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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.

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TITLE: Apprenticeship
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 4 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.
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CHAPTER FOUR
“I think we’re okay. I don’t think anyone heard.” Claudia whispered after several tense strained minutes dragged by. Pete let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. If there had been any doubt, their shared fearful reaction at possibly being discovered told him that they both knew what the stakes were and that they were doing something that others wouldn’t understand, let alone approve of. “I… I think I’d better go.” She proposed when he didn’t say anything. That was his moment. She had given him the perfect out. They hadn’t done anything irreversible and in the cold light of day, he’d be able to tell her that nothing else would happen between them. All he had to do was let her go, but the words stuck in his mouth as if trapped by the faint taste of her that still pervaded it. “No, don’t.” He whispered, his hand tightening on her hip and then kneading the smooth skin and firm muscle underneath to stop her from moving.
The scare had put him back in control of his body and he could concentrate on her completely. She sucked in sharp breath, her body going tense as he lowered his head and pressed his lips directly over the exposed button of her clit. “Oh My!” he heard her whisper in vehemently delighted surprise when he sucked at and let his tongue flick her pleasure pearl at the same time. He worked her clit and let his hand slide slowly up the inside of her thigh until he found her sex to once again explore her folds and then the snug confines of her sex. Her body tensed and relaxed in waves. Her scent was intoxicating, the breathy, guarded little sounds she made music to his ears. He changed tack, resting his palm and fingers over the gentle curve of her mons, flexing his fingers and grinding his palm over her pubes to massage the skin and muscle underneath while his thumb took over the task of stimulating her clit.
Pete lapped at her, drinking her down in hungry gulps as with short, clipped little moans she flooded to replenish the sweet nectar he devoured. He grunted softly when she reached for him, her grasp tightening almost painfully as she tensed when he found and caressed the sweet spot inside her with a crooked, caressing finger. He let her shift until her warm, velvety wet lips enveloped and started to suckle at his throbbing dick, watching her lips stretch and seal around him before his lowered his head to feast on her once more. She was a quick study and her mouth and hand felt amazing as she used them in unison to pleasure his length, but he managed to stay in control of his growing arousal by concentrating on how delicious she was and the sounds she made around his manhood and how she reacted to his lashing tongue, sucking lips and thrusting, twisting stroking fingers.
Claudia was drenched and he could feel continuous waves of quivers running through her. Her breath was hot on his saliva slick cock, her mouth having come off him with a pop as he made her back arch and she gasped and panted as he kept her just short of climaxing. He lifted his head and she didn’t resist as he took her hand off him and pushed her onto her back as he sat up and turned to position himself over her and between legs which she invitingly. If slowly, spread for him. He wormed his hands under her shoulder blades, taking most of his weight on his forearms, but letting enough of rest on her so that her nipples pressed against his chest. He was rock, achingly hard as he moved his hips forward to press himself into her moist, swollen folds. She spread her legs further and the heat radiating from her washed over his drooling cock.
He paused as he wedged himself at her entrance, looking down into her wide eyes, hoping to find, doubt or fear that would give him the strength to stop, but all he saw was trusting, desire. Her teeth pressed into her lower lip for a moment and then she slowly nodded. Pete took a deep breath and pressed forward. Her hands clutched at his shoulder as her body arched up against his and she gasped, her eyes going even wider. A little strangled sound escaped his lips as well as hers as her tight, hot, moist flesh slowly parted for and surrounded him, caressing his length with delicious resistance and friction as he drove into her in one smooth, slow and steady thrust. Her eyelids fluttered and then remained closed as he pelvis met hers and they were one.
He remained still, keeping his breathing slow and shallow as he felt her tight channel pulse around him. After a few moments her eyes opened to look into his and a smile curved her lips as she slowly squirmed beneath him to adjust to his invasion. She nodded and he echoed her smile before he started rock his hips. A sound somewhere between a moan and a purr slid from her lips as he increased the lengths of his strokes. Claudia started to move with him, hips rising to meet him and dropping as he withdrew, and with a little experimentation they found a steady, comfortable rhythm. He kissed her, sucking and nipping at her lips, feeling her soft moans vibrating them against his as her hands alternated between sliding up and down his back and clutching at him.

His fingers slid through her silken, mostly red hair to cradle the top of her head and brace her a he thrust harder and she opened her legs wider to receive him. Pleasure became a constant that only ebbed or flared depending on their shared effort. Her tight, teenaged sex was a heavenly, pulsing caress along the blazing steel of his manhood. “Oh yeah, Pete… That… This feels… Feels so good.” She told him in an awed, strained voice. “Yes, Claude, it does. You feel so wonderful.” He stated partly to maintain her confidence, but mostly because it was unequivocally true. She made soft little noises, moans, whimpers, wines gasps and groans that were carried on hot puffs of air that tickle his skin, which her teeth occasionally tested.
He kept telling her how good she felt, giving her praises and encouragements, even throwing in a few endearments as they moved in a dance as old as time. He might have been the one that was leading, but she sure was a quick study and a more than able dancer. Her body started to quiver under his as her climax continued to build, out of sync with the shockwaves that ran through her as his pelvis collided with hers. His balls churned and sweat stung his eyes as tension built in his flexing muscles, his heart hammered in his chest racing as if chasing hers, which he could feel he beating a frantic tattoo when his chest flattened her firm breasts.
Pete continued to pump and grind, pump and grind, harder and faster, plundering her depths for her pleasure and his. The bed creaked to add a counterpoint to the symphony of their panted breaths and the crescendos of their colliding bodies. If he had been thinking he would have realized they were making quite the racket, but all fear of discovery and his other doubts were lost. He was lost to everything else but her and what he wanted to give her. Claudia’s lithe, nubile body writhed under his, her skin, heated silk oiled with perspiration against his. Her quivers became tremors and rough little cries puffed from her lips as her short fingernails dug into the curves of his buttocks to spur him on. He growled in response, pulling at her hair a he deliberately took a longer and harder stroke, slamming into her.
His need for release was making itself known. His ass was clenched and the small of his back twitched with the growing tension. She drew her shapely legs up and wrapped them around him and something about the change of angle seemed to make all the difference. He seemed to find a new reserve of energy and pounded into her hard and fast. Her arms and legs flexed around him to keep pace while her cries increased in volume, but she muffled them against the side of his neck. ”Pete. Pete. Pete. Pete. Pete. Pete.” She repeated his name in rapid, hoarse succession before her body became a taut, shuddering bow pressing up from beneath him and her sex constricted into a blast furnace, squeezing, twisting vice while flooded around him at the same time.
Claudia started to scream, but at the last moment as her head flung back against his hand she bit it back and her release came out as a stuttering muffled squeak. Her climactic body humped up against his as the clenched sheath of her sex rippled and pulsed around him and with a heavy grunt he came undone. She squeaked again as his hips bucked and his cock expanded to expel the first spurt of his seed into her inviting core. Pleasure arched out from his loins with the release of sexual energy and tensed his body into an apposing bow to hers, pressing their connection even tighter together. Each spurt from his convulsing man staff sent a burst of electric delight flashing across his nerves and made his muscles twitch as they misfired trying to follow the command of his brain to keep driving into her.
He fought to catch his breath as the intensity of his climax began to wane. Claudia was panting and mewling beneath him. Her sex constricting and relaxing around him at random, just as her body twitched when it tensed and relaxed for random lengths of time as her orgasm continued to wreak havoc on her system. His orgasm ran its course, but his balls still tried to expel what was already spent, making him groan as her deliciously tight snatch continued to massage his length. He looked down at Claudia and couldn’t help grinning as with a sigh she finally relaxed. Her face was flushed and glistened with a sheen of sweat. Her kiss-swollen lips were curved in a lazy smile of satisfaction, joy and awe while her eyes were hooded.
The still-stiff points of her nipples pressed lightly into his chest, as she took deep slow breathes. His climax had robbed him of his energy and his arms shook with the effort of holding his weight off her even as he started the natural process of shrinking out of her. Pete groaned and with a burst of effort, pulled out of her, which drew a soft, protesting sound from her throat, and rolled off her to lie on his back next to her before he collapsed on top of her. They lay like that silent and relaxed and he might have surrendered to the lethargy of satiation and fallen asleep if his young lover hadn’t suddenly started drumming her heels on the bed well making muffled noises of excitement.
He turned his head to find that Claudia had her hand over her mouth as she did a horizontal dance of joy. Pete was only moderately ashamed that he liked what her little dance did to her breasts and that his dick responded with a little interested twitch. He squeezed his eyes tightly closed for a second and took a deep breath. He needed her to leave. It was a shitty thing to do, but he couldn’t trust himself. He had given her what she wanted and now he had wants of his own. Not just carnal desire, but he also wanted to gather her into his arms and show her the true intimacy of lovers. He wondered what it would be like to sleep with his body curled around her warm, petite form. It had been a long time for him.
“Wow… That was like… Is that how its supposed to be? Can it always be like that?” Claudia asked him excitedly as the bed stopped shaking. He opened his eyes to find her lying on her side, barely an inch separating her from him, her eyes were bright and danced merrily and her cheeks were still flushed. He tried to resist, but reached over and tucked a stray lock of her hair out of her face and behind her ear, her skin, smooth, hot and wonderfully feminine under his fingertips.
“Maybe not always, Claude… There are… Are lots of factors… It’s hard to explain. People don’t always… Always, click that way, especially the first time… We did… I… I just can’t tell you exactly why. I was trying, of course. I wanted you to have an orgasm, to show you how good sex can be, but trying… That’s not always a guarantee of making it happen. With guys it’s easier. We just… And would you stop me from babbling already?” He tried to answer her as best he could while he deliberately pulled his hand back and dropped his forearm over his eyes before he could fondle her tantalizingly close breast and robbing him of the sight of her sexy, beautiful post-coital glow and enthusiasm.
“Okay, I get that… Was it good for you?” she asked quietly and he could hear just a hint of nervousness that reminded him exactly how young she was. “God, yes. You were spectacular.” He told her without reservation or hesitation as he took his arm off his face. Her smile became a little sheepish, but it did brighten even further, which made him feel even more like a shit heel for doing what he did next. “Claude, it's getting kind of late, so maybe, you know, you should be getting back to your room. Maybe catch a shower. Not to put too fine a point on it, but we sort of reek of sex.” He suggested, trying to keep his tone casual.
She sniffed at the skin of her arm. “So that’s what that is. I kind of like it.” She noted. “Yeah, I guess it is kind of late. Oh, okay.” She agreed half-heartedly and he saw some of the light go out of her eyes as her shoulders slumped. Claudia suddenly perked up. “We could share a shower?” She proposed, her tone shy and sexy with promise at the same time and a series of images of Claudia wet, soapy and surrounded by steam flashed into his head. Pete surreptitiously pulled his foot back and drew up his leg to hide the slow resurgence of his erection.
“You have no idea how good that sounds, but you’ve really tuckered this poor, old guy out. I… I need to get my beauty sleep.” He responded with a light quip and a weary sigh that was only partially mock-regret. He hated to see her shoulders sag again. He never should have done it, now things were getting complicated because as much as he need her to leave he also wanted to grab her and kiss her and hold her and return that light and wonder to her dark, expressive eyes. “Okay… It has been a long night.” She admitted and he watched as she gave herself a little shake and then slid off his bed and started retrieving her clothing, what little there had been and started to dress. Out of a strange sense of propriety, once she had her panties on, he felt that it was wrong to remain naked and he found his boxers and donned them.
There was a sudden awkwardness between them as she dressed, her tight, luscious body once again disappearing behind material while he sat on the end of his bed admiring the wallpaper. He knew exactly what was under her clothes now and he just knew he was going to have a hard time, possibly quite literally looking at the scarlet-haired Warehouse apprentice in the future. He was also aware that he might have awoken something in her and as hot as it would be to explore that with her, he had to also make sure she understood that what they had done was a one-time deal. It had to be or else that way was madness. Her offer of a shared shower still haunted him.
“I guess I’ll be going then.” She said with uncertainty coloring her voice and he rose and turned to face her. He bit back a groan. Even covered up she looked exactly the way she looked for a young woman that had been enjoying sex, all sexy, beautiful, tussled and glowing. The term ‘Freshly Fucked’ came to mind although he didn’t equate what they had done as fucking. She looked good enough to eat, all over again. He swallowed hard to wet his once again dry throat. “Errrr… Look, Claudia, I…” He started, but she shut him up by pressing one of her fingers over his lips. He bit back another groan as he fought the urge to capture her finger and nip and suck at it. His stomach did a little flutter as he realized that she might have woken something in him that he had long since put into hibernation when he had joined Warehouse 13.
“Pete, shush. Please, don’t say anything more.” She reprimanded him softly and with out hostility. “Did you just shush me?” he asked incredulously when she removed her finger. “It was needed. You needed a good shushing.” Claudia informed him with a spark of sass that was so like the Claudia he had always known that it made him feel a little better about what they had done. Not much, but a little. Her straight white teeth bit into her lower lip for a moment and he remembered how that lip tasted, what it would taste like. “God, it’s like I’m a teenager again.” He chastised himself in disgust at his inability to control the direction of his thoughts or his libido. She took his hand and he let her lead him to the door of his room.
She turned the doorknob and opened the door just a crack before turning to face him. Pete knew he had to say something to make things clear, he just wasn’t sure exactly for whose benefit that was. “Pete.” She said his name softly, but with just a hint of warning as if reading his mind and his teeth clicked as he closed his mouth. She flashed him a little smile and then with her hand on his shoulder, she rose up on the tips of her toes and pressed a butterfly-light kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Peter.” She thanked him with soft sincerity and a tightening of her fingers on the curve of his shoulder and before he could make any comment, she slipped out the door and was gone. The click of the door closing behind her was strangely loud in the silence while the warmth of her kiss and her delicious scent lingered while her words echoing in his ears.
Pete realized he was staring at the door and with a shake, turned and went back to his bed. He blinked at the rumpled bedding and the unmistakable wet spot their tryst had left behind. He’d have to launder the sheets himself, there was no way Lena would not recognize what they smelled like and that would lead to awkward questions. It dawned on him that they had been making quite a bit of noise towards the end and he wondered if anyone had heard, so there might be questions anyway. He sighed, but smiled as he touched his cheek where she’d kissed. He might burn in hell, but he could do so happily.
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