pairechallenge; drabble #17: hair; Hawk-like Eyes (Heroes, Paire)
Title: Hawk-like Eyes (And What They See)
Characters/Pairing: Peter/Claire (canon)
Summary: Sometimes a politician's eyes came in handy - other times Nathan wished he just couldn't see.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Season 1, really.
Disclaimer: Not miiiiine.
Author's note: Written for pairechallenge drabble #17 "Hair." :D And I don't think Nathan would be as dense as most people assume. >> And I also think he would understand (not be happy about it, of course, but at least understand).
Nathan watches them like a hawk, his politician’s gaze just as sharp and scrutinizing as the bird of prey's. It’s not as though he doesn’t trust his brother with her - he does, probably more than he should. But there was always something that sparked in Peter’s eyes whenever he was around her, whenever he heard her voice (even, he had realized, when she was not in the room).
At the current moment they are reclining on the couch, shoulders pressed together as they pretend to watch some program on the TV. Peter is breathing deeply, face scrunching every now and again in confusion while Claire is chattering away about something that happened in Texas a while back, and all seemed relatively normal.
“Did you get a new shampoo?” Peter blurts out suddenly, his hand darting out to grasp a lock of her hair. Nathan’s eyebrows shoot upwards as Claire giggles in amusement.
“I’m serious,” Peter cries in mock exasperation, tugging lightly on her hair as he sniffs it curiously. “Strawberry?”
“Cherry-” Claire corrects him before reaching over to grasp a piece of his bangs in her hand, “- and stop tugging, it hurts.” She yanks on his hair for good measure.
Peter smiles that crooked grin of his, and his eyes are lighting up in that way that makes Nathan’s stomach turn itself over and over and before he knows it he’s shuddering because now Claire has that same look, and both of them are staring at the other as if for the first time.
Peter is the first to react, dropping her hair as if it were on fire and Claire’s quick to follow. They both twist themselves back to look at the television, the air between them thick enough (with something Nathan doesn’t dare to name) that he swears he could cut it with a knife.
With a slight stagger to his step Nathan turns around to leave, his head reeling, but not before he hears Peter’s voice murmuring awkwardly, “Your hair smells nice.”
Characters/Pairing: Peter/Claire (canon)
Summary: Sometimes a politician's eyes came in handy - other times Nathan wished he just couldn't see.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Season 1, really.
Disclaimer: Not miiiiine.
Author's note: Written for pairechallenge drabble #17 "Hair." :D And I don't think Nathan would be as dense as most people assume. >> And I also think he would understand (not be happy about it, of course, but at least understand).
Nathan watches them like a hawk, his politician’s gaze just as sharp and scrutinizing as the bird of prey's. It’s not as though he doesn’t trust his brother with her - he does, probably more than he should. But there was always something that sparked in Peter’s eyes whenever he was around her, whenever he heard her voice (even, he had realized, when she was not in the room).
At the current moment they are reclining on the couch, shoulders pressed together as they pretend to watch some program on the TV. Peter is breathing deeply, face scrunching every now and again in confusion while Claire is chattering away about something that happened in Texas a while back, and all seemed relatively normal.
“Did you get a new shampoo?” Peter blurts out suddenly, his hand darting out to grasp a lock of her hair. Nathan’s eyebrows shoot upwards as Claire giggles in amusement.
“I’m serious,” Peter cries in mock exasperation, tugging lightly on her hair as he sniffs it curiously. “Strawberry?”
“Cherry-” Claire corrects him before reaching over to grasp a piece of his bangs in her hand, “- and stop tugging, it hurts.” She yanks on his hair for good measure.
Peter smiles that crooked grin of his, and his eyes are lighting up in that way that makes Nathan’s stomach turn itself over and over and before he knows it he’s shuddering because now Claire has that same look, and both of them are staring at the other as if for the first time.
Peter is the first to react, dropping her hair as if it were on fire and Claire’s quick to follow. They both twist themselves back to look at the television, the air between them thick enough (with something Nathan doesn’t dare to name) that he swears he could cut it with a knife.
With a slight stagger to his step Nathan turns around to leave, his head reeling, but not before he hears Peter’s voice murmuring awkwardly, “Your hair smells nice.”