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Claire Bennet sat quietly in the corner of the vast living room inside the Petrelli mansion, it was packed with people and the blonde cheerleader felt very insignificant. Claire really was a beautiful girl with thick golden curls, flawless honey skin and bright green eyes hooded under dark lids lined with eyeliner and long lashes. Her tight V-neck strappy white summer dress molded over her curves and high heels elongated her firm legs. Most nights men would be swarming over such a lovely creature, so young and alive. But with Nikki Sanders dancing wildly, laughing while spinning in her short black dress and shaking out her equally luxurious hair the younger blonde wasn't very attention catching.
She looked alive. Claire mused, she was right Nikki was glowing. Her new control over Jessica allowed her to be a great mother and fantastic wife. She couldn't even be jealous of the attention this beautiful woman was getting, she deserved it.
"You look lonely." An English accent forced Claire from her stupor, she found herself blinking up t a handsome man whom she hadn't met yet. But she had seen him around Peter. Peter. Her hero. Her saviour. Her uncle. "I guess," she muttered, "Adam," still grinning he thrust out his hand, "Adam Monroe." Placing her own dainty fingers onto his palm Claire smiled lightly. "Claire Bennet or Petrelli… I s'pose." Her voice darkened remembering her blood that tied her to Nathan, to Angela. To Peter. "I know." Adam smirked, pulling her up lightly and brushing his lips over her smooth knuckles. "Will you dance with me, Claire Bennet or Petrelli?"
She blushed not believing that this gorgeous charming man was flirting with her. Not Nikki? Beautiful, bubbly Nikki? Not to mention dark and lovely Maya was flowing through the crowd slender hips swaying perfectly in time to whatever song played at the moment. "Of course." But you never look a gift horse in the mouth do you? Claire found herself being swept up into strong arms and loving exactly where she was. And for a bit, she found herself not worrying about being in love with her Uncle. In fact she found herself not worrying at all, just simply dancing.
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Claire didn't notice the dark eyes that follower her while she smiled softly twirling in Adam's arms. His naturally warm, helpful eyes darkened with a thick hot coat of jealousy as Peter watched the blonde man tighten his hands over the fabric of her lovely dress. How lucky Adam was, how lucky that he could dance with her like that, kiss her, love her. While people could only be tied to her through blood. She was laughing now that light happy laugh Peter dreamed about, not the dry fake one he heard around her so often. Adams lips lingered dangerously over her ear, whispering things that Peter could only imagine would have her in Adam fucking Monroe's bed tonight. That's what 400 years of charming women does to you. Two people, two goddamn people knew about his lust, his love for Claire Bennet. (He refused to acknowledge the Petrelli in her.) Matt Parkman, reading minds and she is all he thinks about. And Adam, his best friend. The same Adam who was now dipping a slender body to the floor and pulling her up centimetres from her chest. The same Adam who was kissing her cheek, lingering just a little too long.
But of course it would happen, Peter guessed it. "An indestructible cheerleader Peter? The interesting people you know." He should've seen it, the obsession sprouting in Adam's eyes. Claire was just like him, Claire wouldn't die. She could live with him, be with him forever. But didn't Adam see? Peter wouldn't either, he'd be there. Year after year, with them. And he'd be damned if he didn't fight for something so worthy. More tall leering men were noticing the beautiful girl now. Now that Nikki was sitting down, with her husbands protective arm slung over her shoulder. Now that mysterious Maya had disappeared. Now that Claire was smiling and Adam had just departed in the direction of the drinks. Isaac Mendez's eyes were one of the many, wandering over he figure hands itching to paint her. To see her.
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"Beautiful things like you Claire shouldn't be left alone." Her eyes warmed as the good looking painter leaned into her talking softly. "Keep me company then Isaac." The laughter in her voice was clear, but she couldn't hear the growl of his reply that rang through his mind. But Peter could. I'd love to, simply love to Claire. I'd keep you company all night.
Standing up roughly and kicking his chair back behind him Peter took long strides in the direction of the two. But just as he reached Isaac & Claire, West stepped in front of him and tugged gently at her arm muttering about needing to talk to her. "Actually I needed Claire, West." Peter smiled politely albeit frostily. "Talk to her later," West bit out roughly, clearly frustrated. Peter's voice dropped low, "I want to talk to her now, I doubt you'll stand in the way?" Just as the younger boy looked about to protest, "I can read your mind remember West? Think about my niece," He choked out the 'n' word hating it all the same. "Like that again and I'll definitely think twice about letting you talk to her. And you!" He spun onto Isaac glaring, his voice raising.
"I could hear what you were thinking from across the room! She's too young for you Isaac, and way too good for you." Claire eyes widened as she say Peter loose control. Scowling Isaac strode past them bumping into Peter and whispering into his ear. "Way too young for you too Petrelli, way too related." As he turned to wink at Claire Peter's fist collided with the side of his jaw and he shoved him to the floor. "Stay away from her Mendez!"
Walking straight past Claire he stormed out, passing Adam not sparing him a glance. Peter stormed out the front door slamming it as he left.
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Leaning against a wall outside, voices carried themselves over to him through the clear night air. Reluctantly Peter identified them, Adam and wrangled Claire away from the party and he could hear her telling him about the night's recent events. "Never seen him like that! He was so angry; if I didn't know better I'd think he was jealous." She laughed again but this time it was nervous, high pitched. "Maybe he was." Adam voice growled, and Peter nearly laughed. If Adam thought he'd win himself into her arms by informing her of her uncle's insane desire to have her. He was certainly mistaken. Peter had strict rules about looking into Claire's mind, but from things that he had accidentally heard he had a pretty sure idea that the thought of him and her wouldn't disgust her. "Peter? Jealous? Don't be silly Adam, he's my uncle. He doesn't think of me that way, he wouldn't. He couldn't." She trailed off, obviously contemplating the idea. Peter could almost imagine the,Peter!? Like me? You think… no of course not. He sees me as a little girl, but… maybe. Adam noticing his mistake immediately redeemed it, "Of course, he might not be. Interested that is, but you can rest assure Claire I certainly am." Cringing at the way Adam suavely washed the compliment over her, she'd be blushing now.
That innocent, adorable blush that flushed her cheeks and made her glanced at her toes. Her lashes casting shadows over her lovely skin. They were closer now and Peter pulled out a cigarette and lit it quickly, if he had to witness Adam protectively standing close to Claire and her flushing all over him. Leaning more deeply against the wall, he laid his head back and let out a low breath. Just as the two turned the corner he brought the cigarette to his lips and he blew out the smoke and it lingered in the air. Her gasp, almost made him open his eyes but he restrained himself. Peter didn't stop the dark smirk that covered his lips however. Another accidental dip into Claire's mind a few weeks ago had informed him that he'd look just so fucking hot with a cigarette between his lips. He might as well use what he could get now.
Opening his eyes slowly, his gaze rested on her as he raised the cigarette back to his mouth and inhaled. Dark chocolate eyes locked with green ones and he saw her breath quicken and could hear the heart beat faster as he let the smoke trail out from between his lips. "Hey Claire," He smirked again and lowered the cigarette, ignoring Adam completely. He sauntered over to the two and lowered his head to speak close to her ear. "Enjoy your walk." He walked past them and couldn't help tapping into Matt's power and let her thoughts run over him. Ohgodohgodohgod Peter you're killing me, so gorgeous. So fucking hot. Damnit Peter can't you want me? Instead of teasing me like that, can't you hear me? I WANT YOU. SO fucking badly, you're all I think about. At night, during the day. Fuck you Peter Petrelli, oh god but I'd love to.
Stopping at these thoughts Peter smiled and turned back towards her, but he wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him. Claire's hands running through blonde hair as Adam's hands gripped tightly onto her waist. Their lips locked tightly, as she deepened the kiss greedily. The shocked look on Adam's face Cleary showed that she had initiated the kiss. Her eyes flickered open and stared hard and hot into Peters, his smirk never faltered as he winked at her and took another puff of his cigarette. 'Have fun, Sugar.' He mouthed, and he was damn sure she got the message.