By Fabrisse
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Peter Petrelli/Heidi Petrelli
Summary: PWP
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Making no money No copyright infringement is intended.
Author note: This was written for Oxoniensis Porn Battle V. The prompts were "elevator" and "secret."
His mother is on the committee for the fashion collection at the Metropolitan Museum. Peter doesn’t give a damn about clothes, but Nathan has a big gang case and Heidi can’t attend unescorted. She could, but it would leave a gap at their table - a faux pas Angela would never permit.
Peter is in a dinner jacket, and Heidi looks lovely in silver lamé, as they take the elevator to the nightclub. The two of them are alone when it jams. Heidi presses a little closer.
“I’m terrified of heights.” Her smile is tight. “I can handle the Rainbow Room at night, but this is uncomfortable.”
Peter pulls her closer to him and begins rubbing her shoulders, soothing the tension, warming her. Heidi relaxes against him, and her scent wafts up to him, vanilla warm and spice sharp. He’s getting hard from her warmth, skin, and scent. When her breath catches, he knows Heidi’s felt him.
Their heads move slightly closer together. There’s only a fraction of an inch separating their lips when the lights go back to normal and the elevator ascends. They don’t move, just share breath, until Heidi steps away when the doors open.
Peter’s attentive the rest of the evening. They dance, maybe a little closer than they should, but no one stares. He’s her brother-in-law and that makes him safe in the eyes of the world.
Heidi gets a phone call. Then it’s Peter’s turn to hear that Nathan won’t attend, won’t be home tonight.
Peter makes sure he’s alone before asking, “Are you banging your secretary or are you really working?”
“I’m working. This case is going to be tough for awhile. Besides, my secretary is at least sixty.”
“Like that’s ever stopped you.”
“True. As long as I stay within the rules, Heidi’s fine with it, Pete.”
“What are her rules?”
“No servants. None of Simon’s teachers. I don’t care if they’re married or single as long as they have as much to lose from a scandal as we do.” He’s silent for a moment. “You would have a great deal to lose, if something came out about you and my wife.”
“Enough?”
Nathan weighs the question. “Yes. Never be obvious.” The line goes dead.
Peter escorts Heidi home.
The front door barely closes when Peter completes the kiss they began in the elevator. He touches only Heidi’s face, letting her guide the depth and length of the kiss. When they break her eyes are dilated with pleasure, her lips pink from his kisses.
“Did you ask Nathan’s permission?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Take me to bed.” Heidi undoes his bow tie.
He follows her to a guest room. Peter pushes her against the wall and presses his body against hers to demand another kiss. His hands find the zipper on her dress. He strokes her shoulders, and she lets the straps of her dress fall. He leans forward and his tongue flickers lightly into her navel as he plunges his hands under her panties.
She tilts his chin up so he meets her eyes. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
He shucks his shirt quickly. Heidi leans over and lets her hands stray over his chest as he captures one of her nipples. Her voice is husky against his ear. “Strip. I want to see you.”
Complying, he kneels on the silver lamé pooled at her feet and mouths at her mons. Peter nudges her legs farther apart to plunge his tongue deep. When she moans, he turns her around. He licks a stripe between her globes and begins to rub her clit.
Heidi writhes as he slips two fingers inside her. Her quim grips them tightly.
“Now, please, Peter!”
He molds himself to her back as he enters her. She sighs and turns her head so Peter can capture her mouth. His knuckles set up a rhythm on her mound as his tongue and cock press into wet heat. He feels her orgasm begin from the base of her spine and thrusts hard until Heidi’s body clenches and quivers. He tugs her back to him, his hands weigh her breasts, his teeth scrape against her neck.
Heidi fingers herself in time to his wild rhythm. As she arches back in her second orgasm, Peter bites her shoulder and comes with a fierce groan.
She gasps when his cock leaves her. “You don’t treat me like I’ll break.”
“Should I?”
“No.” Heidi smiles against his shoulder as they collapse on the bed. “I’ll never call you ‘little brother’ again.”
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