She's cold. So damn cold - and she's been cold now for a long time. When was the last time she felt the heat? That burning, blissful heat in all it's glory? When he touched her. She knows just how wrong it is. She knows that it's forbidden. But she can't seem to stop herself.

He stands just a few inches from her, smiling that beautifully crooked smile of his. It makes her swallow hard, knees weak - and his eyes on her turns her into nothing more than a mass of jelly. He's always had that effect on her - but she's always managed to keep it hidden. Until now.

"I can't take it anymore." She murmurs, eyeing up her reflection.

"Claire? Are you in there?" His voice calls out and her heart freezes, her skin alight and burning at the way he says her name. So calm, so casual - so unlike the movements beneath her skin.

"You can come in." She shouts.

She'd been planning this for so long now. What if she screwed it up? Everything would be ruined. Between them - the connection could be lost. What if he doesn't feel the same way?

She'd be destroyed.

He walks in with his usual warmth, his lips curving into a slanted smile, one that sends butterflies fluttering uncontrollably in her stomach. She crosses her arms awkwardly over her chest to stop herself from throwing herself at him.

"What's wrong?" He asks, smile slipping.

"Nothing." She replies hoarsely before clearing her throat.

"Claire, talk to me. You know you can."

He reaches a hand forward and places it gently on her shoulder. Even through the material of her top, she can feel the burning heat from his palm and it makes her little putty. She steps forward, into his arms and presses her face to his chest. Clearly surprised, he wraps his arms around her. She can hear his head going wildly, pounding fast in his chest - she can even feel his throat working as he struggles to swallow.

"What's wrong Claire?" He murmurs softly, his words like velvet.

She pulls back and looks up at him. Her eyes search his before she wets her lips. She can't help but notice how his eyes dart to catch the movement - and the sudden nervousness that takes over his features.

"Peter." She murmurs.

"What?" He asks sounding confused and torn.

She doesn't need to say anything else. She leans up and presses her lips to his. He lets out a soft, shuddering sigh and tightens his grip on her, fingers digging into the material of her top. His heat is almost more than she can take. It renders her pathetically useless. She clings to him tightly.

"Claire... we can't." He whispers, his warm breath fanning her lips.

"I don't care Peter. I've wanted it for so long. I need you."

"But... it's so wrong."

His words don't stop him from nipping gently at her lower lip, sucking on it with a mouth that's hot and demanding. She pushes every inch of herself against him and he lets out a groan of surrender.

"I love you Peter." She says quietly as he lifts her suddenly, placing her on the edge of the sink - her legs wrapping around his waist.

"And I love you Claire."