God, really, I missed my stove. I missed my whole freaking kitchen, but at the moment the stove was the immediate concern. Mainly because I was trying to stir up some more pain amulets and it pretty much was impossible over an open flame. Seriously, I had no idea how witches had done this pre-gas stove.
Frustrated, I pushed a piece of hair out of my face, my new charm bracelet making a gentle clanking noise. I'd finished spelling all those charms last night; today I'd planned on going shopping in the village to get a few more ingredients once I'd finished with this. Throwing down my spoon back into my second-largest copper spelling pot, I thought about giving up for the evening. It was obvious I was getting nowhere.
Hey, score me at 0 for however many things I'd tried in the last two months. I was doing fantastic, really.
"Turn it," I muttered, closing my book and hunting down my shoes. I was, once more, dressed in clothes of Claire'schoice, not that I had much of one. I'd even tried to buy a new pair of leather pants,
( ... )
Just when I thought I couldn't possibly be turned on any more, just when I was sure that the very next breath would have me flying apart, Peter would touch me just in the right spot or his teeth would catch my skin and I'd be pushed further. Whimpering, moaning, eyes having long fallen shut against the flood of sensations, I was putty in his hands. No barriers, no walls, nothing between him and me but the thin sheen of sweat that slicked our skin
( ... )
Peter's sound of protest was quickly cut off by Rachel's kiss - he'd had things he'd wanted to do while he was down there, dammit - and turned into a sigh of a moan at the feeling of her nails against his skin. Christ, just when he thought he couldn't get any more turned on.
Her words prompted a surprised laugh, and Peter chuckled against Rachel's lips, nose nudging into her cheek. "So you're the Cap now, huh? Guess I can't complain too much," he grinned playfully. He shifted down to lick a meandering line across the underside of her breast, fingertips teasing at the opposite nipple.
Yeah, he really had been stupid to avoid this for so long. And it was unexpected - though certainly a good thing - to be able to bring empathic abilities into play, to know when something really pleased Rachel or what emotions certain things would generate.
"Mmm," I nodded, grinning, head falling back. Wow, words were hard when Peter was paying attention to my breasts. Nonexistent, really. His name was gasped out as his fingers brushed my nipple and my back arched up into him.
His boxers were finally removed and once more my hand found him, easing along in long, slow strokes. I was all instinct, now, my brain unable to process anything further than the heat coiling in my belly, than my driving need for Peter to be closer.
This was incredible. Every movement only served to turn me on more, every emotion felt heightened. I didn't know if was the waiting that made it so good, or if it was Peter, or if this was some byproduct of sleeping with an empath; in any case, it was amazing and I was more than vocal about my pleasure.
Breathing out a shuddery sigh as Rachel's fingers curled around him again, Peter kissed his way along the line of her collarbone, eyes closed as he tried to keep some semblance of control. He was quickly growing addicted to how responsive Rachel was to everything, especially when he hit the right places. Then again, he should have known she'd be passionate in bed, if the rest of her was anything to go by
( ... )
A slow smile, liquid smooth, eased across my face. It's not that I wasn't used to guys paying me compliments in bed - one of the only places I did get them, actually - but Peter's were just so... Different. No so much earnest as truthful, as if he'd say them whether or not he was currently naked with me.
And that was quite literally all the consideration I could give that at the moment. He was driving me wild and I moved under him, my hips automatically rolling upwards to meet his. "Please," I breathed in a shaky moan. Not sure how much longer I could take this. "Peter." His voice was a little plea and once more my back arched up, my leg sliding along the back of his.
"God, you're so sexy." The words were a babble, some noise I needed to make to express my approval. "Want you so bad." Fully turned on, now, all I knew was that my body was demanding something - friction, pressure, heat, some kind of release. And I wanted it now. Digging nails into his shoulders, I kissed him back, tongue plunging into his mouth, skin
( ... )
Smiling into the kiss, Peter grasped Rachel's hips and pressing down lightly, pinning her to the bed. Concentrating fully on her pleasure rather than his own gained him a measure of self-control that he was quite intent on using to draw this out.
"What, no foreplay?" Peter teased, gently scraping his teeth down Rachel's breast and over her nipple. "I was just getting started." But he'd be more than happy to oblige if Rachel wanted him now. Still, he couldn't resist a little teasing. He leaned up again to ghost his lips over her ear, speaking lowly. "Tell me what you want."
Shuddering slightly with repressed desire, I sighed, "You." I was no good at denying myself in the best of circumstances. Peter naked above me? Yeah, I wanted it now.
Besides... "And then I want you in this bed for several days," I told him, eyes blinking open to meet him. "I want to find every single way possible to make you shout my name." I lifted my head up to nip at his earlobe. "I want us both aching and exhausted and satisfied, and then I want to start up again the next hour." I grinned, murmuring, "Aren't you glad you asked?"
See! I could plan! That was a great plan.
Running my hands up his arms, I plunged my fingers into his hair, gasping as he teased against my nipple again. "And more of that," I added in a low moan. "Definitely more of that." I should keep a list.
Peter stared at Rachel for a few seconds, his features falling slack in surprise. Jesus... christ. A wave of arousal hit him so hard that he exhaled a sharp breath, almost a gasp of surprise. "You're going to kill me." He grinned crookedly. "Good thing I can heal," he added thoughtfully.
Oh yes, he was very glad he'd asked.
But thoughts of marathons of sex and possibly dying from dehydration could be put aside, because Peter had much more important things to do. 'More of that'? He could definitely do. So he worked his way downwards again, nudging her legs further apart and settling in between them. He kissed Rachel's hip, thighs, sliding his hands underneath her to tilt her hips up, and licked a long line up to her clit before sucking gently on it. Totally his favorite activity during sex, just because of the way women reacted.
"Killed by sex," I chuckled. "Must be every guy's dre-" and the rest of that was cut off by a sharp gasp as my entire body stiffened. Holy shit.
My head was pressed back against the mattress, eyes shut tightly and fingers grabbing at sheets. "Peter." That was a shout, a moan, a whimpered plea, all tangled up together and lost halfway out of my throat. I had to actively force my hips not to jerk upward; a rumble of pleasure started low in my chest and seemed to spread through my whole body.
It had literally been years since anyone had done that and I couldn't help my reactions. Which were loud. And definitely in the affirmative category. "Oh, God, yes, please." I tended to get to a place of arousal where I just babbled, throwing out strings of words in a simple, primal need to vocalize. I was there now. His name was whimpered out again, my fingers clasping so tightly to the sheets that my knuckles were white.
Had he heard Rachel's thoughts, Peter would have agreed with that last thought. Weeks in bed, he could totally do.
Glancing up to watch Rachel's reaction, he felt an odd swell of emotions; somewhere between pride, affection, love, pleasure that he could do this for her. The noises she was making was sending any blood he might have otherwise had left directly south, though. With an amused huff, he noted their combined sweat had melted the paint off his hands, leaving odd streaks of blue and red on Rachel's hips. It was oddly sexy.
Peter stopped as soon as he felt Rachel tensing up, and moved upwards to kiss her jaw, thumb occasionally flicking across her clit. "Love you," he repeated into her jaw. "Don't think I can say it enough."
"You can try," I murmured back, lips curving up slightly. God knows I was going to. I was going to wear that phrase right into the ground with how much I would to try and express it, how many ways I was going to attempt to show him
( ... )
Try, Peter definitely would. He'd probably be including it in random sentences for the next week. 'Where's my shirt, oh, and I love you.' 'I'll cook breakfast - I love you!' Yeah, that sounded like a good plan.
And when Rachel next spoke, Peter didn't think he'd be able to find it within himself to resist. He'd been ignoring his own arousal, but now it came flooding back, shortening his breath to sharp pants. "Hell yes," he agreed breathlessly, arching into Rachel's touch. "Definitely now."
Then, he hesitated slightly, one hand grasping at her hip. Wait, think, Petrelli. Christ, thinking about safe sex in the middle of sex got to be really inconvenient. Still, it didn't dull his arousal any, which was good. But he had to check. Raising himself up slightly, he tipped an eyebrow at Rachel, silently questioning.
Shaking my head at him, I said, "Can't get me... You're human..." God, I couldn't form a complete sentence to save my life.
And then the sentences stopped because I remembered that Peter had absorbed something from me, letting him invoke amulets. Who knew what else that meant?
Which all lead to the conclusion that my natural birth control could be shot to hell. And it'd been so long since I'd needed them that I didn't even have any condoms anymore. "Fuck," I breathed out, head thumping back onto the bed. "I swear to God, Petrelli, if one of your powers isn't instantaneous spermicide, I am going to kill someone."
Which probably wasn't the sexiest sentence I'd ever uttered during sex, but I was slightly frustrated.
Expression frozen on his face, Peter blinked, silent for a few long moments. 'Instantaneous spermicide'? Seriously? That... had to be one of the weirdest things he'd ever heard during sex.
He snorted, and then laughed suddenly, burying his face in Rachel's neck, shoulders shaking in laughter. His mood wasn't killed in the slightest, but god, that was hilarious. "Oh my god," he chuckled. "I'm remembering that one. And really wishing I had that ability."
Propping himself up, Peter held out a hand and managed to gather enough concentration to fly his pants into his grasp. Good thing he'd come prepared. Throwing his pants back to the floor, tore open the packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on as quickly as he could. He was impatient. Grinning, Peter ducked down to pay attention to Rachel's earlobe again. "Hope that little detour didn't spoil the mood."
"Don't laugh!" I commanded, slapping his shoulder. "That would be useful right about now, wouldn't it?"
His little display of power was actually a huge turn on and when his mouth returned to my earlobe - no, seriously, since when had that been able to make me moan? - I shook my head slightly. "Dear God, no."
My head bowed to bite lightly at the crook of Peter's neck, sucking on the skin and running my tongue along the ridges that I'd made. It was probably a good thing he healed. Otherwise most of his neck and chest would be covered in love bites. "Love you," I whispered in his ear before nipping down his neck in fevered passion. My hips bucked up into his, my foot sliding along his leg as I tried to restrain myself. No, really. I wanted him now.
Frustrated, I pushed a piece of hair out of my face, my new charm bracelet making a gentle clanking noise. I'd finished spelling all those charms last night; today I'd planned on going shopping in the village to get a few more ingredients once I'd finished with this. Throwing down my spoon back into my second-largest copper spelling pot, I thought about giving up for the evening. It was obvious I was getting nowhere.
Hey, score me at 0 for however many things I'd tried in the last two months. I was doing fantastic, really.
"Turn it," I muttered, closing my book and hunting down my shoes. I was, once more, dressed in clothes of Claire's choice, not that I had much of one. I'd even tried to buy a new pair of leather pants, ( ... )
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Her words prompted a surprised laugh, and Peter chuckled against Rachel's lips, nose nudging into her cheek. "So you're the Cap now, huh? Guess I can't complain too much," he grinned playfully. He shifted down to lick a meandering line across the underside of her breast, fingertips teasing at the opposite nipple.
Yeah, he really had been stupid to avoid this for so long. And it was unexpected - though certainly a good thing - to be able to bring empathic abilities into play, to know when something really pleased Rachel or what emotions certain things would generate.
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His boxers were finally removed and once more my hand found him, easing along in long, slow strokes. I was all instinct, now, my brain unable to process anything further than the heat coiling in my belly, than my driving need for Peter to be closer.
This was incredible. Every movement only served to turn me on more, every emotion felt heightened. I didn't know if was the waiting that made it so good, or if it was Peter, or if this was some byproduct of sleeping with an empath; in any case, it was amazing and I was more than vocal about my pleasure.
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And that was quite literally all the consideration I could give that at the moment. He was driving me wild and I moved under him, my hips automatically rolling upwards to meet his. "Please," I breathed in a shaky moan. Not sure how much longer I could take this. "Peter." His voice was a little plea and once more my back arched up, my leg sliding along the back of his.
"God, you're so sexy." The words were a babble, some noise I needed to make to express my approval. "Want you so bad." Fully turned on, now, all I knew was that my body was demanding something - friction, pressure, heat, some kind of release. And I wanted it now. Digging nails into his shoulders, I kissed him back, tongue plunging into his mouth, skin ( ... )
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"What, no foreplay?" Peter teased, gently scraping his teeth down Rachel's breast and over her nipple. "I was just getting started." But he'd be more than happy to oblige if Rachel wanted him now. Still, he couldn't resist a little teasing. He leaned up again to ghost his lips over her ear, speaking lowly. "Tell me what you want."
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Besides... "And then I want you in this bed for several days," I told him, eyes blinking open to meet him. "I want to find every single way possible to make you shout my name." I lifted my head up to nip at his earlobe. "I want us both aching and exhausted and satisfied, and then I want to start up again the next hour." I grinned, murmuring, "Aren't you glad you asked?"
See! I could plan! That was a great plan.
Running my hands up his arms, I plunged my fingers into his hair, gasping as he teased against my nipple again. "And more of that," I added in a low moan. "Definitely more of that." I should keep a list.
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Oh yes, he was very glad he'd asked.
But thoughts of marathons of sex and possibly dying from dehydration could be put aside, because Peter had much more important things to do. 'More of that'? He could definitely do. So he worked his way downwards again, nudging her legs further apart and settling in between them. He kissed Rachel's hip, thighs, sliding his hands underneath her to tilt her hips up, and licked a long line up to her clit before sucking gently on it. Totally his favorite activity during sex, just because of the way women reacted.
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My head was pressed back against the mattress, eyes shut tightly and fingers grabbing at sheets. "Peter." That was a shout, a moan, a whimpered plea, all tangled up together and lost halfway out of my throat. I had to actively force my hips not to jerk upward; a rumble of pleasure started low in my chest and seemed to spread through my whole body.
It had literally been years since anyone had done that and I couldn't help my reactions. Which were loud. And definitely in the affirmative category. "Oh, God, yes, please." I tended to get to a place of arousal where I just babbled, throwing out strings of words in a simple, primal need to vocalize. I was there now. His name was whimpered out again, my fingers clasping so tightly to the sheets that my knuckles were white.
Oh, God, make that weeks. Weeks in this bed.
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Glancing up to watch Rachel's reaction, he felt an odd swell of emotions; somewhere between pride, affection, love, pleasure that he could do this for her. The noises she was making was sending any blood he might have otherwise had left directly south, though. With an amused huff, he noted their combined sweat had melted the paint off his hands, leaving odd streaks of blue and red on Rachel's hips. It was oddly sexy.
Peter stopped as soon as he felt Rachel tensing up, and moved upwards to kiss her jaw, thumb occasionally flicking across her clit. "Love you," he repeated into her jaw. "Don't think I can say it enough."
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And when Rachel next spoke, Peter didn't think he'd be able to find it within himself to resist. He'd been ignoring his own arousal, but now it came flooding back, shortening his breath to sharp pants. "Hell yes," he agreed breathlessly, arching into Rachel's touch. "Definitely now."
Then, he hesitated slightly, one hand grasping at her hip. Wait, think, Petrelli. Christ, thinking about safe sex in the middle of sex got to be really inconvenient. Still, it didn't dull his arousal any, which was good. But he had to check. Raising himself up slightly, he tipped an eyebrow at Rachel, silently questioning.
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And then the sentences stopped because I remembered that Peter had absorbed something from me, letting him invoke amulets. Who knew what else that meant?
Which all lead to the conclusion that my natural birth control could be shot to hell. And it'd been so long since I'd needed them that I didn't even have any condoms anymore. "Fuck," I breathed out, head thumping back onto the bed. "I swear to God, Petrelli, if one of your powers isn't instantaneous spermicide, I am going to kill someone."
Which probably wasn't the sexiest sentence I'd ever uttered during sex, but I was slightly frustrated.
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He snorted, and then laughed suddenly, burying his face in Rachel's neck, shoulders shaking in laughter. His mood wasn't killed in the slightest, but god, that was hilarious. "Oh my god," he chuckled. "I'm remembering that one. And really wishing I had that ability."
Propping himself up, Peter held out a hand and managed to gather enough concentration to fly his pants into his grasp. Good thing he'd come prepared. Throwing his pants back to the floor, tore open the packet with his teeth and rolled the condom on as quickly as he could. He was impatient. Grinning, Peter ducked down to pay attention to Rachel's earlobe again. "Hope that little detour didn't spoil the mood."
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His little display of power was actually a huge turn on and when his mouth returned to my earlobe - no, seriously, since when had that been able to make me moan? - I shook my head slightly. "Dear God, no."
My head bowed to bite lightly at the crook of Peter's neck, sucking on the skin and running my tongue along the ridges that I'd made. It was probably a good thing he healed. Otherwise most of his neck and chest would be covered in love bites. "Love you," I whispered in his ear before nipping down his neck in fevered passion. My hips bucked up into his, my foot sliding along his leg as I tried to restrain myself. No, really. I wanted him now.
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