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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Heroes_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Claire_Bennet/Peter_Petrelli
  Character:
      Claire_Bennet, Peter_Petrelli
  Additional Tags:
      Incest
  Series:
      Part 21 of Totally_My_Hero_Peter_and_Claire_Collection
  Stats:
      Published: 2007-06-04 Words: 1935
****** Party Display ******
by paynesgrey
Summary
     If they were going to be bad, why not go all the way?
Notes
     Written for
     [[info]]
mature_heroes "___ in Public" challenge
Claire could tell by Peter's fidgeting that he was positively bored at Nathan's
party. Of course, she knew he was grateful and relieved his brother was out of
the hospital, his injuries finally healed after that explosion. After the drama
had finally subsided, Peter had reverted back to his reclusive ways and wanted
to get away from Nathan's usual stuffy friends. His stir crazy nature was even
more evident when his hand started crawling up her thigh and he gave her 'the
look' again.
She darted her head toward him and whispered bitingly, "Are you crazy? You want
to do this here?"
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, squeezing her thigh one last time
before he got up from his chair and began to walk toward the end of his
mother's garden. Within his disposition, she knew it was her cue to follow him.
As embarrassing as the situation was, she'd always give into Peter's whims.
'Don't forget about the moral implications, Claire,' she reminded herself. She
rolled her eyes as Peter turned back to flash a smirk before walking forward.
Peter knew this was wrong. Claire knew this was wrong. They both were very,
very aware on how wrong and messed up they were. Though given their string of
circumstances together that Peter had written up as destiny, it had gotten
harder and even more fruitless to deny the strange chemistry that was prevalent
between them - family members or not. In a normal world among normal people, it
would be considered perfectly disgusting. Even Peter and Claire had discussed
the matter, forcing them to be perfectly disgusted with each other.
It didn't quite work out as planned. What was deemed 'disgusting' had escalated
into some perverse turn-on. It just made it more obvious that they weren't
'normal' people -- and they never would be.
She and Peter just hoped that others in the Petrelli family hadn't noticed
their "un-normalness"; although, their extreme closeness had already raised a
few eyebrows. Thankfully, Nathan and Angela didn't address the issue. Claire
didn't know if that was a good or bad thing the way their family just buried
truths and problems.
In this case, however, she was glad they butted out of their business. Peter
and Claire felt guilty enough for their transgressions - at least, they felt
guilty after the deed was done. Though, the guilt would never stick, and they
would be right back where they started - usually in Peter's bed.
Claire rose from her chair, trying to act as innocent as possibly. She knew the
direction where Peter went, so she made a point to not follow him exactly. She
took her time, looking up at the stars and remarking to one of staff that it
was a beautiful night for a walk. After the staff's bland affirmation, Claire
sauntered off on her own, glancing back at the party. No one seemed to notice
her, and everyone else was caught up in their own little worlds. She turned her
head back to the dark shadows at the end of the garden, and suddenly she was
pulled forward by an invisible force.
Feeling jarred, she looked up in surprise at Peter's smiling face. "Took you
long enough." He bent down putting his lips fervently over hers, pulling her
warm body flush against him.
Claire broke the kiss and gave him a pout. "I had to wait a little while. Do
you know how guilty that would look if we left at the same time?"
Peter frowned slightly, nodding his head. He knew she was right. He looked
behind her, and everyone at the party still seemed preoccupied. No one noticed
they were gone, and with a credit to Claude's powers, no one would notice they
were right in front of them either.
"Are you sure no one can see us?" Claire asked hesitantly, her gaze meeting her
grandmother's who seemed to be staring off into space coincidently in their
direction. Claire shivered, not entirely convinced her stern, frightening
grandmother couldn't see them. She knew Angela had powers of her own. 'Let's
just hope it's not de-invisible powers,' Claire mused, and she immediately felt
Peter's pull at her clothes, getting her attention again.
"You worry too much," Peter told her, kissing her temple lightly and then
trailing kisses down her jaw line. She bent her head back, closing her eyes and
then letting out a soft moan. She felt his hand trace the line of her hip,
tugging at the edge of her skirt. Frenetically, her hands smoothed over his
chest and then dipped under his shirt. Peter made a noise against her lips as
her cold hands met his hot skin, and she felt him shiver underneath her finger
tips.
"Peter..." she moaned, and the more his hands were on her; the more she fell
out of reality into their own world, blocking out the chatter of the party.
Peter tugged at her bra, snapping open the clasp and relieving her breasts of
the constriction. She moaned louder against his mouth as he squeezed the flesh
and pinched her hardening nipples. Claire scratched her nails down his chest
and pushed against him.
"Claire, we need to go somewhere..." Peter groaned against her. His breathing
became rapid, and she felt him harden against her.
Claire nodded. They couldn't just stand here pawing each other in the middle of
the garden, and she certainly didn't want to lie down on the hard and cold
cement floor. She glanced around the party, looking for the somewhere secluded.
Suddenly, she turned to Peter, and her eyes beamed brightly when she found the
perfect place.
"So... you sure we're going to stay invisible and no one will notice?"
Peter looked at her curiously and then nodded his head. "Uh huh."
She grinned at him, and he cocked an eyebrow. She pointed in the direction of
Nathan and Angela, and Peter's face blanched.
If they were going to be bad, they might as well go all the way.
"Over there, behind the band stand." Claire looked up at Peter whose mouth was
agape. She shrugged her shoulders. "It's the perfect spot. That wall looks
pretty sturdy." She flashed him a mischievous smile. "Besides, no one's going
to hear us either."
Peter nodded slowly, scoping out the place. He grabbed her hand as they quickly
moved toward it as Claire giggled behind him.
In a swift motion, Peter had pushed her roughly against the wall behind the
large white band stand, the beat of the drums muffling out their sounds. He put
his mouth roughly over hers, teasing and tasting her tongue, soaking up her
scent. Claire moaned loudly, tugging at Peter's pants and pulling them over his
hips. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him as he steadied her
against the wall, lifting up her skirt. She cooed against his lips as his
hardened arousal grazed her entrance past her panties, while she bucked and
squirmed against him.
Slowly, he teased her, grinning against her mouth as he lightly prodded her
sensitive flesh, pushing slowly inside and then swiftly coming out. He snaked
his fingers between her legs, and she cried loudly as he rubbed her sensitive
nub, pinching her and swirling his finger around wetness.
"Oh, God, please... get inside me NOW," she demanded as he kept rubbing against
her. Peter laughed playfully in her ear, delighting in how she willingly gave
herself to him - becoming fully and solely his. Slowly, he lifted her upward,
and she arched her body to him as he plunged into her, pounding hard just as
quickly as she pushed against him. And as Claire moaned, he tugged on her lips
with his teeth, keeping his rhythm and pushing into her as far and fast as he
could. Her slick warmth encompassed him fully, the feeling of pure abandon just
beyond his reach. He gritted his teeth and pushed harder, and he felt her hands
cup his buttocks, squeezing them and pushing him closer.
Like him, she wanted this. And each time they reached out for each other,
blurring the lines of family and defying the moral and impossible world, they
came closer to becoming one.
They became something together - something Destiny had never intended but was
too powerful to negate, beyond powers, beyond family and beyond lovers.
Claire's scratches on Peter's chest began to heal, and Peter's power of
invisibility flickered on and off, resonating with her moans. Peter realized he
was losing control of his powers, and his hands started to burn. Still moving
inside her, he looked into Claire eyes with desperation, searching out the balm
from her warm and loving heart. She took his hands into hers, and suddenly, the
glow began to subside. She gritted her teeth as he burned her, but almost
immediately - together - their skin began to heal over the scorched flesh. She
clutched his hands tightly as he thrust into her hard once more, and she
released a satiated scream. Peter bent forward, resting his head in the crook
of her shoulder. He sighed loudly, his breath blanketing her cooling moist
skin. And in a long final push, he filled her - warm and whole.
For a short moment, they rested. Peter continued to lean against Claire, and
she embraced him, running her fingers through his damp hair. Peter smoothed his
hand down her back, delicately tracing the curve.
"Mmmm... so scandalous," Claire murmured. Peter chuckled against her.
"It would have been worse if someone had seen that," Peter said, kissing her
shoulder and then moving back to look at her.
Claire folded her arms, accentuating her chest. She lifted her chin and said,
"Worse? Don't you mean 'more exciting'?"
Peter reached in and tapped her nose playfully. "If only we could afford to be
so daring."
Claire sighed nodding. "If only." Peter noticed the tint of sadness in her
voice, and he pulled her closer, resting his chin on top of her head.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. We talked about this, remember?" Peter replied, and
Claire smiled against him.
"I know." She sighed again, repeating, "I know."
"So... you're not changing your mind, are you?" Peter looked into her eyes,
searching for answers. Claire seemed bothered, but then again, they both had
been after times like these.
Claire gave him a small smile. "After a night like tonight? Of course not!" She
picked up their clothes, and then Peter put an arm around her, leading her back
to the house. People were still enjoying the party in the background, but to
Peter and Claire, their world just didn't include them.
Claire stopped, turning around to Peter. He stared at her and she spoke to him
resolutely. "Peter, even if we have to keep sneaking around like this for the
rest of our lives, I still get to be with you right?"
Peter walked up to her and wiped the forming tears from her eyes. "Of course,"
he said, leaning against her and bringing her close. Claire swooned as his
naked chest rubbed against hers, her feelings fully returning after their post-
coital talk.
She gave him a devilish grin and then said, "Well, then, I guess I can live
with the moral repercussions."
"Oh yeah?" he challenged, rocking his erect body into her. She felt another hot
pulse wash through her core, and the look in his eyes fueled her second wind.
They were already heading toward the spare bedroom - possibly on instinct.
She let out a small purr as his hands cupped her breasts, and she replied
resolutely, "Oh yeah. The guilt is definitely worth it."

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