Story : Moments Of Madness,
Chapter: 3 ; Of Words and Games.
Author: Ani
Rating: T ( For now some shots like this are more K but others may be M)
Summary: A collection of one-shots, concerning our favorite Paire; Peter and Claire. Some will be short, some will be long, some will be serious others, just a fleeting moment of madness or a laughter filled smile.
Word Games
"Spicy"
He smirked; she held a mischievous glint in her eye; like she wanted him to say something …provocative, something with implications…And the way her tongue kept darting out to moisten her glistening lips, whether conscious or not, was much too overbearing on his fragile mind much too…tempting
He shook his head.
"I'm sorry, say it again"
A raised eyebrow met him, amused before she parted her lips to speak.
"Spicy"
He nodded quirking an eyebrow of his own.
"Chili"
He saw something in her eyes harden, and a sense of panic enveloped him. He waived.
"You?"
She frowned at him, her eyes intent and almost disappointed at his …bland answer.
"Wasabi"
Two can play, her smile seemed to say. Is if it were all just some big game.
It had started out as a game, something to pass the time in the stuffy back seat of Nathan's car , and it was fun sometimes the things that tumbled from her lips were so out of the blue, he could do nothing but laugh. Who else would associate 'Party' with 'Cleaning', He had laughed and then questioned her about this and she had begrudgingly launched into the story of her first party thrown when her parents were away for the weekend. She had grimaced "vomit and plastic cups everywhere…ugh". He had smiled and ruffled her hair, suppressing the urge to tangle his fingers into the webs of gold. "Wait till you get to college, it gets even worse". Then the game had progressed, a way to get to know one another, and he so wanted to know her, soon they were playing it on the way to one of Nathan's political functions, or at his mothers house, or in the middle of a boring movie. It was like a little inside joke between them and whenever someone else tried to join in, it just became well … awkward.
He glanced at Claire again, she was mind yawn, her arms stretched above her head, the small tank top she was wearing rose up slightly, exposing just enough skin to make him wonder what lay beyond. He closed his eyes, trying to purge the image of her smooth stomach from his mind. It puzzled him slightly, though he did not dwell on it much. It puzzled him that this game, this playground of words had somehow morphed from a game of bonding into something … flirtatious. Something that pushed the boundaries between niece and uncle just a little too far- one shouldn't receive gratification, or harbor thoughts on the way this girl, his brothers daughter, his niece licked her lips while saying 'Feeling' or smirked just a little too knowingly before muttering 'Touching' as an answer.
"Peter!"
Her sharp voice shook him out of his thoughts, and he opened his eyes to find her frowning and tapping her foot impatiently.
"Sorry I was just …thinking. What?"
She smirked, and then shrugged carelessly.
"It's your turn if you still want to play"
"I do"
The words left his mouth a little too quickly, spoken a little too eagerly, and he wasn't sure if they were still talking about the game.
A grin lit up her face, and once again he felt oddly gratified at this.
"Then go…"
He nodded, trying to think but distracted as his eyes ignored his minds pleading and slid to the dip in her top as she bent down onto her elbows.
"Sexy"
And then he cursed himself inwardly, he had meant to say Shock, he had meant to say shock, he had meant to say shock, not sexy, shock , shock.
She bit her lip gazing at him intently; his throat ached as he swallowed, hard. And then a bright smile worked its way onto her face.
"Brad"
His tongue darted out, whetting his lips before he smirked. Two can play honey.
"Angelina"
She laughed at this, tossing her head back, her blonde wave tumbling around as she did so, he suppressed a smile. Then just as suddenly as it started, she sobered up, her face darkening intensely and her eyes held this glimmer of something unnamable and intangible…something secret.
Her eyes were looking at him with an unspoken intensity, she was closer now, was she closer. He wasn't sure if she had moved at all, but she felt closer. He held his breath.
Her voice was but a whisper, but he caught on loud and clear.
"Incest"
The breath left him in an instance, he felt winded and stuffy at the same time; feverish almost. Word association; say the first word that comes to mind ask him a year ago, six months even and he would have thought something sane, something the rest of the world would agree with, but here, now, in this particular moment, with her only inches away. [lust love secret. He shook his head, staring at her, his mouth was gaping probably and he shut it, but he could not shut out the ideas that were flooding in.
"illegal"
He finally croaked out, relived that his words held no implications but the truth, and disappointed slightly ….
He found himself holding his breath again, looking at her intently …almost hanging on her answer.
She nodded finally, as if expecting his word precisely, and then licked her lips in the same not so innocent manner. This time he knew that move was entirely conscious. Her tongue darted out again and she smiled wanly.
"Curiosity"
This time he found himself smirking, but he shook it off quickly, trying to take the right path here, trying to be the mature adult that he was supposed to be.
She stood up suddenly, looking tired.
"Maybe we should call it a night"
He nodded mutely, standing up and brushing out the wrinkles in his pants.
"Yeah"
She smiled, that same wan grin again before turning around, her halo of hair following her in cascades of gold.
He closed his eyes and sighed.
He was so lost.
Another spur of the moment fic... it could take place anywhere before the season 1 finale I guess.
There are probably alot of editing errors in this, so pardon that )
Please Review )
-Ani