Mile High
Peter and Claire

Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Author's Note: This was written for the "quickie" challenge at the matureheroes livejournal community. Peter and Claire join the Mile High Club. Yeah. That's pretty much it. Be warned - this does contain smut/sex/porn, whatever you want to call it.

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"Are you sure this is, you know, clean?" Claire asked, wrinkling her nose as Peter sealed the door of the cramped airplane restroom.

"It won't be after we're done," Peter answered.

He pushed her against the wall, his lips pressed against hers with such a force that she couldn't find the strength to complain. His knee pressed between her legs, she could feel his erection pressed against her stomach. He was obviously more than anxious to start their honeymoon early. She was honestly surprised that he lasted this long without taking her right out there in front of everyone.

She reached down and massaged him through the front of his pants. He grunted against her throat as he kissed his way up from her shoulder. If she kept this up the show would be over before it even got started. He leaned his forehead against hers, mouth open in silent pleasure as she continued rubbing him through his jeans. His long bangs fell against her face, brushing against her cheek. She giggled at the contorted look of bliss spreading across his face.

"Claire…" he muttered. It sounded strained, as if it took everything he had to form that one small word.

Claire didn't bother to answer. Instead she unzipped her jeans, wriggling out of them and kicking them off to the side. Doing the same with his, she only had time to push them past his knees before he pressed himself against her, whipping his shirt over his head. Her sweater followed, landing somewhere behind him.

Before she even had a chance to breathe, he had already pierced into her. Pressed against the wall, she welcomed it as support as he thrust into her with more passion than he had used in his apartment, the dressing room at the mall, the small, cramped seat at the movie theater, or the back seat of Simone's car all combined. It must have been the thrill of sex thousands of feet in the air that had set him off. Or maybe the lack of oxygen had gone straight to his…

Claire started to let out a low groan but was silenced by Peter's hand over her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to keep from screaming into his hand. He continued to pound into her, spurred on by her hips grinding against him.

Her nails dug into his back, trailing scratches from between his shoulder blades down to his waist. The pain only made him push harder, thrust faster, until he felt as if he would explode at any moment. Her eyes squeezed shut and her body tensed around him, each time his body rammed into hers sending her within inches of climax.

Only a few more thrusts and she started to shiver under his hands gripped on her waist. She flailed over the edge, biting into the palm of his hand as the only resort to keep from screaming out so loud that every passenger on the damn plane would know exactly what was going on. Claire's clenching around him as she came ignited his own rush. He bit into his lower lip, eyes glazing over and the band of sweat on his brow illuminated by the low lighting in their tiny space.

She fell forward into his arms, her legs shaking so hard she could barely stand on her own. He held up the hand that had been covering her mouth and watched as the incisions made by her teeth healed over.

"Sorry 'bout that," Claire murmured against his chest.

"Don't sweat it." Peter kissed the top of her head. "So how does it feel?"

Claire looked up at him, squinting as she tried to decipher his question. "How does what feel?"

Peter smirked. "Being a part of the Mile High Club."

Claire merely grinned. "I don't know." She reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock. "Better make sure we're in."