A/N hello : this is my first heroes fanfiction! i'm most probably going to create a new account and only keep certain of my stories on my new one : if any of you want to tell me which of my hp stories i should move to my new one let me know! Anyway Peter/Claire angsty fluffiness

WARNING: INCEST [Uncle x Neice don't read if it offends you!!


If things were different; 3

"Hey," She mumbled sleepily from her position on the couch, "Hey." A low voice growled close to her ear, pressing a kiss to her neck he slip down next to her wrapping strong arms around her waist and pulling her dainty frame onto his lap. Then pushing away blonde curles covering he neck he began suckling and kissing the flesh before him. "I am watching something here!" She giggled, but purred in agreement when he licked just the right spot. "I miss you all day," he pouted grumpily lips still latched onto her skin. "All day, you were all i thought about. My beautiful, sexy, perfect indestructable cheerleader." She laughed softly at that, the sound coming out husky as teeth grazed her sensitize neck. "I havn't been a cheerleader in the longest time." His thoughts were pushed into her mind, a form of communication she loved so much. My cheerleader, always my cheerleader. She smirked and denied nothing, she knew cheerleader or not. She was his, always would be his. Turning her gently in his arms, Peter kissed her slowly. Peter kissed her, Claire Bennet. (... Petrelli, Petrelli, Petrelli.)

"Claire-Bear?" Sitting up and shaking out her curls Claire lazily looked around and found herself staring into Peter Petrelli's warm dark eyes. 'Hey,' she smiled softly the dream still on her mind. Oh come on Peter, just one kiss. One that's not in my dreams. She knew he could hear her thoughts, see her dreams. She knew he heard all the thoughts she had about him, the dangerous, tantalizing, forbidden thoughts. He never reprimanded or discouraged her. He just started at her, I mean really looked at her. He liked it, she knew he liked it. He wanted her, just as much (if not more' Peter would argue) as she wanted him. "If things were different," She started then faltering loosing herself in the way he looked at her. Like he wanted her more than any other woman on the planet, like he wanted to take her right then and there. "If things were different nothing in the world could keep me from you Claire," His voice was low, soft caressing her and reminding her of who they were at the same time. "But this does?" She laughed bitterly gesturing wildy in the air. Her meaning was clear enough. "Yeah, this does." He glanced down at his forearm studying the vein that twisted over it. Veins that contained his blood, her blood. Petrelli blood.


Thank you and don't be too mean, remember first heroes fanfic: xxx