Claire opened her door. 'Um, hi.' She said awkwardly
Peter stood there nervously 'hey, just thought I'd, um...make a surprise visit' he stuttered just as awkwardly as Claire.
'Well, would you like to come in? I'll make us some tea.'
'Sure' I've got to tell her, I've got to say it he thought as he crossed her door frame into the small cluttered apartment Claire called a home. Tonight was going to be the night he'd tell her how he felt and hope to god she felt the same way. He had in fact been in love with her since the day he met her. Sure I'm her uncle but there is barely an age difference, and, he thought, it's not exactly like Nathans been there for her, he hasn't been a real dad.
'Earth to Peter! Are you alright? You don't have to stand on my door step, you can come in you know!' Claire exclaimed looking a little concerned. Peter was ripped out of his thoughts, he blushed, but Claire missed it, she was still making tea. 'Here you go!' she said cheerfully sitting on the couch and signalling him to do the same whilst handing him his drink. Peter sat down self-consciously.
'So, what are you working as now? Like, a nur-'
'Look Claire I need to tell you something' Peter cut in. Claire could see it was pretty important but she was stubborn and hated it when people butted in.
'Ok, but in a minute! I was talking, so anyway... a nurse was it?'
'Uh yeah, sort of' he said distractedly, he couldn't wait any longer, he needed to tell her how he felt. He set his tea down.
'I've got this job as a stunt girl, cool, eh? It's how I keep th-'Peter's lips came crashing down onto hers in a passionate kiss. He felt her hesitate but slowly she started to respond, he opened his mouth and brushed his tongue against her lips, she parted hers and let him explore her mouth. Peter put his hand on her back and pulled her inwards deepening their kiss, earning a moan from Claire. They broke apart, panting. He lifted up his hand and cupped her face while his other hand still stayed and her back.
'I love you' said Claire, this surprised Peter; he had her down as the more flirty type.
'I love you too.' Claire's flirty streak returned as she smirked at him, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him in for another kiss. She slid her other hand down to his trousers, he hardened at her touch and moaned into their kiss. Claire moved her free hand up and down his body, pausing at his trousers to undo the clasp. Peter broke their kiss again,
'Claire' he warned 'are you sure about this, I mean I am you uncle and you, well, you're only 17' Claire frowned,
'You're hardly my uncle, because my real dad isn't my dad! Plus, there isn't much of an age difference and it's not like it's going to be my first time!' She pointed out. Peter was shocked at this latest piece of news, but had to admit that he was quite relieved that he wouldn't be her first.
The relief was obviously showing, Claire cocked a playful eyebrow and grabbed his hand. They walked to her bedroom where she pushed him onto her double bed.
Peter woke up, startled and he wondered where he was, the events from last night flooded back to him and he smiled. He supported Claire's head as he wriggled out from under her and started pulling his clothes on. Grabbing his coat he crept out of Claire's flat, shed see him later anyway.