Author's Note: So given the bad news we Paire and Halo fans have recieved this week, I decided to post this chapter early. Just a warning this chapter is where the 'M' rating comes in, so be prepared for that. Either way, hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter Ten
They stayed inside the warehouse for hours, waiting for the darkest part of the night to hide their exit. It was around two in the morning, when Peter peeked outside the warehouse's window, making sure the alley was clear. Not seeing any sign of life, he slipped out of the window and landed safely onto the ground below. Claire closely followed behind, perching on the edge of the window sill, before dropping lightly into Peter's arms.
Peter held Claire in his arms a moment too long, and her eyes met his in question, Peter just leaned down and kissed her deeply, before releasing her. Claire smiled when Peter turned his back, slipping her hand into his outstretched one as they made their way down the alley.
"What was that for?" Claire asked. When Peter stopped, she cursed herself, wishing she could take the words back, before Peter had the chance to think too much into his actions.
"Just because." Peter surprisingly answered, tossing her a smirk, as he continued down the deserted street.
"Really?" Claire asked, ignoring the logical side of her that begged her not to press the issue.
"Really." Peter answered. "You're right, you know? The world is so screwed up right now, who would begrudge us happiness. I don't see you as my niece, I never did, you always meant more to me than that."
Claire smiled and squeezed Peter's hand. They moved quickly down the street, making their way back to their apartment.
"Stay here." He answered cryptically, pulling Claire aside to the small alley next to their building. "I'll be right back." He continued, before using Daphne's speed to dart into their apartment and down to the car. Only seconds passed before Peter jumped into their car and drove back to pick up Claire.
"So where are we going?" Claire asked after settling into her seat.
"New York." Peter answered, pulling the car out onto the empty street.
After two days of driving, Peter and Claire arrived in New York. They abandoned the car at the Port Authority, before striking out on foot through the city. The easily blended into the crowd of workers, hurrying their way through the busy streets.
"Peter, are you sure this is a good idea?" Claire asked, walking alongside Peter as they ducked down another street that led to his apartment. "They could have surveillance on your apartment."
"They figure we'd know that they'd have surveillance on my apartment, so they'd think it would be the last place we would go." He answered confidently. "Which is exactly why we're going there."
"If this thing is as big as Tracy believes, they probably have the resources to still have your apartment watched, even if they believe it's unlikely that you'd go back."
Peter kept silent, moving quickly down the block as his apartment building came into view. He hurried up the steps, and held the door for Claire, before following her inside. They remained silent each lost in their own thoughts until they reached the relative safety of Peter's apartment.
"I still don't think this is a good idea. We could have easily stayed in a motel."
"We'll be fine here." Peter answered, before moving to peer out the window that overlooked the street. Nodding at what he saw there, he moved back to the living room, where Claire sat uneasily on the edge of his couch.
A dark sedan with tinted windows sat silent down the street from the apartment.
The lone man inside lifted his cell phone and quickly dialed.
"Sir." He said when the call was answered. "He just arrived."
"Really?" Nathan answered, spinning his chair around to peer out his window. "Stay where you are, I'll be there in the morning."
"Peter I have a really bad feeling about this." Claire said, coming to her feet when Peter turned from the window. "We shouldn't be here. We can contact my dad, go deeper into hiding." She continued.
"No. We have to end this. Nathan and his men, they'll never stop hunting us."
"Then we'll fake our deaths." Claire said desperately.
"No one would believe that Claire." Peter said softly. "They know everything about our abilities. They know what we can and can't do."
"It's not safe here!" Claire yelled, unable to control herself any longer. "God Peter! Why do you always have to come running back here? No matter what your family does, you always come back to them! You're here to see your mother! I know it! You want to talk to her, but what good is that going to do? For all we know she's in on it with Nathan now! It's always been like this, she may not have been with him when I was taken, but when push comes to shove your mother and brother are against you!"
"Claire." Peter began, reaching out a hand.
"No Peter! We can't be here! We have to leave! If you don't want to go into hiding, then let's do what Daphne said. Let's get out of here, leave the country, start a new life, together." She continued more softly.
"I can't do that Claire. I can't just leave. If I leave now, then Nathan keeps going. And all the people he captures will be on my conscience. I can stop this, I can save them."
"You can save them?" Claire asked. "Why do you always have to be the hero Peter? Why can't you understand that there is a time to fight and a time to run and right now it's time to run. You can't kill your brother, we both know that. So no matter what happens, in the long run, he wins. You can fight him, you can threaten him, but we both know you can't kill him. So he'll keep going. He'll just move his operation, go deeper, hide it better so that no one knows what he's actually doing. Then no one would be able to stop him."
"Claire." Peter whispered again, stepping forward and wrapping a hand around her neck to pull her in for a hard kiss. This kiss was like none other they shared. It's deep, hard and fast, all their aggressions and fears come out in this kiss. Claire bit Peter's lip, her lips parting open for the entry of his tongue. Peter explored the recesses of Claire's mouth, their tongues tangling wildly as both fought for control of the kiss. Peter wrenched his lips from Claire's to place biting kisses along her neck, stopping where her neck met her collarbone to suck deeply at the soft skin.
Claire moaned as he sucked harder, one hand holding tightly onto Peter's hair, while the other grasped his bicep.
Without warning, Peter lifted Claire in his arms and Claire quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as his lips met hers again in another deep kiss. Claire broke apart, her lips trailing down Peter's neck, as he kicked open the door to his bedroom, moving blindly through the room until his shins hit the edge of his bed. He dropped Claire lightly onto the bed, following quickly to crouch over her.
His lips met hers again, his tongue darting into her mouth to trace along the inside of her cheeks and tangle with her tongue, as his hand slipped underneath the hem of her shirt. He slowly inched the material up, pulling it over her head before moving his lips down along Claire's neck, nipping lightly as he hand came to rest on her bra-clad breast. His other hand rode her hip, playing lightly with the button on her jeans.
Claire gasped as Peter's lips moved from her neck to kiss lightly around the tops of her breasts, his teeth moving lower to pull the material away from her aching breasts. She moaned deeply when Peter's tongue lightly traced around the straining peak. She arched her back, pushing her breasts up, groaning with need until Peter took her nipple deeply in his mouth. She pulled his shirt up, Peter only releasing her breast to pull the shirt over his head as Claire kissed the expanse of chest revealed to her and Peter returned his attention to her breast, suckling deeply on one nipple and then the other, his second hand reaching up to tweak at the abandoned peak. She shifted, giving herself room to open her legs wide enough to Peter's hips to settle between. They both gasped as their lower bodies came into contact. Peter sucked more deeply at Claire's breasts, as she arched again to bring their lower bodies into closer contact, causing her and Peter to groan as their lower halves connected.
Claire reached down to unzip the fly of his jeans, her small hand reaching inside the opening to take him into her hand. Peter groaned as Claire's hand moved lightly along his shaft, his attention momentarily shifted from Claire's breasts.
He closed his eyes, shifting to place lingering kisses along her stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue around her bellybutton before moving lower. Claire released him with a moan as he quickly unzipped her jeans, stopping to meet Claire's eyes. Claire nodded and gave him a small smile before Peter stripped her of her jeans and underwear.
Peter leaned back on his heels to take in the sight of Claire, naked, sprawled on his bed. He noted the rosy blush across her chest, and her lips, still swollen from his kisses. Claire lifted her legs to wrap them tightly around his hips, causing Peter to fall back over her.
"Impatient?" He asked, laughing as he moved his lips down to her golden curls. Claire moaned deeply as Peter's tongue and fingers worked their magic. She gasped as she felt herself reaching closer to her peak, before Peter abruptly pulled away. Claire groaned in frustration and looked up at Peter's glittering eyes.
She reached out for him, but Peter leaned back, holding steady as Claire tried to pull him back towards her.
"Are you sure about this Claire? Because once we start, I don't think I'd be able to stop." He said softly.
"I'm sure Peter. I want this. I want you." She said leaning forward to kiss him.
Peter grinned and pulled off his jeans and underwear. Claire's eyes widened before she gave him an impish grin.
Peter came back over her, resting his weight on his elbows. They kissed deeply, tongues tangling as Peter inched inside her. He stopped suddenly, pulling their mouths apart and looking down to where they were barely connected.
"Claire. I don't have any protection." He said quietly, his eyes meeting hers.
"It's okay. I'm covered." Claire answered, arching up to pull him in deeper.
Peter kissed her again as he plunged in fully, swallowing Claire's gasp. They moved together in unison, instantly finding each other's rhythm, trying to make the moment last as long as possible.
Peter and Claire lay sprawled in the bed, the sheets tangled around their feet. Claire cuddled up to Peter's side as she tried to find the right words.
"That was." She began.
"Amazing." Peter finished, leaning down for a light kiss.
Claire tried to hold back a yawn, but Peter caught the wrinkling of her nose. He pulled her closer, smiling as Claire threw a leg over his, her hand above his heart.
"We should get some sleep." He said quietly, his fingers lightly tracing up and down her side.
"We haven't figured out what we're going to do." Claire answered sleepily. "Someone got us distracted."
Peter grinned, but kept silent.
Within minutes, Claire drifted off to sleep, Peter idly running his fingers along her side.
"I already know what we're going to do." He whispered, closing his eyes for a few hours of sleep.
