| Appearences by: | Elle and Sylar |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | N/A |
| Date: | November 9, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 1 |
Warning: This log contains extremely, delicious, graphic sexual situations
Sylar (5:16:08 PM): When Elle awoke from her slumber, she'd come to find that she was alone in the bed, Sylar nowhere to be seen. Had he decided to leave her after all? Finally surmised that she was a no good, trecherous, lying snake and been done with her? No, no, of course not. All it would take was a sniff of the air for her to realize that "someone" had been cooking, the delicious scent of pancakes wafting throughout the apartment. If she actually bothered to get up and investigate, the woman would find none other than
Sylar (5:22:14 PM): Gabriel Gray cooking up breakfast. There was an apron about his waist, definitely a strange sight given his reputation. He was holding the handle of the skillet tightly, other fingers wrapped around a spatula as he flipped the pancakes out of the pan. There was one song or another on his lips, and he looked genuinely happy just to be awake and alive that morning. There were already eggs and bacon on the plate, along with a bottle of syrup (because he knew how she liked to drown her food.)
Elle (5:26:24 PM): ::A tiny moan escaped her throat, and slowly but surely blue hues began to show themselves to the world once more. Strangely she was laying at the top of the bed, when had she been moved? The familiar feeling of weight on the other side of her wasn't felt, and she patted the mattress searching for some part of Gabriel, but finding none. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, and the distinct scent of food being prepared wafted in. Okay, so he wasn't gone, that was a good thing. For the most part t
Elle (5:29:31 PM): -he room was still clean, a few bands of sunlight sneaking through the holes and openings of the blinds, illuminating the silk curtain. Yawning she slid her legs over the edge of the bed stepping into her pair of white bunny slippers. Going into the closet she pulled out a matching robe and headed down the hall, turning to the right to see Gabriel all…domesticated? "Looks like someone's made a full recovery," leaning against the wall, she yawned once more. "So Emerald, what's for breakfast?" Walking
Elle (5:30:34 PM): closer she tried to examine the area. "Ooh eggs!" And bacon he knew her oh so well. Eyes drifted towards the pancake cooking in the pan and she stared down at the apron around his waist and giggled. "What''s the deal with this?" A light tug was given to it.::
Sylar (5:40:19 PM): It felt good to be doing something so…simple. No need to understand the universe, no bitter enemies to maim and kill. Cooking was something easy to do, mechanical even. It was all time and patience, and the occasional flourish if you wanted to have a little fun. When Elle walked into the kitchen she'd be greeted with a grin, Sylar looking at her over his shoulder. "Your favoritres. I was going to make waffles, but…" He nodded to the melted waffle iron, which he'd pulled out from underneath the
Sylar (5:42:10 PM): cabinet. "I'm going to take a guess and say you had something to do with that? I can only imagine what you did to the oven when you tried to make those pies, then." Scooping out the pancake, he sent it flipping trough the air like they did on those fancy chef shows, before catching it on her plate. "Voila. And it made me feel very Chef Boyardee, I'll have you know. No insulting the apron." Turning off the oven, one hand maintained its grip on the plate as the other reached inside of her robe to pull her
Sylar (5:42:51 PM): closer, so that Sylar could plant a quick kiss on his lover's lips. "You don't have anything against sitting at the table, do you? Unless you want to eat on the floor like old times."
Elle (5:47:25 PM): ::Eyes glanced at the destroyed waffle maker and she ran a hand through her hair, trying to act nonchalant. Why the fuck was that thing still in the house? She thought she chucked it a long time ago, maybe not. "Oh that old thing! Psh! It's always been like that." Hand wave was given as she shooed away the silly notion of her of all people being so unskillful as to decimate the appliance. "And let's not talk about the pies, shall we? Thanks." Fork was taken out of the dish drain and she stabbed a sa
Elle (5:50:20 PM): -usage stuffing it in her mouth. He was so fucking lame thinking he was some excellent chef or something, he probably used telekinesis to do that without fucking up. Show off. "Chef Boyardee? …Right whatever." She was going to pluck up another sausage but was instead pulled over to him, body pressed closely against his. His tier's brushed over her own quickly, and a bubbly smile was given to him in return. A girl could definitely get use to this: breakfast, kisses, a sexy boyfriend. This was the l
Elle (5:53:23 PM): -ife. "Yeah we can eat on the floor. Old times and all that, like you said." She still wished she could be in his apartment though, she really missed those days.::
Sylar (6:00:21 PM): Her off-handed behavior just recieved a skeptical glance in return, as he picked it up by the power cord and twirled it slowly. "Right, because waffle irons usually come with the amazing ability to…not cook waffles. I can see why you bought it." He placed it in the sink, turning on the water before giving it a brief touch. In an instant the materials broke down into goo, running down the drain along with the water. And why the hell would he need telekinesis to make breakfast, of all things? Just because she
Sylar (6:04:06 PM): couldn't turn on a microwave without starting a fire, didn't mean that she had to take it out on him. "You sleep okay?" He asked, taking his own fork and grabbing his plate.The fridge opened of its own accord, two glasses rising out of the dish drain only to be filled with juice, before following after them. Noooow he was showing off. Sitting down on the floor, he realized that he had forgotten the syrup in his haste, instantly summoning it to them with the brief flick of his finger. His food was drowned
Sylar (6:04:35 PM): first, before he did the same to her own. "So…what did you have in mind for today? I was thinking the park."
Elle (6:08:03 PM): "Who said that I bought it?" Anyways moving on from the topic of the no longer useful waffle maker, she nodded gratefully as he melted it sending the liquid contents spiraling down the drain. Good thing to. Never again would she have to be reminded of that cooking failure. Elle hadn't been thinking that he used telekinesis to make breakfast, just to flip the pancake in the air like that so it could land in the pan perfectly. Maybe he did have cooking skills though, whatever, who cared? Not like she'd
Elle (6:13:01 PM): be doing the cooking or anything anyways. "I slept…" she thought for a moment, "wonderfully!" Going into the living room, she sat down in front of the sofa indian style, tapping her hands against her thighs waiting for him. 'Thinks he's so cool because he can move things with his mind. Big whoop!' Staring at the plate in front of her, she tried to decide on what she was going to eat first. Sausage! Mmm. "The park! Yeah sure! Maybe you could push me on the swings, and we can make sand castles and
Elle (6:13:29 PM): stuff." The sausage was rolled around in the syrup and another bite taken out of it.::
Sylar (6:18:45 PM): "But if you didn't…" Oh right, Caleb. God he hated being reminded of that failure, which is why he wanted them out of this damn apartment in the first place. He was no competition, obviously, what with being dead and tossed in the gutter. But still, even the fact that there were reminders and momentos of the man that had once tried to caputre Elle's heart just infuriated him to no end. Thinking back to when he'd ripped his body apart with the man's own bullets, a big grin came to his lips, and suddenly
Sylar (6:20:28 PM): he felt a lot better. Good, I had a dream about you. We were at Disney World, destroying everybody. Those little…dwarf men were pulling our carriage. It was fun." He didn't bother cutting his pancakes, too much work. Instead he just stabbed the center and ate around the ring straight from his fork. "And yes…that sounds fun. I had something a bit special in mind. Maybe not a winter wonderland…" He trailed offf, getting angry all over again. He could have made that easily, with his ability. Bastard.
Sylar (6:20:42 PM): "But I think you'll like it, all the same."
Elle (6:30:25 PM): ::Elle might not have loved Caleb, but she did consider him a friend or at least the closest thing to a friend she ever had. "See, I knew you liked Disney World." And to think he was being such a spoil sport the entire time. Who was he trying to fool? Elle didn't bother cutting her pancakes either, usually someone (her father) would do that for her whenever they went out to eat breakfast. "Jealous over a dead guy? Gabriel, that's really sad," she joked. He might not have said it aloud but it was quite
Elle (6:32:49 PM): obvious that anything that might have caused Elle to remember Caleb he instantly hated. She was with him now and that was all that mattered. "Gonna tell me what it is, or is it a surprise!?" Elle liked surprises, a year ago she never would've known what it was like to experience a surprise, her father was always a man to cut right down to the chase, not having time for silly little things like surprises. "Can't wait." For the most part she'd already finished eating breakfast, the only thing remaining wa
Elle (6:33:12 PM): -s the pancakes. She slid them over to him so he could cut them into small pieces.::
Sylar (6:41:02 PM): "I didn't say I liked it. I just said I had a…decent dream about it." Aside from one particular memory, everything about the two days they had spent there had been pretty magical. He was just lucky he'd been able to arrange that whole stint in the castle, he figured that Elle would like being a princess for a day quite a bit. "I'm not jealous over him, shut up." He frowned, reaching across for her pancakes and beginning to cut them up for her, remembering the conversation they had when in the prison. "And
Sylar (6:47:28 PM): you said I was the baby…" Yet who was the one who pouted when she didn't get her way? Exactly. He cut them into small little triangles, before pushing the plate back to her. "Of course its a surprise. Gonna take a picture of your reaction and everything. Speaking of which, I need to buy one of those…photo things. For the scrap book. Have to hold onto our precious memories, and all of that."
Elle (7:02:11 PM): ::Just who the fuck was he trying to fool? She knew him better than he knew his goddamn self. Quirking an eyebrow, she just smirked at him. "Yeah… because you never get jealous." Need she bring up Trevor? "I'm not a baby, I could've cut it myself…" She could've it was just routine to have someone cut them for her, a routine she didn't plan on changing anytime soon. At least when she pouted she got her way afterwards, it's not really much you can do to stop an angry, sociopath who could shoot light
Elle (7:04:13 PM): -ning out of their hands. "Thanks!" A sip of her juice was just taken before she dug into her pancakes. "Right, the scrapbook!" She hadn't completely forgotten about that, just recently. A few of their pictures were still framed and placed on the table tops and walls of the place. "So when we are we going to do this whole surprise shindig?"
Sylar (7:10:26 PM): Unfortunately, that claim was very much true, Elle was the only person that he was unable to hide his thoughts and feelings from. Well, unless he was roused to anger, though he'd been better about losing his temper as of late. Bennet was pretty good about getting under his skin, but one mention of Clairebear, and the man was just child's play. "I know you aren't a baby, dear." By now he was done with his own food, Sylar pushing his plate out of the way before coming to crawl over to Elle. Her's was pushed
Sylar (7:12:12 PM): to the side for the time being, the man advancing forwards until she was forced to lie down on her back. He suckled at her lips, removing the syrup from them before running a tongue over his now sticky tiers. "We can leave as soon as you finish eating and get dressed. Make sure you grab me something to wear, I'll wash the dishes in the meantime."
Elle (7:19:44 PM): ::Glasses. God he annoyed her so much at times. For the most part she enjoyed the man's company though. As for Little Miss Can-do-no-wrong she didn't even want to get on that subject. She was still eating her food when he pushed her plate to the side, "Hey, I was fucking eating!" She snapped. He pushed her down on her back, and attacked her lips. What had gotten into him? Maybe it was that thing with men being horny in the morning or something like that. Even in her frustration she found herself gi
Elle (7:27:11 PM): -ving into the kiss. This was over now and she found herself staring up at him with glassy eyes nodding, "Okay." Like an obedient little girl, she waited until he got off of her to go do what he'd just said, washing her hands first of course. Picking out her outfit (a pair of brown golden goose boots, a brown jeweled Fendi bag, flared high waisted jeans, and an elegant, beige, one button gilet by Dorothy Perkins). For Gabriel she decided to go with a pair of jeans and a blue and white polo, nothing too
Elle (7:28:51 PM): fancy for him. "I'm gonna go take a shower alright!?" She yelled out, stepping inside the bathroom closing the door. Sliding the shower curtains back she turned the knobs and tested the water. Stripping down, she stepped inside grabbing her loofa from around the top of the shower curtain.::
Sylar (8:13:14 PM): "That's my girl." With a final kiss he was pushing off and grabbing their plates, moving into the kitchen so that he could clean up. He was a firm believer in cleaning up dishes as they were used, so that they had less to worry about later. A couple of suds later he was done and putting them in the tray to dry off, before following Elle into the shower. He tried to move as silently as he could, removing his clothes before he'd even made it to the shower. She'd finally hear the curtain slide open, the man
Sylar (8:15:26 PM): stepping in behind her and reaching for the loofa she'd just seized. "I think I can do this well enough…" He soaked it in the warm water first, before reaching for the body wash to apply. She'd soon feel the sponge moving in small, gentle circles on her shoulders and upper back, giving a good lather as his finger caressed her tummy. "We haven't done this in a while."
Elle (8:30:27 PM): ::Even though she was just as much as a neat freak, she knew who was going to be doing all the house work from now on. Why do it yourself when you can have someone else do it for you? She was pretty sure he was more of a cleaning expert than she anyways. When the curtain slid back, she just stood there as if she hadn't noticed. Elle knew it was Gabriel who'd enter, mostly because he was in the house at the time and it'll be kind of hard to get past him to her, and because she just…knew. Surrendering
Elle (8:33:09 PM): the loofa to him she just stood there basking in the water as it hit her soft skin and slid down to the tub floor. Elle hadn't liked water at all, but this was pretty relaxing. A few nonthreatening (to her) sparks popped off of her body in reaction to the water. She moaned softly as he washed her and chuckled when he touched her stomach, she was kind of ticklish. "Done what?" This was their first time showering together, not unless he meant something else.::
Sylar (8:41:12 PM): He didn't mind cleaning for the same reason that he was so willing to cook, it was simple and easy. There was a goal, and a means to accomplish it, something that Sylar was quite fond of. He couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of her body, even from behind. The smoothness of her back rounding out to that perfect, pert rear, accented by her shapely thighs and legs. It was no wonder that he had thought her to be an angel, though she was built more like a goddess. He let the loofa dip even lower now,
Sylar (8:42:55 PM): massaging her back with the sponge. He paused only to bring it around and squeeze it out, sending a cascade of water and soap suds running over her breasts and tummy. His remaining hand abandoned her stomach so that he could rub the mixture into her skin, knuckles grazing against the bottom of her womanly hills as his lips kissed at her shoulder. "The two of us, naked and…" He pressed into her from behind for a moment. "Intimate."
Elle (8:53:45 PM): ::Her body was perfect? Maybe but look at his. Tall frame that towered over hers, broad shoulders, a light dusting on his chest, those amazing chocolate brown eyes that she loved to gaze into, strong arms that she loved to find herself wrapped up in and that voice that made her soak her panties every time she heard it, especially when he was threatening people. He simply screamed masculinity and she loved it. As childish as it was the waterfall of suds caught her attention as she touched her stomach to
Elle (8:56:20 PM): change their course down to the floor. She stiffened when he pressed into her grinning, she really enjoyed the sensations that she felt. They were technically intimate all yesterday but she wasn't going to say anything, though that probably wasn't the intimate he was referring to. "Oh… I guess you're right."
Sylar (9:02:39 PM): The loofa had found its way to her round cheeks now, Sylar playfully slapping them so that they moved underneath his hand, kneeling down behind Elle so that he could wash her legs. She'd feel his lips kissing at the flesh of her ass, tongue sliding over the back of her thighs as the loofa dared to touch the most southern part of her core. Finally he was done with the back, but instead of telling her to turn around, he just pressed himself into her and proceeded to wash the girl from behind. His long erect
Sylar (9:05:07 PM): girth fit neatly between the cheeks of her ass, head emerging from the top, trapped and throbbing against its prison. The loofa started at her neck and shoulders, but before long was running in smooth, random patterns across her breasts, paying important attention to her stiffening nipples, his hand continuing to rub and massage wherever the loofa in his other left off. "Don't you miss it?"
Elle (9:18:14 PM): ::She sparked while simultaneous jumping at his large, rough hands slapping against her soft ass, hissing in pain. Closing her eyes, her skin still lingered on the area he'd touched even after he moved on. A tiny squeal and another spark followed as he decided to touch her more sensitive of areas. She was breathing heavily now, and moaned as he nessled his long dick in between her ass cheeks. Her growing wetness was easily disguised with the water from the shower running down her back. "Gabriel…"
Elle (9:20:35 PM): Her neck was very sensate, stinging electric arcs fluttering off shocking the both of them. "Mhmm…" She nodded with still closed eyes, rocking her ass back on him, the water making it easy for his member to slide up and down between her ass cheeks. She backed up further against him, sandwiching it between herself and his stomach.::
Sylar (9:29:20 PM): The sparks were somewhat painful, but that just added to the experience as far as Sylar was concerned. Feeling her rock back against him, he opened his mouth, moaning into her neck as he lightly ground his hips into her own. When she backed up she met little resistance, until he was pressing into the wall. "God…Elle…" It had been weeks since they made love in the prison cell, and it wasn't until right now that he realized just how much he had missed her touch. His first orgasm always came rather fast,
Sylar (9:31:22 PM): and as he fucked her ass cheeks, he could tell that this one would be no different. As Sylar massaged and squeezed her breasts, Elle would feel something surprisngly warm spray all over her back, before running down in seperate streams to coat the cheeks of her ass, continuing down her thighs before mixing in with the water running towards the drain. Sylar moaned out loudly once more, biting into her sensitive neck to muffle himself as the loofa continued its journey. It washed at her inner thighs, trying
Sylar (9:31:32 PM): to push them apart to quench the heat of her core.
Elle (9:40:02 PM): ::She felt the warm sensation all across her back, and her mouth was slightly ajar her cheeks a shade of pink. Did he just cum? The loofa massaging her was pushed away with her hand, as she pulled away from him and turned around to face him. Getting down her on her knees, she looked up and stared into his eyes, there was no expression on her face but her hues did nothing to betray the underlying seduction behind them. The water was pelting her back, wetting her hair. Still looking at him she grabbed hi
Elle (9:42:59 PM): -s dick by the base and stroked him. Elle wanted to see Gabriel's face twist and contort in pleasure as she did this for a few moments. Leaning closer, she didn't break the gaze, the tip of her tongue poking forward to massage the slit at the top of his head swirling it around in gentle circles, simultaneously still pumping him with her right hand. The only time the gaze she had with him was broken was when she leaned forward a bit more taking the head in her mouth, and even that made her jaw uncomfortab
Elle (9:43:25 PM): -le a bit, even more so when she tried to feed herself more of his length.::
Sylar (9:56:06 PM): He was still bathing in the afterglow when she suddenly turned around to seize him, dropping to her knees as she did so. He hadn't been actually expecting anything to take place, other than some "innocent" touching, so when her lips came to wrap around the head of his cock he gave a spasming breath of surprise, the loofa sponge long forgotten as he instead placed both hands at the back of her head. "You don't have to…oh god…jesus…" And that innocent look she had given him…it was more sexy than any
Sylar (9:59:53 PM): seductive gaze could have been. It was just so lewd and wrong considering what she'd been about to do to him. He tried not to trust his hips forwards, but it was impossible, the head sometimes lurching forward in a bid to slide deeper into her throat. He refusing to break their gaze, moaning once more and pulling roughly at her hair. He wanted to do…something…and that was when she'd feel those familiar, invisible fingers pulling at her labia, spreading her pussy lips as a force began to sink into her
Sylar (10:00:29 PM): pussy, as though he were sliding a dildo inside of her. At the same time he maintained focus on her clit, the little nub twisting and squeezing all of its own accord.
Elle (10:06:09 PM): ::She knew she didn't have to, but she wanted to. He was tugging at her hair, and thrusting into her mouth as her tongue slid across the underside of the head in quick succession, coming to lick the sided of it thoroughly before swirling around it's entirety. Eyes looked back up so see him staring at her. She began to gag on his dick only have about three inches in her mouth, but she didn't pull away though she did manage to knick him in her inexperience. Though she didn't know any better. Her cheeks w
Elle (10:07:24 PM): -ere rosey, and she felt the invading nothingness reaching inside of her spreading her open, the clitoral stimulation wasn't a bad touch either. Quickly she pulled away in order to catch her breath, glancing down at the head for a few seconds before getting the uncontrollable urge to take it back in her mouth.::
Sylar (10:18:51 PM): He knew that if he hadn't already cum all over her back, he would definitely be orgasming in her mouth right then. He moaned once more, feeling her tongue swirling over the most sensitive underside of his cock, entire body shuddering from the feelings coursing through his body. He loved the feeling of her gagging on his cock, though her teeth knicking him caused a sharp wince, one eye closing up in protest. "T-Teeth…" he said, not so much in anger as a warning for her to try and…not bite his dick off. He
Sylar (10:19:21 PM): fell back heavily on the wall when she stopped, staring down at her as his chest heaved. "You think all this is…wet enough for me to fuck you?"
Elle (10:25:27 PM): ::Given his request she took it that teeth were a bad thing, she'd have to remember that, hopefully (for his sake) she did. With his dick still planted firmly between her lip she nodded. There was more than enough water here to make entry into her easier even though they hadn't really needed it as the current from the Pacific flowed out of her. Pulling it out of her mouth again, she panted before turning his cock to the right a little and licking down from the base to the tip. "Can I…" smack! "…Do
Elle (10:28:25 PM): this a while," a kiss was planted on his member, "…longer?" She pressed the heavy appendage up to his stomach tracing her tongue along the thick vein on the underside. Tilting her neck to the side, she caught his balls in her mouth, her wet blonde hair falling to the side of her shoulder.::
Sylar (10:36:57 PM): Teeth were a very bad thing, at least when his member was concerned. He didn't even want her to stop sucking his dick, god when had she gotten so amazing at this. It was like she actually loved doing it, which he never really heard of a girl enjoying. Granted, Elle wasn't your typical woman. And then she was actually asking him if she could keep it in her mouth longer, while sliding her tongue all over the cock and running it over the vein that ran underneath. "Oh fuck…d-do! Do what…whetever you
Sylar (10:38:40 PM): want..please just don't stop…" He was pulling her hair a bit harder now, sucking in air swiftly through his teeth as his balls twitched in her mouth, throbbing and a sure sign that he was about to cum once again. White liquid was already beginning to dribble from the head, running over and down her mouth and chin, and unless she actually wanted to guzzle it down, would begin to spew into the air and disappear all over the shower, some landing on his own chest and face.
Elle (10:46:14 PM): ::And she'd continue just like he wanted, eyes closed as she took in the taste of him, pulling at the skin lightly with her teeth. She was still pumping his dick with her hand and felt it throbbing in her hand, eyes looking up to see a bead of cum at the tip before more dribbled down all the way to her mouth. Not wanting to waste any, she licked at the the cum, tongue gliding all the way up his shaft as she collected the cum in her mouth. Some shot out already on his chest and face, and she quickly put
Elle (10:47:40 PM): the tip back in her mouth wanting him to shoot in the back of her throat instead. Elle didn't know that she was good though, this was only her third time doing this with him and her third time ever period. Perhaps some people were just naturally gifted. The cum on her chin and around her mouth could still be detected, she'd clean that up later.::
Sylar (10:54:50 PM): He felt her mouth cup back over his mushroom shaped head, as rounds of sticky, white goo went splashing in her mouth, running over her tastebuds and pooling down her throat, for Elle to drink up every last drop. When she was done he instantly pulled her to her feet, careful not to let her slip on the slick floor of the tub. He pressed his lips into hers hungrily, the both of them able to taste his cum on the others tiers, Sylar hungrily eating the fluid from her lips as he pressed her into the wall,
Sylar (11:00:03 PM): grinding his cock into her soaking pussy. "Baby that was so fucking amazing…" He never called her baby, he found it degrading personally, so the fact that it had just fell from his lips. "Please…let me…I need to fuck you."
Elle (11:07:35 PM): ::All she did was concentrate on swallowing as best she could, not wanting to miss a drop. She felt some spilling from the sides of her mouth but took her thumb to scoop it up, sucking it off when he stopped shooting. Immediately she was hoisted to her feet, Gabriel engaging her in a passionate liplock, swirling his tongue in synchronization with hers, passing his fluids back and forth. Small frame was pushed up agains the shower wall, the cold surface causing her to arch her back. After he asked to fuc
Elle (11:09:51 PM): -k her she just stood there staring up at him for a few seconds, breaking eye contact to stare down at his midsection. It was obvioius that she was unsure of whether or not she should let him given the pain she always felt. Finally, she nodded her head, blues staring up at him. "Okay." She responded softly, wrapping her arms around his neck; standing all the ball of her feet she kissed him on the lips.::
Sylar (11:18:15 PM): God she just felt so good against him, tasted so good in his mouth, he didn't even care about fucking anymore. Well, that wasn't the total truth, but it wasn't as hard pressed on his mind as it had been. He wrapped his arms about her lithe frame, fingers dangling just barely over the cheeks of her ass as they kissed. When he broke off and she finally ageed, he fixed her with a long stare, as though asking if she was positive without actually saying a word. Slowly, his fingers crawled down, gripping her
Sylar (11:21:13 PM): thighs tightly before spreading them open and opening the gates of heaven, massive cockhead poised and ready. With a passionate kiss, he pushed his cock forwards, fleshy staff penetrating her, sinking in as though it were a sword being returned to its sheath. He wasn't sure how much easier it'd be now that she was litterally soaking wet, pausing every so often to make sure she wanted him to continue.
Elle (11:34:04 PM): "Yes," she said answering his unspoken question. Her thighs were parted, and she looked down at his dick, knowing that, that was going inside of her in a few moments. Wincing a little, but otherwise okay, she moaned as it entered her. Her arms were still around his body using him as support, while her forhead was pressed against him looking down as his shaft slowly disappeared in her. "C-can we lay down?" It might hurt less that way, and it would no doubt open her up to him more. She held onto him tigh
Elle (11:34:22 PM): -ter the side of her cheek resting against him now as she panted heavily.::
Sylar (11:57:02 PM): How many times had they made love, now? And he still couldn't fuck her without inflicting some sort of pain. It was a miracle that they'd even done it at all that very first time, considering how tight she was. She had to have been drunk, super drunk, because they hadn't had it that easy, since. "Lay down?" He'd been so intent on trying to get inside, the words didn't register for a while "Yeah…yeah, sure we can." He turned off the water, he'd taken a shower earlier so it realy didn't matter. Stepping out
Sylar (11:58:16 PM): of the bath first, he dried off his feet, turning to help Elle out. But instead of letting her walk to the bedroom he would instead carry her, nursing her to his chest as though she were an infant, kissing the girl on the forehead. She was lain down on the bed gently, Sylar crawling up towards her frame and kissing her lips lovingly, nuzzling his cheek against hers. "We don't have to, you know." Repeating the same words he always did.
Elle (12:07:50 AM): ::Technically the first time was when they got their memories back and it turned out he was actually the one to take her virginity, and as she recalled correctly she'd been crying underneath him that day, but if he meant that day in Vegas well she was a little extra out of her mind that day, but it still hurt. With the water turned off she shivered a little bit, the cold air from outside cooling the water against her skin. Being lifted up by him she instantly felt warmer, her small frame cradled up agains
Elle (12:15:00 AM): -t his, head resting on his chest. It was a little scary how gentle he could be in contrast to the dark, menacing killer that he was. Softly she was placed on the bed, him crawling up to her moments afterwards. "Okay." Maybe they shouldn't, though even though it was painful she had to admit she liked just having him inside of her, it was…special, they were one.::
Sylar (12:19:10 AM): He'd already cum twice, so it wasn't like he was feining for it or anything. He surprised himself with how gentle he could be with Elle, she just brought out that more domestic, nice side of him compared to everyone else. Around Elle, he could easily control his urge to kill, which was ironic considering the fact that Elle felt unhindered in her killing urges when around Sylar. He just wanted to love and take care of her, that was enough. "Alright then, we won't. But you did all those wonderful things for
Sylar (12:25:27 AM): me, do you want..something in return?" He began to peck and nibble at her neck, fingers sliding between them and making their way down to her moist heat. "Or…we can go straight to the park. Whatever you want, angel. Your wish is my command."
Elle (12:36:10 AM): ::Elle wasn't the type of person to deny herself anything, so when his fingers started to make their way up to her, she didn't do anything. "No! I want you!" She grabbed his hand and placed it against her wet pussy. "Pleeeeease!" She whined, fidgeting a little in impatience. He may not have been that horny any more but she definitely was. It was all his fault really. A simple shower turned into something more. If he took a shower earlier, he truly was looking for a little nookie or else he wouldn't
Elle (12:37:42 AM): have joined her. "Gabrieeeel!" She tried to maneuver his hand so that he could finger her, while rubbing her clit with her own thumb.::
Sylar (12:48:48 AM): Sylar couldn't help but grin when she began begging for him to touch her, allowing his fingers to be guided to her dripping pussy. He just rubbed his fingers in circles against her swollen, puffy lips, collecting the juices on his digits before bringing them up to suck off noisily. "Mmm." He loved the taste of her juices, god. Lowering his fingers back to her snatch, he allowed one to ease between her lips, slipping it in to the knuckle before pumping it back out. The second time he went in, another finger
Sylar (12:50:04 AM): was added. Sylar continuing that slow pace as he aided her in stroking her aching clit. At the same time his lips were seeking out her nipples, sucking at them so hard you would think he was expecting milk, tongue swirling around her erect peak before biting down playfully.
Elle (12:58:27 AM): ::Sucking her juices off of his finger, she watched in anticipation as he entered her again with his digit. He was sucking on her nipples hungrily, and if he kept up this type of stimulation who was to say that she wouldn't lactate? It was totally possible. He bit down on her, and she gasped aloud, cradling the back of his head running her fingers through his hair lovingly. "Oh god, Gabriel." Arching her back, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him down into her. God she loved this man so much,
Elle (12:59:08 AM): she wanted to spend all eternity with him. Hell if she could take powers, she'd be all over Clairebear herself, just to stay with him.::
Sylar (1:10:25 AM): Was it so worng that he found himself intensely turned on by the idea of her lactating, and him sucking it all down. It was just another body fluid after all, and he obviously had no problem with eating up Elle's pussy. She seemed to like when he handled her breasts roughly, the hand not buried in her pussy squeezing one of the creamy mounds and smacking the underside, feeling it jiggle even as he wrapped his lips about it. "Mmmogmmm." He moaned lustily, three fingers now sloppily fucking her wet mess,
Sylar (1:12:28 AM): lude sloshing and slapping sounds filling the room as he pressed his thumb into her swollen clit. He pushed both of her tits together, sucking her nipples into his mouth simultanously, gnashing both underneath his tongue before biting them roughly, pulling back to stretch the rosy buds out. He loved making her feel good with his mouth, it was something he took pride in. Even if they never had sex…as long as he got to please Elle's body, that was good enough.
Elle (1:19:28 AM): ::She'd been biting her lip, the ghost of a smile on her face, as she threw her head back. He kept lapping at her buds, and pumping into her with those three fingers. "Gabriel…. Gabriel…. Gabriel…" she called his name out over and over as she felt herself floating on air essentially. He was really pushing her closer and closer to the edge, squirming beneath him and kicking her legs a little bit, "GABRIEL, OH GOD!" Her legs squeezed down on his waist harder, and she hugged him to herself tigther, o
Elle (1:20:32 AM): -rgasm hitting her as her hips bucked. A second from the clitoral stimulation hit her causing her to shriek out.::
Sylar (1:24:21 AM): By now he could easily tell when her orgasm was about to hit, from the way she always clamped down on him, clutching his body to her own as though afraid he would disappear. But this time he would have to squirm out of her deceptively strong grip, sliding down until he was face first with her gushing pussy. Without hesitation, he clamped his mouth down over her pussy, tongue working furiously and sliding deep between her folds, scooping out globs of cum even as they ran freely from within her velvet,
Sylar (1:25:11 AM): dripping walls. His fingers were still working her clit violently, rubbing in fast, hard circles and alternating with a quick pinch, as he made sure to guzzle down every single drop, face shining like a christmas tree by the time it was over.
Elle (1:32:17 AM): ::Hands were reaching for him as he pulled away, only stopping when he started to lap up her juices, fists closed and resting on her chest. Lower lip was sucked in as she stared at the ceiling, another orgasm hitting her thanks to his vigorous stimulation of her clit. "Gabriel…" Raising her neck a little she stared at his soaking face, and just looked on panting heavily. That felt so fucking amazing. After that she didn't even know if she had the energy to go to the park today, but he did have a surpr
Elle (1:33:49 AM): -ise planned for her after all. "Lay up here with me?" She asked childishly, wanting him to hug her against his chest, kiss her forehead, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.::
Sylar (12:47:17 AM): Sylar had been surprised by yet another gush of fluids leaking from her, though he diligently licked her clean, lifting up so that she could see his tongue running in a slow circle around his mouth, cum collecting on the organ before he swallowed it down with an audible gulp. "Yeah…" He slowly crawled up to her body, finally content now that the both of them were sexually satisfied. He lay on his side, one arm sliding to support her head as the other draped over her waist, curling round to draw her even
Sylar (12:48:09 AM): closer to him. She'd feel his heartbeat resonating with her own, as he tipped his head forward to lovingly sweep his lips over her forehead. "I love you…" He whispered softly into her ear, nibbling on the lobe. "Always and forever, you'll be mine."
Elle (12:53:18 AM): ::As he swallowed her expelled juices down, she smiled at him warmly. Pulled into him, she relaxed against him, with his arms wrapped around her form. Staring at his chest, she started poking him and sending him pleasurable, tingling jolts. "I love you too, Gabriel. Forever and ever." He was the only man that she felt truly at peace with, and he showered her in all the affection she's been craving her entire life; the affection she never received from her father and so much more. Elle didn't know wher
Elle (12:54:15 AM): -e they were going to be five years from now, hell even one, but she knew that she didn't want this to stop ever. "Are we still going to the park?"
Sylar (12:58:45 AM): He squirmed slightly from the feeling of the jolts entering his body, Sylar showing for the first time ever what appeared to be notions of being ticklish. "Of course you do. I mean…I'm me." Of course, he wasn't at all this conceited, but it was fun to pretend to be Elle once in a while. He knew exactly what she meant about being at peace, though his was sort of an…inner peace. Quelling the ever raging conflict that existed within his being. The battle between "Sylar" and "Gabriel", though with Elle's
Sylar (12:59:29 AM): help he was trying to merge the two into one. He knew exactly where they would be five, ten, even a hundred years from then. Together. "If you wanted to. If not, we could just….stay here. It's all up to you."
Elle (1:03:39 AM): ::As far as Elle was concerned there was never really a difference between "Gabriel" and "Sylar", but she could sort of understand what he meant. Sylar was nothing more than a different facet of his personality that he never got the opportunity to fully express, until certain circumstances allowed him to. It's not like he has multiple personality disorder like some people. "Yeah we can still go. Do you feel better at all? …From yesterday," when Ripper kind of attacked them and he rescued her while j
Elle (1:05:52 AM): -umping out the window of an exploding building. She wiggled out of his embrace. "Let's go sasquatch, I already have our clothes ready." She touched between her legs, "I think I need to wash up again." Thanks to him.::
Sylar (1:09:22 AM): Well it wasn't as though he were facing some sort of identity crisis, he knew who he was for the most part. It was just part of his morality and the choices he made…he didn't know what path he wanted to take, at this point. No…that wasn't true at all. He knew that he wanted to be with Elle, and there were certain steps they would need to take in order to see that through. He would have to kill again. He would have to kill many times before their goal was met. But after that, he could only hope that
Sylar (1:10:42 AM): they could live a (mostly) peaceful life together, away from the Company and abilities. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine. Just go wash up, I'll be dressed." He washed his face and hands with soap in the kitchen sink, before proceeding to put on the polo and jeans she'd gotten out for him. Not exactly his thing but..what the hell.
Elle (1:16:08 AM): "Okay," she hopped into the bathroom closing the door behind her, not even bothering to lock it. There was no point really. Starting the water, she lathered up that loofa again, and washed vigorously humming a tune. Since she was mostly clean anyways, she really didn't spend too much time doing this. Stepping out, she walked back into the bedroom water dripping off of her, and grabbed that towel which she'd forgotten to take along. Drying off she took her robe and placed it back over her body, usi
Elle (1:18:59 AM): -ng that towel to dry off her hair as best she could. Unlike Gabriel, she couldn't just dry off and get dressed there was so much more she needed to do. Going into the closet, she grabbed the blow dryer and ran back in the bathroom plugging it in the wall. It took her a good twenty minutes to finish drying her hair out, before she went back in the room to moisturize sitting on the bed. "GABRIEL!" She called out, "I need you to lotion my back!" Judging from the way she screamed his name one would think
Elle (1:19:09 AM): she was being attacked or something.::
Sylar (1:22:23 AM): He'd been sprinkling a little water in his hair, examining his reflection in the shimmering surface of the sink when Elle's call came bursting out of the bedroom. Was she in some sort of danger? It definitely sounded that way, considering how loud she screamed out his name. Maybe Ripper had managed to follow them home after all, they hadn't exactly been watching on the way back from the hospital. The thought got his blood running red-hot, Sylar ripping through the living room and bursting into their bedroom
Sylar (1:23:43 AM): , emotions so wild with rage that the moment he entered, the bulb on their bedside lap burst, and the windows began to crack. One hand was glowing blue, frost rising from it, as the other crackled dangerously. "….What?" He'd just now heard the second part, groaning as everything returned to normal. "Give me the damn lotion. And quit screaming like that."
Elle (1:28:48 AM): ::He came barreling in the room like he was ready to kill something or someone. A quizzical look was given to him, head spinning to inspect the shattering lightbulb and the cracking windows. "Jeez! Calm down." She handed him the lotion, grinning at him. Aww so he really did care about her safety, wasn't that sweet. Laying down on her stomach, she waited for him to rub the moisturizing contents into her skin. Gabriel could sure use some of that lotion, sure he was a guy and guys weren't big on the who
Elle (1:29:45 AM): -le taking care of themselves thing but it wouldn't hurt for him to try to soften his skin up just a little. Then again there was nothing like a man's rough hands to work your body.::
Sylar (1:37:33 AM): Typical that she would take advantage of his feelings for her. Oh well, at least she knew that if she were ever in real trouble, he'd come flying in to save the day in a heartbeat. Granted, seeing as he had gone bursting through walls and jumping out of a building, there was already enough evidence to show that Sylar would do anything and everything in his power to protect Elle from harm. "So lazy." He did use lotion, after he got out of the shower. Not to the extent of Elle, but he definitely touched up on
Sylar (1:38:49 AM): the needed spots.He squirted the cool mixture over her back, before massaging it in with his rough, warm hands. He had half a mind to try something a little sexual, but decided against it. That was what had gotten them into this mess in the first place. Instead he treated it as a simple massage, kneading her back as the cream disappeared into her skin. "Like that?"
Elle (1:42:48 AM): "I'm not lazy, it's just harder to get my back." She could've done it herself, but it'll be much quicker having him do it. She giggled and kicked when the lotion made contact with her back. "It's cold." A soft moan escaped her when he started rubbing it, he was a watchmaker after all, there was no surprise that he'd be great with his hands. Sighing contently she let out soft whimpers here and there, no wonder he was thinking something sexual. Sometimes he really did pick the wrong moments to quench hi
Elle (1:43:51 AM): -s lustful appetite. Her breathing was steady, and her eyes were closed firmly. She didn't answer his question, because she'd fallen asleep. It would appear that Elle liked it after all.::
Sylar (1:47:36 AM): "Yeah yeah, whatever you say, Elle." He busied himself with working in the lotion, adding more when need be. Her moans were definitely driving him forward, though he was trying his best just to resist the temptation and carry on with what he'd been doing. His fingers moved down the the small of her back, fingers rolling against her skin before he smoothed his digits outwards, lightly tickling her sides. He didn't even notice that she had fallen asleep until posing his question a second time, glancing down at
Sylar (1:49:11 AM): her sleeping face with a groan. What the hell was she doing? They were supposed to be getting dressed and leaving the house. Hmmm. A slow smirk came to his lips, fingernails grazing up her back and following the curve of her breast, reaching underneath Elle's body until both globes were sitting in his hand. He squeezed gently, feeling the soft, supple flesh give way, lotion from his palms smearing over her nipples, the coldness getting them nice and erect. He would suddenly pinch both, twisting them in his
Sylar (1:49:21 AM): fingers, wondering if it'd be enough to wake her.
Elle (1:53:04 AM): ::The massage was really something she'd needed. The stress from yesterday needed to be worked off somehow, and this was the way to do it. Her muscles eased their tension as they felt like nothing more than jelly. She could've moved them but she just didn't want to, and soon sleep took over. Breathing softly, her eyelids fluttered a little bit, showing that she was dreaming or still physically aware of what he'd been doing to her. Her breath hitched as his hands cupped her breast kneading the soft fle
Elle (1:55:17 AM): -sh. Was he trying to fulfill her needs or his own at this point? It was kind of confusing. Her face would scrunch up in ecstasy, a blush on her face as she whimpered, the twisting of her nipples having an obvious effect on her. Eyes opened slightly, "Gabriel…?" She was half asleep not completely sure of what had just happened. All she knew was that this felt amazing.::
Sylar (2:01:27 AM): As she said, he had always been naturally good with his hands, and could pretty much just tell where the points of stress were in her body. Still, this was his first massage, so he hadn't been expecting something so positive. He hadn't wanted her to fall asleep though, he would definitely keep this in mind for the future if she ever had a restless night, however. The moans were beginning to make him stiff in his jeans, though he knew they couldn't do anything about that. He mostly did this as a sort of…
Sylar (2:02:35 AM): sexual prank, and yet even when she awoke, he hadn't removed his hands. When her eyes opened, she'd realize that there were lips kissing and sucking at the back of her neck, her breasts being kneaded by a pair of rough hands, nipples tweaked and pulled as he milked them. "Yes, angel?"
Elle: ::Her lips spread into a smile as she relaxed, enjoying the attention he was paying to her body. "Nothing." All she wanted to do was make sure that it was him. After a few more moments passed a current went from her body to his s
Elle: -hocking him violently sending him flying against the wall. Getting up she laughed and proceded to pull a bra and panties out of the drawer. "That was a fabulous massage, you really worked out the kinks." My did she love getting unde
Elle: -r his skin and that was sure to do it. With her undergarments on, she preceded to get dressed, putting on that fabulous outfit she picked out for herself earlier. Golden comb was picked up from the top of the dresser, as she styl
Elle: -ed her hair. "Okay I'm ready," the Fendi purse was slung over her right shoulder. "Gonna get my coat!" She skipped down the hall, and opened the closet by the front door, pulling out a remarkable, brown fur coat. "Gabriel, hurry up!"
Sylar: He'd been about to make another sexual advance when suddenly, Elle sent him slamming back into the wall, an instant scowl forming on his lips. God, he hated it when she did things like that. "Yeah, I bet…now I just need to work
Sylar: out my own." He rolled his neck, tendons cracking as he glared at the woman. While she got dressed, he went into the bathroom, rubbing in the lotion on his hands as he did so. Another sprinkle of water to his hair, and he was ready
Sylar: to follow her out of the door. He decided to forego a coat, it wasn't going to be cold enough to bother him, and if so he could always snuggle up in that warm ass coat she had on. Sliding his hands into his pockets, the man angled
Sylar: out his elbow in a gentlemanly fashion, intending for her to take it so that he could escort her down the hall, mentally closing the door behind them. "Are we close enough to walk? You said you wanted to dispose of the car downstairs, didn't you?
Elle: "Okay well you do that." She pulled a mirror out of her bag and checked her face and hair, also applying some cinnamon lipgloss. Linking arms with him they were out the door and on their way to the park. "Ooh dispose. Such a big
Elle: word, but yeah car totally has to go. Oh and we're walking, it's more romantic that way." Elle was a big fan of the romance, especially seeing as how she was twenty three years old without many romantic experiences. "Don't you th
Elle: -ink that'll be fun?" Words couldn't come close to describing her excitement. Grinning she laid her head on his arm, hugging it tightly. The park was bound to be full of fun, after all it was a park, what wasn't fun about it? Daddy
Elle: never took her to the park or anything like that unless it was for Company related events, and by that bagging and tagging someone.::
Sylar: "Dispose isn't really that big of a word." He grinned at her romantic notions, he supposed it was rather nice and sweet and all of that to just walk. He'd never been to Central Park, or any of the other New York landmarks, really.
Sylar: Who had time to sightsee when you were busy being on the run and killing people? But he had a general idea of it, and knew that it was supposed to be a beautiful place. He found himself smiling when she came to hug his arm, Sylar
Sylar: resting his cheek against her hair for a moment before kissing her dome. "Tons. Especially since there's a big surprise in store for you." Once they hit the sidewalk, the couple moved right past the soon to be discarded car. Not
Sylar: even pausing in his stride, fingertips came to brush against the side, and with a sudden ripple that passed through the surface, it melted away into silver goo and pooled down into the sewer drain. The sun had settled low, half-
Sylar: disappearing beneath the skyline. Most of the people were indoors or otherwise occupied, leaving them generally alone to stroll down the street. With a dazzling smile to his beloved, Sylar began shooting the various, low hanging
Sylar: light poles with arcs of electricity, each lighting in turn.
Elle: "Oh well you're the brainiac not me," she shrugged. She still couldn't get over the fact that he was just as sheltered as she was, and he hadn't even been purposely locked away or anything. Hell, even she been to Central Park once
Elle: or twice. Gabe really needed to get out more. Such a loser… a sexy loser. "So… this surprise that you have planned for me. Can I get some type of hint please? Is there like a dead body or something, maybe a group of kidnapp
Elle: -ed cheerleaders to practice our sharpshooting on?" Oh that would be so much fun. It would allow her to use the girls as some sort of vessel to exact her frustration out regarding Claire, and these bitches wouldn't be getting back
Elle: up. A multitude of gruesome scenerios ran through her mind, but she would never know what exactly it was until she saw it. "Well, that was one way to get rid of the car." Why hadn't she thought of that earlier? She thought of ev
Elle: -erything else just about, when his brain wasn't functioning the way it should have been, which for him was surprising. It was amazing how much time had passed, here they were eating breakfast, making love in the shower, then the b
Elle: -edroom, she got a massage out of the deal, and here it was already sunset. "You're getting really good at that, soon you'll be turning people to dust in no time."
Sylar: "This much, we know." He didn't bother denying the fact, he was pretty much a total genius. And she had only been to the park for Company reasons, aside from hanging out with that asshole Caleb. God he was glad that he had murdered
Sylar: him. Mmm, that felt good to say. "I'm afraid my surprise has nothing to do with the recently, or soon to be recently, deceased. It's something of a more romantic nature. Unless you don't like things like that, I could understand."
Sylar: He shrugged his shoulders. keeping a nonchalant mood about him. "We could do something else I suppose." Hours seem to fly by when they made love, he'd noticed that after their little excurision in DIsney World. "I know, I just need
Sylar: to get a little more control. I'm nowhere near your level. Taking an ability through empathy…it's definitely a challenge."
Elle: "Are you trying to say I'm not smart?" Well technically she said it herself, but he wasn't suppose to agree with it. She looked up at him with a fake sad expression on her face, hoping to make him feel the emotion she hated most:
Elle: guilt. Not only that, it was a total shame he was still stuck on Caleb, like wasn't everyone over him? Like seriously. "No, no that's okay. I like romantic things, just curious." Not only did she like romantic things, but she li
Elle: -ked anything that Gabriel did for her because it was well… Gabriel. He may have appeared nonchalant but she knew better than to go by his outwards appearence, he was probably disappointed inside or something. "No… like I said
Elle: you're going to show me this surprise thing that you have planned. I insist." Disney World did go by incredibly fast, it was so much fun that she had barely noticed when it got dark. They definitely had to go back there someday.
Elle: "Well of course you're not near my level silly, it took me years to get it just right. You can always practice on me if you want…" Her hold on him tightened and she sent a few jolts into his arm, hinting at the obvious sexual imp
Elle: -lications. "Not unless you don't think you can handle it I mean."
Sylar: "Are you trying to say that you aren't smart?" As stated, she was the one that had said it. He was just going along with her like a good boyfriend should. When she gave him that sad little expression, he just soured his face
Sylar: and planted a quick kiss to her forehead. "Even though I know you're just goading me, I'll take the bait. Of course I don't think you're unintelligent. You're the most brilliant woman that I've ever met. No ordinary, stupid girl
Sylar: could be such a successful agent. You are the best, remember?" He didn't mind stroking her ego every once in a while, even though it did have a tendency to get a little overinflated ever so often. Of course, so did his own. He knew
Sylar: that she would relent as far as his romantic surprise went, which was why he hadn't bothered becoming crestfallen in the first place. He paused mid-step, pulling away a little grinning at her mischieviously before moving to bite
Sylar: softly into her neck, sending a brief current flowing through it. "…I'll keep that in mind. And you're the one that can't handle me, dear."
Elle: "Good, because I am." She smirked. It was nice to know that her remarkable intelligence was something they both could agree upon. Though she wasn't so self-absorbed to not admit that he was definitely smarter than her in some aspects.
Elle: He was way more book smart or whatever. And his ego was nothing to be compared to hers. He was the one who wasted valuable time chit chatting with his victims giving them the opportunity to think of some way to escape, rather than
Elle: killing them and being done with it. Talk about taking the super villainy thing a little too far at times. Moaning, she grumbled a little bit. "I can too handle you… Not my fault it hurts so much." Some guy was walking by and
Elle: for no particular reason at all she just send a tiny jolt directly into his heart causing him to collapse as he writhed on the ground as his heart failed. "Practice some more tonight?" She was speaking on both powers and sex.::
Sylar: Valuable time? Had she ever known a victim to escape from his clutches just because he liked to induge in a nice monologue from time to time? It wasn't just beating them down and taking away their abilities. It was about breaking
Sylar: them mentally, spiritually, in essence he desired a complete and total victory over his opponents. In the end, the outcome was always the exact same. Death. He sucked slowly on the spot that his teeth had just marked, tongue swirling
Sylar: over the indents as the patch darkened into a nice hickey. "We'll definitely get some practice in. You can't even handle vaginal, fully. We need to buy you a dildo, otherwise you'll never be able to take it anal-wise." And god, was
Sylar: he excited about doing that. The writhing man was completely ignored, as stated he could care less about who she killed. "Oh, and ability training as well. Maybe we could do both at the same time…" With a quick slap to her rear,
Sylar: Sylar held out his arm and began down the street once more.
Elle: ::She always wondered why people always left hickies on others, perhaps it was some primal, animalistic urge to mark territory. Better that than him peeing on her or something. When he was finished she brought her hand up to rub t
Elle: -he spot. "Dildo… uh… what's that?" This was her sexual inexperience coming through. She tilted her head up at him curious as to what the answer would be. "Would it make things a lot easier for me?" She sounded hopeful. El
Elle: -le wanted to be able to sleep with Gabriel without feeling intense pain, she really did and if this dildo thing was going to help her then by all means she was going to partake in one, but where did people get them from? He really
Elle: didn't care about the people she killed, this would be so cool. Maybe they could gather a whole group of random people and play hide and go seek, only that Elle would be it, and rather than tagging the other person she just killed them.
Elle: She jumped up in surprise when he slapped her ass, giving him a girlish laugh grabbing his arm. "Are we almost there yet?"
Sylar: He didn't know about anyone else, but that was precisely why he had marked Elle. He wanted everyone to know that she had been claimed, and god have mercy on the soul that tried to pursue her anyways. And yes..there would be no
Sylar: golden showers coming from him anytime soon, or ever for that matter. "A dildo? It's basically an artificial penis. Comes in different sizes. Some vibrate, some stimulate your clit. You can practice with it, get yourself ready for
Sylar: me. Or better yet, I can practice on you with it, even while we're making love. We would have to go to an adult store to get one though, unless you ordered it online. They sell all kinds of toys and costumes." Why the hell would
Sylar: someone agree to play a game of hide and go seek like that? Still, he had to admit, it would be fun. They should do it with people with abilities, though. That would make it more fun. "It's right there." Twin, old-school lampost
Sylar: marked the entrance to the park, where great trees loomed overhead, the leaves the color of the fading sunset. It was all but gone now, the sky a deep purple as night began to fall.
Elle: ::Well it would appear that Elle learned something entirely new today. "Oh…" she nodded her head in understanding, "Gabriel, I want one of those!" She said tugging on his arm. They'd have to go to one of those adult stores some
Elle: -time soon. Would she be able to go in though? "Gabriel? How come you know about all this stuff?" She asked curiously. It wasn't that she was accusing him of partaking in these amazing experiences with someone else, but if she
Elle: remembered correctly he was pretty much a shy geek when she met him. Wouldn't a place like that be too…intimidating for him? The prospect of toys and dressing up was what amused her the most, she liked having toys, and she never
Elle: really got to celebrate Halloween or anything like that, so it'll be perfect. And of course killer hide-n-go-seek would be fun, there was nothing more thrilling than the hunt. Though she was doing it more for sport than to take so
Elle: -mething from her prey. "Oh, so we are." Yay! They made it to the park. She let go of his hand and ran ahead of him along the sidewalk, then turning around to look at him, waving. "Hurry up, slowpoke!"
Sylar: "Sure, we can go to one of those places tomorrow. There's bound to be one on every corner in a city like this. I would like to find a 'respectable' one, though." Not some seedy, rundown sex shop where they sold bootleg indian porn
Sylar: and faulty dildos laced with mercury or something. "Yes, dear?" he asked, looking to her as she posed her question. "Oh. Wikipedia." Isn't that where people found out anything and everything that they wanted to know? He used to
Sylar: spend entire days surfing that website, finding out about all sorts of fun facts and trivia. "I know, you wouldn't think I'd be into anything like that, given my history." He had basically read her mind, but it was the truth after
Sylar: all. "But things change. You made me into a sexual animal, remember?" He wouldn't mind doing a little role playing, he did it all the time when he was impersonating people to catch his victims. Granted, never anything of a sexual
Sylar: nature. And he wasn't even intending to take their abilities. It was moreso just for sport, to test his skill and ability. When she went running off, he would slowly jog after her, instead taking Elle's hand when he caught up. The
Sylar: walkway was further lit by the lampposts, glowing fireflies swirling around as they were attracted by the light. There were even more high above them, as though the stars had fallen down and began to dance.
Elle: "Tomorrow? Why not tonight? It's an adult store, I doubt it has a bedtime or anything like that. Shouldn't it always be open?" She didn't know this from experience, moreso using the word "adult" to come up with a logical answer.
Elle: "Wikipedia?" She's browsed the internet before sure, but not for doing research or anything of the sort, but then she realized what he was talking about. "So… you randomly started looking up dildos?" Tonight she was just f
Elle: -ull of questions, questions she automatically assumed that he had the answers to. "I'm not so sure I had anything to do with it…" She was beginning to think that someone spent long hours in front of a computer doing something
Elle: they weren't suppose to. "Since when did you own a computer? I thought you were a bookworm?" Perhaps that was enough of the questions for the night. The closest thing she got to roleplaying in real life was when she went on an ass
Elle: -ignment or something, but mostly she tried to use the truth to her advantage just warping it a little bit. Kind of like how she did when she first met him. Bugs were flying all around them, attracted to the light. Holding out he
Elle: -r hand she generated a few sparks drawing in a moth which was automatically zapped and killed. Talk about human bug zapper. "So… where's this surprise thingy you have planned?"
Sylar: "It's only called an adult store because it's in ill taste to go around giving places a title like 'the 'Fuck Shack' or 'Pussy Parlor'. I don't think that has anything to do with the closing time. But sure, I suppose we could still
Sylar: try and see if one is open this late." Admittedly, he didn't really trust the twenty-four hour ones if they actually existed, but whatever. Maybe there was some sort of sexual equivalent to Wal-Mart somewhere. "..Ball-Mart." He
Sylar: snorted to himself, not even realizing that he'd said it out loud. "I was actually looking up things about brains. And that lead to certain chemicals released from the body. Which lead to vaginas. Which lead to vaginal stimulation.
Sylar: Which…lead to dildos." It was amazing how things could just go on like that, to something completely unrelated to what he'd originally be researching. "Can't be stuck reading all the time. Quit asking so many questions, nosy." He
Sylar: tweaked her nose, grinning as he did so. "I was about to say they were pretty…" Damn stun gun. "You'll see. It's near the center of the park. Just..enjoy the scenery for now." They were walking over a lowercase-n shaped bridge
Sylar: now, one that suspended over a pond. The half-moon in the sky reflected off the surface of the water, causing it to shimmer with a white light. "Gonna try and kill that too?"
Elle: "Ball-Mart? What's that?" She never heard of that place before. Guessing by the name they must've sold balls there: soccer balls, footballs, basketballs, bouncy balls, blue balls, yellow balls, red balls, oblong balls. "So… I
Elle: don't get it. If you were searching for brains why would you get sidetracked by that?" Someone was easily distracted, then again he was a geek who hadn't really been getting any. Logically this should be of no surprise. "Since whe
Elle: -n didn't you like to re— okay no more questions." Perhaps she was just a tad bit nosey, but there was no one around to tell her any of these things. It was funny how the conversation became questions about something else to ques
Elle: -tions about his reading habits. Grabbing her nose, she wiggled it a bit. "What's pretty?" The bugs? No way. Over the bridge they went, the water below a tad bit unsettling. "Kill what?" Her hands started sparking instantly,
Elle: already excited at the prospect of killing something.::
Sylar: "Nothing, I was just…thinking out loud." He gave a little sideglance when she brought up how he had been so easily sidetracked, hilariously enough Elle had hit the nail right on the head. He had been a horny bastard, and jumped at
Sylar: the chance to read something pertaining to vaginal penetration. Of course, he wasn't about to admit that aloud, it was already embarassing enough without Elle knowing. He didn't mind answering her questions, it was just that she had
Sylar: so many of them, it sort of got overwhelming. "Oh right, I forgot. You don't like icky bugs." He smirked, bending to the side to kiss her cheek. "And there's nothing to kill, quit getting so excited. We're on a date, not a mission.
Sylar: Just enjoy it. And quit being so nervous." He released her hand, bending down and reaching out towards the water. A white mist swirled around his hand, before settling in on the surface of the pond. There was a strange crackling
Sylar: sound, and before her very eyes, the molecules had ceased their vibrations, and the water had become ice. "There. Nothing to worry about now."
Elle: ::Yeah that was enough of the questions for one night. So far at least. "It's not that I don't like them, I just don't want to be around them. Makes me all itchy and stuff," she acted like she was scratching furiously to demonstr
Elle: -ate her point. The arcs in her hand faded, and she frowned a little, eyes squinted and her lips puckered and shifted to the side. "Fine, and I'm not nervous." There was nothing to be nervous about…sort of. With the water froz
Elle: -en she noticably relaxed against him. "Don't know what you're talking about. I wasn't worried about anything in the first place." Well just the off chance that someone came by and pushed her off of the letter bridge into the wat
Elle: -er, jumped down with her and tried to strangle her leaving her to rely on her physical abilities rather than electricity. Something she wasn't all to keen on experiencing. "Are we there yet?" Patience may have been a virtue, but
Elle: Elle wasn't exactly virtuous. Suddenly a sinister smirk appeared on her features. "Wanna play hide-n-go-get-it?" That was a game she remembered from her few short years spent in elementary school.::
Sylar: "You are such a drama queen." He rolled his eyes, she acted like fireflies had suddenly become blood sucking mosquitos or something. He couldn't help but grin when she relaxed, considering how much false bravado she'd been putting
Sylar: on beforehand. He didn't even bother making fun of her, he knew how paranoid she got sometimes. What were they, paranoid delusions of a sociopath or something? He didn't believe all that, though she definitely had some issues
Sylar: going on. She'd find his strong arms wrapping around her body, holding Elle into his chest as he stroked her hair. "I would never let anything happen to you. Ever." And with those simple words, he delivered a sweet kiss to the
Sylar: girl's lips, before seizing her hand. "And no, damn it. We aren't playing that, either. Not right now anyways. And you say you didn't sexually corrupt me. Come on, it's right around the corner."
Elle: ::It was sociopath with paranoid delusions, though she didn't really accept that herself. It was the shrinks who deemed her unfit for society. Bastards. Strong arms were wrapped around her frame, and she found herself standing st
Elle: -ill enjoying the contact breathing relaxing. "I know." Even though she knew she could more than likely take care of herself should some unfortunate situation arise, it was still nice to know that she had someone in her corner rea
Elle: -dy to fight tooth and nail to defend her. Bright blue eyes sparkled amongst the street lamps as she stared up at him, lips spreading as she kissed him back. "I didn't. I seem to recall someone else pouncing all over me and deflo
Elle: -wering me, but perhaps I'm the only one who seems to remember that." Around the corner they went, almost there apparently. Could this be any longer?::
Sylar: Who were they to decide what was fit or unfit for society? Maybe the world just needed to be changed then, where people like Sylar and Elle would be the majority, would be "acceptable." Then again, they didn't need an entire world
Sylar: full of killers. That just meant more work for them. "Good." Tooth, nail, electricity, metal, every tool at his disposal would be put towards killing anyone who dare raise a hand against her, that was just how deeply his love for
Sylar: Elle went. "Pouncing? If I recall correctly, I was the young, innocent nerd, and you just ripped off my clothing and took advantage of me." They continued along the path, until they made it to some metal statue that was supposedly
Sylar: some great landmark in Central Park. All in all, it basically had nothing to do with the two of them. He removed a picture from his pocket, it being one depicting the two of them holding one another in Disney World. "Alright. Stand
Sylar: right in front of this statue, and hold the picture so I can see it."
Elle: "The only thing remotely correct about that statement was the you being a nerd part, and I don't think I need to mention the you nearly splitting me open thing." As painful as that memory was it was also pretty special to her. It
Elle: was their first time. Walking, walking, and more walking, then came some huge statue. "Okay… now what?" Shrugging she did as she was told taking the picture. Staring at it for a few moments, she smiled going to stand in front
Elle: of the statue holding it up. "Can you see it?" She flipped it to her, to make sure that it was right side up. This was kind of awkward. What exactly was he going to do? Whistling she rocked back on her heels and waited. "What a
Elle: -re we going to do next?" Hopefully he still wanted to do the adult store thingy.::
Sylar: "I can't believe you actually forgot the fact that you weren't even a virgin. The Haitian man must have put on a strong whammy. And…yes, I don't think you need to mention it, either." While it was a painful memory for Elle, it was
Sylar: a rather delicious one for Sylar. It had been a magical time, especially since it'd been his first as well. He could already tell that she had no idea what was going on, which just made the sly grin on his lips stretch even wider.
Sylar: "Would you just be patient." He stepped forwards, putting a hand on the statue just past Elle's head, before examining the picture. "Don't move." And then he closed his eyes, only opening them once to examine the photo once more.
Sylar: "And dont turn around, either." Then he went to work. She'd hear the sound of something bubbling and squishing behind her, as well as grating metal, and after a few minutes Sylar stepped back, examining his handiwork. "Alright, you
Sylar: can turn around." She was greeted by the sight of a perfect rendition of her in statuesque form, right down to her sexy smile. The statue donned the clothes that she had worn when a princess in Disney Castle, amazing dress flowing
Sylar: from her body. The most impressive feature of all, however, were the sweeping angel wings that sprouted from behind, a light gold compared to the overall silver tone of the mimic.The words on the base had changed as well, now
Sylar: reading Ellectric Angel. From Gabriel to Elle. I love you.
blue|Elle: ::A curious look appeared on her face when she heard the sound of the metal shifting behind her. Just exactly what was Gabriel Gray up to? She wanted to turn around so badly to see what it was he was concocting but thought better Elle: of it. She really didn't want to disappoint him by ruining the surprise he had planned. "I can turn around now?" When it was okay to turn around, she grabbed his hand and did so slowly, a little nervous about what it was she was
Elle: going to see there. Was that…her? Looking down at the picture, then back up at the statue she read the engraving. "Gabriel…" She said exasperated. She really didn't know what it was she wanted to say to him, but this was so.
Elle: .. amazing, so… special. "Thank you!" She jumped up on him, arms wrapping around his neck while her legs hugged his torso. Roughly she pressed her glossed lips against his, eyes closed firmly as her tongue begged for entrance i
Elle: -nto his oral cavity. The kiss was filled with as much love and passion as she could muster. Zap! Pulling away a single thread of electricity connected their lips together before disappearing. Irises moved about from side to sid
Elle: -e searching his own, as she had a bewildered smile on her face, obviously someone was the happiest girl in the world. "Gabriel…" she pressed her forhead against his, the tip of her nose brushing up against his her chest rising a
Elle: -nd falling rapidly with every breath. "…N-no one ever… did anything like that for me before…" her throat was burning as her eyes watered and she tried to hold back the tears, only that a few managed to slide down her cheek
Elle: -s. He basically immortalized her for the whole world to see, the statue a representation of his love for her.::
Sylar: He hadn't been too sure about this idea, not in the least bit. It had been in the works ever since she told him that she wanted to visit the park, and he thought that she would like it. But you never really knew, with Elle.
Sylar: When she turned to take in the statue, he held his hands in front of his body, waiting to see what her reaction would be to it. Would she like it? Would she hate it and zap him into ashes? Whatever the case, he certainly hadn't
Sylar: expecting what happened next. "Yes…?" And then she was jumping into him, his hands moving to cup her ass just to keep her in the air as they kissed. With a loud moan he opened his mouth wide, tongue sliding and playing with her own
Sylar: , the organ tingling when the small line of electricity crackled between them. He locked onto her gaze, grinning widely because he knew then that whatever this was…it had worked. "You don't have to cry, dear. But you can..it's
Sylar: okay. To be honest, this started as me competing with Caleb. But…I realized that it was more than that. I wanted to show you that even if we died tomorrow, or in ten years, or a hundred years, the world would always know just how
Sylar: much that I loved you. They would always know that you were an earth-born angel. And that my heart was yours."
Elle: "Gabri— you don't have to compete with Caleb. I don't love him… I love you." Why couldn't he just understand that. She wanted him more than anything else in the world, he actually made her seemingly pointless existence some me
Elle: -aning. For once in her life she felt that she could be more than just the sociopath, more than just the company girl. She could be Elle, and more importantly she could be Gabriel's. Forever and always. He told her that she didn
Elle: 't have to cry but she just couldn't help it. Normally she didn't feel any kind of emotion other than anger and hatred, but Gabriel allowed her to experience a broad spectrum of feelings, feelings that she didn't know she was capab
Elle: -le of expressing. She couldn't help but kiss him once more albeit briefly this time. She nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck, content with just laying there against him. "I love you…"
Sylar: "I know, dear, I know that. There's just something inside me…it's hard to explain." He just felt like he needed to be better than everyone else, needed to prove that he was worthy of having Elle, more worthy than any other man.
Sylar: "I just want to be the man you need. A man you can be proud to call yours…" That went both ways, because with Elle, Sylar felt as though he could be anything, DO anything. He didn't just have to live the life of a killer, if he
Sylar: didn't want to. He'd found someone that he could pour himself into, someone that he hungered for…that made his lust for powers die down to a dull ache. He needed her with him, always. There was just no other way to explain it.
Sylar: Holding the woman against his body, he allowed her to cry all she wanted, rocking Elle back and forth in his arms and kissing her before leaning his head into hers. "I love you too, angel. Forever."
Elle: ::All she could do was nod against his neck, as she tried to stop the tears from flowing. She managed to do this after a few moments, pulling away she stared at him and wiped her eyes. "So now what are we gonna do. I never did ge
Elle: -t to make that pie for you yesterday." She gave him a perky face, giving him a peck on the lips. Tonight she really didn't know what she wanted to do. Did she want to just cuddle up with Gabriel under a blanket, or did she want
Elle: him to make sweet, passionate love to him? Whatever it was she really didn't care as long as she just had him. Once again she went back to laying her head on his shoulder, just content with being there. After such an obvious disp
Elle: -lay of love and affection she didn't even know what to do or say. How was she suppose to top that? This wasn't a competition that much she was aware of, but he deserved something equally as grand.::
Sylar: He would hold her and whisper gentle words into her ear, cradling and nurturing his beloved as her flood of tears slowly came to a stop. "Whatever you want to do. And don't worry about making me a pie. You have the rest of our lives
Sylar: to do that." Because as far as he was concerned, that was how long they would be together, and even beyond that. Kissing her back, he nibbled on her upper lip for a moment, before backing away with a smile. He wouldn't mind just
Sylar: holding her in his arms like they usually did after making love, it was almost his favorite part. "What do you want, angel? Anything in the entire world, I promise that I'll get it for you. Tell me, please." He just wanted to make
Sylar: her happy, that was all that mattered to him
Elle: ::He was right, she did have forever to make him a pie. Perhaps that was something best done tomorrow or the day after. But what did she want to do? He seemed to be adamant about fulfilling her wishes. "I don't know…" Sometim
Elle: -es thinking for herelf was a pretty hard thing to do. "I want you…" Elle snuggled up against him more, sparking in excitement. "We can do whatever you want to do." In all honesty she really didn't mind what it was, as long as
Elle: it was something that they could do together. After they went to go save her father, what was next on their agenda? Another road trip so he could hunt for more abilities? Possibly terrorize the Brat Pack? They had so many steps
Elle: to finish before their goal to be together forever peacefully was ever to be met.::
Sylar: "You know that you already have me, in every single way you could possibly fathom." He had given himself to Elle completely, in mind, body, and spirit. She would never be rid of him if he could help it. He nuzzled his cheek against
Sylar: her own, drying tears smearing over the side of his face as they held one another. "How about we just…walk. Talk. Be together. That's the best thing that I could ever ask for." The road trip was first on the agenda, followed by the
Sylar: systematic murder of anyone and everyone who could possibly track them down. It might even mean the destruction of the Company itself, though he wasn't really ready to present that just yet.
Elle: "Yeah I know." Elle wasn't really one to believe in the spirit, but she could admit that she was Gabriel's in mind and body, all that spirit stuff was just a little too spiritual for her. "Okay. Walking and talking. Being togeth
Elle: -er. I can do that." She hopped down off of him, and grabbed his hand. At this point she really didn't care about her job at the Company, nothing compared to being with Gabriel, though she knew that it may prove beneficial to wor
Elle: -k for them. There she had access to all the information the both of them could ever need. Speaking of which, she had to remember to get him a list. That was the first thing, then they could go on their little excursion. "Teach
Elle: -me how to swim one day?"
Sylar: He eased her down to the ground, reaching for her hand at the exact same moment that she was grabbing for his own. And what was so beneficial about it, really? Surely they had enough evolved humans in their database for the two to
Sylar: snag, the only thing they really had to worry about was income. Elle still had all the money from Caleb's bank acount, and other than that? Well, it wasn't like they weren't well equipped enough to rob a bank…or ten. "You really
Sylar: want to learn how to swim? I'll teach you, but you're going to have to trust me. Otherwise we could both end up dead." They would definitely be starting off in a nice three footer, god forbid Elle think she was actually drowning.
Sylar: "Teach me how to be so amazing, one day?"
Elle: "Oh yeah… maybe swimming isn't such a good idea…" Surely he remembered when Ripper burst the pipes and the pool of water made contact with her causing all of those residents who made contact with it to be shocked to death. It w
Elle: -as much different than being in the rain or the shower. Hmm… though the last thing she needed was to shock herself and actually end up drowning for real. "Teach you how to be amazing? Don't you already have that down pact?" W
Elle: -ho said she couldn't find it in herelf to give a compliment or two rather than receive them? Maybe they could snag some of those pills from the Company numb her powers or something for the time being. Who was to say another water
Elle: incident was to happen again, at least she wouldn't be totally defenseless.::
Sylar: He had actually forgotten that little incident, call it a repressed memory. "So maybe we should focus on trying to control your ability while exposed to water." It was definitely the only real flaw with her power, not to mention the
Sylar: thing stopping them from swimming. "Nothing too extreme though, I remember what you told me about those tests they used to run.." He would never purposely hurt Elle just in the name of science (or swimming). As he said, she was too
Sylar: important to him for that. "I suppose you're right. Let's forget about that sex shop for tonight, hm? Passionate loving sex is great and all, but I'd rather just…cuddle. Pretty sure that sentence just revoked my man card, hm."
Elle: ::She never really thought about trying that before. She was tested on before and obviously came out still looking perfectly. It shouldn't have too many negative side effects on her should she try. Also if she was able to tolerat
Elle: -e using her ability in water she shouldn't really be in any danger ever. However, the fact she automatically electrified water was a good defense just in case someone did try to drown her or attack her. "You know… that's not a
Elle: bad idea." There was some things she needed to think about. "No sex shop?" Major frown. "Sure, cuddling is always nice, and I don't think there is any way possible to revoke it." She groped him just to prove her point. If that monst
Elle: -osity wasn't proof of whatever manhood he had, then she really didn't know what was.::
Sylar: Still, he'd like to be able to take her near a decent sized mass of water without having to worry about if he would be electrocuted. It was a rather good defense, however. Maybe they could actually use it against Ripper, or
Sylar: something. "Something to think about, at least. And…I suppose we can go to the adult store, if you really want to." In all honesty, he was prepared to just go home and enjoy a nice night of cuddling…until she was groping at his
Sylar: length. It jumped instantly, as though expecting some sort of gratification, Sylar clearning his throat as his pants grew a little bit tighter. "But we don't even know where one is, really. Do we just walk around until he find one?"
Sylar: Not wanting to be left out, he reached down to lightly squeeze her ass, returning the gesture.
Elle: "Uh… screw it, we'll find a place tomorrow. Let's go home and you can read me the Wizard of Oz, it's my favorite." This truly was a nice night for a romantic walk, but if they were going to walk around without any sense of where
Elle: they were going it's best to wait. They could always google directions or something. She still had Caleb's laptop somewhere in the apartment, all she had to do was find it. "Good thing the house is packed with all sorts of stuff,
Elle: we can feed each other ice cream and cake, I know how much you love cake." She loved cake too in all honesty, who didn't? Chocolate was her favorite. A nice layered cake with a cream filled center was always good as well. Daddy
Elle: didn't let her have too many sweets though, said it wasn't good for, and that she was already too hyper.::
Sylar: "Why are you always trying to make me read you things?" It wasn't that he minded reading to her, so much as he wasn't really in the practice of reading aloud. He was much more comfortable in a quiet environment, reading to himself.
Sylar: He wasn't even sure if he had a nice reading voice. "I'm not really that hungry, honestly. But I could always feed you some I suppose." Coincidentally, chocolate was his favorite as well. One of the only things he loved to eat as
Sylar: much as pie. His mother had been the same way about sweets, which was why he enjoyed them so much now. He may have hated Bob with a bitter passion..but he was right about her already being too hyperactive. "Well…maybe I could eat
Sylar: a little." Grinning, he suddenly scooped Elle up into his arms, carrying her back along the path and over the bridge.
Elle: "Because… Daddy always use to read to me… Fine! You don't have to do it I'll read to myself." Hell even Bennet use to read her stories when she was little. Besides it wasn't uncommon for a girl to find similar qualities in
Elle: the guy she liked compared to her father. They both wore glasses, they both liked to read, so the connection was rather easy to make. "Besides I rather enjoyed storytime…" Arms were folded as she pouted, and of course he had a n
Elle: -ice reading voice, hence the day she fell asleep against him in the cell so easily. "Okay…" she found it a little strange he didn't want any icecream, "What does being hungry have to do with it?" No one really ate icecream or c
Elle: -ake when they were hungry moreso because they were greedy. Then again, Elle had a sugar rush that she just needed to quench, sort of like his hunger for brains in a way but to a way lesser degree. She wasn't about to kill over it
Elle: . "Yes! You should eat a little." She agreed. Squeeling as he picked her up in his arms, she laid her head against his chest. "We can watch cartoons too."
Sylar: He wasn't so sure he liked doing something that could be compared to her father, or Bennet for that matter. There was one more connection she forgot to link between the two of them, both men wanted to kill the other. He couldn't
Sylar: imagine Noah reading her bedtime stories, but then again he did have his own daughter at home, and god knows how he treated her. Ahhh, the memories. "Quit your pouting, I said I would read." She always pouted when she didn't get her
Sylar: way, and more often than not he relented. If it was something he didn't want to do however, no amount of whining was going to budge him otherwise. "A little doesn't mean an entire jug like some people. I can't wolf things down like
Sylar: you can." The girl was purely ravenous, they both knew it to be true. "I don't know about the cartoons, however."
Elle: ::Well there was actually a time when Bennet was somewhat decent to her. Actually he was decent to her for the most part, when she wasn't trying to do something he didn't approve of. The man served as somewhat of a second father
Elle: figure to her, always giving her advice that she couldn't otherwise get from her own father. "Okie doke!" Pouting wasn't something she did all the time, he was lucky she didn't zap him like all the rest. Besides if he didn't want
Elle: to do it she had other methods of persuasian other than whining, whining was just the method she preferred to use on him. "Well for someone so smart you should know that icecream comes in cartons not jugs. Dumb dumb." Hand was br
Elle: -ought up to place a stinging jolt on his nose. And she knew she ate a lot at times, but he'd better not mention it out loud or else. "Why not? I watch your boring scientific documentaries!" Okay well that one night, was the day
Elle: she thought him to be some ghost and she was grieving over their short lived breakup.::
Sylar: Well there was no such love lost between himself and Noah, considering the man had apparently been fated to be his sworn enemy from the start. It was Bennet's fault that he had been transformed into this killer in the first place,
Sylar: after all. Though truly, that wasn't even the reason for his hatred. It was because he had not only had their memories snatched away, but he had taken away any chance of a life that the two of them could have had together. True,
Sylar: they had managed to find one another, and were attempting to give it a second go, but there was just so much time wasted…so much they could have done together. "Jug, tin, carton, all the same thing to me. And when exactly did you
Sylar: watch one? Because I certainly wasn't there. Except for one on lions, and they were hunting down gazelle and ripping them open, so you can't even say that you didn't enjoy it." He zapped her back, though it was on her ass instead.
Elle: "Gabriel please, whenever someone says 'it's the same thing to me,' they know they've lost." He wasn't going to win this little debate. He was wrong, and she was right, and he needed to acknowledge that. "Don't worry about when I
Elle: watched one just know that I did." Now who was the one asking a million questions. "…The night you broke in. I was watching some boring thing on fire. Reminded me of you." There was a lot of things about that night that she r
Elle: -eally didn't feel like recalling right then and there. Emotionally she was a mess, and couldn't even let go of the shirt he wore the day they got their memories back, hugging it close to her like a cherished childhood blanket or s
Elle: -omething. Also she did enjoy the lions eating the gazelle, it was chock full of carnage. The tingling zap on her ass caused her to shift a little bit in his arms. "Save the zapping for later remember…wait tomorrow." She lost
Elle: track of what they were going to do when they got home. At first it was going to the sex store, then practicing powers on each other, and now it became icecream and cake::
Sylar: "Or it could just mean that I don't care. Which..I don't." He didn't need to win, it wasn't that important to him in the first place. Elle was the one with the complex. "I only asked two questions, compared to your three hundred.
Sylar: And what does the fact that you were watching one, alone, have to do with me?" He didn't like remembering that day either. It seemed that for every good memory they had, there was another horrible one right around the corner. Disney
Sylar: World paradise, raping her in the tunnel of love. Regaining their long lost, precious memories…stalking her and forcing Elle to think that she was going insane. He didn't know what drove him to do some of the things that he did,
Sylar: Sylar really didn't. "Fine, tomorrow.You must have some sort of ADD, you're always all over the place. Changing up our plans ten times in a row."
Elle: "Oh… fine then, don't care," she mumbled shocking him just because. It wasn't so much that she had a complex, just that she needed to be the best and therefor she needed to win the argument. Okay maybe that is a complex. Whatev
Elle: -er. "It has to do with the fact that I watched one, and like you said we watched the thing with the lions so we're watching cartoons when we get home." And that was final. He was going to learn to enjoy Spongebob, the Fairly Odd
Elle: Parents, and other things. Even though they had a lot of bad memories, she tried not to think about it too much, she was easily able to forgive Gabriel for all of them so there was no point in being caught up on it. Plus he wasn't
Elle: making her believe she was insane, she was pretty much crazy with or without him, though taking advantage of her emotional vulnerability and the fact that she missed him greatly was a pretty fucked up thing to do. As strange as it
Elle: sounds, he only did half of those things because he loved her. If he hadn't wanted her so badly he wouldn't have raped her, or spent a lot of his valuable time stalking her. "I don't change my plans, it's just that we have a plan
Elle: then you cancel and it's hard to remember."
Sylar: "Quit trying to make it sound worse than it actually is, you drama queen." He pecked her lips quickly, finally emerging from the park and heading back towards their shared apartment. He wondered if that guy she had zapped earlier
Sylar: would still be lying on the pavement. This was New York City, after all, it wasn't like people really gave a rat's ass about one another anymore. "Whatever. Hopefully I'll just fall asleep and spare myself the torture." Then again,
Sylar: she probably wouldn't even give him the pleasure of that. He just wasn't a big fan of cartoons, especially nothing on the Disney Channel. Dexter's Laboratory had been pretty good, he'd admit, but only because the title character
Sylar: reminded him of himself as a little boy. He tried to repress all over those horrible memories, because otherwise he'd be beating himself up and saying how he was completely no good for Elle. "Or maybe it's just because you can never
Sylar: make up your mind and want to do five different things at the same time."
Elle: "I'm not…" he suddenly kissed her, did he honestly think that was gonna make her stop? "…trying to make it sound worse. I'm just saying." Finally they were out of the park, and on their way home now, where he was definitely g
Elle: -oing to get it, and it was not a good thing. The guy that she'd zapped earlier was the farthest thing from her mind. It didn't really make a difference to her if people walked across his corpse or not. "Well then I'll just have
Elle: to keep you up then, silly." The correlation to his childhood fondess for Dexter's Labratory and him not being good enough for her just didn't make any sense. They both knew he was the geekiest person alive, no sense in trying to
Elle: deny it now. The street lights began to flicker and she pressed her lips tightly together, "You know… perhaps you shouldn't try to make me mad when we've been having such a good day." Being told she had ADD wasn't really flatter
Elle: -ing. He was just begging to be zapped. As the lights stabalized themselves she exhaled. "I didn't think it was so wrong to want to do things together."
Sylar: He'd done nothing to deserve getting whatever "it" was, Elle was the one starting things. "You are a pain sometimes, you know that?" There was no correlation between those two things. The horrible memories in question were when he
Sylar: was mentally torturing her, not watching cartoon network. He noticed the flickering lights, groaning silently as he realized that he needed to do a three sixty as far as this whole situation went. "Would you calm down? You taunt and
Sylar: tease me all the time, but you don't see cars exploding an an icy hell settling in over New York. I'm just messing with you, Elle. I didn't say there was anything wrong with doing things together. Obviously I like spending time with
Sylar: you, or do you think i just went on a walk to the park with you for no reason at all?"
Elle: "Well I'm a good pain though, right? Like something hurts so good or whatever." There as a pretty good example for what she was talking about but she wasn't going to go into detail, though when she caught his earlobe between her t
Elle: -eeth he should've gotten a good idea. Tugging on it she let go, realizzing that maybe she was overreacting, but she just couldn't help it. "I know… but it's just so much stuff I want us to do together," it was hard enough for h
Elle: -er to express these types of feelings and actually mean them, so she really didn't need to be picked on for that. She brushed her cheek with his, "You should go back to saying nice things. I like you better when you say nice thin
Elle: -gs." A nice, passionate kiss was placed on his cheek, as she hugged him.::
Sylar: "You mean like when we make love?" He gave a sly grin, realizing that this was exactly what she had meant. He gave a brief shudder when she tugged on his earlobe, fingers suddenly clutching her body tightly before he loosened his
Sylar: grip. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did." He turned to kiss her cheek as well, nuzzling against it as she held onto him. They were in the apartment now, Sylar continuing to hold her as they went into the elevator. "We can
Sylar: do all of it, everything. Just…not at once." He laughed softly, hitting the button that would take them back up. "You mean when I say nice things like…I love you, angel? I want to spend the rest of my life devoting myself to
Sylar: making you happy? You're my other half, and I can't imagine my life without you? Those kind of things?"
Elle: "I guess you can say that," chuckling girlishly she painfully jolted him on the neck. Elle loved the fact that her actions had so much influence on him, his reactions to her cuddling, pouting, and zapping was just so adorable. "Are
Elle: you… apologizing to me?" She needed to rub it in a bit, and bask in her victory. Eagerly returning his kiss, and hugging his body tighter. "Apology accepted, I guess." Once they were in the apartment building she jumped down o
Elle: -ff of his back and decided to just hold his hand instead, leaning against him. "Yes!! I love it when you say things like that, but just don't over do it, I don't want you getting soft on me or anything. The lovey dovey persona c
Elle: -an dull pretty fast." She liked a man who was rough and aggressive, unafraid to take what he wanted. A man who'd try to enforce his dominance on others and slaughter his foes, with her naturally standing at his side. Perhaps may
Elle: -be one day they could even destroy the world together. That seemed like a lovely idea. Their floor was reached and she pulled him along down the hallway, pulling the key out of her coat pocket and unlocking the door. "WE'RE HOME
Elle: !" She sang loudly swinging the door open. Dropping her coat to the floor, she ran down the hall and into the bedroom, flinging her lithe body on the bed, and scooting back against the headboard. "I know you're going to get mad or
Elle: whatever seeing as how we just got in but… how about later on we go find that adult store? It'll be a lot of fun…."
Sylar: He didn't mind too much, considering he could manipulate her actions just as easily. A nibble here, a not-so-innocent touch there, and she was putty in his hands. Of course, nothing seemed to make her submissive faster than when he
Sylar: became overly dominative. He ignored her rubbing in the fact that she had "won'", not giving the girl the satisfaction of some sort of reaction. "Please, I don't think it's possible for a serial killer to become soft. Either way,
Sylar: you have nothing to worry about." From the description, Elle wanted some kind of..fucking viking barbarian who raped women and plundered villages for loot. She'd definitely have to win him over with the whole 'world domination'
Sylar: thing, considering he cared nothing for destroying the entire world. Only those that stood between him and what he wanted, truly mattered in Sylar's eyes. He watched as she went charging into the bedroom, not even half as quick to
Sylar: follow her. He'd began to pull off his shirt when she brought up the damned sex store again, earning her an immediate glare. "Why didn't you just say that while we were out?" Giving a sigh, he dropped the hem. "We might as well go
Sylar: now, because If I get comfortable, I'm not leaving."
Elle: ::Please, the only reason why Gabriel may have had the control was because she let him. Elle is always in control, and would do anything to remain in control. "Well sure it's possible. Didn't you ever see Beauty and the Beast? I
Elle: 'm Belle and you're the Beast. He was all, 'Grrr, I'm gonna eat you,' in the beginning of the movie, but overtime he warmed up." That was a great example if she did say so herself. The barbarian thing wasn't exactly a bad idea, t
Elle: -hough she would completely fry him and the woman if he tried to touch any girl but her. He was hers and hers alone. Well maybe Gabriel was a little more sound in his views on killing than she was, considering he mostly had a purp
Elle: -ose (though sick) behind doing so. When he glared at her she gave that infamous "cat who ate the canary" grin, and brought a pillow up to her face so he wouldn't see her, blue eyes then coming to peek over the top. "Great! I'm g
Elle: -onna go get my coat!" Dashing out of the bedroom she went back by the door and grabbed her coat from off of the floor. "Hurry up slowpoke."
Sylar: Then they would just have to put that absurd theory to the test, one of these days. Maybe this expedition to the adult store would prove to be more useful than he had originally thought. "You're Belle? I don't think Belle went
Sylar: around vaporizing people to dust. And the Beast doesn't have a thing on me." He could see where she was going with it though, just wanted to give the girl a hard time. He wouldn't dream of touching another woman, Sylar honestly
Sylar: didn't have it in him. He had eyes for Elle, and only Elle. He barely even found himself attracted to anyone, these days. "Yeah…" he straghtened out his clothes and headed for the door, giving a silent groan of disapproval as they
Sylar: walked out. "I'm pretty sure I saw one down the block or so, we'll have to check that out."
Elle: "Well that's because Belle isn't as cool as I am, and I don't know… you and beast have a lot in common: eyebrows, hairy, anger management issues, tall, feral, psychotic, need I go on?" Giving her a hard time? Psh! He was really
Elle: just walking into something that he couldn't finish. "Oh and not to mention you both could use what we humans call a shower." Dashing off trying to put as much distance between them, she sprinted down the stairs laughing. It was
Elle: just so much fun picking on people, and pushing their buttons as far as they'd go. Maybe she should've just taken the elevator instead, even though she was a highly trained Company agent, she really didn't like doing all the runnin
Elle: -g and stuff, the blasting and killing was just so much better. That wasn't to say that she wasn't in tip top shape though.::
Sylar: What was…wrong with his eyebrows? Sylar slowly reached up to his forehead, wondering what Elle could have possibly been tlking about. So distracted with this, he almost didn't notice her running off until it was too late. His
Sylar: teeth set in a "feral" grimace, before he went stalking after her. She probably would have successfully made that great escape too. You know, if it wasn't for the fact that Elle suddenly found herself pushed forcefully into the wall
Sylar: , limbs splaying out until she was spread eagle on the white surface. With slow, deliberate steps, Sylar descended the rest of the wait down the stairs, until he was standing at the foot of them, scowl replaced with a smirk. "Last I
Sylar: recall, I had two showers. Of course, the second time you were the one who seemed to be..all wet." He pressed into her, teeth biting at her neck before he released one of those small currents of electricity that she was so fond of.
Sylar: When he pulled back, a single tendril arced between his lips and her skin, snapping off as he let her fall back to the floor. "Now hurry up, we're gonna be late." And then he was grinning, because suddenly a large jolt was sent
Sylar: charging towards Elle, before he disappeared out the exit door.
Elle: ::What was wrong with eyebrows? For one they were friggin huge, and that wasn't even an exaggerration. If he didn't know what she meant then he was fucking blind or in denial. While he was pondering that little insult, she was st
Elle: -ill busy speeding down the stairs when suddenly her body was roughly slammed up against the wall. She was so close to the exit too. His comment was brushed off with a roll of her blue eyes. "What's the matter? It seems like I actual
Elle: -ly struck a nerve. You should do better at watching that temper," she taunted. Admittedly that shower experience was one of if not the best ever, especially considering the fact that she was always extra paranoid when soaked in w
Elle: -ater. He attacked her neck, nibbling on the soft flesh. If she could, she would've wrapped her legs around him or something, pulling him closer. The electricity running through her excited, her and she couldn't help the moan tha
Elle: -t escaped. The intense moment was soon interrupted as she went falling to the floor, landing on her knees. "Fine…" she started dusting herself off, "I'm coming…" The electricity hit her before she had time to anticipate it,
Elle: she had no idea he was going to do that. Tingling sensations overtook her body, and she was throwing her back in pleasure. The floodgates were definitely opening. "You singed by outfit…" her coat was effectively ruined. Taking
Elle: all that she had in it out she threw it to the floor. "Wait for me!" Petite frame burst through the doors chasing after him, grabbing his hand. "Thanks to you I don't have a coat."
Sylar: He'd never put too much thought into his own personal appearance, aside from when she brought it to his attention. And even then, the words that fell from her mouth were usually ones of praise (or lust), so he didn't bother
Sylar: pondering or obsessing over his appearance. And seeing as she hadn't bothered to tell him this until trying to get under his skin, the man didn't pay it any further mind. He knew the effect that her electricity had on him, but he
Sylar: didn't imagine that she would get as turned on (if not moreso) by the treatment. Hm, yet another fact he would need to keep in mind for the future. He had slowed down some when she came burst out of the door, hand already
Sylar: anticipating her own. "We'll find you a new one. You have the dead idiot's money now, put it to some good use." Caleb really got fucked over in the end, didn't he? Killed by the hands of a man that had taken his girlfriend, the very
Sylar: same girlfriend who had now taken up residence in his house, as well as using all the money left in his bank account. "Here." He pulled the black coat he'd grabbed from his frame, draping it about her shoulders or helping her arms
Sylar: in should she need it. Seizing her hand once more, he lead her out into the street, trying to remember where that damn shop was.
Elle: ::In Elle's opinion Gabriel dressed pretty excellent as it was, except for that day they met for the second-first time in Vegas. That getup and that horrid trucker hat wasn't appealing at all. Of course she would be turned on, Ell
Elle: -e was addicted to her power, and used it for just about everything, even if it was a little intimate touching of herself here and there when he was in the other room or not around or something. During the period where they broke u
Elle: -p she really went wild with the fantasies, even so much as to delude herself into believing he was actually there making love to her. "I guess I should…" Usually her father provided her with anything she wanted, and he had an A
Elle: -merican Express black card, so there really wasn't any need to partake in Caleb's money other than for recreational purposes. When your dad is King Midas, you're pretty much set. "Thanks." She hugged the coat tighter on her body
Elle: wrapping her arms across her chest. It was a little… too large for her small frame but it did just the trick. It was like walking around in a blanket. "Do you even know where you're going?" He had what's her faces memory enhan
Elle: -cement thing, from what he told her that day in Vegas, he shouldn't have any issues. Not unless he truly didn't know, and was just acting like he did. For all she knew, they'd probably walk half way across the city until he actua
Elle: -lly spotted one and played it off like he knew where he was going the whole time. Men.::
Sylar: Well, they were in Las Vegas, it wasn't as though he were trying to wear some thousand dollar suit and stand out. Plus that hat had been the only thing concealing his identity at that point, he wasn't about to go around ripping it
Sylar: off and showing his face. He wasn't as addicted to his power as she was, not to the point where he used it for everyday applications. Of course, the idea of jacking himself off while adding a little jolt here or there…it was
Sylar: enough to make him hard on the spot. "You're welcome." Honestly, they should just throw all of his money into some kind of super account, earn up interest for a decade or so. Then again, when Bob died (yay!), he'd probably leave her
Sylar: a couple million dollars anyways, so there was no point. Damn, maybe it was worth it to keep the old bastard alive, after all. "Yes. I just needed to get my bearings for a second." He lead her down the street, where at the end, on
Sylar: the left, one of the buildings was blaring loudly with neon signs. "One guess as to which it is." The store was called "Their Toys", and actually looked pretty nice once you got past all of the raunchiness. There were entire aisles
Sylar: devoted to certain things. "Costumes…male masturbators…lubrications…BDSM play…wow."
Elle: ::Okay so maybe the tacky disguise was a good idea after all. And there was no need for him to jack himself off, especially when he had her at his disposal. Not unless that was something that guys just did regardless of who they w
Elle: -ere with. And finally he realized what Elle had been telling him the entire time. Keep Daddy alive and they are set for life. And to think he called himself smart. Yeah right. Though admittedly, Elle wanted him alive for more
Elle: reasons than measely cash. "What does that mean anyways? Bearings…" She contemplated it for a few seconds, before strugging. The loud music that was boomng from the place definitely pointed to the obvious. "Toys…" she jumped
Elle: up and down in place like a giddy little kid, ready to grab each and everything that appealed to her. It was so… colorful, so… alive! This place really seemed to have everything in here. "Ejaculating Dildo…" she said pickin
Elle: -g up the tan replica penis. "How does that work exactly?" Didn't there actually need to be a human being to do that. Civilization certainly has come a long way. Who needed boyfriends or girlfriends other than to just reproduce
Elle: anymore. Placing it down on the shelf, she skipped over to the BDSM section. "This is more my style…" grinning the picked up a whip and cracked it in the air. Then there was a box that caught her eye, the whip was neglected for
Elle: just a second. "Sling set… I wonder what this does?" Gabriel would probably know. Picking up the box, she ran over to him, it wasn't hard to spot him above she shelves given how tall he was. "Check this out."
Sylar: Well, only when she wasn't around, like when he had been left alone in a cell for god knows how long, all by his lonesome. Hopefully none of the men that were watching his cell were gay, because he had definitely given them a show.
Sylar: "Don't even worry about it." He said, to turn her away from the bearings. He knew a little about sex toys, enough to know that it was liable to get bad should Elle go over to the bondage section of the store. He was busy looking at
Sylar: the different kinds of lube, knowing damn well that they'd need some considering how hard it was to get inside of her tight hole. He'd picked up a wooden paddle with small, circular holes going down the center, spinning it in his
Sylar: palm as Elle rushed over. "Hm?" Glancing down at the box, he followed her path back to the aisle she'd been on before laughing to himself. "It's like..a harness. Connects to the ceiling, and then i strap you in tight and do
Sylar: whatever I want to you. Good for some kinky positions. Turn around for a second?" And if she didn't, he would spin her, followed by a heavy smack to her ass from the paddle. "Mmm. I'll take it."
Elle: ::They so didn't need any lube, she was perfectly capable of putting on the waterworks for herself. He was just too damn big for her, and when he did enter her it hurt like hell. "Oh… okay, we should get this." Looking at the b
Elle: -ox she got all sorts of wonderful ideas. "Hm? Okay." Turning around as he said, so she scrunched her face up in confusion. Was there a kick me sign or something on her back? The stinging of the paddle followed and she jumped up
Elle: . "OW!" Turning around swiftly, she sent a bolt into his chest. "Why'd you do that for!?" He really did have a lot of nerve. "My butt burns…" she winced, rubbing it with one hand. "Here." She shoved the sling into his chest
Elle: , "You carry it. I'm going to go get a cart." She didn't know why they didn't think to get one in the first place. Walking to the front of the store something caught her eye. "Anal beads…" She picked them up and examined them.v
blue|Elle: The toy was pink and seemed to be made out of some crystal of some sort, separated by a multitude of orbs, that got larger as you scaled down. "I guess we can use that." She tossed it in the cart.::Sylar: He was thinking moreso when he started fucking her in the ass, but okay. He would grab a bottle of edible oil, however, because he had certainly been excited when fucking her slick, wet body from the shower, and wanted to emulate
Sylar: the experience again. The bolt was well worth the look on her face when he'd smacked her, Sylar following after the girl and dumping everything into the cart she was now pushing around. Hm…what else could they use? He went ahead
Sylar: and grabbed the dildo she'd been messing with earlier…actually…he grabbed two of them, he had plans in store as well. "Nipple clamps?" He seized the box, shaking them in his hand before showing them off to Elle. "Seriously?" He
Sylar: placed them back on the shelf, that sounded like it would hurt way too much. Then again, he wouldn't let that shit anywhere near him, anyways. Walking behind her, Sylar found that he couldn't help himself. The atmosphere of
Sylar: this place was sexually charged, and he'd already been horny. Almost casually he pressed his bulge into her from behind, fingers moving to briefly squeeze her titty.
Elle: ::What plans could he possibly have in mind with two dildos? Hmm… "Wait! Bring that back!" She snatched the nipple clamps from off the shelf and grinned. "We so have to get these." Anything of the BDSM variety interested her
Elle: . Grabbing the whip from before she tossed it in the cart, she couldn't wait to make the big, bad serial killer her very own personal slave. "Handcuffs, we could use a pa—." He was pressing into her from behind, and instinctivel
Elle: -y she bent over the cart just a little bit, moaning softly. "Guess you couldn't wait to get to the bedroom, huh?" She loved it when he did stuff like this. Hips rocked back, pushing against him further. "Mmm… can't wait to ge
Elle: -t home." Oh the things they were going to do to one another. Placing the handcuffs inside, she walked off. They couldn't feel each other up right now, they were wasting valuable time. The faster they bought this shit, the fast
Elle: -er they could get home and use it.::
Sylar: He flashed her a skeptical look as she took the clamps back, already preparing himself for THAT particular battle. There was no way in hell she was using that on him, he couldn't imagine himself being turned on by the ordeal. The
Sylar: same went for the whip she'd decided to throw into the fray, though that was moreso beause he liked being in control. Plus…yeah, that shit probably hurt like a bitch. "Yeah…" His bulge pressed into her further, seeking out the
Sylar: heat of her pussy even through the barrier that was their clothing. He nipped at her ear, both hands squeezing at her breasts now as he spoke. "Next time…wear a skirt." Finally, he pulled himself away, visibly shaking as though
Sylar: that had been the hardest thing he'd ever done. "What else do we…' shiver. "Need?"
Elle: ::That was going to be a particular battle he was going to lose. She was going to make use of both the whip and the nipple clamps. He might not have been turned on but she certainly was going to be. Inflicting pain and discomfort
Elle: on others was a big turn on for her. She loved it so much. "Wear a skirt?" Was he serious? In this weather of all places? Did he want her to catch a cold or something. Talk about being unconcerned with her health. Jerk. "Uh.
Elle: .. I'm not entirely sure really. You know more about this stuff than I do. What's this thing?" She grabbed what seemed to be a harness that was to be attached to someone's head, with a red ball in the center of it. "I don't get
Elle: it…" she tilted her head this way and that way before tossing it away.::
Sylar: If that was the be the case, then payback was going to be a real bitch for Miss Elle Bishop. He might not have gotten such a hardon from actually inflicting pain, but he did from being dominating and in control. "I can't fuck you
Sylar: through your jeans, can I? Forget it, we'll just need to hurry up and get home." He was concerned with her health, it was just…he was horny, and it was the sexual predator in him talking right then. "That would be a…gag. You
Sylar: know when I put your panties in your mouth? Yeah, like that. Maybe I should get you a collar or something, lead you around like a dog." He grabbed the hem of some leather…skirt thing they were passing by, looking to Elle. "Look,
Sylar: you can fully live out your dominatrix fantasies now."
Elle: "But Gabriel… it's too cold for that!" She whined to him. She understood that he was horny, but the man needed to overcome that and use some common sense. Jeesh! He wasn't the only one who was horny, she couldn't wait to have
Elle: him or one of those toys inside of her. Hell she didn't care if it was by using her own fingers. The immense wave of pleasure would be greatly appreciated right about now. "Mhmm, what about it?" Glacing over at the ball gag she
Elle: nodded. "Well we don't really need that." That was just a waste of money, for that he could well… stuff her panties in her mouth. "A collar? No way, if anybody is the pet it's you," she send a painful string of electricity int
Elle: -o his chest to prove her point. Who the hell did he think he was? She was the commander and chief around this bitch; the head honcho; the overseer. "…Ugh, that's ugly." She wasn't going to wear that tacky little thing. She m
Elle: -uch preferred her gorgeous lingerie.::
Sylar: He didn't say that he wanted the ball gag, only answering her curiosity. He stumbled a bit when she stung him for the second time, his hand suddenly grabbing at the crotch of the pants she wore before a sudden jolt discharged from
Sylar: his palm, pussy assaulted by an array of pleasure-inducing sensations. "So deluded." He moved away, chuckling to himself at her utter disgust for the outfit in question. He loved the things she wore at home, so he wasn't so sure
Sylar: they even needed to explore this particular aisle. Another source of amusement were those…electro stimulator things he kept seeing. As if they needed something like that. "You just keep looking, I guess. I think we've gotten quite
Sylar: a bit to hold us over, for now." The place probably had a website, so they could always order things, too.
Elle: ::She was grabbed and electricity went coursing through her body, and she screamed out loud in pleasure in the store loving every moment of it. "Deluded… two can play that game." She herself grabbed his crotch, running a paralyz
Elle: -ing current through his body causing him to stay in that same position spasming a little, while simulatenously stimulating him. She had this whole tease and torture game down to a T, she's been doing shit shit for years. Well may
Elle (10:10:30 PM): -be not exactly. The electricity would begin to stimulate and excite the cells so much, that he would get harder than what he was, his dick would throb and twitch every now and then. "I can blow your dick off if I really wanted to…" she sang grinning sadistically, all sorts of gruesome ideas running through her head. "Don't fuck with me, Gabriel." And just like that she let him go and walked off continuing her search for more novelty items. "Actually I think I'm pretty much done here.?" Half of this
Elle (10:12:32 PM): stuff she didn't even know what it did, and she was so horny right now, she really didn't feel like trying to figure it out. Sashaying over to the counter purposely to entice Gabriel, she set the items on the desk, and stared at the female clerk, who was obviously a lesbian. "Hi!" Elle greeted cheerfully. "All this stuff please!" Hoisting the sling box on the counter, something caught her eye. "Oooh… portable stripper pole. Gabriel, put the stuff on the counter." Elle didn't know anything about wo
Elle (10:13:46 PM): -rking stripper poles, but dammit she was going to learn. She'd seen girls dancing on them in T.V and could only admire how sexy they look. Apparently they had classes for it too. Grabbing the box she ran back to the counter. "Back! Here!" She placed that box down to get rung up as well. "Can't wait."
Sylar (10:25:46 PM): God he hated her, sometimes. Damn near about to cum right there in the middle of the store, he could only watch helplessly as Elle bounced away, scowling in a mix of anger and lust (with a little bit of pain). He made his way up to the counter. As they were rung up, the girl went running off yet again, only to come back with "A stripper pole? Huh." He couldn't help but remember this one video he had scene of this woman doing a dance for her husband, only for the pole to break and her to go slamming on her ass,
Sylar (10:30:13 PM): or something like that. He didn't want something of that variation happening to Elle, because he'd be afraid that he would burst out laughing at the sight. He was still somewhat agitated, and as the lesbian woman looked down to find the price code for the pole, he slid his fingers against her crotch once more, firing an even stronger jolt as he worked his fingers against her heavily. His teeth sank into her neck, sucking on her skin, as he pinched one of her nipples through her shirt. Every single place of
Sylar (10:31:30 PM): contact would feel that startling electric current, as he ground into her from behind. The lady looked at them, looking away, before looking back a second time. "Uh…uh…." She rang off the price, startled a bit. It' wasn't the act that shocked her, it was the fact that they were doing it…right there. "Pay the lady, Elle." He said, not stopping in his sexual actions.
Elle (10:36:09 PM): ::It was nice to know that Gabriel finally knew where he stood now. She was the wolf and he was merely the sheep. He'd better get use to it. "Yup! A stripper pole. I thought you'd like it if I uh… put on a little show for you every now and then." For one that woman who was dancing in that video was fat as hell, which Elle of course wasn't. Two she had Lil Mynx, the best stripper pole brand in the game, there would be none of that cheap falling apart shit, or she was definitely suing and killiing
Elle (10:39:15 PM): afterwards. And if he laughed at her well… we all know how that's going to go. "OH GOD!!" She burst out in response to his daring touches. The woman looked up at them, but she just blushed and paid it no mind. "Gabriel sweetie… what did we say about waiting until we got home, hm?" She was trying to keep herself as composed as possible. Reaching in her Fendi bag, she pulled out the black card and gave it to the woman, who rung up their products immediately, handing Elle her card back. "I can't…
Elle (10:39:51 PM): wait till we get home…" she pulled away from him, making sure that he got the bags…and the two boxes. Too bad they didn't have a car, but he did have telekinesis so he should be fine.::
Sylar (4:15:03 PM): He didn't know about anything like that, he damn sure wasn't no damn sheep to her wolf. "Well, I will admit that the idea of it is pretty sexy. And…yes, a show is definitely in order." He ran his tongue over his lips, already imagining her swinging around in next to nothing. Well, hopefully she wouldn't go around attacking him should he ever laugh at her misfortune. "What was that?" He was grinning at her reaction to his touches, boldly looking back at the lady that was checking them out. Grabbing onto
Sylar (4:18:03 PM): the bags, he carried them easily with telekinesis, keeping the wait off of his arms so that he could walk easier. "You either? We have plenty of things to use now…you do know that I'm gonna pay you back for everything back in there, right?"
Elle (4:33:22 PM): "That is what I said," she answered with a grin. Whistling a little tune, she arched an eyebrow turning around to face him while walking backwards. "Pay me back for what? I didn't do anything," she innocently replied, a glint of mischief present in her eyes. When they got home things were going to be so amazing she just knew it. What exactly was it that he had in store for her? She needed know whether to be scared or extremely excited. Then again fear wasn't something she experienced often, maybe she
Elle (4:34:36 PM): was just extremely nervousness. The electricity inside of her was just crackling in excitement. "I CAN'T WAIT!" She let loose, jumping up and down excitedly.::
Sylar (4:39:13 PM): "You're a damn lie and you know it, Elle." He wasn't actually angry or anything, but she knew exactly how she had tortured him back in the store, though Sylar figured he had gotten her back just as good for the little stunt. The lesbian had certainly gotten a show out of it, that much was for damn sure. "Aren't you glad I brought it up?" Yeah, this was definitely one of his better ideas. He was looking at the various bags and boxes, creating a mental catalogue of everything they had purchased in the store.
Sylar (4:39:55 PM): A slow smirk came over his lips as he heard Elle's excited exclamation, gaze shifting slowly over to his girlfriend. "So…what do you want to use first, angel? Plenty of neat toys to choose from…" He was favoring the paddle, personally.
Elle (4:48:22 PM): ::Well, Elle was a very attractive girl, of course the lesbian got a little show out of it. "I guess you could say something like that." Of course she was excited, everything about Gabriel excited her, especially when he was being deliciously evil. It was funny how much him killing someone, mentally torturing them, and cutting their heads open could be attractive. She really was fucked up in the head. "I don't know… maybe you should set up the pole first, and I can change into something sexy!" She s
blue|Elle (4:48:51 PM): -aw plenty of strippers on T.V how hard could it be, Elle was fit herself, she should be able to handle all of the complicated upside down spins.::
Sylar (5:59:33 PM): She was an admittedly attractive woman, obviously. Though he had the feeling that the cashier had been moreso looking in his direction. Maybe that was one of his latent abilities, the power to turn out girls that had strayed away from men. And yes, she definitely had some…issues going on. Not that he minded, as he'd told her before, he could care less who Elle went around murdering. "Set up the pole?" He would have to take extra care to make sure it was properly 'installed', because if she did take a
Sylar (6:01:16 PM): spill because of a mistake on his part…that would be his ass. "Make sure you wear something that shows off your ass. I love to see it shake." He grinned, the door to the apartment building gliding open.
Elle (6:06:37 PM): ::Gabriel was a pretty hot guy, it wouldn't surprise her at all if the lesbian wanted to see what it was he had down below. Though she would've of course died. Would Gabriel even kill her she tried something? He was a man after all, for the most part though Elle knew he was faithful. "Yeah," He's the one with intuitive aptitude he should be able to set the metal device up perfectly. That was the perfect power for a handyman of sorts, and a watchmaker basically was a handyman if you think about it. If
Elle (6:08:46 PM): she were to fall because of his dumb mistake then… that was his ass. She was confident that he'd get it perfect though. Sauntering in the apartment she walked over to the room, "You set the pole up, and let me know when you're done, I'll be getting ready." She ran up the stairs quickly to make it to their room to get a headstart. Waiting for the elevator would be a waste of time, and it wasn't like there were many stairs to ascend. Turning the key in the door, she ran inside.::
Sylar (6:17:07 PM): He wouldn't blatantly kill the woman, considering he had that whole 'kill people that are in my way' policy. Plus, he knew that Elle would be more than willing to indulge in that particular vice. But even so, he had eyes only for his ellectric angel. Lesbian or not, he could honestly say that he had little to no attraction to anyone, anymore. That was just how much regard and esteem he held for the woman, in his mind. All it would take is a single glance at the individual parts that made up the stripped
Sylar (6:20:03 PM): pole, and he'd be able to assemble it easily enough. "What are you..?" He just smirked as she took off up the stairs, instead opting to take the elevator. After a few minutes he'd made it to their floor, Sylar heaving the various boxes and bags into their room and closing the door softly behind him. Everything was dumped into the living room, where he removed the stripper pole box from the rest of the parcels and began to take everything out. The pole was inserted into slots, the metal bases of which would
Sylar (6:21:31 PM): need to be drilled into the floor. Hm, he didn't have a power drill, or even a screwdriver….Combining two of his abilities, he sent the screws whirring swiftly into the slots, until the pole was in place. "Ready when you are…" he called into the other room, Sylar settling in on the couch in wait.
Elle (6:39:44 PM): ::She ran inside the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. That wouldn't necessarily keep him out, but it would at least make it a bit easier to detect if he was trying to give a sneak peak or not. Clothes were instantly tossed off, his coat and her shoes instantly being tossed to the floor. Wiggling out of her jeans, she took off that miraculous gilet, and threw it on the bed. The current lingerie she was wearing which consisted of a basic white bra and matching panties would not do at all.
Elle (6:42:55 PM): Taking those off, she ran over to the closet, searching through the small little stand there, searching through the drawers like a mad woman. What was she going to put on? She really had no idea, but she'd have to think of something. Suddenly she knew just what it was she was going to put on. Perfect. Opening the door, she stuck her head out to make sure the coast was clear. "I'm coming out now…" Swinging those hips of hers, she made her way down the hall, her long blonde hair spilling down her back
Elle (6:47:37 PM): . "So how do I look?" She popped one hip to the side, one hand behind her head, flipping her hair to one side. She was wearing a white demi bra with pink lace her nipples barely concealed with panties to match. A white garter belt was attached to blue and white stockings, giving the appearence of a miniature skirt. Sparkly blue pumps were attached to her small feet, as she glaced over at the pole waltzing up to it. Grabbing it with her hand she let her body fall, as she spun to the floor and picked it
Elle (6:47:39 PM): back up.::
Sylar (7:12:20 PM): He was tempted to have a look, see what he was going to be working with. But he figured that whatever surprising outfit that Elle had in store for him would definitely be worth the wait. So, instead of getting up to maybe peer through the crack in the door (damn, there wasn't one, she had closed it behind her). Or something along those lines, he'd just brace his arms along the back of the couch, the iconic position of a man about to get a lewd show. Was he supposed to dress up…or down, rather? Eh, she
Sylar (7:14:15 PM): could strip him down if that was the case, he didn't want to ruin the chance of getting distracted with getting undressed and miss her initial entrance. And god, what an entrance it was. When Elle emerged from the bedroom, Sylar's cock began to swell instantly, visible bulge forming and tenting in his pants. He'd positioned the pole close to where he was, then, so she was almost literally right between his legs. Watching as she spun around in that sexy outfit, the man found himself humping the air once,
Sylar (7:14:26 PM): before trying to get himself under control. "You are the fucking sexiest…"
Elle (7:56:49 PM): ::Given that bulge in his pants it didn't take a dummy to realize just how turned on he was, this instantly brought her some sense of gratification. "You think so?" She coyly responded, slender hands still gripping that pole as she swung her body about, blonde hair flailing behind her. She knew the answer to her question but she just wanted to hear him say it again. Gripping the metallic object, she climbed up all the way to the top, putting that Company Girl strength to use. Once her head was touching
Elle (7:59:16 PM): the ceiling she spread her legs open widely, the pole making contact with her core as she slid down slowly, landing into a split. "So Eyebrows, how was that?" She spun around, her back facing him, arms behind her head gripping the pole from above as she crouched down, arching her back and bouncing. Slowly bringing it back up again, she spread her legs some bending forward in his face. The pole was pressed inbetween her ass cheeks as she wiggled it around for him.::
Sylar (8:52:34 PM): Definitely not, he didn't know how she managed to keep finding new ways to turn him on, but swinging on the pole was certainly doing the trick. He shifted slightly in his seat, unable to do much more than just slowly nod his head as to her question. His mouth was unreasonably dry, and Sylar was in desperate need of a glass of water…though if he played his cards right, Elle might have plenty for him to drink. Finally, he managed to coax enough saliva to speak, swallowing twice before going on. "Fucking…
Sylar (8:54:30 PM): god I want you." He wanted to be that pole so fucking bad, watching as she ground against it and squeezing his thighs around his length in protest. He wanted to reach out and…oh he was going to cum on himself, he knew it. He wanted that to be his dick between her ass cheeks, and before he knew it, Sylar was stroking himself through his pants. "Elle…"
Elle (9:03:36 PM): "How badly do you want me?" She teased, dropping back down and snaking her torso back up. Straddling the pole, she held on with only her legs, twirling down to the ground. "Yes, Gabriel?" Right now she just held so much power, she could keep the mood alive or kill it with a single whim and she loved it! Pink tongue came out as she made a long swipe along the pole, grinning at him, licking her lips seductively. Moaning, she lifted her arms up above her head, ruffling her hair some, and letting it fall
Elle (9:08:31 PM): back down. "Mmm…" she laid against the cleared coffee table, throwing her head back over the side, one knee bent as she arched her back. Turning around, she stood on her hands and knees shaking her ass at him.::
Sylar (9:18:31 PM): "So bad…you have no idea." He moaned out, watching as she bounced up and down the pole as though she'd been doing it her entire life. He tried to endure, tried to show Elle that he at least maintained some semibalance of control…but it was honestly a losing battle. He ripped off his pants, letting them fall to his ankles before freeing his cock from the restraining boxers. Instantly, one hand…no…BOTH hands seizing the pulsing, massive phallus, pumping up and down as he growled in pent up sexual
Sylar (9:19:16 PM): frustration. He wanted to go over and fuck her as she bent over the table, but…he needed to…oh god. "fucking..baby…"
Elle (9:26:58 PM): ::Getting off of the table, she bent down in front of his face, and slowly brought her torso back up, back arching. Turning around, she squatted down before him clutching the huge dick in one hand, fingers not even able to wrap around it. She pumped it slowly three times before letting her tongue dart out licking from the base all the way to the tip. "Hm? I'm not so sure I understood what you said?" Baby? Since when did Mr. Psycho Killer start getting… well… caught up to modern times? No matter.
Elle (9:28:46 PM): She pumped it two more times, wrapping her lips around the head as best she could, tongue swirling around it, before lifting up. "Alright, I'm done let's go to bed." And just like that she stood up and walked around the corner, heading towards the bedroom trying not to burst out laughing. God, she loved toying with him.::
Sylar (9:36:23 PM): He was nodding his head, even though she hadn't even asked him a question this time around. "Please…" he pleaded, fully expecting her to finally relieve him of this sweet agony. "Ohhhh god." He cried out, head thrusting back against the couch as she licked and pumped at his dick. "Yes…oh I'm gonna cum in you-" But before he could even get into their usual sexual banter, she was stopping and walking away, apparently fully intending to leave him in utter agony. He was stunned…but only for a moment.
Sylar (9:38:43 PM): She'd find herself sliding backwards, until she lightly hit the stripper pole. The handcuffs they had purchased came flying, the chain catching around the pole as either cuff locked around her wrists. Sylar, who'd damn near been in tears from the lack of release, was now pressed into her from behind, forcing her against the cold steel of the pole. His dick was squeezed between her ass cheeks, just like he'd been wishing for earlier. "Now…whose in control?"
Elle (9:43:15 PM): ::Telekinetic force overwhelmed her and she found herself going back against that stripper pole, cuffs restraining her to the contraption. Eyes closed tightly as she enjoyed the feeling of his dick between her ass cheeks. There was a major difference between the pole, and the fleshy rod as it made contact with her skin. She could feel the heat radiating off of his member. "I'm not sure." She answered with a girlish laugh, rubbing her ass against his dick more, squealing happily. Did he really believe
Elle (9:44:13 PM): she couldn't break out of these flimsy ass cuffs? Well not with strength alone, but who needed strength when you were Electro Girl. However, that wasn't somthing she wanted to do, especially after just getting them today. "What are you going to do me?"
Sylar (9:49:51 PM): "I'll show you." And was it really a good idea to use electricity on metal cuffs? It wasn't like they had gotten some raggedy ass plastic ones. Not to mention with his ability, he could hold them together easily enough. The full bottle of chocolate-flavored oil was summoned to his awaiting hand, the top popped off. He didn't bother trying to restrain his sausage, placing the tip directly against her stomach and squeezing the bottle. Elle would feel a flood of liquid pooling down her stomach, washing over her
Sylar (9:51:21 PM): pussy. It was cool to the touch, before the warming sensation activated and began to caress her body. His hand rubbed it in, smearing it over her tummy and sliding two fingers immediately into her pussy, working it into the crevice. Dick still clutched between her ass cheeks, he committed the same action to her back, cock sliding back and forth easily now as he "ass fucked" her
Elle (9:59:15 PM): "O-okay…" Hmm… though metal did conduct electricity it wouldn't shock her back or anything, like how it did with water. Though it probably wouldn't be a good idea, especially with the stripper pole being made of metal and connected to the floor and ceiling. If a spark was to travel along it, it had the potential to blow out the power in the apartment as well as the rooms above and below them. She shivered a bit when the cool oil made contact with her stomach, and she stared up at him with a rounded
Elle (10:05:08 PM): mouth in curiosity as he applied it. "It's getting warmer." It felt so good. She closed her eyes throwing her head back against the pole. "Ow… I sparked myself…" she said intaking a sharp breath, before relaxing again. His fingers sunk into her, and she moaned, a hint of a smile on her face. "Still can't get over how good with your fingers you are." His dick was pumping between her ass cheeks, she could hear as it slid back and forth thanks to the assistance of the oil.::
Sylar (10:17:39 PM): "Stupid." He grinned, biting down on her ear as he continued to work the lubricant into the crack of her ass with his cock, dick sloshing back and forth. He was smacking her cheeks playully, watching as they jiggled around his member. Pulling away, one of his fingers began to slowly enter her asshole, pumping back and forth when he finally managed to get it in all of the way. His other digits were still working her pussy, forcing in as many fingers as she could possibly take, as Sylar mentally forced Elle's
Sylar (10:18:06 PM): head to the side. His teeth bit at her neck, nibbled on her lips, before he was mashing their tiers together in a rough kiss.
Elle (12:14:48 AM): ::The feeling of his hot breathe on her ear and nibbling teeth sent her over the edge and she felt herself moaning out instantly. "…I'm not stupid… prick." The energy to argue with him wasn't there. His probing fingers were invading her asshole and she involuntarily clenched up making entrace harder. Eventually though he managed to get them inside of her which really wasn't of any surprise considering what his former trade use to be. Excellent fingers indeed. Head tilted, blong, blonde hair cascaded
Elle (12:16:53 AM): down, his teeth sinking into her ever sensitive neck, as sparks of arousal nipped at him. In a fit of passion he suddenly shifted gears, those lips of his roughly mashed up against her, as she whimpered. Right leg came up brushing against her left as her knee bent in an angle, her arm coming back as her hand wrapped around the back of his neck pulling him in more.::
Sylar (12:26:25 AM): Sparks of electricity flowed from his fingers, the current assaulting her pussy lips as pleasurable sensations followed his digits within her walls. He teased his thumb in slow circles around her wet, swollen clit, pushing back the fold of skin that narrowly hid her button as he ground down hard with his finger. There was a crackling from inside his mouth as another current zapped against their lips, a thin tendril of blow extending everytime they pulled out of a kiss. He could feel her juices running down
Sylar (12:28:22 AM): their legs, as he continued to work his finger inside of her asshole, twisting it round the well-lubricated cavity. Pulling back, his cock slipped from her cheeks and was now nestled firmly between her legs, fingers focusing their attention solely on her clit as her pussy lips parted, sliding back and forth along the length of his dick as he pumped his hips slowly, groaning against her neck and ino her ear softly. His cock was glistening, oil and juices mixing together as it glided against her pussy.
Elle (12:35:54 AM): ::The feeling of electricity coursing through her was just the best there was nothing in the world that beat the feeling. Perhaps that was why she was always full of life and energy no matter the situation. Shivering as his thumb played with her sensitve button she giggled lightly enjoying the feeling. "Mmm," she moaned into his mouth sensually body relaxing against his. He was like her missing puzzle piece, they fit together so perfectly it was almost mind blowing at times. Sphincter muscles clenched
Elle (12:37:26 AM): around his fingers keeping him there. That huge dick that she's grown to love felt amazing, and she squealed childishly as she felt it brush against her clit. "Fuck me…" it was unclear of whether or not this was a request or an order, but the sharp electric current that followed definitely suggested that it was an order.::
Sylar (12:46:20 AM): Sylar couldn't help but give a bark of laughter, the hand that had been caressing her so lovingly now wrapping up in her hair, yanking her head back so that her throat was fully exposed. "Whose giving the orders, again?" The chain around the stripper pole began to slide down, Elle forced to kneel with it until she was standing on her knees. He continued to keep her blonde locks in his grasp, pulling every so often as he got into position before her. In a shock, she'd feel that heavy phallus slapping across
Sylar (12:47:11 AM): her mouth and striking her cheek, throbbing cock searing her like a hot brand. Free hand squeezed her cheeks, making her mouth form a tiny o that made just the perfect slot for the tip of his dick, which of course he placed with a smile. "Get to work."
Elle (12:58:53 AM): ::Intaking air sharply as he pulled on her hair, she gave the playful grin that she was oh so known for. A multitude of ideas forming in her mind. She needed to teach him a lesson, show him that you couldn't tame the untamable. Down on her knees, she noticed she didn't have much mobility especially with him yanking on her hair. That thick meat of his slapped her across the mouth, as his large hands roughly gripped her cheeks and despite her resistance he slipped the head of his dick in, silencing any po
Elle (1:00:40 AM): -tential protests that she would've made. If she could she'd smile, but instead she just looked up at him with big blue eyes. Suddenly he'd feel his dick begin to tingle, twitch even as she held it fast between her lips. And suddenly the pain would start to ensue as she zapped his instrument. "Mmmm…." she moaned acting as if nothing was wrong as she bobbed her head up and down as best as she could given his length and girth.::
Sylar (2:06:05 AM): He recognized that grin, and was instantly distrusting of it. He stifled a moan with a confused yelp of pain, staring down at Elle as she sucked on his dick, acting as though nothing was wrong. Was that how she wanted to do things? Fine then, two could play that game. There was a commotion from behind the duo, stemming in the direction of the various boxes and bags that they had brought up. He was blocking her view, however, giving another yank of her hair in a final warning if she didn't stop with her
Sylar (2:07:49 AM): attempts to dominate. If Elle refused to heed his words, she'd be in for a rude awakening a moment later. Something thick, hard, and ribbed began to push its way inside of her pussy, the texture much different than Sylar's own fleshy rod. Almost instantly she'd feel a deep vibration, as the beads inside the dildo began to twist and spin inside of her pussy. There was another pressure, noticably smaller in size, pushing into her asshole at a more forgiving rate, as Sylar forced the back of her head forward
Sylar (2:08:16 AM): to make her stretch her mouth wider over his cock. "Mmmm…." He said, mocking her from before.
Elle (2:16:26 AM): ::Gabriel may have been dominant but so was she, she loved having control. Knowing the fact that she had dominion over him so pleasing, almost as pleasing as hurting him. He tugged on her hair again and she increased the voltage, his member redding, any more and burns would begin to form, and he was no Claire, so he'd better think twice with whatever it was he had in mind. Something was suddenly ramming into her and the dick popped out of her mouth as she gave a little striek looking down at the ground.
Elle (2:18:54 AM): "Ow! Ga-Gabriel…" That fucking bastard. How dare he take advantage of her tightness by doing such a thing. "Mmm…." She wanted more of it, arms wrapping around his legs to brace herself. The one that entered into her ass was easier to take because of his probing fingers before. She went back to sucking on him, eyes looking upwards at him. Bastard.::
Sylar (2:34:33 AM): He wasn't so sure how much more of the pain he could take, to be honest. He was going to have some serious burns if she didn't cut that shit out. Luckily, the two dildos forcing themselves into her orifices seemed to do the trick of distracting her. A slow grin of pleasure and satisfaction crossing Sylar's lips as he watched her moan out with lust lacing her voice. He eased up a little on the yanking of her hair, instead stroking the side of her face and coaxing her to suck on his cock. He reached down for
Sylar (2:36:31 AM): one of the hands wrapped around his leg, bringing her fingers to encompass his shaft and making her pump up and down. The dildo in her ass had buried itself a few inches now, and without warning began to violently rumble, vibrations even stronger than the one in her pussy. The beads still rotated in her dripping snatch, clit stimulater shocking her clit over and over again, devices glistening with her juices and dripping down to the floor. He was changing the pace continously, fucking her mouth lovingly as
Sylar (2:36:54 AM): the dildo in her pussy rammed continously into her, the one in her rear hole somewhere in-between
Elle (2:46:34 AM): ::He won this little round, she was way to busy enjoying the delighful sensations to really care. It was something about the thought of him hurting her that turned her on even more. Even though they were evolved humans she wanted sex in its most primal of forms: rough, loud, and nasty. She wasn't going to hold anything back. That grin melted her heart, sending a wave of fluttery feelings coursing through her, and even though they've done stuff like this before she couldn't help but blush and turn her ey
Elle (2:49:01 AM): -es away for just a second. Everything just seemed surreal at times. Like out of all the people in the world, she was the one who had the infamous serial killer in her bed, blowing her back out consistently. Noisily sucking on him, saliva dripping from the area where her lower lips met his cock, she jacked him just as he wished moaning as she did so. Multiple vibrations tore through her frame causing her to whimper out loud, ass cheeks clinched tightly around the dildo sparking it, shutting it off. Look
Elle (2:50:34 AM): -s like she blew out their first toy already. "Mmmm…" she was rubbing her hands across his stomach, fingers grazing over that treasure trail. Her jaw was extremely soar from all of the sucking taking place.::
Sylar (3:04:05 AM): How could she still be embarassed, after how many times they'd found themselves in a situation like this? Still, it was cute, he loved when she got that little flush in her cheeks, it made her that much more adorable. He heard the second vibration suddenly give out, and knew that Elle had just destroyed one of their brand new toys. With a wet slurp, the slightly thicker one in her pussy slid out, eagerly sliding into her asshole with a wet noise and continuing where it's unfortunate partner left off. Sylar
Sylar (3:06:31 AM): dragged Elle to her feet, standing behind her as his cock slid inbetween her legs once more. With a thick, glurping sound the dildo slid all the way into her dirty little hole, ignoring her protests as it remained buried all the way inside the girl. He had her bent over, hands grabbing greedily at her tits and squeezing as the man threw his hips back, before slamming that fat, throbbing cock between her pussy lips. It was still wet with the oil and saliva from her spitshine, fucking her roughly whether or
Sylar (3:07:25 AM): not she could handle it. With a roar he pulled out, before crashing back into her sloppy, gushing mess, fat cockhead ripping her in half as his ball sack slammed into her clit, glistening asscheeks clapping back into his hips.
Elle (3:31:17 AM): ::She was really getting the rough treatment tonight wasn't she? She was blushing because of what they were doing, it was just the intimacy of it all, being close to someone. Someone so special, to her anyways. Grunting as the broken dildo was suddenly removed from her, that tight hole opened and closed, aching for something to take it's place. It just so happens that, that something was the dildo currently lodged within her pussy. "Gabriel…" Now she wanted something in her center again, shifting and
Elle (3:36:33 AM): groaning as that dildo buried itself all the way inside of her. The things a man can do with telekinesis. Hitched up to her feet, she couldn't really go anywhere still handcuffed to the pole. That monster of a cock could be felt plunging into her, that very cock that made her excited yet nervous at the same time. Her hands came to rest over his as she grabbed her breast, moaning out his name repeatedly as he pounded into her. Legs felt like they could give away at any moment. She was squealing and shif
Elle (3:37:18 AM): -ting both from pain and pleasure but didn't want it to stop. She was finally learning to take it. "Gabriel… Harder!" She commanded, features contorted in pleasure.::
Sylar (11:51:06 PM): He was tired of holding back with her. He'd fuck her until she was raw and bleeding, and by the time he was done? Elle would still be begging for more, whether or not there were tears running down her face to accompany her pleas. "Shut the fuck up. I don't need instructions on how to properly fuck a slut!" He growled out menacingly, though her cries had made his cock even harder inside of that nasty pussy. The handcuffs were temporarily undone, though the metal fused with that of the pole to hold them in
Sylar (11:52:51 PM): place. His fingers had wrapped around her wrist, holding her arms straight back at full length as he pulled himself forward, slamming that thick, veiny shaft into her pussy relentlessly, pushing forwards with his hips and bumping her off of his shaft, before yanking her violently back onto it. The dildo was still writhing inside of her asshole, alternating thrusts with the man and making sure one of her holes was filled up with a fat dick at all times. The broken dildo had stuffed itself into her mouth, so
Sylar (11:54:26 PM): she could taste the combination of pussy juice and flavored oil, taste the fruits of her labor. "Getting filled up like a fucking whore. You like being double stuffed like a fucking oreo?" He said this with a particularly violent thrust, this time sinking his cock in at the same time as the dildo, trying to rip Elle in half with his meaty dick alone.
Elle (12:01:05 AM): ::When he called her a slut she didn't know whether she should be turned on by his dominance or insulted. Instead she just opted to stay quiet enjoying the miraculously, painful sensation being unleashed upon her. He was really giving her everything he had. She gripped onto the pole tightly trying to brace herself as best she could, squealing and grunting. She had half a mind to try and get away from him, sending his body coursing with electricity but that would only make things worse for her in the lon
Elle (12:03:52 AM): -g run. Wrists were restrained in his grasp as he continued to slide in and out of her, her tight walls bringing him the best pleasure of his psychotic existence. The waterworks came but not because it was painful, the orgasmic sensations just felt so amazing and there was nothing she could do about it; she was trapped. "Gabri-" His name was cut short as the dildo flew into her mouth, and she could taste everything on it's surface: her own juices, oil, and so much more. Moaning out she just decided to
Elle (12:05:27 AM): lose herself. Let go off that tiny ounce of control she had over her powers, the electricity freely coming out, light bulbs all over the apartment building smashing. Their own room was no better as the sockets sparked. If Daddy got wind of this he would surely be mad but who gave a fuck about Daddy when you were getting your pussy blown out.::
Sylar (12:11:41 AM): His eyeslids flickered open for a moment at the sound of shattering glass, grin sliding over his lips as he tutted his tongue. "Tsk tsk, Daddy Bishop wouldn't be too happy to hear you caused a blackout. But that doesn't matter, really." He picked her up, holding Elle from behind and letting her legs fall over his arms. One hand pinched her nipples roughly, the other slapping her clit, as his bit down harshly on the girl's ear. "I'm your fucking daddy now. And daddy wants to beat that pussy up." He drilled
Sylar (12:19:18 AM): his cock inside of her, fucking Elle so roughly and so fast that the slapping that was their bodies meeting had become just one continuing sound of sexy, wet passion. There was a literal splash of her juices every time his cock plunged between her dripping, sloppy lips, his fingers tugging and squeezing her sensitive little clit. "Don't you want to cum all over this dick? Squeeze my fucking cock and make me shoot my seed all inside, hm? Mmm, I'm gonna fucking get you pregnant, Elle. Fill your womb full of
Sylar (12:19:28 AM): hot, sticky cum and make you have my fucking baby."
Elle (12:25:59 AM): ::Again he was lifting her up and pinching her nipples and making her squeak out, the dildo had long been removed from her mouth, she had just about enough of it. If anything she'd rather suck his dick instead. "Ow!" She said in actual pain, there was no pleasure involved in that as he bit her here. She didn't like it when he hurt her, not unless of course they were fucking. Well they were but there was no pleasure attached to that. What he was saying about being her daddy she really didn't get
Elle (12:29:41 AM): but decided to nod her head and agree anyways so it wouldn't seem like she hadn't a clue. She wanted to cum so badly and boy was she close. "Yeah, god Gabriel I want you to… what?" Have his baby, what the fuck was he talking about? Then that's when it hit her, babies were a result of people doing the nasty. "NO!" Panic overwhelmed her and she started pushing him away from her as best she could, but he was far too strong so she settled with blasting him with electric current.::
Sylar (12:38:43 AM): He liked inflicting pain on her, the same as she did on him, grinning wildly when she began to panic and struggled against his overwhelming strength. When she began trying to shock him, the current only made him hold on that much more tightly to Elle, before he retaliated with his own electric attack. Everytime his cock plunged into that heavenly, dripping, cummy hole, sparks shot out like some sort of miniature thunderstorm, which was actually fitting seeing as her juices were flowing like a monsoon in
Sylar (12:42:10 AM): Africa. "Ohhhhh shit, I'm gonna cum, ready to have my fucking kid?" He burst out laughing, slamming his cock into her core one more time before a splatter of cum came bursting from the tip, Elle easily able to feel those shots of sticky white goo covering her walls and indeed pouring straight into the depths of her womb.
Elle (12:46:57 AM): "Gabriel! No!" She was still pushing away from him, but that electric current did the very thing that she didn't want to happen. Still though she had to admit that this felt very, very nice. He was shocking her back, and she gasped out in pleasure, an involuntary smile and a yell of delight coming from her. She came right then and there her walls clamping down on him, and juices flowing out of her. "Mmmm. God." He was fucking the living hell out of her, subjugating her to his twisted dominion and she
Elle (12:50:08 AM): loved it. Mostly. "NO! DON'T!" She wanted him to pull out or something, but all he did was laugh as he greedily, came inside of her. Her insides were being filled up and her resistance immediately diminished as her body went slack, and she laid her head down on his shoulder, burying her face into his neck. It was like him cumming inside of her had a calming effect of sorts. Blue eyes were closed shut as she just breathed against him, chest rising and falling against his. "Gabriel…"
Sylar (1:09:20 AM): He was getting such a turn on from her fighting against him, forcing him back (or at least attempting to) only for him to take what the fuck he wanted. "I knew you wanted it." He grinned as well, before making a brief "O" and groaning out in loving passion. His dick was twitching wildly when she started screaming out, before he exploded inside of Elle and forced that stream of cum inside of her body. When he was finally done he pulled his cock out so that some could drip down to the floor, wanting to hear
Sylar (1:10:34 AM): that splatter as it hit the ground before sliding his dick back in, groaning as he slid back in. He fell back until they hit the couch, holding her to his body as he breathed happy. "..H..Hm?"
Elle (1:15:55 AM): "I don't wanna want it." She pouted panting. God it felt so good to have him filling her up, maybe it was just a natural instinct to want every part of him, or some shit that they'd say on Discovery. He was the one into that shit, not her. She could hear the cum dripping from his dick and hitting the ground, and she just got a fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach, when she stared down at it, only to see it sink back within her. "No…" Her mind was still on the whole pregnancy thing and she didn
Elle (1:18:45 AM): 't want it back inside of her, but she couldn't help but give into it. Self control was definitely something she needed to work on. He looked so happy and content as he held her close to him on the couch that she dreaded what she was going to say. "I… don't want to have your kid." She never felt dirty before in her life, but now she was starting too. Images of fat rolls, double chins, flabby stomachs and stretch marks floated around in her head, and she cringed.::
Sylar (1:24:15 AM): "Eh?" He'd only half been paying attention to her, too focused on the feeling of his dick slowly moving in and out as he rocked his hips. His hands eagerly explored her body, touch feather-light as he caressed every inch of her skin tenderly. He was just enjoying the afterglow, not to mention the feeling of being buried inside of her. "What are you talking about? Oh…I wasn't actually trying to get you pregnant. Not really, anyways. It's not like its something I can control. I was just saying all that
Sylar (1:25:09 AM): because it turned me on." He spread her legs wide, stiffening his fingers before giving such a sharp smack to her clit that it made a cracking noise. "You worry too much. And you will have my child. One way or another."
Elle (1:39:27 AM): ::She was moaning as he rocked his hips, dick going in and out of her. His hands roaming her body further relaxed her, as her lips broke out into a smile as she stared into his eyes. "Oh I see…" She was still a little frightened at the possibility of having a snot nosed kid running around, especially one that she had to tend to. Ugh. She moaned out as he smacked her clit, another orgasm seemingly on the horizon. The cum that he'd already shot into her was leaking out now, still warm from being insid
Elle (1:40:27 AM): -e of her. "No I'm not!" She said defiantly. These little fantasies of a happy home and a family he had in his mind needed to be extinguished now. She didn't mind if it was just them, but there wasn't going to be a third running around.::
Sylar (1:50:25 AM): "You'll do what I fucking tell you." He telekinetically lifted her up off of his cock, holding her there for a moment as the dildo that had been in her ass finally slid out of place. Her ass cheeks were spread side, held wide open before she came slowly falling back down, dirty rear hole impaled by his gleaming, awaiting staff, plunging into her body more swiftly than any blade. Before she even had time to realize what was going on, he began bouncing her up and down in his lap swiftly, growling out wildly
Sylar (1:51:27 AM): as her tight anal muscles squeezed at his cock. He gripped the dildo with two hands, stabbing it into her pussy as he bucked up into her, body rocking forwards and backwards as he fucked the shit out of Elle, biting down on her shoulder fiercely as an electric current blasted through her asshole.
Elle (1:55:43 AM): "Who the fuck died and made you boss?" Dildo was removed from her asshole and she moaned out at the feeling, when things were pulling out it felt way better than when he stuffed it inside of her. However his dick was kind of bigger than the dildo and she screamed out as he stuffed it into her like it was nothing. Falling forward on his chest, she tried to focus away the pain but that just wasn't working. Her eyes were a mix of pain and hatred as she stared up at him, as they watered. Did he think he co
Elle (1:58:07 AM): -uld tell her what to do and talk to her any way he wanted? His electric attack didn't really phase her at all other than to cause her to moan outloud again. Time to teach him a little lesson. Placing both of her hands on her chest, she pumped his heart with enough electricity to stop it completely, effectively killing him. She knew how much the human body could take. Getting off of him, she moaned as that dick slid out of her. Once more her small hands would find his chest, current filling him up aga
Elle (1:58:44 AM): -in as his heart restarted, and just like that she walked off into the bedroom slamming the door behind her. Who said he had all the control her. Elle Bishop was the one who stopped and started the show.::
Sylar (2:07:49 AM): And just like that…Sylar was dead. He hadn't even been able to see it coming, instead his demise was effective immediately. Then she brought him back to life basically, and left him lying there stunned as she went storming off into the bed room. He…what the fuck had just happened? His jaw clenched in anger, the door slamming open and Elle finding herself dragged backwards across the room, only to be pressed face-first against the wall nearest them. He was there instantly, cock pressing back into her
Sylar (2:08:56 AM): asshole and forcefully making its way inside as he turned her face slightly, pressing a bruising kiss against her lips. He sent a high voltage blast of electricity coursing through her, seeing as the last one had little effect, as he violently fucked her dirty little asshole. "Did I fucking say you could walk away from me? Now take this dick like a good girl."
Elle (2:13:53 AM): ::She wanted some alone time, to sit down and think about everything that happened. She was sick of people wanting to control her, her father, Caleb. She sure as hell wasn't going to let Gabriel take the control away that she'd finally gained after severing the blind connection she had with her father. Sure enough the beast came storming in the room and he didn't look none too happy, well neither did she. He was abusing her basically, that was the only thing that desribed him slamming her face against t
Elle (2:17:43 AM): -he wall. Moving about and whimpering as he fucked her tight asshole, she rocked back against him. Just because she was mad at him, didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it after all. Kissing him full of passion, anger, love, and everything inbetween she bit his lower lip roughly breaking the skin and jolting him painfully for good measure. "So what? Am I suppose to jump when you say jump now?" At this point it was hard to tell if they wanted to hurt each other or fuck.::
Sylar (2:46:24 AM): He moaned eagerly into her mouth, tongue wrestling with hers as her lips began pinned in-between his own. The savage bite to his lip came as a surprise, the painful jolt causing him to make a strange yelp, though it wasn't exactly an unpleasant one. "No, you're not supposed to do that." His fingers curled around the entirety her pussy, crushing her sensitive, pouty lips underneath his palm and grinding down against her clit. Two fingers slid inside and angled upwards, hooking underneath the bone of her
Sylar (2:56:39 AM): pelvis and slightly pulling. "You're supposed to ask how high. And when I tell you to jump, I want it to be on my fucking dick." He pounded into her asshole without regard, fucking her violently as his hips continued to smack into her cheeks, clapping back against him and still shining from the oil. He zapped her back just painfully, though she obviously liked it, or at least she had. "I don't want to control you, really. I just want you to be my cum slut. What's wrong with that?"
Elle (3:09:32 AM): "Well Gabey, I haven't been one to follow the rules." Please, the only one who may have ran Elle Bishop was Bob Bishop, Gabriel was dreaming if he thought he'd have just as much success or more. She lifted her leg up knee pressing against the wall so she could enjoy the sensations from a different angle. Fingers slid into her wet slopping mess, and she could hear them swirling around noisly amonst her juices and his cum. "Go to hell." She grunted closing her eyes as that dick was going into her. For s
Elle (3:12:57 AM): -omeone so smart you would think he'd realize that the jolts weren't hurting her because she wasn't doused in water, to her they felt like little tingles that felt amazing when hitting certain areas. "What's wrong with that?" It was time to show him why girls were the ones in control, these legs were going to be spread because she wanted them to, not him. Sending him another current through her back, his body would spasm out of control the cells in his body confused, and by the time the electricity stopped
Elle (3:16:10 AM): he'd find himself dropping down to the floor. "If anyone is the slut here Gabriel, it's you. A dog shouldn't give its master orders." A smirk appeared on those lips of hers. "Now that you are in your proper place, the floor, I'm going to bed." And just like that she walked over to the mattress pulling the covers back and crawling inside.::
Sylar (3:18:31 AM): Did Elle really think this was over just because she had paralyzed him? Even if the rest of his body didn't work, his brain still did. After a moment of concentration, Elle would find herself seized out of the bed and ripped across the room, until she was floating above his fallen body. He didn't need to do anything, she'd fuck him all of his own accord. How dare she attempt to stop, when he had been so close to an orgasm in the first place. Manipulating his own body parts until he was lying back on his
Sylar (3:21:04 AM): back, his aching dick was saluting her, pulsing head ready to return to her pussy. Against her will, Elle found her hands moving to giving her titties rough treatment, twisting her nipples round until it was painful. Her legs widening, she fell down onto that fleshy phallus and had it forcing her walls to spread eagerly, tight velvet flesh gripping at him as she bounced up and down on his cock so fast, her body was a blur. He had her fucking him way faster than they would have been capable of normally, her
Sylar (3:21:17 AM): pussy choking his dick as though trying to milk him of all his cum right there.
Elle (3:26:26 AM): ::He still wanted to see who was the most dominant, who had all the power in this little relationship. As she was impaled on his dick, she cried out in pain and pleasure, eyes watering as she stared down in his lust filled eyes. The pain flooded her nipples and she immediately found herself covering up her chest, completely not into what was happening at all. "Fine Gabriel, you win. I guess you must really feel proud of yourself raping me for a second time." It was pretty fucked up to say, but Elle k
Elle (3:27:39 AM): -new the guilt he felt over what happened in Disney World and was going to use it against him. "Guess a serial killer really can sink even lower." Her voice was emotionless as she said this, and her blue eyes darted away from his looking over to the side.::
Sylar (3:29:34 AM): That was the last thing he'd ever expected to hear out of her mouth, and he found himself struck by an intense amount of shock. Wasn't this something they had both been into? Judging from how loudly she'd been moaning and crying out, she had been enjoying it even just before basically calling him a rapist. And now, all of a sudden, things had become a problem. His lip curled in disgust, because he had a feeling that he knew what she was doing. "Get off of me." If she didn't move, he struggle to turn over
Sylar (3:31:11 AM): on his side and let her tumble off of his body. With a small bit of difficulty, he was standing to his feet, giving her a cold look before looking for his clothes. How dare she turn that against him? It was his worst memory, ever, and she used it on him like some sort of weapon. As quickly as possible he got dressed, ignoring the discomfort from being so messy as he pulled on his pants and shirt. "You…." he just shook his head angrily, he couldn't even finish his sentence. Instead he put on a pair of
Sylar (3:31:20 AM): shoes, moving towards the door to open it and slam it behind him.
Elle (3:34:23 AM): ::Elle would do whatever it took to be in control even if that meant hurting poor little Gabriel's feelings here and there. A normal person would've felt guilty for doing a thing like this but she didn't. She was still going along with the solemn attitude rubbing her arms insecurely. Getting up off of him as he requested she rolled her eyes, "I could've sworn that's what I was trying to do this entire time, but someone couldn't control themselves." She wasn't really mad at him, this whole thing was just
Elle (3:37:28 AM): a game. "Oh here's your belt," she offered with her hand stretched out. "Me, what?" She said tilting her head to the side with a confused expression on her face. As he slammed the bedroom door, she opened it and saw him walking off. "Bye! Have a nice night!" She said cheerfully, closing the door again bursting out into a fit of giggles. She loved pushing buttons that society would say shouldn't be pressed. Looks like she won afterall. Picking up the remote, she turned on the TV or rather she was g
Elle (3:38:21 AM): -oing to until she remembered her little electrical accident back in the living room. Crap. She'd either have to pick up the TV and turn it on by powering it by herself, or fixing the power. She really didn't feel like doing either.::
