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Last Name

A Peter Petrelli & Claire Bennet FanFic

Written By Random-Girl87

Based on the Song 'Last Name' by Carrie Underwood

Claire made her way into the nightclub. She as actually quite shocked they let her in. Surprised that they thought she looked at least 18 years of age. She really was in the mood for some alcohol right now. She couldn't go to any of the local newsagents because they all knew her there and her age. She was in the mood to get pissed. Proper pissed. She'd just found out that Nathan Petrelli – Biggest, up his own arse, wrapped up in his stupid election jerk – was her biological father. She wanted to be anywhere away from her families right now. Away from Nathan and his perfect wife and children and over-bearing mother. Away from her adoptive, over-caring mother and father.

So she was running. Running away for one night only. Nathan thought she was with her adoptive parents. Jack and Sandra thought she was with Nathan. So it was perfect. She couldn't bring herself to think of him as her biological father just yet, she couldn't even bear the fact that she knew the guy let alone shared his blood. And his mother? Enough said. Put it this way, if she needed a costume for Halloween, it would be a witch because that way, she wouldn't need to dress up!

Claire felt way over exposed. She was wearing this short skirt that barely covered what it was meant to and her top barely covered her bra. She just picked up the most skimpiest thing she owned and wore it.

"What can I get ya?" The bartender asked. He was one of those middle-aged, dumpy fat men. She looked up at him, wandering if he knew she was under eighteen or not. She shook her head, thinking of what was the most 'likely to get yourself drunk' drink.

"Straight vodka." She waited for the catch. The question. But it didn't come; he nodded his head and poured her some. She drank it in a gulp and stared at him. He refilled it and she handed over some cash. She turned around, the drink in her hand and collided with someone. She spilt it all over him and heard him complain.

"Ah…Shit." He mumbled. He looked up at her and his eyes softened; he noted the sadness in her eyes.

"Sorry." Claire muttered. This day, night, whatever it was, was getting worse and worse. He grinned at her.

"Its okay." Claire looked at him, almost staring. She managed a soft smile for him and then remembered that she no longer had a drink. She looked in her hand to see the glass now empty. She groaned, annoyed. Great, its not like she had a load of money to shell out of alcohol not without her father, whichever one that may be, get suspicious of where all her money had gone. He chuckled and ordered a beer and another vodka for the girl and paid. He handed it to her. She looked shocked. "Oh, you didn't need to do that." Claire blushed.

"Don't worry about it." He replied. She was beautiful. Nice, soft tanned skin, golden hair that fell gracefully upon her shoulders, a sad little smile.

"Thanks."

"I'm Peter." He held out his hand. He knew she was young, probably underage but he felt a connection to her. He didn't want her to take the drink and leave. He wanted to know her. He didn't know why, he'd never felt that way before. If he saw a woman it would usually take a while before he felt this kind of feeling.

"I'm Claire." She said, her eyes starting to light up and she took his hand. He was right, her skin was soft. She looked around the club, the loud music, and the heaving bodies being pressed up against each other. She felt completely out of place.

"You want to sit somewhere?" Peter asked. Claire nodded her head softly and took his hand, which he had presented. He headed towards the more quiet, more secluded area. Far away from the music and way private.

Claire, at first felt embarrassed and vulnerable. Sitting here with a guy, much older then she, drinking alcohol. She also felt nervous; she'd never done anything like this before.

"So, what are you doing here?" His question caught her of guard. She felt like everyone could read her, everyone who looked at her knew her story and knew why she was there. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Are you from around here? You don't look like someone who lives in Odessa." Claire asked, almost everyone in the room was tanned in at least some way. But he wasn't.

"I'm not. Nowhere near actually. I'm from New York."

"New York? What the hell are you doing out here?" She blushed for cursing in front of him. He took note of her blush and smiled.

"A patient. I'm a nurse. Plus my brother was having some family troubles. So, I agreed to come out here with him."

"Sounds fun."

"Oh yeah…" Peter replied, sarcastically and enjoying the way she giggled. Maybe a little too much. He didn't need to lie, it was obvious he was attracted to her; he had a positive thought that she was attracted to him. She blushed every time he looked at her, really looked at her. He couldn't help but notice the amount of cleavage she had on show or how short her skirt was. She looked much too good for a sleazy place like this.

A couple of hours later, they were getting along really great. Peter was wildly attracted to her. Claire thought he was gorgeous, more gorgeous then any celebrity she'd ever seen. She'd been given the eye by another of guys, men, perverts all night, Claire's face had turned away all flushed and Peter had clenched his fist, he couldn't help but feel jealous. They were in one of those booth rooms, where you could close the door and have a lot of privacy. They had done that a while ago.

"Would you like to dance?" Peter asked, holding out a hand, Claire looked at him startled yet couldn't help but smile. She'd never been asked to dance before. So it wasn't the most romantic dance or anything but maybe having the chance to press her body up against Peter? She would take it. She nodded and felt herself being pulled through a bunch of heaving bodies and couples, strangers kissing and making out.

He stood in front of her, a good gap between them. Claire began moving her hips to rhythm and the beat. She was a pretty good dancer. She'd been to many house parties and danced with her girlfriends, so she was a good expert. Except for the fact that now she was surrounded by older, even more hornier adults. She swayed her hips in her short skirt, unknowingly to her it had began riding up and falling down, repeatedly. Peter noticed. Without thinking, he pulled her closer and she stopped. Shocked from the instant connection and movement. She looked up to see him, grinning at her and she couldn't help but return it. She began moving again, grinding her hips against him. He felt the twinge in his trousers and started panting.

The room went dark and the people, the entwined couples disappeared. It was just her and Peter. The guy she'd just met. The handsome guy she'd just met. She wrapped her arms around his neck, linking her hands together; he seemed to like it because he wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her against his body.

Peter leaned in but didn't kiss her. He knew she was underage, he didn't know how he just felt it. He had this voice screaming in his head, telling him to stay away from her but he couldn't. He wanted her and she wanted him. Claire closed the gap, pressing her lips against his. She didn't know where this surge of confidence had come from but she sure did like it.

The kiss soon became more passionate and intense; she cupped his face, her kiss becoming needy and his becoming rougher. She felt herself backed up against a wall; she hadn't even noticed the club had walls. His hands rubbed up and down her leg, bringing her skirt up so high, she didn't even care who saw it. She felt his lips on her neck, suckling the skin. Usually she would have been worried, knowing it would leave a mark. The power of regeneration really came in handy. Jump of buildings, Kill self when really pissed off, make out with strangers…

Claire bucked against his hips as she felt his hand make his way to her breast, squeezing it. She moaned in his ear, which only seemed to spur him on. His other hand travelled its way round to her back, moving it down to her bum, cupping it. Well…that's different. Claire thought, a giggly laughter ringing through her ear.

"Why, don't we return to the booth?" Peter muttered into her ear, knowing that he was probably going to have sex with a minor but there was something pulling him towards her, something he couldn't ignore. Claire thought for a second. She was a virgin, was she ready for this? Most of all, was she ready to lose her virginity to a stranger? Claire looked up at him, he'd pulled away from her, sensing the tension that had occurred, she nodded, this time taking his hand and made her way to an empty booth.

Claire attached her lips to Peter's again, he was surprised by this attack but nevertheless responded and welcomed it with opened lips. His tongue licked her lips, asking for entrance, she parted her mouth slightly to allow it in, massaging it with her own. They became more friskier and she felt Peter's finger tips at the bottom of her top, pulling it up and over her head. She slowly, unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his bare chest, the nervousness slowly disappearing. Peter ran his fingers through her golden hair, the feel of her lips against his skin just seem so …right. He couldn't explain it not even to himself. She no longer seemed nervous which he guessed was a good sign that she liked what they were doing. And of course the amount of moans that escaped from her lips contributed.

He slipped his hands so they were placed on her bum, gently squeezing it while she kissed him on the mouth again. He pushed her up against the wall of the booth, his hands trailing downwards and up again, he finally gave in and pulled her top over her head, Claire responded by pulling down her skirt, his fingertips trailed the outline of her panties and another moan escaped from Claire's mouth. Peter reached behind her, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, taking one of her breasts in his hand he squeezed it before taking the other in his mouth.

Claire on the other hand, set to work on unzipping Peter's trousers, once she'd done that she pulled them down and he gladly stepped out of them. It had taken her a few moments since she continually leaned her head back from the sensation Peter was giving her.

Her hand trailed its way down his chest and onto his cock, which was hard by now. She moved her fingers down it a few times before she felt a strangled moan come from Peter's mouth and into her own. Unable to take it any longer, Peter picked her up, wrapping a leg round each side and laid her down on one of the plush sofas.

He slowly peeled of her underwear and Claire suddenly felt conscience again. This was it; she was about to lose the one thing most important to a girl to a complete stranger. And yet she didn't mind as much as what she thought she would. Being with him, this guy, this Peter, had never felt so right before. Once they were both naked, Peter hovered his body over Claire's and steadied his cock at her opening, he could tell she was nervous, he could also tell that she wanted it though. He pushed his way into her as softly and as less painful as he could. He stayed still and until he felt she was ready began to move inside of her. The pain soon subsided from Claire and she soon began to enjoy the act of love that was upon her. She soon got into the rhythm of their 'love making' and wrapped her legs around him, wanting, needing him to go deeper into her. Peter pushed harder and deeper inside of her, kissing her in places she never had been before as he did so.

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"You slept with a stranger! Claire!" Zach half-yelled, shocked at what Claire had just confessed. She quickly shushed him and looked to see if anyone else was around, which thank god no one was.

"Its not that big a deal Zach. I mean we just had this connection you know?" Claire replied, a dreamy look in her eye as she remembered that night several days ago. She hadn't seen him since although she hadn't had a chance to sneak out again. She hoped she'd see him one day soon. Zach looked at her as if she was pulling him a load of crap, Claire rolled her eyes and continued. "He was hot, you'd probably like him." She chuckled, hoping to get a laugh out of him but his grim expression didn't falter.

"Oh, he was hot cause that's a perfect excuse!" Zach exasperated, clearly frustrated with his new-found best friend. "God, Claire did you even get his name?"

"Yes I did! Its Peter actually!" Claire was starting to get extremely pissed of at Zach. He was supposed to be her friend, not dictate her, she'd told him about Peter out of confidence not so he could go all freaky-loser on her.

"Oh yeah? Peter what?" Claire's smile faltered. She didn't know. She hadn't thought to ask for his last name. She didn't even think he'd want anything to do with her once they'd done and yet she let him take her virginity. But he hadn't abandoned her he'd walked her to the corner of her street as she wouldn't let him walk her home, explaining her dad didn't even know she was out, which yeah she figured probably sounded really childish but she figured he'd realised her true age by now. He'd kissed her before she left as well and she'd thanked him, running of down the street but not before flashing him one of her sad little smiles.

"I don't know." Claire muttered, "I don't know his last name."

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