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TITLE: Apprenticeship
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 2 of ?
FANDOM: Warehouse 13
SHIP: Pete / Claudia
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Two
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 2. With, Claudia becoming an apprentice Warehouse agent, she asks for and gets more of an education that Artie had intended.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warehouse 13. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. I will be honest, I don’t know exactly where I am going with this, so the chapter breaks might be a bit… erratic. Feedback is, as always, appreciated.
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CHAPTER TWO
He called for who ever it was to come in and a moment later a hesitant red head popped into his room through his barely opened door. “Come in, Claudia. What can I help you with?” he invited before enquiring, frowning as she barely entered the room and stood, fidgeting near the door. “You okay?” he asked when she remained silent with her eyes downcast. “I’m… I’m fine… Never mind. Sorry to have bothered you.” She finally replied in a staccato of short phrases and turned with her hand on the doorknob even before she had finished speaking.
“Come on, Claudia. Hold up.” He suggested gently, halting her speedy exit. Maybe if he had just let her go, he might not be in the predicament he was in with her now. “You’re obviously got something on your mind. Tell me about it, maybe I can help.” He offered and after a moment she let her hand fall from the doorknob and moved closer to him. Pete shuffled his papers aside and shifting up, patted his hand n the space next to him on his bed in an invitation for her to sit. She shook her head and remained standing in front of him. His frown deepened, but he remained silent, not wanting to put any pressure on her and sure that she would start when she was ready. She still wasn’t looking at him and he could feel nervous energy almost literally radiating off of her. His eyes followed hers to find her feet bare and her toenails pained blue as she scrunched them nervously into the carpet.
The journey from her face to her toes had given him information that he processed almost by reflex. Claudia looked different some how. He had never seen her dressed for bed before, the pink cotton camisole and matching drawstring pajama pants were less bulky than what she usually wore and he realized she had curves, very nice, feminine ones. Maybe it was just guy reflex but he also noted the way the cotton of her camisole molded to her breasts and the way her nipples created little peaks in the material that, she wasn’t wearing a brassier. He also caught just a little flash of her trim, flat stomach.
“This is kind of embarrassing and… And, you have to promise not to tell anyone what I am about to ask you and… And, you have to promise that you will at least think about it before you answer.” She started hesitantly and then stipulated, her voice rising as if she was just figuring out her plan. “This sounds serious.” He noted, sitting up as he started to pick up a vibe. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either. “It is and it isn’t. Promise?” she insisted and he narrowed his eyes as he tried to discern what it was she was going to ask him. “Okay, I promise. This is just between you and me, no one else and I’ll give due consideration to whatever it is you want to ask of me.” he responded slowly, choosing his words carefully and trying to gauge her reaction, still not sure exactly just what he was getting himself into. He offered her a seat again and again she refused.
Her eyes finally lifted from the floor and she squared her shoulders, taking a deep breath which, he almost absently noticed, did interesting things to the font of her camisole. “Pete, you know how you guys are training and teaching me about the skills needed to be a Warehouse field agent?” she began and he nodded, relieved that as complicated as it might be, her query was about The Warehouse and not something more person. Boy had he been wrong. “Well, that’s going so well, that I was wondering if you would show me some other stuff?” she asked and her evasive phrasing didn’t escape him. “Like?” He asked for more details with simple eloquence. She flashed him a nervous smile before taking another deep breath.
“I want you to teach me about sex.” She finally asked directly and Pete felt his eyes go wide and his jaw go slack. “Sex?” he asked for confirmation, his voice hoarse because of his surprise and suddenly dry throat. “Yes.” She replied simply and he stared at her incredulously, the last hope that maybe he had heard her incorrectly was dashed. He swallowed to wet his throat and unconsciously licked his lips. “And, I guessing you aren’t talking about an embarrassing lecture on the birds and the bees here?” he looked for clarification while his mind desperately tried to process what exactly was happening. “No, the theory I know. It’s the practical I’m a little hazy on. I want you to teach me about sex by having it with me.” She told him in a tone that was just way too reasonable and he found himself without answer as his brain seemed to glitch and short circuit sending the phrase: “She wants me to have sex wither.” Careening around his skull while his body had a more animal reaction to the idea and his dick throbbed as it started to stiffen.
She took his silence as an invitation to continue fleshing out her proposal, which didn’t really help him gather his wits much. “I know it’s a little… Well, a lot out there, but just hear me out. You won’t be taking advantage of me or anything. I want this. I’m the one that’s asking. I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex… But, I don’t think I… We did it right. It hurt and felt weird and then it was over. That’s one of the reasons I want to do this.” She continued her voice sounding so young for the words that were coming out of her mouth. “With Daniel?” he asked curiously, the question flowing from his lips without the censor of his brain, which was otherwise engaged in preventing his chaotic spiral into insanity.
“No, it was before I came to the Warehouse, while I was still looking for a way to free my brother. It just sort of happened. With Danny… We got close, but we broke up before it got that far. That’s kind of what got me thinking about all this. I feel that I’m ready to have sex, I have those desires in me, but I don’t want it to be like my first time. I… I want to know what I’m doing. I’m not talking like major kink with fetishes and stuff, just the basics, oral, missionary, doggy-style… You know, the classics and of course anything you deem necessary for a well rounded education.” She explained while his lips tried to communicate word that his brain wasn’t quite forming and his ears flared with embarrassed heat at her frankness. “I mean, you’re a guy you have urges and needs right and you can’t be getting any here in We-Hate-Outsiders Ville, so it will be like a win / win situation where we help each other out. She steamed ahead and then her eyes narrowed and her head tilted slightly in suspicion.
“You and Myka aren’t? Because, then… Like wow! She’s like… I’ll understand if you say no.” she voiced her suspicion. “No!” he blurted out louder than he intended as that idea joined the one she had planted and he was certain he was loosing his mind or at least was having one hell of a dream. “So, what do you say?” she asked her expression hopeful and plaintive, her young, lithe body almost vibrating with nervous tension. His thoughts still had no kind of coherence, so he extended his hand and held up one finger to indicate that he needed a minute. He hid his eyes behind the palm of his other hand for a moment and then scrubbed his fingers through his hair.
“The answer here was no, right? She was too young and you didn’t just have sex for the sake of having sex, did you? He knew the answer to that He’d had his fair share of one-night stands both when he was drinking and since he had gotten sober. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like her or that she was unattractive, far from it. But, the answer had to be no. It was wrong, just wrong to even consider it. Yet, she was so earnest in her appeal. He could only imagine how awkward and embarrassing his must be for her and the kind of courage she had to be putting herself out there like that. It wasn’t like she had a lot of people to go to with this particular problem.” He debated, finding it hard to utter the single syllable word that he knew he had to. His body had a completely different take on the situation. His dick was hard and hot as it throbbed against his belly to the beat of his heart where it was trapped by his boxers and track pants. His skin felt hot and itchy and he could feel the tension of desire building in his nuts. “Claudia… I… I need time to think about this.” He stalled, this time it was his eyes that couldn’t meet hers as he was suddenly looking at her in a whole new light and it wasn’t helping to clarify his predicament. He shouldn’t, but it was all too easy to think of the nubile young in that way now that the thought was in his head.
He had hoped she would leave at that point so that he could reconcile the differences between his heart, his mind and his body and do the right responsible thing and find a gentle way to tell her no and maybe try to find some other solution, not that he could think of one, to her problem. He watched her really worry at her lower lip for a moment with a speculative look in her eye. He should have told her to get out right then. She was way too smart and observant for her own good, she always had been. He watched, partly fascinated and partly in horror as she reached for the hem of her camisole and lifted it up over her head. She held it at her side for a moment and then let it drop to the floor. Her pert breasts jiggled just ever so slightly before they settled, her stiff pink nipple pointing upward from the creamy upper curves of her smooth breasts.
He was staring and he knew it, but couldn’t do a thing about it. He didn’t stop her when she stepped closer, not quite touching his knees and he could see the texture of her silver dollar sized areola. He exhaled hard when he realized he wasn’t breathing and she sort of shivered at his hot breath against her skin. “Claudia, we can’t.” He pleaded in a strangled voice. “If I let you think about this, you’re going to say no, but right now, I can see at least one part of you has said yes and I have to take my chance.” She stated and again, with that sense of part fascination and part horror he watched her reach forward to cup and then lightly run her hand up the bulge that tented the front of his pants. He groaned deep in the back of his throat as the heat of her hand radiated into his already heated shaft. His lips felt dry and he wanted to lick them, but he didn’t dare as they stood poised on the edge of a precipice from which he could neither step away nor dive headlong into. “Please… Please just let it happen, even if it’s just this once. It’s okay.” She absolved him quietly and a cynical laugh echoed in the recesses of his mind as his resolve crumbled. “She’s better at this than she thinks.” He thought crazily as she leaned ever so slightly forward and her other hand came to rest on his shoulder and then slowly curled around his neck as the taut; gumdrop nub of her nipple razed his lips.
Pete swallowed hard, his eyes rising to hers to silently implore her to stop, to give him a chance to breath, to do the right thing, but she was determined to get what she needed. Her fingers tightened around the back of his head and he closed his eyes as he opened his mouth and latched it onto her breast. She sucked in a sharp breath, pressing her flesh to his mouth as he sucked at her tit flesh and let his tongue swirl around the peak of her nipple causing her fingers flexed on his cloth-clad manhood in reflexive response. She let out the breath as a long, breathy moan while her fingers wormed into his hair to massage his scalp and hold him to her breast as he lavished attention on it with his lips, his tongue and, lightly, his teeth. “I have truly lost my mind.” He admonished himself and for the first time he even considered that some artifact might somehow be responsible for his insane acquiescence as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him as he dropped back onto the bed.
He lifted his head from her breast, having to fight the resistance of her hand while he grabbed her ass and by dint of strength pulled her further onto the bed and rolling so that he ended up above her, his thigh between her legs, his face hovering over hers. She looked up at him with trusting eyes and nervously licked her lips, her breasts rising and falling with shuddering breaths caused her nipples to poke against his chest through the material of his t-shirt. “Claudia, we are not having sex.” He told her even though there was no way she couldn’t feel his throbbing manhood pressed against her thigh. His words sounded weak and unconvincing even to his ears and he made no move to get off her, to get off the bed to run from the room. “Would you kiss me?” she asked so softly he could barely hear her, yet with so much need and emotion that it was the catalyst for first of so many compromises and rationalizations that were to come.
Claudia’s lips were as soft as they looked and were warm against his tasting faintly of cherries as her head tilted to cement their kiss. Her hand, which had rested limply on his shoulder, once again found the back of his head even as his did the same to hers. Her lips vibrated against his as she half-moaned, half-sighed, her body starting to undulate, slowly, sinuously up against his and her breasts flattened against the weight of his solid chest, her nipples hot little coals surrounded by the warm, shifting pillows of feminine flesh. Her eyes were wide and they remained glued to his for a few moments before fluttering closed as their kiss heated even further. His other hand roamed down along her body sliding along her skin until he found the cotton of her pajama pants while her mouth opened under his and his tongue slipped over the ramparts of her teeth to tangle and fence with hers. She tilted her hip off the bed as she ground herself against his thigh and his hand reached for, cupped and fondled her firm ass as she curled her leg around his to pull herself closer against him.
Pete could feel the wild flutter of her racing heart against his chest and steamy heat radiating from her sex against his thigh while their lips sucked, teeth nipped and tongues tangoed. He noted how her hesitance faded and she first mimicked and then improvised on what he was doing, experimenting and exploring. His dick was achingly stiff and throbbing, his balls tight with tension. His was breathing hard through his nose and the heady, spicy perfume of arousal inundated and titillated his sense of smell, clouding his reason and further weakening his resolve. Her hard little body continued to writhe against his while she made little, kittenish noises of enjoyment and delight. She really felt good and it was getting harder for him to hold the fact that it was wrong to be doing this with Claudia in his mind. She gasped and then moaned when he wormed his hand down under the waistband of her pajama pants and grabbed her firm ass directly, his hips starting to thrust in a synced rhythm with hers, so that they were dry humping.
He let his hand slide further down along the curve of her ass and then between her legs. He felt her tense, almost flinch before relaxing with a drawn out, breathy moan of approval when his fingers found and explored swollen folds. Her rhythm faltered as she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to continue grinding herself against his thigh and press back onto his exploring fingers. She settled for circling her hips instead of rocking them as he blindly caressed the length of her slit. She had been slick when he had first touched her, but as he probed a little deeper, he felt afresh torrent of Warm, slippery cream rush from her in response to his digits sawing back and forth through her blossoming petals. He finally broke the kiss when it felt like breathing became an issue for her by the way she was panting and even then she tried to follow his lips, her fingers tensing in an attempt to draw him back. She moaned his name and clutched and pulled at him to re-establish their kiss. The desperate and very adult need in her voice and the flushed strain on her youthful features made him blink and shocked him back into responsibility.
“We can’t do this.” He told her and she looked at him with wild, wide-eyes incomprehension and continued to try and pull his lips back to her while gyrating her hips to simulate the movement of his now stilled fingers on her sex. She seemed to get the idea when he pulled back and started to remove his hand, finally finding the strength to deny the physical hunger she had awakened in him. She promptly let all her weight drop back to the bed, pinning his hand. “Pete, don’t stop, please. It feels so good… Please don’t stop now.” she pleaded, her voice whiny and shuddering with need. “Just… Just keep on touching me and kissing me. We don’t have to do anything more. I… I swear I’ll be satisfied with that. I… I’ll touch you too. Just show me.” she attempted to negotiate, still wriggling against his hand, her tongue making a nervous circuit of her kiss-swollen lips, her eyes darting from side to side as she tied to find the right words.
He looked down at her and with his one hand trapped behind her head and the other in her pants he couldn’t stop her hand from snaking down between then to rub the throbbing ridge of his cloth-restrained manhood. The small of his back twitched and his ass clenched making him humped against the electric charge her touch. “God help him, but why couldn’t he just pull away from her, get off the bed and tell her to put her top back on and leave?” he asked himself in frustration. He was sure that she would be satisfied if h got her off by kissing and touching, but the problem was would he. The more he kept doing this with her, the more he wanted to do, the less he saw her as Claudia an impulsive, curious girl and the more he saw her as a sexy, nubile young woman.
“You want to do more than just touch and kiss me.” she stated after a moment of silence as if able to read him mind and he nodded, not trusting his voice. “Good. I lied. I want to know what you would feel like inside me. You’ve got me so worked up, I could scream. I never even felt like this with Danny. With you, I know it would be a million times better than my previous time. You want it. I want it. Why won’t you let it happen? Peter? Is it me?” she summed up his inner turmoil.
“No, it’s not you, it’s me.” he told her, hating the cliché all the more because it wasn’t true. It was her, but not in the way she thought. Besides her youth, she was his friend, his teammate; he was supposed to be her mentor; he respected her for her courage and intelligence and he did love her in a very real, if not romantic sense. She was like the sister he never had and sex would irrevocably change their relationship, but with her right there, half-naked and touching him, it was all him for not putting an end to this. He groaned as her exploration of his length and girth became less hesitant and more stimulating. “Claudia stop.” He breathed, his voice hoarse and without any real force, but she didn’t and instead started to massage his length.
“Forget what I said before. You don’t have to teach me. Could you just let it happen this once? I… I want this. I want to know what it would be like with you… Pete… Please… Just… Please.” She changed tack back to pleading before he could put his thoughts into words, but this time she stilled and took some of her weight off his hand, freeing him and putting her at the mercy of his decision. He saw her face drop as he extricated his hand from her pants and her hair and slid off the bed. Her breasts rose and then dropped with a shudder as she drew in a deep breath and then let it out by slow degrees. “Okay. I understand.” She conceded, looking up at him for a moment before she started to rise.
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