"I guess I will be staying in here, then," he nodded, half with sarcasm as she looked to the (very obvious) window. "Hmm" was his hum as he walked to the side she wasn't laying on. Unfortunately, his bed was only a twin. Yay for her mind indeed, but her body disagreed with her mind and agreed (very strongly) with him and his body. Sylar moved thin hips onto the bed to sit against the wall, not under the covers, no. Not yet at least. Oh, long night was an understatement. Long other things would soon be the problem.
She felt the indentation he made in the bed as he sat down. Great… a whole night with him, and his host of perverted antics. This was just going to be so much fun! … Not! Letting out a soft sigh, she ran a finger through her hair. "So… what cha thinking about," she asked to break the ice. Awkward silences, though appropriate at times, were never any fun.
He tried his best to keep his clammy self to 'his' side of the bed. Yeah, right. Sylar turned to look down at her, hand in her hair, her breasts plump and exposed, never mind the shirt… the white cotton stretchy shirt… 'Seriously, stop it.' He cleared his throat. "Uh, nothing decent." One honest vampire, he shook his head to himself slightly in annoyance. "Mostly how you think and look like jailbait if you must know among more graphic, less PG-13 things," he said before he could censor himself. Graphic as in seeing just how sensitive her breasts were, how warm and heavy they- Sylar snapped his eyes to the dresser in front of him across the room.
Elle followed his eyes and she gave a tilt of her head. Was he… looking at her tits? What he said confirmed it. She should've known; he was never thinking anything decent. She let out a gasp and covered up her chest with her hands as he snapped his eyes to that dresser. Her face was extremely red at that point, and since he was looking away… she took the time to trail her eyes over his own body. It was nice, buff, hairy, and broad… and he was so so tall! Oh god… oh god… she was starting to moisten again. Damn her for thinking indecent thoughts in regards to him.
Sylar saw her hands move out of the corner of his eye, saw them cup over her barely covered globes. He had to close his eyes. 'Never gonna make the night,' he thought. Oh, god… did her nipples perk up at the touch? Why oh why did he wear boxers? What the hell was he thinking? Apparently Elle was thinking something, too. Sylar nearly jumped when she touched him, running soft warm hands over his bare chest and abdomen, his eyes snapping open before closing slowly, trying to hold back his groan. What did her (them)in was her getting wet, that smell again. He turned, adjusting quickly on the bed to face her, grasping the back of her head, messing up her smooth and slightly wavy blonde locks to cover her lips roughly with his.
Elle's eyes widened as he pressed his lips to hers. That was totally unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. Instantly she started trying to push him away, beating on his arm, before she closed her eyes and found herself being swept away by him. A repeat of yesterday was happening all over again. A tiny squeal escaped from her as she settled for rubbing his arm. One leg was thrown over him, her nipples indeed sticking out from that shirt of hers to rub against his bare chest.
Now he did groan. Her mouth tasted even better this time around, becuase he could now really dig into her mouth with lips and tongue. His lips practically lunged at hers, sliding against her as he tilted his head to fully devour her delicious mouth, growling as she tried to pull away, which mostly served to do the opposite. Turn him on. Grunting as her sex was exposed to his reach (well, more so than before) as she spread her legs to place one over him, he groped high up on her thigh, but not going too near her intimate places. Sylar felt hard beads against his chest, fuck, nipples… To prevent his hands from wandering, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, completely overwhelming any opposition her own muscle may have made. The slippery appendage twisting and diving, sliding and pushing at hers as it pushed deeper for more of her warm human mouth.
Oddly enough, Elle felt rather safe in his arms. It was almost like she was always suppose to be there, held by him. Any mental resistance she may have had before was absolutely gone. Elle felt his tongue writhing against her own, aggressively moving around inside her mouth making her squeak out. Her wetness was flowing from her even more so now, Elle even going as far as to grind against him a bit.
Sylar groaned low in his throat, smelling and tasting and feeling so much of her body. He could smell her body, feminine and soft; smelled her pussy; tasted her lips and more, her throat, her tongue. Would that ever be enough? Felt her pebbled nipples on his chest, brushing and rubbing and pressing, oh god, to get his hands on them… Then he felt her heat, the heat of her cunt rubbing against the thin cotton of boxers and pajama flannel shorts right… where… he wanted it… Sylar broke away with a wet smack from her lips, panting to rest his face to her neck and shoulder.
His body just felt so good against hers. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore. Not Tommy's death or Hiro's, not the vampires that murdered her friends earlier, not his crude comments, nothing. "Mmmm… Sylar… ," she moaned out as she continued to grind against his front. He buried his face into her neck, and she took the opportunity to breathe out, pant, and rest her head against his.
He looked down as he breathed. The perfect outline of her breasts, hidden only by white cotton. Whatever oath or mental bond he'd restrained himself with snapped and he had to touch. So reaching out to do so, he groped a full breast in his hand, sighing as he touched it, squeezed and massaged. Not appreciating the shirt any longer, his hand went down to the hem of it to tug it off her sexy little body. Sylar needed to see her tits, even if things went no further; needed to be haunted by perfect, erect, soft, pink buds. Then a thought occured to him. One that made him pause. "Elle?" He rasped into her jaw, "Why are you kissing me?" Which kind of encompassed two questions, the other being "why did you kiss me before?"
She let out a high moan as he cupped her breasts, nuzzling against his head as she ran her fingers through his hair. He felt so good… so fucking good! Her heart was beating rapidly and this beat only increased when he started to lift up her shirt. "Yes… ," she ground herself against him once more before he paused and posed his question. "Huh? What?" Slowly everything started to fall back into place, and she remained silent. Elle took in the feel of his body, her heart's beat slowing down but not by much. "I… I… ," how was she suppose to answer him? "I don't know… ," truth is she did, she just couldn't admit it to him.
Sylar was forced to place a hand on her hip to cease their motions, ideally against his. He hated his hand and his brain at that moment for cutting off his treat. Something told him that Elle wouldn't be anyone's treat unless she gave herself to the man. Or vampire. That was… a very long shot. Sylar kept his hands still, waiting for the word or strike that would telegraph 'no!' Meanwhile, he noted with disappointment, that the shirt was only half way up her tits, her nipples still hidden. Fuck. "I thought so," was his reply, still against her throat. Allowing his natural instinct to carry him in lust and general desire, his fangs lengthened, scraping over her velvet soft skin as he did his impression of human 'nuzzling'.
Was it her, or did she sense a little disappointment in his voice? "I do know…it's . . it's because I lik-," she stopped as she felt something sharp against the smooth skin of her neck. Immediately she knew that they were his fangs. He wasn't piercing her skin or anything, but she was confused as to his intentions. "S-Sylar… are you going to bite me?" She asked softly.
He was already there… at her throat, why not take advantage? Wait… had she been about to say she liked him? Or… liked making out? Liked his… ass? What? Breathing warm air against her, he continued his motions, enjoying himself. He only paused when she questioned him, even then, only briefly. "No," he murmured, going back to his nuzzling of her flesh. The answer just slipped out before he had time to think it over. But it was the right one. Right or not didn't stop the bedroom window from shattering inwards along with the two vampires that landed among the glass.