Fic; Peppermint [Heroes, PG-13]
Title: Peppermint
Author: sweetbelle07
Fandom: Heroes
Character(s): Peter/Claire
Rating: PG-13ish. Probably more like high PG
Summery: Claire likes it when Peter smells like peppermint.
A/N: Written for both the big damn table and 15minuteficlets. It's a multipurposal fic. :D
"Did anyone ever tell you that you smell like peppermint?"
He laughs into her hair, pressing a kiss against the silky golden locks before telling her softly, "We just ate two boxes of candy canes. Of course I'm going to smell like peppermint."
She raises a shoulder in a shrug and turns her face up to look at him. "It's nice. I like it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she confirms, her finger starting to trace little circles on his sleeve. "You should smell like peppermint all the time."
He laughs again and shakes his head at her just a little. "I'm not going to eat two boxes of candy canes every day just so I can smell like peppermint for you."
She sticks out her bottom lip at him and looks up at him with those sad little puppy eyes of hers that are so damn irresistable. "Please?"
"Claire, no," he protests, trying to inch away from her but finding the couch a little too small for them to share without touching. Before that wasn't such a bad thing, right now it's proving to be a problem.
She flashes him a smile as she shifts her weight, turning her body towards him, and resting her chin on his shoulder. "Pretty please?" she asks, pushing her bottom lip out even farther.
"No," he repeats, but he can feel his resolve starting to crumble just a little bit. If she looks at him with those eyes and that lip much longer, he's going to end up promisng to eat two dozen candy canes every day and that's just not something he wants to do at all, even for her.
"It's kind of a turn on," she states, taking him by surprise. The lip retracts and she sits up, her hand reaching up to move through his hair.
He bites his lip, trying to ignore her fingers--he knows he never should've told her that he was a sucker for anyone that played with his hair--and closes his eyes, just for a moment. Nope, that's not helping at all because she's just moved thatmuch closer to him and thatmuch closer is really nice.
She giggles, fully aware of the battle raging between his common sense and his second brain and she takes some pleasure out of the knowledge that she has that kind of power over him. "Please?" she asks once again, curling her fingers around his ear.
He considers her for a moment before shaking his head. No, two boxes of candy canes a day is just insane. But he is willing to keep several peppermint pieces in his pocket at all times just for her. That sounds like comprimise enough for him. It doesn't sound like it'll be enough to her though.
That's nice and all, he decides, but there are better things that their mouths can be doing right now. "Let's discuss this later."
She arches an eyebrow at him. "Yeah?"
"A lot later," he adds, leaning forward and capturing her lips with his own. They don't actually get around to discussing the 'him smelling like peppermint all the time' thing that night. They're too busy with other, much more important things.
Author: sweetbelle07
Fandom: Heroes
Character(s): Peter/Claire
Rating: PG-13ish. Probably more like high PG
Summery: Claire likes it when Peter smells like peppermint.
A/N: Written for both the big damn table and 15minuteficlets. It's a multipurposal fic. :D
"Did anyone ever tell you that you smell like peppermint?"
He laughs into her hair, pressing a kiss against the silky golden locks before telling her softly, "We just ate two boxes of candy canes. Of course I'm going to smell like peppermint."
She raises a shoulder in a shrug and turns her face up to look at him. "It's nice. I like it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she confirms, her finger starting to trace little circles on his sleeve. "You should smell like peppermint all the time."
He laughs again and shakes his head at her just a little. "I'm not going to eat two boxes of candy canes every day just so I can smell like peppermint for you."
She sticks out her bottom lip at him and looks up at him with those sad little puppy eyes of hers that are so damn irresistable. "Please?"
"Claire, no," he protests, trying to inch away from her but finding the couch a little too small for them to share without touching. Before that wasn't such a bad thing, right now it's proving to be a problem.
She flashes him a smile as she shifts her weight, turning her body towards him, and resting her chin on his shoulder. "Pretty please?" she asks, pushing her bottom lip out even farther.
"No," he repeats, but he can feel his resolve starting to crumble just a little bit. If she looks at him with those eyes and that lip much longer, he's going to end up promisng to eat two dozen candy canes every day and that's just not something he wants to do at all, even for her.
"It's kind of a turn on," she states, taking him by surprise. The lip retracts and she sits up, her hand reaching up to move through his hair.
He bites his lip, trying to ignore her fingers--he knows he never should've told her that he was a sucker for anyone that played with his hair--and closes his eyes, just for a moment. Nope, that's not helping at all because she's just moved thatmuch closer to him and thatmuch closer is really nice.
She giggles, fully aware of the battle raging between his common sense and his second brain and she takes some pleasure out of the knowledge that she has that kind of power over him. "Please?" she asks once again, curling her fingers around his ear.
He considers her for a moment before shaking his head. No, two boxes of candy canes a day is just insane. But he is willing to keep several peppermint pieces in his pocket at all times just for her. That sounds like comprimise enough for him. It doesn't sound like it'll be enough to her though.
That's nice and all, he decides, but there are better things that their mouths can be doing right now. "Let's discuss this later."
She arches an eyebrow at him. "Yeah?"
"A lot later," he adds, leaning forward and capturing her lips with his own. They don't actually get around to discussing the 'him smelling like peppermint all the time' thing that night. They're too busy with other, much more important things.