The jittery feeling in the pit of her stomach just wouldn't seem to relent. Every time she looked in the mirror, she always searched for some type of imperfection, but didn't see any. Sylar was taking her out tonight, and she wanted to look her best. Elle's blonde locks fell over her shoulder, curled and voluminous. Today, she didn't go all out on her attire, she just kept it nice and simple, but did Sylar want nice and simple? Should she dress up a bit more and wear more accessories? She was standing in a white tube dress which had buttons going along the front to her waist. It stopped just below her knees and showed off the peaks of those breasts of hers. On her feet were a pair of white and gold heels, which elevated her 5'1 frame four extra inches. Finally, around her waist sat a Nogoy gold feather felt, and a diamond heart and gold pearl necklace around her neck. Elle hugged herself, her shoulder blades accentuated as she paced back in forth in the room. Why was she so nervous?
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They'd taken to inhabiting the beach house, which was where they were currently, but not for long. They, or rather he, had plans for the night. Sylar was decked in his usual clean button up, but this was a nicer shirt than the norm, also changing out his jeans for slacks. Having never been on a date, he had no idea what to wear, say or expect. But that was the point, he supposed. "Elle?" He called from waiting in the living room, watching the news on TV. "Its time!" As in time to go now before they missed the surprise event.
Her thumb was placed to her mouth as she bit on her nail out of nervousness, though not actually ruining it. "Okay! Coming!" She called back to him. Delicate footsteps were audible as she made her way to him, hands clasped in front of her. "Ready!" A cheerful smile colored her face as she looked at him. It wasn't like her to be so nervous, but Sylar brought it out of her.
Sylar chuckled, so chipper. Standing as he eyed her up and down, not bothering to hide his…admiration for her form, he told her so, "You look lovely." Veeery lovely in fact. He extended a hand with a small grin, leading her out the door to his car, helping her into it and soon they were off to the park. After arriving, Sylar held her hand as they walked on the cracking pavement to the large field where people were sitting, having various picnics and games. A blanket he'd taken from the beach house was over his opposite shoulder, which he lay down for them
What were all of these people doing here? It wasn't every day that so many townsfolk were out at once, maybe some event she didn't know anything about was taking place. After all she was out of town for three weeks. Elle sat down on the blanket once it was laid out for her, sitting sidesaddle as she looked up at him and smiled.
Hopefully Wonder Brat didn't make a surprise appearrance…and cause a scene (because it wouldn't be Sylar's fault). Sitting down beside her he grinned back. It was getting dark, nearly dark enough for the event. Having nothing else to talk about really, and being genuinely curious, he asked, "How was New York? Did the people get to you?" Meaning Pete or the locals. Probably pretty interchangeable.
Every time she thought about New York she just felt sad. At first there was nothing but silence from her as she took his arm and hugged it to her. "New York seemed like a fun place," notice she said "seemed". "Like, I'm certain that it is, but Peter wasn't the one I wanted to go with. I mostly ditched him actually and did my own thing. The people were okay. The women seemed kind of… hard though."
Sylar blinked at the view of her silence. 'Wonder what that was about.' Was he sensing a little tension there? New York probably still was a relatively fun place, but the people could get to you, even in his day. Oh, that was it? He had to laugh, "Hard? What does that mean?" Mostly he wanted to know if she had fun, would visit again, stuff like that. "What did you do? Shop? See any shows?"
"It means they were a little mannish. Like… they had husky voices and heavy bodies, and seemed… ," how could she say say this without coming off as a total snob? "… animalistic. Not all of them, but just in certain areas we went to." Elle rested her head against him and just looked at all the people as they walked, talked, played frisbee, and a host of other things. "I shopped, but I didn't do much of anything else… ," she was a little depressed during her stay, mostly because of how she treated Sylar.
He snorted. He hadn't been to New York in some years, about a generation actually. How things had changed. "Smokers," was his offhand comment. "That's it?" Disbelieving, "That's all you did? For three weeks?" He wanted to blurt out and ask her why she'd gone anyway if she was going to basically waste the trip, but he knew why. "Tell me you at least went to a show or ate somewhere interesting." Jesus. He'd have shown her a good time.
The trip wasn't a total waste, at the time she simply wanted to get away from Sylar because she was upset. The only reason why Peter went is because she thought by being around him so much, she would start to like him instead of Sylar and ease the pain, but that really didn't work either. "Well I did have some pizza which was really really good. And I saw all these street performers in Time Square, and like… in Time Square they have like this really huge Toys R Us with a little rollercoaster ride inside of it. That was fun."
"For life size people? Interesting…," he mused aloud as more night fell around them, the children getting louder all around as the parents let them play in the field. Suddenly, a canon-like sound went off, exploding seemingly above them in the dark which was soon lit up with bright colors. Sylar chuckled, grinning at her, waiting for her reaction.
Blue eyes snapped up as she heard the loud noise, looking off in the distance only to see something shooting upwards in the air. At first she was confused, but a smile broke out on her face as she noticed the fireworks branch out. "Oooh! Pretty!" She exclaimed, holding his arm tighter as kids squealed at the sight and people cheered and clapped on. Turning her head she gave Sylar a kiss on the cheek before enjoying the show, another rocket shooting up in the air before bursting with vibrant color. It was mighty thoughtful of Sylar to take her here.
The smile told him he'd done okay. "Yeah," he agreed, grinning harder as he got a tender little kiss. He'd have to button down on the fact that he greatly liked those tender kisses. Sylar subtly squeezed her hand as she held his arm, both watching the show of explosives: reds, blues, yellows, greens and purples against the backdrop of the night sky and stars. He dimly remembered fireworks, now these could make shapes, blowing out from inside another rocket. Sylar's favorite was the silence before the boom and the crackle after, as all the stardust came down.
"Thanks for bringing me here," she told him, completely at ease and comfortable. Elle had forgotten why she was even nervous in the first place. Maybe it was the pretty dress she was wearing. The kisses were just Elle's way of showing that she cared about him, and it made her feel nice to dish them out.
Sylar nuzzled the hair at her temple, eyes half on the show in the sky, "Welcome." Nervous? Okay, so he might embarass her (maybe even about her wetness), but hardly the end of the world. And her dress shouldn't factor into her nervousness really. He was a man, and as such, he'd be interested in something that looked good; so pretty dress equalled attention.
Before long the fireworks display was over, much to the dismay of the children about. However, most people stuck around, only a few really packing up their blankets and leaving. "Sucks that it's over, I was enjoying it," she stated.
"Yeah," Sylar said in agreement, his eyes now entirely focused on her, staring at her long enough to catch her gaze before rising to his feet; holding her hands to lift her. 'Accidentally' putting too much force into his pull, her body was tugged against his. Purely on accident of course. The dress was strapless and white and fit her perfectly, the damn thing just begged him to make her feel good by any means neccessary in his power. She was warm, that's another thing he liked about her (some places warmer than others…), so human and alive. Sylar made sure to eye her lips long enough before turning with her small hand in his, back to the car after snatching the blanket.
A high squeak escaped from her as he yanked her to him. She didn't move immediately, instead resting against him listening for the heartbeat that never came. After a moment, she pulled away from him and smiled, holding his hand as they went to the car. "So what's next?" She asked, anticipating whatever else it was that he came up with.
Leading her to the car, he assisted her in as he always did, getting in himself and starting the car after tossing the blanket in the back. That was sure…subtle. But Elle wasn't going to lose her virginity in the back of a car, that was for damn sure. "Something a little out of the ordinary now a days," was his response. The car drove out of town, to the very outskirts of it actually, eventually parking on the shoulder of the highway. What was visible would be a large field in a valley in the moonlight, but not much else. Parking and exiting, he helped her out and went to the trunk to grab a large cooler. "Can you get the blanket?"
Elle had no idea what was happening, but she was extremely eager to find out. They left down, far away from any people, houses, and light. This was odd. Elle looked around until they finally came to a stop on the side of the highway. Yeah. Extremely odd. She exited as he helped her and nodded her head. "Yeah, sure." Going in the back she grabbed the blanket and hugged it to herself, shutting the door.
Oh, yeah…that probably didn't seem so innocent (just date night with a murderous vampire) as he'd assumed. Park on the road, get out in the dark, grab a blanket and a cooler that could hold anything… "Don't be scared," he told her, and let her down to a hidden path when the guard rail ended, the slightly sloped hill leading down into trees, blocking the view of what lay beyond them.When they reached the end of the path, Elle would see a large, rather flat rock set in grass near the trees. The hill continued on after the rock, leaving them perched on top of it to look down into a field in a valley of tall, swaying grass. He set the cooler down beside the rock.
"Okay," she stated softly. Thoughts of strange nocturnal animals coming out to attack her surfaced in her head, but it wasn't really anything she wasn't use to on a normal day back in town, walking the streets at night. Then again she wasn't in territory cut off from civilization. When they reached their destination, Elle looked up in the direction of what sounded like a hooting owl. "What's out here?" She asked.
He chuckled, "Dinner," taking the blanket from her, he set it beside the rock, gesturing for her to sit on it. Unpacking the cooler, first the utinsels, forks, knives, spoons, napkins, cups and plates; then the food, doubtlessly her favorite part. What she may not have noticed at first glance was the wild daisies and daffodils that grew just at the edge of the trees behind them. Sylar for one was hardly bothered by any nightlife, animal or human, being a predator himself. "Just relax, enjoy yourself." If he'd have known she'd freak out at owls…he'd have reconsidered the location. He sat beside her, touching her arm to reassure her.
She wasn't scared of the owls or anything specifically, just the darkness mostly; remember she was brought up in a town surrounded by woods. After all, when one is grabbed by vampires who burst through your boyf- date's window and snatch you up, you tend to get a little jumpy and develop fears. Elle looked all around her, not out of fear, but just surveying the area "Oooh! Flowers! How pretty!" She chirped up excitedly. The smell of food reached her nose and immediately she turned her head. "What cha bring?"
Again, she made him chuckle with her reactions. Maybe that's why he liked her, the unexpected. Boyfriend probably was a little far at this point, not that he'd mind. This was only the first 'official' date thus far…What was first base again? Sylar brought out a large carton of KFC chicken, complete with plenty of the sides. He recalled what she seemed to like at the dinner with her dad the other night, so he'd went off that, having no frame of referrence as to what she ate besides brownies (which he'd also brought). Setting it out, he opened it and extended it to her, then went about getting waters and a few sodas out for her.
A gasp escaped from her as she saw that he'd brought KFC. How ever did he guess? Elle loved chicken, and potato wedges, and corn, and mashed potatoes, and all of that other good stuff. "You really went all out," she stated, her stomach already rumbling as her mouth watered with anticipation. The food was handed over to her and she took a barbecue drenched chicken wingette and bit into it, moaning out her satisfaction. As she was chewing a thought occurred to her, "Hey… what are you gonna eat?" She asked him.
See? Reactions. That's why people did anything, that's what made them happy. Oh gee, how did he ever guess? Maybe the way she'd devoured the chicken at her dad's? Sylar paused at her question. Did she…really just ask that? His filthy gutter mind (all thanks to her) nearly exploded with lust at her words. Sylar leaned in, his chest pressed to her side to mouth at her throat while she ate, his low rasp telegraphing his arousal, "Whatever you let me."
Blushing immediately, she continued to eat her chicken, barbecue sauce all around her mouth. She licked her mouth clean and opened her mouth to speak, "There's plenty of chicken if you wanna share." That was a nice deflection if she did say so herself, or it would've been had it not been for her racing heart. It was at that moment that a thought came to mind. Sylar said that he needed to feed every four days, but she'd been gone three weeks, so…
Sylar wasn't looking to get laid by any means, he wouldn't treat her like that the first time anyway. That was rude and classless. Black eyes did, however, lock onto her saucy mouth and wet pink tongue as it flicked out. So much for a 'together' dinner, screw that. This was a sit and watch her eat and try not to rape her dinner, hell yes. "Hmm," he hummed, not taking his eyes off her, so edible. Clearly not buying her deflection, not when he could hear her heart, but he appreciated the blush. Yes, dinner whilst keeping his hands to himself…a challenge. She made him so horny, it was new, so he rested a hand on her exposed thigh a little higher than he should have, but what could she really do?
A presence was felt on her thigh and she looked down to see his hand there. Her eyes went back to him as she smiled and ignored it, going back to eating. This was going to be mighty difficult with him feeling her up, wasn't it? Delicately she ate her mashed potatoes when something else occurred to her. It was time to tease him, since he wanted to be so pervy. Eating her potatoes, she moaned as her tongue came out and suggestively licked the substance off of the spoon. He didn't know enough about her eating habits to realize it wasn't normal for her, and she played it off quite nicely. "They have the best mashed potatoes."
Sylar licked his own lips in response, desperate for her skin, his already black eyes going darker. The worst part of it was he didn't know she was just teasing, otherwise rest assured she'd have been on her back with her dress hiked up and panties shredded in a hot minute. "That's great," he murmured, his voice coming out a little…strained, his hand inching up subtly, just now reaching the hem of her dress. Dresses were truly God's gift and curse to men, leaving easy access yet teasing at the same time. And right now, he wanted it off her so he could live up to the promise of what he could do with his mouth. "Glad you're…enjoying them."
"Mhmm, thanks! It's very… sweet of you." Elle noticed his hand getting higher and higher, but she didn't say anything. She started to devour her corn and drizzled her wedges in barbecue sauce before quickly finishing those off, only having chicken left. Eventually this one done, and she let out a burp. "Oh! Excuse me… that wasn't very lady like," she giggled a bit embarrassed, her face reddening more.
Sweet. Something else was much, much sweeter than potatoes, corn, even the barbeque chicken, and he wanted it. Sylar longed to inhale that scent again, as close as he could get. He sniggered at her burp, somehow that was kinda cute. "Probably not." But never fear, he'd treat her like a lady…and make her scream out her pleasure (and hopefully his name) like a whore once he got his hands under her dress. Her dress was pushed steadily, slowly up her thigh until he could nearly view between her legs, but for the bunched fabric and the angle. Biting his lip against her throat, his gaze was torn between what lay between her legs and her mouth and tongue.
It was at that moment that she rolled away and got up, skipping off into the field. Was she running away from him? No. "These flowers are so pretty," she kneeled down and picked one, putting it in her hair. Fireflies could be seen illuminating the field, and the chirps of crickets were heard.
Sylar snarled in frustration. She wouldn't give him her virginity and he wouldn't ask for it, but he did want to make her feel good, doing the same for himself in the process. Sylar slunk behind her as she knelt so when she stood, she would feel his much harder and larger body against her back, his hands coming to rest on her hips. "They remind me of you," he said of the flowers. His way of getting her flowers.
"They do?" She asked biting on her lower lip as she felt him behind her. Elle was completely relaxed and that much showed in her slowed heart rate. That was really sweet of him, bringing her to a field of flowers that reminded him solely of her. "I had a really nice night with you, well am having."
Attempt number two… "They do," he answered honestly, "All happy, like sunshine." Giving a small frown at the flowers. That made sense…if she was like sunshine, the light that he missed so much. His hands trailed down her hips to her thighs, this time deliberately wrapping around the band at the bottom of her dress. The fabic would rise slowly as his arms held her back against him in the ultimate position for seduction, lips resting on her shoulder, soft skin. "That's the idea," he told her seriously, not referring just to the date, but his current actions. He wanted her wetness.
What Sylar wanted was pretty evident, and Elle already had the mental debate with herself earlier. She was ready. Ready to have him inside of her, if that's what things led to. Her heart rate started to speed up again, and images of him looming over her as he smeared his semen into her skin with extended fangs played over and over again in her mind. That wetness that he so sought to covet so much was beginning to make an appearance, slightly dampening her white panties.
Groaning softly into her neck and hair at her responses, the dress rose a little faster until it was bunched at her waist. Cool rough hands ran over the exposed skin (and panties) of her pelvis, hips and thighs. Yesss. This was what he wanted, what he wanted her to feel. No harm would come of him touching her and it was important that she know that. So there were no cliche lines about how beautiful she was, how much he loved her, how much he wanted or needed her. Even though they were all or mostly all true anyway. "I can feel you," was all he said, mouth buried in her soft tasty neck, "And smell you." He had no idea his last masturbatory session was playing in her head.
Her eyes closed and she let out a whimper. "Y-yeah?" Elle had no idea his olfactory senses were that heightened. Elle had no idea what she was suppose to do, was she suppose to stand there and let him have his way with her, or was she suppose to move or do something? The night summer air was blowing against her lower regions, intensifying her wetness as the material of her panties clung to her folds.
Damn his gentlemanly sense of morality, now he kind of had to ask, "Do you want me to stop?" He would, if she said, by now she should know that. This would be the first time he'd ever really touched her, and at such an intimate juncture. Hands were plenty amused with the skin the they had currently, brushing on her stomach, circling fingers around her navel, all the while avoiding her wetness. For now.
Elle was a bit lost in her mind, before she shook her head weakly. "N-no… keep going… ," that must've been somewhat of a shock to him. Usually she'd be into it, but then pull away or something when things were just getting good. This moment however just felt so right, and she didn't want to be the idiot to pass it up.
It took a hell of a lot of control not to attack her cunt, it really did. Sylar moved a firm hand straight down from her navel to her cunt to cup her sex, slowly sliding his hand back and forth. He muffled his groan of approval and lust at her wet panties with the flesh of her shoulder, which he couldn't resist sucking on; he rubbed her there for several minutes. God, the sheer concept of spreading her legs against him and driving his fingers into her was almost too much for him.
Her breathing was getting harder as her body tensed in a good way before relaxing. Slowly she started to move her hips back and forth a bit, enjoying his hands on her. She trusted Sylar to take care of her body, to go at a pace she was comfortable with and could get use to. He'd proven himself trustworthy, at least to her.
But did he ever want to just rip her panties and finger her to hell and back. He would too, eventually, and he'd do it now had she been less than virginal (granted he'd have done a lot of things before now had she been that). For now, Sylar was set on worshipping her body. His mouth moved to her ear, while he licked gently around the shell to murmur low, "Have you ever touched yourself before?" His fingers traced the edges of her underwear between her legs, stroking them back as far as he could reach; nearly molesting her panties before he got to her. This was really where he wanted her, in his hands, her plump ass against him, her clothes half discarded, and her pussy getting wet and waiting for his touch.
His voice was just so sexy and that fact was intensified as he murmured in her ear. When he posed his question she nodded, which probably came as a surprise to him. "Y-yeah… I have… a couple times or ten," she let out a lust-laced giggle. Wasn't this ironic, Elle being the virgin in white in a field of flowers, getting ready to have partake in a sexual act with a vampire of all things.
It was a little surprising, yeah. Were breasts off the menu? Sylar wanted to yank down the top of her dress and really get into feeling her body, but he didn't know how well that would go over. Chuckling deeply in her ear as he sucked on the lobe, scraping it with teeth, he grated out into it, "Have you ever penetrated yourself with anything?" Fuck, that idea was hot… Well geez, when she put it that way, it was horribly corny, but he hadn't planned on fingering her here of all places. It just…happened. Sylar gently rolled her panties down off her hips so they clung to her knees, so much white… His palm again stroked her, but he felt scorching heat and soft hairless folds of womanly flesh in his hands this time, starting to get moist.
"Only my fingers," she responded, still slightly grinding herself into him hand. And there went her panties, Elle's breath hitching as she felt his hand against her folds directly this time. His hands were so large and rough and they felt nice. Her wetness smeared his fingers and palm as she whimpered her arousal.
Yes, she felt so damn good. He'd play with this forever, he liked it so much. Sylar would eat her in a heartbeat, but his mental ruling was just his fingers on her pussy (later to be in her pussy). Increasing the pressure of his hands, her folds would be moved around by his hand, rubbing them firmly now; teasing her clit and her wet hole which he hadn't touched yet. "Yes…like that, does that feel good?" Yeah, he had to ask. He'd be the first and the last, Sylar would ruin her for anyone else to touch and he wanted to know how much her pussy liked being groped.
"So, so good… please keep going… ," her voice was small and airy. His teasing was much appreciated and her whimpers of pleasure told him as much. Elle wanted Sylar to ruin her, she didn't want anyone else, never did in this way. The fact that she was letting him of all people (vampires) do it was a testament to such.
