Over The Years

Part eleven

Disclaimer: Okay, we all know this isn't mine.

Authors note: Sorry about how short this one is! I'll make it up!!!

CLAIRE

I kissed Peter. I pulled away softly and opened my eyes and stared at him. "Still just want to be friends?"

Peter sighed. "Claire, I never wanted to be just friends."

"Then why are we doing this?" I snapped, feeling anxious.

"Why are we doing what?" Peter asked, looking slight exhausted.

"Why are we hiding what we feel?"

"Um…I don't know Claire." Peter snapped. "Maybe because my brother is your father?"

I glared at him. "How many more times are you going to bring that up?"

"As many times as it takes to get it through your head!" Peter snapped. "What do you want me to say Claire? That we can act on what we feel and just find a way to keep it a secret from everyone we love?"

I stared at him. "Yes!"

He looked at me like I had completely lost my mind. "No."

I jumped off of the couch. "Come on Peter! I love you! You know I love you, and although you wont admit it, I know you love me too. So why don't we just keep it a secret? Nobody has to know."

Peter closed his eyes. "Claire, I know how you feel about me. I hear it in your thoughts. And your right about how I feel you. And no-" He snapped, seeing how I was about to say something, "I'm not going to say it." I glared. "But I am not going to sneak behind my brothers back, my entire families back, and start sleeping with my niece."

"Peter." I said, fighting back tears. "I really don't care about any of our family, though I know you do. I just think we should do what we feel, and if it gets to complicated later, then we can end it. Please."

Peter stared at me. He raised a shaking hand to wipe away a tear that fell down the cheek. "Claire, don't cry." He said softly, "please."

"Why not?" I snapped. "You don't care."

He pulled me close to him. "if I didn't care, I wouldn't be fighting this as hard as I am." he muttered. "If we do this, we cant go back. This is it."

I nodded against his chest. "I know. And that's what I want."

Peter pulled away and stared at me, his face completely serious. The only time I had seen him this serious was when he was telling me to shoot him that day…

"Fine." He said, "I'm tired of fighting it anyway."

Then he closed the space between us and pressed his lips against mine.