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Peter Petrelli

**IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG SO SORRYYYYY
REQUESTS ARE OPEN I NEEEEEED REQUESTS
And I don't know much about football so this is just from memory that I do know.
Help for this idea from JustALittleTrekkie **

Peter Petrelli had always been a sports fan. That all started when he would sit down Sunday's and watch a game of football on the TV. Rarely did his friends join him, occasionally his brother, never his father. Just him, a bowl of snacks, a few sodas, and the game.

When you first met him as teenagers, he invited you over to watch the game. You'd never been a big sports fan, but you had a massive crush on Peter so you agreed. The two of you sat together and watched the game, every so often you needed to have the game explained to you.

Peter not only enjoyed watching the game, but he also was the star quarterback on the high school team. Once you two started dating, you were now one of the football players girlfriends. The title didn't mean much, but it still was cool. Especially since you weren't involved in any sports. Unless you call sitting at home and reading, including binge watching your favorite shows, a sport.

"It's hot out." You complain, wiping the sweat from your forehead. You were wearing shorts and one of Peter's old football jerseys from last year. He was wearing his current one as well as shorts.

"It's not that bad." Peter remarked, jogging in place. You sighed, your lungs aching from being out of breath. You didn't understand how athletes did it. Although, if you actually had a passion in a sport, you'd do the same.

"It's soooo hot out." You whine, only to be met by a kiss on the lips.

"There will be more of those if you keep trying to learn the game a little." Peter smirked, kissing your cheek before taking a few steps back with a football in hand.

He tossed it to you gently, yet you failed to catch it and it hit you in the face. "Ow!"

"I'm so sorry!" Peter yelled, running over and looking at your face. A small bruise was forming just under your eye. "I'm so sorry."

"I was never beautiful to begin with." You say, shrugging your shoulders. Peter looked almost hurt.

"What are you talking about.  You're the most beautiful person ever to exist." Peter insisted, taking one hand in yours and the other gently placed on you face, cupping your cheek. His thumb lightly ran over the bruise as he kissed your lips.

The kiss was soft, almost as if it wasn't there. But you knew it was, you could feel the heat and the gentle touch, as well as the passion and power. You moved closer, continuing to kiss him.

Thunder cracked and rain began to pour, dousing the grass and your clothes in water. "It's not too hot anymore." You joke, kissing Peter again as water streamed down your faces.

"It's always hot when you're around. Your hotness just makes everything else hot." Peter told you, causing your heart to flutter once again. The mud eventually killed the traction of your shoes and you both slipped, Peter landing on you.

Neither of you dared to move, you just stared into each other's eyes. Before you spoke, Peter once again kissed you. It was yet another kiss in the rain, this one just as romantic as the last one and the few to come.

"Footballs not so bad." You say, kissing him again. Peter laughed, you could feel the rumble in his chest.

"It's the sport of kings." Peter murmured, standing up, but not before picking you up. He carried you inside and set you down, going upstairs to get you your spare pair of clothes. Only a catch, he took your shirt and gave you one of his to wear.

The rest of the night was spent cuddling and watching movies, trying to get warm. There was plenty of kissing too. Never enough kissing.