Summary: Peter and Claire discover they're related, but in a different way.
Spoilers: through Distractions.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tim Kring et al.
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Thanks to kallie_kat for the beta!
A/N: Just pretend that Peter wasn't in a coma for several weeks; he just passed out for a few hours, then went back to New York with Nathan. Claire is 17 in this story.
A/N 2: Dialog borrowed from the episode "The Fix" using transcripts from Shadow Anthology
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Peter came to consciousness slowly the next morning. He burrowed his face in the hair in front of him, pulling the warm body he was spooned behind closer. His hand slid under her top, gliding along soft skin to cup a full breast. Unconsciously, he rubbed his morning erection against her.
"Mmm, Peter," his bedmate cooed.
That wasn't Simone's voice. Peter's eyes shot open and all he could see was blonde hair filling his vision. Blonde...Claire! He was molesting Claire in her sleep.
Peter fell out of bed in his haste to get away from her. The sound of his fall woke Claire.
She slowly rolled over to peer at Peter sitting on the floor. Lying on her stomach, she snuggled into the pillow, smiling lazily at him.
"What are you doing down there?" she asked.
Peter was relieved that she didn't seem to remember his hands all over her just a few minutes ago, let along anything else touching her.
"I, uh, misjudged how close I was to the edge of the bed," Peter said, sounding embarrassed. Well, he was embarrassed, just not for the reason he was telling Claire.
Claire shifted over, leaving room for Peter as she lifted the sheet. "Are you coming back to bed?"
Peter glanced at the clock. It was a little after 7am. Normally, he'd crawl back into bed for another hour or so, but his body still remembered holding and touching Claire in ways that he shouldn't know about.
"Actually, I'm kind of awake now. I think I'll just go and shower," Peter said, slowly standing, keeping his hands in front of his groin, hoping she was too sleepy to notice his arousal.
"Okay, I'll stay here 'till you're done, then do the same," Claire said, her eyes drifting closed again.
Peter hastily grabbed a change of clothes and practically ran for the sanctuary of the bathroom. He debated taking a cold shower to rid himself of his little problem, but knew that wouldn't be enough with such a tempting siren on the other side of the door.
Turning the water on to warm, Peter removed his clothes and stepped into the shower. His eyes closed as he took himself in hand, stroking quickly to memories of holding Claire just a little while ago. He surprised himself by just how quickly thoughts of her brought him off.
Once he was able to get his breathing back under control, Peter quickly washed his hair, along with the rest of his body, hoping to wash away his guilt. He couldn't believe he'd just jerked off to thoughts of a seventeen year old high school kid. A very sexy, sweet, alluring high school cheerleader.
When he emerged from the steamy bathroom fully dressed, it was to find Claire sitting up in bed, watching some cartoon on TV.
"Good morning," she chirped, glancing over at Peter.
"Morning," Peter replied. He sat on the opposite bed. "Did you sleep well?"
Claire was blushing faintly as she replied, "Yeah, really well. Better than I have in a long time." She looked at him through her eyelashes, the implication that it was because she slept in his arms very clear.
It made Peter wonder if maybe she hadn't been asleep when he'd been touching her.
"How's the water pressure?" Claire asked, breaking into Peter's thoughts.
"What? Oh, it's good," Peter said.
"Great. There's nothing worse than staying in a hotel with a crappy shower," Claire informed him.
She got up and picked up the small pile of clothes that Peter just notice had been set out at the foot of the bed. Claire started for the bathroom, then spun around as if she'd just remembered something. She quickly crossed to Peter and before he could react, kissed him on the lips before skipping off to the bathroom and shutting the door.
Peter lay back on the bed, his hand over his eyes. He was going to hell - or maybe he was already there.
After gathering up their belongings and checking out, Peter and Claire went in search of breakfast.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Peter asked, enjoying the hot cup of coffee.
Blushing faintly, thinking about their kiss the previous night, Claire answered, "Really good."
"Really?" Peter asked, surprised. "No more nerves about meeting Meredith?"
"Oh," Claire said, realizing what he'd meant. "Oh, um, actually, I'm still kind of nervous about that."
"Then what..." Peter started to question before realizing what she must have been thinking of at first. "I mean, that's understandable."
Claire took a big bite of her omelet and couldn't meet Peter's eyes. It was silly really, being this nervous after one kiss. Okay, so it was a really incredible kiss. The best she'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing, actually.
"Yeah, but I think that I'm ready to see her. Today," Claire admitted.
"Good, that's good," Peter rushed to say. "The trailer park you said she lives in isn't too far from here. We can head over when we're done here."
Claire gulped. "Great."
They finished the meal in relative silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
When they returned to the car, instead of pulling on her seat belt right away, like Peter moved to do, Claire pulled Peter to meet her lips. Peter only resisted for a moment before giving in to her demanding kiss. Why deny himself the pleasure of her kiss when she was so eager to have him kiss her?
"I thought we weren't going to do that again," Peter panted out when they finally parted.
Claire smirked, running her hands through his hair. "For luck."