| Appearences by: | Elle and Sylar |
| Season: | Season 2 |
| Episode #: | N/A |
| Date: | March 27, 2007 |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
Sylar
Sylar had a surprise for her, a big one, for both of them, really. He wasn't planning on raising baby here in D.C. by any means. Largest sex trafficking hub in the U.S. No thanks; not for his kid and angel. Getting a government car, piling in their belongings, he drove them to a small neighborhood, mostly residential, overall nice. They were rather old but well kept buildings, mostly paler, toned down hued paint on their walls and trims. He led them to a stormy, almost violet blue three story building with off-white walls. He'd had Elle keep her eyes closed firmly as he drove. "Keep 'em shut," he reminded, he couldn't wait to see the look on her face. Sylar pulled the car into the parking space, parking and shutting off the car. "Still don't open," he reiterated, never too sure.
Elle
She bit down on her lower lip. The desire to open her eyes was a powerful one. Sometimes, Elle didn't know how to control herself when it came to surprises. Sparks of excitement popped off of her as she bounced up and down in that seat, that seatbelt keeping her restrained. It turns out she actually got her powers back after she needed them most. "I wanna see!" She squealed. Gabriel was always setting up little surprises for her, she loved it. Elle noticed their belongings in the car, but she had no idea why they were there.
Sylar
"I know, angel," he cooed back, patient. Sometimes? Most of the time. But thus far she hadn't been, not that she'd have seen anything to dazzle besides D.C. cityscape. "I'm gonna get you, just stay put," he told her as he opened the door, sliding seamlessly out, saying, "Door." Shutting it gently so as not to scare her, Sylar walked around the car, strides long as he came around the other side to open her door; lifting her hand into his, he helped her out of the car. Taking her hand and arm as she clung to him, he led his pregnant fiancé slowly through the door and to the elevator. Flicking open the door to the apartment building, he led her to stand before it so she could see the whole building in its entirety. Standing before her, he wanted to see the look on her face; he held her hand with his at arm’s length before he said softly, "Okay. Open."
Elle
She wanted to see so badly now. "Okay, okay. Staying put." She could do that. What was a few more moments? She heard his door slam close before he momentarily came to retrieve her. "Let me know when I can open." Gabriel felt so nice and warm; she liked being snuggled close to him. When that command was given those blue hues opened up and gasped. "Gabriel!" She squealed in excitement. "You got us another place to stay!" As much fun as traveling was, nothing beats having a place to come back to; a base of operations. Now they didn't have to travel from hotel to hotel, and she'd be able to get an adequate amount of rest (or at least she hoped, baby didn't make it easy). "When did you get it?" She stepped forward standing on her toes and placed a soft, gentle peck to his lips.
Sylar
He grinned, that was the best look, well, okay, one of the best looks, he could get. Sylar felt on top of the world. “I asked around, I looked it up on the lobby computer then went to check it out while you showered," was the answer, half of his lips quirked up. Elle leaned up to kiss him; he kissed back before pushing her back, fishing something out of his pocket on a small chain. Holding it in his slightly curled hand, he reached it out in her direction, dark chocolate gaze never leaving hers. "Elle, will you…move in with me?" He asked, again. He remembered. How could he forget?
Elle
Eyes glittered as he dangled that small chain before her, and she gasped at what she saw. A shiny key and it was all hers. She grinned brightly and nodded her head, she remembered this moment. It was like that day in his apartment. She couldn't say yes before, but she most certainly could now. "Yes! Yes!" She snatched the key from his grasp, then lunged herself forward wrapping her arms around him, pregnant belly meeting his torso. "I love you so much."
Sylar
Sylar wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes, burying his nose into her shoulder. She smelled like home. He chuckled as she practically leapt into his arms, most welcomed. Elle took the key with haste, something he relished, and proceeded to babble into his chest, as that was all she could reach. "I love you more, angel." He held her for a moment, slightly rocking before he pulled away a bit, "C'mon, more to see." Another surprise lay in wait. He led her into the building, flicking the door open to allow them to enter; he walked with his arm around his angel down the hall to their corner room with two windows. Sylar gestured for her to open their new home with her handy-dandy, cheaper than blasting the locks, key for the first time. Swinging the door open, he sat back to watch her go wild.
Elle
“Well I love you the mostest, Daddy." She enjoyed this immensely, just being in his arms. The safest place in the whole wide world. "More? Of course! More! Can't wait!" Everything was beginning to look up. This whole Gabriel working for the government thing was awful as she was left all alone with no one to talk to, but at least she got a home out of it. They still needed to go down at any costs however, even if the needed to blow up the White House itself. She nodded, and placed the key inside the lock and turned it. What she saw next actually surprised her. Turns out the place was fully furnished, at least from what she could see. Nothing was cheap. The furniture inside was exactly to her liking. "Oooh!" She immediately ran over to the window, giving her a gorgeous view. Nice way to see if anyone was to pull up. Light filtered in from the open curtains drenching the place in welcoming sunshine. "I love it." Next she went into the kitchen and immediately squealed at the sight of the refrigerator which had an ice dispenser on the outside. Oh, he knew how much she hated cracking and making ice. She had to get wet in the process and this way she could easily slide her cup underneath. Gaze became transfixed on that freezer and she prepared to open it but hesitated. "Please tell me it's full."
Sylar
Of course, he'd planned the refrigerator to her specifications. No, that was what was already there, but he did know she hated cracking ice like other, low-tech people. That was fine by him. Sylar watched, stepping inside as she buzzed, squeaking and talking with delight. His lip quirked in amusement and pleasure; she was just too cute. "I got a few things, yeah, we'll get more after we hole up," he crossed his arms over his chest and feet, leaning against a wall. He was going to have to watch her excitement, make sure she didn't tire herself out. While she turned to open the fridge, he fished out another object, this in a black, velvet ring box; its contents obvious. Sylar had been carrying it around for a while, not too long, waiting for the right time. But as she turned, he walked behind her, kneeling, "Angel? Far be it for me to get between you and your food, but…," Elle listening, cooing happily to herself at the food, and he mentally slapped himself for his bad intro. "Elle, I…I want to do this right. I love you more than the air I breathe and I can't live without you more than that. I want to grow old with you and raise our baby together. I need you, I don't deserve you, and you are more precious to me than… anything except our baby," he took a deep breath, still kneeling behind her. "…Elle Bishop?… Well, will you please do me the honor of marrying me, faults, hunger, delusions, self-hatred and all?" Okay, maybe that wasn't the best way to phrase that, but…it was what he was feeling. He opened the ring case to reveal the engagement ring he'd gotten her. A black oval diamond was ringed by smaller white diamonds, the band as well.
Elle
She rummaged through the freezer. Wasn't much in there but it was something to hold them over for a few nights, as well as a nice, giant gallon of cookie dough ice cream. Ah, he knew her so well. Grocery shopping was going to be extremely fun, she just knew it. It was something that they could do together. "I see," she went over to the fridge opening it. "Yay! Cranberry juice!" One of her all time faves. "Oooh, you got chocolate pudding cups too!" Their apartment back in New York was stacked full of goodies, this one would be too, eventually. "Huh?" She asked still rummaging through the fridge, she started to slowly stop though as his words sunk in. "Gabriel…?" She turned around to face him to see him kneeling down. Looking down into his eyes, he'd see that her own were glassy, her mouth slightly agape. That ring was revealed and she gasped. A black diamond… it was so… them! "Gabriel…" Tears started to fall on her flushed cheeks. All of it was official offical. They were really getting married. She nodded her head unable to say anything, just holding her hand out to him indicating that she wanted him to put that ring on her finger.
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Sylar
Wide dark chocolate eyes gazed up full of hope at her, his angel, his golden angel. Again, his chest caught as he awaited her answer, breathing a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing, a ridiculous grin twisting his mouth as he gave a laugh. Sylar supposed his main concern was that she wouldn't like the ring, which was no big deal. He watched her happy tears, bubbling inside; a rare thing for him. She held out her small, delicate hand; that was so Elle. His pale face cracked into a wide, toothy smile in his joy. Sylar took her hand in his larger, rougher one, laying a soft kiss to the back of it, giving each precious knuckle a small peck. "Its black because… that's the color of my…heart and its all… yours," he murmured between kisses, "Please wear it, m-my…heart on your finger, don't ever take it off," he asked of her. Taking out the ring with his telekinesis so he didn't have to let her go, he floated it to his hand. Sylar took in and slid it onto her ring finger.
Elle
She continued to shed forth those tears as he kissed her hand, his lips delicately touching each individual knuckle. She listened to his words and smiled. "I promise. I won’t ever take it off. Never ever." She rose her free hand to brush the tears from her eyes, then taking her ringed hand to closely examine it. "It's beautiful," she marveled. "I'll wear it forever and ever." Elle never really had an object that she cherished above anything else in her life. Not a teddy bear, not a shiny trinket, nothing. This ring however would change all of that. Eyes wouldn't tear away from it. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Sylar
For once he was the cause of good tears, it made his coal-dark heart swell with pride and emotion. There were too many in him at the time, something… clicked. The moment was tender, fitting, beautiful; she was beautiful. It made him… insanely overjoyed that she never wanted to take his ring, his heart off or away. When he placed it on her finger, her lovely sapphires locked to the ring as she raised it closer to inspect it. Sylar was very relieved and happy that she liked it; he'd hoped she hadn't thought it morbid or something, tacky. And this was just the engagement ring. God, did he look forward to making this woman his on paper, even though he knew it wasn't necessary. Sylar rose to his feet, towering above her, watching as she stared amazed at her ring. "You're beautiful. This is beautiful. You're very welcome." He smiled down at her, giving her a minute before he pulled her into a hug, feeling their child between them.
Elle
She nuzzled her face into him, staining his shirt with tears of happiness. Stomach rested against his crotch and lower abdomen and he could no doubt feel the tiny kicks that baby was giving off, or at least she thought he could've. They were pretty strong to her. Turns out that baby liked this as well. "Daddy, mind," she sniffled, "carrying me to the bedroom?" Oh, how she needed him now. Hands rubbed at his muscular back, nose taking in his sexy, calming, familiar scent.
Sylar
Sylar rested his chin on the top of her head, a hand running though his favorite golden hair. The baby bump pressed to his lower extremities and, damnit, he tried not to, but he got a little interested at his stubborn kid's acrobatics. Not for the kid's sake, either, he was already set. Baby took after mommy, excited about everything; all the better; he didn't want a mopey kid. He chuckled, feeling it vibrate through her, "Of course not." Hmm, those hands felt nice as he stopped and picked her up, mindful of the bump. "Hey." Sylar grinned at her, walking to the bedroom, "You do know that's the only time other than eating out, that I'll kneel, right? But do you have plans for the rest of the day?" He inquired, mock-casually. Turning through the bedroom doorframe, he entered the bedroom with Elle in his arms. "I have a few ideas…," he moved a quick black eyebrow up before dropping it in a sexually suggestive motion.
Elle
"Hi, Daddy," she giggled as he held her up, Elle burying her face into his neck and nuzzling. Her Gabriel, all hers. Laughing at his joke she nodded, "Yup, I actually have one plan in particular." She lifted up to stare him in the face, "And that's spending the rest of the day with my silly bear." She pressed a gentle kiss to his nose, before nuzzling it with her own. The hint of sex was one she immediately got and she grinned. "Oh? What did Daddy have in mind?" Ah! A king sized bed, perfect for his height and broad frame. Not only that but it gave them plenty of room to have mind blowing sex.
Sylar
Sylar raised the same long eyebrow, this time in question. As her button nose nuzzled his, his forehead came to rest against hers. "Can you say my name for a bit? I want to hear it from my fiancé,” was his request before dipping in to take her lips with his, dipping his tongue in, his heart already pumping blood. They never denied themselves this pleasure, of each other's body, of sex. Just as suddenly as he'd thrust his tongue into her mouth, he dropped her to the bed, her ass landing as she bounced. Sylar tilted his head to look at her, the corners of his lips turned up in a near grin, near smirk, but a look that promised things nonetheless. "I want to take what's mine," he rasped, his voice lowering unconsciously with arousal, eyes getting darker, too. His hands went to his button up, undoing the clasps down the front, gaze never leaving her. Soon he pulled that off, hands lifting off his wife beater, back arching a bit, muscles rippling as he did. Hands next went to his jeans, unfastening them, shucking them down, he stood in his boxers, moving to crawl up the large bed, predatory gaze fixed on his prey.
Elle
"Yes, Gabriel," she managed to let out before their lips met, opening her mouth to accompany his tongue. It was true that they never denied themselves sex. Her body was his body and vice versa as far as she was concerned. Left hand went to rub at the space where his shoulder and neck met, Elle finding herself getting more into the kiss. Suddenly he dropped her down on the bed and she squealed out loud, giggling, her knees bending. "And what exactly is yours?" She asked seductively. Elle had been wearing one of his shirts the entire time and a short pair of shorts, she'd leave the undressing her part up to him. She released an automatic moan after seeing him peel off his shirts, looking ever so sexy. Backing up to the headboard, she spread her legs so that it looked like she was preparing for birth, but that wasn't the case at all. Index finger moved in a come-hither motion, and that he did crawling up to her like the sexy beast he truly was.
Sylar
Oh, god, that was one hot bitch. She was in heat for him; that alone made him hard, tenting, nearly tearing his boxers. Sylar's mouth was open as he panted, licking his lips unintentionally at the sight that lay before him, the invitation. Why was she dressed again? He crawled up, taking his time, shoulder blades sticking out, sliding under muscles as he moved with care over the bed, as if he were actually stalking his prey. "The hot bitch in heat who's dripping for me to mount her, spreading her legs wide for her master is what's mine," he tried not to groan, failing, he growled the last half. "I suggest you strip, quickly, or things might get shredded." No, not her pussy, if he could help-no, screw that. That was all the warning he would give her. Sylar picked up a foot, and began nibbling wet kisses to her ankle, watching her as he tasted her smooth flesh.
Elle
God, he just looked so hot. It was like he wanted to eat her alive or something. It always amazed Elle, that even after all the things they'd been through and as much time as they had together, she was still crazy about him like the day she fell in love with him. She nodded her head, the sheet of sunlight she called hair moving about, "All yours, Gabriel." Licking her upper lip slowly, teasingly, she complied. The buttons of that baggy shirt came undone as those small fingers worked at them, Elle struggling it off to reveal healthy, glowing peach-pale skin. Those "C" cups were held up by a black Victoria's Secret bra. He began to kiss on her ankle, causing her to coo looking down at him, that shirt thrown to the floor. "Want me badly, Gabriel?" That bra fell as she'd just finished unhooking it, those breasts staring him in the face, darkened areola and nipples staring out at him. Hands crossed over her chest to cup her own breasts, feeling the soft globes give way in her palms. They were sore, but she trusted Gabriel to handle them with care. "Mind, getting these shorts off of me?"
Sylar
He did. Sylar wanted a life time to fuck her, make love to her. Every. Which. Way. Trailing his open lips up her smooth legs, pausing to kiss the inside of her knee before continuing even slower than before, up her inner thigh, his stubble scratching her delicate skin. Dark eyes glazed over as her lush tits fell from her bra, a low groan escaping him at her fondling of her own breasts. His forearms on the bed, snuck around her to grasp at the hem of her shorts, flicking them down, off her hips and thighs to go flying through the air to land… who gave a damn where. Fuck. Her tits were so sore; Sylar wanted nothing more than to play with them, roughly. His eyes went to the cleft between her legs, already moistening for him. "What gave you that idea?" He graveled out. Pointing an index finger in her face, bringing it to her mouth, he bade her to suck his digit, her hot little mouth closing around it as she sucked. Sylar's erection stood firm in his boxers while he gave regular thrusting motions into her mouth before yanking it out with a wet pop, smearing some of her saliva over her pink lips, his hand trailed over to her tits. Dipping his wet finger between the smaller grasping fingers on her tits, he circled her swollen nipples, coating them with her saliva. Sylar moved closer, bringing his dick out to play, letting it fall from the slit in his boxers, smacking loudly against her cunt. He dropped his sucked-wet finger to play with her own slit, teasing her clitty, while his other hand dragged two fingers over the thick juicy head of his cock, collecting his pre-cum, brining his fingers to her mouth to suckle off his fluids. Sylar groaned, humping himself against her, needing to be inside when he did it. Her wet lips slicked the underside of his length as he masturbated himself between her labia. "Need to fuck you, need that fucking pussy, Elle. Give it to me…," he demanded, trying to focus.
Elle
"Because I know you, and I know that you can't get enough of me." She opened her mouth out allowing him to slide that finger into her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked on it, swirling her tongue around the long thick digit. She bobbed her head up and down on it as he thrust it in and out of her mouth. Elle made sure that it was drenched in a thick coat of saliva by the time he pulled it away. Gabriel used it to smear her drool over her nipples, making her moan in delight. That was a very erogenous part of her body. A gasp thrust forth from her, as she bucked her hips, that thick cock slapping against her warm wet folds. His finger stroked and teased those folds, making her close her eyes. If that wasn't enough he was grinding his cock against her, getting it nice and wet. "Daddy…" Precum stained fingers went to her lips and without hesitation she sucked on the sweet fluid, moaning. God, she loved the way it tasted. Hands moved in slow circles working those tits, her own hips moving against his cock wanting even more of that stimulation. "Take it. It's yours." Releasing one hand from those tits she reached down to spread her labia, moans increasing at the sensation of that dick rubbing against even more of her sensitive parts.
Sylar
He panted, aroused beyond belief already, having her so open, so willing, so bare, wet, swollen with his child. Her noises drove him mad. "Yeah… yeah, good girl," he told her as she sucked on his precum smeared fingers, his cock jerking in reaction. Sylar was torn between watching her mouth, her hands knead her tits or his cock trying to slide its way into her. His eyes rolled back as she spread herself to him, the head hitching at her hole, sliding up to her clit. Rolling his hips against her, the head began to bump against her hole, asking her tight muscles to loosen before he forced them open. Sylar propped himself up over her belly, a hand going down between their legs to grind the head into her vagina, trying to force his full meaty tip inside by itself alone. Oh, god, her juices, she was so hot. His knuckles brushed her lips, her own fingers. "Fuck, I'm gonna take it… never give it back." He needed to be inside, so he pulled back his hips before throwing them forward with force, the head squeezing inside with a luscious pop, he grunted with the effort. "Godddamn, that fucking hole…," he gasped out between moans of delight at having his tip force into something so tight.
Elle
Breath hitched each and every time it seemed as if that dick was going to penetrate her. She didn't know how much longer she'd be able to take this. Elle was desperate for that cock, she wanted it in her. He hovered over her, allowing the pregnant blonde to stare into his eyes. The hand still attached to her breast released itself and stroked the side of his face. "I want it, fill me up, please." Did he realize what he was doing to her? How badly she needed him? Apparently the feeling was mutual as he began pushing inside of her causing her to wince. "Take it, Daddy!" She squealed out as he continued to push. Pulling away from her he gave one good thrust and forced that thick, mushroom head inside of her. She screamed out from the intense feeling, hole fixed to that throbbing head with astounding pressure, wanting to close but finding itself unable to. "F-fuck me! Fuck me! Shove it in!" Voice was pitched high, eyes watering, the breathing of the blonde irregular.
Sylar
His own breath was irregular, as his face screwed up in pleasure, whimpering from the temptation he knew he soon would give in to. She always wanted a rough fuck, wanted him to slam home, Sylar's hips ground his tip in circles, trying to force her walls to stretch. Pulling out, her juices clinging to him, connecting his hardness to her hole, “Ready or not…," he muttered, spitting on his dick, he shoved it back in, getting in further. Sylar cried out as he got about halfway in, her sheath reflexively gripping; his hands grasping, desperate, but not actually closing on the flesh of her hips, trying to hold back from yanking her down onto him. His head was gripped by those smooth walls, driving inwards to her core. Giving her a few moments of grinding, his rough fingers teasing her labia, pinching at her clit, rubbing viciously. "G-gonna fuck the hell out of that pussy, break you apart, gonna f-fuck you, fucking whore, don't… tell me what to do!" His hips took a rolling stab in further, almost, he had to bite his lip, her wetness soothing, welcoming him, so soft.
Elle
He pulled out of her and she moaned feeling those walls contract a bit. It was a relief in all honesty, but she wanted him back inside. Him not inside of her just felt wrong. It was like he was meant to be there. He spit on that dick and she twitched with arousal. In a quick motion he slammed back inside of her, making her scream out loud. "DADDY!" He wasn't even all the way in yet. Clinging to him as of her life depended on it; she buried her face into his neck. She took some time to attempt to regulate her breathing, his hands doing their best to alleviate her pain. "S-sorry Daddy… do-do whatever you w-w-want. It's yours…. it's yours. L-love Daddy's c-cock…"
Sylar
Yeah, he'd heard that before, so he jammed his meat further into that not-so-accommodating hole, a low growl emanating from his chest. Sylar shoved her knees to the bed, legs spread wide as possible as he made short thrusts, in and up, searching for the raging river inside that only he could unleash. A slap of their hips was made as he sunk in, all out growling now, that felt so god. "Know I'm gonna take… whatever I goddamn want, and I want to cum hard from this slick, soaked pussy," he moaned. Yanking out, wet noises filling the room again as her hole was left open for the briefest of seconds before she closed. Sylar slapped his cock against her lips, her clit, rubbing it. Aiming, he shot forward, lewd smacking noises coming from his large hot sack slapping her ass, his hairy pubes hitting her clit and folds, her lips being crushed. His hand wormed back down to pull at her lips, away from her body to let them spring back to her body, trying to protect her womanly folds from his invasion. Sylar dug his thumbnail into her clit, not giving her the sharp edge, but angling it so it wouldn't scratch, didn't matter if it did, he could fix it. "I wanna hear you, baby, scream and shriek for me. Let me hear those sex moans, those fuck-me whimpers."
Elle
Yeah even though he could heal her she'd rather he didn't scratch her there period. It was the most sensitive part of her and the pain was sure to be traumatizing. Oh, she was whimpering and screaming but he apparently wanted more. "Daddy…" She whined out, her need for him obvious in her voice. He was really fucking the living hell out of her and she loved it even though it was excruciating. Those hairy pubes grinding against her mound was heavenly, she rocked herself into him as much as possible crying out. "Is Da-Daddy going to… fuck… fill me u-up? Want you… want you so much!"
Sylar
The fact that she wanted this, was begging him for more was what made him give a long groan. Sylar didn't pull back, instead gave a short, hard thrust upwards and inwards into that waiting dripping snatch. With every smack of their pelvises, Elle's tits bounced, her nipples so large and engorged that they bounced separate from her tits themselves. He watched them sway and jiggle from his motions. Sylar's mouth opened, animalistic as ragged noises were torn from his throat. After a while of his short bucks into her heat, he needed something faster. Pulling back, he fucked her with just the head, the rest of his meat still slick and cold outside of her pussy. His rhythm fast with just the tip of his instrument fucking her, the smooth penetration was hypnotic and addicting. Every time he pulled out, her ringed muscles would clamp, trying to hold him in. He grasped all around his crown, dragging his skin, slick with their combined fluids, out, then back then out. "Fu-, Jesus, yeah…," Sylar finally tugged at her hips, yanking her down further, closer to him, onto his thick phallus; jack-hammering himself inside, his groans and gasps, crying out whenever she'd tighten.
Elle
The bouncing of her breasts were extremely painful, but even she knew there was nothing that could be done about it, as she technically wasn't wounded so that axed out healing. Using one arm she wrapped it around herself trying to hold the jiggly globes in place, the bouncing becoming entirely too much for her to handle. Even with just the tip of his dick fucking her, it still felt something like a good six or seven inches was inside of her, that was just how big and thick he was. "More… more cock… please. Need to be filled." Elle wanted the whole twelve inches inside of her. She eventually got what it was she desired and mewled out, that pain beginning to disappear; pleasure taking its place. "Gabriel! Fuck me!" Hair bounced with their combined motions, the crests of those titties still managing to bounce for him.
Sylar
He loved giving her pleasure, loved fucking her hard and deep and fast and her loving every minute of it. Sylar snarled as she begged him to fuck her, watching her partially restrained tits, the curves on top, anyway, jiggling. Keeping his breakneck pace, he leaned forward, salivating, to slobber and suck all over those crests, grazing his teeth over her, tongue flickering. Of course, this new angle gave her pressure on her clit as well as driving his cock to her upper walls, to her g-spot. His hips, his cock were a blur in and out of that spilling, gushing pussy, filled to the brim with his cock. Sylar's thighs clenched as did his ass and hips, his chest heaving, panting over the cooling saliva spread over her tits. O-oh, god, it felt so good to fuck her like this, fast; hard. He splayed his legs back so he half knelt, half lay, bracing his weight off the baby bump with a hand, the other coming up to squeeze her tit over her hand, forcing it tighter. "Fuck… this, you fucking slut, you fucking cum for me, you drench this cock, baby; cum hot and hard over Daddy's dick, c'mon…," he nearly begged, a deep whine coming from him. Sylar's last resort was to buck his hips up while inside her, his pelvis brushing her clitty. Wet, slapping noises filled the room with their sex noises, not complete without their groans and whimpers.
Elle
A sparking hand clasped the back of his head, holding him against her as he slobbered all over her titties. She loved the feeling greatly. "F-feels… so good," she breathed out in exasperation. Her pregnancy status didn't allow her to keep up as vigorous a pace as she use to, the air from her lungs leaving quickly. One thing that Elle loved about Gabriel was the fact that he was unafraid to take what he wanted from her (sometimes anyway). When it came to fucking he was truly uninhibited and would do whatever it was she wanted no matter how nasty or kinky it was, because deep down he liked it too. "Ow… Daddy…" She whimpered in pain as he forced her to hold her tit tighter. It was the type of pain that never alleviated and only got worse with contact. The feeling of his hot hairy body against her was heaven. Sweat slid down the side of her face, her face contorted in agonizing bliss as she stared at him. "Gonna… cum! DADDY!" And cum she did, three hard times in quick succession as he pounded into her, eyes rolling back before she closed them. Juices spilled from her, splashing his cock and their inner thighs. "Daddy… Daddy…" She sobbed softly as the sensations still overcame her, walls clamping down tightly mimicking an automobile compressor.
Sylar
The electric hand to the back of his head made his eyes roll back, not in pain, either; she was so close to where his ability would be housed in his brain, his spinal cord; everything; it was all right there. Immediately, his hand loosened on her tit, massaging it instead, watching her lush flesh roll around in their palms. Sweat ran down his chest and the sides of his face as well, his back was coated. Sylar looked up when she spoke again, mouth open as a rough blade of lust shot into his groin, his gut. The sight of her orgasm was enough, any damn day. His back arched, body going stiff, breath catching in his throat, grunted whimpers escaping at every brutal thrust. Sylar watched her eyes roll back and he groaned a purely orgasmic noise as his face mimicked hers as she clamped down, probably the hardest she'd ever done. A ragged cry that turned into a long shout erupted from him as continued pounding her insanely tight snatch, god, that fucking hurt, but he was so far gone… Feeling the rush of her juices, his head jerked, cock going rigid; suddenly his slit was torn open with his own flood of cum gushing, mixing with hers; his white, thick, creamy jizz dousing every corner of her raw walls, his pelvis dragging slowly against her clit. Eventually he ran out of breath, feeling his thighs were wet, it must be her cum; his arms nearly buckled, he could feel his and her cum swirling inside her, for the moment held inside by his thick, unwilted cock head. The head on his shoulders slumped from its former position of being thrown back, to lolling to his chest, bonelessly. Sylar could feel Elle still jerking, shuddering against him in aftermath. "F-u-uck… me…," was all he could utter out.
Elle
Hips still continued to bounce on her, even after their orgasms. Warm, thick cum filling her at least for now. When that cock left her tight hole it'd no doubt be fountaining out of her. "Can't… go on," she nearly whispered. She just held him to her, completely spent. Kisses were place on him wherever she could reach with her lips (mostly the top of his head). "Daddy, wanna lay down… tired." She wanted to keep him inside of her, yet she couldn't exactly lay on top of him because of her stomach.
Sylar
"What?" He asked, breathless and confused, "Where's my energizer bunny?" He sighed, leaning up to kiss her, since he knew that's what she wanted. Tugging her all the way down, so she lay on her back, still too tempting as he was still too hard. "Here," he said, taking a hold of her left thigh, raising it as far up as it could go. Sylar lay back, then moved her leg over his body so he remained buried within her as he also knew she wanted; he lay behind her, settling into a spoon. Sylar toyed with the idea of pulling out, just to piss her off and to see what she'd do. How could she be tired? She'd never been this tired when they fucked before. "Everything okay, angel? Did I hurt you?" He shifted his hips to get a little further inside, feeling the squish of their cum inside her womb and swollen love channel. Large hands trailed through her hair, the other wandered all over her body, dipping between her legs, fondling her clit and labia, caressing all over her belly.
Elle
She returned his kiss and as he tugged down her, her back to his chest before he turned them over on their sides. He still wanted to go on, and she still wanted to go she just couldn't. "Sorry," she stated catching her breath. She moaned as he pushed himself further inside of her, scooting back against him even though she couldn't go any further. "No, no… You didn't hurt me, Daddy. Just, breathless, exhausted." Like stated before this wasn't like the times where she wasn't pregnant and could go on and on. The baby put a lot of… stress on her body. "Love you, silly bear," she gasped closing those ocean blue eyes of hers. Maybe if he fucked her like this it wouldn't be so much of a strain on her.
Sylar
Now this blew without blowing for Sylar as he was still hard as a rock within her. "No, its okay, I didn't even think about the position." He nuzzled her throat, determined to ignore his erection. Yeah, right. He didn't want to pressure her into anything, make her feel that she had to keep up. "Love you," he murmured into her skin, trying not to hitch his hips for friction. "Angel? Are you up for more?" He asked, tentative. Frankly, with her ass pressed to his groin right now was tempting. Sylar ran his hand over it, his other going to her tits.
Elle
"Y-yeah… let's just stay like this. More comfortable." She rocked back against him as much as she could moaning, wiggling her ass about. "Feels so nice, Daddy." Head was turned to look back behind her, Elle obviously wanting a kiss and maybe some face snuggling too. "Do you want to feed me Daddy?" She certainly wouldn't mind having that cock between her lips. Gabriel was more than aware of her love of cum, his cum, and having his cock in her mouth.
Sylar
Contradictions much? "Stay like this", no "feed me". Sylar did enjoy her moaning and her squirming back onto him, how the hell did she know what he wanted? Sort of. Dark heavy lidded eyes looked back at her as she turned, so he leaned forwards. He brought his lower arm around to cup her face and hold her there as he slowly, gently, plundered her mouth. His long wet muscle slid, caressed, and tasted her saliva, her mouth, her tongue. He couldn't help but moan into her, gasping at the end, but staying close and keeping her the same. Their hot breath mingled in each other's mouths. "Yeah," was all he could get out, his voice course. Now normally, he'd love a blowjob by itself, but he'd just proposed…again, and he was trying to do things right. "That involves me pulling out, angel, you do realize," he half-teased.
Elle
That kiss was met with an enthusiastic response, tongue sliding and gliding with his. That moan of his was trés sexy, "Okay." He agreed to it, but then he informed her that he'd have to pull out in order to do so. Now Elle was deeply conflicted. She wanted her fiancé inside of her but at the same time she wanted cock in her mouth. "I can't decide," she groaned. Moving back and forth against him, she closed her eyes, thinking. "Yeah, you can pull out. Wanna taste you."
Sylar
He did so like that she thought his noises were sexy, he could probably turn her on, make her dripping wet using only his voice. Sylar hummed into her mouth in answer to her answer of her answer, etc. Hadn't he known she would be? But he knew her answer before she said it, so he began to slowly pull out, placing a hand low over her pelvis and mound, curling his fingers in a bit against her skin. His eyes narrowed as he concentrated, slowly pulling his erection from her warm sheath. God, her walls clung to him as he gently removed himself, doing so in the end with a wet pop. Surprisingly, no flood of his or her cum poured out. Not surprising to Sylar as he'd planned that, he was holding the cum inside her. Why not? Wasn't like she could get pregnant twice. His cock was streaked with their fluids: his precum, cum and hers. Keeping his hand on her to indicate that she should stay put, he knelt over her, sitting in front of her now instead of behind. Sylar lay down facing her feet in the sixty-nine position, while Elle would have to lean a bit to get as much of his cock as she would undoubtedly try to choke herself on. She would be comfortable and less… exhaustible. He laid kisses all around her pubic area, his stubble probably scratching, but it couldn't be helped and would cause no serious damage.
Elle
"Uh… Daddy…" She released as he pulled his thick cock from her tight, clenching heat. She nuzzled her face against the pillow rubbing her legs together, a blush on her cheeks. He turned his body around, lying towards the foot of the bed, his cock positioned in front of her face. Awww! Wasn't he just the sweetest wanting to return the favor as well? That's what she loved about him. He always wanted to get her off too. "Oooh, what do we have here?" She said with a smirk taking hold of his cock in her left hand. She extended her upper arm so she wasn't laying on it, and cupped his balls. Body squirmed pleasurably as he placed kisses on her intimate area, Elle herself stroking his wet, hard member. Leaning in closer she extended her tongue and took a long swipe at the fluids coating his shaft. "Tasty," the head was placed in her mouth and that tongue immediately went to work giving pleasurable yet gentle laps and flicks.
Sylar
“Oh, that?" Sylar shrugged, grinning. Immediately, she tore a groan from him as her soft treatment of his cock head. She had the best tongue and she knew it, she never let him forget. Elle always knew just where he wanted it. "Oh…….yeah?" He murmured into her mound. Thrusting out his long middle finger, he began to trace all over her sex. Mound, pubic area, vulva, clit, hole, the cheeks of her ass. As Sylar did this he wet his lips, god, he wanted to taste that. Her pussy gushed with her own juices as he teased her, she was already red and swollen from earlier, it made him hungry to suck down her lips, eat that sweet pussy up. Laying sloppy wet kisses all over her slit, lips sucking slightly as he pulled away each time. Extending his tongue he laved his saliva into her slit as he slowly slide his slick organ over her.
Elle
The use-to-be company girl, scooted herself closer to him as much as possible. Pink tongue still worked the tip of his dick, dipping in and out of the slit. Actions were slow and gentle, fingers kneading those large orbs he called balls slowly and tenderly. With a slight smack of those lips she pulled away, tiers glistening with saliva and cum. "Daddy… feels good." Lapping at his shaft she cleaned it completely of the previously excreted fluids moaning. The strokes given to his cock were agonizingly slow, Elle taking the time to look at it closely, examining it as if this was her first time seeing and feeling it. "Daddy why is your cock so big?" Lips went back around that thick tip, three inches of hard meat sliding in her mouth.
Sylar
Sylar whimpered; this was already sheer torture. She knew every last spot he wanted that tongue and made use of it, of his body. As she lapped and sucked at his length, cleaning him in the best way possible, he frowned in pleasure as he spread his own muscle over the width of her cunt, laying it flat over her. Sylar kept licking her like this, very slow, hardly enough of what she wanted, anywhere near her clit or her gushing hole, dragging his tongue over the entirety of her pussy, working her juices back into her smooth, pink flesh. God, how he hated and loved her long pauses to examine his thick cock. He gasped out, hot breath panted directly onto her pussy, "’Cause I'm a big boy, made to pleasure this pussy." Spreading her puffy, luscious folds, he kept up the same rhythm, lapping slowly over her opening, but so far from being inside her hole or sucking on her clitty.
Elle
Whining with that cock in her mouth she sent delightful vibrations through his phallus. Toes curled softly from his delicate licks, Elle loving every moment of this. "Love… cock… cum… in… mouth… please." She picked up her face a bit sucking him like any lover and future wife should, with care and determination. Elle's main goal was pleasuring him; she wanted that sticky white all over her face and the insides of her mouth. She wanted to bathe in his jizz.
Sylar
Sylar couldn't remember the last blow job she'd given him that was this slow, this gentle. Her hot mouth made him want to thrust, so damn bad. Elle was his one and only lover, he only wanted that mouth, pussy, tits, and ass; they were all his; no one else's. Sylar knew she'd pick up her pace if he teased her long enough, no pun intended, and that she did. He sucked in her lips, this tugged at her clit, but not how she wanted it. After doing this for a few moments, he began to lap faster now at her lips, tongue flickering fast and juicy between her labia, brushing the soft tip over her hole, the side bumping against her clit, just barely. He moaned low in his throat, which also vibrated through her core. Sylar was going to make her writhe when she came; eating her, tonguing her slow and sensual like she wanted. Her nectar tasted so good, hot, delicious, pouring from her for him, onto his waiting tongue to be swallowed and spread around her pussy.
Elle
Scooping up some precum with her tongue, she moaned and pulled away, rolling the substance on her tongue. Eyes closed as she concentrated on the taste before swallowing it down. "I want to cum… all over your face, Daddy." She ground her hips against him, body jumping up ever so slight as her clit got just a bit of contact. "So good Daddy… so good." She rubbed her face against that cock, the soft yet hard, warm meat feeling great against her skin. Squealing lightly she gripped it and shoved a good six inches of it into her mouth, choking. She didn't move, her throat muscles had did enough for her, contracting and expanding over his dick.
Sylar
A long choked sigh ran through him as she took more cock into her wet heat she called a mouth, her face, while smooth, wasn't anywhere near as warm and certainly not wet, although he probably left a saliva-precum trail over her skin. Sylar growled as she began to grind, oh, yes, this was it. "Gonna fucking cum all over my face," he wanted to add 'whore', but this was supposed to be romantic of sorts. He rolled his own hips; not getting deeper, just getting motion as her throat sucked him in, tight, pumping his thick head down her esophagus. Delighting in the sensations, the idea that his pregnant and swollen fiancé was choking down on him because she couldn't get enough of his cum. Sylar moved his mouth to suck hard at her hole for a bit, gathering her juices to swallow. Soon his full lips wrapped around her aching, exposed bud; pulling at it before fluttering his tongue under the protective hood it hid under. Think she was grinding before? His hands spread her further, dipping in to tease the pad of his rough large fingertip flat over her vagina; not penetrating, but rubbing over it, barely dipping in to the indentation.
Elle
Throat muscles continued to work that cock as she choked and groaned, hips really working into his face. She wanted more of his hot mouth, more of that tongue on her clit. Elle played with his balls shaking them about, eyes clenched tightly. That cock was released from her mouth quickly and she gasped out for air coughing a bit. Kisses were placed all over it before she took in more air and shoved back into her mouth. Again choking. She pulled all the way out and shoved it back in repeatedly, basically fucking his dick with her mouth. This was done about fifteen more times before her own orgasm hit, juices splattered his face thereafter, hole constricting.
Sylar
That hot pussy begged for anything he had to give, and he did have a lot. His mouth wrapped around the whole of her pubic mound, taking her clit in the center as he suckled gently, feeling his heavy orbs being swayed around. Sylar wormed a hand down to grasp her throat, pulling her away, he didn't want choking, even though her throat was heaven. He groaned out something to the effect of 'no, don't want that.' as he held her in place as he fed her the fat, dripping tip back into her willing cavern; fucking her with the head, delighting in the amount of suction he got there and feeling his skin being pulled into her mouth. Soon her hips jerked, none to violent or obvious; but he knew what it meant; so Sylar shifted his mouth down to suck at her hole; drawing her orgasm out of her core and into him, he moaned to bring it about and it did. Elle's pussy juices poured down his throat as he sucked, taking more in, lips getting swollen, tongue lapping at her to dig more cum out.
Elle
As he pulled her away from that cock she whined, but nodded. As long as she got more cock in her mouth she really couldn't care. He held her still and placed the head of his dick in her mouth and began to fuck her that way gently. The tip of that salami was great and this way was better because it allowed her to taste him and drink his coconut milk when he exploded in orgasmic glory all over the insides of her oral cavity. She was coming down from that orgasm, her tiny hand working at his cock harder while the other tugged on that sack, an electric charge emitting from the tips of those digits hitting his nuggets ensuing great pleasure.
Sylar
Her noises traveled up his cock, hitting his ears and caressing down his spine. Elle tugged on his sack, making the head jerk inside her mouth, then she shocked his balls. Sylar's entire body shuddered, his cock seizing up, growing rigid. From his lapping up of her cum, he cried out ending up whimpering, oh, god, that just felt so fucking good. She felt so fucking good. Sylar laid soft kisses on her clit where she wanted it, beginning to rub his finger around her juicy hole; occasionally making as if to penetrate her womanhood, but slipping out before it could. Placing his upper lip on the hood of her clit, he began to mouth at it; lapping motions of his tongue at the heated, engorged bud, giving her a much faster rhythm, fingertips beginning to rub harder at her vagina, but still gentle.
Elle
She felt the twitching of that cock and thus began to suck harder, but soon realized that he wasn't going to cum yet so she pulled away still stroking. "F-feed me Daddy… I'm hungry." Lips wrapped back around it as she sucked on him as if his cock was a snow cone. She wanted to suck all the cum and precum from him, and to speed this whole process up, she gave his balls another delightful shock. Soft slurping and contented moaning sounded. Lips were smacking around him, as wet noises emanated from her stroking that wet cock. Squelching noises in addition to that signature frap, frap generated from that cock. The corners of her mouth were saliva covered and she was drooling, spit dripping from her chin. In response to his own oral expertise muscles began to tighten as her third orgasm of the night burst forth from her.
Sylar
He growled, unable to hold it back, as she sucked on him like a wet vacuum. He broke away, just long enough to murmur, "Jesus……" into her intimate folds. She shocked his balls again, his hips beginning to shift, rolling, so close to thrusting into her mouth for more. He could hear her slurping and sucking on his rod. Sylar mewled into her pussy as she stroked him, lathering him with his own precum and her saliva. He began to make short jerks of his hips into her mouth, bucking against her soft, wet tongue, the head trying to get stimulation, well, more of it. Sylar could feel her tremors and knew she was clamping down, writhing for something, for him. He shoved his middle finger into her hole, twisting it around, keeping it deep and straight as she came, her juices exploding around his finger as he pulled his face away, turning it, but still getting drenched. Her cum covered the left side of his face, dripping to the right, getting in his hair, everywhere, down his neck even. He lay there, panting for a moment, still screwing his digit into her walls. "Cum for me once more………..then Daddy will feed you……….you keep sucking on him like that, baby," he gasped out, mouthing at her soaked pussy.
Elle
Cumming a third time wouldn't be hard at all. Her movements allowed her to rub her clit against his knuckle as he fingered her still. She nodded her head, pumping away at his dick still delicately slow. When he came, she wanted him to explode. Everything she did had to be deliberate and teasing. The need to swallow him his essence down was almost overwhelming. Elle could keep Gabriel's cock in her mouth all day to be honest. Well, the pain from having her jaw worked may have been overwhelming, but it was something about a dick. His dick that held some type of mystical power over her. It was impossible for her to have it next to her lips and not suck it. Another orgasm hit her, not as powerful as the previous but she'd given him what he asked for, now she wanted her treat.
Sylar
Sylar grunted in appreciation. He loved when she took what she wanted, grinding herself onto him. Ever-so-slightly, he curved his finger inside her hole, rubbing her silky, soaked walls. He gave her a slow, easy slide in and out, pulling it out completely on the outstroke, to push it back in past her lips, giving her sweet button some play. Her muscles fluttered and she came again, barely clamping down. Sylar frowned. That wouldn't do at all. When he said he wanted her to cum, she would ask how hard, how juicy and how tight. A weak, after-orgasm was not in the books. "Not good enough, angel……" he purred roughly, his voice getting deep and gravelly from her teasing of his needy meat, "You know you can cum for Daddy better than that…….." he taunted. Sylar's hips made short bucking motions, gradually increasing his depth into her mouth; eventually tickling her uvula, the back of her tongue where it connected with her throat, scraping himself down into her further, groaning. He gave her that single digit in her hole, kissing again, a little harder now at her clit.
Elle
She could've pouted right then and there and threw a temper tantrum when he denied her delicious cum. Whining audibly she moved herself closer to him. That cock went further down her lips and she started gagging again and choking. Elle knew better than to disobey him, as it may only make him angry and no doubt prolong what it was she wanted. Oh god… she needed him to cum, hopefully he did so on her tongue and not down her throat she wanted to taste him. Teeth bit down on that cock sending him a nice pleasure-pain, repeatedly and lightly chomping down. She reached a hand down to rub his stomach, moving the palm around in slow, gentle circles on his skin. She moaned out around his cock, obviously trying to say touch her more, but the sound was muffled. Hopefully he understood.
Sylar
And throwing one would definitely not get her what she wanted and he'd be doubly pissed. Not that he was pissed, exactly at her lack of powerful orgasming, just……a little…….put out. As for disobeying him? He'd fuck her all night if he had to, never giving her his cum any of the three ways she wanted it. Her teeth scraped his hardness and he grunted roughly, suddenly, before giving a feral growl that rumbled out of his throat. Teeth stabbing at him, then starting to chew a bit. Sylar got a heady feeling, knowing his release was close from that action alone; he thrust in past her teeth, pulling back, then repeating, fucking her mouth despite her fangs. Is that how she wanted to play, huh? Suddenly, Sylar forgot why he was supposed to be gently teasing her, and he bit her clit, lightly enough, but none-too-comfortable, either, thrusting two fingers into her. She wanted more, he'd give her more. He was soon reduced to gasping, chest heaving, breath hot against her clit.
Elle
Elle was tugging on his cock with her teeth, tongue still pleasurably working him. Her biting had the exact reaction she hadn't been expecting. Him biting her back not a part of the plan. "Ugh!" She started coughing around that cock and gagging, the pain something she wasn't use to. Whimpering and whining he thrust two fingers into her and that action made her cum hard body convulsing in orgasmic bliss, juices splashing out literally squirting from her hole.
Sylar
Sylar felt her teeth raking over his skin, how could she expect him to sit and take that, pleasurable or not? Of course he bit back, he was pretty sure that by now she'd be aware as to who exactly she was marrying. As he forced his digits into her soaked hole, she clenched down hard on them; her hips bucking aimlessly into him as his mouth sucked at her clit, hard. Jerking his fingers from her, he placed his mouth over her flooding lips, sucking her down, moaning deep as he swallowed her fluids; his face, neck and hair a mess. As soon as she finished so much as oozing, he shot to his knees, cum-slicked face glistening as he sucked his own fingers, taking her cum from them before rubbing at her extended, large nipples, coating them with cum and saliva. His other hand went to her cheeks, pulling back most of his cock from within her as he did so. Sylar left the head in her mouth as he began to pump her with that hard and fast, squeezing her cheeks so her lips puffed out pink and wet to his invading tip, also tightening the sheath he thrust into. Throwing back his head, he clasped at her breasts, rolling his hips to get more, he groaned, long and loud before his cock got even harder; balls clenching up as the head swelled in her oral cavity, his precum coming more plentifully before his cock bucked in her hot tunnel; cum being torn from his balls as her smooth lips and suctioning mouth got him off; pouring himself into her mouth, much of it spurting past her lips to coat that soft pink surface. His white load filled her mouth with his baby goo, thick and hot as he arched his back; jerking the shaft as he dripped thick spurts of jizz into her mouth.
Elle
Oh she knew exactly who she was marrying, it was reason she agreed in the first place. He sucked down her juices and she squirmed as he suddenly shot to his knees removing that hot mouth. He rubbed his wet hands all over her body especially her tits. Those large, rough hands gripped the sides of her face forcing her mouth to form a tiny "o" and he fucked her lips with the tip of his dick jerking it all the while. Oh yes! He was finally about to give her what it was that she asked for. Tongue worked his cock, left hand rubbing herself down below. Eventually he began to pour that thick, creamy ooze from his cock. It was like her mouth was over the nozzle of a super soaker and someone just pulled the trigger. The taste was delicious to her and she swallowed down, the volume allowing her to taste as well. Cum spilled from the corners of her mouth, off to the sides, across her cheeks and got in her hair. She pushed him back, just enough to move that cock from between her lips. Cum spilled down her chin, her face messy. "Stay." She turned around, head pointing in his direction and she stared at him from upside down, that fat rod obscuring her vision of his face. She didn't wrap her lips back around it; instead she gripped his dick hard and gave it a strong stroke upwards towards the head. Elle wanted him to see as she held her mouth open, letting the cum seep from the head and basically drip into her awaiting mouth, moaning all the while.
Sylar
Sylar whined as she suddenly pushed him, taking her hot mouth away from him, he wasn't finished with it yet. Sylar moved to grasp the back of her head and impale his still throbbing meat down her throat as punishment for daring to pull back. He grunted hard as her strong, tight stroke, milking more of his ejaculate from his balls, spurting from his slit to drip down his head to fall into her mouth, his own opening in lust. Goddamn, that was hot. "More……." Was all he could rasp out in his condition. His balls were swollen, his cock still hard, it would be for quite a while yet; he never softened quickly. His cum was still backed up it seemed, judging by how bad he felt the need to cum again. Sylar wondered if that were possible, to make a normal man cum twice, immediately, or near immediately.
Elle
Oh she was definitely going to give him more alright. She continued to stroke him, more cum dripping into her mouth, she allowed him to see the substance on her tongue before she closed her mouth to swallow opening it back up to show that the cum was gone. Males were visual creatures and the sight of this act was sure to get him off. She stroked his cock faster, drawing more beats and globs from the tip. The movement didn't exactly angle it right to fall in her mouth so it fell on her cheeks and skin with tiny splats. White cum drops littered her face as she held her mouth open. "Aaaaah!" She groaned out with her tongue extended as if a doctor was going to examine her throat.
Sylar
Sylar whimpered as she swallowed his cum, his thick fluids, his face screwed up in pleasure, it wasn't enough. He still needed to cum again, but this wasn't doing it. So he rolled his hips, thrusting his meat back into her mouth, kneeling around her head almost, his head thrown back. Sylar began fucking her mouth, "S-s-suck, oh, god, suck me, baby, su-uck……." Was his demand/plea. He bet that how well she sucked, she'd get him off twice in quick succession; his large hands worked the rest of the shaft that didn't cram into her orifice, beating himself into her as he roughly grasped his balls, kneading them. "Ooh, come on, come on, c'mon…….!"
Elle
Her face was sprinkled in tasty white. He placed his head back into her mouth and began to fuck her face. Good thing he didn't shove it down. Elle was going to suck him as much as he needed it, wanted it. Elle wanted him to cum just as much as he did. His orgasm meant more delicious semen for her, and today Elle was cum thirsty. In the back of her mind she wondered if someone could seem them from the window. It was a hot thought. Cheeked sunk in as she sucked for all she was worth, tongue working that cock and uppermost region of that thick vein.
Sylar
His breath hitched, locking in his chest as she sucked like no other. Face screwed into a mask of pleasure as she worked her tongue where he needed it, his hips rolling. Sylar gave a hard squeeze of his balls and the cum that had been aching to shoot out, finally did. His thighs shook, back and ass muscles tensed and waiting. The head was sensitive to the touch now, burning as his white sperm spurting erratically into her mouth, not in his usual quantity, but considerably more than any other man. Sylar cried out, working his length more as she tenderly suckled at him, which was almost too much now. "Oh…….oh….uh…….g-go-od………fuck………" He collapsed over her, his cock in her face still, buried in her mouth, slowly going limp; his thighs on either side of her face, one hand supporting himself as he gasped into her belly. Jesus, he felt weak loose, his eyes glazed. Eventually, in a burst of energy, he rolled himself off her and onto his side, and arm spread over his eyes as he relaxed, hoping she'd crawl onto him like she loved to do. Sylar's chest still heaved, god, that felt good. And who gave a damn who saw them? This was his smoking hot fiancé who just blew him and made him cum twice, well, three times, but twice in a fast row. Probably a bunch of lonely agents anyways, jerking off in a van or apartment somewhere with a monitor or binoculars.
Elle
Yes! Yes! More cum spilled forth and she gagged and swallowed down, wriggling her head about from side to side. Absolutely wonderful. He fell forward over her and she gave a muffled shrill. He smelled like masculinity, sex, and cum a most pleasurable combination if she did say so herself. His cock softened and she sucked it clean as much as possible before he pulled out. "Mmmm, Daddy," she cooed after he'd roll over, Elle crawling on top of him and laying her head on his chest. "That was so good." She sucked the cum off her lower lip, feeling the cum on her face in the process of drying and being a tad bit sticky. She nuzzled into his chest smearing his essence, panting out. "Thank you, Daddy."
Sylar
Sylar gave a throaty sigh in response, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Humming, oh, it'd been good, alright. He felt her smearing his cum over his chest, damn, she needed to clean up before that stuff dried. He managed to remove his arm from over his eyes to look at her, lids heavy, eyes hazy and dark, but getting lighter back to their usual chocolate hue. "Welcome," he rasped out, voice more than a little rough, throat dry. Dimly, he realized that he was a mess, too. "Bath," he croaked, next, making a show of pushing her off, but not moving very far.
Elle
She listened to the sound of his beating heart allowing her eyes to close. When he spoke up she sat her head up and bit resting her chest against him. "Bath?" That's apparently what he said as he was indicating her to get up. "Okay." She sat up and started to walk around. "Daddy, where's the bathroom?" She opened a room, a room that had been virtually empty. Hmm…was this, "A nursery?" It was the perfect size to put a crib and Elle couldn't wait to begin painting and putting up other decorations. She turned around and started to search for the bathroom more. "Bath, bath, bath, bath, bath," She sung out two hands on her belly.
Sylar
"Mmph," was his reply. He took a deep breath, shaking his head to clear it, then got up, he looked up as she discovered the nursery. Sylar grinned, opening his mouth to answer her, when she went looking for the bathroom again. His face softened as he watched her; she was so breathtaking, so he stood there a while, watching her search, buck naked; his eyes gentle brown before he blinked, snapping himself into action. Sylar opened his mouth again when he heard her singing to herself, the cutest thing he'd ever heard, "bath, bath, bath……” he threw back his head and laughed a deep, amused, happy laugh. He hoped she'd sing for baby. For some reason, her cuteness endeared him to her, making him gentle, just as her sparks made him restless or relaxed, depending on how and when they were used. How her voice could calm him or upset him, usually calming, her eyes could flash or drown him. He followed her as she finally found it and he flicked on the water as she was walking to do just that, grasping her hips and pulling her back into a hug. "Hmmm……" he said, nuzzling her shoulder.
Elle
The water turned on and she moved her hand away, and yelped and let out a girlish giggle as he pulled her into him. This was just so amazing. It felt like they were getting back on track. Going in the direction that they'd intended all along for themselves. "You're comfy," she told him, happy smile on her face as she let him hold her as long as he wanted. The nuzzling was extremely comforting, it was the type of contact that she loved above all else. "Daddy going to wash me up?" She asked sighing.
Sylar
Always, that's how long. She felt so good, just to have something to hold; somehow it was still a wonder to him. Sylar grinned as she called him 'comfy', "I think tall is the word you're looking for, angel," he teased. And as far as nuzzling went, he couldn't resist, he loved it when she did it to him, almost like marking her with his scent, not that he needed to, judging by her belly, the ring on her finger or her cum-splattered face. Sue him, an animalistic display of affection. "Mmmm, a'course," Sylar murmured into her skin, his hands running all over, gently and slowly. "Bet you feel so good in the water." Absentmindedly, he TK'd over some washcloths and towels close to the tub as it soon filled. "In you go," he said, holding her hand to let her step into the bath water. He got in, settling behind her; the water coming to below his navel as he helped her sit down between his legs, her back leaning to his chest. Elle's golden head came to rest on his pecs and he leaned down and buried his nose in her hair, while his arms went around her, warming her belly with the hot water and his large hands.
Elle
"Nope, nope. Comfy. My cuddle bear." He could nuzzle against her as long as he wanted; she lived for the intimate contact. And as far as marking her went, whatever he needed to do to claim her was fine. Keeps all those yucky perverts in the outside world away. "Yay," she cheered when he confirmed her question. "You think so? I bet you feel good." She held onto him and lifted her foot up to get in the tub. With her current figure she was pretty clumsy and could fall easily if she wasn't careful. He sat down in the water behind her, and she sat down in his lap feeling his cock on her back side. She giggled and ran her hands through the water and splashed a bit. It's been so long since she was able to take a bath. The facilities in Building 26 didn't exactly appeal to her. If Gabriel wasn't around she wasn't stripping down and getting naked. This was definitely a big plus. Those hands on her belly were comforting. Apparently a warm bath was a good thing while pregnant; helps alleviate pelvic pain and what not. "So what was Daddy laughing at?"
Sylar
He'd never, ever admit it, but he loved the pet names she gave him…..most, anyways. Sylar was fairly sure that knocking her up with his baby would to the trick of fending off said 'yucky' perverts, of which he was one, technically. He didn't think she was clumsy, but she was pregnant and it was slippery. He hadn't taken a bath since he was…….very, very young. If ever. He let out an amused breath as he imagined his parents, or parent, whichever one, pointing a hose at him as a baby to clean him off. Sylar sat back and watched her, like a little kid herself, utterly content. "Huh?" His reveries were interrupted as he watched her play and splash. He wouldn't tell her no. "Oh, that. You were singing so cute." Made me happy, he thought. He rested his head back against the wall, there was no better feeling than this; the sensation of getting powers got bumped as he could get that from anyone and it was fleeting, even if the abilities stayed. Sylar watched her ring flash in the water.
Elle
Him and his manly pride. At times it was extremely annoying but at times it was also very cute, how he'd never admit to certain minor things. Oh, and Gabriel wasn't perverted, not by any means. He just loved her body, nothing wrong with that; she was his fiancé after all. Elle could see why he didn't take a bath, he was so tall he had to practically bend his knees to adequately fit, but that was okay. He was her own personal pillow or… floatation device, whatever. "You like my singing?" She asked with a giggle. "Maybe I'll have to sing to you more often?" He didn't seem to like it very much when she listened to music in the car… but maybe it was the music itself that was the problem. "So what's next for us? I kind of can't wait to get started decorating the nursery."
Sylar
Of course he had pride; he was a man, a very powerful and special one now. And why on earth would he admit to something that she'd tease him endlessly about? Giving her that would be like handing his self-esteem on a platter, not that she'd butcher him, but he didn't like to be teased for being un-masculine as it were. Few and far between, he liked to keep it when he could. Sylar did so indeed love her body, hence why he rubbed all over it in the water. Well, there was his height, but mostly because it was time consuming, taking a bath. Running between the shop and his mother hadn't left time, not that he'd have stopped to take a bath anyways, so he'd always showered. Sylar's knees were bent to accommodate himself. Plus, bath-taking was kind of girly, you know, luffas, and bubbles and candles and whatnot. Not now, it wasn't, it was great, but if he'd done it be himself? He'd never even thought about doing it. "Of course I do, I love your voice." Granted, music genre choice? Not so good. Singing, excellent. "Sure, if that's what you want, that's what we'll do. I can't wait either." He nuzzled her ear and hair before a brilliant idea occurred to him. "Hey, angel…….what if I make the crib? I can paint it if you want, oh, and maybe a rocking chair for when he wakes up in the middle of the night?"
Elle
She wouldn't tease him over something as silly as a pet name. Did he honestly think she emasculated him? Elle didn't think so. That wasn't her intentions when it came to teasing him, it was usually just to get him to blush, laugh along, or be just a tiny bit uncomfortable. Elle loved her masculine Gabriel. And yes it would be kind of weird if she found him taking baths by himself with candles and what not. Only with her was it acceptable. Though if he did it, she really wouldn't care to be honest. If he loved baths then just… he loved baths. "Goodie," she wiggled her toes and fanned them from side to side. "Ooh, so Daddy wants to be a handyman and build it from scratch, huh? Will it involve you sawing wood shirtless and hammering things?" She bit her lower lip. "I think it'd be nice if you built it rather than bought it, it'd be one of a kind and it'll be your first gift to baby."
Sylar
No, not……emasculate him, per se, maybe temporarily. But Elle tended to dig in when she found a good spot to tease and she wouldn't let go, so he tended to give her as few opportunities as possible in the very uncomfortable/embarrassing things category. He would totally feed her something if he knew she'd get a kick out of it and it didn't involve neutering. Oh, he knew it wasn't her intent, but it kind of happened anyway. If she ever, ever, ever found him doing that……she could shock him then and there, because he'd die of embarrassment, he just would. And Elle didn't need to worry; he wasn't likely to take baths without her anyway. 'Handyman'? Sylar's lips quirked. He liked the sound of that. "Uh, I was actually thinking of using my new toys to do it," Here Sylar waggled his finger in her face before continuing, "But of course it'll be from scratch," he replied, indignant, peeved that she thought he'd be the quickie-cheap-cheap to buy one and set it up. It'd probably break! "And I was hoping that……my delivering baby and……telling him how much I……how much I love him will be the first gift," he said softly, looking for encouragement. Sylar's voice dropped down further as he nuzzled her shoulder blade, "And I'm never gonna tell him he's a disappointment, unless he needs to be corrected. And I'm never, ever gonna tell him he's not good enough, or not special enough," he whispered into her skin.
Elle
She did too let go! Hmph! Gabriel was just a big softie at heart, and that was actually what she loved about him. And there would be absolutely no killing of her baby daddy/future husband. She loved him very much and she needed him. Just as long as he didn't do something….completely disgusting or unforgivable. "Yup, that's what I said." She giggled as he waved his fingers, he just loved his abilities. "Okay, okay, sheesh! Calm down," she didn't think he'd be cheap if he bought one. Elle was sure though that most parents didn't build theirs from scratch. "I think you should… forgo abilities unless you really need them. I think seeing you sweating, will be… kind of hot. I can maybe make you a sandwich and bring you a fresh glass of lemonade… among other things." Honestly, she'd rather him make it, too; there were always those news stories of faulty cribs suffocating and killing babies. At least with his intuitive aptitude it'd be perfect. HIs next set of words had her squealing in excitement. "You're right. It will be, and I'm sure baby will love you very, very much." He was just being so very affectionate today! She loved it! She giggled as he nuzzled against her. "I know you won’t; that's why I know you're going to make the bestest Daddy in the whole world."
Sylar
Softie? Oh, how he begged to differ. And disgusting? Who was throwing labels, here? He didn't know what he'd do if he didn't have his abilities, if they somehow got taken away. Sylar wouldn't kid himself; he knew he'd be helpless if that happened. So helpless. Some parents did. "Oh, I see, just 'kinda'?" He teased, he knew her too well. His last words weren't meant to be cute and cuddly, he was dead serious. He frowned. Sylar wasn't sure that giggling was what he wanted to hear, but that's what Elle was feeling, happy. One of his worst fears was that he would screw up his kid for his own sake. Hell, screw the kid up period. Elle had so much faith in him; he couldn't help but wonder if it was too much, if he'd let her down, too. Look how far he'd be screwed over just from being told the wrong things and being naive enough to listen and for sticking around long enough to believe that it was true, for being dependant. Look at Elle. Sylar very much hoped the kid loved him, but he knew he shouldn't expect too much, he'd settle for not screwing the kid over and let the kid be devoted to Elle. He'd do what he needed to do. His mood was falling with his black thoughts so he kissed all up her neck, bringing his hands to cup her full, swollen breasts, propping himself up with her joy, knowing she'd infuse him with it, too. Sylar closed his eyes, and rested against her; he had to drink her in or be lost in his mind and he was so desperate to be happy, he wouldn't let it fade without chasing it. Elle helped, she always did, already he could feel his mood returning back to what it had been, the cloud passing.
Elle
Of course she'd been happy. Today he surprised her with a new home, a furnished home. Not only that but there was actually food in the freezer and the bedroom for the most part was already set up. The only thing the duo probably had to do was bring in their items from the car. Gabriel made her happy, and they'd just had amazing sex. One thing that Gabriel had to realize was that his gloomy thoughts would probably manifest themselves because he expected so less. It was all about the energy put forth. If he held baby and thought about screwing it up, that energy might seep into it or something. It was all about thinking positively. Head turned as she exposed her neck to him, letting him plant all the kisses there that he wanted. The water made her breasts feel better so she didn't mind his touches. "Daddy gonna wash me? Or does Daddy wanna hold me a while longer?" She was fine either way.
Sylar
He chuckled, "No, Daddy was going to dunk you, yeah, I'll wash you." Sylar called a wash cloth to his hand, getting half of it wet and squeezing out the water. He lifted her so she sat sideways on his lap so he could see her cute, cum-covered face. "Baby, who made a mess of you?" He said, pretending to be shocked. "Were you a naughty angel?" He inquired, raising a brow as he raised the cloth, gently smearing off his drying or near dried fluids from her face. "Look, you're getting clean!" He teased. Sylar couldn't resist, he really couldn't, not when she was so damn cute.
Elle
She adjusted her position and turned to face him smiling. His question made her giggle. "You did, Daddy," she bit her lower lip and nodded, "Very, very naughty." She closed her eyes as he cleaned off her face, being gentle with her. He always knew the right ways to take care of her and make her feel good. "Goodie, I like being clean." When he finished she opened her eyes and leaned forward pressing a kiss to his lips. Sometimes it was still so hard to believe that this was actually her life that she was living. Pregnant, in love, engaged. She was loving every minute of it.
Sylar
Sometimes he wondered that, too. If this was all a dream. Maybe he had died and gone to heaven, which explained his angel. He wondered how cute their kid would be with a halo. Sylar made sure to dry her, aware of how she hated water. His own face, neck and hair were still a mess with her own cum, but that could wait. Sylar leaned forward to meet her kissable lips, which he did, giving loving, tender kisses, holding her head so she couldn't escape. Calling a bar of soap to his hand now, without breaking the kissing. Sylar planned on lathering her and caressing every inch of her body. She made him feel so good, why shouldn't he return the favor. And get her clean after he'd made her messy.
Elle
He wasn't the only one who got cum in their hair. The man could really blow a load. Eyes closed and she leaned closer twisting her body as much as possible, small noises escaping her. This whole moment was just comforting. This place wasn't New York, but they could treat it like it was. Maybe they could watch movies and do other little cute things like they use to. She loved how he held her to him so she couldn't escape, not that she really wanted to anyways. Gabriel could be as greedy and stingy with her lips as he wanted to be.
Sylar
And she loved it and wouldn't have it any other way. Hmm, he did so like the sound of all that. Oh, how horrid. He was turning into a house pussy, a domestic. Not like he had much of a choice, he was……..kind of glad for it. Not that he'd say it aloud. He gave a small moan, not of lust, but just……something, he didn't know. But those were his lips, no one else's, so he took advantage of the fact. "You know……when I get home from work every day….." he said between kisses, tilting his head to get a better angle, clutching her to him like she was the angel who might ascend at any moment. "I'm going to expect…….you naked……..at least until baby's…….born, and then……..hmm, have a peach pie for me………and I want you to……..run up, jump up into my arms……….unless it’s a bad day………and kiss me senseless and……….maybe drag me off to bed……..then we'll eat something…….you've been practicing…….if it doesn't…….kill me."
Elle
His request made her giggle. Lucky for him she didn't mind fulfilling those requests, not in the slightest. "Whatever you want… Daddy. I'll bake you… tons… of peach pie." Whatever had gotten into him today she didn't know; he needed be this way more often. Then again, he had been very loving and caring, except for that day when they went to the birthing class. Well, he was at first until later on. "Wash up… then… make dinner… together and… watch a movie?"
Sylar
Gotten into him? He had a home, a job that he couldn't possibly keep or survive with his sanity intact, but he didn't have to worry about that just yet. Sylar had a beautiful fiancé and a baby; he'd just been sated with said wanton fiancé in bed and was now cuddling in the bath. What had gotten into him? Well……..yeah. He did try, he did. Most of the time he did an okay job, but maybe it wasn't what she really wanted. Sylar was forced to walk a fine line, well, many of them. Perhaps too many. Be special, but don't stand out. Be special, but don't kill. Look, but don't touch. Protect his family or make them happy. He pulled away from her lips finally, panting a little. Now he wanted to get washed and take a nap or he was going to drown. And then he'd get pruny. And Elle would just hate him for that. So he lathered his hands and began at her neck. Sliding down her soft column quickly, over her shoulders and back, collarbones and breasts, okay, he lingered there for a bit, teasing her soft nipples, then her ribs and arms and over her belly, all over her concave dome. The same dome that housed his baby. His. Baby. Another flick of his fingers brought the removable shower head down and turned it on nice and warm, spraying down her hair on the gentlest setting. Next he gestured the shampoo to him, which he squirted into his hands, lathering it with water. "Always wanted to do this," he admitted, blushing a bit and not from the water or her proximity, either. And with that, he dove his fingers into her darkened hair, getting the soap everywhere into her scalp, massaging pleasurably. "You know they say……..that children who grow up with physically distant mothers tend to be psychotic, hostile, depressed, and aggressive? That simple touch can make all the difference." She didn't see, her eyes were closed, but his own gaze went somewhere far away, thinking about both their childhoods in that regard. It wasn't pretty. Sometimes he wished he could remember his childhood, but most of the time he was glad he couldn't. Sylar gathered up her long hair, trailing soap into every hair meticulously.
Elle
Someone really warmed up to baby big time. She was glad for it. He trailed over her skin with that soap and she felt good. It was so relaxing. Elle was glad that they had that moment at the pool in Texas, never before would she have thought about taking a bath with him. He helped her discover that she could prevent herself from electrifying the water and thus doing more normal things. Really made her happy thinking of the things she'd be able to with baby. Maybe one day all three of them would be taking baths together. The thought made her smile, having baby in her lap while she sat in his. She closed her eyes as he sprayed her hair with that shower hose, Elle a bit uncomfortable having water on her face; she trusted him though. "Wash my hair?" She asked curiously. "I knew you loved it." He was massaging her scalp rather nicely and she was sure he was doing a good job on her hair. Sigh escaped her. "I didn't know that…" Voice didn't do anything to hide the shock and amazement. "Well we don't have to worry about that, because I'm going to love baby and never want to let it go." Elle didn't remember much of her childhood either (as he already knew). He probably could've brought her memories back with his newly acquired healing, but Elle wasn't so sure she wanted to remember every little thing. Honestly, she was content now, so what difference would the past make? Not like she could go back in time and change it.
Sylar
Was he? Oh, god, Sylar in 'Nesting Mode'. "Yeah, they say that's why it’s good for you to get a massage or even get your hair and nails done, in your case. Sex, intimacy, cuddling, any of that." He worked the shampoo into her hair before rinsing it off, taking his time. "You know this reminds me of…..Disney Land, when we went grocery shopping, when I made you breakfast…..twice, when I took you to the park……." he mused aloud, palming a towel which he smooshed to her face, without warning, drying it before taking it away seconds later. He resisted the urge to chuckle, smirk, or laugh. Handing her the shampoo innocently, he said, mock-seductively, "Do me?"
Elle
"I see… maybe we need to have sex as often as possible then," she grinned as he rinsed the shampoo of her hair. Eyes clenching together tight, still uncomfortable with the feeling of her face being dampened. "You think about those things, too? And here I thought I was the only one. What makes you think about it?" Suddenly her face was dried off she grinned. "Uh-huh, gimme," she took the bottle gently from his hands and set it at the edge of the tub. Suddenly she took the nozzle and shot water directly in his face and started laughing childishly. "I got you…" She sung.
Sylar
Sylar smirked right back, "Like we don't already? You think you could handle much more?" He asked, he didn't think so, their size differences were too…..vast. "Of course, I think about it," he said, not really paying attention, but that changed when she grinned at him, that sadistic spark in her eye. Sylar's eyes narrowed, tilting his head at her as she snatched at the bottle, setting it aside. "What are y-?" He got that far and that far only before she grabbed the nozzle and sprayed him in the face, he got water up his nose, in his mouth, which was much more acceptable as he turned away in vain, his hair being moved around and falling into his eyes as the stream left him. Wiping his face off, pushing his hair away, he narrowed his eyes again, this time dangerously. "Let me see that for a sec," he rasped, holding out his hand.
Elle
"No!" She grinned holding the nozzle close to her chest and turning away from him. "I'm not stupid; I know your evil plots." He was just going to spray her back. Elle never really said it, but he looked pretty sexy with his hair wet. Anything was better than the gelled back look he loved to sport oh so much. "Close your eyes," if and when he did so she'd gently wet his hair rubbing it before setting the nozzle down… out of his reach (though that wouldn't stop his telekinesis). Picking up the shampoo she poured the contents into her hand and wet it, rubbing those palms together. She turned her herself into him more so that her she could sit facing him. Leaning forward she press her breasts to his chest as she began to work the shampoo into his hair.
Sylar
He smirked, the evil one, she knew him well, "Never said you were, now, an-geeel……." he purred, eyes alight with evil flame. Well, if he looked sexy, and she liked it, he'd like to hear it. And, hey, every so often he'd spike it for her. Close his eyes? He raised a wet black brow. What, so she could do something to him while he couldn't see? Sylar sighed, giving in, closing his eyes. He heard the nozzle turn back on with a hiss and he twitched as his hearing was so acute, closing his eyes further, expecting another blast in the face, but all he got was a gentle spray to his hair, then he heard the hose retracting a bit, then lathering hands? Yeah, that's what it was. Sylar felt the water move, feeling her……breasts on his pecs then her hands gliding through his thick hair, he gave a throaty sigh. Oh, that felt good.
Elle
His hesitance didn't go unnoticed in the slightest; in response she just gave him a faux innocent grin that was full of mischievousness. For the time being though, play was over, all she was going to do was give her sexy fiancé a nice hair washing. She giggled as he twitched, "So antsy, not gonna do anything, promise." She rubbed through his hair, body (and thus breasts) moving against him which felt extremely comfortable. Concentration was paid to the side of his head, as that was a place that people spent the least amount of time on. "You have really nice hair," commented she even though she'd known that forever. Elle loved running her fingers through his hair or just simply touching it. Unable to resist, she took this time to place a gentle kiss to his lips as she continued to lather his scalp. "Love you."
Sylar
Hmm, that felt nice. It felt like a massage to his scalp, he instantly melted. "Thanks….." he managed to mumbled out, in danger of falling asleep from her ministrations. Sylar felt something, warm pink lips brush against his and he kissed back. His dark eyes opened, looking at her, mouth quirked in a small grin, "Love you." He liked this a lot. Breasts, body, water, shampoo. Elle encompassing all of that. Sylar's head lolled as her hands ran through his black hair, it felt particularly good behind his ears. Funny how different it was, her washing his hair in comparison to when he did it. He always got in the shower, scrubbed down and got out. Washing his hair was never high on his to do list, merely falling under hygiene; his shampooing was always quick and efficient. This…….This was totally different. It was love. Knowing someone appreciated his hair, even though there wasn't much he could, or would, really, do with it. And damn, if it didn't feel great. So he told her such, "Feels……s'good, angel……." He'd love to fall asleep right now, but the prospect of a cramped neck and cold bathwater was not appealing at all.
Elle
Elle liked it a lot, too. She loved… taking care of him. Hopefully that had a lot more moments like this. Well, Gabriel was no different from the average man, they hardly ever really bothered to enjoy a shower for the relaxing experience it truly could be. Elle always made sure to take long showers, where as he was in and out at a fairly quick pace. "Good, I want it to feel good." She was just finishing up and dipped her hands in the bath water to rid them of the suds. "Close your eyes," she told him as she picked up that shower hose, spray his head while one hand massages his scalp making sure to get all of the shampoo out. "Almost done…" She clasped the back of his head and made him lean forward to adequately rinse him clean, sitting up on her knees a bit. And where was his face? Pressed in between her soft mounds. "There you go Daddy, all done." She set the hose down.
Sylar
Sylar hummed in response, too pleasantly numb to do otherwise. Eyelids fluttered closed at her command. He felt her hand on the back of his head, pulling him towards her to get the back of his scalp. Sylar found his face buried between her large, wet breasts. How could he resist temptation like this? Eyes still closed, his hands rose to massage her globes, knowing how sore they got with his baby, mouthing at her soft flesh. He moaned a bit into them as she finished, the water running down his face, neck and shoulders. "Thank you, angel. That felt wonderful," he murmured into her breasts. Now he didn't want to leave these. So a large hand trailed around to her back, rubbing her spine, her muscled, smooth back, keeping her close, while his other hand went to her knees, gathering them up. Sylar scooted back, kneeling, then standing, taking his wet fiancé with him. He was definitely going to have to do this again when they were horny; he looked at the sparkling water droplets on her skin with envy; they were going to go to waste today. Setting her down on the plush rug, he called two towels to his hand, a smaller one for her hair, and a larger one to dry her with. Sylar began to pat her down, starting with her shoulders; how could she make shoulders cute? next were her arms, rubbing gently down their lengths. Then her breasts, which he patted at ever-so-lightly, knowing that even the soft terry cloth would be uncomfortable. Swooping the towel tenderly over her belly, the one that held his baby, he reached her hips, then, kneeling, he went down one leg. Then coming back up to do the other, patting her feet dry as well. He stood again and gathered her hair up, squeezing the excess water from the strands before immersing it in the towel, rubbing it around to dry it.
Elle
The attention Gabriel paid to her breasts were definitely welcome, he always did make her feel good. "You're welcome," her own arms wrapped around him as she rested her head on him completely and utterly content. In a few moments time he went scooping her up and stepping out of the tub her in tow, setting her down on the soft surface of that rug. It was cold outside of the tub, but not for long as he took the opportunity to dry her body off, Elle smiling at the feeling. This was something that a girl could most definitely get use to every now and then. The pampering and spoiling definitely told her how much he cared for her. Squeal escaped from her lips as he tried her hair off laughing childishly. "Thanks. Does, Daddy want me to dry him off?"
Sylar
He grinned, "I don't care, I just doubt if you can move around that easy, is all." Oh, no, this was not pampering. When he wanted to pamper her, she'd know it. And he hoped it showed. Sylar called a towel to himself and began to scrub dry, wrapping the towel low around his thin hips, reaching for hers to wrap it around her as well. Grabbing the last towel as he walked with her out of the bathroom, unplugging the tub as he went, he ran the cloth over his hair, scruffing it up in the process.
Elle
"Good point," okay so drying him was absolutely inconvenient. Eyes went to his flaccid cock as he dried of causing Elle to blush. When he wrapped the towel around her and escorted her out of the bathroom she sighed tiredly. "Now what are we going to do?" She asked going back to the bedroom and sitting down on the bed, scooting back and curling up on her side laying in the middle.
Sylar
Contrary to popular belief, he didn't suffer from raging hard-ons twenty-four-seven. Just……a lot of the time. He caught her staring, then blushing. Sylar raised a brow, looking down to see what the fuss was about. Apparently nothing; yeah, so he was big even when flaccid. He shrugged, giving her a pointed look in teasing, then walking out with her. She lay on the bed, in the middle, again his jet black eyebrow rose up; he made to get on the bed, giving her a shooing motion so he would have room. He had much bigger shoulders than she did, and a good thing, too. "I think we should take a nap," he said, catching her sigh. He lay down on his back, turning to look at her.
Elle
She moved over as he indicated and watched as he laid down. "Nap?" She questioned. When he turned to face her she immediately agreed moving in close to him, wanting as much bodily contact as possible. "Okay, we can take a nap." After all that sex and cumming over and over again a nap didn't sound too bad after all, and they did just take a nice bath after all. A kiss was placed his chest as she laid her against it, closing her eyes. "Sweet dreams, Daddy."
