"What, not even with the infamous Lego blocks?" I teased, looking shocked. "There were no Peter Petrelli original masterpieces?" I really couldn't seem to leave off kissing him, though now I'd become interested in mapping out his collarbone, my teeth scraping lightly on the skin. "Maybe you should have had a toy kitchen or something." I started to laugh softly. "Or whatever the manly equivalent would be."
As I made my way up to his neck, I blinked in surprise to find my bite mark still visible, the skin pink and turning into a very nice hickey. "Hey," I murmured, brushing my lips over it, "this one didn't heal." Face flushing as I looked up at him, I wrinkled my nose, a bit embarrassed at my apparent voracity. "Sorry."
Oh, but that earned him another kiss and an eyeroll. "Trust me Peter," I gave him a wicked grin, "there is nothing about that I'm forgetting anytime soon. You pretty much reduced me to jello." Another quick kiss and I tugged lightly on his lower lip. "Seriously. Putty in your hands." Chuckling, I
( ... )
Grinning at his response - after taking a second to make sure he wasn't going to kill himself from a head injury - I shifted slightly to move closer to him. Then I increased the pressure of my mouth, my fingers stroking in a rhythm that alternated between fast and slow, hard and feather-light. Every motion designed to drive Peter crazy
( ... )
It was probably a good thing that Peter hadn't switched the telepathy on. Rachel tended to think fairly loud, and he couldn't help picking that up - if he had, he would have wanted to stop and get concerned over her and insist that she didn't need to give him a blowjob. He had known women that were completely unwilling to do it; the fact that she was was blowing his mind, pun not intended
( ... )
My fingers curled into his sides, pulling him closer. The aggressive treatment was incredibly alluring, and I responded eagerly to it. Hitching one leg up to wrap around his waist, I braced myself against the wall, tugging him towards me.
Hard and fast against the wall of a shower sounded pretty well excellent to me. "God, Peter," I managed between kisses. He was driving me crazy, making me crave him. I was like some kind of junkie, always thinking about my next fix. Only for me each touch only made me hungrier, each kiss was just a promise of more.
The sounds he'd made, the way he had responded to my touch... Just the memory of it made prickles of heat flash over my skin. My nails dug into him as I returned his kisses, head coming up off the wall and pressing forward with the ferocity of them.
One day, Peter was going to solve the mystery of exactly how Rachel managed to get him feeling like this. He'd had good sex before, great sex, even - but there was something about the way that Rachel just turned herself over to the moment, unashamed about what she wanted.
"We are never going to get clean," Peter laughed breathlessly, scattering kisses and small licks across her neck. He contemplated borrowing a bit of super strength to wrap Rachel's legs around his waist, lift her up against the wall. He knew he wasn't strong enough to do it otherwise, but he had to wonder if he'd be able to keep up the ability.
"I think we'll live," I rejoined, grinning as I tilted my head back, affording Peter greater access to my neck. Indeed, I was pretty sure that if this was being dirty? Cleanliness might be next to godliness, but it was hella overrated
( ... )
What was a little dirtiness compared to sex in the shower? Absolutely nothing, that's what - Peter suddenly couldn't care less. Proper showers could be taken later, anyway. There were much more fun things to be doing right now.
"Your wish is my command," he grinned, ending in a choked off groan as she guided him inside her. Christ, that would never cease to be amazing. Resting his cheek against Rachel's, Peter took a moment to collect himself. Letting the memory of the super strength play at the back of his mind, he slipped his hands underneath Rachel's thighs and lifted her up, back against the wall, legs around his waist.
He panted a laugh. "That's handy." He didn't need to ask Rachel was okay, because she certainly looked okay. Trying to distance himself from the remembered aggression that came with the strength ability, Peter drew Rachel into another kiss, hefting her another inch higher so that he could move his hips. He'd definitely never get tired of this.
And hey, all of a sudden my boyfriend (let's not get into the sudden flash of joy, terror, and possible panic attack that that word brought up) was the freaking incredible Hulk and no need to say how hot that was and as my head thumped back against the wall I really wished my brain would shut off for two seconds before I exploded. Because, oh, God, Peter inside of me was something beyond words or expression or anything but that delicious teasing moan that rumbled through my chest. "Turn it, Peter," I gasped. My eyes were clenched shut and I tried desperately to catch my breath.
Kissing him, tongue dancing inside his mouth to press against his, I felt my hips responding automatically to his own thrusts. My legs pressed closer around his waist, drawing him in. Please, God, deeper and harder and faster and I was whimpering those words into Peter's mouth as my fingers dug into his shoulders and my body shook with the sensations driving through me.
Fortunately enough (and Peter wasn't entirely sure how he did it), he managed to keep a hold on the ability - even while his mind was busy melting down and rapidly losing all ability of coherent thought. Instincts were a wonderful thing.
Kissing was starting to get difficult, so Peter settled for peppering kisses over Rachel's throat, collarbone, the curve of her shoulder. Fulfilling her pleas for more, Peter pressed in yet closer, banging her hips against the wall with every thrust. Not hard, but definitely forceful, and he couldn't help himself, not with the emotions relating to the super strength in the back of his mind. He'd apologize to Rachel later, even if she liked it.
Trying desperately to make sure Rachel got there before he did, Peter gasped random words into her shoulder - endearments, pleas, curses. He could barely even feel the water anymore, his entire focus and concentration was zoomed in on Rachel.
There wasn't anything in the world besides just where Peter and I were joined, the feeling of him pressing into me and driving me closer to the edge. My body jarred back into the wall with every motion and it was the forceful aggressiveness combined with the unbelievably intense pleasure of what Peter as doing to my body that finally pulled me under.
I couldn't even shout, the wave of sensation was so intense; my head fell forward with a tiny gasp as my entire body clenched and shuddered. I was certain I was simply going to fly to pieces, right then. My nails bit into Peter's skin as I rode it out, helpless to do anything but. Not that I'd want to. My mind was white noise, my body completely undone. It was amazing
( ... )
It was one thing that Peter was beginning to learn about being empath - if he didn't close his mind off, it was virtually impossible not to share in the sensations that Rachel was feeling. Not physical, but mental, and his mind went blank seconds after Rachel's did, gasping for breath into Rachel's neck at the peak and overload of ecstasy.
"Fuck," he agreed, frankly surprised that he hadn't fallen over. Peter gently lowered Rachel down until her feet were touching the floor of the shower again, but he kept a firm hold around her waist. The water hadn't gone cold, so he reached up and twisted the shower head, directing it to spray down on them so they didn't have to move from the wall.
Still getting his breath back, Peter carded his fingers through Rachel's wet hair. "We should try for a world record," he commented, a hint of a smile lurking in his voice.
Again I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning against him, forehead tucked under his chin. "Mmm, I definitely think we should give it a try," I agreed with a smile, eyes closing as I nuzzled into him.
His fingers in my hair made me give a soft noise of pleasure, all the encouragement I could muster at the moment. I was just amazed I was still standing - after that, I couldn't believe my legs hadn't melted. The steam rising from the shower gave everything a kind of hazy, heavy feel and I relaxed into it. God, that had been good.
"The paint's all gone," I murmured with another smile. Hey, look! We'd gotten clean after all!
Then, raising my head to kiss him, I added, "And I'm starving." What? I'd worked up an appetite. "Someone barged into my room and stopped me from getting lunch." From the way I was trailing slow kisses along his jaw and the smile I hid in the skin just under his ear, it was pretty damn clear that I did not mind one bit.
Grabbing the shampoo and tipping a copious amount into his hands, Peter returned to threading his fingers through Rachel's hair, working the shampoo in. He breathed in deeply, taking a moment to just enjoy the scent and the feel of Rachel's hair.
Huh, and the paint was gone. Mission accomplished after all.
"Not surprised," Peter replied, lips curling into a grin. "Showering can be strenuous." And yes, he had interrupted Rachel's normal lunch time, so he reminded himself to order some food when they were dry again. Hopefully he'd remember to put some clothes on so he didn't freak out the poor house elf.
Washing the remaining shampoo off his hands, Peter guided Rachel under the spray, carefully washing the shampoo out of hair and cupping his hands over her forehead so nothing ran into her eyes. He'd only done it once, but he was beginning to love washing Rachel's hair. It was something he'd always enjoyed; just a simple, relaxing, intimate gesture.
I murmured a sound of approval at Peter's administrations, leaning slightly into his touch and letting my eyes fall closed. God, that felt so good. I got lost in the feel of his hands through my hair, only responding to his words with a crooked smile
( ... )
As I made my way up to his neck, I blinked in surprise to find my bite mark still visible, the skin pink and turning into a very nice hickey. "Hey," I murmured, brushing my lips over it, "this one didn't heal." Face flushing as I looked up at him, I wrinkled my nose, a bit embarrassed at my apparent voracity. "Sorry."
Oh, but that earned him another kiss and an eyeroll. "Trust me Peter," I gave him a wicked grin, "there is nothing about that I'm forgetting anytime soon. You pretty much reduced me to jello." Another quick kiss and I tugged lightly on his lower lip. "Seriously. Putty in your hands." Chuckling, I ( ... )
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Hard and fast against the wall of a shower sounded pretty well excellent to me. "God, Peter," I managed between kisses. He was driving me crazy, making me crave him. I was like some kind of junkie, always thinking about my next fix. Only for me each touch only made me hungrier, each kiss was just a promise of more.
The sounds he'd made, the way he had responded to my touch... Just the memory of it made prickles of heat flash over my skin. My nails dug into him as I returned his kisses, head coming up off the wall and pressing forward with the ferocity of them.
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"We are never going to get clean," Peter laughed breathlessly, scattering kisses and small licks across her neck. He contemplated borrowing a bit of super strength to wrap Rachel's legs around his waist, lift her up against the wall. He knew he wasn't strong enough to do it otherwise, but he had to wonder if he'd be able to keep up the ability.
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"Your wish is my command," he grinned, ending in a choked off groan as she guided him inside her. Christ, that would never cease to be amazing. Resting his cheek against Rachel's, Peter took a moment to collect himself. Letting the memory of the super strength play at the back of his mind, he slipped his hands underneath Rachel's thighs and lifted her up, back against the wall, legs around his waist.
He panted a laugh. "That's handy." He didn't need to ask Rachel was okay, because she certainly looked okay. Trying to distance himself from the remembered aggression that came with the strength ability, Peter drew Rachel into another kiss, hefting her another inch higher so that he could move his hips. He'd definitely never get tired of this.
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Kissing him, tongue dancing inside his mouth to press against his, I felt my hips responding automatically to his own thrusts. My legs pressed closer around his waist, drawing him in. Please, God, deeper and harder and faster and I was whimpering those words into Peter's mouth as my fingers dug into his shoulders and my body shook with the sensations driving through me.
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Kissing was starting to get difficult, so Peter settled for peppering kisses over Rachel's throat, collarbone, the curve of her shoulder. Fulfilling her pleas for more, Peter pressed in yet closer, banging her hips against the wall with every thrust. Not hard, but definitely forceful, and he couldn't help himself, not with the emotions relating to the super strength in the back of his mind. He'd apologize to Rachel later, even if she liked it.
Trying desperately to make sure Rachel got there before he did, Peter gasped random words into her shoulder - endearments, pleas, curses. He could barely even feel the water anymore, his entire focus and concentration was zoomed in on Rachel.
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I couldn't even shout, the wave of sensation was so intense; my head fell forward with a tiny gasp as my entire body clenched and shuddered. I was certain I was simply going to fly to pieces, right then. My nails bit into Peter's skin as I rode it out, helpless to do anything but. Not that I'd want to. My mind was white noise, my body completely undone. It was amazing ( ... )
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"Fuck," he agreed, frankly surprised that he hadn't fallen over. Peter gently lowered Rachel down until her feet were touching the floor of the shower again, but he kept a firm hold around her waist. The water hadn't gone cold, so he reached up and twisted the shower head, directing it to spray down on them so they didn't have to move from the wall.
Still getting his breath back, Peter carded his fingers through Rachel's wet hair. "We should try for a world record," he commented, a hint of a smile lurking in his voice.
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His fingers in my hair made me give a soft noise of pleasure, all the encouragement I could muster at the moment. I was just amazed I was still standing - after that, I couldn't believe my legs hadn't melted. The steam rising from the shower gave everything a kind of hazy, heavy feel and I relaxed into it. God, that had been good.
"The paint's all gone," I murmured with another smile. Hey, look! We'd gotten clean after all!
Then, raising my head to kiss him, I added, "And I'm starving." What? I'd worked up an appetite. "Someone barged into my room and stopped me from getting lunch." From the way I was trailing slow kisses along his jaw and the smile I hid in the skin just under his ear, it was pretty damn clear that I did not mind one bit.
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Huh, and the paint was gone. Mission accomplished after all.
"Not surprised," Peter replied, lips curling into a grin. "Showering can be strenuous." And yes, he had interrupted Rachel's normal lunch time, so he reminded himself to order some food when they were dry again. Hopefully he'd remember to put some clothes on so he didn't freak out the poor house elf.
Washing the remaining shampoo off his hands, Peter guided Rachel under the spray, carefully washing the shampoo out of hair and cupping his hands over her forehead so nothing ran into her eyes. He'd only done it once, but he was beginning to love washing Rachel's hair. It was something he'd always enjoyed; just a simple, relaxing, intimate gesture.
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