Author's note: smuttyness between Gretchen and Peter. Please read and review, I own nothing!


Peter was visiting Claire at college, making sure that samuel hadn't quite sank his teeth into her just yet. He knocked on the dorm door expecting his blonde niece to answer, but instead found a beautiful brunnette.

"Can I help you." She asked, giving him a quick up down look.

"Uh, is this Claire Bennet's room?" Peter rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Who are you?" She was stepping forward in the doorway trying to block him from seeing into the room.

"Peter petrelli, I'm Claire's uncle, not sure if she ever talked about me before." He smirked.

"Oh yea I heard of ya. She's in the shower but you can come on in. She just left about a minute or two ago, so you're in for a bit of a wait. That girl takes forever in the bathroom. I don't understand it." The brunnette moved out of his way and motioned for him to enter the room.

"Do you mind me asking your name?" He timidly asked before sitting on a chair in front of a desk.

"Gretchen, sorry, there's been a lot of people trying to bother Claire, some figure out she's the Claire Bennet from Odessa Texas and they want to ask a billion questions. I kind of run interference." She smiled, extending her hand out for Peter to shake.

"Awful nice of you. So, how long do you suppose I would be waiting for her?" Peter shook her hand and watched her sit at the desk opposite him.

"I'd say probably about an hour."

"Jesus, what do women do when they're taking a shower that takes so long?"

"It's because of men we take so long. I mean, would you ever want to be caught in an intimate situation with a woman who's pits and legs are hairy, who hadn't put on perfume or make up. We have to make sure our skin is soft and we look presentable otherwise the guys here won't give you the time of day, or the other girls will spread rumors that you're a lesbian." She was pretty frank, Peter respected that about her.

"I wouldn't necessarily push a girl away on that basis, if I really liked her I wouldn't expect her to be the epitome of beauty, but, I do like a girl that I know takes care of herself." He leaned back a little in the chair.

"So, you're saying that if you had an emotional connection with the girl it wouldn't be such a big deal right?" Gretchen leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees and slouching.

"Well of course, not every guy is shallow. Just because guys in college have this misguided sense of what beautiful is, doesn't mean that all men do too." Peter crossed his arms over his chest.

"How would you expect to get to know someone if you didn't think they were attractive enough to talk to?" She furrowed her brows, knowing that he had him conversationally pinned.

"Do you have your pits and legs shaved? Your hair done? I don't think you have any make up on, and I'm still giving you the time of day." He smiled. He knew that college girls were argumentative, he came prepared.

"Ah, but you see, I'm not all over you, we aren't dating. I bet if you saw me with my clothes off you'd cringe and wait for Claire outside." She leaned back in her chair, thinking she was triumphant.

"How old are you?" Peter tilted his head. Gretchen was caught off guard by his sudden question. How do you get from the male standard of beauty to how old someone is?

"19, I'll be twenty in a few months why?" Her face contorted in a confused look.

"I bet if I saw you naked I'd still think you're beautiful. Don't assume all guys are assholes."

"Ha, are you hitting on me?"

"Is it working?" He smiled coyly, then leaned forward, "I'm just saying, I didn't judge you by your cover, don't judge me the same way. I would go on a date with you if you'd allow it. I think you're pretty, smart, and quirky. I like that in a woman."

"I'm not really the dating type." Gretchen was getting nervous. She hadn't had many boyfriends, let alone a really nice looking guy offering to take her out on a date, but could she really go out with her room mate's uncle?

"I'm not really asking you out, I'm just stating I would." He said, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"Do you really mean that?" She looked down and fiddled with her nail. Peter hadn't known her long but she didn't strike him as the type to be self concious.

"Yea, I do. Look if I'm making you uncomfortable I can wait outside. I'm sure you have class or something to go to soon." Peter stood up and made it to the door behind Her before she pawed at his wrist.

"You don't have to go, I like you here." She managed to squeak out, holding eye contact long enough to get his attention. Her cheeks were beet red but she knew how to hide it with that long brown hair of hers.

"I don't mean to pry, but, you don't seem like the nervous, anxious type. Have I said something wrong?" Peter asked, crouching down to look her in the eyes, checking to make sure she wasn't crying.

"Oh no, I uh, just don't have guys that look like you saying that they like me every day so I get shy and nervous. I tend to push people away when I get shy." She blushed even brighter, which Peter wasn't sure was possible until he saw it happen.

He reached up and tucked her long hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek gently.

"You are a gorgous young woman, and don't let anyone else tell you different." Peter smiled, looking directly into her eyes. Gretchen's heart skipped a beat. She found that she wasn't able to control herself from leaning her face into him, getting close enough to him to feel his breath on her face and breath in his scent.

Peter noticed her moving towards him, he really meant what he had said, that she was a truly attractive young woman, but could he really be coming on to his niece's room mate? He wasn't much older than her, and it had been a long time since he found companionship in anyone. He admitted it was awful lonely in his life with out having at least his brother to talk to when times got rough.

He decided he wasn't going to stop her, if she trusted him enough to kiss her, then that's what he was going to do, no use in going back on his word just because he was afraid of how Claire would feel about it.

Gretchen's lips brushed against Peter's and her eyes closed, he knew she was expecting him to take the lead, so he let his hand slowly grip behind her head and gently pulled her into a delicate kiss, letting her give him signals to what she was comfortable with at the time. She let him deepen the kiss, and after a few seconds she decided to throw caution to the wind. When was she going to get this chance again? She parted her lips ever so slightly to tell him what she wanted. Without hesitation he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her , and her tongue began to tangle with his. He slowly broke off the kiss and stood up, grabbing her by the hands and pulling her off the chair.

"You sure Claire's going to be a while?" He asked, pressing his forehead against hers.

"We've got probably another half hour before she gets back, and I can always put our signal on the door to tell her to stay out." She had the biggest grin on her face.

"That would probably be a good idea, I don't know how far you want to go with this, but I really like kissing you, and I'd hate for Claire to barge in and interrupt us." He kissed her cheek before she quickly grabbed the dry erase marker on her desk and opened the door to scribble something on the white board on the outside. She closed and locked the door then tossed the dry erase marker somewhere behind her. She walked towards him while pulling the hem of her blouse over her head and once she reached him she pushed him backwards on her bed.

"I thought I was the one making all the moves here?" He asked lifting an eyebrow at her.

"Shut up and kiss me pretty boy." She said as she straddled his hips and leaned down to him. Peter lifted his head to kiss her, tangling one hand in her hair and letting the other grab her hip. She ground herself into him as he explored her mouth with his tongue once again. They both sighed mutually into each others kiss, and Peter lifted his hips to greet hers.

She tugged at the bottom of Peter's shirt and he sat up to remove it. She let her hands roam over his chest and shoulders before letting them settle at the nape of his neck, lightly pulling at hiss hair as she kissed him.

She could feel him hard and wanting underneath her, every time she ground into him, he would apply just as much pressure back to her. She could tell it'd been a while for him.

"You can take the lead if you want, wouldn't want to damage your pretty boy ego from being dominated by a college girl." She breathed after she broke from a hungry kiss.

"It wouldn't bruise my ego at all. In fact, it'd be an honor to be used as your personal dildo." He let his hands slide up and down her sides as he nipped at her neck.

"Such a dirty mouth." Gretchen giggled as he unclasped her bra and she shrugged it off her shoulders.

Peter didn't waste any time as he knew Claire could still get in at any time she wanted, but god did he need Gretchen, he was practically aching for her. His lips wrapped around one taught nipple as a hand was playing with the other. She felt her passion escalating as she applied more pressure onto his lap, desperate for any sensation he was willing to give her. He switched nipples, lapping at the other where his fingers had been toying and listened to her light moan radiate from her throat.

He lightly gestured for her to stand and when she did he kissed down her stomach before looping his fingers under her jeans and underwear and stripping them off her with such force she thought he ripped them. His hands caressed her thighs before his right hand grabbed her left leg behind the knee and propped her foot on the end of the bed, leaving her sex exposed to him.

He didn't give her time to protest, let alone process what he was doing before he placed a delicate kiss on her most sensitive area. Slowly he parted his lips for his tongue to stroke her in gentle circles as his left hand rubbed her right thigh and his right hand was inching closer to his mouth.
He needed to make sure she was ready, and that this would be good for her because he had no clue how long he would last if she let him fuck her. His fingers caressed the folds of her skin delicately, as Peter listened intently to her moans, silently reading her body language before slipping his index finger inside her wetness.

"Oh fuck Peter" she sighed, throwing her head back and grabbing a fistful of his hair. He was licking her with the flat of his tongue before wrapping his lips around her swollen bud and lightly sucking. He could feel her getting closer and when the time was right her slipped his middle finger inside her and hooked his fingers to pet another sensitive spot.

Gretchen's legs nearly buckled but Peter was quick to wrap his free arm underneath her and keep her steady as she felt her orgasm build. It wasn't long before she came with a low moan and beautiful shudder around his fingers.

Peter grabbed her with both hands and pulled her onto the bed to lay beside him. He stood up to remove his jeans and boxers after digging a foil packet out of his back pocket.

"Were you planning on getting it on with me Mr. Petrelli?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow higher than the other.

"No, but it's best to always be prepared." He slipped the condom over himself before looming over her naked body.

"Are you sure?" He asked, always trying to be the good guy.

"Fuck me pretty boy." she commanded, wiggling underneath him to press his tip against her entrance. Peter pushed forward into her tightness. It had been a while since he'd been with someone this intimately, and he knew even with the condom he would lose himself sooner than he liked.

They got into a rhythm, pushing against each other for the sweet friction it created. Gretchen had one hand in his hair and the other gripping the sheets on her bed underneath her. Peter was trying hard to focus, trying to block out her moans, the way her back arched up to him, brushing her breasts against his chest, he even tried hard not to focus on how good she felt wrapped around him. It wasn't working as well as he thought and before he could stop it he was seeing stars.

Completely spent he pulled out and rolled to the side of Gretchen.

"I'm sorry." were the first words to fly from his mouth.

"Why?" She propped herself on her side to face him.

"I usually last longer." He said, cheeks mildly flushing.

"Hey I got mine, don't worry about it. I could tell it's been a while. Though I think we should definitely straighten up because Claire will be back any second if she hasn't already." Gretchen had already sat up and was looking for her clothes.

They dressed in silence and as soon as Gretchen opened the door Claire was standing there in a robe with a towel wrapped around her head.

"I heard most of that, and you're lucky I don't care who my uncle fucks otherwise I'd be livid" She said, pushing past her room mate and walking to her bed.

"Peter, I have to get dressed, and Gretchen, I'd appreciate it if you washed your sheets and took out the trash, the last thing I need is for my uncles scent to randomly waft in my nostrils while I sleep." and with that Peter left the room and decided to wait for her in the lobby.