Coming Back, Deleted Scene #4
Coming Back, Deleted Scene #4
Rating: PG13
Characters: Peter and Claude
Word Count: 445
Disclaimer: Nothing related to the show or the graphic novels belongs to me.
A/N: So this one fits in right after the last deleted scene. And is...rather schmoopy. I refuse to apologize for this. They deserve it.
He does, too, does show up right about when Peter’s ready to make a run for it out of boredom more than hunger, too used to being around people again to stay away from them, and pacing turns out to be not much of a distraction from anything.
But then there’s Claude at the door, letting himself in without knocking, and then hesitating.
“Hiya,” he says, and Peter smiles. “Brought you…”
“Yeah, I…thanks,” he takes the offered plate, and settles cross-legged on the bed. “Do you want to…?”
“Already ate, thanks,” Claude says, quickly, and then shakes his head, almost as though clearing it.
“Okay,” Peter says. “But do you want to just…would you mind just…staying with me? I don’t want to…I’m kinda bored?”
“Right,” Claude nods at him, and steps closer. Pauses, glancing down at him, and then sits on the edge of the bed, carefully, obviously tense, ready to jump up.
“So…” he picks up half of the sandwich, and glances back up at him. “What’d you tell everyone?”
“That it was your fault, mostly.”
Peter laughs. “Must be nice to have someone to blame things on, huh?”
“Reason I keep you around, Pete,” Claude grins at him, and he manages to keep from blushing.
“The only reason?” he says instead, low and soft, and takes a bite of his sandwich as Claude’s expression shifts, from obviously teasing to nervous again to some kind of determined.
“Near enough,” is all he says, and watches as Peter finishes one half of his sandwich, and then the other.
“Okay,” Peter nods, setting the plate aside, and moving to stand up. “I’m just going to go and brush my teeth, but-“
But he doesn’t think he’s going to get that far, because Claude has leaned closer, and then stopped, inches away, as suddenly as he’d approached.
“Are you…”
“Don’t know if I…”
They both stop, and Claude lets out a weak chuckle. Reaches out, his hand back on Peter’s cheek.
“You’re allowed to change your mind, you know,” Peter says, smiling a little, and leans in.
Claude’s eyes narrow and his hand drops.
“Didn’t change my mind,” he says, coolly. “Just figured this might get you over your death wish.”
“I don’t have a death wish! I-“ he stops himself. Takes a breath, and doesn’t even have to force a smile. “Don’t make me kiss you again.”
“Wouldn’t want that, no,” Claude grants him, and ducks in again.
Another shared breath, and Peter’s hand finds Claude’s on the bed as their lips meet.
And for everything else that’s happened, and anyone else they’ve both been, in that moment it’s sweet, careful but sure.
*
Rating: PG13
Characters: Peter and Claude
Word Count: 445
Disclaimer: Nothing related to the show or the graphic novels belongs to me.
A/N: So this one fits in right after the last deleted scene. And is...rather schmoopy. I refuse to apologize for this. They deserve it.
He does, too, does show up right about when Peter’s ready to make a run for it out of boredom more than hunger, too used to being around people again to stay away from them, and pacing turns out to be not much of a distraction from anything.
But then there’s Claude at the door, letting himself in without knocking, and then hesitating.
“Hiya,” he says, and Peter smiles. “Brought you…”
“Yeah, I…thanks,” he takes the offered plate, and settles cross-legged on the bed. “Do you want to…?”
“Already ate, thanks,” Claude says, quickly, and then shakes his head, almost as though clearing it.
“Okay,” Peter says. “But do you want to just…would you mind just…staying with me? I don’t want to…I’m kinda bored?”
“Right,” Claude nods at him, and steps closer. Pauses, glancing down at him, and then sits on the edge of the bed, carefully, obviously tense, ready to jump up.
“So…” he picks up half of the sandwich, and glances back up at him. “What’d you tell everyone?”
“That it was your fault, mostly.”
Peter laughs. “Must be nice to have someone to blame things on, huh?”
“Reason I keep you around, Pete,” Claude grins at him, and he manages to keep from blushing.
“The only reason?” he says instead, low and soft, and takes a bite of his sandwich as Claude’s expression shifts, from obviously teasing to nervous again to some kind of determined.
“Near enough,” is all he says, and watches as Peter finishes one half of his sandwich, and then the other.
“Okay,” Peter nods, setting the plate aside, and moving to stand up. “I’m just going to go and brush my teeth, but-“
But he doesn’t think he’s going to get that far, because Claude has leaned closer, and then stopped, inches away, as suddenly as he’d approached.
“Are you…”
“Don’t know if I…”
They both stop, and Claude lets out a weak chuckle. Reaches out, his hand back on Peter’s cheek.
“You’re allowed to change your mind, you know,” Peter says, smiling a little, and leans in.
Claude’s eyes narrow and his hand drops.
“Didn’t change my mind,” he says, coolly. “Just figured this might get you over your death wish.”
“I don’t have a death wish! I-“ he stops himself. Takes a breath, and doesn’t even have to force a smile. “Don’t make me kiss you again.”
“Wouldn’t want that, no,” Claude grants him, and ducks in again.
Another shared breath, and Peter’s hand finds Claude’s on the bed as their lips meet.
And for everything else that’s happened, and anyone else they’ve both been, in that moment it’s sweet, careful but sure.
*