| Appearences by: | Elle, HRG, and Sylar |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | N/A |
| Date: | April 15, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
Warning: The levies are rupturing, the levies are rupturing!
Sylar
He grinned, taking her hand, and began to walk with her towards the exit. "So what was your favorite part of the museum, Elle?" He wondered. God, now the final test. To see if he could walk this off! Table all his dirty thoughts, for the time being. He knew he couldn't actually have sex with Elle in public, especially one so public a venue as a museum in New York! Well, they could, they'd just get arrested real quick. But he did entertain himself with thoughts of it. And Gabriel was a person who liked to plan things out.::
Elle
"I loved all of it! My favorite part was when we saw the Neanderthals and the uh…" What did he call them again? "Excaliburosoraus?" She couldn't really say the name but that didn't stop her from trying, "and the Elasamosauras?" Well… at least she tried. Those words were just way bigger than what she was use to. Way too many syllables or something. "But wanna know what I liked the best? Being there with you."::
Sylar
"I'm so glad you liked it. I was afraid you'd be bored to tears or something. Not a lot of people think history is interesting or worth their time, but without it, we wouldn't be here." He nodded, chuckling quite a bit at her attempts, but he didn't laugh at her. He wouldn't do that. But it was so cute when she tried to wrap her mouth around words bigger than she was. "What?" He asked to her last query. When she answered, his face spread into a ridiculously stupid grin, "Really? That was my favorite part, too! I mean, being there with you, not me. I bore myself to tears sometimes, but you……" He looked at her, like he was just now seeing her, "You're so different. You're kind, you're smart, you're talented, and you're gorgeous. I feel like I've won at 'Life'." He said grinning a more pensive grin this time. "Anyway, it's just a few more blocks"::
Elle
Did he have any idea of the reactions he caused in her? Or how she felt after he said sweet things like that? It felt like all the breath was sucked out of her body and she was struggling to catch it all back. Pearly whites were exposed as her grin widened into a bright smile. Eyes searched his as if peering deep into his soul. What was she suppose to say to that. "Ga-Gabriel you're different too… I mean I never really met someone as cute and smart as you before and… I certainly never been in love before. You make me very very happy." People probably would've been stunned that she could reveal how she was feeling in such a manner as she was generally one for keeping things bottled inside of herself. Only Gabriel got a chance to see this vulnerable side to her.::
Sylar
"Y-y-you……love me?" He was so stunned, he stopped walking and turned to look at her, he really prayed she wasn't joking, she didn't look like it, nor did he take her for the type to lie to him about something like that. "Oh, Elle, I love you so much more." He said as he cupped both sides of her face, tenderly, leaning down to kiss her as passionately and lovingly as he knew how. Her sweet lips met his, opening in a gasp, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue around her lips. Their kiss drew on and he realized they were still standing in the middle of the sidewalk, and people were probably staring slack-jawed, but he didn't give a damn. All that mattered was her lips on his, the soft noises that she made, he could barely hear over the noise of the city, but he felt them, vibrating all the way back to his throat, which convulsed over his own groan. Screw the people. Screw kissing in public. She loved him. "Oh, Elle, I love you, I love you, too," he murmured between kisses. If they kept this up much longer they were going to have some major problems, so he wound down, kissing all over her face, with soft butterfly kisses. "I love you, too, so much, Elle, I do." He kept up his steady litany of affection, of love. Gabriel never, ever thought he'd be in love, or have someone love him back. "Breakfast. You really know how to distract a guy, Elle."::
Elle
Was it really that surprising? He had told her the same thing yesterday which led to them doing things of the naughty variety. Granted she was shocked then just as he was now. Given his doubt from earlier, he must've thought it was a spur of the moment thing or something figuring she didn't mean it, but she did. She meant it with every fiber of her being. With this confirmation of her feelings he was leaning down to her to make contact with her lips. That kiss eliciting a whimper from her. Arms wrapped themselves around his torso. The vibrations from his groan could be felt and she felt herself dampening just a bit, but she knew they couldn't do anything like that in public. Besides she was still starving. "Sorry… maybe we should get going then." Yes, breakfast, they had to remember breakfast before breakfast was no longer served.::
Sylar
Okay, so he'd thought she was just putting him on earlier. But something, something told him that she really meant it. Not a lot of people would put up with him and a museum in the same day and lie about loving said someone. Yeah, breakfast. He knew he needed it, he figured she probably did. All of their……fun, highly pleasurable recreational acts had worn them both out. And the best part was he got to tease her over it, like she had to him with the slusho, until they got home to continue their……..activities. "Yup. Its right……here." He said gesturing at the restaurant. He made sure to push up against her behind while holding the door open for her to enter, crowding her. He leaned in a bit so his breath would brush her ear every time he exhaled. "Booth for two, please," he told the server, holding Elle's back to his chest, his arms wrapped around her tight.::
Elle
It was nice having someone to love her back, usually when she did display love it was never reciprocated. Namely from her father. Gabriel was certainly extremely special to her. He taught her things that she never knew before, took her out to museums and to eat breakfast, and he made her feel things. These things weren't just sexual but they were emotional as well. Finally they made it to the restaurant and he was being the gentleman she expected him to be by holding the door open for her. He held their bodies closely together, a gesture which relaxed her greatly as his voice sent shock waves through her entire body. The server wasted no time in taking them to that requested booth allowing them to sit across from each other, menus were handed over to them.::
Sylar
Food. That was sounding better and better all the time. "Sorry, about the cooking earlier. I guess I got…..uh, a little distracted." He said glancing up at her briefly, before burying himself in the menu. What did he want? Well, she'd put the idea of pancakes and eggs into his mind, so he decided to stick with that. "Know what you're having?" He asked, quietly, not wanting to disturb her train of thought. He kind of hoped she didn't. That way he could sit and stare at her for a while longer. Just drink her in, simply her presence. She just made him light up, somehow. He didn't know how she did it, how she got underneath his exterior, but she did. And did it well. He still marveled how it felt like they already knew each other, or maybe she knew him and he felt liked he'd already met her and was getting to know her now. He looked forward to the challenge.::
Elle
She slid the menu over to her staring at the cover, studying it before slowly yet curiously opening it. She'd never ordered from a restaurant or anything like that before. "Huh? Oh! It's okay Gabriel really. It was my fault for distracting you in the first place." Couldn't let him take all the blame for that. So unlike her considering she was use to abandoning responsibility. "I think so…." Eyes still scanned that menu, so many things to choose from. It was a bit overwhelming. This was going to take a while, though she had a general idea of what it was she wanted. She glanced up from that menu to see him staring at her, which caused her to blush and snap her eyes down real fast. Considering what they did earlier and yesterday there really was no need to play coy. Biting her lower lip, her baby blues trailed back up to him causing her to giggle childishly before looking back down again.::
Sylar
He had no idea this was new to her, he wasn't exactly a pro himself. If he had, he would have helped her, but he just saw her looking with wide-innocent-blue eyes, taking everything in. She answered that she knew what she was getting and he didn't give it a second thought. Then suddenly, in the midst of his one-sided staring contest, he noticed that she'd noticed he was staring. Oh, real smooth, Gabriel. Just as quickly, she'd looked away again. This made his own eyes widen in surprise. Did he have something on his face? He noticed her faint blush. Then she looked up again, just peeking over the menu, giggling before subsiding again. "Elle?" It was half-question half-laughter, although laughter mostly outweighed it. What was this all about. He didn't know much, if anything about flirting or the behavioral tendencies of human females when they were attracted to a male. He was officially clueless.::
Elle
"Y-yeah?" She asked shyly with that blush still on her face. Eyes stared into his own as she rested her elbows on that table. Not proper etiquette by any means, but who cared. Gabriel was just so hot, too bad he didn't even realize it. It was a bit overwhelming at times. It kind of made her want to make out and cuddle. Her feet weren't even touching the floor as she sat down so she took the liberty of swinging them back and forth.::
Sylar
Had he done something wrong? Why the shy behavior all of a sudden. He wanted, oh-so-badly to ask if he had erred, but decided that she would tell him if he had. For some reason her shyness only brought his back full-force. "I, um, I just, uh, I was just wondering what was so funny?" Great. And he had been doing so well there for a minute! His hair! He'd forgotten all about it! That's probably what she was laughing about, it probably looked terrible. Suddenly, very self-conscious, he casually, or as much as possible, placed his own elbow on the table, reaching up to smooth down his ruffled hair, or so he imagined. She really did look cute when she blushed. Made her skin look like candy, with her button nose and blue eyes. Candy.::
Elle
Oh nothing was wrong at all, everything was just right. The only thing that Gabriel did was look good. "Funny? Nothing, nothing! It's just…" she giggled some more. It was a bit embarrassing saying this for some strange reason. "You're just so cute." There she said it. The fact that she was acting like a fifth grader with a crush probably threw him off but she couldn't help it. There was absolutely no reason for Gabriel to suddenly feel insecure.::
Sylar
She denied anything was funny, yet continued laughing? He really didn't understand women. Not at all. And why should she be embarrassed? Every time she said things like that, he felt a surge, no, a wave of pride sweep through him at the thought. One that he quickly had to beat down and deny every time. He didn't want…….bad things to happen. Like they did when he was praised too much. But, much to his surprise, she continued, saying that he was cute, "I'm no-," here he cut himself off, she probably got sick of hearing this form him, but it was really just a preconditioned response. Anyone in the past who'd ever complimented or praised him was either lying, flattering, or manipulating him. His mother included. "I'm……Thanks Now it was his turn to look down, pretending to study his watch. Okay, so he'd accepted her silly compliment, that didn't mean he believed it. And he still couldn't do so without avoiding eye contact. Clearing his throat, hopefully to cover his sudden lapse, he said, "So are you." And so what if she acted like a fifth grader? He'd acted like a two-year old earlier. A particularly cranky two-year old. He inwardly cringed. Oh, you're cute, Gabriel, but in the you're-a-cute-little-two-year-old-infant kind of way. He snorted to himself. That had to be it. Reaching up a hand, he slid it up the table, palm up, asking for her hand, he asked "Ready to order?" while peeking up at her.::
Elle
When he said she was cute too she giggled some more. He reached for her hand and asked if she wanted to order. "Mhmm." Pulling her hand away from his she got up and went over to his side of the booth taking a seat. Immediately she pushed her body up against his and rested her head on his shoulder. They were too far apart as far as she was concerned. While resting on him she slide her menu over to her and stared at it. "I want this!" She stated pointing at a dish that consisted of waffles, eggs, and bacon.::
Sylar
One minute she giggled from the other side of the booth, next she was all but wrapped around him, sighing contentedly. Which, in his opinion, was very okay. "Hmm," was his murmured response to her proximity. She snatched her own menu, flipped through it and came upon a dish. Waffles, eggs, and bacon. He grinned. He leaned into her, brushing his nose against her temple, giving her a brief kiss there, before whispering, teasingly, "I thought you wanted eggs, pancakes and// sausage//? Those are waffles and bacon.". He couldn't resist. There was nothing behind his question except teasing her about her…….flighty nature. "My cooking put you off that bad?" He chuckled a bit, to let her know he was only joking. He harbored no ill feelings at all about their previous 'first' breakfast.::
Elle
She looked at the menu and realized that it was indeed different from what she had wanted earlier. Change in appetite she figured. "Well I wouldn't know now would I? Considering I didn't eat anything. I'm sure it would've been amazing." Being so close to him was so surreal, like it was hard to believe they were even sitting here in a restaurant let alone dating. Her hand couldn't help but roam his body particularly his chest and thighs. Eyes looked down firmly planted on his crotch, she wondered if she was turning him on, and that twelve inch monster only mesmerized her.::
Sylar
He chuckled some more at her equally teasing response. He kind of liked the banter, to be perfectly honest. "True, that's very true. Well, I don't know about that, though!" He was still speaking softly into her temple, so close to her ear. From his vantage point and height difference he couldn't help but look down at her marvelous body. Her dress was strapless and he got a pretty good view of her fantastic breasts. His other hand practically itched to make use of itself, i.e. fondling her breasts. But he wanted to see if he could tighten her nipples without touching her. She beat him to it, when her hands caressed, massaging his chest. When her hands lowered to his thighs……..Yeah, okay, time to kick this into high gear. Especially if he wanted to avoid some awkward physical reaction. Which he was already suffering from. Too late. He felt his cock, start to engorge with blood. His mind filling with ideas of what her hands could do underneath the table. The thought of public, or in this case, semi-public sex was very arousing to him for some strange reason. He hadn't known about it 'til he met Elle. So. His solution was to focus on Elle's nipples. Since they were in a fairly secluded area of the restaurant, not empty, but quiet, he felt alright in doing what he did next. He opened his mouth, trailing it, just barely touching her velvety skin, down to just below her ear, when it connected to her neck. Then he blew a hot breath on it. Pausing, but not moving, he waited to see the reaction. He had more tricks up his sleeve, if this didn't work right now. He was patient.::
Elle
Her hands could do a lot of things under the table, the question was, was he willing to whip that bad boy out and let her pleasure him? Wasn't like anyone would be able to see. Gabriel himself seemed to be getting bolder and bolder by the minute which was evident in that fact that he'd placed his mouth right above her neck. He breathed on her, and that cause her to giggle a bit, she was still very ticklish. Eyes remained locked on his hardening member and she reached over and touched it. "Maybe I want sausage after all." A subtle hint to oral sex? Perhaps.::
Sylar
No reaction? Alright. Phase Two. But his bad boy was already aching from the seduction and the thrill alone, she had yet to actually- Oh, god! Never mind! She did. "Uuuh!" Was his quiet moan all-but in her ear. He hadn't meant for it to be erotic, if it even was, but if it was, well, more points for him. Her comment shocked him, pleasantly, but still a shock. Wait, what? Was that-? Did she mean-? Oh, no! Not here. Not going to happen. He would have to be severely, dangerously desperate for that to occur. He couldn't let himself be tempted, so he opened his mouth a little wider, placing his lips around her throat, getting as much of her skin in his mouth as he could. She was so soft, her skin all-but slid through his lips as he tried to hold his grip. He gave a small moan again, for the vibrations, then adding suction to the mix. Again, he waited.::
Elle
She was beginning to get wet, and his moans weren't exactly helping either. Her hand moved in slow circles over his cock, squeezing it once. Even though it was painful, extremely painful, she wanted it in her nonetheless. It eventually did get better and feel incredibly amazing. His lips found her throat, and he started moaning into her which in turn caused her to whimper and moan out. The sucking on her throat was what really got to her though, she closed her eyes and continued rubbing his dick.
Waitress
"Uh… can I…. are you two ready to order?"
Elle
A redhead girl was standing beside them wearing the standard uniform. She was most obviously uncomfortable.::
Sylar
Still? Nothing? Hm. Maybe that was too high of goal to- His thoughts were interrupted by the waitress. Oh. No. This was almost as bad as having sex. Hell, to him it was the same thing, being caught in a compromising situation. He released her throat with a wet noise, grabbing her hand simultaneously, away from fondling his dick, to hold her hand in his……lap, instead. He really didn't want the waitress to see his currant condition, so he cleared his throat, as if nothing-what-so-ever out of the ordinary was going on, before answering, "Yes, I believe we are. She'll take the continental breakfast and I'll have the same. What do you want to drink?", he turned to ask her. He couldn't believe he was handling this so well! He was sure once they'd left that he'd fall apart, but for now he could keep up appearances.::
Elle
She could've ripped this bitch's head off for choosing now of all moments to interrupt them. Weren't waitresses suppose to be prompt? "Orange juice." Was her sweet reply, as she smiled fakely at the girl. Usually she was able to make her smiles seem incredibly convincing but this time, her hatred for this woman couldn't have been more clearer. Whether Gabriel noticed or not she didn't know. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. When the waitress wrote all of that stuff down, she left as soon as she could much to Elle's relief. "Now… where were we?" She asked with a grin. She planted a soft kiss on his lips and continued to rub his cock. "Want to make love to me later?"
Sylar
God, how embarrassing. He as well could have, much more literally, ripped said……woman's head off. he was oblivious to Elle's angry demeanor, especially when she turned and kissed him again. "Elle, I'm sor-", but he never finished because her lips sliding on his were suddenly way more important than his apology. He knew how to prioritize. Not only that, but her hand, slipped from his, to continue massaging his cock. "Hmm." he moaned into the kiss in answer. Oh, this was where they were, alright. His eyes had rolled back into his head with the force of his lust, which was still containable, but wouldn't be for long if her hand kept up its most pleasant actions, "Elle, god, yes, you know I do, but….." he murmured into the kiss, never breaking contact, "please, not here!". He knew how tight she was, what difficulty she had taking his fully erect cock inside her, so his strange newly-discovered 'fantasies' coming to life was bound to make him lose control than their average lovemaking session. And lose of control on his part was dangerous. In so many ways. He broke away from the kiss, a little breathless. Out of curiosity, he glanced down. Bingo! Her nipples were tight and hard, his goal was complete.::
Elle
Now wasn't the time for talking, now was the time to express how much they wanted and needed each other. She was eagerly awaiting to get home, could these people hurry up with their food. "Not here?" She asked breathily. Her hand let go of his cock, and she nodded. Elle generally wasn't one to not give into temptation, and Gabriel was a very very sexy temptation. Not only were her nipples hard but, "Gabriel… I'm wet." She was rubbing her thighs together in an effort to get some kind of friction on her clit going. Eyes followed his to her nipples and she took his hand and placed it right on top of her left breast. "You like?"
Sylar
"Oh, g-g-god. Elle, please." His hand was taken and placed so it nearly covered her soft round breast. He forced his hand to stiffen, not moving to cup and mold and handle her waiting, willing globe. He threw a quick glance around the restaurant to make sure no one was watching him nearly molest his girlfriend. He swallowed hard, "Oh, god, please don't make me do this. I-I-I could seriously hurt you. A-a-and we just can't do this here. We have to wait." He closed his eyes, holding them shut, harder than he needed to, he knew, but his control was handing by a thread.::
Elle
Her expression became one of disappointment, she really was horny and wanted to do a couple of naughty things right then and there, but she was going to respect Gabriel's wishes. He was only thinking of her after all rather than himself. "I don't think you could ever hurt me, Gabriel." She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest, the act itself wasn't sexual but that wasn't to say she wasn't still horny. Patience was all she needed, they'd be going back to his apartment as soon as this breakfast was over, and she could let him do whatever he wanted to her then. "Sorry… I got a bit carried away, didn't I?" Discovering sex as of yesterday could make a girl pretty addicted.::
Sylar
She'd removed her hand from over his on her breast, and he slowly, very reluctantly withdrew. He found himself a little short of breath, "T-thanks, Elle. I want to, you /know// I do, but…" he gestured at his cock, helplessly, "Its just……" In public, was what he wanted to say. But he realized that if he said that, she might take it the wrong way and think he meant 'in public with you,' when in reality he meant 'in public in general,' not to mention getting caught during a moment of……intense PDA. "No, no, no. I started it. I guess I need to learn to keep my hands to myself now." He hastened to assure her. And if she thought she was addicted? He had a good four times more hormones than she did, not to mention years worth of repression, whether he knew it or not. Laying her arms about him, giving him a tender hug, which he appreciated. "But who's to say that I wouldn't," he said lightly, not wanting to ruin the mood. And, unfortunately for his engorged member, he could be very patient when the time called for it. He didn't like it, and he found his patience getting harder and harder to hold on to, especially around Elle. Thankfully, by now, the waitress had returned with their food. "Anything else I can do for you?" she asked. Well, if that wasn't a loaded question!::
Elle
"Don't worry, I know." There was no need for him to explain himself, in the three days that they've been acquainted she pretty much had him figured out. Then again, Elle was always good at reading people, but it was something about Gabriel that she just innately understood. For example she knew that he was going to immediately take the blame for initiating the whole thing. "You don't have to take the blame, I started it by rubbing all over you." Which led to him moaning into her neck, which led to her groping him, and yeah… The point was she was just as guilty of not keeping her hands to herself. "You wont. I know it." The waitress returned with their food, much to her delight. For once she was actually good to see the woman. "No, no… we're fine thanks." Elle wanted to bluntly tell her to go away, but refrained from doing such a thing around Gabriel. Daddy always said that manners would take her a long way, and there was nothing that she wanted to do more than impress Gabriel with how respectable she could be.::
Sylar
"I wasn't tr-" well, maybe she had. And maybe he was. And they did understand one another. It was uncanny. Had it really only been three days? It felt like so much more. And so much less at the same time. But there was one thing she still didn't understand about him, and that was his……urge, no, that wasn't the right word, his…….hunger. She overestimated his control. Obviously. He didn't contradict her, letting the subject slide. Placing their food in front of them, the waitress asked if they needed anything. Gabriel was never one to snap, even when he wanted to, which he didn't, so he let Elle thank the lady and refuse. "Um, you know what? We, uh, might need to switch places, because I'm, well, left handed." He said, a little sheepishly, for not thinking about it. Oh, well. He was happy in paradise. Well, heaven, actually, since he was here with an angel. An angel who he was lucky enough to call his girlfriend. He knew it would still take time to wrap his mind around the concept.::
Elle
"Sure, we can switch places." She giggled. "I kind of noticed you were left handed when you were cooking earlier." Not to mention when he touched her in certain places. Elle was happy to accommodate Gabriel in any way necessary, not only that but she was happy to be in love and with a smart, hunky guy nonetheless, even if he didn't see himself that way. Kissing him on his cheek, she got out of the booth so that they could switch places. When this was complete she immediately began to turn her attention to her food. Eyes scanned the pancakes before she frowned. These totally needed to be cut. Elle never did cut her own pancakes and she didn't know if she should ask Gabriel to do it for her or not. It would only suggest that she wasn't grown-up enough to be with him. "Um…" She began reluctantly. "Gabriel? Do you mind… uh… you know… cutting my pancakes for me?" Gosh, she was so immature!::
Sylar
Oh, yeah, right. She probably had noticed. "Thanks," he said, when they rearranged themselves, "Believe me when I say it's a lot easier this way." He surveyed his own food, then glanced at Elle. She was frowning. Had she ordered the wrong thing? Or been given it? Then she spoke up, asking him to help her cut her pancakes. What? He almost spluttered out, she didn't know how to cut pancakes? What kind of sick man was her father that he hadn't been there or taught her how. It broke his heart, made him furious, and made him love her more all at the same time. The latter, thankfully, won out. "Of course," he said gently. He didn't think it was immature. He knew it was difficult for normal people to learn new things. Some people picked it up quickly, naturally, while others struggled. It was perfectly normal and expected. And he said so, "Don't be embarrassed, it's totally normal. I don't expect you to know how to do everything the first time you try." Leaning over her a bit, scrunching up one shoulder to get closer and get the right angle, he took her fork and knife, from her hands, and began to cut them into Elle-sized bites. "There. Eat up," he said.::
Elle
Her father had always been the one to generally cut her food when the two of them ate breakfast together, or one of the people who delivered her food did it. Though she was never taught she did actually know how, learning via observation, but it just felt awkward doing it herself. Gabriel though really knew how to take care of her, he was so sweet, patient and gentle with her. "Thanks." She stated with a smile before lathering her food with syrup and digging in. Gabriel would no doubt find out that she had a pretty… vivacious appetite. For a girl her size, she truly did stuff it all down. She swung her feet back and forth happily, humming a little tune.::
Sylar
He turned to his own food, borrowing the syrup from her after she'd drowned her food in it. "You're welcome," he couldn't help but smile back. He cut his own pancakes, but before his fork reached his mouth, he noticed Elle making funny movements under the table. What? He leaned back a bit, to see just what it was that she was doing. He bit his lip in an effort to keep from laughing. Hard. She was so short that her feet didn't reach the floor! He thought it was funny and adorable. Still smiling, choking on his laughter, he turned again to his food, taking a bite of delicious breakfast. Hmm. It tasted different from his own cooking, not better or worse, just different. But he thoroughly enjoyed it. And he did notice her…….appetite. Appetites, to be exact. He was amazed to watch her, out of the corner of his eye, of course, devour her food. She must need to consume a lot to keep up her hummingbird-like energy.::
Elle
She heard his repressed laughter but didn't really think much of it, maybe he saw something funny or had a funny thought. His laughter however persisted and he was looking at her, so she turned her head to look at him. "What's funny? I don't have food all over my face do I?" That would be so embarrassing, then again the better for him to lick off. No! No! Gabriel didn't want them to do anything of that variety here, she needed to keep her thoughts pure. The food was pretty good, she was sure that Gabriel's probably tasted better though. She had a lot of confidence in him. Elle didn't exactly realize that she ate a lot, it was just… normal to her.::
Sylar
That would have been interesting if she'd had food on her face, he mused. Pity. "What? No, no, no. No food on the face. Just noticed something is all," he said, innocently, yet truthfully. He didn't know if his food was 'better' per se, that was just his opinion. Others might not like it at all, others might like it more. He didn't know. He did know that he was hungry, in more than one sense, but he ate diligently, if a little slower than Elle. Unlike her, he might get a stomach ache if he ate like that. It didn't bother him at all, either the rate or amount of her consumption. Actually, if anything, he thought it was cute. Tiny little thing, Elle was, yet she probably ate as much as he did.::
Elle
"Noticed what?" Her pancakes were gone by this point and she was now placing a fork full of syrup drenched, scrambled eggs in her mouth. Blues blinking at him, a strand of blonde hair moving in front of her eyes. Anything that caught Gabriel's attention or caused him to laugh she was interested in. The normalcy that she felt was just so overwhelming. Not once did she think about her ability which she was somewhat addicted to. Thoughts of filling up innocent people with electricity (except the waitress) didn't cross her mind at all. Reaching forward she took her glass of orange juice in her hands and sipped on that straw lightly.::
Sylar
"Just something I hadn't thought of before. Really, its nothing," he insisted. He was three-quarters done with his meal, she was finishing off her eggs, the only thing left on her plate. He saw her reach for her orange juice, bringing the straw to her syrupy pink lips…….he stared, a little wide around the eyes, for a moment, before snapping his attention back to her eyes. But she was engrossed with her drink. She reminded him of a little kid. Admittedly, a very, very, cute little kid, whose feet couldn't reach the ground, couldn't, well didn't know how to cut their food, ate like an animal, swung their feet, and enjoyed their juice. It only made her more endearing to him. He just wanted to cuddle her forever.::
Elle
Well if it wasn't important enough to be discussed then there really was no need to keep asking what was so funny. She shrugged and continued to drink her juice. The contents were halfway gone before she placed the glass back on the table and noticed Gabriel staring at her. "What?" She asked with a giggle, finishing off the last bit of her eggs and thus her entire meal. His desire for cuddling was no doubt mutual. Even though she'd been comforting him she couldn't help but view him as a protector. He was more than just a lover and boyfriend.::
Sylar
It really wasn't. And he didn't discuss it because he didn't want her to think he was belittling her or something of that nature. He just noticed, and it was cute. But then she noticed him staring, yet again. This time, he probably needed an explanation, "Sorry. Just watching you guzzle down your juice and swing your feet because you're too short. Its cute, that's all, I promise." He very much liked being thought of as the protector, the…..savior, if you will. It made him feel special and important and strong, heroic, masculine, all those things in abundance. It was a rush in and of its own. "But then you started……" here he glanced down, a little ashamed that he'd just proven himself to be a hypocrite, wanting them to wait, but ogling all the same, "Sucking on the straw, and I……well……." he trickled off, making a general 'well-you-know' kind of gesture. He wasn't embarrassed, exactly, just felt like a dork, and little bit foolish. But it was nothing he couldn't handle.::
Elle
The idea that Gabriel was thinking something negative about her didn't at all cross her mind. "You think I'm cute?" Well, duh. She just liked hearing him say it. She picked up her glass and continued to drink through that straw, slurping that orange juice to non existence. When he mentioned the straw thing she looked down at it and blushed. Setting the glass down the clasped her hands together placing them in her lap. "Well…" What was she supposed to say. She truly was at a loss of words. Elle knew exactly what it was Gabriel was talking about. "When we get back…?"
Sylar
"Sorry. But you asked, and…..I noticed, I couldn't help it. Its wrong, I didn't mean to." Here he looked up, taking both her hands in his, staring into her pretty baby-blue eyes, "I'm not asking you to do that, to do anything, okay? Its important that you understand that. I was……explaining, I guess. And I'm not saying I don't want it, I do, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, when we're ready, okay? I'm just focused on eating a good meal and getting home so we can finish what we started." He added a small grin at the end, keeping the exchange light, he wanted her to know he wasn't angry or frustrated, just…….very much looking forward to the rest of the day.::
Elle
He took her hands in his much larger ones and she stared down at them, before her gaze returned back to his face. "It's okay Gabriel, I understand. I don't mind at all. You're special to me and I want to make you happy." Oral sex had never really been anything that she thought about. Sure she used to have random thoughts about sex every now and then, but not as much as she did now. Elle viewed sex as being something special, something that she could use to express how deeply her feelings for Gabriel truly went. "I can't wait." When they got home she knew that something of the naughty variety was going to happen.::
Sylar
Those were his thoughts on sex, as well. A primal, emotions, physical expression of love, feeling, etc. She was turning him into a sexual predator. And he liked it. "I'm…..glad," he said with a wry grin, "and you do already. Don't feel like you have to make me happy, just sitting here watching you eat makes me happy. Don't ever put me ahead of your own happiness because it's not worth it." Here an evil smirk rose to his face, "You have no idea," was his response to her last comment, "None at all." Placing money on the table, he pulled Elle's hands, helping her to rise.::
Elle
They were getting ready to leave now much to her delight. It was still fairly early in the day but there was nothing she wanted to do more than just stay in all day and cuddle with him. Perhaps even do something more. The weather was nice, and there was a gentle breeze about, blowing those silky, blonde locks back. One hand came up to move a lock behind her ear. The walk back to Gabriel's apartment was a pleasant one, she found herself leaning on his arm that pleasant smile still on her face. It had been about fifteen minutes before they had actually arrived at the building. Elle loved it here, it was the only other home she'd been in besides her own from when she was younger.::
Sylar
Frankly, he didn't know if he could sit in the booth and act according to normal social etiquette whether they'd finished eating or not. He was glad that he'd worn a T-shirt, so he could feel the breeze as well. It felt strange to feel his own hair move in the wind, usually it was brushed down so it wouldn't. They reached his apartment, going up the stairs, down the hallway, and into his home. It still felt strange to have another human in his 'fortress of solitude'. But with Elle it was pleasant, very pleasant as opposed to being an intrusion. Still holding her hand, he led to the couch.::
Elle
Open-toed heels were kicked off as he led her over to that plastic covered couch. Legs curled up into herself, no longer touching the floor as she held onto his hand. "Gabriel…" she sung his name out with a smile on her face, bouncing just a bit. What were they going to do now? He did mention wanting to continue where they left off when they got back here, and she had an idea what that meant. Still though, incase she was wrong she wasn't going to undress or anything yet. In fact it would be even more sexy if he undressed her himself.::
Sylar
Sitting down, in the typical awkward side-by-side, he leaned in to give her a gentle kiss. He simply savored the feel, the taste of Elle's lips. If there was one thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life, it wouldn't be killing or taking powers. It wouldn''t even be sex. It would be kissing Elle. He absolutely could not get enough of it. When she moaned and opened her mouth a bit, he deepened the kiss, feeling his hunger, of the sexual variety, come roaring back. Letting out his own moan, he brought up a hand to cup her head, tangling his fingers in her pretty, golden hair.::
Elle
They were sitting on that couch like two awkward teens crushing on each other but not knowing what to do about it. Hands were clasped in front of her as she carried that familiar blush across her cheeks. Apparently he was unable to stay like this any longer than needed be, evident in the fact that he made the first move. He leaned forward and placed his lips gently against hers, which cause the immediate response in her. Eyes closed and she opened herself up more to the kiss, left hand coming to rest on his chest. Pitchy moans escaped her. She felt his hand tangle in her hair enjoying its feel. Tongue swirled around the inside of his mouth, tasting as much of him as she possibly could've.::
Sylar
Oh, he really couldn't wait. It took major amounts of control not to slam her against the nearest flat upright surface and make it to the couch in an attempt to be civilized and polite. He began to harden when she placed her hand on his chest, ideas of what her hands could do and had done racing through him. But, like always, he had a plan. Her tongue in his mouth was heaven, he sucked on it, wanting as much as possible inside of her. He also could taste her, like orange juice. He wanted more, so much more. He twisted her head to one side, angling his own lips to get a better grip of her mouth, devouring her lips. His other hand came to rest on her breast, making her arch into him.::
Elle
Making out was such a fun activity. So much time could be wasted on the act. It was a nice way to forget one's troubles. She pulled away from him, biting her lower lip and staring into his eyes. Hands found the bottom of his shirt and she tugged on it with a giggle. "Lift up for me?" When he raised his arms she'd pulled it over his head, staring at his bare chest. Eyes traveled across his upper body as her small delicate fingers glided over his chest hair. Still doing this she looked up at him once more. Leaning forward again he pressed her lips against his to deliver a brief peck.::
Sylar
Giggling, while giving him a not-so-subtle hint to take off his shirt, which she helped him with. Shirtless, he watched her ogling him. What was so arousing about his chest for her? For him he understood, it was his body, it felt good. Her hand caressed his pecs, lingering over his collarbones where more of his chest hair was. He didn't know enough about this to know if chest hair was a good or bad thing. But he let out small gasps to show her just how good it felt. When she leaned in to kiss him, he gave her the desired peck, but mouthed his way down her neck, nipping and sucking. He didn't know how much longer he could avoid ripping that dress bodily from her frame. His erection was straining against his jeans and it felt different than his usual slacks, there was more pressure and friction.::
Elle
Well the chest was where the heart was, that in itself made it extremely special. There was nothing that she liked more than cuddling with him, resting her head on him and listening to his heart beat. When it came to chest hair it was a very good thing, very… masculine. His body was just so sexy. The gasps elicited from him proved that her gentle touches were something that he enjoyed. Gabriel himself decided to admire her by kissing and sucking on her neck. The small nibbles were what excited her the most. Her own arousal was evident in the growing wetness between her legs. Hands left his chest for a moment to reach back behind her to unzip the back of that dress, something she struggled with for a bit. Just as she gotten frustrated she managed to pull it down and take off the top portion of her dress revealing that, childish pink, yellow, and blue polka-dot bra.::
Sylar
Hmm. And he did so like to nibble. She'd managed to bare her torso, and the cute bra, but that was not what he was interested in. Not at all. He grew too impatient, grasping her hips, he hauled her into his lap before resuming his sucking of her collarbones. He had to move her dress a little, so she could accommodate his hips, but he didn't mind. Especially when his rough hands brushed against the outsides of her thighs and hips. His mind was reeling with arousal, he wanted her to ride him, screw him into the couch. He could feel her heat through her underwear and his jeans. This made him start a slow circular grind against her, careful not to be too rough, since denim was a very course fabric. But the friction drove him insane, he wanted to push into her through his jeans, his hands grasped her hips a little tighter, tugging her closer. When he'd finished with her collarbones, he trailed down to her breasts. Those he wanted in his mouth, so he fumbled around her back to release the catch of her bra. It took him a few moments, a few moments more than he wanted, and it frustrated him since he was a watchmaker, he should be able to handle a stupid bra. But he eventually got it off, chucking it who-knew where to bring his large hands to her her soft breasts, grasping and stroking.::
Elle
In a burst of energy he had her straddling him, she could feel that large cock pressing against her core. His mouth descended on her again, and she found herself throwing her head back, moaning out loud. Eyes were still closed. It was like some kind of being was taking hold of her body. She didn't seem to have any control at this point. His hands roamed the soft, smooth flesh of her thighs, and pulled at her hips. He ground into her, putting pressure on her clit causing her to moan out. "Gabriel… I can't wait to have you inside me." He struggled to unclasp her bra but she didn't care the act itself was rather arousing. Slowly she bounced on top of him feeling that fabric slip away. Good thing that bra had been strapless as well, she didn't want to stop caressing his chest. "Remember when you brought up… sucking? M-maybe I can try…" He had to realize though that he was taking a great risk with her having her lips wrapped around his cock. She'd never had anything in her mouth before, so nicking him was likely to happen.::
Sylar
Her moans only encouraged him. He massaged her breasts roughly, looking up into her face, lost in pleasure. Right where he wanted her. "Yes…..Elle." was his own moaned response, "Oh, god, I need you, I need you so bad," he growled out. She reminded him of their earlier conversation, "Y-y-yeah, I remember. But if I'm too far gone……I'll hurt you. Maybe you shouldn't," he tried to reason with her. This was a bad idea. That did not stop him from wanting it all the same, but he hated the part of him that didn't care, that wanted to shove himself into her mouth, into her vagina, anything, regardless of her pain. "I have a compromise," he stated. He wanted to get her off as well, and let her be as much in control as possible. Otherwise things would get way out of hand very quickly. He gave her a fierce kiss, still kneading her breasts, tugging at her nipples, watching her squirm in his lap, which was very gratifying.::
Elle
"You wont." She answered breathily. Trust was something that she invested completely in him. That in itself was surprising considering she was extremely paranoid of everything and everyone. "You'll like it." She licked her lips, and placed her own finger into her mouth sucking on it briefly before placing it on his bottom lip. "Compromise?" Gabriel hadn't need to worry about getting her off, he was doing a terrific job of that as is. Suddenly he was kissing her with an overwhelming amount of passion and she found herself wanting to be ravaged by him. His hands pinched and tugged her nipples and she squeaked out. This caused her to grind against him further.::
Sylar
Her fingers, her saliva-wet fingers on his lip was what made him kiss her like a madman, and maybe he was. With her grind into him, which tore a grunt from him, "Uh. Yeah, compromise," he managed to gasp out. The pressure was building in his hard cock, so he reached behind and under her to his fly and button, ripping them, the jeans and boxers off. Now he was no longer restricted and his dick rubbed against her underwear, feeling her wetness. "Oh, you're so wet. I need, I need-," he never finished, he lifted her dress off over her head, than he pivoted his rear in the couch, till he lay flat with Elle between his spread knees, wearing nothing but her panties, which were soaked through. He tore them off, in fact he might have torn a few seams in the violence of the process. "Like this." His voice was gravelly from his lust, it was a wonder he could even speak, and he turned her around, so she straddled him, facing away.::
Elle
"What's the compromise?" Just as soon as she asked this he went to unbutton his pants, releasing his throbbing cock. She jumped just a bit in surprise and anticipation when she felt it against her. She was very wet for him. Before she could even respond he went pulling her dress up over her head, leaving her clad only in those panties. She giggled out loud when they went tumbling back, her body landing on top of his. Her nose was practically brushing up against his, and she leaned forward a bit more kissing him. Instantly her panties were ripped off from her causing her to yelp in surprise. She sat up and found herself being turned around, her heat making direct contact with his cock now. She ground against his cock, her wetness coating it.::
Sylar
"Oh, god, oh, Elle." He was practically incoherent now, but with a sliver of consciousness he realized that his compromise may, indeed, have been a good idea. When her wetness started to drip down his aching shaft, when she began to grind against his hard meat, he growled, loudly. "This isn't it," he said placing his hands on her hips, he bodily hauled her knees back so her ass was in his face, his big cock in hers. "That's what I want, Elle. The perfect, god! Compromise. You, uh, you get control, I get you off." His hands fell from her hips to her ass cheeks, kneading and spreading, which opened her dripping pussy lips to him. Pussy? Where had that come from? He'd never said or thought that before? Shifting his fingers, while maintaining his palms' pressure on her cheeks, his fingers went down to spread her lips further, digging in a bit, into her wetness.::
Elle
She was under the impression that she was going to fuck him, that he was going to stick his cock as far into her as it could possibly go as she moaned his name out over and over. Her bubble was burst however when he used that astounding strength to pull her knees back, her ass practically staring him in the face, her pussy dripping to greet him. His cock was directly in her face, the instrument throbbing as she glanced down at it. "Oh…" Slowly she reached forward to poke his dick hesitantly, a little intimidated by its size. Realizing that nothing bad was going to happen she placed the palm of her hand over it, before her fingers wrapped around it. It was heavy and thick, her fingers unable to wrap around it. "So big…" She held his cock up so that it was no longer laying flat against his abdomen. Hand slowly moved up and down its length, she felt the skin glide up and down as she stared at a bead of arousal forming at the tip. Leaning forward the stuck her tongue out licking the clear fluid up finding it to be rather sweet. Tasting him felt… different. Unique. Lips were pressed firmly together as she placed a soft kiss against it. It was warm against her mouth and she parted her lips to take the head in her mouth. There was no added stimulation or anything yet, but eventually she began to slowly swirl her tongue around the tip. "Mmmm." She pulled away with a noisy smack of her lips, and stroked it some more while staring at it. "Gabriel? How does that feel?" No point in asking if she was doing it right, he had no idea himself.::
Sylar
Her hands on him was divine, he had to struggle not to come right then, when she started jacking him. Then it only got worse, or better depending on how you looked at it. She added her mouth, kissing, tongue, then she made the most obscenely delicious sucking noise as she withdrew to ask him how it felt. He couldn't explain it to her, not in this state, and probably not ever, so he moaned, lustily, and said, "I'll show you." He thrust both of his index fingers inside her, pulling her apart gently, before he ran his tongue up her slit, her juiced falling into his mouth. He shoved his wet tongue into her welcoming wetness, taking her with his tongue, swirling, massaging, and rubbing inside her hot clenching walls. He began to wriggle his tongue, knowing the vibrations would drive her crazy.::
Elle
He spread apart her folds and immediately wasted no time in dipping his tongue inside of her. Unlike her, this was his second time doing this, his first time being yesterday. For a minute she almost forgot how wonderful this felt. She screamed out, but he would be able to tell that this was a scream of pleasure rather than pain. Walls contracted and clamped down over his tongue before releasing with rapid succession as her body reacted to the stimulus. Gabriel was pleasuring her with his mouth it was only right that she continued as well. Hand rested on his pubes moving lower to cup his balls, fondling them. She hadn't touched these yesterday and she immediately found herself fascinated with the two, thick globes. So big and so warm. Given her angle she couldn't get her mouth on them, that is until she pulled them upwards to her and sucked on one. Her right hand still jacking him. No time was wasted moaning against him, sending those vibrations coursing through him. Popping those balls out of her mouth with another lewd sound, she went back to focusing her attention on his dick. Head was turned to the side, as her mouth sucked at his shaft tongue scraping against it. That head once again was taken in her mouth, Elle going down on him further before her jaw started to cramp up when she got three inches in.::
Sylar
His balls only ached, until she put them in her mouth and sucked. The suction went strait to the head of his dick, making it throb and swell. Then his balls felt like they were going to explode. The sounds she made made him want to thrust. So his solution was to shove two more fingers inside of her, which was a tight fit, but he sucked on her lips, leaning down a little further to lap at her clit. All the while ramming his fingers inside of her aching pussy. He could feel her start to clench around them, so he started to crook his fingers down, and began to pull her by that protrusion inside her, that little rough spot she seemed to love when he hit. Her mouth finally wrapped around his cock, her heat and wetness so inviting, begging him to shove himself all the way in, back deep into her throat, just use her. She could only take in about a quarter of his dick, but it felt good. She began to moan around him, made him swell and harden even more, if at all possible. His pulling motion yanked her back to his mouth, where his tongue would slap and slop around, carelessly, vibrating, licking, tasting.::
Elle
Those extra fingers caused her to wince, and buck against him. He was very good with his fingers. Hungrily he gobbled her juices down, licking at her, dipping his tongue inside. She whimpered with her mouth still around his dick, as she sucked and licked harder. Tongue glided against the ridge of that mushroom head, licking up the sweet deliciousness that seeped from the tip. Her breathing quickened and before she knew it she was panting out feverously, juices spilling out even more so now covering Gabriel's face, orgasm hitting her. Dick was slipped out of her mouth so she could catch her breathe, before she sucked at it some more. Maybe he'd release himself into her mouth, allowing her to get her first taste of his hot load.::
Sylar
He felt a rush of her fluids, swallowing them down, greedy for more. He kept shoving his fingers inside and sucking of her clit until she finished spasming. When she came she, naturally, released his dick from her mouth, to moan, and just plain breathe. The cold air in contrast to her warm mouth was shocking, but not uncomfortable. When she returned to him, he knew he was close, now that his mouth was unoccupied he was able to vocalize, "Elle, oh, god, Elle, baby, I'm gonna- I'm gonna-" with a desperate, as-gentle-as-possible jerk of her hair, he tried to pull her off of him so she wouldn't choke, "Don't-!" was all he grunted out in warning.::
Elle
She felt Gabriel taking down as much of her juices as he possibly could. The waterfall never seeming to cease. Once it did however, she continued to suck on that dick of his. With his dick in between her lips she felt it throb. Was he going to cum now? Why didn't he want her to swallow him down too? She listened to what he said, taking her lips from around it, only to be blasted in the face with that signature volumous load. Eyes were closed as he painted her face, one hand still wrapped around that phallus of his. "Gabriel?"
Sylar
"Uh!", was half-gasped half groaned response. His back arched, mostly in an attempt not to shove back into her mouth, pressing his chest to her hips as he came. He didn't know what he thought would happen if he pulled out, to be honest, he wasn't really thinking that far ahead. So he made a mess of her face instead of choking her. He didn't know which was preferable. "Elle. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I didn't want you to choke!" He managed, chest still heaving in exertion, desperate to return to its normal pattern. He continued massaging her ass and thighs, "Wow!" Who knew what a museum could do to you?::
Elle
Her eyes were still closed, but she managed to turn around completely to face him. Tongue crept out to lick whatever fluid had landed on her lips up, just as her hands came up to wipe her eyes. Opening them she stared at him with a tilt of her head. "It's okay." She giggled. "Your face is kind of messy too," she laughed at the sight of his mouth and chin.::
Sylar
Huh? Oh, right. It probably was. He reached a hand to his chin, feeling her wetness there, but he could care less. When she turned to face him, he was even more horrified at the mess he'd made then he was a minute ago. "Damn it! Elle, let me get you something to clean up with." He stood up abruptly, heading for the bathroom where he got her a warm, wet washcloth. He brought it back, sitting, still naked, on the couch, to proceed to clean himself off her face. "No, its not okay, its……I don't know what it is, but you shouldn't have to deal with it is what." He stated as he gently rubbed her face clean, gradually exposing her white flawless skin. "There. All better." giving a wry grin, he used the backside of the cloth to wipe his own face briefly.::
Elle
Gabriel was such a worry wort. It was funny to watch. Immediately he went to go retrieve a wash cloth, returning moments later to clean her face off for her. She wasn't mad or anything, but it did feel rather nice to have a mask of male fluids removed from her face. His own face cleaned up she grabbed his hand, just to hold it. Gabriel couldn't say there wasn't at least a part of him that enjoyed making a mess of her face, hell a part of her even liked it. "So… what's on the agenda now?" Elle asked leaning against him.::
Sylar
"Hmm," he thought out loud, contemplating. He really hadn't thought that far ahead, clearly. But her snuggling up to him gave him a stroke of brilliancy, "I know. We can watch T.V? Does that sound good?" he asked, making a move to get up. He was only going to get a blanket, so they didn't have to put their clothes back on, but could still be warm, and cuddle. He gave her a quick kiss, stood up, and momentarily came back with a big quilted blanket. "Can't have you freezing," he said with a grin.::
Elle
"Mhmm," she replied happily. Eyes followed Gabriel as he got up, trailing his cock as it dangled about as he moved. The rest of his body was also appetizing, like those broad shoulders and his toned chest. Elle found herself moistening, biting her lower lip. She sighed sadly as she lost sight of him only to perk up again when he reentered. Cuddling in a blanket, how romantic, not to mention über cute. "I'd still have you to keep me warm." Flirting with Gabriel was just so much fun, she couldn't get enough of it.::
Sylar
He was completely unaware of her attention. In fact, now that he thought about it, he wasn't self-conscious. Well, naked, anyways. "That is very true," he grinned back. He didn't really think of it as flirting, he didn't know what he thought of it, beyond that he liked to do it and it was meaningless conversation, if it could even be called that. He returned to the couch, wrapping first her in the blanket, then sitting and joining her. He used his telekinesis to turn on the T.V. with a flick of his hand. "Anything in particular?" He asked, turning to nuzzle his nose into her hair. She always smelled so good, even now, when she, technically, smelled like him. He saw a cartoon that he was unfamiliar with dancing across the screen out of the corner of his eye as he gazed down at Elle.::
Elle
It felt so wonderful to be snuggled up next to him, he felt amazing against her. "Wait, I have a better position." Shifting about some, she managed to sit in his lap so that she was in between his legs, able to lay back against him. Also he'd be able to wrap his arms around her comfortably. "Fairly Oddparents!" She squealed watching the cartoon. It was one of her favorites. "Sorry for getting super excited." She blushed a bit. "Um… do you have Cinemax?" Maybe there was a movie or something on that they could watch.::
Sylar
She had no idea just how good she felt pressed up against him, all warm soft curves complimenting his lean hard form. They were physically exact opposites, darkness and light. And he liked the light, he thought, grinning to himself. "Oh, really, and what might-?" He didn't finish, because she'd straddled his lap, but facing the T.V. "Oh!" He said a little surprised, it hadn't occurred to him to 'snuggle' this way. Not that he was complaining by any means. She suddenly squealed something, he assumed it was relevant to her, since he had no clue what she was talking about, "No problem, I don't have a clue what you're talking about and I don't mind." She posed him another question, "Cine-what?" He just had local cable, nothing special, he almost never watched T.V., he didn't even know why he kept it around. Now he knew why. Her body fit perfectly in his lap, her back was to his chest and he wrapped his blanketed arms around her waist, keeping her front warm and holding her to him. Her head rested against his shoulder. It was very relaxing.::
Elle
Elle liked the difference in Gabriel's body from hers as well. She enjoyed the largeness of his frame, it made her feel very protected. "That cartoon is one of my favorites." Okay so Cinemax wasn't something that he had, that was fine. There were bound to be other things. She moaned out happily as he wrapped his arms around her, the heat from his body radiating onto her. She felt his cock on her ass and discretely grinded into him, acting as if she were trying to get comfortable. He may have caught on though to what she was doing. "So what movie channels do you have? HBO?" Everyone had that. Wasn't it like standard?::
Sylar
Oh, he noticed all right. He didn't know that she did it on purpose, but he definitely noticed. He cleared his throat, distracting himself with answering her question, "I have AMC, Fox, ABC, stuff like that. I don't know what HBO is, but there's always something on. We'll channel surf until you see something you like, okay?" He said, voice lowering a little with the effort of remaining calm, kissing her temple. Why'd she do that? Wiggling around on his lap like that. Damn distracting. Made him want to do things that they'd just finished doing. He flicked the channel mentally, and waited for her reaction.::
Elle
"Okay." Well unlike her, Gabriel read all day where as she would watch TV to pass time. It really wasn't so surprising that he didn't know what HBO was. It just added to what made him unique, cute, and special. The act of wiggling in his lap wasn't to get him to start something sexual, it was just because Elle liked the feeling of his dick pressed up against her backside. It was so large, warm, and soft. "Ooh! Stop! Right here! I knew you'd have HBO!" Whatever was coming on TV was just beginning so they were just in time.::
Sylar
"This?" He asked, channel 12, whatever that was, he didn't pay attention. Oh, he had no intention of starting anything, he knew that, he figured she didn't want or mean to either. That was just fine. He certainly liked the feeling of his large dick resting between her hot ass cheeks. He gathered that she did as well. The opening credits began to roll, he honestly had no idea what movie this was, but that was part of the fun. The mystery. He looked forward to finding out with Elle. From the dramatic, suspenseful music he assumed it was some sort of suspense or mystery movie, if he had to guess. "Hmm. This is nice," he sighed in her ear, very comfortable.::
Elle
Leaning back on his shoulder still her eyes were closed, and she was just enjoying the feeling of him pressed up against her. "Yeah… very nice." Okay so maybe she kinda did have naughty intentions during the movie, but could you blame her? Look at him. "Gabriel…" she sung out with a giggle. "You're very comfortable." Elle knew that this was a horror movie rather than a mystery given the tone of the music, and the display of the opening credits. "Mmmm." An unintentional moan escaped from her as she found herself enjoying his close proximity even more.::
Sylar
He found his face making a funny look as the credits dragged on and her in response to her moan. Well, he'd thought she didn't have evil intentions, but he could be wrong. Who cared? Whatever happened, whatever didn't happen he was happy to have this moment. Their little moment, carved into time, that no matter where they went ,they could look back and remember the first time they'd cuddled in front of the T.V. "Uh-huh. This could become a habit," he liked the thought of doing this. Maybe making her dinner sometimes, making popcorn, all that jazz.::
Elle
Elle was happy to be here with him too. Finally someone that she could actually connect with. Sure he wasn't the first person she knew with an ability, but he was the first that she could relate to in a way. Empathize with. Happiness, sadness, guilt, love, passion, cluelessness, intrigue, these were all the things that she'd been able to feel just by being around him. "Yes, it could be." Dinner and popcorn would certainly be romantic but he really didn't have to do it. Kisses and soft caresses were more than enough for her.::
Sylar
He knew he didn't have to, but he wanted to. Maybe it was his sense of being useful or something, or treating her or just showing her what he could, would do for her. The movie opened up, fairly normally, if somewhat darkly, to shots of dark green water racing by, flecked with sunlight. Suddenly he was very curious, he wanted to know where this was going, how it would end, he wanted to figure it out. It had been like this since he……discovered his ability, he wanted to dissect everything. Anything in sight, really. Wanted to break it down and crawl inside it and figure out what made it tick, what made it work, made it run. It was an itch, really.::
Elle
Everything seemed to be going according to plan and she noticed the two teenagers, arguing over some tape or whatever. The boy seemed to be pretty aggressive with the girl and she didn't like that at all. What an asshole. As the movie unfolded it turned out he was trying to sacrifice her so his own life could be spared. Jerk. Well… Elle would've done the same thing in all honesty, though she knew she would never be able to do something like that to her Gabriel. She'd sooner die. Maybe knowing that fact alone proved that she truly was in love with him. "Don't be too scared," she joked.::
Sylar
He may have jumped and inhaled a little faster when the boy whispered suddenly in the girl's ear, he didn't want to admit to it, though. He soon saw that the boy was playing the girl, even before his little outburst, he didn't know how, but he could just tell. A few moments later his suspicions were proven correct. "Oh, my god," was his indignant, shocked response. He wasn't grossed out by the……blood, he assumed it was, but it did remind him of other bloody aspects of his life that he'd really rather forget or remember forever, he didn't know which. "Umm….." he was a little disturbed by all this, the boy being sucked into the T.V. or whatever happened. It reminded him of something his mother would have told him about watching T.V. to scare him into not even wanting to watch it. "Uh, no, I'll…….try." But then he was relieved to see a normal scene playing out, he let out a tiny sigh of relief. If the movie kept up like that he was going to make a fool of his pansy self.::
Elle
Awww, poor Gabriel he already wasn't use to watching TV, maybe this movie wasn't such a good idea. "We can… turn it off if you want." Gabriel didn't have to worry about her making fun of him, or thinking less of him. She knew how it was being introduced to something new and not exactly knowing what to expect. Yesterday was a big example of that, she was scared out of her mind during their foreplay. Turning her head back to look at him, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. This is what teenagers did right? They cuddled and kissed during movies. Well they weren't teenagers but the two of them hadn't had a moment like this before, so it was only right to make up for lost time.::
Sylar
"No, no. Its fine. It's settling down now. I'll be okay," he gave her a smile. He could do this. He had Elle right here in his lap, she wasn't going anywhere. He settled in to watch, clutching her a little tighter when things got too weird or scary, but by golly he made it through that movie. Now, he reminded himself, never to do it again. No more watching weird movies with Elle. He was a little surprised that she seemed to like the movie, which was fine, it just wasn't his cup of tea. Nor was he acclimated to that kind of thing. "Well," he said after the end credits rolled, "That was definitely an experience." One worth remembering? Not so much. He chose, however to remember Elle's joy, annoyance, anger, and anticipation to the movie along with the feeling of snuggling her body. That's what he chose.::
Elle
She giggled. "You didn't like it. Not one of the best movies I've seen I'll admit. Some of the older ones are actually scarier than the ones they make nowadays." It was okay to her if Gabriel didn't like it, she honestly didn't either, it was just a few parts she'd enjoyed. Never again was she going to partake in watching the Ring 2. "So…" She turned around in his lap, her core brushing up against his crotch. "How's about we make out for a bit?" A childish giggle escaped from her lips. Would Gabriel be up to it? She certainly hoped so. She leaned forward pressing her bare breasts against his chest, lips making contact with his chin and jaw as she planted soft, sweet kisses against him. Tiny hands found his larger ones, fingers lacing together.::
Sylar
On second thought maybe he could sit through bad near-foreign horror films for this. He felt her moist heat brush against his cock, he felt his balls tighten. Her breasts smashed to his bare pectorals felt divine, especially when he felt her nipples harden. Unconsciously, he clasped her hands, it felt so natural. He loved the feeling of her warm wet mouth on his jaw, it made him throw his head back, arching his neck for more. "Elle……" he sighed. He could do this, he could restrain himself for her. He didn't want to have sex again for a while in case she was sore. Well, he did, but that thought held him back. He released one of his hands from hers, sliding it up her smooth back, fingers notching into each vertebrae as it went.::
Elle
He really seemed to be enjoying himself, just as much as she was. "Yes?" She asked still kissing him. Lips trailed down to his neck, licking at the skin gently. Lips parted as she moved her head a bit to suck on his adams apple, her head twisted to the side. Tongue poked out and swirled around it in circles, before she kissed down some more to his collarbone. Giving Gabriel pleasure gave her pleasure. She really wasn't all that sore, and she didn't mind having sex with him right then and there if that's what he wanted, because she knew that's what she kind of wanted. His hands rubbing her back felt awesome, her moans were confirmation of that. The five o'clock shadow that he was now sporting looked incredibly sexy on him, not to mention it felt nice against the soft skin of her face. Teeth clamped down on his neck, Elle nibbling gently and tugging.::
Sylar
"Oh……that feels good." She could probably feel the vibrations his deep voice caused in his throat, voice box and chest. His traveling hand made its way up to to the back of her neck, holding her lips to him. "G-god," was his stuttered response to her teeth. He'd totally forgotten to shave, he felt that now. He must have looked a little strange today, jeans, T-shirt, mussed hair and stubble. Too late for it now, and it doubly didn't matter when Elle's lips were on him. His other hand trailed up her stomach, up her torso, between her breasts, up and down a few times, creating warm friction with his rough palm. He liked her moans, even more when they were pressed to his skin, buzzing.::
Elle
"How good?" She asked pulling away her voice a bit raspy. She continued to suck on his neck, arching her back as she felt herself turned on immensely by the feel of the vibrations he was creating. Elle actually found herself liking the rugged look, a lot actually. Stubble was definitely a good look on him. His large hands grabbed those soft, supple globes of hers working them in slow circles. The feel of his hands groping her were addicting. "Nice?" Her own hands began to roam his chest, kisses making it all the way up to his lips again.::
Sylar
"You know how good you are……and I don't have the brain capacity to elaborate right now." He fondled her gently, more than making up for it with his callused hands, pushing her breasts together slowly, tantalizing, he felt her mouth reach his. He arched his neck in the other direction to press into her, mouth gasping into hers. This was a new side of sensual that he was unfamiliar with, but he liked it a lot. Taking his time, pleasing Elle, wanting to drive her crazy before they got anywhere. He felt himself start to harden, long cock pressing against her, the sensation made him deepen the kiss, tongue teasingly flickering in and out of her mouth, mimicking other things. It was very quiet in his apartment like usual, but he heard the soft noises of their…….whatever this was. Lips smacking, skin rubbing against skin, movement of the couch, he heard it all and added to his increasing arousal. He wasn't planning on taking this any further than touching and kissing. She'd said make out, so that's what they were going to do, no more, no less…….unless, of course, she asked for it. But even then he might decline. He got the feeling Elle didn't know her own limits in the sexual realm, didn't know when too much was too much, when to stop. He could go all day, but he was not the one being penetrated by a very large, very hard dick all day either.::
Elle
"I'm not so sure that I do." Her breasts were just so sensitive at that moment, and it felt delightful. Their tongues were battling one another, and it seemed to be a battle that he was no doubt winning. His energy and power overwhelming her own. The feeling of him having the power was one she liked. That cock of his was poking into her, but she didn't stroke it or anything like that as she'd been thinking of doing. Gabriel was right in his assumption of her not knowing her limits. Often she didn't' want to be seen as the weak one and she felt that she needed to overcome whatever it was that was holding her back. With him that just wasn't the case though, although she was blissfully unaware of what was too much. Immediately she jumped up off of him giggling. "Catch me if you can!" She squealed out before running off down the hall, her breasts bouncing about.::
Sylar
While that may have been true, he was more concerned on his limits and how they affected her. He knew he was a hulking giant compared to her hummingbird body, one wrong move and he could crush her easily with the proper application of strength. His mouth was torn from hers, tongue sticking out a bit. Then his body was suddenly left cold and he caught a glimpse of Elle's perky breasts…..well, bouncing was the best word for it, and her ass sashaying away from him. Just off down the hall, as normal as could be. As if they hadn't been exchanging tongues and saliva or all-but groping each other moments before. "Wha-? Elle! Where are you going?" he called after her, standing up to follow.::
Elle
"TRY AND CATCH ME!" She called out running down the hall, looking for a place to hide. Elle was demonstrating more of her playful side. Sure making out and groping was fun, but adding an extra element to the mix wouldn't hurt. She ran in the bathroom, when she was sure he wasn't watching her and managed to use her small frame to her advantage by crawling inside the bottom cabinet, which surprisingly didn't have that much in it. All she needed to do now was get her fit of childish giggles under control so that she wouldn't give away her location.::
Sylar
"Elle? Really? What are w- Oh! I get it! Hide-and-seek, right? Okay, we'll see about that." Now that he'd figured out her little game, he was completely immersed. He felt his reflexes go up a notch, his senses kicked into high gear, he felt heightened. Hunting, the primal aspect of it made him even harder, but he refused to focus on that. "Oh, Elle?" He called out, voice low and rough with his arousal, the thrill of the hunt. Hunt for his mate. He walked down the hall to the bedroom, which was his first guess to where she was 'hiding'. "Are you in the bedroom, Elle?", he asked, not expecting an answer, but he couldn't restrain himself. His blood was pumping with endorphins and adrenaline, readying himself for action of any kind, although he knew what kind he was getting, that didn't stop his body from preparing itself. He search the room, slowly. Looking in the sheets, under the bed, whipping open the closet door, loudly enough to scare her if she was in there or not. He wanted her to know where he was, feel him getting closer. He searched the closet, but found nothing. He let out a chuckle, the volume growing when he realized where she must be 'hiding'. Alright. Bathroom sex, it was then. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." He was so aroused, so engorged with blood that the very air around his cock seemed painful. "There's only so many places you can hide, darling."::
Elle
She heard him calling out for her, searching through the room, opening and slamming closet doors. He truly was getting into this, just as she wanted him to. Ears detected him moving ever closer, until finally he was standing in that bathroom with her. For once in her life she felt like she was the hunted rather than the hunted. And the prospect of being hunted by Gabriel excited her. She had something that he wanted, and he'd have to come and get it if he truly wanted it. Hands clamped over her mouth to prevent any giggles from being released. She doubted he would check the cabinet, because that was an awkward hiding space in itself, but Gabriel was a smart guy and he knew her pretty well already.::
Sylar
"C'mon, Elle, let's get this over with," he muttered half to himself as he padded back down the hall, this time, he paused at the bathroom, scuffing his feet so she'd know he was close. He pushed open the door, it squeaked a little, like it always did. He stepped in slowly, checking behind the door, then moving in further. With a quick slap of his hand, he pushed aside the shower curtain. Nothing. That meant…….He let out a thrilled laugh. She must be in the sink cupboard. He wouldn't have pictured that she'd fit in there, but he wasn't exactly thinking clearly. He leaned down, placing his hand around the handle, and gave a quick jerk, exposing his prey to his sight. Sure enough, there she was. Crunched into the cupboard, stark naked. That was just how he wanted her. What he wasn't expecting was for her to jump up out of it, quite quickly, in fact, and plant both her hands on his chest and throw her full weight into a shove. She, of course, waited until he'd fallen on his ass, knocking his shoulder into the wall, before running off, who-knew-where.::
Elle
Couldn't make it too easy for him, could she? What would be the fun if he caught her so soon? So she decided to run down the hall. It was time to run in his room, going in the closet which he'd already checked hiding behind his clothes. She curled herself up into a ball to take up less space, and hoped that he'd overlook her. They were having so much fun! A part of her wanted to be captured though, despite her resistance, just to see what he'd do.::
Sylar
He growled in surprise and discomfort when his shoulder his the wall. He'd been so close he could taste her. Getting up, he walked to the living room, there was really nowhere to hide, so he moved on to the kitchen. Nothing. She was in the bedroom, his cock twitched, anticipating. "You're only making this worse for yourself, you know." He called out, walking back down the hall, smacking the door all the way open, "Why don't you just come along quietly, as they say." His rate of breath was increasing. "I need you. Now." He stated, voice husky, beyond control. He knew where she'd be so he went right to it. Opening up the closet, looking for legs, assuming she was standing. No legs. He frowned. This was getting not only uncomfortable, but annoying. Fast. "Elle," he growled, animalistic. He took another look, when he noticed a small figure curled up in the corner, barely visible. "Aha," he reached in, taking hold of her wrists with his large hands. He was firm, very firm, but not to the point of bruising. He wanted to show her he was not to be toyed with. Especially not today or while in this condition.::
Elle
Ooh the things he was saying was really turning her on. The subtle threats, his statement of needing her. It had took a few moments before he burst into the closet, almost looking over her. Unfortunately he found her, pulling her by her wrists, pulling her to him. "You found me," she giggled loving every moment of what was happening. His grip was a little tight, but she didn't mind it, in fact she was liking it.::
Sylar
He yanked her body to his, erection rubbing into her stomach, taking both her wrists in his large hand, he used the other to grip the back of her head, pulling into a scorching kiss. Lips devouring hers, finally tasting her again, he turned them around, then turned her, so she faced away from him. His lips broke from hers as she faced away from him now, wrists still caught in his grasp, he crab-walked her sideways until they faced a wall. "I did," was rasped directly into her ear, breath hot. He pulled her hands up above her head before pinning them to the wall. "These don't move." he told her.::
Elle
Gabriel was finally expressing himself, dropping that guard of his. He was holding nothing back. She found herself horny just by the display of his strength rather than his body itself, though that was also a turn on. Her vibrant blonde locks were pulled and she found herself forced to kiss him, well she would've been forced if she hadn't been going along with it. He managed to restrain both of her wrists with only one hand, her small frame becoming ever clearer. This whole situation was just so raw and primal almost animalistic. It was like they were engaging in some sort of mating ritual. She nodded her head in obedience, not moving an inch. Elle had the nerve to ask what he was going to do but decided against it, letting it be a surprise probably would've been so much better. It was the thrill of the unknown that sparked something within her.::
Sylar
He pushed himself against her hips, grinding his cock against her pussy, grunting as he did so. Ah, that felt so good. It felt good just to not be in control of himself, but not have to pretend and be polite, just for a few moments. He started to…..well, hump was the best word against her pussy, pushing and pulling his hips, backwards than forwards. "You want this, Elle? Hmm?" He asked her half-rhetorically. It felt good to assert his dominance over his woman, let her feel his power. He left one hand braced against the wall, next to her own hands, while the other grasped a breast, harder than he ever had before, squeezing.::
Elle
His cock was pressing against her, her witness smearing it. She moaned, but still followed his rule of not moving even though she wanted to grind against him as well. Hell, she couldn't get away from him if she wanted to given his grip on her. "Yes…" She breathed out. "I want it bad, Gabriel." She loved having him call the shots, it was like the dorkish watchmaker completely left him. Deep down he probably wanted to act more like this, but there were other social forces such as his mother, religion and other stuff holding him back. With Elle he didn't need to be ashamed to give into his desires, to take what it truly was that he wanted. She'd accept him no matter what. She didn't fall in love with the watchmaker, and she didn't fall in love with the killer. She fell in love with his soul. Everything that encompassed him she loved unconditionally. A rough squeeze was given to her breast, and she whimpered out, automatically bucking back against him despite the rules. He specifically said "no moving".::
Sylar
He roughly fondled her breast, using his long fingers to pull both breast together with one hand. He nearly lost his mind when she whimpered, submitting to him. She bucked against him, and he growled. She'd nearly shoved the huge head of his cock inside her with that desperate movement. His hand trailed down her torso 'til it reached her wet sex. He didn't give a damn about his soul right now, this, in his hand, was what he wanted. Fingers pinched her clit, before grinding his palm against her, moving his fingers further down to spread her lips, spread her to him. He lined cock head to her hole, giving a quick shove inside. He didn't get very far, as he knew he wouldn't, but he managed to get the head barely inside her tight, clenching hole. "Yeeah," was his sighed moan, "Right there!"::
Elle
He was just so amazing at this, he really figured out how this sex thing worked. The growl he gave off was so animalistic and she found her heart fluttering, her desire for him was strong. She felt the tip of his cock hit her entrance as she arched her back. His fingers slowly and agonizingly trailed down her body until he reached her wetness. His soul was the last thing on her mind as well, but the emotion behind it all is what made the act itself desirable and so surreal. Thighs clamped together tightly as he pinched her love button, squeezing down on his hand. His fingers felt awesome and before she knew it he had his cock aimed and was thrusting inside of her. A shriek escaped from her as her back arched her blonde hair brushing against his face. "Oh Gabriel…"
Sylar
"Oh, god, Elle, could you get any damn tighter?" He'd spoken too soon. His rough intrusion caused her to clamp down on him, and he almost roared at the feeling. One hand still on the wall, he placed the other on her hip, to steady her or himself, it didn't matter. She wanted to 'make out' and then run away form him, then push him? Not gonna happen. "Alright, I'll give it to you. We know how much you like cock." His voice was increasingly husky, as he ground himself around inside her, he couldn't wait to get the rest of his twelve-inch, long, hardened penis inside her juicy pussy. Caressing briefly around her lips and hole, brushing against his own dick in the process, muttering as he did so, he gave another shove of his hips, this time sinking in a few more inches with a groan. "Ah, feels so good, Elle, you like that, hmm?" He asked.::
Elle
She realized that his question was one of the rhetorical variety so she didn't bother to dignify him with an answer. However she did moan out loud, and bite her lower lip hard enough to break skin. Elle had noticed that Gabriel wasn't as ashamed of cursing as he had been before, foul language now spilling from his lips like a fountain. Could he blame a girl for wanting to have a little fun? Sure she ran away, but the thrill of the chase excited him just as much as it excited her to be chased. Those nimble fingers of his went working around her folds causing her to arch her back into him despite the pain, squealing out. More of his meat went sinking into her and she screamed out loud. "Yes! Yes! I do!" At this point she didn't know what she wanted to do, did she want to run away from him and the pain or did she want to just suck it up and enjoy the pleasure that was sure to come?::
Sylar
Rubbing and flicking her clit, he ground what was inside her deeper, her ass felt fantastic against his pelvis, even his dick. He brought up a hand and turned her jaw to to face him, as much as possible, over her shoulder, he leaned over her and plundered her mouth, tongue shoving almost into her throat, before swirling around her tongue, tasting her mouth. The noises she made were driving him crazy, and in some dim, foggy part of his mind he realized that he should probably be taking it way slower than he was, but she appeared to be enjoying it. At the moment, that was all that counted. Giving another thrust, he was about three-quarters in, every time he got more in, she'd clench, making the thought of pulling out to re-penetrate her impossible. She gripped him so nicely and she was so wet, not as much as she should have been, he wanted her to loosen just a little so he could pound into her from behind. Take his woman. The idea of taking her against the wall made his head spin with lust, his vision going a little fuzzy around the edges. His supporting hand left the wall, she could support him, after all, and pulled at her breasts again, nipples standing erect to meet him, he twisted them, just to the point of pain, but no further. He didn't actually want to hurt her, just create the illusion. And what a lovely, pleasurable illusion it was, too. Taking a deep breath from the air of her mouth, literally stealing her breath, he rammed all the way inside, balls smacking her clit with the force of his thrust, but it was necessary. "Ooh!" He broke away from her mouth to gasp out.::
Elle
She still kept her arms in that same position he'd ordered her to, enduring his assault on her clit. Knees felt as if they were strands of yarn, ready to fall and collapse at any second. How much more of this would she be able to endure? Elle was still new to this whole sex thing just as much as he was, the feelings he were inducing in her would still take a bit to get use to. Her body reacted in ways that were still very foreign to her. His hand was brought up along her delicate jaw as he craned her head to the side forcing his tongue in her mouth as if he were trying to suffocate her with the pink appendage itself. It was hard for her to even kiss him back given his ferocity but she attempted nonetheless. He was definitely the one in control here. Eyes clamped down even tighter, and she jumped up a bit as he pushed into her further tears falling down the sides of her face. If it hadn't been for their escapades earlier and the fact that she was super horny right now, this whole ordeal would've been a lot more painful than it was now. Elle didn't mind him being rough at all, sometimes a girl needed a testosterone fueled man to show her who was really in control, subjugate her to his will. It was all a play on power really. Then it was at that moment when the unthinkable happened, she sparked his fingers while he was pinching her nipples. Oh god… what had she done? It just felt so good and she was battling keeping the electricity contained as is given her current predicament. The rest of his cock went slamming into her and she groaned out. Despite her current fear she was still very turned on. In fact it was the fear that aided in her intense pleasure, not knowing what he'd do, or if he'd even notice.::
Sylar
If her legs did collapse he'd just hold her up and keep going. He wasn't about to stop. He felt a strange tingle in his hands, while they abused her nipples, but he just chalked it up to having her up against a wall. Must be electrical wires around or something. He managed to pull out, leaving the head in, his cock wet with her juices, before pushing back in again. He hadn't noticed her tears and if he had……he hoped he'd have stopped. He straightened up, tall form towering over hers, covering her. It felt fantastic having her back pressed to his chest, only this time he was buried deeper than deep inside her aching tight pussy where he'd wanted to be all along. Her ass against him, he brought both hands to her cheeks, spreading them apart, reaching in a little further, he wanted to be as deep as was humanly, or inhumanly in his case, possible. This action tilted her hips up and back, bringing her into a better position for slapping into her as fast as he could. So that's what he did, pulling her onto him, pushing her off, rinse, repeat. His rhythm increased at her noises. The knowledge that he aroused her made him want to do it some more.::
Elle
Well judging from the fact that he continued to fuck her, he had no idea of what just happened. Elle knew that after that slip up she'd have to do a better job keeping her hormones and thus her powers in check. That staff of his pulled all the way out, and she moaned out at the feeling, rather enjoying it tremendously. In one quick motion he was buried with her again. "Gabriel! Oh, Gabriel! Fuck me! …Harder!" She was so small against him, his larger frame giving her warmth as well as a sense of security. His balls were felt slapping against her with each and every thrust of his hips. Elle had always had a very round, soft, ass. In essence it was truly perfect, so it was of no surprise that Gabriel found himself entranced by it, his hands seeming to hungrily roam over it. The closet was filled with the sounds of his deep, guttural grunts, her pitchy shrieks and squeals, the sound of their bodies smacking against each other, and the sound of her juices coating his cock as he pummeled her walls. With his hands away from her clit she brought upon herself to reach down despite his orders not to, she couldn't help herself. Those delicate fingers of hers found her own love button moving it around in fast circles, secretly adding a little electric discharge here and there. The build up of electricity needed to go somewhere after all.::
Sylar
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He punctuated every word with a thrust, "I'm giving you the best fuck of your life. There won't be after me, not after I'm through with you!" He barely registered when one of her hands had moved, fingering herself, "This isn't enough?" He growled, harsh into her ear, grasping her hand, pushing it back to the wall, "Do not disobey me!" He released it, then put his own back to replace hers, circling faster with his rough pads, with a little more force. "You wanna cum? You have to listen." That's how this worked. She had to listen. He wanted them both to cum, but if he had to he would withdraw and punish her. He shifted down a little, dropping his own hips, so he entered her from a different angle, hitting new parts of her walls, wetly scraping her insides.::
Elle
Gabriel was really surprising her tonight. He had been doing an excellent job fucking her, better than excellent in fact. Perfect! It was just that moaning out and saying all that stuff was what people just so happened to say. He seemed to take a bit of offense to it though, like she was expecting more from him or something. His controlling ways showed itself once more when he removed her hand placing it back on the wall, telling her not to disobey him. She wanted to make Gabriel happy and as such was going to do whatever it was he asked of her. "Yes! I wanna… I wanna… Gabriel… I wanna cum… so bad." She could barely get her sentence out, the pleasure so intense. "Can I?" She asked obediently.::
Sylar
"Not yet, angel, you've got to wait a minute." He found his voice growing in volume as he got close himself. He was going to make her wait for this. He was jack-hammering inside her now, fucking her hard and fast. He wasn't offended, he just didn't like being disobeyed. He got in a good thirty to thirty-five thrusts before he shouted "Now, Elle! Cum on me now!" He roared, feeling her spasm, scream, and clench, rippling around him before letting himself loose, spilling his load deep into her pussy, feeling some of it drip out.::
Elle
When he denied her request she whined in frustration and sexual arousal, but still remaining obedient. She was struggling to catch her breath as is, and when he gave her the order to cum she felt as if a heavy weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Walls contracted on his rod tightly, her back arching. Hardened nipples were pointing straight out from her body, and she covered his cock in her juices. There was already a layer of sweat built up around their bodies, this was quite the workout and not only that there wasn't really any ventilation in the closet as is. "GABRIEL!" His name was literally screamed out. She felt him reach his own climax dumping his warm, essence inside of her. "Oh god…" She was panting heavily, running a hand through her matted blonde locks.::
Sylar
He wasn't exactly in top physical condition, he was fit and all, but he'd still worked up a major sweat, making their bodies slip against each other. After their mutual release, he continued pumping into her, at a much more forgiving pace, using the last legs of his hardness to tease and pleasure her a bit more. "Wow. That was…..that was incredible." He struggled to catch his breath, leaning against her, kissing the back of her neck where it met her shoulder. He felt loose, all over, like rubber or something. He felt okay. Not that he hadn't before, but a kind of emotional release as well. All the stress of the day melted away the closer he got to Elle's skin.::
Elle
Well there was nothing hotter than a hot, sweaty guy after all, especially one that happened to have a very special place in a girl's heart. Slow pumps were still delivered, Elle still moaning out. "Y-yeah… very…" He seemed to be back to normal now, that dominating persona under wraps once more. The feel of his lips against her flesh caused her to lay her head back on his shoulder a smile on her face. Speaking of releases in general, he really needed one. Never before had Elle seen someone wound so tightly before. "You never… made love to me like that before…"
Sylar
She liked him sweaty? Was that normal? But he was glad she liked their…..session. Not that he'd been worried, he knew she would. Her head on his felt nice, tender. And she had no idea just how tightly he could wind himself up, and it only happened around other people. He never had to worry when it was just him, but now that he had others around him, those who counted on him, those who would be disappointed in him, he had a lot to live up to. He kissed her, slowly, sweetly. Then with a frown, he answered, "I…..I haven't, have I?" He was pensive, mulling it over in his head. He could almost feel the snap when he…..well, came back to himself. "That was so unlike me. I don't know what-……I hope……I didn't hurt you?" He leaned over trying to make eye contact and saw her smile, which brought an answering one to his face. Maybe it would be okay.::
Elle
"No, no… don't worry… I'm okay. You didn't hurt me. You'd never hurt me." She knew Gabriel only had the best of intentions for her, the real person she needed to worry about was Bennet. He didn't want her to be happy like she was now, and was trying to jeopardize her relationship with Gabriel, little did the watchmaker know. His dick was still buried inside of her and she yawned happily. "So what's on the agenda now? We can always stay like this if you want." A chuckle was added at the end of that statement. She closed her eyes taking in Gabriel's scent and the feel of his body against hers.::
Sylar
Never? She really trusted him. But more important matters were at hand, "Alright," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, not pulling out, still buried deep. Walking them backwards, they fell onto the bed with a soft sigh of contentment. Turning them over onto their sides, he grabbed the comforter, pulling it up around them. "How's that?" He asked, kissing her gently. All this sex, he was tired. "I don't know. How about a nap?"::
Elle
Still buried inside of her he walked them over to the bed where they flopped down, his dick seemed to have buried further within her. Blonde tresses covered those cerulean eyes of hers, as she blew a few locks out of her face. "Nice!" She exclaimed excitedly wiggling against him a bit. She definitely knew how he felt at that moment, sex definitely was tiring. "A nap would be awesome." Elle had never been this comfortable in her entire life, cuddled up with a man she loved who admittedly was still penetrating her and the blanket felt nice. "Sweet dreams, Gabriel."
