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dontwantmebackTitle: Sexytimes Part Fifteen - Claire/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Claire Bennet/Peter Petrelli
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest
Length: 480 words
Claire knew that Peter was technically her uncle. They were biologically related but there was none of the familiarity, the history, the closeness that made it feel wrong to be attracted to him. In her head, she knew it was wrong, but she just didn't feel it, and Peter made it hard not to. He was cute, and there was something strangely appealing about an older man, he was kind to her and to everyone else, and he treated her either like the family they really weren't or like he felt the same way she did. Claire and Peter had always been close, though, closer than virtual strangers should have been, and she wondered if that meant he did only see her as his niece or if there was something more to it.
If he did only see her like the adorable illegitimate child of his older brother, Claire wished he'd stop acting like they weren't only that. And if they were, she wished he'd stop acting like that's all she was to her. It made her question everything and wonder what he could possibly want from her, if anything.
She got her answer, and much preferable to what she had thought, when he kissed her one day. He'd come to see her and they'd been left alone, and in one instant they went from family who were more like friends to kissing. Claire's arms wrapped around his neck and Peter's hands, and she knew it was a terrible, wrong thing for them to be doing but the feeling didn't quite make out of her brain. She should have said no, pushed him away, but she didn't, and didn't even do so when his hands slipped beneath her shirt. Instead, she did the same to him and all of a sudden Claire was sitting in Peter's lap and she had a hand down his pants and it was possibly the worst idea ever.
Worse still when the door opened and suddenly they weren't so alone anymore, and they were forced apart to scramble their clothes back in place, forced to carry on casual conversation like nothing had happened. For hours they had to make small talk and it wasn't like they could just ask to be left alone to talk about what had happened. Or preferably to continue what had happened. Claire would have preferred to continue.
When they were finally left alone again, Peter shifted awkwardly, like he wasn't sure how to act anymore, and Claire decided it was her turn. He'd made a move, and now she needed to do the same. So she smiled and slid right back into his lap.
"We were interrupted," she announced plainly, and Peter just smiled back.
"Yes we were."
Claire pretended like she didn't want to hesitate. "So let's try again."
Peter just kissed her in place of voicing his agreement.
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Claire Bennet/Peter Petrelli
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest
Length: 480 words
Claire knew that Peter was technically her uncle. They were biologically related but there was none of the familiarity, the history, the closeness that made it feel wrong to be attracted to him. In her head, she knew it was wrong, but she just didn't feel it, and Peter made it hard not to. He was cute, and there was something strangely appealing about an older man, he was kind to her and to everyone else, and he treated her either like the family they really weren't or like he felt the same way she did. Claire and Peter had always been close, though, closer than virtual strangers should have been, and she wondered if that meant he did only see her as his niece or if there was something more to it.
If he did only see her like the adorable illegitimate child of his older brother, Claire wished he'd stop acting like they weren't only that. And if they were, she wished he'd stop acting like that's all she was to her. It made her question everything and wonder what he could possibly want from her, if anything.
She got her answer, and much preferable to what she had thought, when he kissed her one day. He'd come to see her and they'd been left alone, and in one instant they went from family who were more like friends to kissing. Claire's arms wrapped around his neck and Peter's hands, and she knew it was a terrible, wrong thing for them to be doing but the feeling didn't quite make out of her brain. She should have said no, pushed him away, but she didn't, and didn't even do so when his hands slipped beneath her shirt. Instead, she did the same to him and all of a sudden Claire was sitting in Peter's lap and she had a hand down his pants and it was possibly the worst idea ever.
Worse still when the door opened and suddenly they weren't so alone anymore, and they were forced apart to scramble their clothes back in place, forced to carry on casual conversation like nothing had happened. For hours they had to make small talk and it wasn't like they could just ask to be left alone to talk about what had happened. Or preferably to continue what had happened. Claire would have preferred to continue.
When they were finally left alone again, Peter shifted awkwardly, like he wasn't sure how to act anymore, and Claire decided it was her turn. He'd made a move, and now she needed to do the same. So she smiled and slid right back into his lap.
"We were interrupted," she announced plainly, and Peter just smiled back.
"Yes we were."
Claire pretended like she didn't want to hesitate. "So let's try again."
Peter just kissed her in place of voicing his agreement.