Author's Note: I think I've finally done a good job switching perspectives. It goes Claire, Peter, Claire, Peter. Once again, Claire's thoughts are in italics, Peter's thoughts are underlined italics.

As you may or may not know this is my very first attempt at writing a sex scene. So I need to know, is it bad, good, awful, amazing….feedback is what I need people. Please be gentle.

Thanks to all my lovely reviews-you're too kind people. I'm sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, I've been pretty sick (I may have a brain tumor, so if you pray or something, I could use it.)

Ok, without further ado…

Trinity

Chapter Six

Claire sighed and shifted, snuggling herself so she was under Peter's torso. Outside the light was still muted by the storm, but enough of it came through the unsheltered windows that she could see his face clearly.

He shifted as she did, moving slightly over her and propping himself on his elbows, trying not to crush her. Their kiss, their very first kiss, ended, leaving them both a little breathless. Claire looked up at him trying to decipher the expression on his face. Happiness, she decided, with a little bit of wonder mixed in.

She smiled. Peter traced her lips with a careful finger, dropping down slightly so he was even closer to her.

"You're happy" he said, and he sounded astounded.

Claire felt like saying duh! Felt like calling him stupid, felt like asking him why they hadn't been doing this since the very first second they met. Instead she reached up with both her hands, grabbed his head and pulled it down to her own, kissing him again. She ran her fingers through his hair, memorizing the contours of his scalp, the feel of his hair so thick and silky. He told her that their daughter had his hair.

She deepened the kiss, molding her lower body to his. He groaned- a completely delicious sound and a totally non-sexual thrill ran through her. She had the power to make him feel like this.

He wants me. He wants me he wants me he wants me.

But just as she ran her downs his back, trying to pull him closer he pulled away.

No Peter. Don't freak out on me now.

"Are you sure?" and he was practically panting so her worry vanished. "Are you sure you wanna do this? Because I don't think there's a way to go back from this." And she knew he wasn't just talking about the sex.

"I'm sure." Claire said, tracing his face, his cheekbones, feeling the slight stubble on her fingertip. "You have no idea how sure I am."

"I think I do." He said, grabbing her hand and kissing each of her fingers.

"Good." Claire still had the leg muscles of a cheerleader-all that jumping and lifting formed some pretty strong legs-and she used them, wrapping them around Peter's waist and flipping him over. They almost fell off the bed but a last minute grab for the headboard halted their descent. Underneath her now, Peter sat up, so they where lip to lip, hip to hip, groin to groin. "Because you have no idea how horny being pregnant makes me."

Peter laughed and she realized this was the most genuine, happy sound she had heard from him in almost two weeks.

"So it's just that I'm available. I'm a sex toy."

They were both fully clothed, having been too tired and awkward the night before to get out pajamas. Claire grabbed the edge of his shirt, nudged him into lifting his arms up and pulled it over his head.

God he's beautiful.

Claire wasn't aware of it but her breathing sped up a little. She traced her fingers down his chest, slowly like she was touching some fine fabric and wanted the full sensory experience.

It is amazing how much a finger tip can feel, she decided.

"Pretty much" she said, but words were between kisses now, "you're here, I'm here, we're already in bed…"

"It really would be a shame to waste this opportunity" Peter murmured, lifting the hem of her shirt. She raised her arms and it was off. He kissed her shoulder. "You know it's really not fair that you have more clothes on than me." He said, fingering her bra strap.

"Then by all means" she said, tilting her a little so he could kiss her neck. "Take it off."

Peter raised his head, looked her in the eye. His playful, sultry expression was gone. "We don't have to do this you know." He brushed her hair out of her face, "now or ever. It's totally up to you."

The sentiment was sweet, but Claire was at that stage of being pregnant. "Peter" she grasped his belt buckle and he moaned, "did you not hear what I just said?"

"I did" he said, and she could see him struggling for even breaths.

But you're scared, she realized, more scared than I am and I've never even had sex.

She kissed his forehead. "Peter I want you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"I want you to read my mind."

His eyebrow raised, she could tell he was spectacle. "Are you sure?"

"I want you to know what I'm thinking; I want us to be on the same page."

"Ok."

She couldn't feel it, or anything, when he accessed Parkman's power, but the change in his facial expression told her it was working.

Touch me touch me touch me, she thought, blushing a little, I want to be as close to you as I can possibly get.

So he touched her, stroked her, kissed every inch of skin he could reach and she did the same. Their clothes came off fast, fingers almost sparking when they touched each other's skin.

Finally they were naked, her kneeling above him, legs on either side of his. She could feel him, hard as a rock against her thigh but had a moment of extreme shyness and didn't actually look down.

Peter picked up on it. "If you want to stop" he said, his voice now so husky with lust it was almost unrecognizable, "its ok. I'll just go get in a really long cold shower. Or jump to Siberia."

No! She thought the words, because she couldn't speak, don't stop. Don't ever stop.

She rocked her hips against his, feeling him so hard and so close to her and a jolt of pure sensation went through her, running all the way from her head to her toes. She gasped, arched her back and beneath her Peter groaned and buried his head in her breasts, kissing them and running his hands over her hips. She rocked into him again and now she was just one huge nerve ending and every touch, even the fabric of the blanket beneath her feet made her moan. Inside she felt just one huge ache and hollow feeling and she wanted him inside her so badly she wanted to scream or cry or throw something and Peter obviously picked up on the thought because he flipped her over and now he was on top and he kissed her, a long lingering kiss and pushed inside.

Claire couldn't remember the last time she had felt pain and briefly something another cheerleader had told her about her first time being like having sex with sandpaper flashed through her mind but she shouldn't even have thought it. It didn't hurt, having him inside of her, it filled her, brought her closer to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Peter held stock still for a minute, posed above Claire. He pressed his forehead down onto hers. "Hold my heart" he said, taking one of her hands and putting it on his chest, "tell me if it stops."

For a minute she did hold his heart, feeling it beat put then he thrust into her again and she grabbed his shoulders, wrapping herself around him in every way she could. He thrust into her again she pushed back this time and heard him hiss. She scratched his shoulders and watched the wound heal before her eyes. His lips where everywhere, her face, her shoulders, breasts, neck, lips.

Soon Claire's thoughts turned incoherent and she was sort of aware that she was gasping "please" over and over but she didn't even know what she was asking for. She thrust hard against him and then everything in her tightened up and released and waves of pure pleasure washed over causing her to curl her toes into the sheets. Above her Peter seized up and gritted his teeth and she could feel sinking even deeper into her. He groaned and it was the sexiest sound she had ever heard.

Once, twice more he pushed into her and then he stopped, lowering himself down to her and kissing her, full on the lips, a long exploration of each other's mouths and tongues. He started to pull away a little and take his wait off of her but she wasn't having any of that. She unwrapped her arms from his neck and grabbing both of his arms, knocked him down and onto her.

If you move I'll kill you she thought because she didn't have the breath to speak.

So he didn't, just kissed her face while she closed her eyes. And when she opened them she noticed that they were covered in a warm orange glow.

"Look Peter" she said, turning his head towards the window, "the sun came out."

And Peter looked her and she looked at him and for no reason and for every reason, they both burst in to peals joyous laughter.

……..

Peter absentmindedly twirled a strand of Claire's hair around his finger. She was half asleep, her head on his chest, smile on her face.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, raising her head and looking into his eyes.

"I am…." Peter couldn't find words but he was smiling, "amazed. For weeks I've been feeling like this perverted incestuous pedophile and..."

"Aphenaphile" Claire said, "It means you have a sexual predilection for adolescents. I looked it up. But I don't really think it applies because I'm almost seventeen."

"Also I'm not attracted to any other almost seventeen year old. But what I was thinking was that you look beautiful when you're almost sleeping. What are you thinking about?"

"I'm wondering what made you change your mind." Claire said, pulling away slightly and leaving Peter feeling slightly bereft, "Because last week you totally freaked out because we almost kissed, and we've just done a lot more than kissing."

Peter grabbed Claire's arm and pulled her back so she was almost on top of him. "I was scared." He said, stroking her head, "ever since I met you I've been fighting these feelings I have for someone was way too young for me, and then I found out Nathan was your biological father and…I just thought if I ignored it then it would go away. But it just got worse and now…now you're having my baby. No matter how many times I tried to force some kind of familial feeling for you, I just couldn't. I don't feel like we're related. There was a reason I was sent to save you that night-and I don't think it was to reunite you with Nathan. Besides," his smiled down on Claire, "I love you. I'm in love with you."

Claire's smile could have been used to harness energy for third world countries. Or California. "I love you too." She said, and leaned over and kissed him.

"Of course we're still going to hell" Peter said when the kiss ended.

"No." Claire shook her head. "This isn't wrong, I know it isn't. You are not my uncle, I have an uncle, his name is Steve and he owns a liquor store in Florida and gives me nuggies."

"But Nathan is your father."

"No, he isn't. Noah is my father, he raised me, loved me. Nathan, even when he found out I was alive, just wanted me to go away unless I was good for publicity."

"That's not fair" Peter said, "He does care about you."

"I know" Claire said, putting her head back down on Peter's chest, "but he'll never be my father. It's just blood Peter" she looked up at him, "and if we're really going to live forever I don't want to be alone."

"I don't want to be alone either" Peter said. He put his hand on her naked stomach, where a tiny bump was just starting to form. "But even if we were both going to die tomorrow I'd still want you."

This earned him another blinding smile and a kiss.

Claire broke apart. "How's this going to work?" she asked, frowning just a little, "I want to be with you. I want to raise this baby with you and live with you and marry you…" she trailed off, looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry, is that too much?"

"No." Peter laughed. "I feel the same way. If we're going to be crazy we might as well go all the way." He thought about what he had seen in the future, the rings, the coming baby…

Maybe I should tell her now.

Claire gave him a sad smile. "At least while we're in hiding we'll be together."

Nope. Now is not the time.

"Hey" Peter said, kissing her forehead, "we're going to figure this out. I'm your hero remember?"

This earned him a laugh and a smile and pretty soon one thing lead to another and they missed their flight out.

……..

When they finally got to Petrelli mansion some twelve hours later (only four of which could reasonably be attributed to airplanes or airports) Claire was a little worried about how to act around everyone. She felt happy, so scarily happy that she must be shining like Peter did before he exploded. She was sure that she would walk into the mansion and what had happened would be written on her skin and everyone would see it and Nathan would try to kill Peter again.

"He won't notice." Peter said, grabbing her hand for the last time before they got to the mansion. "But you do look happy."

You're still reading my mind, aren't you?

"Yup. You want me to stop?" Claire was pretty sure the taxi driver was a little weirded out by the one sided conversation.

"Umm….I don't know. I kind of like it." Claire smiled, "besides we may need an alternate means of communication."

"We're just going to act normal" Peter said, "and everything will be fine."

Claire considered this. "Ok." She grabbed Peter, pushed him back into the cracked Taxi seat and kissed him as hard as she could, right in front of the Petrelli mansion. "Last kiss" she said.

"Right." Peter gulped for air, paid the taxi driver. "That was probably a good idea."

They walked up to the mansion hand in hand, and dropped the connection as Peter pushed open the door. Claire had never really gotten over the knocking to be let in thing. It had never felt like home to her.

"Me neither." Peter said, "I miss my apartment."

"You might not want to do that in front of people."

But before Peter could reply Nathan came around the corner, a strange expression on his face. For a minute Claire had a horrible thought: he knows. Bu then he opened his mouth.

"Noah Bennett called me." He said, expression grim as he grabbed Claire's bags, "he filled me in on the situation."

"Wow." Peter said, pushing Claire through the door and into the warmth of the mansion. "That was fast. No nice to see you? How was your trip? How was your layover?"

Oh God Peter! Just spell it out for him why don't you? Claire thought, tapping her foot hard on the floor. Peter shot her a "sorry" expression and Nathan had a suspicious look on his face.

"Nice to see you. How was your trip? How was your layover? Peter we have to deal with this right now. There are very dangerous people out there and they want my granddaughter..."

"My daughter" Peter cut in.

Nathan held up a hand. "Don't remind me. The point is Noah and I have discussed places where we can hide you until we've managed to fix this situation. Claire needs to leave tomorrow."

Claire started to open her mouth, wanted to say No way! Or at least, not alone! But Peter beat her to it.

"I'm going with her." Peter sounded angry, his face was set. Claire sent him a thought. Calm down, of course you're coming with me.

"Peter..." Nathan looked-well she couldn't decipher his facial expression. Nathan was a politician for a reason.

"It's not an option." Peter said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Anywhere Claire goes, I go. She'll need someone to take care of her medically anyway."

All of a sudden Claire was exhausted, dizzy. She sat down on the chair next to the door and listened to Peter and Nathan fight it out. Heidi came down the stairs.

She walked over to Claire, crouched down in front of her. "You ok honey?" she asked, putting her hand on Claire's forehead.

"Yeah." Claire said, touched by the older woman's concern. She was the closest she had to a mother figure during this pregnancy, since she couldn't tell her own mother. "I'm just tired and kind of dizzy."

"Ok." Heidi stood up; set her mouth in a line. "Nathan, sweetie?" no one answered her, she raised her voice. "Nathan! Peter!"

The brothers stopped fighting and looked at Heidi, slightly stunned. Heidi hardy ever yelled.

"Claire is tired; she is dizzy." Heidi said, gently pulling Claire up from the chair. "I'm taking her to bed. Try and keep the volume down."

I'm ok. Claire smiled at Peter, but the expression of concern didn't go away. I'm just tired. I'll see you in the morning.

"Wait, wait." Peter ran to Claire, touched her arm gently. "If you need me, for anything, I'm just down the hall."

Nathan frowned. "Me too."

"So am I" said Heidi, "I think Claire knows she has all our support. Now she just needs sleep."

Claire smiled gratefully and went up the stairs with her step-mother.

Heidi walked her to her door. "You know" she said, opening the door for Claire, "this situation is strange to say the least, but I always thought that Peter would make a really good father."

"I know he will. I'm just a little worried about what kind of mother I'll be."

Heidi smiled; gave Claire a hug. "You'll be great. You've dealt with this situation with more grace and strength than anyone could have imagined. Now get some sleep. Your baby needs it."

"Yeah." Claire hugged Heidi back, grateful for some sanity. "I'll do that."

…….

Hours later Peter was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. For some reason it was freezing in the mansion, so he crawled under his blankets, but it hadn't helped.

He and Nathan had managed to come to an agreement, Peter would stay with Claire, so he could take care of her medical needs, since they obviously couldn't take Mohinder with them is they were going into hiding. The entire fight had depressed Peter, made him wonder how much Nathan would allow him to be involved in raising this baby.

You saw the future, he reminded himself, you know it works out ok.

Yeah, but I don't know how.

Peter grabbed a baseball from his night stand, a relic of the one and only game his father had taken him too when he was ten years old, and started tossing it at the ceiling. He wanted to go to Claire's room, just to sleep beside her. But Nathan was already acting suspicious.

Maybe if I was invisible… But then the door creaked open.

Maybe he's asleep, he heard, a quiet thought on the edge of his "hearing."

"Claire?" He whispered, not wanting to be heard.

"I'm cold." She was whispering too. "You said if I needed you…"

"Right." Peter smiled, shifted over in bed and lifted the covers. "Clime on in."

Claire's t-shirt shimmered in the little light coming in from the street. She got into bed, slid against Peter. His blood pressure rose a little.

Bad idea. Really bad idea. Should not have sex 15 feet from Nathan's bedroom. Really bad idea.

Claire wound her feet with his, and he almost flinched away because they were cold but then she leaned over and kissed him, lying on top of Peter's chest.

Maybe we can be quiet…

He kissed her back, pulled her down to him. But just when things were getting good she stopped.

"It is really, really cold." She said, laughing a little.

"Shh." Peter put his finger to his lips. "We have to be very quiet. I'll be on top."

Claire giggled and Peter flipped her over. She pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his back to the cold air. He hissed in surprise.

"It is cold. Damm." Peter rolled off Claire, pulled the covers around his cold shoulders. She rolled over against him sideways, kissed him again.

Remember what I said about how being pregnant makes me horny? She thought, the words flitting into his brain, well that's happening right now. Can we find a way to make this work?

"Good work on being quiet." Peter whispered, kissed her once more and turned her over so her back was facing him; he pulled down her pajama pants, slowly, stroking her legs, and his own.

You're not…

"No." He took her underwear off, slipping his fingers inside of her, stroking her gently. Her breath hitched and his speed up a little. Twining their legs together he slipped inside of her, one hand on her hip for leverage and the other stroking her clit. She moaned softy and he kissed the back of her neck, thrusting slowly and stroking her with the same rhythm.

Ohh… that feels good. Somehow it was more intimate than any previous sexual experience he had ever had. He was inside of her two different ways, and knowing her thoughts, how she felt, what she wanted without her saying… it was a rush.

He pulled her hips closer to him, thrust in deeper. She moaned again, louder this time and pressed his mouth against her ear.

"You have to be quiet." He said, kissing ear lope, her neck, her hair, "very bad things will happen if you're not."

I can't. She moaned at the same time, making him even harder. It's too… "Ohh…"

Peter swore softly, but it wasn't because of the noise. He switched hands, gently putting the one he had been stroking her with over her mouth. The act made him feel vaguely perverted but then she started to lick his fingers, drawing one into her mouth and sucking on it with the same rhythm he was thrusting to.

And it was too much, just too much. He pulled her hips tighter, as close as he could get to his own and thrust hard. Taking his hand away from her mouth he kissed her, swallowing up her moans and muffling his own.

He could feel her coming at the same time he did, getting tighter around him. She kissed him back hard.

"Thank you" she said, softly, "I'm all warm now."

Peter laughed a little as he pulled out, helped her put her clothes back on pulled her to his chest. "Sleep in here for a while" he kissed her forehead, "I'll wake you up in time."

…….

Claire managed to sneak out of Peter's room before Nathan woke up, showered put on new pajamas and hopped back in to her own bed. But it was cold and she couldn't seep without Peter beside her. She lay in bed for hours gently rubbing her belly, trying to see if she could feel with her hand the little flutters of the baby she felt inside.

When she finally got up and went downstairs she found that Nathan and Peter had beaten her. They were both dressed, sitting with coffee and looking disgruntled. Heidi was still in her bathrobe and looked too sleepy to have been up for long.

"Claire" Nathan stood up when she came in, gave her his spot on the car, "we've just come up with a solution."

What are you going to cut me in half?

Peter laughed into his coffee. "We found a place where we can live until the baby is born" he said, half choking on his drink, "it has no connections with the Petrelli family at all, so it should be safe."

Heidi grabbed her hand and smiled at her. "I know this will be hard Claire but Nathan and I will come to visit."

"How can you do that without giving away where we are?"

"We're getting fake names." Peter said, "Fake jobs, new social security numbers. I'm going to med school."

He didn't look happy.

"Don't you like being a nurse?" Claire made a grab for the coffee but everyone moved to swipe it away from her. She frowned.

This no caffeine thing sucks!

"They'll be looking for a teenage girl and a male nurse" Nathan said, "who are uncle and niece. So Peter will be a med student, you'll be a stay at home wife."

"Oh yeah" Peter said, "We're getting married."

"Not for real." Heidi said. "It's just on paper. And we got you wedding rings."

Claire tried not to smile, tried not to let the enormous happiness that filled her overflow. Ok they were going into hiding that kind of sucked. But it would be just her and Peter all alone, not having to hide what they felt. It was an amazing thought.

Peter picked up on her thought and smiled at her. He pulled a jewelry box out of his pocket and opened it. Inside were three rings.

She gave him her hand. Onto her ring finger he slipped a diamond engagement ring and a platinum wedding band. She put the man's wedding band on his finger.

Nathan stared and frowned.

……

Later that afternoon they were on a plane to Portland Oregon.

…..

To be continued….

A/N: Ok, I said this chapter would be all smut, and all smut it is. Let me know what you think. If ever I needed a boost of confidence, I needed it now-remember reviews help me write faster.

I'm going to try and post at least once a week from now on. There are about three more chapters and an epilogue.

Next chapter: Peter and Claire set up house in Portland. It will be fuzzy and cute-a veritable Paire feast.

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