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Well, well. Different shower, different circumstances, a Peter forced to look at his scarred face in the mirror, but once again consumed by lust. And this time, as he started stroking his cock, he could practically still smell her hair from when he’d embraced her in the field mere hours before.
Would he ever figure out Claire Bennet? It hadn’t been more than a few days since Peter had travelled backwards from the moment she shot him. He didn’t touch her, even when taking the gun from her hands. That pained, hardened brunette Claire had wanted the final words he’d hear to be “I always loved you.”
It wrenched his heart and made him hard at the same time, even though his mind-reading told him that Claire herself didn’t know what type of love she was talking about. As for past, or perhaps present Claire, she was just as much of an enigma. A beautiful, desperate little enigma that cried in his arms and who had also, if only for a second, imagined Peter taking her right there in that field.
They could’ve made a bed of the yellow grass, and he could’ve kissed her problems away and showed her that even if she was insensitive to pain, Peter could still give her pleasure. Suppressing a groan, he gently stroked the underside of his dick as if to pretend his fingers were her tongue. What kind of idiot am I for not having just done it? The kind of idiot who didn’t want to accidentally show his true identity as future Peter, the kind of idiot who wasn’t sure whether fucking his niece’s past (present?) self would’ve prevented or caused her turn down that dark path.
Ugh, and then there was that West person he’d heard Claire thinking about. By this point, Peter was so lost in the warm water and his own hand that he didn’t stop or slow down or even feel disturbed when he imagined telekinetically pinning this West to a wall and forcing the boy to watch him burying his face in Claire, pleasuring her to the point of declaring fealty to him and him alone. When he felt the thought in his balls, he simply kept going, and gritted his teeth hoping not to moan her name.
Sure, he’d be disgusted after he finished, but not before Peter came once again, absolutely dying for her.