Claire hadn't been trying for subtle. She'd wanted him to know that she wanted him and had every intention of letting him had have her, of them having each other, if things happened to go that way. But they'd still been feeling each other out, she wanted to know that he wasn't the same kind of mistake she'd made before. Claire had had quite enough of possessive assholes to last a lifetime, she wasn't in the market for another one.
They'd talked about a lot of things, but his being married hadn't been one of them. It didn't surprise her, he kind of seemed like the marrying sort. But she raised her eyebrows, glad Peter was telling her now and telling her how much he'd struggled to communicate. Claire nodded slowly as she stroked the back of his neck, firm as she traced a tense muscle up from his shoulder. "Sometimes we feel like what we're feeling will hurt someone if we tell them, but honesty really is better than the alternative."
A smile spread across her face, glad he'd done some of the work and didn't need his hand held through it. Claire leaned forward, kissing him again, slower this time, because didn't they have plenty of that around here. "I'm sad I missed it," Claire murmured when they parted. There was an ease and a relaxation in her now, maybe because she felt more confident in where she stood, where they stood together.
"I don't want a revolving door, I'm too old for that these days. I want more than that," Claire explained. "If you've still got wild seeds to sew, we can wait."