Peter's POV

I sat up until well past 3:00 AM, my tired eyes gleaming at Claire. I didn't want her to wake up freaked out that I was just passed out in a chair and she was on my couch. However, my exhausted mind disappointed me when I fell asleep in the chair I pulled up beside the couch. Now I stood and stretched, my limbs burning as I touched my toes. It was about 9:30 AM, and from what I could see Claire hadn't woken at all, barely even shifted in her sleep. I staggered into the shower, washing last night's hair gel out which always felt like tar when it gets wet. Of course, I kept my phone on the highest volume, waiting for the call that will change my life.

As I finished scrubbing the tar/gel from my hair and I checked my phone for the 371st time, I started to debate whether or not I should just put on some jeans and walk around with no shirt, gleaming chest, dripping wet hair and see how Claire reacts. On the one hand, I could torture her by pretending I'm sexy, but that could be a problem if I get the call after and I'm still her uncle. On the other hand, I could walk out dry and clothed and I'll not be her uncle and I'll have missed my chance to watch her blush. I decided to take my chances, tossing my shirt to the floor. I tweaked my hair a bit so it hung in front of my eyes, dripping. A ring. The phone. Is it Mohinder? Damn it, Peter, PICK IT UP!

"Hello?" I said coolly after lunging at my phone.

"Peter?" Mohinder. Say something. Speak. God dammnit SPEAK!

"Mohinder. Hey." Great response, I've successfully formed two one-word sentences.

"I have some important news to tell you about, at Claire's last physical, I took a blood sample. I also took a sample from Nathan, per his and many others' request."

"Yeah, and?" I watched Claire stir a bit, then roll off the couch and stand up like it's all good.

"As it turns out, Claire isn't Nathan's daughter. You're not her uncle." The last sentence was spoken in a suggestive manner and made me giggle a bit, flushed with joy as I looked at Claire sitting back on the couch, confused.

"Good to know, thanks. I'll tell her now." After another suggestive laugh from Mohinder, I shut my phone and walked back into the living room, watching Claire do a double-take and blush at me, looking down so her bangs would hide it (which they failed to do.)

"So, you were on the phone?" She sounded breathless.

"Yeah it was Dr. Suresh."

"Well what did he sa-" Her own phone started to ring. I stood between her and her phone.

"I'm sure it's just Micah calling to tell you what Suresh told me." Now that I was standing in front of her and I was considerably taller than her, she had to look up through my wet hair to see my face, trying to keep her eyes off my chest. To be honest, I was trying to keep mine off hers.

"He called to tell me that you and I aren't related." I didn't say she wasn't Nathan's daughter, I made a point to accentuate the way I put it. I grabbed her shoulders, bringing her back to the couch, but not sitting her down yet.

"That's... Good, I guess..." That breathless voice came again as she tried to avoid my eyes. I placed one hand on her hot cheek, the other on her hip.

"Claire... I love you!" I blurted out and before I regained my sanity, I closed the small gap between us, kissing her. Not even taking a moment to think if she wanted to kiss me, she bit my lip lightly. At first I thought it meant she wanted me to stop, but before I pulled away, she bit again, this time teasing my lips with the softest caress of her tongue. She actually wanted more. I lowered both hands, squeezing her ass as she wrappedd her legs around my waist. Her satin hands were running up and down my chest and I broke the kiss, laying her down on the couch. Laying on top of her, I gently kissed and sucked at her neck, my tongue never breaking contact with her skin.

"Peter..." I looked up at the gentle blue eyes that stared back in cute confidence, "I love you,too..." Even though I'd read her texts with Micah, her saying she loved me out loud caught me a bit off guard. Allowing the shock to pass, I smiled and leaned in to kiss her once again. The teasing bites resumed, and I opened my mouth slightly for her. I was genuinele surprised when her tongue dominated mine, her sweet taste and mine mixing as our tongues entertwined, fighting for dominance.

She ran her hand through my hair as mine strayed to the inside of her thigh and as I bit her lip and shifted my hand to that sensitive spot, she moaned lightly into my mouth. She eagerly began to unzip my jeans and with those expert hands I suddenly felt on my package, I couldn't help but wonder if she really was a virgin. I heard a small thought in her mind. She's a virgin alright. Screw any girl I've been with before (and believe me the list is not long) I officially consider today my first time.

"I can't- move." Claire's words came in breathless pants, but then again so did mine.

"Is that- a bad thing?" She started laughing.

"It's an amazing thing!" Her eyes were glazed over by the lust and pleasure that had yet to pass. She rolled over and laid her head on my chest, lightly stroking my stomach with her nails.

"You know... 3 weeks ago this would have been illegal." She looked in my eyes, planting small kisses on my lips and neck.

"Yeah 3 weeks ago I almost lost all self control," I kissed the top of her head, mussing her hair a bit and held her tighter.

"You knew, didn't you?" I cocked my head sideways when she looked at me, "When you brought me here? And when you came out of the shower? You knew." Her earlier question became a blunt statement.

"I don't know what you're talking about... ClaireBear." I winked at her and she became a beautiful shade of crimson, "I didn't know you loved me so much as to make me your AIM password." I nudged her and she smirked, still embarassed.

"Didn't know you were the type to go through your girlfriend's phone." Now it was my turn to blush. I liked that, 'my girlfriend'. But I realized I had to explain so I shook off my enamored stare for a moment.

"Claire," I couldn't help the way my voice cracked when I spoke, remembering how she and I felt last night, "You were so upset... I knew it was my fault, I could never live knowing I hurt you like that, I had to know why..." I'd officially lost the ability to speak, but I guess it's okay since Claire covered my mouth to speak.

"I was just jealous, I shouldn't have overreacted like that. I'm a brat, I know." I licked her hand and she removed it, giggling.

"You're not a brat, you're human. I don't get it, why were you jealous?"

"Because, you've spent the last two weeks sitting with those girls... I just thought that since you take me there and we're always together there, that... You would want to spend the time with me." The girls, the Peter x Claire groupies, the ones who called us Paire and WANTED us to be together, she was jealous of them? How did I not figure that out earlier! I seriously want to bang my head into a wall right now.

"Though I'm flattered you think any of them are crazy enough to like me, that's not what was going on. Those girls are the only reason I had the courage to go up to you last night even though you ran away from me. They went crazy when they saw me carry you out. Besides, two of them are lesbians, they're together." So many emtions flashed through her eyes it was hard to tell what her immediate thoughts were. Finally, she smiled. It was the first smile I'd ever seen from her that was truly happy, no sadness whatsoever like every other, it was real.

"So you think I'm crazy?"

"I think... You should sleep a bit. There'll be Hell to pay when I take you home after tonight. Your dad's gonna kill me..."

"Are we going to tell anyone?" I considered this for a moment, then proudly grinned.

"We'll tell them all, tonight. I wanna show you off to everybody and anybody I can." I pulled her closer, her head nestling into my chest and within minutes her breathing softened and she was dreaming.

Claire's POV

There was something so... Right about this morning. I mean, I know it's totally wrong to have sex before you're married, but who does that anymore, anyway? But honestly, why can't sex be earth-shattering without the danger of doing so? I should be worried, scared that since we didn't use a condom and he didn't exactly "pull out and pray". He just kinda... Inside... Yeah I should totally be worried. Worried that I could (most likely will) be getting pregnant. But neither of us spoke a word of doubt or fear. In fact, we just did it again. Twice. I should be running around looking for ways to reverse this, get Hiro to gomback in time and bring us a condom. ANYTHING! No fears, no doubts. What is wrong with me?

Even Peter wasn't worried, after the unfortunately true comment about my father, I rolled over to lay beside him. He wrapped his arms around me and I managed to fall asleep comfortably in his arms, my head curled into his chest. The heat that seemed to radiate from his skin made me feel safe, it lulled me sleep so easily. I think it was in my sleep that I realized why I was so calm about this. Peter would never leave me, even if I did get pregnant. And if I were to get knocked up, Peter's the only one I'd want to have a child with.

I woke around 6:30, thirty minutes before we had to leave for the bar. It seemed Peter had woken up a few minutes ago and was now cooking eggs, bacon, and toast. At 6:30 PM, Peter was going to eat breakfast. My growling stomach made the idea so much more appealing.

"Claire... We may have a slightly small itty bitty baby tiny problem..." His choice of words clearly stated it was most certainly not a slightly small itty bitty baby iny problem...

"Yeeeahhh?" I answered slowly.

"Well, Hiro gave me a CD of an old japanese singer, Hide, last week."

"And?"

"He came to pick it up today. While you and I were sleeping. I gave him a key back when the whole Sylar thing was going on. He saw..." I felt my jaw dropped, and clearly I wasn't able to say anything, "He saw you and I, yelled, 'Finally!' and ran out." I shook my head, taking everything in.

"I guess there goes the 'surprising them' idea." I crawled off the bed as Peter threw a sweatshirt at me. It was huge, almost reached my knees, but I guess that was the idea since I realized I didn't know exactly where my clothes were. Maybe somewhere by the couch... Peter finished setting up the table with the breakfast and hugged me. He was still shirtless (I think that's his official way of torturing me) and his skin was still so warm and inviting.

"Well, the element of surprise may be gone, but I still want to show you off." He placed his hands on the small of my back, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I had to stand on my toes to kiss him, but instead he accomodated me by lowering his head. After a few moments, he pulled away and stared at my smile, I wasn't even aware I was smiling!

"Now that is a smile worthy of Claire Bennet." I started to giggle uncontrollably, embarassed by the blood rushing to my cheeks, "I love you, Claire."

"And I love you, Peter. Not to mention that crooked smirk." I kissed my index finger and placed it against his lips, catching the attempted disguise of his forming blush before I turned to my food on the table.

"You will be the death of me..." He grinned.

"Then it's a good thing we can't die." I spotted my clothes in the corner of the room, far from the couch. How the hell did they get all the way over there?

As soon as we started driving to the bar, it seemed that everything was back to normal. With many improvements of course, like the fact that the whole drive, Peter held my hand. We sang to The Offspring horribly out of key at the top of our lungs, even listened to the CD that Hiro left by accident after seeing us, something called Hide with Spread Beaver. It was actually pretty good, though I couldn't understand it much. Once we arrived at the bar, I was suddenly pissed that DL had the audacity to put tinted windows. Though it was so people passing by wouldn't see us, I somehow felt it was just so I couldn't see what they were doing inside. I clung to Peter's side, wrapping my arms around him. He put an arm around me and kissed my head assuringly.

"Come on, babe. How bad can it be?" I suddenly imagined my dad there with a double-barrel shotgun pointed to the back of Peter's head. I shook my head, focusing on the mission at hand. His hand on the doorknob, he nodded at me. He opened the door and everyone shouted at us.

"HAPPY 'FUCKING FINALLY' DAY!" I was taken aback by some of the people shouting. Nathan, for one. He should be worried that his brother's girlfriend is 7 years younger than him, since he's big shot "Senator Sky Boy". It surprised me that Gabriel was there, too. Normally he doesn't come to the bar, since he has a son now. What surprised me the most was Zach. I hadn't seen him in 2 years! I still had my arms around Peter, but he pushed me out in front of him, wrapping his arms around my stomach.

"Everybody, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, The Love Of My Life! That's just what I call her, her real name's Claire Bennet," he winked and everybody started running over and hugging us. I saw the group of girls in the back that he'd hung out with before, and instead of them being disgruntled like I thought they'd be, they were high fiving and running over to hug me, too. They congratulated me and Peter, said how they'd been "waiting for Peter to stop being a pussy" and I realized they weren't so bad. I really shouldn't have acted like such a kid before...

"I'm so happy for you two!" Gabriel bear hugged me tightly, as he always did. Though Gabriel's done terrible things, when he lost his powers, he also lost the 'hunger', and it occured to us he never really wanted to do any of the things he wanted to. He paid for his crimes with the horror of knowing he did them.

"This is a surprise, thought you had to take care of Noah?"

"I asked your father to babysit him." Shit, he must know!

"I guess... You told him..." He blinked in disbelief at me.

"Hey, you and Peter are my best friends. I don't want Peter to die and me never see you again!" He kissed me on the cheek and mussed my hair, congratulating me again. Micah, Molly, and Mohinder came up to us after a few people went back to their drinks and conversations, the three brains behind this scheme.

"I guess you've figured out last week wasn't just a physical?" I punched Mohinder's arm and hugged him, thanking him about 20 times, and thank Micah about 20 more times.

"Claire, Pete?" Nathan came up and embraced his brother, patting him on the back. He looked at me with a genuine smile, not the fake politician kind.

"Sorry it turns out you don't know your biological father. And I'm sorry to say I am officially daughterless. But, I'm excited for you guys, you're going to make each other really happy, for as long as you live." I smiled back, realizing for the first time that I have no idea who my bio-dad is. I smiled even wider, realizing for the first time I don't care who my bio-dad is. I've got Peter.

"I guess it's a good thing that we'll live forever." Peter leaned in to kiss me, stopped and said, "And I'll love you until the end of time."

"Only the end of time? You can do better than that, Petrelli." I closed the barely existent gap, kissing him passionately and not caring who saw. People cheered and all I could think was, 'If someone yells get a room I swear to God I'm gonna rip his shirt off and see what they say then... Peter broke the kiss, he and Matt obviously laughing at my thought.

"You guys are so immature," I kissed Peter's cheek and ran off to talk to Gabriel at the bar. This time, when I ran to the bar, he followed me. I can't wait to be with this guy forever...