Heroes, Simone Deveaux/Peter Petrelli, bad idea - 1/2
"What's wrong?" Simone asks when he stumbles into her apartment, breathing hard. "It's six flights up, why didn't you take the elevator?" He just shakes his head.
He doesn't want to talk, can't talk, shouldn't be here but when he tries to leave, she puts her hand on his.
"Stay, Peter."
You're so beautiful, he wants to say, and I can't live without you. She cups his face and kisses him and it's like oxygen, like when his heart started beating again, the first rush of air into his lungs that hurts more than anything.
It escalates, like it always does, and then Simone's in his lap, rubbing against his thigh. She whimpers and he realizes he's holding her arms too tightly and slackens his grip but she just tightens her hand on the back of his neck in response. He stands up, lifting Simone and her legs go around his waist as he stumbles to the bedroom. He hesitates in the doorway. The smell of this room, candles and paint and her, it's going to break him open. But Simone's already pulling off his shirt. He presses his nose into her hair, inhales. It's no better but he doesn't care.
They get naked and kiss endlessly, making out on the bed, and Peter feels like he's falling apart. He wants to make it good for her, so much, but his body isn't cooperating. He can't say it but he moves Simone's hand, afraid to look at her but he does anyway. And sees a flash of understanding, curiosity, lust.
Simone must see something in his face because she's going, "okay, it's okay, relax, shhh." Reassuring him as her hand starts moving, exploring him. She squeezes his ass with both hands, pulling his cheeks apart and then her fingers rub up and down, grazing over his hole. She circles it with one finger, almost delicate. He moans and she presses harder, her whole hand pushing against him, not going in, not yet. Peter opens his eyes and Simone is watching his face, rapt and hungry, it's like closing a circuit and he arches up to kiss her; they moan into each other's mouths.
He doesn't think he could do this with anyone but her, this amazing, fierce-gentle woman. Simone, his Simone. Oh God.
"Please," he pants, hardly conscious of what he's doing.
It's like she's pulling all the pleasure to that one spot and he's lost in it, arching himself up as much as he can and spreading his legs because it feels good, because he wants to give her everything. He hears his own harsh, fast breaths followed by Simone's low moans and she rubs herself against him, wet warmth on his thigh, her fingers moving harder, more uncontrolled. He bucks up, and she slides down, puts an arm across his stomach, holding him to the mattress, and sucks hickeys onto his chest. He pets her, her gorgeous hair going everywhere, shivering under her teeth.
Then she pulls away and no, he's screwed it all up, he shouldn't be doing this, he's so selfish. "I'm sorry" is already on his lips, but she shoves him back down, reaching across him to the nightstand --
Oh. And Simone turns to him with the wickedest, cat-got-the-cream smile he's ever seen and Peter thinks there's no universe, no timeline in which this could be wrong. This isn't just for him. This is for both of them.
"Do you want to... turn over?" she asks him, looking a little nervous, and he nods. He puts his head on his arms and waits, and hears her opening the lube and then nothing happens. He lifts up to look but then it's slick and warm and ohh. And then there's what feels like a finger moving into him.
He's only done this to himself before, with one finger while jerking off, and this feeling of being opened, and touched, and looked at -- it's an incredible turn-on but at the same time it brings up all those insecurities. What is he doing, this is such a bad idea...
And then Simone is pressed up against him, all down his back, blanketing him with her body and whispering in his ear.
"Breathe, Peter. Shh. Just breathe." He realizes that he's almost hyperventilating. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he croaks out and God, this is why he loves her.
"Do you want to keep going?" She's stopped touching him there, but her hands are rubbing his back, moving lower to massage his ass.