Title: Freeze
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Peter/Claire
Warnings: Slight adult situations, nothing too bad but...
Summary: No matter what Peter did to try to fix the past, the present always remained the same--and he was tired of fighting.
Author's Note: Just a note, nothing explicitly sexual happens in this. Just UST bubbling over the edge for probably the umpteenth time. ;) Written for pairechallenge on LJ, drabble prompt "time."
Sometimes he knew it was hopeless, that no matter what he did he couldn't change a thing. He would be lying to say he hadn't tried--constantly--at first. He had tried to change their meeting so that the attraction didn't erupt out of them both before it was too late. And when that hadn't worked he had tried to stop her from searching out her birth mother, and in retrospect her father, because, after all, what they didn't know couldn't hurt them, right? But each time, no matter what he did, she always discovered the truth.
No matter what he did they always ended up in the same place.
"Claire--" Peter's breath caught in his throat as his lips sought out her neck, needy, his hand tangling itself in her hair as he brushed it out of the way, "--Claire, we can't--this can't--bad."
"Good," Claire protested almost desperately into his ear, nuzzling into the side of Peter's head as she clutched his body closer to her own. Soft mewling sounds escaped her throat as Peter's hot breath sent shivers down her spine and through her limbs. "Always good."
"He's downstairs," Peter breathed weakly, shuddering with emotion despite himself. "He's downstairs--he'll find us. He'll find us."
"Goddamn it, Peter." Claire pulled back just enough to stare him right in the eyes. His gaze was imploring, desperate, as he looked at her. Her's was determined, filled with more strength and stubbornness (and, he noted, frustration) than he had ever seen in her before. "You are the most powerful man on this planet, don't even try to convince me you don't have some ability to make this--us--possible."
"I--" Peter swallowed thickly, unwilling to move his eyes from Claire's. Oh, screw it. He took in a shaky breath, releasing it slowly as he nodded, muttering softly, "We can't tell anyone--"
Claire giggled, rolling her eyes as she bumped her forehead into his. "Duh."
He rolled his eyes as he continued, "--and you have to be touching me at all times."
"Trust me," Claire murmured, "that won't be a problem."
Peter grinned his half-grin at her for just a split-second before he crushed his lips to her's, and the world around them froze. He kissed her softly and slowly, relishing in every moment they had, because if there was anything he knew for certain it was that even when you had the potential to have all the time in the world it still was never enough.