| Appearences by: | Elle, HRG, and Sylar |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | N/A |
| Date: | April 15, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
Warning: The following includes amazing sex scenes, the waters flowing from an Electric Vixen were so strong that they flood half the globe.
Elle
Elle had known Gabriel Gray for merely two days before she felt that she loved him, two days is all it took for her to become enamored by him and surrender her virginity to him and he the same. She had slept over to be closer to him, because he was the only thing that she genuinely cared about. She was still lying in his bed, fully awake but not finding the energy to get up, all she could do was stare upwards at the ceiling. The both of them still smelled of sex as they'd neglected to take showers afterwards, too busy rushing to meet each other again. A content sigh was given as she turned over on her side to face him.::
Sylar
He was still dreaming. Frankly, they were kind of embarrassing, pleasant, but embarrassing. And when he awoke, he would deny ever having them (dreaming of Elle, his angel). Not to mention the fact that his body was still in a high state of pleasure due to the sex, the first for either of them. It had felt so right. He heard a weird noise, but he assumed it was just the neighbor. Who knew what he did in the privacy in his own home? He shook a little, who was he to talk? He snuggled deeper into his pillow, finding it strange that he could sleep so late. He was normally up much earlier. But then again, it was never that he had sex, too.::
Elle
She watched him as he awoke and went back to snuggling against that pillow. It was so much fun watching his reactions, so much fun in fact that she couldn't help the girlish giggle that escaped from her. "Morning, sleepy bear." She greeted with a smile on her face. Gosh, who'd ever thought that sex could be so amazing. Painful, but amazing. She truly felt as if she'd given a part of her very soul to Gabriel, Bennet had been wrong about him. He wasn't a killer, he wasn't a bad person. All he really wanted was a normal life, and to be honest… she was beginning to think that having one didn't sound so bad.::
Sylar
Suddenly, out of a near comatose sleep, he heard a voice, directly over his left ear. He was ashamed to admit that he made a very unmanly noise and jumped about six inches off the bed in his fright. Who the?— As quickly as he could he turned around. Only to see said dreamt of angel looking at him with affection and amusement flickering in those chipper blue eyes. "God………" he murmured, placing a hand to his heart, as if to assure his organ that it was necessary to begin pumping again, "Elle. You scared me!" Dazzling pillow talk, Gabriel. Smooth talker, you are, he thought.::
Elle
Rather than think him awkward as any normal person would've, Elle found him to be very funny and entertaining. Chuckling some more, she snuggled against his pillow, his warmth still on it. A warmth that she found herself undeniably attached to. "Sorry," she stated still with a smile on her face. It hadn't been her intention to scare him, but since she did apparently she may as well enjoy the spectacle. Sitting up she walked over to him on her knees, the soft surface of the mattress making this rather comfortable. "Lay back down? Please?" She asked grabbing him by the hand and tugging him slightly.::
Sylar
Cardiovascular system online? Check. Now that she mentioned it, he, uh, felt a little awkward standing there stark naked. Brain capacity? A sliver, but still a check. Some lover you are, he thought. "Why are you smiling?" He asked as he came to lay down again, facing her, a grin twisting one side of his lips as he did so. He wrapped himself in the sheets and tried not to do any of the following: stare at her barely outlined figure under the sheet, blush from embarrassment, or do something else equally klutzy or say something stupid to make her leave sooner than she should. Because he really didn't want her to leave. God, who knew she could look better after sex? Her hair was a tussled sexy mess, she practically glowed with……Something and she must just look great getting out of bed every morning. He couldn't take credit for that. Surely he hadn't been that good? A fumbling virgin, look what she had to look forward to. He'd probably scarred her for life, she'd be completely chaste for the rest of her life, forget having sex with him again! "Um, why are you still here? I thought you…….might have left……," he finished lamely. He didn't mean to be rude, but he was honestly, and literally surprised to wake up to her shining face i the morning after.::
Elle
"I'm smiling because I'm happy. Happy to be here with you." As he laid down she found herself scooting closer to him, enjoying the closeness, once again she was embraced by the familiar heat of his body. All Gabriel really needed to do was be himself, well… maybe that's what he was doing which was why he was incredibly awkward right now. After she left to go get a change of clothes she really didn't bother combing her hair, it just didn't seem as important. Rather than scar her for life she was actually anticipating the moment they'd get to do it again. "Well,… you asked me to stay the night, remember? So that's what I did." Gabriel really needed to have more confidence in himself, was it really hard to believe that she agreed to stay with him for a night? Reaching forward she allowed her hands to roam along his bare chest, enjoying the musculature.::
Sylar
"Oh, yeah, I remember, yeah, you did," he snuggled into her, enjoying her warmth. She was incredibly soft. She began to run her hands over his chest, just feeling. And it felt nice. It made him feel……great. Made him feel……..well, like a hero or something. "And I'm really glad you did!" he said leaning in to peck her on the cheek, "It was a pleasant surprise……..literally, but very pleasant." He propped himself up on an elbow to look at her, exploring his chest. He reached out his other hand to begin caressing her hair, gently combing his fingers through it, careful of the tangles in it. Now that he thought of it, his own hair must look like it survived…………well, sex. And it probably hadn't survived in all likelihood. But if she kept looking at him like that, he just might make a habit out of it.::
Elle
"No trust me, I'm really glad that you invited me to stay in the first place. My night most definitely would've been boring other wise." Staring at a dull white Company wall really didn't have its perks. The kiss to her cheek caused a blush to creep up on her face, as she looked away for a bit. Looks like he wasn't the only one who was shy. She continued to touch all over his chest, his hands could be felt in her hair and she thoroughly enjoyed it. "So…. um…" She found herself to be a bit tongue tied. "What are you going to do today?" Hopefully whatever he said, she was included as well.::
Sylar
He'd made her blush. He hoped that was a good thing. "Uh, I don't really have a plan. We could do something? If you're not busy that is," he inquired curiously, then hastened to add the last part. He didn't want to pressure her. He knew he was kind of needy, but she made him feel incredible when he was around her, he didn't want her (or it) to leave. "I'm not going to work today after the……incident," he shook his head, as if to clear it of some bad memory, and a bad memory it was, "We could get breakfast? Or go see a movie? Or walk around? Go to a museum? Whatever you want. I'm an open page for pretty blondes to distract!", he said, hoping she didn't have to work today, or go anywhere. He'd love to just spend the rest of the day with her, making him forget. And she did a really great job of it, too.::
Elle
"Nope, no plans for me." She was delighted that he wanted to spend more time with her. Elle liked the fact that Gabriel was needy, it made her feel wanted, important and most significantly, special. "Let's try not to think about that, okay? It's all behind you now." To reiterate the fact that she was okay with him killing a man and looking inside of his skull she leaned forward and chastely pecked up on the lips. Given the way they were acting it was as if they were unaware they hadn't had sex the previous day. Elle had never done any of those things that he listed and she was dying to try each and every one of them. "Um… all that really does sound great, Gabriel. I just don't know which one I want to do." Trip to the museum was a bit boring but something told her that he'd enjoy that, and thus she would too. He could probably educate her on a thing or two. As for a movie they could always do that later tonight or any other time. "How about the museum?"::
Sylar
Well, of course he acted like they hadn't had sex. It still hadn't really sunk in yet. Not only had he had sex, but with a beautiful woman, and not just a beautiful woman, it was Elle. The woman, no, angel who'd saved him. "Museum? Sure! Do you need more rest or do you want to go now? It doesn't matter to me." She'd given him a quick kiss back. This was going even better than he expected! She must like him at least a little. "It was pretty exhausting for me, let alone you…….yesterday." Whatever you do, Gabriel, just don't blush! He told himself fiercely, you can do this! "Oh. I didn't even think about clothes and all that! Do we need to stop by your place to get anything?" That could be fun. Seeing where Elle lived. He didn't want to rush, he just wanted to make her comfortable. He didn't know much about women in general, let alone Elle, but he figured that they wouldn't want to walk around all day in day-old clothes or, he supposed the alternative was, their…..lovers'? clothes. Which would be gigantic on her. But he bet she could pull it off.
Elle
"Let's stay here for just a bit longer." Of course she liked him, more than liked him in fact, shouldn't that be obvious after she let him do what he did to her. It wasn't like she was under the influence of drugs or anything, she knew exactly who she was having sex with and there truly couldn't have been a better man. He may have been trying not to blush, but Elle couldn't help herself. He just had some weird effect on her. "Remember I brought clothes here, silly. I just need to take a shower and get dressed." To be honest she never really thought much of him wanting to see where it was she lived exactly. She could only hope Bennet had some type of plan just in case he asked. For no reason in particular other than wanting him badly, she kissed him again, biting her lip. She'd never been this intimate with a boy before, so she was unsure if he'd shove her away or not.::
Sylar
"Oh, yeah." What was it about Elle that made his brain short-circuit? All that really mattered when she was around was her. His ugly, dark past became nonexistent when she was present. Then she kissed him again, he thought he'd flatlined. She tasted so good, felt better, and looked fantastic. He kissed back, blissfully happy. He was a semi-normal man, with re-awakened hormones and a bad case of……What did he have? Anyway, he was not going to push her away. Ever. And whoever told her that a guy would, or if she found a guy that would, all she had to do was whistle him up and he would gladly deck him for her. Actually, he may suggest that they remain in bed for the rest of the day. But that would probably offend her, so he said it teasingly, "You keep doing that and we won't get very far," keeping his tone light so she knew he was half-joking. "But I'll go call and see what time the museum closes." He kissed her again, honestly, this was getting addicting, and made to grab his boxers and get up.::
Elle
"Oh? Well, I wont exactly mind." Staying in bed with him really wasn't a bad thing, especially if another round of sex was what she was going to get. "Okay, you go ahead and do that." She wouldn't hinder him this time, getting up right about now was a good thing. Being a company girl she knew the importance of rising early, and the two of them had definitely slept in. He had such broad shoulders she noted as he stood. "Maybe I should go take a shower or something," technically she still had his essence all over her and that definitely needed to come off before she went outside. Going in her bag she'd take out a few things before heading towards the bathroom, the sound of water rushing out was heard soon after.::
Sylar
Pulling up his boxers, he heard her walk to the bathroom after rummaging around in her bag, and heard her step into the shower. He did, however sneak a peek at her own backside, and liked what he saw. He went to his phone in the kitchen to call the museum, as he said. Dialing the number he found in the phone book, he thought at how weird the situation was. So normal. He liked it. He'd only known her how many days now? But it seemed so natural, like an easy rhythm. He also mused that he needed a shower of his own before they left. He asked the receptionist what time they closed and she told him four o'clock. They had plenty of time, no hurry at all. He thanked her and hung up. He leaned against the kitchen counter for a moment, listening to the sound of the shower. Breakfast! He should make breakfast. What did she like? He didn't know, so he'd just make her his usual pancakes and if she didn't like that he'd either make her something else or they could get something out. He went about his usual routine, setting out the ingredients, heating the stove, stirring the mix, lost in his own happy thoughts.::
Elle
Before he knew it the sound of the water shutting off was heard. Stepping out of the bathroom, Elle found herself drawn to that delicious aroma. "Is that pancakes I smell?" One thing Gabriel would notice about her however was that she wasn't dressed at all, she merely had a dark blue towel wrapped around her frame, a towel that he'd immediately recognize as his own. "I love pancakes!" Leaning against the doorway she stared at him looking him up and down. My did he look good in nothing but boxers.::
Sylar
Again, he was slightly startled, although to a much lesser degree than before, upon hearing her voice. Years of solitude will do that to you. But it was all right, he enjoyed new challenges. "Yes, it is. Really, you do? I didn't know, so I th-…..", he trailed off when he turned around. Wow. He'd never considered bath towels to be so……..sexual before. Or they might just look good on Elle, he didn't know. And the thought that they were his? Made it even sexier. Clearing his throat, not from nervousness, but from the realization that he'd been staring, "…..-I thought I'd make some. What do you like with them?", this could be so much fun, just getting to know what the other liked on their pancakes! It was probably stupid but he enjoyed it.::
Elle
It seemed that he really liked her appearance given his sudden awkwardness. To be honest, she didn't even have a clue what it was she was doing. The Company didn't exactly hold privacy dear to them, so she figured that the rest of the world probably felt the same way. Visible cleavage was shown from the top of that towel as she moved closer to him. "Sausage or eggs would be nice… if it's not too much trouble." And to think she actually found herself minding her manners around him. "So Gabriel, tell me a bit more about yourself, like how old are you? I'm twenty-three." He looked to be in his late twenties to her but she could be mistaken.::
Sylar
"I don't have sausage, but I do have eggs. How do you like them? Anything in them?" It was a little weird, he'd never considered how much fun food, or even just cooking could be, when you had someone to share it with. Now she was asking about him. She didn't know yet how much she didn't want to know. "Um, not much to tell, I was born and raised in Queens, my father left when I was a kid, my mother is agoraphobic, that means she doesn't like to leave the house, my birthday is June second, and I'm 27." He finished his recitation along with the pancakes, he turned to her and gave her a bright smile, before going to the fridge to get the eggs.::
Elle
"Fried please! And pepper would be awesome!" She sang. Nodding her head she immediately found herself absorbing everything that he told her. Isn't that what most people did, when they kinda sorta liked someone? "Oh I see…" His smile truly made her day, and she found herself giving him one just as vibrant as his. She wanted to share something with him as well but she didn't know exactly what it was she was supposed to tell him. Much of her childhood she pretty much didn't remember. She'd been moving around with her father for as long as she could remember. Maybe she could start with that. "Well… I was born here in New York but I moved around a lot. My mother died when I was young and my dad raised me as a single parent. And my birthday's February eighteenth." There that wasn't so hard.::
Sylar
Well, he couldn't tell she'd had difficulty sharing that small bit of information with him. He liked her, she liked him. End of story. His face fell a little at the thought that her mother had died, while his had only left. "I'm sorry. That's a terrible thing to have in common." He'd returned with the eggs and began to fry them, adding in pepper, like she'd asked. He could really get used to this. He tried to lighten the mood, "February, huh? That must kinda suck, since its so cold."::
Elle
She just shrugged, "I don't really remember her all that well so it's not that bad." That was pretty much a lie, what she did remember of her mother she loved, dearly. Even though it saddened her it wasn't as if she was emotionally capable of crying over it. Things happened. That was life. "Yeah I guess so, I don't really celebrate my birthday so it's just a regular old day to me." Her stomach began to grow audibly as she saw him drop the eggs in the pan, looks like she was hungrier than she thought originally.::
Sylar
Every word out of her lovely mouth just made him sadder. She was special and deserved to be treated as such. Not knowing her mother? He didn't know if that was better or worse. The next thing she said, nearly had him dropping eggs and spatula alike. "Didn't celebrate-? Why not?", he asked in utter shock. He understood about her father being a single-father and all, but to do that to her? It was a father's job to look after his child and try his very best to ensure her every happiness. Starting with birthdays.::
Elle
"Well…" she really didn't know what to say. "I use to celebrate my birthday when I was younger but as I got older, it just… I dunno. It slowly started to stop existing." Elle would have loved to celebrate her birthday like any regular person, but her father deemed them to be too childish and insisted that top agents shouldn't worry about silly things like birthdays. Naturally wanting to be the best, Elle went along with what he was saying but she couldn't help but be sad. Here she was getting nothing when everyone else her age was showered with gifts and money. "You actually celebrate your birthday?" It sounded ruder than she had intended. "It's just that you don't seem like the type, so I was just wondering."
Sylar
Fading out of existence? A birthday? The day when a father should always remember as the day he was gifted with a wonderful child? "That's crazy, Elle. I don't know what your father was thinking." And, boy, would he love to know, too. It made him so angry at the thought. It was a good thing she'd distracted him with her next question, which she'd asked quite boldly. He had to grin, that was Elle. "Surprising, I know. But my mother is………very religious. So she insisted that we have birthdays, so we remember Christmas and everything." He blushed, thinking about it, returning to the eggs, which were almost finished. How embarrassing. But she'd asked. He really didn't like being associated with his mother, especially in that particular context. Even more so now. Murder, attempted suicide, and now sex? Definitely not now.::
Elle
"Oh…" Elle wasn't one for religion or anything herself, so she really didn't get why people were so entranced by made up characters. Christmas was also a holiday she was only vaguely familiar with, though she did get the occasional gold trinket from her father every now and then. The blush on Gabriel's face was so cute, but she didn't know why he was doing it. Was it something she said? She looked down at her chest to make sure her chest wasn't peeking through from the top of her towel and she was covered up. Maybe he just thought something super embarrassing. "I better go get dressed." Turning around she walked back to the bedroom and got dressed in a t-shirt and bra leaving the door wide open.::
Sylar
He'd hoped she hadn't noticed his blush, but the odds were against him. The thought of his mother and religion combined with the woman he'd just had passionate sex with was more than awkward enough, anyway. He was having a lot of difficulty wrapping his mind around the fact that he'd probably have to take Elle to meet his mother eventually. Truth be told, he was a little embarrassed of his mother. He didn't need any help in that department. But he had most certainly noticed her breasts peeking out over the towel, his towel. The only reason he wasn't still staring was because he'd forced himself, with an iron will, to focus on making them breakfast. She said she'd go put some clothes on, with which he vehemently disagreed, but she had to sometime. He couldn't take her to the museum in a towel. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, noticing that she's left the door open. He swallowed hard. Was she trying to tempt him? Either way, she was doing a fine job of it. ::
Elle
She wasn't trying to tempt him or anything, she'd just been extremely careless, not really realizing that he could be watching her from the kitchen. He wasn't the only one who managed to get in a few peeks however, she'd been staring down at his crotch for a bit especially when it seemed he wasn't paying attention. Good thing he wouldn't actually be able to tell if she was horny or not, he however wasn't so lucky. Couldn't exactly hide an erection in boxers. There was so much sexual tension in the air, time would only tell though which one of them would act on it. Last time it had been him when he kissed her, so perhaps he'd do it again. Walking back into that kitchen with him she'd stare at him as he made food. "Looks good," she stated, whether she was talking about him or the food however would only have to be left up to the imagination.
Sylar
Her comment shocked him a bit. The food? What else could look good. Then he realized a certain part of his anatomy had been reacting without his permission to the sight of Elle in a towel and the thought, just the thought, of her leaving the door open while she changed. Was it too pathetic to have an erection after waking up from sex? Of that the erection was just from a woman, well, not just any woman, in a towel? He was getting greedy, but he was comforted at the thought that his second attempt (his first attempt had been in high school and had pretty much set the rest of his lack of love life) to kiss a girl had been successful and she hadn't slapped him and/or run out. He was quite proud. About the kiss, not the erection. He turned his head slowly to her, realizing that he couldn't really turn all the way around to face her. "Yeah, it does.", he said a little husky, before clearing his throat. He needed to get a grip and fast! He didn't want her to think he was just one of those guys who only thought about sex, because he wasn't, honestly. It was a very new development.::
Elle
Well Elle didn't really care about the erection she figured it was a good thing, it meant they both were on the same page and found the other to be attractive. How delightful! The chemistry between the two was incredibly undeniable and she wasn't so sure it had to do with her being there when the rope "broke" or anything. Gabriel really did intrigue her, he excited her curiosity in ways unimaginable. Everything that he did she found herself loving. How nervous he got, the way he cleared his throat when he was thinking inappropriate thoughts. Elle knew that Gabriel was different from the guys who only had sex on the brain, different from any guy period. He was unique and incredibly special.::
Sylar
He realized he's have to turn around sooner or later, he's just end up making more of a fool of himself the longer he stayed standing there, now that the eggs were finished and on a plate. There was some sort of…….something in the air, like when after he'd first kissed her. He couldn't place it. She had a strange look on her face, she was staring at him pretty intently. He supposed that was a good thing. He took a deep breath. Good enough to try again? Or would he be pushing it? He turned around, color still high lighting his cheeks, "Elle," he asked walking towards her and the table, this probably wasn't the right time for this, but he had to ask, "Why did you save me?" Was he hoping to distract her from his body or get an actual answer, he didn't know. Then he noticed her looking…….great. She'd definitely noticed. But staring…….? He found himself looking down as well, wondering what she could be looking at, besides his obvious stiff member. She'd seen it before, what was so special about it now?::
Elle
Lower lip was bit as she kept that head tilted slightly. To think that he was all hers. She did agree to be his girlfriend after all, and this was well the first time she had been anyone's girlfriend. Her of all people having a boyfriend, and a sexy one at that was just unbelievable. They exchanged "I love you"s yesterday and they were still acting like shy little kids around one another. He turned to look at her and she found her heart beat quickening but in a good way. "Huh?" She hadn't expected him to ask that. "Well like I told you before, you needed my help and I couldn't leave you like that. It would've been wrong." Yeah she kind of noticed his bulge and was still staring at it occasionally but mostly she was just looking into his eyes. For one it was special because it was his, and it was the very first one to ever be inside of her. It ranked very high on the relevancy scale.::
Sylar
He asked again because he still wasn't sure whether he believed her or not, only on that count. Okay, so what if he'd looked at her from head to toe? She got to stare, so why shouldn't he? They were standing pretty close now, mesmerized by each other's body, lost in the others' eyes. It was a little surreal. It would be accurate to say that the food had been forgotten, at least by him. "Would it?" He said lightly with a grin. He was meanwhile furiously thinking of ways to seduce her. It would be rude if she had to make the move, after all. He did it once, he could do it again. "I guess it would, even if only for the sake of the sex yesterday." He said, leaning in to rasp it in her ear. That way she could back off politely. Signals, he thought, it was all about signals. And they were both woefully ignorant of them.::
Elle
One small, delicate hand reached out to touch him on his biceps as she rubbed his arm affectionately. She stared at what she was doing and back up at him to see if he'd liked it or not. "Yeah." She answered, voice whispery. Elle had no idea what this was about to turn into but she liked it, a lot. He leaned in and said those words and she felt her cheeks flush immediately. Sometimes when he came onto her it was like he was a completely different person and she liked it just as much as she liked the dorky side of him. Backing up wasn't something she intended to do. She swallowed still unsure of what it was she was expected to do.::
Sylar
Like he knew? Her rubbing his biceps was the last straw. Leaning in and whispering, he saw her shudder. He took that as a good thing, so he continued his forward motion until his soft lips met her softer neck. Waiting for any indication of displeasure, which he did not receive, he continued, kissing gently, up and down the column of her white neck. It still amazed him that skin could taste so good. But he still wanted more, he didn't care if they ended up having sex at all today, he just wanted to touch and taste her. He would be happy with that. Bringing his hand up to hold her jaw on the opposite side of his mouth, brushing her hair back from her shoulders, he began to give her wetter kisses, opening his mouth a little more. Letting just the tip of his tongue come out to taste her. She tasted like sugar cookies, he thought. He still listened attentively for any sign that she didn't want this. But she was making cute little noises and felt her balance waver a bit, so he assumed he was doing good. He knew he enjoyed it.::
Elle
Those lips of his made contact with her neck, and she found herself gasping, eyes closing as she let him do whatever it was he wanted to her. Her neck was one of her most sensitive areas so he was hitting all the right buttons. He moved her hair to the side and became more forceful in his kisses obviously gaining more confidence in what he was doing. His tongue snaking out to pleasure her felt amazing, it made her think of when he'd eaten her out on the living room floor yesterday. Sex was definitely on her brain at this point. Letting off tiny whimpers as he continued his assault of her neck, she wrapped her arms around him hugging him closer to her. "Oh Gabriel…" Her own hands started to glide against his bare back. The wetness between her legs began to increase, dampening those panties of hers. Looks like she'd have to change again.::
Sylar
She'd moaned his name. That was a definite 'yes'. He began a mild attack of her throat, pulling her hair a bit to tilt her head back. Tongue tasting and lips sucking he made his way to the junction of her neck and shoulder, nibbling there for a moment. Her hands on his back felt wonderful, but he wanted her hands everywhere on him. He brought his lips up to hers, moaning himself into her delicious mouth. Oh, he remembered eating her out, alright. He couldn't wait to do it again, but right now, if she'd let him, he had other plans right now. Something he's always wanted to try, but never had a woman to do it with. He guessed you could call it a fantasy of his. Not that he had many. He'd never thought about it much, if at all.::
Elle
Those nibbles were most satisfying but what was even more satisfying was his lips against hers. Hungrily she returned his kiss, putting as much love and passion into it as possible. His moans were a definite turn on. Her hands roamed from his back all the way down the waistband of his boxers. God she wanted those to come off badly. With her left hand still at his waistband her right would reach inside and grope his large cock. She loved the way it felt in her hands yesterday and today was certainly no different.::
Sylar
He was beyond the point of no return now. Especially when she kissed him back, practically devouring his lips. One of her hands was on his hip, the other had reached down……."Uh!", was his grunted response. That felt so good, her soft small, warm hands stroking him, giving him some much needed friction. He began to back her towards the bed, never removing his lips form hers, as if he could. He felt bold and shoved his tongue into her mouth, rather inelegantly. She tasted sweet, he began probing at the confines of her oral cavity, groaning louder. He began to thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, letting her suck on it as it moved. It only turned him on more. The thought of her vagina's suction on his cock was driving him crazy. He'd moved his hand to the elastic of her panties, digging his thumb in and pulling down slightly, not removing it yet. The other continued around her body to grasp her derriere, cupping and caressing, even sliding around to rub her thighs. Her body made his brain flatline. He hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself by cumming again too soon, like yesterday, or swearing, even though he liked doing both.::
Elle
She pumped him a bit more, knowing how much he enjoyed the feeling of that. Her lithe frame was being pushed all the way to the bedroom now, her body falling backwards causing him to land on top of her. Their lips never broke apart. Getting bolder by the second he decided to up the ante some putting his tongue in her mouth. It was certainly different from what she expected but she craved it nonetheless. "Oh, Gabriel!" She whimpered in between breaths. Panties began to slide down slightly but still remaining on, and his touches became much more aggressive. God, she wanted him inside of her right now, what was taking him so long?::
Sylar
Frankly, he was still debating whether or not he should try something with her. He wanted to see her face during sex, at least this time, so he tabled his fantasy for the time being. Another idea popped up in its place. She was whimpering, all but begging him to take her, make love to her. So he hauled her up by her hips further into the bed, following immediately. He began to give her swift kisses, mouth, neck, shoulder wherever he could reach. He sat up on his knees, leaning back on his heels and yanked her up so she straddled his hips, his hard, hot penis was trapped between them. He returned to her lips, licking them, sucking them, before pulling at her shirt.::
Elle
His vigorous sexual appetite was certainly something unexpected. Well after years of not getting any until yesterday she wasn't really surprised by that. That was after all the reason she was so addicted to having sex with him now. Further into the bed she went, her Gabriel placing amazingly tender kisses filled with love all over her body. The kisses on her neck and shoulder caused her to giggle, someone was obviously ticklish. She watched as he got on his knees, and using strength she didn't know he possessed he pulled her into his lap, she could basically feel her whole body lift up from off of the bed. Slender legs were now wrapped around him, that large dick pressed against the front of her heat. More kisses followed before he went pulling at her shirt, obviously he wanted the fabric to come off. She couldn't agree with him more, so she took her arms to aid him in taking it off. She decided not to wear a bra so her bare breast were exposed to him. She was only in the house after all. Leaning forward she went back to kissing him, tongue parting those sexy lips of his, engaging his own pink muscle in a frantic dance.::
Sylar
Her weight was held off the bed by one arm wrapped around her waist. Her tongue in his mouth felt fantastic, she was more aggressive than he thought, but he hardly cared. When she took of her shirt he felt a jolt at the sight of her bare, perfectly round breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra! He could get used to that. He sucked on her tongue, moaning as he did so, before he broke away, panting, gasping for breath, and bent to nibble and mouth at her breasts. His other hand came up to play with the other warm, soft globe, pinching, very gently at her nipple. She arched away from him, giving him more access. He looked up at her, seeing her hair thrown back, her hair tickling his thighs. "Oh, Elle……", he groaned. He began to grind into her, inadvertently rubbing against her clit. She let out a loud groan, and he remembered that tiny button that had given her so much pleasure yesterday, when he'd eaten her. He felt her wetness, a little surprised that he'd managed to arouse her so quickly, let alone so much.::
Elle
A girl could truly get use to this every now and then: hot, smart guy with a sexy body. He attacked her breast and she moaned out loud panting heavily. Oh god she loved it when he pinched and pulled on her nipples, his large hand massaging the other. "Ga-Gabriel… please don't stop…" Her head was thrown back, eyes closed. There was only one thing to do and that was to let the delightful sensations take hold of her. "Gabriel…." She moaned his name in response to him. Grinding into her she felt the incredible stimulation being done to her clit. That long rod hitting her in just the right places and it hadn't even penetrated her folds yet. Elle had been aroused since they were making out in the kitchen, and now even more so. "Take me Gabriel…" She looked into his eyes, certainty ever present within her ocean colored hues. "Please." She begged, and begging wasn't something she was ever use to doing. She'd always been one to take what it was that she wanted without guilt. Gabriel was different though, he deserved respect. Moving her chest against his she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, enjoying the feeling.::
Sylar
Take her. He intended go give it to her. He had no idea what a big deal it was for her to beg, he really didn't know her all that well yet, the facts anyway, but he felt like he already knew her. He never broke eye contact with her after she'd said his name, and with a gasp, he reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing them both. She'd lain her head on his shoulder, allowing him access to her throat and neck again, which he took advantage of. He placed his lips in the middle of her throat and sucked, feeling the vibrations of her throat through his lips, it made them tingle a bit. He pushed his cock in a bit, still mindful of her pain the last time around, just a bit. He swiveled his hips, rotating them to stimulate her as well as stretch her out a bit so he could fit in. He smelled her scent, he couldn't really describe it, but he liked it. Moaning as she sucked him into her, he gasped into her ear, bringing his hand up to caress her hair and hold the back of her head to him.::
Elle
Swollen dick head was at her entrance, she just felt all tingly all over, electricity rushing throughout her veins. God she wanted to tell him about her ability so bad but she didn't want him to be mad. It was bad enough trying to keep it under control while being sexually stimulated as is. The sparks that did radiate from off of her were barely noticeable, so tiny in fact that he may think of it as a simple trick of the eyes. Entering her slowly she gasped and whimpered in pain, pain which he seemed all to aware of as he was doing his best to alleviate it. Lips at her throat provided a nice distraction though. "Gabriel…" she whined out trying to be brave again. Last time he penetrated her she started to cry, and it looked as if the same thing was going to happen again. He caressed her gently, a gesture she very much appreciated. His own scent was filling her nostrils as she still had her face buried into his neck. It could be described as pleasant, masculine, and so very Gabriel it was unmistakable.::
Sylar
"Oh, Elle, its okay, it going to be okay, I promise." He kept up this steady litany of comfort while he tried his best to gently open her up, wetness not withstanding. She felt so good, and she only had the tip of him inside her, but she was so incredible tight on him, it was taking everything he could do not to just shove in. But he continued making rolls of his hips, gently, pushing in a few centimeters more each time. He pulled away from her throat to look at her, seeing her eyes were a bit shiny, he knew how much she was hurting. 'I'm sorry," he whispered with small frown, "I'm so sorry." He kissed her then, trying to make it still pleasurable for her, lips coming down hard, demanding her attention, her focus. Licking around her lips and mouth, he continued moaning and gasping, desperate to be inside of her one way or other.::
Elle
That desperation was truly something she could feel, not that she minded, the feeling was all too mutual. "Gabriel…" She was going to tell him that it was alright not to worry about it, but she just couldn't get the words out. Her eyes though would indicate to him that she wanted it just as badly as she did. Elle knew that as well as he did that he'd never try to purposely hurt her. Slowly but surely he was sinking inside of her, her walls stretching to what felt like capacity. Admittedly though this position made it way easier to take him than laying flat on her back yesterday.::
Sylar
He may have been desperate, but no pleasure was worth her tears. "Tell me if you need me to stop" he muttered, pleading into her mouth, his lips keeping contact with some part of her at all times. She was so wet, practically dripping down his aching cock, adding just another layer of stimulation. He leaned back on one hand, tilting her the other direction, so she leant over him, which gave him a free hand. This he placed between them. Rubbing both his straining shaft and his knuckles bumping against her clit, near teasing, but not enough to satisfy. Anything to distract her. Pain was not an option. "Oh, Elle." he managed to grunt out, sinking deeper into her tight heat, "You feel so good." The urge to buck up into her from this angle was nearly overwhelming.::
Elle
The fact that she was still so wet and turned on despite the fact that the pain was excruciating really did say a lot about her. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she not like it? Eyes had been closed, but once they opened up she immediately knew why. It was Gabriel that was doing this to her, making love to her, of course she loved it. In an effort to help ease her pain he went switching positions. A loud moan burst from her lips as she felt that clitoral stimulation. When had he gotten so good at this? Maybe knowing how things worked applied to sex as well, then again he was amazing at it yesterday. "More…" she whimpered begging to have more of that thick meat inside of her. Lips continued to engage with his, tongue at war with his own.::
Sylar
More? She was crying, then saying his name, although to be fair, her moans could have been form pain or pleasure, he couldn't really tell, then she wanted more? Alright. He leaned back farther, this time resting his weight on his elbow and forearm and giving his hips a firm pumps inside, halfway in. He remembered he'd gotten in last night, but from here it didn't seem like she'd be able to take the rest. He rubbed between their legs furiously, craning his neck upwards to maintain their kiss. When her tongue came out, shoving deep into his mouth, practically down his throat, he let out a loud groan, which he was sure she could feel in her own throat, before sucking it deeper, lips wrapped heatedly around hers. She gave a little whimper at his thrust, he still couldn't tell if that was good or bad, but the way things were going he wasn't sure he'd ever know, so he gave another, a little harder, shoving in three-quarters of his stiff weeping dick. The cock-head was so engorged he could feel it scrape inside of her, rubbing her wet, swollen walls, pushing inward towards her womb, his eventual goal.::
Elle
Just as she requested more of that dick went traveling inside of her. As he groaned into her mouth, she couldn't help but feel so small and little. Gabriel was much larger than she was, but it was something else. Something not physical that made him so overwhelming. It was like she was falling and falling into an unforeseen abyss, Gabriel's passion consuming her very soul itself and she couldn't get enough. There was a deep desire to succumb to his every whim, give him the pleasure he so desperately craved. As surprising as it was to admit, Elle found herself wanting to be dominated by him despite her need to always remain in control.::
Sylar
And she was small in comparison, he really could break her at a wrong turn, which he had no intention of ever doing. She was almost his anti-thesis in every way. She was a happy, up-beat person, with a sparkling personality (not to mention her fantastic body that he could spend a lifetime learning and then re-learning). He trusted her to tell him if at any point she didn't want this. He was fairly confident that she would. She made him feel incredibly masculine, like a knight-in-shining-armor or something. He could take on the whole world for her, if she would only give him that sweet innocent little smile. Gasping for air eventually, he tore his lips away from her, before nibbling and sucking on her tits. Tits? Where had that come from? Finally burying himself ball-deep, he gave a quick rotation, before pulling nearly all the way back out. He figured since the head was the biggest part, he should leave it in, rather than attempt to re-insert himself, which was painful, he knew. Pushing in, a little faster this time, listening carefully to her noises, and eventually the slap their hips made when he'd thrust in. Her vagina felt like a velvet vice that was wet and warm and so, so tight. She rubbed and caressed every part of his cock, which only made him swell more. His next concern, since she'd apparently gotten over the entry was coming to orgasm too soon, i.e. before Elle did.::
Elle
Their lips broke apart and she found herself lost for breath. God she wanted his lips back on hers again… but her breasts were also a wonderful alternative. "Oh god… oh god… Gabriel… that feels so good." Endorphins were immediately rushing through her bloodstream in a response to the pain she'd been feeling, that pain beginning to be converted to intense pleasure. Pitchy whimpers, and squeals escaped from her as he pounded into her fully, that cock spreading her open. If he thought she was tight before she was even more so now as those walls squeezed against him, an orgasm ripping through her body. Looks like she came first after all.::
Sylar
"Ohh, yeah, ooh, yeah, Elle, uh, like that, please, please." He couldn't hold back, his voice growing to a growling shout when her vagina clamped down on him, fluttering, pulsing, squeezing to the point of pain, but he was far too gone to notice. He'd only gotten in a few thrusts before she came, but hell if it mattered. Her squeals and whimpers were downright erotic and that was what sent him over the edge. Giving her a scorchingly heated kiss he came, explosively, screaming out, "Fuck, Elle!" Shooting deep into her aching vagina, he gave a few last grinds to further stimulate her while he was still erect. Trying for something romantic, but his mind was still to blank for it and, "Oh, god! That was-oh, god," was all he ended up gasping out.::
Elle
She continued to ride him until he himself was orgasming inside of her, shooting his seed deep within her. Breathing heavily, she fell onto his chest listening to his quick heartbeat. Slowly a smile began to form on her lips as she giggled. "That's the second time you cursed," she teased reminding him of his slip up yesterday. Hands roamed his arms and shoulders still wanting to touch him. "Amazing? Yeah I think so too." She was so spent at the moment, yet she still wanted to have their day at the museum.::
Sylar
Wow. If he had to guess and wonder if sex with every woman was like this, he'd say 'no', it was just with Elle. She collapsed on top of him, which condensed his own trembling shaky arm, 'til he lay flat on his back, giggling something, "Wha-? I did? Oh. I did, didn't I?" He asked with a frown, he figured since it felt so good the first time, why not go for a repeat performance? "I don't mean to, I-it just happens, just slips out." He really didn't know why he said that. He felt her own heartbeat, hummingbird fast, in her chest. Hmm. Her hands on him felt divine. His own hand was still around her waist, so he began his own tender exploration of her back, shoulders and hips. The other he raised to her the back of her head, reaching up to give her a gentle kiss, just because. "I did okay? Did I hurt you?", he realized he sounded like a squeaky broken-record, but he couldn't help it. He had to know. Would he cause pain to every woman he tried to penetrate or just Elle? Not that he was considering it, but his mind wandered.::
Elle
"Yeah you did," she giggled. God, she loved this man, he was just so perfect for her. Not to mention she found the whole him cursing thing totally adorable. "Shhh!" She brought her finger up to his lips, replacing it with her own soft pink tiers briefly. "Don't worry about it." They were both exploring each other it seemed. Elle wanted to know every bit of Gabriel's body he was hers and nobody else's it was only right. "Okay? You did better than okay, you were amazing!" She snuggled into his chest more the hairs tickling her cheek. Gabriel really shouldn't doubt himself, he really was a handsome man, any girl who ever ridiculed him was just stupid. They obviously had no idea what they were missing out on. "It hurt a bit…. but I got over it eventually." At least she was honest with him.::
Sylar
Amazing. That wasn't a word that he was used to having associated with him. It felt strange, like a puzzle piece, a vital one whose absence he hadn't noticed until now, finding its true place. But she was till talking, "Still? Why? Is it because we……did it," God, why'd he have to blush now? "too soon after yesterday? Did I go too fast? Not enough…….foreplay?" Now he really had to blush. She was corrupting him, in a very good and entirely pleasurable way, but corruption nonetheless. "Help me understand." he muttered, leaning his forehead up to hers. There was another piece of his puzzle, hidden inside that simple motion.::
Elle
"Well…" She really didn't know what to say. "I dunno… I'm just as new at this as you are." He wasn't the only one who had a blush on his cheeks, she was most definitely a shade of crimson. She was corrupting him? That was most definitely the other way around. He was the one who kissed her first after all, and ate her out yesterday. How was she to know that they'd both be so… addicted. Not that it was a bad thing. She rather enjoyed sharing her body with him, allowing him to use her as a vessel to aid in his physical pleasure. "I don't understand either… but… look on the bright side. We have a long time to get it right." If he was ever insecure about her leaving him, her statement should have alleviated whatever doubts he had. Elle didn't plan on going anywhere.::
Sylar
A long time? He most certainly hoped so. That was a very good sign. She didn't intend on leaving him anytime soon. He let out a sigh of post-coital bliss and relief at her statement. "That we do," he said grinning and hugging her closer to him, her head cuddling into his shoulder, his chin on top of her head. "Hmm. So about the museum. Do you still want to go today? We can do whatev- Oh, no!" he realized he'd missed something, especially if his stomach was any indication, "We forgot breakfast! That was, uh, my fault." He mumbled into her golden hair.::
Elle
Being enveloped in his embrace made her feel so at ease. She giggled as he hugged her tighter. She was lingering on his every word when suddenly his voice became frantic. "Oh no? Gabriel, what's wrong?" Was it something she did, something she said? Her mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts and that was when she remembered that she was pretty much being monitored by Bennet, though she was positive the bedroom lacked cameras of any kind. Did he notice something related to that? When he spoke of breakfast she realized she'd been holding a breath in, only exhaling when she noticed it was something trivial. "Br-breakfast? Gabriel don't worry about that, we can get something while we're out today. My treat even."
Sylar
Why did she suddenly tense up? Was breakfast that big of a deal? She said it wasn't, but in his very, very limited experience women almost never said what they meant and meant what they said. Who knew, maybe Elle was different. She was certainly special to him. "Okay. We'll get something out, but you can't pay. If its a date, I pay. There's an IHOP down the road a ways, they'd have pancakes and eggs. Probably better than mine, too," he said with a laugh. "We should get going, but I'm terrible comfortable right here with my favorite letter on top of me." He admitted with a grin, she sure had a way of putting him at ease. Almost like she already knew him. He felt the same way about her. They had a connection, they had something important in common, he just knew it, but as to the 'what' in that question, he didn't know.::
Elle
She had no idea if Gabriel realized that she'd tensed up or anything so she went blissfully unaware of his thoughts. "Well aren't you a gentleman. iHOP it is then, though I doubt their food could be better than yours." She technically didn't get a chance to determine that, but Gabriel seemed like he'd be an awesome cook, he had to be to be living on his own right? His witty joke caused her to giggle, moving her head to kiss him. "You're funny." She stated. Elle knew exactly how he felt, she too wanted to stay here lying on him, but there was a whole day to be had, and she'd never been on a date before and a chance like this may not come up again. "Well… I think I'm going to wash up again." She rolled off of him and sat up with a bounce. "Be back," she got up off of that bed and basically skipped off to the bathroom her breasts bouncing about.::
Sylar
Amazing, a good cook and now funny? Women! How he did not understand them. "Oh, right……..sorry?" he called out, hesitantly. Turning to watch her form which was incredibly captivating as she practically danced across the floor to the bathroom, she was so light, so small. She reminded him of sunshine, rainbows and forget-me-nots. There! He'd placed it! That's what she smelled like! He settled back in to wait until she finished. In all the excitement he realized he'd forgotten to put his glasses on once! Well, Elle did have that effect. She'd saved his life, why not make his vision better while she was at it? He had to laugh aloud at his own musings, placing his hands behind his head, content to wait.::
Elle
Rather than answer him, he was responded to by the closing of the bathroom door, that familiar shower coming back to life. There really was no need to wash completely as she did before as she'd just taken a shower moments ago. Ten minutes later, she was walking right back in his room with his towel wrapped around her. While in the bathroom she just couldn't stop the fluttery feelings in her stomach, the feelings that made her so very happy. The feelings that rose up to her chest begging to be released in the form of joyous sparks. She had to contain herself though, not only did could she not tell Gabriel about her power despite her opposition to the idea, but she kinda didn't want to get shocked. Gabriel looked so manly and just oh so sexy laying on that bed with his hands behind his head. So sexy in fact that she found herself straddling him. "Back."::
Sylar
Moments later, she'd stepped back out of the shower, his eyes had since fallen shut in a pleasant haze. He'd figured she'd take a few more minutes to dry or or whatever, but he suddenly found himself being straddled by her. "Umph! Elle! Hi. Are you trying to kill me in under a week? If so, you're well on your way," he said laughing, hands instinctively coming up to her hips, but he did it so suddenly that she jumped and gave a funny squeak. A mischievous grin spread across his face, "Oh! I know your secret now! You can't hide," and then mercilessly began to tickle her. Gently, of course, since he knew with a proper application of strength he could bruise her easily. She began to giggle and squirm, bouncing up and down, occasionally landing hard enough to pull the breath form his lungs, but he was laughing right along with her so he didn't mind a bit.::
Elle
"Secret?" Given his facial expression it most certainly wasn't her actual secret. With her head in that familiar tilt, he began to tickle her and she began to release those childish giggles, that towel long since falling away and exposing her body to him once more. Even though they were both basically naked the moment wasn't sexual at all, in fact she found it kind of sweet and romantic. Body twisted instinctively away from her touch and she shifted about his torso. "Gabriel! Gabriel!" She laughed his name out. "I'm… super… ticklish!" This was the most fun she had in well…. ever. Yeah killing people was fun, but this was fun in a different way.::
Sylar
It was very strange, well, weird considering that neither of them had ever tickled or been tickled. Of course neither of them knew that about the other, only themselves. So her towel fell off, he was a little pre-occupied with making her laugh, although this lead to laughter on his own part which was equally gratifying. He didn't have a lot of social interaction, even inside work, so he didn't laugh much. It made his face feel funny. Oh, he grinned and made facial expressions like every other……well, semi-normal human being, but laughter? That was different. Looking at Elle, he would have guessed that she was just the opposite, she practically glowed when she laughed, her eyes lighting up. Plus her laugh was purely contagious. He was positive that someone could not stand within ear-shot of her laugh could keep from laughing themselves. Her near-convulsions (or seizures, depending on how you looked at it) on his stomach and torso made him breathless combined with both their laughter. "Re-huh! Really? I couldn't tell! Like this? Ugh!", he continued tickling. He was determined not to stop until she asked him 'pretty please' to stop.::
Elle
Elle didn't have many social interactions herself, and when she did laugh they often weren't for the reasons that normal people did. Sure she smiled, giggled, and displayed other forms of emotional expressions, but the truth was a part of her truly felt… numb. Empty in fact. That is until she met Gabriel. He just seemed to awaken something from within her, something that breathed new life into her body. She might not have believed in the soul at first, but she definitely believed it now. She felt it. "Gabriel!" It was beginning to hurt to laugh, she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to keep this up. "Stop! …Pretty please… no more Gabriel!" She so needed to catch her breath.::
Sylar
Souls? He wasn't sure he had one anymore. Or if he did, he'd sold it for power. A power specifically. At the thought, his smile and laughter faltered a bit, just for a moment, but she kept right on giggling. She really was ticklish! Everywhere, it seemed, that he moved his hands in an effort to tickle. Then she asked him oh-so-nicely to stop, so he did, laughing breathlessly right along with her, although she'd practically collapsed on him again, which was fine. Well, more than fine, but he wasn't going to make anything of it. They had pancakes, eggs, and a museum to go devour. "Whew!" he breathed out, gasping for much needed oxygen, "I've never laughed so hard in my life!" He nearly started laughing all over again at the thought. "We should do that everyday." he said half-serious. He also knew that the odds of tickling would lead to……..other things, but they said laughter was good for the soul. And maybe with Elle with him, he could replace his or find a new better one.::
Elle
She was still smiling brightly, catching her breath, her breasts pressed up against his chest. "Going to wash up?" The bra and panties that she'd discarded were picked up again, they were still clean after all. Placing them back on, she looked back over her shoulder at him. "How much time will you say we have now?" Hopefully there was still plenty of time to eat and learn about dinosaurs and stuff. Reaching back in her bag she pulled out a pink dress that stopped about an inch above her knees. Gabriel would most definitely like this on her, she was sure of it.::
Sylar
Just as suddenly as she'd gotten on him, she got up. She was like the Energizer Bunny! "Just keeps going and going!" he muttered, amused, to himself, with a grin. He remained on the bed, sprawled-eagled, catching his breath like any other normal, he corrected himself, semi-normal human who did not have boundless energy. "Guh!" was all he managed, "Plenty." She'd reduced him to monosyllables. Not that he was a chatterbox, or anything. He turned to look at a bright swatch of color out of the corner of his eye. Yes, he decided. Elle was trying to kill him in under a week. He just knew it. He heaved himself up and padded to the bathroom, hoping that when he returned she'd be wearing the little pink dress. His mouth practically watered. But he turned on the water and stepped into the shower. He really couldn't help himself, for the few brief moments it took him to shave, wash his hair, and scrub himself down (not that he wanted to get rid of Elle's sunshine-rainbows-and-forget-me-not aroma, but it would be kind of obvious and unhygienic), he started to whistle "You're My Baby". Honestly, he never whistled. Never had a reason or a rhyme. And, no, he didn't sing, either. But today was just a good day with his own personal bolt of sunshine that was his girlfriend. It even felt weird to say it.::
Elle
"Plenty. Good!" She definitely couldn't wait to be walking the halls of the museum while holding his hand. She slipped into the pink dress and examined herself. It was just short enough to show the right about of leg. The dress was strapless, and hugged her upper body in just the right ways allowing her to display that cleavage. As the dress got down to her hips it flared out. She'd already moisturized during his shower, and now she was coming her flaxen hair, allowing it to fall past her shoulders. A matching pink headband was worn, the colors truly bringing out the color of her hair and eyes. God, she just couldn't wait for Gabriel to see her all dolled up, all she needed to do now was put on those cute open-toed, pink heels.::
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Sylar
He'd finished his shower stepping out, his hair was finger-combed out of his eyes for the time being until he could comb it into its usual slicked side-part. Not to mention his glasses, he hardly missed them! Wrapping a towel around his waist, opening the door, he stepped out to get clothes. His jaw dropped. He saw a side-view of Elle leaning over in a strapless (oh, he hadn't noticed that before!) pink dress that hit all the gorgeous parts of her body, gripping hips and breasts delicately, perfectly. His jaw dropped a little further at the sight of her smooth long legs. Her hair was a still wet, so it was a little darker than usual, and sported a matching pink hair……piece? He didn't know what to call it, nor did he care. And then…….and then he saw the heels. He thought he felt his heart murmur and his knees threaten to give way. "Oh my god." That was all he had. I can't take her out looking like this! I'll look ridiculous! She can't be seen with me! Not to mention everyone will be looking at her and see me with her! Oh, no! This is a disaster!::
Elle
She hadn't even heard the shower stop running, she was so busy trying to impress Gabriel that it didn't register. She heard his voice, and turned her head upwards to see him. Those three words she were able make out and the blush that followed was instant. Vulnerability shown itself as she looked down at her feet smiling, a blush still present on her cheeks. "I hope you like it. I thought you would." Elle wasn't aware of the battle he was having within himself as he watched her, she just stood idly by expecting his reaction.::
Sylar
She blushed. Great! Fantastic! She thinks this can still work! 'Yeah, sure, Elle, I lo-like you, a lot, and we can date, I just can't take you anywhere. In public. I mean, I can't be seen with you is all. You're too good for me.' He envisioned himself saying. If only he had the balls. What choice did he have? He smiled back weakly, trying very hard to put on a brave face. So here he was about to make a complete ass of himself, dressed like Mr. Rogers (he didn't actually know who that was, but all the kids in high school had called him that. That or Clark Kent) with Elle looking like…….that. He'd resigned himself to his miserable fate, when a tiny little voice, that sounded oh-so-familiar spoke up, "She'll leave you. You know that, right? For someone who won't hurt her trying to fumble and make love to her and someone who dresses like they live in this century." "Yeah. I love it." he whispered, almost saddened by her beauty and his own inadequacies. "I-I-I-I've got to, uh, get, um, dressed." He stammered out, not making eye contact.::
Elle
"You like it?" She looked up at him her face extremely bright and vibrant, but that smile slowly faded. Gabriel didn't look alright. It was as if something was bothering him. "O-okay then…" she said a bit sadly feeling as if he didn't like the outfit at all. Maybe it didn't look good on her. Should she change? She was pretty sure he'd like it, it was the right mix of sweet and sassy. Her throat began to feel sore as she walked over to the foot of the bed and sat down, staring at the floor. All she could do was fiddle with her fingers, letting at least one or two sparks stray. She didn't want to get too careless. The point of the matter was she felt that he wasn't satisfied, and so she wasn't exactly as cheery.::
Sylar
He was heading for the closet, when she sat down suddenly, as if all the energy had drained from her. "Elle?" he asked, suddenly concerned for her, not himself. If she liked that he would make a fool out of himself for her, he would do it. It didn't matter, really, it didn't. "Elle, what's wrong? Was it something I said? Something I did? Tell me what it is and I can fix it, I swear!" He came to kneel at her feet, those darling heels she wore, taking her hands in his, desperate for eye contact from her now, to know that he meant what he said.::
Elle
"Yeah?" She asked still not looking up at him, it was obvious she was sad. "No it's not… it just… Gabri- … are you disappointed in me?" There she asked that question, looking up at him afterwards. "I don't know you just seemed… sad when you came out of the bathroom." She wasn't entirely use to being so open with her feelings, so she rubbed her own arm in nervousness. "I just… I just want to make you happy," she stated.::
Sylar
"Oh, god! Is that what you think?! No! I'm not sad! I'm probably too happy, if there is such a thing! I'm on 'cloud nine' right now, Elle! Its just……How on earth can you want to be seen with me?!" He burst out, a little louder than he intended, "I mean look at you! And look at me! Out of all the other more attractive, normal, non-homicidal psychopaths who know how to dress, get a real job and keep up with the twenty-first century! Why me?" Okay, he was rambling now, he knew, but she'd asked, and frankly he would drive himself crazy if he didn't tell her.::
Elle
She nodded, what else was she suppose to think when he sounded so… lifeless. "What?" What he just asked her didn't make any sense. "What does anyone else have to do with us? Gabriel… I think you're attractive, as a matter of fact you are attractive. I don't see anything wrong with us being together." She grabbed his hand, still feeling a bit dejected. "I don't care if you're not like everyone else… I just… like you the way you are. You're right for me." And that was the truth, she couldn't see anyone else being close to measuring up to Gabriel. He was truly one of a kind.::
Sylar
"The way I am? A murderer? That's right for you? I don't know what that says about you, Elle. Thinking I'm attractive and liking me aside, I just mean-…….Are you embarrassed of me? I wouldn't blame you, I-I got that in high school, the girls didn't want to be seen with the nerds, they weren't supposed to like the nerds, so they didn't and we were the ones who got shoved into the smelly gym lockers. But you……you're an angel, Elle. What reason do you possibly have for sticking with the geeky murderer?" Here he trailed off for a moment. He took a deep breath before continuing, "I guess what I'm asking is: Are we going to work?" He braced himself for the no, he felt pretty sure he had a 50-50 shot, but he did prepare.::
Elle
The insecurity was truly heartbreaking, but if he thought she was embarrassed of him he was mistaken. "Embarrassed? No, why would I be? I did agree to be seen with you in public and I'm actually looking forward to it." Why couldn't liking him for him just be enough, she accepted his flaws. "Well maybe I like geeks." She really didn't want to use that word but that's what he said. "Like I told you yesterday, everyone has urges, Gabriel. Anyone else could've killed that guy, anyone." Was he questioning their relationship now? "Yes, we're going to work. O-only if you want it to I mean. I really care about you a lot Gabriel, and I thought I was clear on that… I-is there anything you need me to do? To prove it to you I mean."
Sylar
"Really?" That was all he had to say, 'really?'. His shoulders slumped in relief, his eyes falling to the ground in pure joy, relief, absence of fear (fear?). If he was insecure, he would blame it on the parenting techniques or lack thereof his par-mother used. He wasn't taught how to be an assertive, dominant, Alpha-male. Obviously, high school had left its mark. He reached up to cup her cheek, brushing away a few strands of hair that managed to find their way onto her face. He looked her straight in the eyes, he knew some people found it disturbing, but if what Elle said was true, then she wouldn't mind, although she was a little blurry without his glasses. "You have no idea, none at all, of how much I want this to work. I will do anything, anything," he stressed, "to do it. No. No. Don't change. Don't ever, ever, ever change! You have nothing to prove to me! Its probably the opposite, actually." He said with a wry grin, tilting his head a bit. "Hell, you're the only one who ever took a second look, why would I leave you?" At this he laughed a bit, half-disgusted at himself for weighing her down and ruining their morning. "I guess I'm bit of a drama queen, after all that, aren't I?"::
Elle
She nodded her head once, and he may not have been taught how to be dominating and aggressive, but he most certainly had it in him. The way he'd been pounding into her earlier was proof enough. His rough hands touched the soft flesh of her cheek, and she found herself closing her eyes and rubbing against it. Her own hand came up to rest over his own. Opening her eyes, she found herself staring directly into his pools of chocolate delight. "I'll do anything too, Gabriel." A closed lip smile was given and she shook her head. "No… you don't have anything to prove either." A giggle erupted from her. "Drama queen? Nooo… no… I wouldn't say that…" Obvious, playful sarcasm.::
Sylar
"Thanks. I-okay." She'd put her hand over his, it didn't cover much, but it wasn't like it needed to. It was the thought behind the action that mattered. Then he realized he's been making an ass out of himself and he hadn't even left the apartment yet. Okay. He could do this. They could do this. Her sarcastic remark made him chuckle as he looked deep into those cerulean, oceanic hues of her eyes. Could she get any cuter? If she did she'd give him a heart-attack. "Yeah, I guess I just……well, you know." He said looking down, he didn't blush this time, though, also realizing that he still hadn't put clothes on and was dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around his slim hips. Now that he thought about it, he was getting a little cold now that's he'd stopped freaking out over his new girlfriend. "I'm sorry. I hope I haven't ruined the day. Are you still up for going to the museum to look at dusty old dinosaurs," he said with a grin at the end. Oh, he knew what she was thinking, alright. she didn't actually want to go to the museum, she either wanted to avoid something or spend time with him. Since he could think of lots of other things that she could do that were more 'fun' than visiting a museum, with or without him, he figured, really, really, hoped, it was the latter.::
Elle
Yes, and if they wanted to still have the rest of the day ahead of them, they'd best get a move on. Sitting in this room was okay, she really didn't mind, but there was so much more that the outside world had to offer. Where Gabriel was removed from society by choice, she was against her will. The appeal of going out was higher to her. "Yeah I know." Eyes followed his as he realized he'd only been in that towel, to be honest she just noticed the same. Looks like they were both comfortable enough around each other that seeing the other naked really wasn't that big a deal anymore. "No, you didn't ruin the day, I still wanna go out. Hurry and get dressed," she giggled. Well actually she kind of did want to go to the museum, but not for the reasons one would normally want to. He was right in his assumption that she wanted to spend time with him, and the museum seemed to be more his territory. He may not have been into sports or anything but he was an intellectual. Perhaps he could use his vast amount of knowledge and joy of reading to his advantage and impress her with interesting facts.::
Sylar
"Okay, good," he said with a large amount of relief, quickly followed by a fake-annoyed "I'm going, I'm going, sheesh!". He rose up, gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before heading to the closet. He swiped his glasses on his way by, forced to lean way over the bed to reach the other side. Once in the closet, he was a little stumped as to what to wear. Should he wear a short-sleeve button-up? Or-, here he swallowed, -just a T-shirt and jeans? He nearly shuddered at the thought. Only because his mother had drilled him into dressing this way since…….he didn't know when. But he'd "always had to look his best". It was almost forbidden to wear a T-shirt. Oh, he had them, mostly covered in comic-book characters and whatnot, but he had several nicer T-shirts that would suffice. He decided if Elle liked him so much she was willing to forever damage her reputation by being seen with him, she could handle another of his quirks, which was wearing a T-shirt and jeans like every other male on the planet. Besides, he thought, he'd be much cooler without the sweaters.::
Elle
She could only giggle as he went rushing off, falling back on the bed. There were so many thoughts rushing through her mind at this moment. As happy as she was she couldn't help but wonder if Gabriel still doubted that she wanted to be with him. It was pretty obvious that he must've gone through some pretty traumatic stuff in his life, no doubt from his younger years, but he was an adult now. It was time to move beyond it. The next thought that swam through her brain was Bennet, what would he think of them leaving the apartment altogether and going out on a date? He'd probably be mad seeing as how their conversation couldn't be documented.::
Sylar
All the 'traumatic' things that may have happened were surely what caused Gabriel to be Gabriel. The problem was that he didn't think it was traumatic, he thought that was just the way things were. That was his life, the one he was doomed to live. If only he really knew just how much he and Elle really had in common. He didn't know that Elle had been just as damaged as him, if not more so. She'd been forced to become something, although Gabriel had, technically, had a 'choice' in the matter, Elle hadn't. Oh, on some subconscious level, he knew it was wrong, that it wasn't supposed to be that way. But so many years of brainwashing from an early age will reprogram the brain. Little did he know not only was he a prime example, but Elle was, too. He shrugged into his black T-shirt and faded blue-jeans, combing his hair out of the wet, straightened back mess that it was, into its normal, well, usual near side-part. Putting on his glasses was the finial touch, which he did as he stepped out of the closet. He saw only the tail end of Elle's composed laughter, which made him suddenly very curious as to the source, "What's so funny?" He said good-naturedly with a strange, quite baffled look on his face.::
Elle
She snapped out of whatever day dream she was in and looked at him, a goofy smile on her face. "Nothing, nothing." She noticed what he was wearing and got up off of the bed and walked over to him, "Don't you look sexy." She teased putting her hands on his chest. She cupped the sides of his face with her hands and kissed him. Just as she pulled away she took her hands and ruffled his hair up. "Tada!" She giggled. If Gabriel was going to dress casually he may as well have had a casual hairstyle to go along with it.::
Sylar
"Really?", he asked with a raised eyebrow, he completely believed her, "Nothing? Why do I-" Here he was interrupted by her sauntering over to him, calling him "sexy" at the same time. Her hands on his chest were definitely a distraction, but not enough, "Sexy? Whoa, no! You've got the wrong guy! I ne-", he broke off again when she stood on her tippy-toes to reach his head, no small feat. She did it so fast, he didn't comprehend what she was doing. Maybe kiss him or something? He didn't know. Instead, typical Elle, she quickly ran her fingers through his hair, pulling at some bits to make them stick out, "Hey! What the-?" He couldn't help himself, it was instinct, he pulled his head back. "Why'd you do that?", had he done something wrong? If she didn't like it, couldn't she just say so? He couldn't even begin to fathom her behavior. She'd never complain or hinted that she didn't like his hair before. "I-I-I, uh, what- um, why'd y-I mean-?" was all he managed, he didn't even know how to phrase his ignorance in the form of a question.::
Elle
No, Gabriel didn't do anything wrong. "If you're going to be casual then be casual. Don't half step it. Go all out," she giggled. Casual or geek chic, she didn't care as long as he was with her, but it was her duty as a girlfriend after all to help him out with this sorta stuff. "Not unless you don't like it, you can always fix it back." She grabbed his hand and swung their hands about, then twining their fingers. Turning away she went back over to that bed and sat down as she waited on his decision.::
Sylar
"No, I don't not like it, its just…….not the way I was raised, I guess." He finished lamely. Was he making excuses? He thought about it for a moment, then added, "Its just new." He said, looking up at her. He nodded, half to himself, her giggle made it okay. He knew she never giggled at him, more at what he was doing. "I can do new. Especially if you like it. I'll try it and if I like it, maybe I'll-" here he took a deep bracing breath, waiting, just waiting to be stuck by a bolt of lightning or for his mother to appear and smack him at the thought, "-get it cut, s-s-so it looks right. Its probably too long right now." Since when was he a hair consultant? He slowly walked over to the bed, and Elle, a little curious. "Can……can we hold hands?" he asked. He couldn't wait to show the world his new girlfriend. Well, 'new' being the operative word, since he'd never had another one before Elle, he corrected himself and knew he should say 'girlfriend at all'. But he didn't care.::
Elle
She titled her head to the side, "Gabriel, you can be honest with me. If you don't like it just say so," she assured him sweetly. Sometimes the truth could hurt yes, but being fooled and manipulated was even worse. "Woah, woah! You don't have to cut your hair. One step at a time." Elle was actually very good with a pair of scissors, "But if you want it cut… I could always do it for you." It'd be free of charge that way, and she wouldn't do anything that he didn't like. Standing up once more she walked back over to him and grabbed his hand. "Mhmm." She always wanted to hold hands with a boy as they went out about town, and luckily Gabriel was said boy. He wasn't the only one who wanted to do a little showing off.::
Sylar
"Really? You know how to cut hair? Wow. You're more special than I thought!" He gave her hand a playful squeeze, "Let's get going, huh?" He grinned, just happy to be there. They headed down the hall, the stairs, onto the roaring street. All the while holding hands as they walked. He thought now would be a good time to get to know each other. Personality-wise, he internally corrected. They'd already gotten 'to know' each other twice now, he thought with a hint, a bare hint of a blush. "So Elle. Tell me about yourself. Favorite color, middle name, favorite animal, food, all that." Oh, and did he ever want to know! He was prepared to soak up all of her facts like a sponge. And he knew he'd remember for…….a long time, anyway, because he was always told that he had a very good memory.::
Elle
"Yeah!" Off they went outside of the apartment building and onto the street. The city was always filled with a lot of life. Elle often found herself watching people, studying them, it was pretty cool to watch. While at the Company seeing so many people at once was pretty rare. Her paranoia was acting up a bit though, it was little too many people around. They'd been walking pass the Primatech van which concealed Bennet when he spoke up. They'd shared birthdays and the such earlier, what harm was a few other facts. "Well… I like pink and blue. I don't have a middle name actually." She paused for a bit thinking. "Favorite animal…. I don't know I'd have to say a tiger, especially the white ones. The baby ones are cute." She giggled, not only that but when they grew up they ripped their prey apart with astounding power, sorta like her electricity. "I don't know… I'll eat mostly anything, but I like sugary stuff. Especially slushos!" Now that she thought about it, she could really use one. "What about you, Gabriel?"
Sylar
Him? When he'd asked her, he really was expecting her to ask the same of him, so he was a little off guard. Wait, she didn't have a middle name? Didn't you, kind of have to have one? He decided not to push, but stored it away to ask later. "Um," Should he say his real favorite color? Black? He didn't want to freak her out, well, actually more, so he said, "Blue. Blue is my favorite. I like cats, we never had one though, but I used to see them around." He thought for a bit, "My middle name is John, and I like Italian food. Oh! And peaches. I like peaches. Slushos? What is that?" He hated that he was showing his ignorance, but with Elle, he felt he could ask her anything and she wouldn't judge him.::
Elle
Actually, it was common for a lot of people to not have middle names. Not to mention it made things way simpler. Though it did make her wonder, why didn't she have one? And if she did what would it be? "Blue?" She grinned, something told her that just wasn't the case. "You're not just saying that because it's mine are you?" Black was actually a pretty nice color, in her own twisted way black was comforting. It was emptiness. Absolute. "That would explain that book of Cat Stories I found lying about." John. What an interesting middle name. Well not really it was fairly common. "Oh I know all about your love of peaches the way you gobbled down that pie y- You don't know what a slusho is?" She gasped in surprise looking up at him. A smile then came over her face, "I'll take you to go get one!"::
Sylar
Oh, how embarrassing! "Um, yeah, that might." He muttered, looking down at his feet. Interesting? Seriously, something was wrong with Elle, either her vision or her hearing or her sense of attractiveness, something was off-kilter if she thought he was interesting. Well, other than the "you're-a-fascinating-bug-on-a-wall" way. "Did I really? And no, I don't. You forget, I don't get out much. Okay, well, ever." Which was all-too-true. He never interacted with people other than customers, dealers, or everyday run-in people. And his mother, but he really didn't think that counted. "Really? O-okay, sure!" Speaking of bugs, he just hoped that wasn't in whatever these "slusho" things were anyway, but he doubted it, if she liked it. "Where can we get said 'slushos'?"::
Elle
Well naturally he wouldn't think of himself as interesting, Elle didn't think of herself as interesting either. Other than the fact she'd been there during his suicide what really was so special about her? He didn't even know about her ability so he couldn't be fascinated by that. The point is people generally know all there is to know about themselves most of the time, so naturally they wont come as a surprise to themselves. To others though it was completely different. "I didn't forget, I just didn't think you wouldn't know. I figured it was just as common as say ice cream or something. I guess not." Lucky for him slushos didn't have bugs in them. "Convenience store, gas station, places like that. Is there anything like that nearby? Unless you don't know yourself."
Sylar
"Yeah, there's some around. I never go in them, but I know where some are, there's one just a few blocks from here actually." Still holding her hand, he guided her to turn down a different street, "Its this way," he remarked. It wasn't just that she was interesting, it was the experiences she'd already given him in the few days that they'd known each other. Slushos (whatever that was), sex, hair, tickling, museums, although he'd been there before, holding hands, hell, laughing, was there, too. She had a real gift for breaking him out of his comfort zone which was about a 3x3 square foot diameter around himself at all times and his apartment and his shop. He wasn't exaggerating when he'd said he didn't get out much. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know why. He knew now that there was no good reason for him not to. "Anything else you'd like to add? Um….." he thought for a moment, wracking his brain for more of-the-moment questions that were even vaguely relevant, "Ooh! I know, pet peeves!" He chuckled a bit with his own brilliance.::
Elle
"Good." The faster she got to show him how good a slusho really was the better. He was still holding her hand, and she couldn't help but think this was incredibly romantic. She liked the idea of everyone being able to see how much they cared for one another. If he thought she'd given him experiences then he really didn't know what he'd given her. She experienced a man who lost hope and was prepared to end his life, a situation she never dealt with before, even while employed by the Company. Sex was something they mutually experienced together, and as for the museum this was her first time going. Holding hands was also something very, very new. Elle wasn't shy by any means, she may have not been brought up around a lot of people, but she was still outgoing and curious. Everything was essentially one giant learning process. Pet peeves…. "I don't know… it depends I guess." When she was mad she generally killed, hell she killed even when she wasn't, but she couldn't think of anything specific to share with him.::
Sylar
Romantic? Add it to the list. He just liked to feel her, to know, tangibly, she wasn't going to run away form him or something. "No peeves?" He turned to ask her with a funny look on his face, "None? Here I'll help you. Mine," he placed his available palm to his chest in emphasis, he was teasing her to loosen up. "Is seeing or hearing something mechanical that's broken. I hate people who look down on others and think they are better than them. I hate-", he broke off because, again, he was bringing up uncomfortable subjects. "Um, I hate cigarettes, too." He had to think of something, and it was true. He gave her a very gentle nudge with his shoulder, knowing that with the height difference he could knock her off balance with ease if he wasn't careful, "Now, come on. You must have something."::
Elle
"Well cigarettes are gross…" she thought for a bit. Could it be that the positioning had changed and she was now the nervous one? "I don't know I guess I hate bugs, messy people, I dunno usually something that may make me mad wont bother me all the time. It depends on the situation…" She thought for a few minutes, she wanted to say rules, disappointed daddies, doctors, expressing how she felt, but she didn't want to come off as being creepy. Elle was afraid that if she said all those things he might get scared and leave her forever. "Are we almost there yet?"
Sylar
"Messy people is pretty much a universal peeve, in my opinion. Yes, its right……here." They walked into a……Seven Eleven? It looked fairly popular, still connected to Elle by their hands, he let her lead him where they were supposed to go. He gawped at everything as they passed. Was this all…….food? People actually ate this? He was a little shocked, not outright disgusted or anything, just surprised. "Wow," was all he had to say. He probably looked like a dork, he knew, being led by a tiny blonde through a convenience store, staring at everything as if it were gold and he'd never seen it before. "Wow."::
Elle
Elle couldn't help but giggle at Gabriel's reaction. It was the exact same reaction she had when she was let out of the Company. So many sweet, sugary things grouped together in one place, begging to be consumed. "This way." Going towards the back of the store she led him towards the drinks which was conveniently placed next to the slusho machine. "Here we are!" She exclaimed standing before the machine, the different flavors swirling around from within. Immediately she grabbed a jumbo size cup and placed a lid on top before she filled it up with that cherry delight. Her mouth was already watering. "So… wanna share? Or do you want your own?" She asked over her shoulder.::
Sylar
Um, oh, wow. He was still zoned out, when he realized she'd been talking to him and she was forced to re-ask her question, he turned to her, almost losing his balance in his haste, "Huh? Oh, um, why don't we share. I probably won't have much and there's more for you if I don't like it." He watched her fill up the gigantic cup with some sort of red liquid from a big vat with a blender in it, constantly stirring. He didn't see any bugs, and Elle said she hated them, so he figured he was safe. It smelled good. Oh, and of course he chose to share so he could have an excuse to share a straw. And be 'romantic'. It was all a part of his evil scheme. He chuckled a little to himself at the idea. Were they seriously going to drink all of that?::
Elle
Indeed they were going to drink all of it, Elle was more than capable of downing six of them back to back. Though she may have the overwhelming need to relieve herself. "There we go…." A bit of the slusho was sticking out from the top of the lid. Using this opportunity to her advantage she tilted her head down and stuck her tongue out scooping some of it up while staring up at Gabriel. Eventually her lips came to suck the rest off. "Mmmm… good!" Grabbing an extra long straw she put it in handing him the cup. "Try it!" She demanded excitedly.::
Sylar
All of it? He'd leave that to her. He honestly didn't know if he could handle that much…….whatever-it-was-slusho. She'd popped on the lid, then noticing something he hadn't, she leaned down, giving him a look from underneath her eyelashes, sticking out her pink tongue to lick some of it up. Then she brought her lips to suck at it. "Elle," he managed to get out, breathing coming a little faster now, "If you want me to make a scene or have a heart-attack, just keep doing what your doing." She had his full and undivided attention now. Shoving the cup in his face, demanding him, adorably, to try it. Well, after what he'd seen……and since Elle appeared to like it so much. He leaned in, giving her a similar dirty look from underneath his glasses, daring her to try something like that again. Placing his lips around the straw, he sucked, probably a little harder than he had to, but he was making a point. He was pretty sure she'd take him up on it, too. This was going to be fun. His train of thought was suddenly arrested by a wash of ice cold, vaguely cherry flavored liquid. His efforts at seduction were naturally cut short when he pulled his mouth away from the straw and clutched at his head in discomfort, "Uh, ow!"::
Elle
"What do you mean?" She asked innocently knowing damn well that he was talking about her little attempt to seduce him. Allowing him to take that cup from her, she watched eagerly to see his reaction. Judging by how hard he was sucking it couldn't be all that bad, right? Then he was clutching his head and complaining. "Brain freeze!" She laughed taking the cup from him and sucking on that straw herself. "Drink too fast and that's what happens." Though it never really stopped her, she'd gotten use to the painful feeling. She grabbed his hand with her available one, and dragged him over to the counter where a fat lady in a red uniform rung her up.::
Sylar
Brain-freeze? He dimly remembered what that was, when he was a kid. "Guh! Why didn't you warn me ab- Ow! Does it go away?" She literally dragged him over, stumbling over himself, to the checkout counter. And then he had a horrifying realization hit him: He was acting like a child! A whiny, clumsy, in-pain child! He was a little too preoccupied with making the 'brain-freeze' go away, and really desperately tried not to look at the cashier, who he guessed, was probably giving him funny looks. His first time out and he acts like a kid! Still gripping his head, feeling the strange sensation of his hair in disarray, he quite honestly forgotten, "What am I talking about? Uh, oh, ow!" He was half-growling in his pain, arousal, and embarrassment. He realized he was talking a little too loud and that the cashier was hearing everything loud and clear, but he didn't care. "You know what I'm talking about. You can't just turn a man on like that and expect him not to have a-," he really should shut up now, before he dug himself into too deep of a hole, but he continued, "-physical reaction to stimulation like that! Especially me! I'm new at this whole sex thing and-". Had he just said that in front of this strange woman? Yet there he was, clutching his head and acting like a baby. A big, whiny, embarrassed baby. He looked down and blushed like he's never done so before. Oh, she was going to kill him now!::
Elle
Elle just stared at him, with a smirk on her face listening to what he was saying. From the looks of it the cashier seemed to be pretty interested in what he was saying as well. Tilting her head to the side she just giggled here and there. When he mentioned the sex, she blushed. Never before did she think the watchmaker would say such a thing in a public place. "Isn't he just the funniest?" She asked the cashier trying to bring some normality to the situation. While he was busy complaining she took debit card and paid for the drink. It was cheap, so no big deal. Grabbing his hand once more she led him out of that store so that they were on the sidewalk. "Wow…"
Sylar
Oh, god, he had! He remained standing there until their transaction was complete, hands now in his pockets, staring furiously at the floor in a desperate attempt to to sink into it as soon as possible. How could he have said that in public? How?! Great going, Gabriel, he thought to himself, if she didn't want to leave you before, she will now after what you've said! What were you thinking? How could you be so stupid? Elle covered for him with a distracting comment, for which he was extremely grateful, even if it was somewhat untrue, but at this point he didn't care. She took mercy on him and grabbed his hand, leading him outside to the busy world of New York. "Oh, god, Elle, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I said that! Now everyone's going to think you're a whore just because I opened my mouth like an idiot. And you're not! You're not at all! I'm not used to any of this and-," he was babbling, trying to explain that he really wasn't thinking, waiting for the question. He really didn't know what came over him. Had he thought that they were alone in his apartment or something? What? "God, I'm sorry!" He rushed out not making eye contact, "Why did I say that?" Maybe she had answers..::
Elle
She was still blushing, looking away from him with a smile on her face. "Don't worry about it. Remember I'm new to this whole thing too." Looking up at him she bit her bottom lip, "And… I actually don't mind that people know that we… you know…" She giggled. "Just… it's okay." As to why he said that she truly didn't know. "Maybe you were… I really don't know." Even she couldn't think of a reason as to why he would say that out loud, but… "Maybe it's because a part of you wants people to know… about us I mean." She took a sip of that slusho.::
Sylar
"Y-y-you don't mind? That they know? Its not right!" He wasn't angry or anything, he was just frustrated with himself. Her last possible-explanation left him cold, "Why would I want them to know that?" He asked frowning, he was very confused now. Was he turning into one of those men that his mother had pushed him not to become? The ones that only thought about sex and their own pleasure regardless of who they hurt? He hoped if he ever go to that point that Elle would leave him. He couldn't bear to hurt her like that. And he wouldn't fool himself and say he wasn't capable of it. He already knew he was. And her only response was to take another delicate sip of the slusho as if he hadn't done anything wrong. "Doesn't that bother you? I know you say it doesn't, but does it really? Should it?" He was till acting like a two-year old, a cranky one at that.::
Elle
"Well… what we do in private really is our business and no one else's. I like you and that's all that matters, I don't care what they think of me." Gee, Gabriel really did have a negative outlook on everything. Not that she minded, it was nice to have someone think realistically. "Well maybe you want them to know that, because you like us being together and you want to show me off. I dunno." The idea of being showed off was actually quite pleasing, she should be shown off. She was special and Gabriel was too. Having their relationship publicized really wasn't a reason to leave him, nor a reason to even consider it. "Why should it bother me? There are tons of couple who show PDA and the such, and it would be generally assumed that something was going on anyways. Or at least I would think so."
Sylar
"I find that so strange that you don't care what they think. I don't know why I do, but I do anyway." He thought for a moment, he started walking again in the direction of the museum, then said, "Is that what it is? Well, in that case, yes. I do want to show off, you deserve it, maybe not by me, but you deserve it nonetheless." He mulled it over in his mind, was he overreacting? No, more likely he was just taking his paranoia and ignorance out for a public showing. Having new raging hormones take over his body at intervals wasn't helping either. "I'm still sorry," he said leaning over to kiss her cheek, "And what's PDA?" He really needed to grow up and join the twenty-first century. He was getting that indication everywhere he went.::
Elle
Well to a certain degree she did care about people's opinions of her, but when it came to Gabriel fuck what they had to say. She loved him and that was all that mattered. Nothing was going to change that. "Think about it what difference does their opinion make? Even if they thought you and I were a bad match, we'll still be together. Though I don't think anyone thinks that. We're pretty adorable together if I do say so myself." Paranoia? She could kind of relate, she was extremely paranoid though not for the same reasons as him. "Public Display of Affection." More of that slusho was sipped. "Want some more?" He probably was turned off by the things given his experience in the store.::
Sylar
"Well, one of us is adorable the other is kind of…… adorable. But that's very true, thanks." Public displays of affection, oh, now it made sense! "I see," was his response returned with a grin. When she offered him more, he looked at it with a raised eyebrow out of the corner of his eye, watching it warily, almost as if it might jump at him. "Yeah, I'll try it again. In quantity, though," he said laughing at his own foolishness. In his defense, he hadn't known that it was frozen. He leaned over and gave suck, a small one this time, before pulling back. He savored the taste as he waited for the brain-freeze to return. He waited. When it didn't, he gave a small sigh of relief, it was actually pretty good, and he said so, "I see why you like these things. They're…….interesting," he mused, but gave her a smile to show that he was okay.::
Elle
"Well you're my dork." Elle was actually having a better time socializing than even Gabriel. Then again she was use to associating with different people from the Company, though maybe not necessarily in the correct way. This trip to the museum will indeed be a test. All she was doing now was walking along the sidewalk. A three year old could do that with no problem. Watching as he gave the slusho another try, she waited to see if he was going to flip out again. Still she waited… and waited… and waited… and he did perfectly fine. "See? Told you so…" she sang. They reached the museum not soon after, the structure itself was quite magnificent not to mention super huge. "Wow… big place…" Oh she couldn't wait to start exploring.::
Sylar
Socializing? He barely knew what that meant, and mostly because of the dictionary. "Yes, you did," he said, still laughing. It only took him so many times to get something right. If it wasn't a watch. That he always got right the first time. They'd arrived at the museum, and, in truth, it was big, but it had to be to hold all the ancient pre-historic bones and things. He loved going to the museum. His smile faltered a bit, just a little, when he remembered that his father had taken him, when he was still around. But he revived by reminding himself that this was with Elle and this was different. He resolved to show her everything he knew about it.::
Elle
Now it was time for Elle's own ignorance to come shining through. "Okay we're here, now what? What do we do? Where do we go?" Going to a place like this was almost unheard of for her. Her father wouldn't allow it at all. Gabriel's apartment was actually one of the few places she's been to, excluding places she was sent to on mini-missions to certify her agent status. "Lots of kids here… and old people…" Blue eyes scanned each and everything she could. She planned on asking Gabriel a ton of questions.::
Sylar
He was ready for questions. "Now, we walk around, wherever we want, and look at everything. Yeah, parents bring their kids here and old folks like to come because it reminds them of their generation." He said grinning, trying to make a small joke, but from the looks of it Elle was in love with the museum. Good for her. He planned on telling her everything he knew, answering all her questions, and just plain letting her roam free. She'd have a ball. Pointing he said,"See this? Its a Triceratops. Its name means 'three horned face'. They only ate plants. And that's just one type of dinosaur, over here-…." he continued showing her all the plaques, stands, signs, and boxes filled with information. ::
Elle
She nodded following Gabriel's lead. His joke caused her to laugh, see he actually was funny. Even when he was freaking out admittedly. God he was so cute when he seemed distressed. Not that she wanted to see him distressed, but the Seven Eleven was a perfect example. Any other time… not so much. She hated to think about his suicide attempt and even more so when he questioned why she was with him earlier. Rather than hold his hand, she hugged his right arm to herself listening as he pointed out certain things and explained what they were. "Oh…" Elle didn't know much about dinosaurs other than what she saw in the movies, but Gabriel was really opening her eyes. "You're really smart." Stating the obvious? Yeah, but she couldn't help it. Her Gabriel probably knew everything there was to know as far as she was concerned and she loved it.::
Sylar
Frankly, he didn't even notice her drawing closer to him, and that was probably a good thing. He was lost in the world of information and fact. "You think so? I mean, there's a difference between being knowledgeable and being smart. But see this is an ancient weapon that the Neanderthals used……." looking back on it, he realized he did all the talking, except for the few questions Elle posed to him. And he hadn't even considered if she was actually listening. She probably could have went and sat down somewhere and he couldn't have noticed, immediately, that is. But she seemed to be enjoying herself and that just made him share more of his, probably useless tidbits of knowledge. He considered himself factually knowledgeable, since he'd actually paid attention in high school.::
Elle
"I know so, you're very smart and I guess you could be knowledgeable too." Blue eyes wandered over to the ancient weapon made of sharp rock and bundled stick and she couldn't help but get a few sadistic thoughts. Though not as much as she would have normally. Elle loved listening to him go on and on. When she liked someone she usually remained fascinated, and she was definitely fascinated with Gabriel. "How come these cats have such long teeth?" She asked pointing at the sabertooth tigers. Surely it had to feel awful on cold days having your teeth exposed liked that. It was like biting directly into a popsicle.::
Sylar
"That's what they used to use to take down prey, the big muscles in their back legs were meant for speed, not like a cheetah, but to keep running really powerfully fast for short bursts. They hunted in packs which made them ideal hunters." And did he ever know what that was like. The rush after the kill. It was intoxicating, it was addicting, it was wrong. He refused to justify his behavior, his actions by comparing himself to an animal that had to kill to live, to eat. He did not. Although, sometimes he wished he did. It would be so much easier. But they kept walking, still holding hands, "Sometimes they would bite into their prey, and their teeth would break off if they hit bones, which obviously is very painful and it would deter their hunt. Since they're so big, if both broke off they would starve." It was really time to move on.::
Elle
And he said he wasn't smart. Facts like these were hardly learned in a typical high school, and for someone of his age to even remember something from so far back was remarkable. Though Elle wouldn't know anything about high school and the like. "Oh…" She wondered what the baby ones looked like. She could relate to the rush after a kill quite well, she adored it more than anything. Adrenaline was firing, endorphins rushed through the body… nothing beat it. "They'd die just from cracking a tooth?" They were pretty weak if you asked her.
HRG
"Ah! Sabertooth tigers, don't you just love 'em? I hear that their tactic is ambushing their prey before stabbing them in the back."
Elle
That voice… Elle looked to the side to see Bennet not far from them admiring the bones and the reconstruction of the creature. "Yeah… it's… awesome." Elle obviously was uncomfortable at this point. She had no idea what Bennet was up to but she didn't like it at all.::
Sylar
"Well, just look at how big they are! Teeth are made out of bone, so imagine just how much pain they'd be in and odds are if they're in pain, they can't hunt, if they can't hunt, they can't eat……you know." He continued, not even noticing her apparent discomfort at the appearance of some stranger who happened to be looking at the same structure as they. Little did he know, this man was not only speaking literally, and directed at him, but he would play a large role in his later life. "They're incredible! Yes, since they hunt in packs, so several would ambush their prey and others would close in behind, usually in an enclosed area if possible, and they would indeed 'stab' their prey in the back." He beamed at the man, a little surprised that someone else knew so much about it as he did. "I'm impressed!"
Elle
Elle wasn't even looking at the exhibit anymore instead she was looking at Bennet who looked just as creepy as ever with those annoying glasses on, that eery, close-lipped smile plastered to his face.
HRG
"Truly unique creatures. Sad that much not is known about them, they're pretty elusive."
Elle
The longer Bennet stayed where he was the more uncomfortable she grew. Elle didn't want to do this assignment anymore, she wanted to just be with Gabriel and be a couple. "I see… Gabriel can we go elsewhere? These cats are pretty boring now." Not exactly what she wanted to say, she was enjoying learning about them. God, she hoped she didn't hurt Gabriel's feelings. Why did Bennet have to show up now of all times?::
Sylar
She still held his hand, and made use of the fact, as she tugged him away from the man. But he was still talking to him, "They really are. It was n-", she gave his hand a quick squeeze and he broke off, turning to look at her, with a frown. "Boring? Hardly, they're quite fascinating." He said half to himself, as he looked back over his shoulder at the man, who was still watching them. "If you're done, we can go get something to eat, if you like. I know I probably talked too much, and its a lot of information to take in. Some people don't like information, they like not being 'in-the-know'." He said. He was a little hungry, they'd totally forgotten about breakfast, again, for the second time. "How does IHOP sound?" He asked, a few sips of slusho was not a meal. Maybe for Elle, but not him. And he had promised her eggs and pancakes.::
Elle
She could tell that she'd just made Gabriel feel bad, it was already bad enough that he was insecure as is. God, she felt like crying at that moment. "I don't want to leave the museum," they'd barely spent thirty minutes in the place. Maybe she could fix this. "I… I don't know. I just wanted to get away from that guy… he seemed creepy." Being scared of strangers was a normal reaction that tons of people felt. "I just got a bad vibe. So can we stay please?" She looked up at him pleadingly.::
Sylar
She looked like she didn't feel well or something, so he asked, "Elle, are you feeling okay? Are you sure you don't need to eat something? Yes, of course we can stay, whatever you want." He mentally recalled their conversation with the man, then he shifted until he faced Elle, taking both her hands in his, "You thought he was creepy. Yeah, bad vibes are…….normal. We'll do whatever you want, I don't want to make you more uncomfortable than I already have, okay? We're going to have fun." He made sure to make eye contact, to let her know that he really didn't care either way, that he was serious.::
Elle
"You didn't make me uncomfortable, Gabriel. It's just… let's forget it. Let's go see something else." She moved in closer to him again resting her head on his shoulder, taking the opportunity to glance back at Bennet who was waving at her. That smile was still present on his face, and to be honest it made her skin crawl. For the first time in ever she could actually say she was scared. Not because of him specifically, but because of what he might say. What if he made Gabriel turn his back on her, and she lost him forever. She just got him, and he was so sweet, adorable, smart, and just perfect… she couldn't risk that. It was better that distance was kept between them. "Sorry for spazzing out."
Sylar
"O-o-okay, whatever you want, really, Elle, I don't care, I meant we could go cliff diving if you wanted to!" He was using that as an example, although he certainly wouldn't try if she actually did want to. "No, Elle, if anything, I'm getting payback!" He chuckled, yeah, "I have a wonderful idea! Anytime I embarrass you or make you uncomfortable, you have to make me feel the same, okay? That way we'll always know what the other is thinking." He beamed at her, that was actually pretty clever, if he did say so himself. If that guy made her uncomfortable, then he'd do his best to make her feel better, and he'd go back there and beat him up, or try to. They could leave, they could come back, they could go eat, see a movie, whatever. He glanced back at the man, himself. But all he saw was a man totally engrossed in the history that was present. He personally didn't see what was wrong, but that didn't change the way Elle felt, nor should it.::
Elle
"Gabriel… I don't know if I'll be okay doing that." In fact embarrassing him will actually be one of her favorite pastimes in the future. "I just don't want to make you mad or anything." Their relationship could've been ruined moments ago and she wasn't going to do anything to weaken their bond. "So what else is here? Is the whole museum just cave people and dinosaurs?" Maybe their was a planetarium or something, Elle liked stars and stuff. They weren't really visible in the city, but driving out to the Company at night she'd get an opportunity to look up at the sky. Sometimes if she was in the passenger seat she'd find herself lost in them. She hoped that maybe one day one would fall and she could make a wish, sadly that opportunity never arose.::
Sylar
"Truth be told? I wouldn't be either! You thought I freaked earlier? Oh-ho-no, that would be nothing!" He said laughing at the thought of him being a pansy when tiny little Elle would probably have the strength to jump. "I'm not mad! I just want you to be as happy as humanly possible today. If that entails watching me wet my pants, than so be it! I don't want to, but I'd try. For you, I'd try." He gave a quick look around, before leaning in to give her a brief kiss. "Look at how much I've learned in the past few days, I am so far from mad, right now… Yeah. let's walk this way. I've been here before, but it was a really long time ago, so I don't remember too much about it. But I think over here is the…….ha! The aquatic center. The dinosaurs that lived in water. How cool is that?" He turned and asked, a big smile on his face. "This one? The Excalibosaurus was named after King Arthur's sword Excalibur. This one, the Attenborosaurus, was named after David Attenborough, an English filmmaker in the '90s."::
Elle
She received that kiss and immediately she was glowing with happiness. As he pulled away, she leaned back in to kiss him on the lips, her chest tightening as she hugged him close. God, she loved him. Like before she followed him closely listening to everything he said giggling when she thought something was funny, and gasping when she thought something was amazing. "So… how come the dinosaur's names end in -aurus or something?" Pretty weird if you asked her, "I just figured that animals now don't all rhyme so why them?"
Sylar
"That I don't know." he stated frankly, laughing when she did, he hugged her back, he could do this forever, "Maybe because they're pre-historic, the '-aurus' thing is Latin, it fell out of style way back when, so maybe they think its fitting. And all the regular animals have Latin names, too, but we just don't use them. You know like a T-rex? That's a Tyrannosaurus rex. 'Rex' in Latin means 'king', so a T-rex was 'king' of all the other dinosaurs because it was the biggest, or well, almost the biggest. But it's the most famous." He continued on with his narrative, stopping every now-and-then to look at something or answer questions, and she had a lot, but he knew that just mean she was learning far more. "Let me know if you get tired, okay?" He asked, hugging her to his side closer. Yeah, okay, he really did want to show her off. "And this-……..".::
Elle
So there was something he didn't know. However he did seem to have a fairly good explanation why however. She actually found herself wanting to snuggle up against him more. Gabriel was being so nice showing her all of the exhibits and explaining what they were. It was quite cute maybe even a bit romantic. "Okay," she wasn't going to get tired anytime soon. She could listen to him go on about this stuff forever. He pulled her in closer and she definitely knew she wanted to snuggle now. "And what?" She asked.::
Sylar
He was over the moon at her happy little grin, especially when she cuddled closer to him. "This is the Elasmosaurus. Its the longest plesiosaur or certain kind of water dinosaur ever. This one is the Keichousaurus, one of the oldest and smallest water dinosaurs. Look how small! It must be….what? 8 inches?" Even he was surprised he remembered all this. He just figured he had a really, really good memory. It wasn't like he had anything else better to do. "And this one-……", he rambled on, digging up every scrap of knowledge, no matter how useless, on the subject to feed to Elle. He was floored by her enthusiasm, he expected her to be bored within a few moments, but here she was, asking more questions, which he was only to happy to answer.::
Elle
After she listened to him go on for a few more minutes she felt her stomach growl, he probably heard it himself it was rather loud. "I'm hungry now I think." She took his hand and placed it on her stomach, she didn't know why but having his hand right there felt eerily romantic. "So wanna go feed me?" Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and all that other good stuff really sounded excellent right about now. Though she wished she hadn't made Gabriel cook for nothing, yet at the same time the sex was pretty awesome.
Sylar
He couldn't contain his laugh at her stomach roaring at him. "Sorry, I worked you too much, didn't I? We are absolutely going to feed you. I'm hungry, too, now that you mention it." Of course his hand on her stomach was giving him ideas. What had gotten into him? He looked around, yet again, making sure no one was staring, before he massaged her abdomen, then gave her a kiss, a little longer than the last. She tasted fantastic, her lips soft against his rougher ones. He lingered closer to her lips when'd he'd finished, almost as if he wasn't. "IHOP still sound good to your stomach?" He asked, voice a little husky from the prolonged contact.::
Elle
Gabriel still seemed to be shy about the whole PDA thing, judging from his looking around before kissing her. Elle didn't mind though. Gabriel just wanted to be proper was all. His hand on her stomach was rather soothing and she found herself thinking things. Was it wrong to want to make slow passionate love to him at that very moment? If so, too bad because that's exactly what she wanted to do, however they had other things to do. "Yeah… it sounds very good." Leaning in some more she took it upon herself to kiss his lips, but she was desperate for him at this point and she couldn't help but add some tongue in the mix moaning lightly.::
Sylar
Something was seriously wrong with him, getting turned on in a freaking museum? Of all places? "Gre-," he never got to finish, because she took hold of the back of his head, pulled him down to where she could reach his lips again, and kissed him. Oh. His mind blacked out. When he felt her tongue, just touching to edge of his lower lip, he felt his knees nearly buckle for the umpteenth time that day. He was also desperate, for her and also not to do this in public, which, unfortunately won out. Drawing the kiss to a quiet close, he all-but-tore his lips away, whispering, "Elle……We can't. Not here," he said this with a frown, because he certainly wanted to. Take her right up against the wall in front of everyone, show them all who she really belonged to. But it wasn't right. And he reminded himself, yet again, of his promise of breakfast, "Later?" He asked, looking into her eyes, searching for a agreement, and also to let her know that he wanted this, oh, he wanted this. "Its just…….breakfast first, okay?::
Elle
Soft whimpers escaped her as he pulled away, she still wanted him. "Okay…" she said quietly, still holding him close to her. Her hands slid down his arms until she was holding his hands. The idea of being fucked up against the museum walls certainly was something she could get behind easily. Unfortunately, Gabriel was too shy to allow that. "Mhmm… later." She felt so small but not in a bad way. Elle kind of liked the idea of Gabriel making the rules, she was more than happy to follow them.::
