Fic: Not So Bad
Title: Not So Bad
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Girl!Peter/Claude
Rating: R
Summary: For the peterandclaude Anonymous Kink Meme Prompt: Peter/Claude: girl!Peter (now with porny bits!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Warnings: Gender Bender, AU
"This is dangerous ya know."
She turned to him, a quizzical look on her face as if that were the last thing she was expecting to hear from him. "What? Inviting a guy I barely know into my empty apartment in the middle of the night is suddenly dangerous?" Petra frowned, her lips -- small and pink and slightly crooked in a way that was not at all unappealing -- pouted thoughtfully. "Gee, never would have guessed that."
Claude snorted, stuffing his hands -- still wet and trembling ever so slightly from the rain that had soaked them both right through their clothes -- into his pockets and hoping that his indignant scowl would work on the far too trusting, far too naive for her own good young woman in front of him. It wouldn't. He knew it.
He may have only known Petra Petrelli for a few days, but he knew her type well enough. She should have been a spoiled little rich girl, relishing in the extravagant lifestyle that her family and their influence entitled her to, but that wasn't her. Petra was the odd one out -- in spite of her status as the little princess of the Petrelli house -- and like any family outcast she became a rebel, revolting in the one way she could, the one way her family wouldn't understand: by caring. That's why she became a nurse instead of a doctor or a lawyer, that's why she lived on her own away from her family and their money and judging eyes, that's why she chose Claude instead of her brother.
She fumbled with her keys for just a moment, her own fingers still fighting off the chill of a late fall downpour, before a distinct click sounded through the hallway.
"Didn't your parents train you better than this poodle?" Claude asked, hesitating as she opened the door to let him in. "Allowin' someone like me inta your flat... could make off with something irreplaceable."
Petra was already shrugging out of her jacket as he spoke, frowning at him warily. "I'm not a virgin if that's what you’re getting at," she scoffed, placing the soaking wet garment on a hook near the door. "And besides, I've got like, a bazillion abilities in my head. I'm pretty sure I'm anything but defenseless."
"A 'bazillion abilities' that ya haven't quite mastered yet, pup," he reminded her, standing in the doorway as if blocked by some unseen force. He didn't want to go in. Sure he had snuck in before, but that was different, this was different. Being invited into a cozy little apartment by a pretty young girl nearly half his age wasn't something he was ready for, not tonight.
"Just come in!" Petra sighed, grabbing his arm and dragging him through the threshold. She flicked a few switches and suddenly the apartment was flooded with light.
Claude groaned allowing himself to be lead inside. His clothes made wet, sopping noises with each move he made and caused Petra to stare at him, thoughtfully for a moment.
"Stay here. I'll be right back," she instructed, disappearing around the corner.
The Brit took another reluctant step inside, looking around the flat wearily. It was small -- one bedroom, one bathroom -- and neat and quietly girlish. There were so many pictures and keepsakes decorating the walls and shelves that Claude almost felt as if he were in a museum. He spotted several pictures of Petra and her brother -- a little girl with her brown hair in pig tails smiling sweetly with her arms wrapped possessively around the neck of a strong chinned young man; the same brother and sister, much older now, wearing formal clothing in front of a plain blue backdrop -- a few of her mother -- dear lord did they look alike -- and not a single trace of her father.
"Here," Petra announced, returning with a few towels in her arms. "Sorry I don't have anything for you to wear."
"S'alright," he mumbled, taking the offered towels, "wasn't expectin' you to."
She smiled, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "I'm, uh, gonna go change," she said. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable."
Claude watched as Petra turned and left, disappearing into her bedroom. The door closed with a soft click and suddenly his stomach felt tight, full. If he were a smarter man, he would have turned and left, yet he was torn between logic and his own sense of curiosity. He turned towards the window just in time to see a flash of lightning and the rain intensify. This wouldn't exactly be the first storm he'd slept in, but he had to admit that being trapped inside was a much more appealing alternative. Claude sighed, shrugging off his coat and hanging it next to Petra's. That seemed wrong.
He dried his hair and his arms then tossed the towel aside as he headed towards the refrigerator. He wasn't surprised to find that there wasn't any beer -- Petra didn't strike him as much of a drinker to begin with -- but the lack of any food that wasn't an individually wrapped, microwavable, low fat meal was disheartening to say the least.
"Yeah. I'm not a very good cook."
Claude had to fight to keep himself from jumping at Petra's unexpected presence, but he managed to come off looking calm and indifferent as he closed the door to the refrigerator and turned to look at her. "Not surprised. Doubt you ever had ta learn, ya? Probably had a million maids waitin' round ta make ya fresh baked cookies when you were a pup."
"I learned a little," Petra assured him. "I'm just… not very good."
He laughed, trying his best not to look at the thin, worn white t-shirt and short blue boxers she was wearing. The amount of smooth, pale skin she was showing was a painful reminder of how long it had been since he'd slept with anyone and suddenly Claude wished he hadn't thought of that. He stepped away only to have his hips collide with the counter and suddenly he felt very hot.
"I should go."
"Go?" Petra echoed, turning to glance out the window. Rain was still coming down in buckets, but the lightning seemed to have stopped. Still, Claude knew it was too much to hope for that Petra would allow him to leave. "You can't go out in that. Stay here tonight."
She grabbed his wrist and her hands were so soft and gentle that it actually pained him. "Alright, that's enough now," he said, jerking away from her.
Petra blinked, startled, as she took a confused step back. "Whuh-"
"Musta knocked you around too much today," he went on, grabbing her small shoulders and pushing her away, holding her against the opposite wall as if he were afraid of her touch. "Just... just stop it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Petra argued and she almost had him convinced. "I'm just offering you a place to stay for the night."
Claude scoffed as he let her go. "Yeah, that's it. A nice roof over my head, a warm bed ta sleep in, an’ then little Pet's got herself a new boyfriend ta make mummy an' big brother nice an' angry."
Petra's eyes were wide, impossibly so, as she stared up at him, unblinking as they slowly filled with justified indignation. She looked as if Claude had reached out and slapped her and suddenly the Brit felt as if he had. "Is that really what you think of me?" she said, whispered really. "You think I'm just some... some floozy? Some spoiled rich girl who'll sleep with random guys just to get attention?"
His throat tightened and he refused to apologize even if he did feel like a complete ass.
"You know, just because something crappy happened to you a long time ago doesn't mean that everyone out there is a two faced jerk," she muttered, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as if suddenly aware of how little she was wearing. "Sometimes when someone does something nice, it's just because they want to be nice."
"You've got a lot ta learn about the world, Pet."
Petra sighed, running her slim fingers through her floppy brown hair. "I think you should go."
Claude didn't protest, didn't argue as he pushed himself off of the counter and turned to leave. Yet he stopped himself when a pair of slim, confident hands grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. He stiffened as soft, pink lips pressed themselves firmly against his own. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and his arms wrapped around her waist and suddenly they were impossibly close, her thin body flat against his own.
A soft moan escaped Petra's lips as they parted. "But I really want you to stay."
Claude sighed, because damn it all if he didn't want to stay too. "Right then," he breathed. "Suppose I could stay a while longer."
The smile that spread across the young woman's lips was blinding as she grabbed his hand and lead him back to her bedroom. "Good to know," she chuckled. "And maybe if you keep your mouth shut, you might end up with a pretty decent breakfast in the morning."
He smirked. "So you won't be cookin' then?"
Petra scoffed and even though he couldn't see it, Claude could tell she was rolling her eyes at him. Still, she didn't turn him away and for that he was thankful. She stepped into her bedroom and the girl's natural reflex was to turn on the lights. Claude's response to that was to quickly shut them off. Petra turned to stare at him, confusion shifting her soft features into a slight frown.
"Not doin' that," he told her simply. "Not... not tonight."
She nodded, trying her best to understand -- because how could a pretty little girl like that really understand -- as she guided him the rest of the way to the bed. He sat down, awkwardly, remembering how wet his clothes still were. The mattress squeaked under his weight and he was thankful that it was dark so he wouldn't have to be treated to the sight of Petra's no doubt overly girlish bedroom.
Claude didn't know what he was expecting, but he was startled when Petra climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips with her firm legs before pressing their lips together. Her arms wrapped around his neck again and his hands were practically shaking with... with... he didn't know why they were shaking, but he couldn't stop them from trembling as they grabbed the girl's hips, clinging to her desperately.
Petra pulled away slowly and if it weren't for the soft moan that escaped her lips, Claude would have sworn that she realized what a mistake she had made. "Mmm... lie back," she instructed, her hands sliding to his shoulders. She pushed him back, guiding him to lie against the mattress.
He went down with little resistance and suddenly he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She smiled down at him, playful and sweet, as slim fingers gripped the hem of her shirt and lifted the white fabric clean over her head. Claude felt his heart beating a mile a minute as the t-shirt was tossed across the room, lying out of sight and forgotten. Firm breasts stared back at him -- not overtly big, but round and perky and just the right size for the small frame above him -- and suddenly his cock, which had already been quite hard, was painfully stiff.
Petra giggled, no doubt feeling his "eagerness" beneath her, as she grabbed at his shirt, tugging at the still wet fabric and willing to give it the same treatment. He stopped her, slapping young hands away. "Won't be doin' that either," he told her when brown eyes narrowed in confusion.
"I get it," Petra whispered, sliding off of him. "I get it."
Claude sat up stiffly, using his elbows for support. He thought for certain that she was going to get dressed and kick him out for real this time. Instead, he watched as those small blue boxers slid down narrow hips and his body didn't know whether to relax or tense.
"Petra," he breathed as she reached into her bedside table and pulled out a condom.
She climbed back on top of him, kissing him as she fumbled with his buckle. "It's okay," she whispered, her lips never fully leaving his even as her nimble fingers managed to get his fly undone, freeing his straining erection. She had the decency not to even attempt to take his pants all the way off and for that he was grateful. "It's okay. Just... just relax."
As she unrolled the condom and slid it onto his cock, Claude suddenly felt guilty for making the girl do all the hard work. Surely there was something he could have done. No doubt she was used to taking care of others given her job and all, but he was no bedridden old man (although he certainly felt like Father Time underneath the young body crawling on top of him).
"Petra," he began again, but his train of thought completely dissolved as the girl straddled him again, impaling herself with his straining cock. A slew of grunts and groans fell from his lips as his hands instinctively went to her thighs again, fingers digging into the soft skin.
Petra's head flew back, her eyes screwed shut, and her mouth fell open in a wordless cry. It was a beautiful sight, one that only got better as she began to move, sliding up and down his cock. Her cheeks flushed and her loose brown her fell around her face as slim fingers clung to the front of his shirt. He wasn't going to last very long, not with her moving like this.
"Pet," he groaned, screwing his eyes shut and hoping that the lack of a visual would help him to last longer.
No good. He could still feel her and the soft, moans and mewls she was making certainly didn't help.
"Claude." she breathed, picking up speed. "Oh, Claude!"
He lost it then, hearing his name said like that from those lips was enough to send him over the edge. Claude felt his face flush as his hands clutched Petra's sides with bruising force as he came, a sea of white exploding before his eyes. His body was already slack against the mattress when Petra collapsed on top of him, having already met her own release.
"That wasn't so bad right?" Petra asked after they had both gotten a chance to catch their breath.
Claude chuckled, craning his neck to see that, yes, the rain had indeed stopped. Petra sighed, curling against him and running her fingers lazily against his now partially ripped shirt. "Yeah. Not bad at all."
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Girl!Peter/Claude
Rating: R
Summary: For the peterandclaude Anonymous Kink Meme Prompt: Peter/Claude: girl!Peter (now with porny bits!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Warnings: Gender Bender, AU
"This is dangerous ya know."
She turned to him, a quizzical look on her face as if that were the last thing she was expecting to hear from him. "What? Inviting a guy I barely know into my empty apartment in the middle of the night is suddenly dangerous?" Petra frowned, her lips -- small and pink and slightly crooked in a way that was not at all unappealing -- pouted thoughtfully. "Gee, never would have guessed that."
Claude snorted, stuffing his hands -- still wet and trembling ever so slightly from the rain that had soaked them both right through their clothes -- into his pockets and hoping that his indignant scowl would work on the far too trusting, far too naive for her own good young woman in front of him. It wouldn't. He knew it.
He may have only known Petra Petrelli for a few days, but he knew her type well enough. She should have been a spoiled little rich girl, relishing in the extravagant lifestyle that her family and their influence entitled her to, but that wasn't her. Petra was the odd one out -- in spite of her status as the little princess of the Petrelli house -- and like any family outcast she became a rebel, revolting in the one way she could, the one way her family wouldn't understand: by caring. That's why she became a nurse instead of a doctor or a lawyer, that's why she lived on her own away from her family and their money and judging eyes, that's why she chose Claude instead of her brother.
She fumbled with her keys for just a moment, her own fingers still fighting off the chill of a late fall downpour, before a distinct click sounded through the hallway.
"Didn't your parents train you better than this poodle?" Claude asked, hesitating as she opened the door to let him in. "Allowin' someone like me inta your flat... could make off with something irreplaceable."
Petra was already shrugging out of her jacket as he spoke, frowning at him warily. "I'm not a virgin if that's what you’re getting at," she scoffed, placing the soaking wet garment on a hook near the door. "And besides, I've got like, a bazillion abilities in my head. I'm pretty sure I'm anything but defenseless."
"A 'bazillion abilities' that ya haven't quite mastered yet, pup," he reminded her, standing in the doorway as if blocked by some unseen force. He didn't want to go in. Sure he had snuck in before, but that was different, this was different. Being invited into a cozy little apartment by a pretty young girl nearly half his age wasn't something he was ready for, not tonight.
"Just come in!" Petra sighed, grabbing his arm and dragging him through the threshold. She flicked a few switches and suddenly the apartment was flooded with light.
Claude groaned allowing himself to be lead inside. His clothes made wet, sopping noises with each move he made and caused Petra to stare at him, thoughtfully for a moment.
"Stay here. I'll be right back," she instructed, disappearing around the corner.
The Brit took another reluctant step inside, looking around the flat wearily. It was small -- one bedroom, one bathroom -- and neat and quietly girlish. There were so many pictures and keepsakes decorating the walls and shelves that Claude almost felt as if he were in a museum. He spotted several pictures of Petra and her brother -- a little girl with her brown hair in pig tails smiling sweetly with her arms wrapped possessively around the neck of a strong chinned young man; the same brother and sister, much older now, wearing formal clothing in front of a plain blue backdrop -- a few of her mother -- dear lord did they look alike -- and not a single trace of her father.
"Here," Petra announced, returning with a few towels in her arms. "Sorry I don't have anything for you to wear."
"S'alright," he mumbled, taking the offered towels, "wasn't expectin' you to."
She smiled, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "I'm, uh, gonna go change," she said. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable."
Claude watched as Petra turned and left, disappearing into her bedroom. The door closed with a soft click and suddenly his stomach felt tight, full. If he were a smarter man, he would have turned and left, yet he was torn between logic and his own sense of curiosity. He turned towards the window just in time to see a flash of lightning and the rain intensify. This wouldn't exactly be the first storm he'd slept in, but he had to admit that being trapped inside was a much more appealing alternative. Claude sighed, shrugging off his coat and hanging it next to Petra's. That seemed wrong.
He dried his hair and his arms then tossed the towel aside as he headed towards the refrigerator. He wasn't surprised to find that there wasn't any beer -- Petra didn't strike him as much of a drinker to begin with -- but the lack of any food that wasn't an individually wrapped, microwavable, low fat meal was disheartening to say the least.
"Yeah. I'm not a very good cook."
Claude had to fight to keep himself from jumping at Petra's unexpected presence, but he managed to come off looking calm and indifferent as he closed the door to the refrigerator and turned to look at her. "Not surprised. Doubt you ever had ta learn, ya? Probably had a million maids waitin' round ta make ya fresh baked cookies when you were a pup."
"I learned a little," Petra assured him. "I'm just… not very good."
He laughed, trying his best not to look at the thin, worn white t-shirt and short blue boxers she was wearing. The amount of smooth, pale skin she was showing was a painful reminder of how long it had been since he'd slept with anyone and suddenly Claude wished he hadn't thought of that. He stepped away only to have his hips collide with the counter and suddenly he felt very hot.
"I should go."
"Go?" Petra echoed, turning to glance out the window. Rain was still coming down in buckets, but the lightning seemed to have stopped. Still, Claude knew it was too much to hope for that Petra would allow him to leave. "You can't go out in that. Stay here tonight."
She grabbed his wrist and her hands were so soft and gentle that it actually pained him. "Alright, that's enough now," he said, jerking away from her.
Petra blinked, startled, as she took a confused step back. "Whuh-"
"Musta knocked you around too much today," he went on, grabbing her small shoulders and pushing her away, holding her against the opposite wall as if he were afraid of her touch. "Just... just stop it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Petra argued and she almost had him convinced. "I'm just offering you a place to stay for the night."
Claude scoffed as he let her go. "Yeah, that's it. A nice roof over my head, a warm bed ta sleep in, an’ then little Pet's got herself a new boyfriend ta make mummy an' big brother nice an' angry."
Petra's eyes were wide, impossibly so, as she stared up at him, unblinking as they slowly filled with justified indignation. She looked as if Claude had reached out and slapped her and suddenly the Brit felt as if he had. "Is that really what you think of me?" she said, whispered really. "You think I'm just some... some floozy? Some spoiled rich girl who'll sleep with random guys just to get attention?"
His throat tightened and he refused to apologize even if he did feel like a complete ass.
"You know, just because something crappy happened to you a long time ago doesn't mean that everyone out there is a two faced jerk," she muttered, wrapping her arms tightly around herself as if suddenly aware of how little she was wearing. "Sometimes when someone does something nice, it's just because they want to be nice."
"You've got a lot ta learn about the world, Pet."
Petra sighed, running her slim fingers through her floppy brown hair. "I think you should go."
Claude didn't protest, didn't argue as he pushed himself off of the counter and turned to leave. Yet he stopped himself when a pair of slim, confident hands grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. He stiffened as soft, pink lips pressed themselves firmly against his own. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and his arms wrapped around her waist and suddenly they were impossibly close, her thin body flat against his own.
A soft moan escaped Petra's lips as they parted. "But I really want you to stay."
Claude sighed, because damn it all if he didn't want to stay too. "Right then," he breathed. "Suppose I could stay a while longer."
The smile that spread across the young woman's lips was blinding as she grabbed his hand and lead him back to her bedroom. "Good to know," she chuckled. "And maybe if you keep your mouth shut, you might end up with a pretty decent breakfast in the morning."
He smirked. "So you won't be cookin' then?"
Petra scoffed and even though he couldn't see it, Claude could tell she was rolling her eyes at him. Still, she didn't turn him away and for that he was thankful. She stepped into her bedroom and the girl's natural reflex was to turn on the lights. Claude's response to that was to quickly shut them off. Petra turned to stare at him, confusion shifting her soft features into a slight frown.
"Not doin' that," he told her simply. "Not... not tonight."
She nodded, trying her best to understand -- because how could a pretty little girl like that really understand -- as she guided him the rest of the way to the bed. He sat down, awkwardly, remembering how wet his clothes still were. The mattress squeaked under his weight and he was thankful that it was dark so he wouldn't have to be treated to the sight of Petra's no doubt overly girlish bedroom.
Claude didn't know what he was expecting, but he was startled when Petra climbed onto his lap, straddling his hips with her firm legs before pressing their lips together. Her arms wrapped around his neck again and his hands were practically shaking with... with... he didn't know why they were shaking, but he couldn't stop them from trembling as they grabbed the girl's hips, clinging to her desperately.
Petra pulled away slowly and if it weren't for the soft moan that escaped her lips, Claude would have sworn that she realized what a mistake she had made. "Mmm... lie back," she instructed, her hands sliding to his shoulders. She pushed him back, guiding him to lie against the mattress.
He went down with little resistance and suddenly he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She smiled down at him, playful and sweet, as slim fingers gripped the hem of her shirt and lifted the white fabric clean over her head. Claude felt his heart beating a mile a minute as the t-shirt was tossed across the room, lying out of sight and forgotten. Firm breasts stared back at him -- not overtly big, but round and perky and just the right size for the small frame above him -- and suddenly his cock, which had already been quite hard, was painfully stiff.
Petra giggled, no doubt feeling his "eagerness" beneath her, as she grabbed at his shirt, tugging at the still wet fabric and willing to give it the same treatment. He stopped her, slapping young hands away. "Won't be doin' that either," he told her when brown eyes narrowed in confusion.
"I get it," Petra whispered, sliding off of him. "I get it."
Claude sat up stiffly, using his elbows for support. He thought for certain that she was going to get dressed and kick him out for real this time. Instead, he watched as those small blue boxers slid down narrow hips and his body didn't know whether to relax or tense.
"Petra," he breathed as she reached into her bedside table and pulled out a condom.
She climbed back on top of him, kissing him as she fumbled with his buckle. "It's okay," she whispered, her lips never fully leaving his even as her nimble fingers managed to get his fly undone, freeing his straining erection. She had the decency not to even attempt to take his pants all the way off and for that he was grateful. "It's okay. Just... just relax."
As she unrolled the condom and slid it onto his cock, Claude suddenly felt guilty for making the girl do all the hard work. Surely there was something he could have done. No doubt she was used to taking care of others given her job and all, but he was no bedridden old man (although he certainly felt like Father Time underneath the young body crawling on top of him).
"Petra," he began again, but his train of thought completely dissolved as the girl straddled him again, impaling herself with his straining cock. A slew of grunts and groans fell from his lips as his hands instinctively went to her thighs again, fingers digging into the soft skin.
Petra's head flew back, her eyes screwed shut, and her mouth fell open in a wordless cry. It was a beautiful sight, one that only got better as she began to move, sliding up and down his cock. Her cheeks flushed and her loose brown her fell around her face as slim fingers clung to the front of his shirt. He wasn't going to last very long, not with her moving like this.
"Pet," he groaned, screwing his eyes shut and hoping that the lack of a visual would help him to last longer.
No good. He could still feel her and the soft, moans and mewls she was making certainly didn't help.
"Claude." she breathed, picking up speed. "Oh, Claude!"
He lost it then, hearing his name said like that from those lips was enough to send him over the edge. Claude felt his face flush as his hands clutched Petra's sides with bruising force as he came, a sea of white exploding before his eyes. His body was already slack against the mattress when Petra collapsed on top of him, having already met her own release.
"That wasn't so bad right?" Petra asked after they had both gotten a chance to catch their breath.
Claude chuckled, craning his neck to see that, yes, the rain had indeed stopped. Petra sighed, curling against him and running her fingers lazily against his now partially ripped shirt. "Yeah. Not bad at all."