We didn't plan it. We were hiding out at a cheap motel, trying to avoid Mom and Nathan. God, I still can't believe they want me to destroy New York.
We were sitting on the bed – there was only one, of course – and my arm was around Claire. It was just out of comfort, I swear. Her head was resting on my shoulder and her arm was draped across my stomach.
I don't even know what we were watching. The television was just on. Something to distract us from what was coming.
Claire brought up the topic of 'us'. She confessed in the dimly lit room, while she was curled against my side, that she had grown quite the crush on me after Homecoming.
What could I say to that? "Thank you" seemed trite. I probably could have told her it was understandable under the circumstances. It's what I should have done. Instead, I admitted to having had a bit of a crush myself.
I know: stupid, stupid, stupid.
Claire looked up at me with wide, shining eyes full of hope. I was only going to give her a peck on the lips. A small gesture of understanding. I didn't expect her to kiss me back with such passion.
One kiss and I was lost.
We slid down the bed until we were both lying on our sides, hands frantically roaming over each other, mouths joined as if trying to steal the other's breath.
I tried to stop. I swear that I pulled away and told her that we couldn't do anything else. She pressed her body against mine and told me that she didn't care if I was her uncle. She said that we could die tomorrow and it wouldn't matter that we spent our last night together.
I tried to point out that we might not die. She said she still didn't care. She wanted to be with me and I am shamed to admit that I wanted her too.
Despite our need, we went slowly. Once we agreed to give in to our desires it was like we had all the time in the world. We undressed each other slowly, reveling in each new patch of bare flesh, exploring each other with our mouths and hands.
I brought her off with my mouth and hand. She wanted to return the favor, but I told her that I couldn't wait. Just her hand on my cock was nearly enough to make me come.
She pulled me on top of her and wrapped her legs around me. It wasn't until I was nearly inside her that she told me it was her first time, but she wanted it to be with me. I took her at her word and prayed that she didn't regret the decision later. (I prayed that there would be a later for her to have the chance to regret it.)
I can't even describe what it was like being inside Claire. Being one with her. It has never felt so right being with someone. Never.
We took each other slowly. Now, don't laugh at my phrasing, but that's exactly what it felt like. I was losing myself as much in Claire as she was in me. The connection we shared was so much more than merely physical. It was like our souls were touching, blending, finding their other halves.
We didn't want it to end, but as these things go, it had to. We held each other long after we'd both found release, telling each other that if we survived the next few days that we wouldn't let the world get between us. We vowed to find a way to be together.
Even now, I know that it was a foolish thing to promise. I'm not saying that I didn't mean it. I did. God, I meant it so much. I would do anything to be able to be with Claire always. She's Nathan's daughter and ten years my junior, but I don't care. I love her, and I always will.
Dawn's approaching and I need to go. I used Hiro's power to teleport to my apartment to record this special night, just in case anything does happen to me. I want the world to know that I am in love with Claire Bennet, and I make no apologies.
