Hello again: I know, it took me forever... sorry sorry sorry. This turned out slightly too fluffy and less dark Peter-ish than I would've liked. But enjoy :)

Peter slammed his fist into a wall as he tore his way through the now empty Petrelli house, after wandering outside for a while he realised he couldn't stay out forever. But he did appreciate the fact that the party has quite obviously ended and all the guests had gone home. Jesus what had gotten into him today? He had punched Isaac Mendez, punched him! He threatened a teenager for god's sake! He had winked at Claire, he –oh my fucking lord smoked in front of Claire. He'd tried to be 10 years younger at the back of his high school waiting for the cheerleaders to walk by after practice. What was wrong with him? God damnit Peter! You're acting like a love struck dumb fuck, strike that. Lust struck. Love had nothing to do with the way he had acted earlier. He knew that, Peter Petrelli had been in love with Claire for a long time but he had never acted like that before. But Jesus, the thought of her wrapped up in Adam's or Isaac's or West's arms made him sick.

The only good thing that had come out of this all was, due to his fuck all attitude Peter had allowed himself to look into Claire's mind. She wanted him. That thought, is what he used to justify his actions. She thought about him, in that way. He wasn't just a crazy old man who lusted after his dainty young niece. He hadn't imagined the looks, he'd read correctly into the mild flirting. And damn he waspleased. He slowed his frantic pace down the hallways as he passed the room Adam slept in while Peter stayed at the Petrelli's. (Yes he stayed here, him and Peter were that close.) Stopping at the door Peter listened carefully and got an earful of soft breathy sounds. Soft breathy, feminine sounds. Closing his eyes he restrained a growl and turned himself invisible. Tapping into DL's power Peter walked straight through the closed door and settled himself into a seat across from the bed. Claire was laying on her back sprawled across it her blonde hair spewed over the pillow and her dress crumpled on the floor.

Adam's shirt lay next to the dress Peter noticed as he watched his friend trail kisses from the valley between Claire's breasts, (thankfully still covered in a lacy black bra) down over her smooth stomach and stopping to glance up at her, his eyes dark and his fingers playing with the simple piece of black cloth that covered Claire from them both. Peter's chest tightened and his groin sprang to life as he saw her close her eyes and breathe deeply. She was clenching her hands over the white linen Peter had placed on the bed earlier that day. Adams lips found the inside of her thigh that he sucked playfully, fingers dancing over her panties. Her breathless moan deepened as his kisses trailed close to where she wanted him most. His fingers darted behind lace and she cooed gently eyes still clamped closed. 'Peter…' She whispered, withering against Adams fingers which immediately withdrew.

Peter nearly stood up as he gaped in surprise, she said his name. God, he'd nearly laughed. This vixen, this beautiful girl who had Adam Monroe's fingers inside her had been thinking of him. She sat up blushing deeply and she sheepishly met Adam's eyes that were staring at her a shocked expression draped over his handsome features. "Peter?" she opened her mouth to quickly reason what she had said but he was already standing, and pushing his arms into the sleeves of his T-shirt. "Peter!? Your Uncle Claire!" His voice rose threateningly before it dropped. "Goodnight Claire." Finishing the top button of his shirt Adam turned and swept from the room. Leaving Claire breathless, nearly naked and beautiful.

Peter sat there for a good 10 minutes watching Claire collect her breath, he couldn't really do much else. That dark smirk that had been implanted on his lips for most of the night had sprung up again as he watched blonde curls spin around as her little hands pulled that crumpled dress over her figure. Her eyes shone with unshed tears and she shook her head muttering to herself. "Jesus Claire, can't you whisper the right name for once." Peter chuckled to himself and then instantly regretted it as she turned sharply in direction of the sound. You're just imagining things; its not like Claude would be sitting there watching you. Claude or PeterShe stopped again and stared straight at where Peter was sitting.Stop being silly, he is not there! Straightening up and smoothing her dress, she began walking towards the closed door. Resting her hand against the handle, she stopped and rested her forehead against the wood. You're so fucked up Claire, Adam Monroe had his fingers in your panties and you forgot who you were with. Who the hell does that!? This is the 3rd time!

Peter shrouded off his invisibility at that and coughed lightly chuckling as she spun around shock and fear in her eyes. "Peter!" smiling he cocked an eyebrow, "Third time Claire-Bear? Who're the lucky boys?" Scowling at him she slid down against the door and sat cross legged facing her hero. "A kid I met in town, West, and well Adam."

"A kid you met in town!? You let a guy you don't know in your pants?" I was desperate. "Fine kid from town, okay. And West? When did you two… get that… far?" Peter chocked over the words, having difficulty thinking of all these guys that got touch his Claire. "He was my boyfriend Peter, why do you think we broke up?" Thatcaused Peter to cough loudly and stare at her, "You said my name to your boyfriend? Jesus Claire, did you leave him any of his pride?" Standing up roughly she shot a glare at Peter. "I'm leaving now." It's not as if you don't want me too.

And with that she opened the door and snapped it shut behind her. Leaving Peter thinking how right she was.

--PAIRE--

Claire leaned against the cool wall catching her breath and not believing what had happened tonight. Her first instinct was to be angry, angry at peter for simply existed. The third time, third! Something's gotta give. She was pissed off, angry and still goddamn wet. If she kept loosing herself and screwing up she was going to be a virgin forever. But really, she should just ask Peter… or attack him. Either was she'd get what she wants.

But she didn't want that with Peter, she didn't want him to be just a quick romp in the sack. She didn't want him just to be her first, she wanted him to be her first, last and only. She wanted him for life. But of course she'd have him for life, as family. "Fuck!" she growled, hating this sick twisted joke fate was playing on her.

"Claire?" and there was that deliriously intoxicating English accent again, "Hey," She said softly as Adam approached her. "About earlier, I'm really sorry Adam. I wasn't thinking, I just-" she trailed off knowing she had no excuse for what she did. (To Adam, to West, to – whatever his name was.) "It's okay Claire, I was just surprised, slightly insulted." He coughed lightly and fixed her with a stare. "Oh no! No Adam really, it wasn't you, you were great. Really great."

"Really great huh?" He was closer now, looming over her.

"Really, really great." She breathed, leaning towards him slightly. Invitingly. A harsh laugh broke the two apart. "Don't you learn you're lesson Adam? It'll still be my name, still be me she's imagining." Peter cooed from his position in the shadows.

"What're you doing Peter?" Adams voice was low, dark, eerie."

"Watching out for my favourite little niece, you know how much I like to protect her."

"Go back to bed Peter."

"So you can take her into yours? Don't think Nathan would like that Adam." Peter taunted, his voice lifting teasingly. But the darkness that underlined every word was clear.

"And he'd appreciate of you did Peter?"

"Touché, but I just plan on escorting her to her bedroom, and bidding her goodnight. You should leave."

"You don't want to kick me out Peter."

"Why Adam? Going to get angry with me? Punish me? I can hear you 10 miles off, I know you're thoughts before you think them, I can heal any wound you mark on me and have a lot of other special talents my friend. I think I'm safe. And I want you to leave." His voice dropped to Eden's hypnotic tone and he smirked as Adam turned away unwillingly and silently left the looming Petrelli mansion.

"C'mon Claire." Peter muttered after a long moment of silence, he gently took her arm and they walked slowly towards her bedroom. She hadn't uttered a word since he had arrived by her and Adam. And Peter still wasn't sure if she was pleased with his obvious protectiveness over her or angry that he kicked her could be lover out of the house. "You shouldn't have done that, I can take care of myself." They had reached her bedroom door and Peter noiselessly pushed it open. "You're not being fair to Adam Claire, using him like that when you want me."

"Well I can't have you can I? So unfortunately I've got to look else where." She hissed not daring to raise her voice. "Yeah Claire, you can't have me." His finger trailed softly over her cheek and Claire felt her eyes flutter shit. Soft lips pressed against hers, firm and smooth. Just touching lips. And then as she finally worked up the courage to move, to do something. The lips were gone and as her eyes snapped open they simply rested on Peters retreating back. "No Peter," Claire whispered to the empty hallway. "I could have you, I could have you and I could keep you. If you let me, but you won't let me." Her bitter laugh trickled throughout the house chilling its occupants long after her bedroom door clicked shut.