Chapter 4 Show me your temper

Peter got use to wake up beside warm feminine body. It was nice. Moreover, it was good when you woke up beside of your girlfriend. He sighed with pleasure. His eyes had still closed. His hand slipped over her body and pulled her closer to him. Her curves fitted perfectly in his hands. Peter kissed her shoulder and inhaled her scent. His eyes snapped open. Strawberries. Claire.

She still wore her cheerleading uniform, but why she was on his bed. He pulled back his hand and looked around the room. It was early. The sun barely peered through the windows… and already was hot.

Peter looked back at Claire. She still slept. Peter covered her body with one sheet and got off the bed. He needed shower. One very cold shower. He rushed into the bathroom and quickly removed his clothes, walking under the flowing water. Few minutes later, he was good. He felt refreshed and slowly warmed up the water. His thoughts wandered. Why Claire was on his bed? Why he had held her so tight and close to himself? Why the hell he had to think about her constantly? She was his niece and that's period. He should not think about her that much. Too bad that he had to split up with his girlfriend. Carla was a nice girl, but she was not for him. She was so… serious that sometimes Peter fell asleep just from her talking.

He had met another girl recently. Her name was Simone, but she also was not for him. They hung out some time, went to dinner and even had sex. Peter liked only the last part and even he knew that this was not the base for one relationship. He wanted something special. He wanted someone, who could understand him completely. He wanted someone, who could laugh on his jokes, likes the same movies and hung out with him just because she loved his company. Peter wanted someone like… his eyes snapped open again. He wanted someone like Claire.

'What is wrong with me?' He asked himself and then turned off the shower. He wrapped one clean towel around his waist and stood before the sink. His reflection at the mirror did not look good and he groaned. Fine. Now he had to shave.

Peter pulled out his safety razor. However, he was so absent that he cut himself with the first move.

'Damn it!' He cursed, but then saw how the place healed instantly. Therefore, it was not a dream. He thought that he was dreaming until now. Now he could see that everything was real. He could heal… so as Claire. Again her. Peter frowned and skimmed the safety razor over his one-day stubble. Why she always was in his mind?

When he finished with his shaving, Peter washed his face and thought that Claire was already wake up and in her room. Why he thought that, he did not know. Probably he wanted to be in that way.

He walked out of the bathroom just with his towel around his waist and saw her still sleeping in his bed. His bed and Claire were really disturbing words in one sentence. Peter swallowed hard, but kept looking at her smooth forms until she did not shift in her sleep. He twirled around and went straight to his wardrobe, trying to find something proper to put on.

Claire opened her eyes just in that moment. She saw him rummaged into his clothes as if his life depended on that. Then she saw that he wore noting more than one white towel around his waist. Claire bit her lip, trying not to moan. He had beautiful and strong body. His back was well formed and his waist really thin. He looked so… not like her uncle.

'Good morning.' She said, trying not to sound too disturbing. However, her voice scared him and he jumped, hitting his elbow from the wardrobe's door.

'Damn!' Claire heard him cursing and frowned. Peter cursed? She had not heard him cursed until now. He looked upset.

'Peter?' Claire pulled over the sheet and got off his bed. 'Peter, are you okay?' She rushed towards him and took his face in her hands. Her eyes studied his. 'Maybe you are still…'

'I'm fine!' He said little harsh and her hands dropped down. Peter saw that and cursed in his mind this time. 'I'm sorry, beautiful.' He said carefully and one crooked smile appeared on his face. 'I'm fine.'

'Okay.' She said and hugged him quickly. When she pulled back, Peter felt that something was missing. 'I'm gonna take off that stupid thing off of me and then we can eat. I'm starving!' Claire declared. She twirled on her feet and ran out of his room. Peter still stood there. His arms hang beside his body and he wondered what the hell was going on with him.

Claire walked into her room and leaned over the closed door. She touched her face and felt it warm. She would bet that it was red now.

Peter, her uncle Peter had made her blush. Even Brody did not make her blush and Claire thought that she had some crush on him. He was good looking and it was the captain of the football team. What more Claire could ask for her first boyfriend? However, she wanted more. Maybe, she wanted something that she could not have.

'I'm so screwed!' Claire cursed again and went to put some decent clothes before breakfast.

When she went downstairs, Peter was already there. He got off and helped her sat on her chair.

'Thank you.' She said and Peter smiled.

'You are welcome.'

They ate in silence. When they finished with their breakfast, Peter poured himself some coffee. He looked quizzically at Claire and she nodded. He poured her one cup too and then leaned back on his chair.

'So…' She started. 'Are you planning something for today?'

'Actually… yeah.' He said and Claire tried not to look disappointed. 'I have to stay with you.'

'Stay with me?' Claire rose up her eyebrows. 'Why?'

'I took some days from my work so I can be your nanny.' Peter grinned against her and Claire frowned.

'Great!'

'That was until tonight.' His grin faded. 'Did I tell you about Hiro and what he told me to do?'

'Peter, are you serious?' Claire took one sip from her cup and looked at him with amusement. 'Some man stopped time to tell you that you have to save me? I thought that this was only a dream.'

'It wasn't a dream okay? It was real.' He frowned and Claire realized that he look really hot in that way. She shook her head. Her uncle did not look hot. However, Peter did. 'He told me that I can do some things.'

'What things?'

'He mentioned flying and walk through walls.'

Claire laughed.

'Stop dreaming Peter. You can't…' She saw him squeezing his eyes and then he was gone. 'Peter!' Claire screamed and jumped off her chair, looking around. 'Peter this is not funny, damn it!'

'BOO!' He appeared just behind her back and Claire screamed from surprise.

'Fuck!' She placed hand over her chest, breathing heavily.

'Watch your language young lady!' He said playfully and Claire turned around, frowning.

'This wasn't funny!' She snapped and ran out of the room.

'Claire!' Peter yelled at her, but she did not stop. Claire ran too fast for him and just when she thought that she might succeed, Peter appeared just in front of her. She stopped just in few inches from him. He looked upset and Claire frowned. 'What are you doing?' His voice was grumpy.

'I'm running! What the hell do you think I'm doing?'

'I said – be careful with your language! You are young lady! Act like one!' Now he was speaking like her father and Claire got furious. She passed him and went by the pool falling in one of the lounges. She crossed arms before her chest and avoided his face. 'Claire!' She heard him coming closer, but she just turned around her face. 'Now you're acting like a child! What I did this time?' he asked with annoyance. 'Did I insult your fragile ego?'

'You are mocking with me!' Claire hissed and suddenly looked up to his face. Peter looked confused. 'Why are you doing this?'

'I was joking with you and you made such a big deal…'

'I'm not a child anymore, Peter!' Claire snapped and got off her lounge. Her eyes gazed his. 'Why can't you see it?'

'I think I can.' He murmured, but Claire ignored him.

'I'm an adult and I thought that at least you could understand me!'

'You are not an adult, Claire!' He frowned again. 'Not when you're acting like this.'

'How am I acting?'

'So immature!'

'Agh!' Claire clenched fists. 'You are driving me crazy!'

'Claire!'

'You know what? Screw this!' She snapped, looked at him challenging.

'Language…' He tried again, but Claire rose up one eyebrow.

'Or what? You're gonna… spank me?'

'I think I might!' He hissed and Claire smiled seductively. She was up to something, and he could smell it. However, he had not seen that coming. Claire pulled over her T-shirt and Peter saw that she wore bathing suit. She was not finish.

Claire pulled over her jeans and Peter saw that the second part of her suit was… Oh, fuck! She wore thongs!

'Here!' Claire spread arms and he could see her in her whole beauty. 'Now you can do it!'

'Do what?' He looked completely confused and Claire tilted her head.

'You can spank me now!' She said and Peter swallowed hard. For some reason, he just could not stop looking at her.

'I…' He said, but Claire interrupted him.

'Too late!' She said and jumped into the pool.

'Claire!' He grunted out and he showed her head above the water. 'Come back here!'

'Okay!' She said seriously and reached hand towards him. 'Help me! I'm ready to talk.'

Peter sighed and took her hand, but instead of him pulling her up, Claire pulled him down. Peter fell in the pool and Claire laughed joyfully. He was a good swimmer and quickly showed to the surface. His face darkened and Peter grabbed her shoulders, pinning her to the pool wall.

'Why did you do that?' He hissed and saw her smile. She was not scared of him.

'I don't know.' Claire looked at him. He was furious, but not scary. She bit her lip and saw his look fell there. His face was close and she could feel his breathing. He was so close…