| Appearences by: | Sylar, Elle (Baby Noah) |
| Season: | Season 2 |
| Episode #: | N/A |
| Date: | March 18, 2007 |
| Total Deaths: | 1 |
This log contains language, violence and sexual material.
Elle
Two days later and the psychotic, now engaged, couple were in Texas. More specifically they were in a nice ritzy hotel. There really weren't many tenants as it was March, too early in the year to be vacationing. It was just their luck that Texas was considerably warm though, well, it was Gabriel's luck. He had the magnificent idea of wanting to go swimming and Elle vehemently protested. "I don't know how to swim! And I don't know if you noticed this or not, but me and bodies of water don't mix! You'll get shocked!" Did she need to remind him once more of the disaster that was Ripper's attack in Chelsea? Elle had laying back in the bed, wearing nothing more than a silver night gown, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders.
Sylar
As usual she looked fantastic. "Yes, I know, of course I noticed, and I'm sure I can handle it. You never know, you might like it," he shrugged. "I'm going with or without you. You are welcome to join." Sylar stripped down to his black boxers, raising a brow at Elle as he did. As the traffic at the hotel was at bare minimum, he went down to the indoor pool in its own separate building. He took a bathroom towel down, just like the hotel staff didn't want you to. Sylar was anything but shy. He saw no one on his way down or when he arrived. He dipped a foot in the pool. It felt wonderful.
Elle
She was scared! She didn't want to go in the water. She couldn't protect herself! Then again, she could barely do that with baby inside of her. Frowning, she looked as her delightfully sexy man began to undress before her. "Fine… you go." She folded her arms pouting. He could be so stubborn sometimes. He left her moments later, after of course procuring a towel to take with him on the journey to the indoor pool. She groaned and looked at the door. Already the feeling of loneliness began to set in with his absence and she whimpered. Looks like she'd be taking the unwanted venture to the pool herself. Yippee…. Gabriel had better be lucky she liked to sunbathe and as such had a bathing suit on hand after she of course did some shopping.
Sylar
He knew she'd follow. She couldn't stand to be alone for that long. Sylar dropped off the towel at a table having his choice as the pool was deserted. He went to the diving board, getting onto the rough textured plastic, he jumped a few times, eyes focused on the blue water. Swinging his arms, before positioning them in front of him in the diving pose. Long, lean body arced through the air and slid smoothly into the perfectly temperatured water. Eyes closed, immersed in the soothing liquid as his momentum carried him further into the long pool. He came up soon after, running a hand through his unruly, wet hair, pulling it back from his face. He swam freestyle to the side of the pool opposite the board, doing a touch turn, he continued freestyle to the board side. Another turn and more smooth strokes, arms flexing. He felt his body surge with endorphins at using his muscles for exercise. He swam easily back to the other side by the door.
Elle
Looking herself over in the mirror, a pregnant vixen soon took her leave of epic proportions. Her nerves were truly getting to her. This was not something she'd been looking forward to. However, she and Gabriel had seldom time to do fun things together anymore, and maybe this would be most enjoyable. Heels click clacked down that path as she opened those glass doors. Elle had just witnessed Gabriel diving off of the diving board, landing perfectly into the water. The feat was quite magnificent to her. She had no idea he could swim that well. She saw a black figure (his own) plowing through the water, before he rose up conveniently next to her. She looked down at him, a hand on her hip. Elle wore a white, one-piece, coined cutout bathing suit, which displayed her curves but also allowed her pregnant stomach to stick out. Those engorged breasts of hers were pressed to her body to prevent any unnecessary shaking, the cleavage of those mounds highlighted. Band of gold outlined the swimsuit. Next she had a golden pair of Robeto Cavalli chained, detailed, leather sandals elevating her an extra four inches. Golden Stuart Weitzman bag which housed a variety of things. Golden Balenciaga shades glinted in the light, an onyx, hematite ring trimmed in gold by Kara Ross resting on her finger. Also donned were golden Juicy Couture earrings, crown studs, and a matching diamond crowned necklace. "Hi…" She lifted that delicate hand from her hip with a smile. He looked so sexy soaked in all that water, it was hard to keep her eyes off of him.
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Sylar
He noticed a pair of gold heels at his eye level as he began to do his next turn. He paused, smirking. Right on time. Dark eyes followed the length of her tan, shapely legs up to her jaw-dropping swimsuit. The angle he was at was also jaw dropping. Her belly was fully exposed, something that surprised him. He knew she wanted to look good, but she didn't understand that she looked fantastic, mouthwatering. Sylar’s dark gaze trailed up her soft skin to her top and his eyes widened taking it in. Hmm. Her outfit was white…….he wondered if it would become transparent in the water. Sylar looked up at her from underneath his wet brows, large hand again running through his black-in-the-water hair to push it back from his face, fingers dipping to take the water with it out of his eyes. "Hi," he replied.
Elle
Hair was pulled back into a very tight bun, not a single strand out of place. It allowed those earrings to be properly shown off. Elle truly radiated prestige, beauty, and grace to its fullest. If she wasn't a diva, then who was? "So…" she began a bit nervous and unsure of what exactly was suppose to be happening. "What exactly am I suppose to do now? Bag was placed down at the edge of the pool, sunglass removed from off of her head and placed within said luggage. Eyes darted over to his chest which looked absolutely tantalizing covered in water, thousands of droplets sticking to his skin.
Sylar
"Miss me?" he couldn't resist, grin in place. He placed both of his muscular biceps on the pavement of the pool deck, folding his arms, chin resting on them. "Let's start with taking off our shoes and anything we don't want to get wet," he began with. "Then you can come sit at the edge, here," he patted the cement to his left. When she did so, being careful not to touch the water, he slid, in the pool, in front of her, wary of his wet body. He TK'd the towel to him, drying his hands off, before giving her both his hands, palms out towards her. Sylar took her hands in his, fingers twined together. "Okay, eye contact would be appreciated, Elle," he said, noticing that she kept eyeing the water with great unease.
Elle
Nodding her head she couldn't help but rake her eyes across his form still. "Right… shoes… I knew that." Slipping those feet out of those magnificent, golden heels, she went to the spot indicated by him. Taking a seat, she made sure that her feet didn't touch the water; she had no desire to shock him possibly causing him to drown. She had never been so scared in all her life (well except when the agents threatened baby). His large hands took hold of her smaller ones, and she looked at the shimmery surface of the water with much apprehension. He really expected her to get in that? Why was she even going along with this? His voice snapped her out of whatever trance she was in, "Sorry…" Her eyes slowly rose to look into his. "Gabriel, I'm scared…" Her voice was soft, sparks of fear arching across her skin.
Sylar
"Its okay," he said in response to her shoe comment. And, now that he thought about it, if Elle panicked? She could easily kill both him and baby. He held her hands, waiting until she looked at him. Sylar held her hands, giving her a direct look, "Its okay. I know. But the solution is simple. You're here, with me, with baby, you're here with me now. Take a deep breath," he demonstrated, "and relax. I want you to forget about all the other times you've dealt with water, except showers. I know you take showers," Sylar droned, keeping his voice low and soothing. He didn't let her take her eyes off him. "Think of it as a big shower to get clean, at first, okay? It’s not gonna hurt you. I know you can control yourself if you want to, if I ask you. You know you will for me and for baby." This was all said before he made any, any attempts to get her in the water. His goal was showing her that it could be fun. Also it would help immensely if her one weakness was no longer one in the future. "Imagine giving baby a bath, taking a shower with me, soaking in a nice bath, a hot tub."
Elle
Elle tried to concentrate on the sound of his voice and really she did. It was so hard though. It wasn't the getting in the water part that scared her, okay it sorta was. She knew that Gabriel would protect her and she didn't have to worry about anyone attacking her with him around. Still though it was a weakness she'd harbored her entire life. Elle was more than capable of getting in bodies of water and being fine without generating electricity purposely, after all she did it in the bath tub. However, she knew Gabriel would be shocked even if she wasn't panicking, it was the equivalent of sitting in water with a plugged in hair dryer. It didn't seem like it was shocking anything, but once something entered the fray that allowed the electricity to flow into it, it would be certain doom. Gabriel continued to encourage her, telling her over and over again that she could do it if she really wanted to. Elle didn't know how she was suppose to stop herself from shocking him, she really didn't. She closed her eyes, letting the tears slide down her cheeks. Slowly but surely she began to reach her foot towards the surface of the water. The surface dented in some to move around her foot in reaction to the static electricity radiating from her. "I'll hurt you…"
Sylar
"Only if you want to. Think of it like at that class, when you were with me in my apartment and I didn't know you had a power, you had to keep it under control. Forget that there's water." He did so hate to bring that up. He kissed her, swiping at her tears. "It’s not gonna bite. This isn't your dad. You're with me and baby. Water's not gonna hurt you unless you want it to. All it is is molecules. You drink them, your body is made seventy percent of those molecules," Sylar soothed. "Let’s get you calm first, I don't feel like dying after I've made a baby and proposed in that order," he said, humor tingeing his voice and eyes. He placed her foot back to the cement. "Talk to me, tell me about it, or talk about nothing, anything. We can talk about the wedding, but that might get you too excited. Anything, something easy and normal to talk about," he said, determined and patient. "Just talk to me as if we were in bed, no water around, just talk."
Elle
He kissed her but she was too distraught to kiss him back. She hated the fact that she couldn't let Gabriel's words influence her, that she was still scared even with him there. He moved her foot away from the water. Head rose as she looked up at him. "Talk?" There were so many things that they could talk about, the wedding and baby especially. "I dunno…" She wiped the tears from her eyes. "I… can't wait to get married…" She stated truthfully. Now really wasn't the time to talk about this stuff. She released his hands and stood up, making her way over to the kiddy pool. She was much more comfortable getting in that. Elle turned her head to look at him, indicating for him to get out of the water and follow if they were really going to do this. It was best to start small rather than big; she slowly stepped in the water without any problems, even going as far as to sit down in it. Now whether or not she could control herself enough to allow Gabriel to join her remained to be seen.
Sylar
He noticed. He didn't expect her to do a fucking cannonball into the water or something like that. "Yeah. Talk." He listened, "Really?" He was slightly surprised still, since it was him, Sylar, serial killer extraordinaire. She walked over to the kiddy pool. He grinned, not mocking, just amused. His eyebrows rose when she got in the water there, then sat in it. He hadn't seriously considered the kiddy pool, since he thought she'd think he thought that she was a child or immature or something ridiculous. Apparently he should have given it more thought. Hauling himself up out of the water, his boxers dripping everywhere like makeshift swim trunks did. He walked to the kiddy pool and got in. He didn't ask, just got in. "Tell me more. We've got time. I'm listening." He sat across from her to give her something to look at. He sat in as much as she did. Strangely enough, he didn't feel like an idiot, doing this now, considering the fact that such a large man was sitting in the kiddy pool. He supposed he should get used to it. First thing to go was probably his pride anyways.
Elle
Her tears had stopped but she still looked sad. Hands were over her belly as she waited for Gabriel to come over. Was he about to… "NO! DON'T!" But he got in the water anyways and sure enough… nothing bad happened. What? How was that possible? He just carried on a conversation as if she wasn't supposed to gravely shock him. Eyes just looked at him baffled. This certainly wasn't something she'd been expecting, not in the slightest. With this new development she calmed down. "I…" She swallowed, well… maybe it was best she just went along with it. Maybe this was some weird dream or something. "Well… I never thought that I'd be getting married or anything. And look, I'm sorry, Gabriel but this," she gestured towards the water and him, "is just too weird." She couldn't carry on with a conversation, she still needed to wrap her mind around what was taking place.
Sylar
He ignored her shriek, obviously, and got in anyway. He looked back at her, wondering why she was so paranoid about this. More the fool him, he'd just been trying to calm her down and distract her, make it easier. She wanted to sit in awkward silence which was fine with him. Right, because he and baby were just a weird dream. "Alright, alright," he raised his hands slowly so he didn't splash her. He scooted in the water a little further, having nothing else better to do. Water still felt nice and it called to him. If she didn't get it today, that would be okay, maybe they'd try again. "Can't wait to take baby swimming," he said softly, simply. She didn't even have to acknowledge it if she didn't want to. He looked around at the fancy hotel decor. He decided he liked indoor pools.
Elle
Indeed they did sit there in awkward silence that is until he spoke up again. "Yeah… I'm sure baby would love it…" May as well embrace this moment while she can. Who was to say those electrical forces wouldn’t take over once more and assault Gabriel in any minute. "So do you have any explanation for any of this?" Even though she was confused, that wasn't to say she wasn't happy that she actually overcame something. Maybe she'd be able to go with Gabriel and baby. She hoped so anyways. Moving closer to him she rested her chin on his shoulders, arm going across his chest as she held onto him.
Sylar
"What? Why I want you to learn how to swim, conquer your fear? Because it isn't always about torture, Elle. It’s a pastime. It's relaxing, its exercise and it’s a lot of fun," Sylar stated, smiling, but not wrapping his wet arms around her for obvious reasons despite how much he wanted to. Why wouldn't she be able to go with him and baby? Neither were going anywhere anytime soon. "Was that what you were looking for? I think it’s interesting how you think that I don't have reasons because you don't understand it. It’s just……..interesting," he idly commented, making small talk that she didn't have to answer should she so choose.
Elle
It wasn't that she thought Gabriel and baby were going anywhere… she just didn't expect that she'd be able to swim with them had they wanted to. "Yes… fun…" With Gabriel yes, but any other time hell no. "No… I mean… do you have an explanation as to why you're not spasming and coughing up blood or something. You're fine… which is strange to me." She could totally do small talk. This whole scenario was… strange. Usually she only got in a bathing suit to watch other people swim, and soak in the sun, not actually partaking in the task herself.
Sylar
Because she was just jumping for joy at the fun they were having. "Oh, that. I'd imagine it’s because you're calm and safe. Not to say I told you so, but……." he teased. "I don't see why that's strange. I know so many years of programming is difficult to undo so quickly. Yes, I'm fine. Safe and sound," was his drawled reply, raising his hands to his sides to show his well being. "If you want to see me spasming and coughing up blood, I'll see what I can do, but I'd really hoped we could avoid that if at all possible," he joked. She was asking questions; that was good. Any little thing helped.
Elle
"Oh…" She sat in silence for a few moments. "So, the wedding…" Maybe this was as good a time as any to begin talking about it. No one was around, and they had do so eventually anyways. "Uh… so what did you have in mind?" Usually it was the female who did all the wedding planning and what not (and Elle was no doubt going to do a lot of it), but she wanted to hear exactly what it was that Gabriel thought. What did he want the wedding to be like? When did he want the wedding to take place? And….just who the hell were they going to invite to the thing? It's not like they had many friends or people who held them very dear to their hearts.
Sylar
Yes, what did he have in mind? "Um……white dress, baby is born I guess since you won't marry me now, uh……..tux…….church……..a wedding." He shrugged a shoulder. "I do know that I want your hair down. And no panties," Sylar said firmly. Fuck, he couldn't wait to rip that wedding dress off her. He didn't know what he was picturing, but he knew Elle would go all out and it would be fantastic. "I……I just wish we had family we could invite, plan with, give you away. All that. Oh, well. We've been fine so far." They didn't need anybody else now. How laughable that statement was 'dear to their hearts'. Technically speaking, they had no one to invite. When? Apparently after baby was born and Elle slimmed back down, which wasn't going to be long, if it needed to happen at all, despite her fears. Where? Not a clue. He felt bad because he knew she wouldn't get bridesmaids, maid of honor, her mother to cry over her or her father to give her away. No bachelorette party.
Elle
She actually managed to laugh. Gabriel obviously didn't have any idea (or rather much of an idea). "Everything else I can definitely do, except the hair thing. I was thinking of having an elegant bun or something." No panties… "I could definitely do the no panties thing." Wasn't like anyone would be able to tell anyways, as for ripping her dress off? Hell no. This was a monumental moment in her life, and she needed to cherish that dress for as long as possible. What if baby turned out to be a girl? She could wear the dress for her wedding or something one day. On second thought… she'd have to get her own dress; it was all Elle's. "Sad… but yeah whatever. We really don't need anyone else. We're awesome enough as is." Elle definitely planned to do this wedding thing after she slimmed down and got baby out of her. She had to look remarkable for her wedding; so good in fact that photographers could use her for inspiration or something. A vixen really couldn't do that with her fucking stomach straining the material of her dress. As long as she married Gabriel she could deal with all of it. "Where do you want to get married? I was thinking some place with a nice view. Maybe lots and lots of flowers, sunny day, ocean view."
Sylar
No, he didn't have any idea. Hell, his whole proposal had been as spur of the moment as it got. He hadn't exactly had time to plan it out step by step. "What?" He nearly whined, "No hair? I don't want a damn bun," he practically pouted. And at first he hadn't meant literally ripping her dress, i.e. off, but when he'd thought about it, he really did want to rip it off. It would certainly show just how badly he wanted her, after all. She could make fucking curtains out of the dress for all he cared. They'd have pictures, Polaroid’s, or something. Girl? Daughter? The idea had crossed his mind but a few times in total. Another Elle? He'd only be able to handle them together in small doses. "How about…….California? We want to go back there anyways." he offered. Sure as hell not Texas. It was a goddamn barren wasteland of nothing but hicks. Take the Bennets for example. Elle was remarkably conceited. She may be correct, but that wasn't for her to say. It was for he, Sylar, her man, to say. But so much as to say, he'd take one hurdle, one bridge at a time, thanks. First came surviving pregnancy, then surviving labor, for him, then came diapers, no sleep, no sex, and constant crying/screaming from baby……..there was a whole list.
Elle
She giggled. "I just… I can't see me walking down the aisle with straight hair. Doesn't seem right. I'll do it for you though." She moved her hand around through the water; this was certainly something she seldom had the chance to do. If her dress got destroyed she was definitely destroying him. Surely he understood the sentimental value it would have. Her wedding dress would deserve more than being transformed into curtains. It needed to be put somewhere special, on a mannequin and illuminated for all those who visited to bear witness to. Also what if for their anniversary they wanted to get married all over again? There were lots of couples who did that. "California?" She was totally unsure about that. "I was thinking some place a little more… out of the country. But that's just me." Grabbing his hand she continued. "I want this wedding to be the best. I don't wanna half step anything." It was obvious that the event would take a lot of planning, friends and family or not. And getting married in Texas? It was amazing how such a disgraceful thought could even cross his mind in the first place. Hell at least Colorado, Elle saw pictures of the place in one of those geography books and it looked beautiful. He was surviving her pregnancy just fine, as for the other stuff…. well. A kiss was placed to his cheek as she nuzzled into his neck. It was nice to be his fiancé rather than his girlfriend. Wife kind of made her seem old… as did mommy… She still shuddered at the thought of being called that, but something told her that she wouldn't mind baby saying that, not in the slightest.
Sylar
"It doesn't have to be straight, you can curl it or something, put a bow in it, I don't care." Oh, god. One step at a time! Don't say 'anniversary'! 'Remarry', good god! "Well, you seem to have an idea, spit it out," he said, teasingly demanding. She took his hand. Best? He didn't want to wind up on some celebrity gossip magazine for 'Best Wedding of the Year' or something like that. "I want the best wedding for us; make us happy, as much as we can. I don't know about 'the best'," Sylar tried to explain, "I don't want to half step anything either." He hadn't been suggesting they get married in Texas, he was saying that was far from an option. Did she really think he was that retarded that he would want to get married in Texas of all god-forsaken (and Texas was god-forsaken) places? Last time he checked, Colorado had neither ocean view and sunny days in late Spring. If that's what she wanted, he'd go there; he had no qualms, either way. So long as it wasn't in Africa or somewhere weird, he'd go anywhere. It was indeed nice to say she was his engaged. Sylar wasn't so hot for the word 'fiancé', but he did like 'engaged' and 'wife'. A lot. Elle kissed his cheek, nuzzling up to him. To him, wife was just the age they, well, she, was now. Early twenties, wasn't that when it was supposed to happen? Same went for mommy. When he got tired of the words 'wife' and 'mommy' was when she was old and the kid had moved out and they were empty nes- dear god! Now he was doing it! Oh, please. Elle would melt like hot chocolate when baby said 'mommy' in its cute little voice. He wondered if he could possibly spin her own name to make her melt like that with his voice……..Worth a shot. He gasped suddenly, not sharply, exclaiming in mock-surprise, "Look at this!" Sylar pointed to her and the water, "You're-you're in the water!" He was totally joking. If she was comfortable enough to kiss and cuddle and tell him what she wanted? She was peachy in the water.
Elle
Well obviously everyone thought they were going to be together forever, so was an anniversary a hard thing to grasp? They would have many of them; Elle would make sure of that. As for her hair… curls? No. She wanted something that screamed high fashion, something straight… They'll talk about it more some other time. "Well, I want us to be happy too. I just want it to be something magnificent is all. Though Colorado didn't have oceans or anything of that nature, it most certainly did have amazing lakes with other beautiful landscape surrounding them. As for the weather, she was completely clueless. And Africa? Oooh! Africa actually did have amazing scenery in some parts! It was definitely worth a look into. Their wedding would be on everyone's lips, granted they didn't of course get attacked by lions, poisonous snakes, hyenas and other wildlife. The fact that "wife" appealed to Gabriel really wasn't surprising; after all he was the one who wanted a family, and had been brought up on traditional values and all that other jazz. In actuality though, Elle really didn't like the word husband… still sounded way too old for her tastes; but she'd get use to it. She looked at him, squinting. "You're just noticing that….?" What exactly had spurred that sudden random outburst? She then moved to sit in his lap so he could wrap his arms around her and baby.
Sylar
He didn't mean it like that, just……..one battlefield at a time. High fashion could go to hell for all he cared. Elle would look magnificent in a strapless, white, curve hugging dress with her hair down, all nice and fluffy. She'd look austere and plastic with her hair up, but it was, indeed for another conversation. Colorado was fine, provided they did it not around monsoon season. Africa, however, was way off limits. He was not wearing a damn full out tux in that heat, a loincloth, or a Hawaiian shirt to his own wedding. Well, what word did she want? 'Hubby'? So help him, that was not gonna fly. 'My man'? 'Baby'? No. Uh, he was teasing. It wasn't all that bad. Sometimes she threw such a fuss over something, while he did understand the reasons behind it. Take her own advice, get over it. She sat in his lap, facing away from him, his arms dutifully wrapping around her belly, the baby, and Elle. "No, of course not. I'm teasing; ring a bell?" Sylar snarked at her playfully. With his arms wrapped firmly around her, he began to scoot further into the water, smirk hidden into her shoulder. He was going to get her wet, one way or another. No, he wouldn't force her or freak her out as it could, literally, kill him and undo all the valuable work he'd been doing thus far. It was for her benefit.
Elle
High fashion could go to hell? Good thing he didn't say such a thing out loud or a diva truly would've laid into him. A divine being already had a vision of her wedding in her mind, and that involved her hair being in a bun, slicked back in the most tantalizing of ways, with a few loose tresses hanging down, perhaps a diamond studded hair clip. The dress was going to be of the finest caliber; inducing envy in all those inferior women fortunate enough to bear witness to a wedding of grandiose proportions; to a man of prominence and power. The location would also have to be one befitting of a vixen; it need be one of those places showcased in a brochure that people rarely got the chance to venture out to themselves. More deliberation on the matter was definitely needed. When it came to names for him, "hubby" actually was pretty acceptable to her. "Baby" wasn't something that she called him, but maybe she'd just stick to "silly bear" and "daddy". His strong arms wrapped themselves around her now pregnant (but normally lithe) frame; it was at that moment that baby decided to kick obviously appreciating Daddy's touch. Further they went into the water, but with him having her in his embrace like that she didn't mind that much, besides only an idiot would drown in a kiddy pool. "So… you never did tell me what you thought of my outfit, I picked it out just for you."
Sylar
Yes, 'high fashion' could go to hell. Elle didn't need that to look good. Well, that didn't say much because he knew all too well that she looked fantastic naked. But when she had to wear clothes, she didn't need that crap. Okay, he could be warmed to the bun. Man of prominence? Hardly. Power, yes. 'Hubby' was unacceptable. Maybe 'honey', or 'dear', but she'd have to use 'husband' eventually, sooner or later. Something told him Elle could manage to drown in a kiddy pool regardless. Yes, he felt the baby kick. "See? Baby likes the water," he commented, just to rub it in. "You mean your swim suit?" His eidetic memory came very much in handy as he thought back to his wonderful view earlier. "I didn't know I was supposed to comment. Thank you. You know you look edible," Sylar whispered, kissing her spine as he moved them steadily further into the water, getting her wetter as they increased their depth.
Elle
Yes, prominence. After all, he was a serial killer who managed to be on the news, and the FBI's radar, not to mention the Company. Elle looked good in anything that she decided to wear, she knew that much. Her fashion sense was truly astounding, everyone knew that. The prisoners back at the Company just couldn't seem to be able to keep their eyes off of her. And Elle was going to call him whatever the hell she wanted, he'd just have to deal with it, because sometime in the future he would be her hubby. "No, baby likes you." She wondered if baby could tell they were in the pool. "Yes, that's exactly what I mean." A smirk formed on her lips. She giggled as he planted kisses on her. "You're welcome, and if you're good today, maybe I'll let you have a taste." That hormonal, sexual appetite was starting to show itself again.
Sylar
That was more of recognition than prominence, but whatever. Oh, he knew for a fact just how the prisoners on Level 5 had stared, he'd been one. There was a simple reason behind that, and it had nothing to do with her style. He would be her husband, not 'hubby'. Yes, baby could tell. Fuck, surrounded by water and his mouth went dry. Well, it was chlorinated. She could show her hormonal sexual appetite any time she pleased, he'd be more than happy to accommodate. He still suspected her of a plot to kill him without her power. "And what constitutes as 'good'?" He had to ask, voice dropping in octave noticeably. They were now up to their elbows in the water, as they sat, Elle a little higher and dryer as she sat on him, which was more than fine in every way. He swung her into his arms, slowly, gently, and carefully. He began to walk to the pool.
Elle
"I think you know what constitutes as good; but if you want me to tell you anyway, it involves you not being a meanie." Taken up into his arms he began to walk them over to the pool. "Gabriel…" The apprehension in her voice returned, was she really ready to go into the adult pool? She really didn't think so. Closing her eyes, she buried her face into chest. She didn't want to watch when she entered the water. She handled the kiddy pool quite well and he got in the water, maybe it was time that she upgraded. "Baby says this is a very very bad idea." Anything to get him to not take her into the water.
Sylar
"I'm not being mean. This is for everyone's good. Yes?" Was his calm answer. He sighed a bit, that 'baby' stuff was not gonna fly. He knew she could do this; all she had to do was set her mind to it. If she kept this up, however, he would accuse her of not wanting to actually get over her fear, he'd say she liked it. Sylar wanted to tell her not to be a wuss, but that would be her father speaking, and he'd rather cut off his own arm himself than talk to her like that. "No, it isn't. We're gonna start out slow. I'll hold you and we'll do it gradually. No problem." He reached the stairs, stepping into the water. When he was up to his waist, Elle's butt was barely touching the water. "See?" He asked, looking down at her.
Elle
"I don't wanna see…" She did however open her eyes and god this pool was huge when you were actually in it. There was a ton of room to drown. She could do this though. Elle wasn't a quitter, she really wasn't. She'd overcome her fear somehow, she was just going to be a little slow in doing so. She liked being held in his arms. "Th-this isn't… so bad." She admitted, even though she was barely in the water. Maybe if she was lucky, she could stay exactly where she was now.
Sylar
That's what he'd wanted her to see in the first place, how well she was doing so far. And she didn't have to worry about drowning; she'd have to……..concentrate on her ability. "Okay, you don't have to," he soothing. "It really isn't. Tell me when you want me to move. We can do this as slow as you want." He was more than content to hold her while she did this. He knew she could. She was more than capable. So there he stood, waiting for her direction.
Elle
Maybe it was her desire to not kill him that was actually preventing her from doing so. The mind was a rather powerful thing after all. "You can move, just… hold me." Well, it was obvious that he was going to do that, but she had no desire to remove herself from him at all, at least not yet. She could feel baby moving about, and she could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, all of these things served to calm her down even further. What happened next she had no idea, just as long as her head didn't go under.
Sylar
Hey, whatever worked. He liked not dying. Didn't he know that? His own power was practically mind-based, brain-oriented, no pun intended. "Okay, tell me if you want me to stop," he murmured. Sylar took a large step into the pool. Elle was up to her hips in the water. He stopped there. "I won't let go. Not going anywhere you don't want. You are doing great," encouragement kept steady for her, holding her to him. Her skin was warm and soft as usual. He liked holding her.
Elle
She liked the fact that he liked holding her. Maybe they needed to talk to get her mind off of what was currently happening, but what was it that she could possibly say? "So… later tonight. What did you have in mind?" Hopefully they could go out to eat or something, they went to diners sure and ate breakfast at that restaurant way back when, but never before had they enjoyed a dinner. It would be nice to just talk, sip wine (or in her case juice) and laugh like normal couples who were happy to be together.
Sylar
He pursed his lips in thought. "I don't have any plans. Maybe watch a movie or something in the room. I don't know. What about you?" he inquired. She was correct; they had never done dinner. They really should go on a real 'date'. Ironic that they would begin to 'date' after she'd gotten pregnant. He would have laughed at the image of her 'sipping juice' like a kid out of a sippy cup. He supposed that he'd have to wear something nice, plan this all out.
Elle
Well, they did technically go on a date that time he took her to the museum and taught her all about the Neanderthals and dinosaurs. Elle found that to be very fun, not to mention cute. "I was… thinking we could go out to dinner or something? We don't have to if you don't want to, but I just thought it would be something nice to do." Elle never really got the chance to be taken out much, and she and Gabriel barely went on dates or did anything of the sort. She didn't mind it, but sometimes being cooped up in the house (or hotel in this case) got a little tiring.
Sylar
He ignored that, in keeping with his good mood. "Dinner sounds great," he responded, kissing her hair. Indeed she didn't and if anyone was going to take her out anywhere, it was him. It was more 'tiring' to her because she was hyperactive and easily distracted. Granted a hotel wasn't the best place to hole up in for entertainment. Neither was Texas for that matter. Oh, well. "Ready for another step?" He questioned, nose nuzzling her hair. How did her hair of all things manage to smell good?
Elle
Great! He loved the idea of going to dinner. Oh, now she just had to find something to wear. Something that would definitely ensnare him. Hmmm…but what? She'd cross that bridge when she came to it. It was best to think of outfits during the spur of the moment anyways. "Yeah," she gave a nod of her head; she was really warming up to this whole swimming thing. It didn't seem as bad as she made it out to be, and it wasn't like anyone was attacking her. Besides, if she fell into the water at least she'd know how to get herself out. Something else had been plaguing her, how come he never really got her gifts? Not that she demanded them or anything, but he never gave her anything of sentimental value besides that statue and that was kind of gone. She'd be getting a ring soon, but she was thinking of things such as lockets, flowers, teddy bears, etc.
Sylar
He took another step in the water. The liquid now to her ribcage. Well, frankly, he'd totally understand developing a fear of something if you were being chased. Wasn't that normal? He'd never…….really thought about that before. They couldn't travel with all the knickknacks she'd undoubtedly want. She was already getting a baby. They were fugitives running for their lives, shopping for romantic gifts was impossibly difficult. In his mind…….weren't they kind of……useless? He didn't need physical gifts or tokens. He figured she didn't either. Although he should have anticipated that she would. She was……..towards the childish side of maturity for the most part, especially when pregnant, apparently. And frankly? He would have no idea what she'd want. He got her food whenever and whatever she wanted. If he got her flowers, she'd say she hated the flower type or the color, or the bouquet as a whole. He was fairly sure jewelry was a disaster waiting to happen. Lockets? They still made those? And teddy bears? Seriously? Maybe for baby when the time came, but for a grown woman? But he had no clue as to her thoughts as he took another unasked for half-step towards (note the irony) the deep end.
Elle
She'd gone all her life without receiving any type of gift, and, well, weren't you suppose to get gifts from the person you loved? Sure she never openly mentioned it or anything but that wasn't to say she didn't want one. Maybe she could get him something too. Given the current circumstances (being fugitives), yes, it was rather hard to get an appropriate gift. But surely something small wouldn't matter. In fact jewelry might have been the best gift to get her, because it was easy to carry around. She didn't have to take it off, and where she went, it went. When it came to teddy bears, she loved them. They were so adorable, and soft. Getting one from him would be most appreciated. There were tons of grown women who received teddy bears from their spouses, it wasn't that odd.
Sylar
And he would realize that as soon as she told him. Teddy bears was someone……else's schtick. And that was truly pathetic. He didn't necessarily want her associated with that. "One more?" He asked, about to take another step. "If you want, I can teach you to swim," Sylar offered. He would understand if she wanted to postpone their swimming lesson. She'd eaten up a lot of ground today alone. He took the last step, the water near to her shoulders now. "Does it feel nice?" Genuinely curious if it did to her, at her age, just now being in a swimming pool for a recreational purpose.
Elle
She nodded. Elle was perfectly okay to take one more step. Maybe one of these days she will tell him that she wanted gifts from him. Though she was kind of hoping he'd make the decision all on his own. She really shouldn't have to ask to be surprised with trinkets and other items on a regular basis; it should be something he decided to do to prove his love to her. Not that it needed proving; Elle knew full well how he felt about her, but still. Every girl liked to be wooed and romanced every now and then. Surely he understood that. "I… don't think I'm ready for that. Just… just keep holding me." Head rested against his own, and nuzzled into him. "Yeah. It's okay." She really didn't know how to describe it, she felt so weightless though.
Sylar
It was a very good thing she hadn't spoken her desire for gifts aloud, or she would have popped his bubble wide open with guilt. Maybe she really shouldn't expect so much of him. He wasn't sweet little Gabriel anymore, things of that nature no longer came easily to him. "Okay, okay, that's fine. I will," was his reply, halting at the depth they were at. He let out a breathless chuckle, "Just okay? Wait til you try swimming." Sylar delivered with a grin. Water was hard to describe, but weightless was perfect. Sylar couldn't resist nuzzling her hair again in praise. She'd really surpassed herself. "You did good, Elle," he said to back up her feelings with positive reinforcement or whatever shit the psychiatrists tried to feed the ignorant idiots. He turned, still holding her, and began to slowly exit the pool. She gradually got heavier, yes, she was wet, but she was pregnant, too, and the gravity of the situation was not helping. It was easily handled however, as he was a strong man both in power and in physical strength. Eventually he set her gently down beside her towel and accessories.
Elle
"Yippee…." She still wasn't all too enthusiastic about the swimming thing. If it involved letting go of him in any shape or form then she wasn't with it in the slightest. "Y-you think so?" She'd been freaking out the majority of the time, how could she have possibly done good? Then again…she was Elle Bishop, going above and beyond was something she tended to do. Good thing that hair of hers was in a bun or it certainly would've been all over the place. Gabriel walked her out of the pool and placed her beside her towel and thus her bag. "That was… something…" She didn't know how to describe it. Taking out that golden, compact mirror she gazed into her gorgeous mug just to check her face. As expected it was still flawless. Closing it shut with a loud snap, she turned her attention back towards her fiancé. "What time are we going out tonight?"
Sylar
He had no plans to let go of her while she learned to swim. "I know so. I'm still alive, in my book that's a big plus. You didn't shock or scream at all," he told her, rubbing her back. "I'm glad. That's what it’s supposed to be." He ignored the useless beauty routine and answered, "Whenever you want. After I finish my swim. I don't have an agenda," Sylar smirked. He turned and walked back to the diving board. He knew if he was shorter he could do a shallow dive into the short end, but he wasn't, so he followed the 'rules'. Giving her a wink, he dove back in.
Elle
"Yeah… I guess I didn't." She could so do this whole swimming thing easy…Just not right now. Right now she needed to collect herself. She nodded at his words as he went to continue his swim. He climbed back up that diving board and she gave him a smile. Blowing a kiss to him, she giggled as he dove back in the water. Gosh, he was so sexy when he did that. "Be right back," she stated when he rose back up from the water. "I'm going to go get some ice cream." She was craving it. Taking her leave with that golden bag in her hand and stilettos on her feet, she made her way down to the vending machine not really all that far from the pool. Close enough for her to be able to scream for help should anything come about. Moments later she returned with a nutty buddy, already biting into the peanut covered, chocolately top. She sat back down on that towel, waving at him.
Sylar
The water slid over him and when he rose to do a turn she said she'd be back in a minute. He frowned. Miss 'I-don't-want-you-to-ever-leave' was waltzing out for ice cream. "Can't you wait?" For dinner, he meant, or when he was available, but she was already gone. Because, yeah, if she screamed with the door shut and him swimming, water rushing past his ears, he'd really be able to hear her. He ‘humphed’ but returned to his exercise, this time going for backstroke. While the pool didn't have flags above it to mark the distance from the walls, he used his ability to estimate instead. It almost surprised him how easily he could slip back into it, swimming. He'd done a hundred of freestyle and a hundred of backstroke by now when Elle returned. "Happy now?" he half-teased at his next turn.
Elle
Yes, she did often complain about him leaving her, and she didn't want to leave him either under normal circumstances. However… she had a craving, and she needed to satisfy it immediately. Waiting for him or for dinner wasn't acceptable in the slightest. Elle returned to still see him swimming, delighting in the deliciousness that was her ice cream. "Actually, very much so." She giggled along with him. It was nice being playful like this with him, "I have a surprise for you…." She reached in that bag and pulled out another nutty buddy. "Tada! I figured you might want something, too," if not she'd be more than happy to consume it.
Sylar
He wasn't giggling, Sylar didn't giggle. "Good," he responded drily, annoyance pricking at him briefly. "Oh, do you?" He replied, again propping his arms on the cement, leaning his chin on his arms again. He wasn't really curious, but he did it anyway. "Thanks. I assume its ice cream?" The man having no idea what this thing she held as if it were gold. He didn't really grasp the significance. Sylar was more than willing to try it, but he did want to eat dinner with her and be actually able to eat. Unlike Elle, his stomach's capacity had its limits, pregnant or not. He was flattered that she thought of him. "Sure you don't want to try again?" Teasing, already knowing the answer. He figured he was done; he could always come back later. He placed his hands flat and drew his wet body out of the water, calling the towel to his hand, beginning to dry his hair as he walked towards her, grin in place.
Elle
"How'd you know it was ice cream?" She stated, he might have had precognition but he wasn't exactly drawing shit. At times he had the tendency to be such a downer, much to her dismay at times; but it was alright with her. As long as he didn't over do it that is. "No, no… I'm done." Gabriel looked incredibly sexy hopping out of the water like that that she had to admit. Oh, the things they were going to do tonight. So she hoped anyways. As he dried off, eyes continued to scan his form, tongue jutting out to sexily scoop some vanilla from her tongue before taking it into her mouth. She held out the ice cream to him, whether he decided to take it or not was up to him. "What are you grinning about, Mr. Gray?"
Sylar
Unless she'd popped out for a quick sonogram and they were having triplets, he was pretty damn sure it was ice cream. That much wasn't hard to figure out. He hadn't meant to rain on her parade; in fact he'd said it as she brought it around her body to his view. "Lucky guess?" Raising a brow, "So I expected." The towel moved to his chest and shoulders. As he approached her, his eyes darkened, narrowing slightly as he watched her pink tongue stick out to lap at the very suggestive ice cream. Why wouldn't he want to do anything? He'd have to be dead and buried, not to mention deprived of all five plus senses that he had, not to want her. His expression to one of smug surprise as he reached for and took the treat, "Ice cream!" he said, chipper. Then he frowned at her. Looking down to unwrap his ice cream he then looked up and pointed to the right corner of his mouth, indicating her left. "You-….?" missed, is what he subtitled. He took a quick swipe of his ice cream. Keeping the cold confection on his tongue and when hers slipped out to clean the imaginary spot, he grasped her head. Pulling it towards his, inserting his ice cream covered tongue in her delicious mouth. He moaned at her taste and the ice cream.
Elle
Before she knew it he was grasping her head, pulling her mouth to his. Elle didn't know what tasted better, the ice cream or him. Whimpering, she wrapped one arm around him, the other one careful as to not drop her ice cream. Such an act would no doubt ruin the moment and force her to throw a hissy fit. Then again, Gabriel would probably give her, his. Though she'd be sad that he didn't have any because of her. Funny how those emotions worked. The thoughts of being his wife some day in the future just kept playing around in her head. This was one of the most anticipated things in her life, and sure to be the most important. "Love…you, Daddy," she panted out in between their kiss.
Sylar
He enjoyed the hot-cold sensation in his mouth, from the ice cream and the heat of their tongues. Sylar heard her and responded, "Love-……you-……too……." in murmured gasps before he slowly wound down their kiss before some innocent bystander happened across their…….activities that would ensue should they continue in this vein. Eventually resting his forehead against hers, breath a little uneven, hands still resting on her face. "Okay, finish up, let’s get ready for dinner or I don't know that I'll make it," an exaggeration as he had more control in many things than other men did by far. But somehow, without fail, Elle knew unerringly how to find his buttons. He wondered if that was why he, now as Sylar, liked her, because she knew just where to twist the knife, how she got under his skin. He recalled his towel and left ice cream from the floor and remained in the air, respectively. He began to briskly towel off before stripping off his boxers quickly. Sylar then wrapped the towel around his hips. He had no desire to walk in wet boxers that were not swim trunks. He reclaimed his ice cream, ready to head back to the room.
Elle
Their kiss slowly but surely came to an end, their foreheads resting against each other's. "Okay." With one final kiss, she continued to eat her ice cream watching as he prepared to head back to the room. She hardly thought that he liked her because she knew how to get to him; instead she figured it was because she was beautiful, intelligent, funny, and just awesome in all ways imaginable. Standing to her feet, she grabbed that bag of hers following his lead. Too bad she couldn't hold his hand or anything seeing as how both of hers were full; luckily he could always wrap his arm around her or something. "Have any idea where we're going out to eat?" Maybe he knew of a place from his travels here to kill Claire way back when. Then again maybe he didn't even bother to eat.
Sylar
"Not a clue. Know what you want?" He asked. Oh, he knew a place, but it wasn't a nice restaurant like the one, whichever, he wanted to take her to. But beyond that he hadn't bothered to eat. He could wrap his arm around her, but it would be awkward with her silly bag and he was still wet. They walked back to the room and arrived soon enough, he flicked open the door, not bothering with a key. He let them in and he went to his duffel to pull out some fresh clothes. "I'm going to take a quick shower so I don't smell like chlorine," he delivered over his shoulder as he walked in the bathroom. Hopefully she didn't need to use the bathroom, but he supposed she could anyways. Nothing new under the sun there. Well, technically there was, but…….Her bathroom breaks had been increasing, he knew this was because her bladder space was being restricted by the baby's growth.
Elle
"Not really… I'm thinking something fancy, something I dunno… that looks so pretty that you hardly wanna eat it." By the time they had made it to the room she'd already scoffed down that ice cream. "Take one with you?" She asked if he agreed she'd go in with him; if not then well… she'll wait apparently. She'd been in the water herself and smelling chlorine wasn't something she planned on. It was a good thing her hair had been in that bun; the last thing she wanted was for it to turn green. Oh, she'd bitch 'til the end of time itself. Indeed her trips to the bathroom had been becoming more and more frequent; it must've been his ability that alerted him to the reason, either that or he'd been reading the baby books.
Sylar
He handed her his ice cream, he didn't feel like finishing it and he knew she did. She offered to take a shower with him. He hesitated, sorely tempted. "You know I do, but what I want to be doing in the shower, you could slip and so………no. I'll be quick." Giving her a nod and a grin but leaving the door open, in case she needed in the bathroom for something. He threw off the towel, flicked on the water and flicking away the curtain.
Elle
He handed her the ice cream and told her no. That was fine with her (for now). He was nothing but a scream away after all. His explanation however confused her. "Okay… are you going in there to jack off?" She stated not at all ashamed or embarrassed to suggest such. That was pretty much the hint she was getting from his response. Still wasn't comfortable doing it around her, oh well. "I guess I'll just watch TV or something." He left the door open which surprised her. Flopping back on the bed she tried to find the channel for Nick, she needed her dose of cartoonage.
Sylar
He paused. Did she seriously just ask him that? Did he have a raging erection he didn't know about? He turned to her, eyes wide in surprise. He flung off the towel, standing naked, he gestured, "Should I be? I thought you said if I was good I'd get a taste? Should I be waiting, which for the record was my intent, or not?" He asked in dead seriousness. He wasn't ashamed or embarrassed either. "I'm going to get clean," Sylar stated, caught halfway between bemusement and shock, indignance was his primary emotion. And if he was, he would be doing it in the shower, so she wasn't far off. Maybe he should anyway, if she was still having difficulty taking him in during the act. He'd last longer. Sylar followed her as she walked and flopped to the bed. He kind of wanted an answer now.
Elle
Indeed she did ask him that. And while she waited on his answer she wrapped her lips around that ice cream taking some in, vanilla around her mouth. "Hmm… I guess you should be waiting. You have been good today." She shrugged and turned off as he handled his business. He followed her to the bed, and she stared at him. "Yes? Didn't someone have a shower they were supposed to be taking?" Vixens didn't have all day; she wanted to get in as well. If he didn't hurry up she was going to cut ahead of him.
Sylar
"Then I'll wait. Can I shower now?" Sylar inquired with a raised brow, teasing. He turned and went to the bathroom, stepped into the shower, flicking the curtain back again. Reaching for the soap and quickly lathering up, spreading it everywhere to get the salty smell off his skin. He quickly washed his hair. He stood there for a moment to relax after exercising, feeling his muscles unwind even further. He twisted the knob off with his mind, also moving the curtain. Calling a towel to hand and giving a quick (per usual) scrub of his body with the terry cloth, he stepped out, still drying his hair. "All yours," he informed her now ten minutes later.
Elle
"No one's stopping you," she laughed, placing a finger to his nose and giving him a tiny jolt. As he washed she allowed herself to fall into her cartoons; giggling here and there eating away at that cone; her legs kicked back and forth over the edge of the bed. Moments later, that nutty buddy was gone and Gabriel stepped out, looking absolutely lickable. "Okie doke," she hopped up, making sure to brush past him on her way to the bathroom. That bathroom door was wide open. She slowly stripped down; making sure that Gabriel could see everything that she did. Heels had long since been kicked off, and she removed her earrings placing them on the counter. Turning the water on, she stepped inside. Looking his direction she gave him a wink, before closing the curtain and washing.
Sylar
Oh, and he watched with rapt attention, too. The first thing to go was her suit; the peeling down motion caused some interesting jiggling. He tilted his head at her wink, before going towards his own clothes, doing a second pat down with the towel. Silly woman. If she wanted to get anywhere, she should know better than to tempt him with her body like that. If he hadn't wanted to jack off before……he would tempted to now. But he didn't, instead focusing intently on his nicest button up black shirt and he dug out a white wife beater to go underneath. He had a plan. He dug for his one pair of slacks that Elle had insisted he get. For a brief moment he wished he had cologne (or an engagement ring). But this would have to do. Swiftly pulling on the wife beater and dry, fresh boxers, after which he added his slacks and the one belt he owned. Sliding on his button up, he buttoned it until it was three buttons open at the top, the white beater visible beneath. He rolled up the sleeves of the button up. His hair was dry now, so he searched for his comb. Not really hunting; he always kept it in the same place and went to the secondary sink and mirror to slick back his hair as usual.
Elle
She smiled to herself while she was in the shower, standing there for a few minutes letting the warm water assault her body as it rushed from the shower head. Biting on her lower lip she took a deep breath before reaching for that rag and the soap, lathering it up until it was all nice and sudsy. The first thing she began to wash was her arms, followed by her chest, stomach, back, and then legs. She made sure to get all of the crucial areas before letting water carry the soap down the drain. Elle was so happy with how well things had gone today; she actually managed to swim with him without killing him or causing him severe pain. It truly was something miraculous. That water shut off and she stepped out, not bothering to wrap that towel around herself. She began drying off, that door still wide open to he could have a look-see should he desire. And now she was getting tired. Elle took a seat on the toilet for a few moments; she was getting a bit breathless. Standing up for too long was never a good thing. "Whew!" Standing back up she walked into the main room, smile present on her face. "Silly bear, I'm going to have to ask you to leave for a bit. I want my outfit to be a surprise."
Sylar
She stepped out dry, except her hair, and naked. His brow rose as he gazed up and down her luscious form. "Oh, that's real fair," he joked, "You've already seen mine." But he did as directed and stepped out of the hotel room. He went to go look in the lobby for some suitable restaurant brochures. It took him a few minutes to walk there, and he quickly honed in on the area he wanted. He took a brief glance, taking a few and walking back to the room, reading as he went. He found one and read the directions, knowing his ability would take care of the rest. He returned and read more about it, and the others just for the hell of it, as he leaned against the door frame outside.
Elle
"Not my problem. Now shoo, shoo!" She waved him off out of the room, locking the door when he exited. Definitely wouldn't keep him out, but might've slowed him down. Turning around, hair swinging behind her, she went to that suitcase of hers to pull out that dress she'd brought. She didn't think she'd wear it, but it looked too good to just leave in the store. It called out to her. She laid out her clothing on the bed before continuing to dry off. Once this was completed she slipped on that strapless, black, lacy bra with a matching pair of panties. Looking in the hotel mirror she turned to the side to examine her pregnant belly, and giggled. This totally wasn't that bad. The rest of her body was still fairly small; it was just her stomach that stood out. She went to retrieve the blow dryer, holding the handle one hand, and the plug in the other electrically charging so it'd work. Hopefully Gabriel was keeping himself occupied; she knew she was taking quite a while. When this was done she finally made her way over to that dress after putting her hair in an elegant bun, holding it together with a golden hair clip. Unzipping that dress, she stepped inside, allowing the red and black number to hug her every curve yet showing the right amount of leg. A giant rose corsage lay over the left shoulder giving it flare. Next she slipped on a pair of black and red shoes, thick, black straps holding them to her feet. Next she grabbed a red and black, Timothea puckered clutch, and placed in a pair of gold and black safari maltese cross earrings. Opening that room door she stepped out to see him outside waiting. "So… how do I look?"
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Sylar
His eyes widened as she stepped out, and it took him a moment to jump start his brain. "Amazing. You look…….wow." Chocolate eyes looking her up and down in wonder. Not that Elle should look so good; that was normal. But that anyone should look so good. How she still managed to look like an angel while wearing his demonic colors, he didn't know. "I might be a little underdressed," he remarked, but he gave her his arm anyway. They walked to the van; he led her around to the passenger side. Unlocking the van, flicking the door open and helping her in and starting it easily. As Sylar pulled the car out, he said, "I chose Japanese. Hope that's okay." He drove them for a while, knowing the restaurant wasn't too far.
Elle
As his eyes raked over her form, she blushed, grinning embarrassed. "Thanks," she looked up at him. "You look good, too." Elle always believed in dressing to impress and given his approval and praise, she no doubt did so. Elle hadn't even thought of the colors, the dress itself just appealed to her. It was different. "No, no… you’re fine. Perfect. You look very handsome." She took his arm happily, leaving against him as he escorted her to the van. Ever the gentleman, he helped her get in closing her door before getting in and doing the same himself. "I love Japanese actually." Very good choice on his part.
Sylar
"Perfect." They soon arrived at the fancy Japanese restaurant. He drove up the driveway, putting the van in park briefly as the doormen opened the door for Elle and he got out himself, leaving the door open. Didn't they just look hot with their snazzy government black discrete van. He nodded to the valet chief as he gave them a slip of paper for the van. He took Elle's arm as they walked in, the door being held open for them. They walked into a somewhat darkly lit, heavily decorated building that gave off the aura of 'expensive'.
Restaurant Seater
The seater greeted them in a Japanese accent, "Good evening. How may we serve you this evening?"
Sylar
Sylar inclined his head to the man, "Secluded table for two," was his reply.
Restaurant Seater
The seater nodded, taking hold of two menus and silverware sets he held his arm out saying "This way, please?" and they followed him to a corner booth with high benches and backs. They sat opposite each other and the seater gave them their dinnerware and menus. "A server will be with you soon." Bowing, he walked off. ##
Elle
They definitely needed to get rid of that van sometime soon and partake in a different car. Agents would no doubt recognize one of their own vehicles; but luckily they haven't run into any for the time being. Getting out of the automobile she walked through the door waiting for Gabriel to tell the host what it was they wanted. They were escorted to their seats and Elle was completely giddy with excitement. This wasn't their first date, but this was one of very few. Sitting in the booth she opened the menu before looking up at Gabriel. "Thanks for taking me out. It really means a lot." She never had many chances to leave and go out places in her life, so anywhere she could go was always exciting.
Sylar
He reached for his own menu, but before he'd gotten to read it, she spoke so he looked up. "You're welcome. It’s worth it," he said with a quirk to his lips. He turned to look at his menu. He looked over all the unfamiliar foods. There were a lot to choose from. Many of them sounded delicious; how would he choose? While he read he unrolled his silverware, placing it on the table before draping the napkin on his lap."Know what you want?" Sylar asked after he finally decided. He doubted she knew, so he was going to offer up suggestions if she didn't. This felt very strange going on a date like this. The last date he could really remember was their walk in the park, before that Disney World, which hadn't gone so well in the end, and before that…….he'd rather not go into. He'd made a true fool of himself. He'd been so naive then. Oh, well. He had Elle and a baby now.
Elle
"Hmm…" Looking over her menu she tilted her head to the side. The menu was written in both English and Japanese, and the foreign language was distracting her for some strange reason. "I don't know…. I'm thinking fried rice and yakizakana…. maybe somen as well." Now that just left out what she was suppose to drink. Eyes scanned to the other side of the menu. They seemed to not have any soda or anything which was to be expected considering the caliber of restaurant they were partaking in. Most of the options were no doubt alcoholic and she couldn't drink that. "What should I have to drink?"
Sylar
"Sounds good," Sylar was surprised she'd decided in that amount of time. "Well, there's always water," he deadpanned. "Why don't you ask for the non alcoholic list? We're both going to need it. I don't want any alcohol.”
Waiter
The waiter came to the table, bowed in his traditional, expensive Japanese garb and introduced himself, with the expected accent, "Good evening. My name is Daichi, I will be serving you tonight. Can I start you off with beverages of any kind?" he inquired politely austere.
Sylar
"Yes, my fiancé and I will need to see your non-alcohol list and some waters," he replied, handing the waiter his menu. Elle didn't have to unless she was ready, but he knew what he wanted. "You ready, honey?" He hesitant to use real names, so he settled for an appropriate pet name in lieu of. He figured someone rich would call his fiancé 'honey', instead of his usual 'babe'.
Elle
"Yuck! Water…" It was good for her and she even managed to swim in it, but that wasn't to say she wanted to drink it. Elle loved sugary things, might not be entirely healthy for baby but she didn't notice any problems yet. "No alcohol for you? And here I was planning to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you later." A giggle was given as she hid behind that menu of hers. Moments later the waiter appeared. She most definitely was ready and as such handed that menu over. "Yes, I am." She repeated the items she'd told Gabriel previously and the waiter nodded writing it down. Just because they were in a fancy restaurant didn't mean they needed to play the part. Elle liked being called babe, but she liked it when he called her angel even more. It made her feel special.
Sylar
He threw an amused glance her way at her last comment, the one about his alcohol intake. "And I'll take the tempura and brown rice," Sylar gave his order to the waiter. The waiter bowed again, okay, getting annoying now, taking his leave with their orders. He turned to Elle, placing his elbows on the table, looking at her, she was still short enough that he still looked down at her on the bench, "Were you now?" He intoned, brow raised. "You should know you don't need alcohol to take advantage of me," speaking the obvious. He only thought that……they were still fugitives and needed to remain on the down-low, his reactions and mind needed to be clear and he'd be driving his pregnant fiancé, so alcohol was as no.
Elle
Yeah, he was going to be driving. Drinking and driving was a big no-no, especially with herself and baby as passengers. "You're right I don't." Oh, she was so fucking horny; these pregnancy hormones were really something else. She always wanted sex these days. "What do you have in mind after dinner?" A little early to be talking about post-dinner plans, but oh well. Maybe they should do the romantic thing and talk about all of their wonderful moments together. "Remember when we ate in that diner last time after killing Zane Taylor? And you were talking about starting a family together. So nice that it's happening, huh?"
Sylar
He did his thinking-frown. Was he supposed to have this all planned out? Apparently; because he knew if he left the damn 'plan making' up to Elle it would never get done, or it would be childish. "Uh, not really anything…….Is there something I'm missing?" He had to ask, getting the feeling he wasn't getting something. "Yeah, it really is," he was utterly truthful and emphatic. So Sylar threw out, "I love you," another random 'I love you' to add to his growing collection. He chuckled now, remembering back to that previous 'date'. The things they'd said and done to each other were honestly that amusing. Some things, a lot of things had changed, others? Not so much. And that was just fine.
Elle
"I don't know, do you think there's anything you're missing?" She giggled, now resting both of her own elbows on the table, palms against her cheeks. Not all of her suggestions were childish, just… a lot of them. "I love you too, Gabriel. Always." The random "I love you’s” were the best, at least it showed she didn't have to beg for those three words or hint that she wanted him to say them. As far as Elle was concerned they were still the same people they'd been during that time. They were now engaged and expecting an adorable baby sometime soon. They had shared a lot that day in that diner after killing Zane. Hell, that day alone assured her of how much Gabriel loved her. It was the day he decided that he'd stay mortal if it meant being with her; and more importantly all because she asked him to. Elle couldn't wait to marry this gorgeous man and have his child; he deserved every bit of happiness, especially considering their past together. She ruined his life enough. "What's the first thing you want to do with baby?"
Sylar
He gave her his curious, but wary frown, "If I'm reading you correctly and I like to think that I am…….I'm guessing that there is." Tilting his head to look at her, as if the angle would help him decipher the answer. "Um…..I mentioned a movie, is that it?" One of his eyebrows went up. "The first thing I want to do……hmm……" Sylar paused, biting his lip in deep thought. It was a good question. "I guess I want to look at him. Everywhere. See what we made. See who he or she is. And hold him or her. I want baby to know that…….I'll hold them, like our parents didn't with us," he mused, dark eyes contemplative. He didn't deserve happiness, but sometimes he got it; case in point, Elle and baby. He didn't blame her for his becoming a monster; he blamed her father and Bennet. Elle had tried to fix it, stayed with the monster, to him that counted for so much. Not to mention that she understood and loved him like no one else.
Elle
"You are guessing correctly, I'll let you find out when we get back to the hotel," she giggled. Honestly Elle didn't know what the fuck she was going to do herself, but she wanted to have some fun with sex tonight. Hot, steamy love making could be wonderful, but spicing it up never hurt any. Not that their love life needed spicing up. Everything was still pretty much raging in full force. His response generated a smile from her. "I think baby would like that very much. Maybe we could even do a family road trip or something." Happiness was definitely something he deserved because he made her happy. Elle never considered what he did that day to be wrong; everyone had urges and he was just expressing them as he naturally would have. It wasn't his fault that the Company and the rest of society had a problem with it. However, he was doing a fairly good job of keeping himself contained and she just had to go ruin it. Sure she was just following orders, but she turned her back on the Company when it was too late. Oh well, all of that was in the past now, but still she couldn't help but think thoughts of that shy watchmaker from Queens. Gabriel was no monster; he was a great, caring, special person one worthy in all ways of being in her life. There truly was no one else for her. "I think… I don't know. There's so many things I wanna do with baby, one of them being breast feeding." Yes, for weight loss purposes but… in the book they just looked so adorable suckling.
Sylar
Okay, that was a hint. What was her giggle for? Clearly she meant sex, but it sounded like she had something up her sleeve. What, watch porn and fuck to the noise or something? Isn't that what hotels were for? Oh, well indeed. He'd find out. "Yeah, considering the fact that we kind of can't stay in one place for long would dictate the family road trip, poor kid's gonna get raised on the road," was finished ruefully. Oh, the shy watchmaker still lived. Much to Sylar's regret. He was just buried in Sylar's powerful mind and had no hope of escape unless Sylar was clueless, which almost never happened. When it did, the watchmaker would make a seconds-long appearance. How he hated that goddamn watchmaker. Sylar was the strong one, that's how he'd survived. Sylar took what he needed, what he wanted and never looked back. He quirked a dark eyebrow at her, "Breast feeding? That's the first thing you want to do?" He was a little disbelieving. He supposed that entailed holding, so he'd let it pass. They still needed to talk about the boy's middle name, assuming they had a son. However, this was far from the time or place to do it.
Elle
"Yeah. You know I'm not really too sure what I wanna do with baby. There's so much. In my mind, I just think of lots of crying and giggling and playing with Daddy," she looked up at him smiling. "It's just… I want my old body back and now. We don't get to have as much fun anymore." He'd know what she meant by that. When it came to names they'd talk about that later, after they had sex. Right now, it was all about them and their wants and needs. Baby wasn't going anywhere any time soon; the middle name could wait.
Sylar
Chuckling, he remarked, "Yes, I can see that," then frowned slightly, "Crying? I hope just the……natural baby crying….." he prompted, hoping he'd taken that correctly. He had no intention of making baby cry. Although, considering…..he should probably change that. Sylar had a real penchant for making people cry for various reasons; whether he intended to or not. "Elle……I hate to break this to you, but I don't…….know how to play." Not with children at least, he'd long since forgotten. Or repressed. Or a combination of the two, more likely. "I know, I do, too. But like you say, it’s worth it. Nine months isn't such a bad price to pay, is it? We have the rest of our lives," he shrugged a little. Well, as the pathetic shy watchmaker he was more than accustomed to not having his wants and needs met. That changed as Sylar, now the slow reversion back to the sacrifice. He didn't really have to, but he chose to because that was what was best, for him, for Elle, and especially baby.
Elle
Who wanted more than the natural crying? Elle had no desire of seeing baby hurt in any way. "What?" His statement confused her. What did he mean he didn't know how to play? "Yeah you do…" They played all the time when he was willing to give into her childish desires. Children however? Yeah. Maybe so. It wouldn't be too hard for Elle considering her personality. "I think… it'll just come easy to you when baby is here." Besides, he knew how things worked, he should know how to comfort and soothe a baby. With his ability it'd make deciding what it was baby wanted easier. Whether it was tired, hungry, sick or something else. It was at that moment that waiter returned with their drink menu, before bowing and walking off. This prompted Elle to pick up the laminated cover, before instantly deciding upon apple juice.
Sylar
Well, he just wanted to check. Play 'horses' or dolls, or house, or something. That he didn't know how to do. As for comforting baby, he knew he'd probably figure it out after he'd dropped the poor thing a few times. Isn't that what all parent did? He didn't want to, of course not, but he was sure it was bound to happen sometime. His ability would come very much in handy. He rolled his eyes at the bowing waiter. "I hope so." He took the menu once she'd finished, absentmindedly asking, "What are you getting?" while looking over the menu himself. Juice felt weird at night so he chose milk. "What are we going to do for milestones and all that? We'd have to keep whatever it is very secret and hidden if we do decide to do something like that. But I think we should because its important…….to baby, for later," he tried to explain, not sure if he made any sense.
Elle
Drop the baby? How the hell was he going to do that? He was a rather large man, unless he was being careless dropping baby would be hard to do. Then there was also the fact he had telekinesis. Elle was more likely to drop it in all honesty. She still had a lot to learn about being gentle and delicate, and baby would teach her. "Gross…. milk?" She loved milk, he knew that, but with Japanese food? Well… it was his stomach, not her fault if he began shitting all over the place. "Milestones?" She really didn't know what he meant by that, "Birthdays, holidays? What?"
Sylar
Yes, milk, it was the perfect drink for all meals. So what if it was with Japanese food? He was the one eating it, not her. "Sort of. More like……first words, first haircut, first steps, things like that. Some people do scrap books and shit, others do picture books or videos. Or would we just write it down?" Pausing to think for a moment, "I guess we don't need to keep it a secret. The government already knows you're pregnant. It’s just that we didn't have any. Some of us don't even know who the hell our parents are. So it might be nice for baby in future to look back on or something. I don't know, it may be totally lame."
Elle
"Oh…" That mad tons of sense. They would need to do something to keep track of everything regarding baby. Why hadn't they thought of that earlier? Well, because they were on the run, that's why. A smile came to her face, "I'm just imagining baby calling out for you." It would be so adorable. "I don't think it's lame at all. I think it's a very good idea. This could possibly be our only child ever. Why not cherish all of the wonderful memories while we can? They tried to do it for themselves via that scrapbook he'd never gotten. All the pictures of herself and Gabriel were destroyed in that blast. As it turns out that train heading to California was destroyed. It was a good thing she didn't go along with his idea. It wasn't his fault though, it was hard figuring out the future.
Sylar
Actually, he had thought of it earlier, but hadn't mentioned it. The waiter returned and he gave his order, as did Elle, before the man left, thankfully without the bow this time. He blinked once at her, a little confused. Why the hell would baby call for him? He didn't breast feed. Part of him……feared that his child would hate him. He was hesitant to invest his……heart to the child, in case this was all a mistake. At the same time Gabriel was desperate to be the father he'd never had. He'd cut off his own arm, as would Sylar, but not for the same reasons. "Good. What do you want to do for it?"
Elle
She reached forward from the table grabbing his hand, wanting some form of physical contact. The baby didn't have to be in stress or pain to be calling for him. Maybe it just wanted to see him, play, he just returned home from work or something else. The baby was going to love him, Elle knew it. A daddy was a very important thing. Elle knew that he was hesitant but he had no reason to be. Baby would love him unconditionally. It couldn't see the murderer, all it would see is its father. Someone meant to love and protect it. "Hmm… I guess pictures would be nice or video, whatever we can do. As long as we have something."
Sylar
Her hand helped, it gave him a foundation somehow. And didn't they both know so well just how important a father was? He wasn't worried about the blood on his hands, not concerning baby, at least. He was worried that he, himself, as a man would be a failure. If the baby did hate him because his father was a murderer, he could……live with that. The kid would have a legitimate, completely understandable reason. If the kid hated him because he got an F- in life, because he didn't know how to be human….He wouldn't know what the hell he'd do. "Okay, I think pictures would be easier, but I don't care either way," he said as the waiter returned with their drinks, promising that their food was coming soon. He nodded and placed his cup on the coaster and handing the drink menu back to the man who soon left. "Also, what the hell are we supposed to buy for a baby, besides booties, bonnet, teddy bear, bottle and diapers?" He was genuinely clueless.
Elle
Their drinks had arrived and thankfully, someone was getting a little thirsty. A long sip of that apple juice was taken before she set it off to the side. "Oooh! I want a teddy bear! Can I have one?" She asked him sweetly, batting those lashes at him. She never got stuff like that before; her father didn't believe that she needed toys or anything. Back to the baby though. It wouldn't know if he was human or not, because it was up to them to teach it how to be. How could the baby possibly know he was a failure? Not that he was, because he totally wasn't. Failure wasn't what appealed to Elle Bishop at all. "I really don't know what to get baby…" They were first time parents; they had a lot of things to figure out. Not like there were grandmothers or something to help guide them through the process. "Can't believe I'm saying this, but enough about baby. More about us." She giggled. "So… what abilities do you need to get? I still think healing is important."
Sylar
In fine Sylar fashion, he rolled his eyes. "I really don't know," he answered. He'd happily give her something else, but a teddy bear was just a little too immature. "Gee, you're sure a helpful fountain of knowledge," he teased. Wasn't she the expectant mother-to-be? Wasn't she supposed to know what they hell things they needed for a baby? Hell, they didn't have mothers, let alone grandmothers. He gave a breathless laugh at her change in subject. Did he always do that? Obsess about something to the exclusion of all else or did all men do that? And, no, he wasn't referring to the 'one track mind' thing, either. He knew the Hunger would be clamoring very, very soon. Literally, any hour now, for another victim. "Of course," Sylar tried to keep the laughter from his voice, "Healing is a must. Um…..I was thinking something more offensive? Some kind of projectile at range. But any defensive things. Like force fields would be useful. Invisibility and teleporting or flight would be useful, too," mind changing tracks seamlessly, now he was in depth in, literally, his own world.
Elle
"What do you mean you don't know?" She asked confused. Everyone got teddy bears; it was the perfect gift for any age. And even if it wasn't he loved her, and should thus get her what it was she wanted. That's what you were supposed to do anyways, or else they'd throw it away, give it away, or something else. She was indeed the expectant mother, but she didn't even know she had the capability of caring for baby until maybe a month ago. As a mother that is. She definitely still had a lot of progress to make. "Forcefields was something I had in mind too… I know a guy in Louisiana with that ability. Maybe we could pay him a visit." The only source of healing she'd know really was that guy and Linderman and with the Company no doubt against them, they couldn't go there for a list. Defensive would actually be more important than anything else really, they had enough offensive power to take out anyone. "Well, I don't need flight," giggles. Yay for levitation. "Actually, I take that back. With baby screwing with my ability I don't want to take the chance of being high up in the air." She was scared enough of heights, falling from the sky would make it worse. The whole shooting flowers thing the other day was weird as hell too, what was up with that?
Sylar
"I mean, I don't know. You know I want to give it to you, but……its……childish, Elle," he told her, being truthful and not beating around the bush. He knew she had it in her, look at her! She practically oozed caring for the right people. "Louisiana, sounds great. That will be our next stop." Well, if Linderman had the perfect ability, then he'd be the one they'd go after. He'd actually be doing some good by killing the mobster. "Yes, we d- Wha-? Oh, right. Hmm, good point. And even if we wouldn't be in danger of your powers giving out, I don't know that my ego could take you holding me and levitating.” God, wasn't that the truth, just fucking feed him Nathan Petrelli instead of having his balls handed to him by Elle. "We don't know that its baby," Sylar replied. Their food arrived, plates being set in front of them. It looked delicious. The waiter asked if they needed anything else, he replied negative.
Elle
"So? I want one! People get them for Valentine’s day…" She had half a mind to call him a meanie, but didn't want to ruin the good mood they were in. He was though! This was his chance to give her what she never had, and here he was spoiling it for her. Way to go. Too bad neither of them knew that Linderman died the day of the explosion. "Goodie…" she replied dully, still upset that he didn't want to get her the teddy bear. "I don't have the strength to carry you anyways and I don't exactly know how to ext- why don't you learn how to do it? You have my ability too." That made tons of sense. "Well isn't it baby? This never happened. I've lost control before but not in the way that I have been. Finally the fucking food arrived! Took them long enough, she was starving. Didn't they notice she was pregnant? Elle immediately began to dig into her noodles.
Sylar
That was a very good idea. But the execution of getting the rest of her ability would be difficult. One, his side of her ability didn't update when hers did. Two, getting her power had been a complete accident in the first place. Three, he didn't know if he could access that side of his ability again to get it. "That would be great, except the Hunger wouldn't be satisfied by simply taking your ability, even if I could get it to work again."Sylar remarked as the waiter bowed and left, hopefully for the last time. His hands rose with his own silverware and he began to cut into his own meal, bringing some to his mouth, despite the steam rising from the food. It tasted delicious. He watched Elle carefully to make sure she was getting her own food alright, pregnancy hormones, impulsiveness, and hunger aside. "How is it?"
Elle
"Delicious!" She spoke up after taking a bit of that yakizana in her mouth. Mmm, tasty! Everything with him was always the fucking hunger. Not that she would say that out loud (maybe she would), but it was getting pretty fucking annoying. That was an excuse that he needn't hold himself to all the time. Either he could practice like he did to get a grip on her power in the first place, or not. She wasn't too worried about it; besides, with telekinesis couldn't he technically "carry" himself? The food was quite hot, and she had to stop eating for a bit to allow it to cool off. That being the case, maybe she should have a bit of fun. She took that heeled foot of hers and calmly put it in his crotch, taking up that glass of apple juice and sipping.
Sylar
It was always the Hunger! Yeah, because one day he just woke up and decided to be power hungry and become a serial killer and give up his fucking day job, that was it. Besides, once he got into it, he got addicted, he did. That had nothing to do with his Hunger. Sylar hated it, both parts of it. Yes, technically he could. Watching out of the corner of his eyes, as she set down her fork and reach for her apple juice; but he nearly choked and swallowed his own fork as he felt something fairly sharp and hard press against his dick from under the table. He half-looked down, then looked up at Elle. "Wha-?" he began, but realized soon enough what exactly was going on. He raised a brow and went back to his food. Maybe ignoring her would be its own form of punishment to her. Although, she might just up the ante and he'd be stuck or freak out on her. Either way, he'd kind of be screwed. That was before, of course, they actually got to any actual screwing. "That good, huh?" Sylar prompted, aloof and calm.
Elle
Well, she knew all about the hunger and what not, and understood that it was a very… tempting force. However, he needed to get control of it. It was his ability; it shouldn't be controlling him. Besides, he can't just give into urges whenever he wanted or at the most inopportune time; there was baby to think about. It didn't have to be such a burden. "Something wrong?" She asked with an innocent look, brow arching at him. She placed that apple juice back down on the table, picking up her fork once more turning to those noodles. "This stuff is so hot." She ground her foot into his crotch more, moving it around in slow circles. Blowing her food, she placed some in her mouth. "Mmmm!"
Sylar
Well, she may recall that he'd been trying to control it. And had been doing pretty well until she came along. Now it was a full-force addiction. And of course he knew that it shouldn't be controlling him; he knew that all too well. He didn't know why the Hunger even existed with his ability, his IA, but it did. His eyes narrowed in response. He was so much less equipped for seduction, especially public, than she was as a woman. He could always order some alcohol just to tease. But he had a few tricks up his sleeve. "Just thought I felt something is all," was the rasped out answer, voice low and husky. That should get to her. But she continued, grinding his dick with her shoe. "Yeah, it is. I don't mind," Sylar growled out. His chocolate eyes watched her mouth blowing air on her food, then devouring her noodles. He tilted his head and went back to his own food, filling his fork. But as he did so, he let an invisible hand trail up her thigh under her dress, stopping just short of her pussy.
Elle
Well, some abilities always had side effects; just like her body was already full of electricity and her emotions tended to influence the electronic equipment around her. She was sure Gabriel could do it though; he could do anything. "Oh… strange…" she shrugged her shoulders still playing nonchalant. "What's up with your voice? It's all low and sexy." She commented, taking some more noodles in. She arched a brow as she caught him staring at her, but instead broke the gaze and looked back down at her food. Until she felt….something going up her dress. Oh, she knew exactly what he was doing, but she held back from showing any indications that it was having an effect on her. "We should come here more often," She pressed her foot into him harder.
Sylar
Yeah, well, he'd been trying for years and look how far he'd gotten. The only thing that improved was his body count and technique. There went Elle, having to go and ruin the game and call out one of his few weapons. He let out a sharp exhalation as she continued. "Yes, we should. We should make notes on all the restaurants that we like. But is it just the food that you like or…….something else?" He intoned, tilting his head the other way now. An invisible finger teased up her slit and lips. He knew that this would make her very wet. Only fitting since she insisted on making him hard in public, teasing him with no available outlet and she knew it. Maybe he should do it to her sometime, see how she liked being aroused and left with no stimulation. Sylar managed to take another bite, squirming subtly as he tried to get her foot out from between his legs and away from his cock.
Elle
"That's a very good idea!" She gasped out. Her face suddenly turned to one of confusion. "S-something else? What do you mean?" She jumped up a bit when she felt that force on her pussy. "C-cold in here." She played it off as merely a shiver. The waters were beginning to flow now. It was nice to see that Gabriel wanted to play along with her; maybe she could take this little game a bit further. Elle loved being a tease, especially when it came to teasing him. It was so much fun! Watching his expressions change, listening to the change in his voice. Sexy….and at times funny. His body squirmed a bit, obviously trying to remove her foot, but she only lodged it into him further, even going as far as to extend her other foot placing it in his lap.
Sylar
"Really? Its cold? I thought it was scalding in here." Moving his hands to unbutton his top shirt, leaving it hanging open, his white wife beater was now completely visible. At the angle he knew her to be sitting at, he ran two unseen fingers down the crack of her ass to her front hole, pressing against and into it slightly. He managed to chew another bite. Why did they bother with dinner, again? Oh, god, fuck. Now she brought up her other foot to place in his lap. What she would do with two feet now, he shuddered to think. He took a long drink of his milk, making sure to lean his neck back so she could see him swallow the thick white liquid.
Elle
Oooh! He just had to go unbutton his shirt some. He knew all too well how much she loved staring at his chest and running her hands down it. Too bad, she couldn't slide her dress down a bit further. "Funny… maybe it's the pregnancy hor—" She gasped out as that force penetrated her ever so lightly. They bothered with dinner because… because… romantic! Right, romantic! She fanned her feet round from side to side and back, making sure to brush over his cock. Her face reddened and her breathing becoming shallower. He took a drink of that milk, allowing Elle to see his adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallowed. Oh if only it were her juices he was swallowing. "Too bad they don't serve sausage here…" She faked disappointment. "It's my favorite."
Sylar
"Maybe." That was his response as he set down his glass, licking his lips of any remaining milk. He wanted to be drinking her juices, not the damn milk. But she was the one who wanted not only dinner but to tease him as well. Her feet began to push against the sides of his cock. Since it was so large it was pressing itself at a funny angle to remain hard and in his pants. He felt his penis begin to really swell, getting harder by the second. "Hmm. I think hot dogs are more filling, personally. They're a lot longer than any sausages," Sylar remarked, going back to his food and removing his 'fingers' from her to caress the insides of her thighs. "I wonder what they have for desert," he wondered aloud, before taking a bite.
Elle
"Not longer than Italian sausage, like salami. Not as thick either." She looked up at him to see the reaction on his face. "I don't know… maybe they have cherry cobbler?" She suggested with a smile. Maybe it was time to stop playing coy with him and get in a little sex? Nah….she'd draw it out some more. Whether or not he wanted to fuck was entirely up to him. Her noodles were finished up. Elle moaning as she took them in slurping on them loudly, mimicking the sounds she would've otherwise made had she been sucking his cock.
Sylar
"Salami!" Clapping a hand down on the table surface, his intense gaze got darker. "I knew we should have went to an Italian place!" Sylar teased, "That's a real shame, you should have told me earlier you wanted salami." Lowering his voice again, knowing full well that she'd picked this particular instance to bring up 'his' salami, literally. "Hmm. Cherries. I'd just take some in whipped cream and call that desert." His suggestion was obvious. His tempura was nearly finished, so he went to work on his green beans, sweet and regular potato, and yams. Sylar felt his cock jerk at her noises, watching the slick noodle slide through her lips, and again he tried to shift away. His 'hands' spread her labia underneath her panties. While he enjoyed this, he didn't know how much longer he could last. So much for a nice dinner. They'd hardly paid any attention to their food, instead focusing on much more important matters. Like desert, for example. He wanted her any way he could have her right now. Sylar knew he'd never be able to slide right into her and pound her like he wished, but it was even more limited with the baby bump. His positions were severely restricted. It didn't matter. If she got him hard enough, desperate enough, he'd get creative enough to fuck her any way he could. Sylar was aching, literally, to tear that dress up her hips and get inside her wet heat.
Elle
"I thought I did tell you? Silly me." His gaze was such a turn on. She loved it when he looked at her like that. Like he just wanted to ravage her, and indeed that probably was what he had in mind. "Well… there's always next time." Oh, he definitely should've caught on to that. There was only one kind of salami that she wanted at that moment and it was in the shape of nice, hard cock. "Oooh whipped cream! Someone must really be hungry." Taking up that spoon she dug in to her fried rice. Food, sex, and slushos her three most favorite things. Besides of course, Gabriel. She could feel every twitch of his cock beneath her shoes, and it turned her on like no other. Her folds were spreading on their own accord seemingly. Gabriel might not have been able to last much longer, but she could still go a while, though she preferred not to. She started this game and as such she had to finish it. No point in backing out now; besides it was fun. "Hopefully there's a lot of protein in this meal, if not I'd have to get it somewhere else. Gotta monitor my food intake you know."
Sylar
Of course he wanted to ravage her; he wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her over the table. And his cock was nice and hard; the dialogue, the teasing, the molesting was getting him closer and closer to the whipped cream alright. The head was straining now in his slacks, begging for friction; and not the kind her feet had to offer, either. Oh, fuck, she had to take up her spoon, didn't she? His 'fingers' manipulated her labia, not getting close to her clit, but dipping towards her hole. "I'm sure it does. But if it doesn't, I know of something that does." he suggested helpfully. He began to tease her spread, wet, clenching opening with the very pad of his 'finger' before bringing it back with her juices to rub around her other hole. God, he hoped she snapped and begged him to fuck her soon.
Elle
With every touch he enacted upon her, she twitched just a little, legs shifting about bringing those feet against his cock harder, feet tilting here and there. "Really? What?" She was curious to hear what his answer would be. Her rice was finished up only leaving behind the rest of her yakizana. "I don't want anymore…" She stated. They could definitely box that or something. It shouldn't be too much of a hassle to carry, and she could finish it back at the hotel. Elle had no intentions of snapping she was mighty resilient.
Sylar
"I happen to have a salami back at the hotel; I think you'll really like it. It’s a lot of meat to choke down." Sylar’s voice was coarse; his jaw clenched as she twisted her shoes against his hard member. He sat back as well, he was full, too. Well, not as full as she was about to be. Full of his cock, his cum and his baby. And therein was his problem. As a male, he was less prepared to be aroused to prolonged periods of time. She however…..she could remain aroused for hours, even days, although that could seriously damage her health. "Well, what do you want?" Tilting his head to look at her, his black orbs burned. He began to message her anus with her own juices, giving a little pressure there.
Elle
Now that comment made her giggle childishly, looking away from him in embarrassment. It was so delightfully, and subtly lewd; just the way she liked it. Looking back up at him, she rested her cheek against her hand smiling. If things went her way tonight she no doubt was going to be full of a lot of things. "I don't know…" She sing-songed with a laugh. "Whatever you wanna do I guess." She jumped up a bit, squirming as she felt that sensation going in her ass now. That felt so good. She always did like it when he fucked her there.
Sylar
"Well, I want to see you try to choke down on that big salami like you said. Maybe I'll get some cherries to go or something for dessert," he replied, voice rasping and dark as he pretended to look for the waiter to order some. Failing to locate him, as Sylar knew he would, he turned back to her, raising a brow, half in question, "I'd like to pay and leave. I think I have a good idea of what we can do for afterwards. Or even…….after dinner snack." By which he meant, round two. He began to insert a finger inside her back hole, easing it with her pussy juice.
Elle
"I don't remember saying anything about…" she let out a moan, closing her eyes in pleasure. Slowly she opened them. "Choking… that was all you." She rolled her eyes as he went searching for the waiter. Did they really need to keep up this charade any longer? "Oooh a snack sounds good," she gasped as he entered her ass, causing her to stand to her feet. "I… need to go to the bathroom. Be right back." With that she took that clutch of hers walking off. After help from an employer she burst through those bathroom doors and into one of the stalls which was remarkably clean. She lifted up that dress and slid down those panties, and instantly inserted two fingers into herself. Okay, so she gave in, but… he didn't need to know that.
Sylar
The ways she gasped, the timing when she did it, the way she gave her excuse…….he didn't buy that this was a normal bathroom visit. His eyes narrowed as he followed her, leaving cash on the table before following her. He found the restrooms easily enough, and the women's even faster, not surprisingly. Opening the door silently and walking a few inches off the ground with his TK so he would be soundless, he moved to the only shut door in the women's room. He smirked to himself; he didn't bother to lock the front door. If she wanted to play in public, she'd reap the consequences, the punishment. He'd be pissed beyond belief if she'd touched herself in his absence, but considering that he was here now…….he'd let it slide, literally. Sylar flicked open the lock, quietly, and slammed open the door. Looking in at her, hand raised with fingers in an obvious position where he'd just opened the door with them in a non-conventional way. His face was dark with lust, his erection throbbing in his pants, which he reached down to open. "You forgot your snack," he growled, stepping forwards.
Elle
Eyes closed, as she pumped those digits within herself. Just in case anyone should enter she tried to control her gasps and whimpers. Her mind was focused on Gabriel, and the way he made her feel when he touched her body, when he stared longingly into her eyes. God, she loved him so much. Hell, even thoughts about how they made baby started to flutter through her. Before she knew what happened the door flew open and she opened her eyes, jumping. There was a large zapping noise as one of the lights shattered. Gabriel was standing right there to her surprise and he came bolting into the bathroom, Elle still too shocked to say anything. She just stared up at him, innocent expression in place. "Daddy…"
Sylar
He smirked, "In the flesh. You didn't think I'd fall for that, did you?" Head cocked to indicate his read of the situation, of her. He saw her pressed against the wall of the stall, dress shucked up over her belly, panties on the floor. Licking his lips as his hands went to free his erection from his pants, zipper tearing down. Sylar reached for her, grabbing her wrist, removing her fingers from her pussy with a wet noise, half dragging her out to the sinks. These two psychos really had no shame. And they loved every minute of it. He pressed her hips to the sink, facing the mirrors, her belly just fitting over the edge. The man pushing her dress up before taking it all the way off to mess up her lovely hair. It only made her look that much more debauched, and pregnant with his child. He was so aroused at this situation. Sylar shrugged out of his button up and shoved down his pants and boxers. His hand reached around to fondle at her heat, dark eyes scorching into hers over her shoulder in the mirror.
Elle
She didn't bother responding to that, instead she gave him that innocent look, lips puckered. Her hand was still inside of her pussy, though no longer moving. Who'd ever thought he'd find her like this. She watched as he removed his own cock from the confines of his slacks, her blue eyes immediately going over to it. "Daddy… I don't think I can take all of th-" He grabbed her by the waist, her fingers removed from her, and dragged her over to the sink. Elle was never one for inhibitions so where they fucked made no difference to her as long as she got her fix from her sexy fiancé. She looked at herself in the mirror: red cheeks, gorgeous breasts with darkened nipples, a delightful baby bump and slightly ruined blonde hair. She stood there looking in the mirror at herself as he got undressed, only to come resting on her looking straight into her eyes. A hand came up and she stroked the side of his face lovingly, before playfully jolting him.
Sylar
Oh, he'd fix her, alright. His gaze stayed locked to hers until she zapped his face. Fuck! That stung. It also went straight to his dick, making it twitch and throb for her. Sylar had pressed his thick length to her ass by now, shoving his shirt between her hips and the sharp edge of the sink. He was going to be a little rough and he didn't want her in any more non-sexual discomfort than she had to be. Twisting his head away from her hand, returning to suck in her fingers into his mouth, he laved her soft skin with his tongue and saliva. Right hand came up to clasp her throat, no pressure, just holding, fingers coming up to hold her jaw and chin as well. He held her looking straight at him. Sylar's other hand wandered down over her lovely, delicious swollen tits, circling her nipples, brushing his rough palm over them before caressing down her soft belly. He rubbed there for a few moments, before his hand dipped down further, seeking her hot snatch to molest.
Elle
"Ewe!!!" She shrieked out. "Don't you know how many germs are in the bathroom!?" She said in response to him taking her fingers in his mouth. Then again… with her electricity all germs were technically dead, leaving for one sanitized hand. This was just another way for her to tease him. His hands roaming along her felt nice. My, he had such large, wonderful hands. All the better to please her with. Closing her eyes, she moaned. "Oh, Daddy…" She loved it when he touched her there. For now she'd just bask in the sensations.
Sylar
"Yes, I do, but the average keyboard has more germs than the average public toilet. Deal," Sylar grated out, too aroused for much more. Left hand pulled her back against him, forcing her to prop her arms to steady them. When he entered, he'd be thrusting into her body and her arms would be the only thing from keeping her belly away from the sink. His right hand tilted her head up, so she arched against him. Sylar ground his organ against her ass, balls being covered in her juices from her pussy. Sylar groaned practically in her ear as he did so. Fingers dipped into her pussy finally, spreading her wetness and stretching her heated walls, thumb pushing into her clit.
Elle
"Yes, sir." She nodded like a good little girl. She braced herself along that sink; she didn't want anything to happen to baby of course. "Mmmm…." He was doing a good job already. That cock felt so wonderful against her, oh, how she couldn't wait to have it ripping her apart. "Ah! Da-daddy…" The sensations on her clit were wonderful. After already being stimulated while in the main dining area, and even going as far as to finger fuck herself in the stall, Elle wanted something in her immediately. All of this teasing was nice but… still it was teasing. She'd much rather have something in one of her holes. Didn't really matter which one. She rocked back along his hand. "I can't wait until you put it in me… are you going to fuck me hard, Daddy?"
Sylar
When he felt her rocking back to meet his cock; he ground it further against her with a grunt of pleasure. "I'm going to fucking ram you full of me, you fucking tease. Daddy's going to beat you apart, watch you split around his cock, baby." He pulled back on her hips, beginning to position himself to mount her. Sylar's cock pressed to her wet opening, he fully intended to fuck her ass later that night. Giving a quick jerk of his hips, not sure just how wet and ready she really was, his thick head popped in and he growled. Burying his teeth, gently, but enough to leave indents into her shoulder, "Go-oddamnit! I fucking love your tight snatch, baby, give it to me, give it to Daddy,” was his groan.
Elle
"Okay…" she let out, still grinding that nice, round ass into him. "I can't wait to have you filling me up…." She bit on her lower lip, looking into that mirror. The tip of his dick aligned with her entrance and she braced herself. "Fuck! Da-Daddy!" That head popped inside of her, and she groaned in pain whimpering. It always hurt at first, but she was able to tolerate it more so than she had in the past. She was gasping out, as he bit into her shoulder. Elle always loved it when he was rough, and when he marked her. "Take it Daddy! Take it!" Fingers gripped that sink tighter, baby choosing now of all times to kick.
Sylar
He was feeling very rough tonight. Her teasing and his growing Hunger making him so. He did so want to mark her, but they still had to leave the restaurant and bloody bites on her shoulder weren't going to get them far. He couldn't tell if she was in pain or pleasure at the moment, but she told him to take what he needed, so that’s what Sylar would do. He gave another sharp thrust of his hips, her pussy stretching to accommodate his thick meat. He slapped her ass, spreading her cheeks to press himself to her. Panting breath harsh and hot against her shoulder, he bit it again in time to his thrust, a growl vibrating against the skin. In reality Sylar had bitten her to muffle his noise, but he knew how much she loved it when he was rough. Fuck, he loved being rough, and it had really tapered down of late. "Yeah, baby, give me that pussy, let Daddy get inside your sweet hole, baby, that goddamn pussy," he was enjoying immensely the feeling of his hard hot length being squeezed and welcomed in by her wet depths. He slapped her ass again, his other hand holding her hip to him.
Elle
It was hurting tremendously, but why prolong the agony? Why not just allow him to plunge right in and get it over with. The sooner the better, right? Maybe he could leave a few bites somewhere else. Her thighs maybe. Tiny squeal escaped from her as he pushed his way inside her some more. The slap to her ass very much appreciated it. It reminded her of the past, before she got pregnant with baby when their sexual antics would be as wild as they wanted. "Daddy…" Oh, how she loved dirty talk. "Fill me up, please! I need you all the way inside me!" She gasped out, walls tightening over his thick meat, causing more pain to shoot through her. "D-do you like it, Dad-dy?"
Sylar
And pain was the reason he was rarely ever rough with her, not matter how much he needed it. She was supposed to tell him if she was in pain; especially now that she was pregnant, swollen, and sensitive. Oh, he loved the dirty talk as well; he really couldn't resist. He ground his cock inside her, rolling his hips. His hand went around to tease at her clit and gather her wetness in his finger. Once he'd done that, his hand went back around to tease at her unfilled hole, TK spreading her cheeks for his questing finger. "Oh, go-od, baby, fuck, yes! Wanna fuck your tight little hole, wide open, baby. Make Daddy cum inside you, huh? You want Daddy to make you cum around his fat cock?" Sylar’s other hand slapped her ass again, god, he should to that more often. He pushed the first knuckle of his middle finger inside her anus, spreading her out for his digit.
Elle
Normally she did tell him, in the form of tears or something similar. Pregnancy did heighten all of her vaginal sensations tremendously. When it felt good, it felt good, and when it didn't….well, she either braced it or screamed out. Luckily for this time she braced it. She bit on her lower lip, her face a mask of ecstasy. "Yes! Yes! P-please….cum in me Daddy. I-I need you to!" He knew all too well how much she loved his cum. "Mhmm! I want to… cum over your big dick Daddy…" That finger entered her ass and her hole snapped shut over it, before releasing slightly.
Restaurant Employee
It was at that moment that those bathroom doors flew open, and a waitress donning the customary garb of the establishment walked. "Oh my god!" She shrieked out seeing Elle leaning against that sink, Gabriel fucking her from behind.
Elle
Elle turned her head in the girl's directing and brought her hand up to jolt her, but nothing happened. She didn't have it in her at the moment, this felt too good, so she simply turned her head away from her and continued rocking back against her fiancé.
Sylar
Sylar's head was thrown back. Giving her another thrust, he angled himself up so the bottom of his cock would grind against her g-spot. Sylar was mid groaning-growl when he heard a feminine shriek that was not Elle. And he turned his lust-black, danger-filled eyes to the young Japanese woman who was clearly an employee. He raised a hand and the girl flew back to be plastered to the wall, still conscious and alive. He shut and held her mouth closed. "I go by Sylar. Oops," was all he said. Raising a brow in the girl's direction before he turning back to Elle's shoulder, laving his hot tongue over it. He groaned at Elle's motions back onto his dick, practically fucking him herself with her own hips. Placing on hand on the small of her back, the other on her hip, arching and pulling her respectively onto his throbbing, dripping meat. "Yeah? You wanna cum all over Daddy's cock?" Sylar growled, biting at her flesh again, this time a little harder as he sank all the way in with a throaty gasp that was nearly a cry. His balls now tickled her clit; he ground his hips down, knees bending, forcing her follow, grinding not only his pelvis, but his wet organ inside of her pussy. "Does that feel good inside you pussy, babe?" He grunted out; her pussy was just too tight and wet for him to say more.
Elle
Elle didn't even bother to concern herself further in regards to the employee. She probably was going to die in a few seconds. In fact, Elle though that, that's what was about to happen when Gabriel slammed her into the wall, but instead he kept her alive. Oh well, having an audience wasn't so bad. Much to her delight, Gabriel went back to fucking her and she moaned out loud as his dick raked across her most intimate of areas. "Yes, Daddy! Please make me cum!" He was fully buried within her now, and she closed her eyes, this was purely pleasurable now. "Mhmm, Daddy… you make me feel so nice inside…want to shoot your hot load all over my walls. I'll be good tonight, if you do."
Sylar
Why the hell would he stop just because some bitch decided to walk in on their fun? It was a woman, so he felt no jealousy at her seeing Elle's naked body. Although, he realized, the woman may be jealous, of Elle or him, he didn't know, but definitely Elle's body, even now, pregnant. She shouldn't have made that ultimatum. Cum inside her and she'd be obedient for the night. He didn't want her obedient. Not after she'd teased him and gotten his blood hot. Sylar pulled out, relatively slowly until the head remained inside her, grinding briefly; then shoving himself roughly back in with a gasp. His mouth moved to her throat, biting her there now. A hand rose and cupped her breast, probably a little rougher than he should have. Feeling up its delicious weight in his hand, his fingers toying with her soft, erect, pink nipples.
Elle
Of course that bitch was jealous. She didn't have a sexy stud plowing into her, and she didn't look at gorgeous as Elle did. She had every right to be jealous. Maybe she shouldn't have made that promise; but she'd say anything to get him to spill himself inside of her. She loved being naughty and teasing him more than anything, but there were times when she liked being subservient to him. Not that she wanted to be tonight, but still. That snake slid out of her and she groaned trying to catch her breath. Not even three seconds later, he went slamming back into her getting her to shriek out again. "Daddy…" She whined in pleasure. Her breasts were sore, but a little pressure wouldn't hurt them. Elle welcomed it.
Sylar
The irony that she used the word 'stud' to describe him. But no one could look as gorgeous as Elle; never ever. "Baby, I'll give you my cum, only if you promise not to be good," he demanded, voice rough, pulling out again, faster this time. Sylar wanted a hard, fast rhythm he almost never got, especially not with baby. He thrust his leaking hardness back inside the welcoming warmth of her open pussy. Bucking his hips up and rolling his hips on the out thrust. "O-oh, goddamn that pussy, baby, make Daddy feel it, give him your sweet cum. You f-feel so good……." he moaned into her shoulder, slapping her ass again on his thrust.
Elle
Well he most certainly was a stud, sexy in every which way. What other word was there left to describe him? Well maybe there was good-looking, handsome, attractive, etc, but stud covered it. "O-okay! I'll be bad, Daddy! Mmmm. Just… p-please give it to me!" She was pleading with her serial killer lover to fuck her as hard as possible; to fill her up with his load until neither of them could stand or breathe. "Aaah!" She screamed out as he impaled her on that thick shaft of his once more. She groaned out; elbows now resting on that sink, those knees of hers quivered almost as if they were about to give out at any moment, and chances are they probably were. "It's all yours, Daddy… harder!"
Sylar
Well, stud was a breeding horse, as in 'being put out to stud'. The irony that his now-fiancé was pregnant? But he liked it. God, it made him so horny. Sylar dug his fingers into that mussed bun, yanking her head back, growling in her ear, "Good, I'll hold you to that." He began to pound into her, dizzy over the fact that she wasn't in pain, was taking his brutal thrusts with pleasure instead. Sylar's hands went to her hips for leverage and grip as he withdrew his cock. Slapping the fat length back in, he felt her juices slide around him; her muscles trembled from his abuse. He grunted at each in thrust, fuck, she was so tight in this position, especially with baby now. He growled harshly at her command for 'harder', pulling back his hips to bury himself deeper, harder, faster into her moist depths. "Fuck, baby, I know it’s all mine……." he grated out, head spinning with pleasure.
Elle
His voice was just so fucking hot in her ear, then again his voice always was quite the turn on, especially at times like these. She continued to whimper and squeal as that dick moved in and out of her. She was so close now; it would be any moment before she was cumming all around his cock. "Da…." She couldn't get what she wanted to say out, she took a moment to recollect herself but that was kind of her. "Daddy!" She screamed out. "I'm about to cum, Daddy! Oh god! Daddy!" Pitchy noise escaped from her throat, those walls clamping down on him, face a mix of emotions. Webs of pleasure ebbed from her very being as she was temporarily taken to another realm of existence, bliss washing over her form. "Daddy…" She let out one last time, trying to stand upright.
Sylar
He felt her begin to sag. So Sylar wrapped a forearm around her waist, under her belly, gripping mainly her hips to hold her up and to him. She screamed out her pet name for him, accurate, when she came. Elle tightened miraculously tight on his impaling meat, forcing a ragged grunted groan from his throat. He slammed himself into her faster, really working her pussy now. "God, fuck……baby, so g-good……!" Sylar moaned, he felt his cock harden, ready to explode, which it soon did. Her juices rushing around the head was what set him off, pouring himself into her with force. He roared out, head thrown back. Hearing a startled, muffled yelp from the other girl on the wall he gave a last hard grinding pounding thrust into her silken pussy. He felt his whole body stiffen, before relaxing. Sylar supported himself, one hand on her hip, the other on the counter by her hand. Helping her to stand, holding her back against his chest, he breathing hard. "God-damn, Elle……..that felt so good. I think it gets better over time," he remarked, as if they were alone. Damn, he didn't know if he came harder because they had an audience, because of her teasing and foreplay, or because of the location. Or rough sex withdrawal. Any of the above. But he'd always wanted to fuck in front of someone; guess today was just that day.
Elle
She cried out as he pounded into her harder. She was grateful that she'd decided to put her hair in a bun; she didn't want to walk out of the bathroom completely disheveled. He continued to groan and grunt into her as he thrust away, trying to achieve an orgasm of his own. It wasn't long until he actually did; those sticky fluids of his painting her inner walls a thick, most miraculous white. She appreciated that he was holding onto her, she definitely would've been lying on the floor right now. The other girl on the wall went completely unnoticed, well… Elle knew she was there but, who gave a shit how scared she was. Wasn't like anyone asked her to walk in the bathroom. Faint sounds escaped her as he spoke to her, telling her how good the sex was. "Go back to the hotel now?" That was the only thing she could let out, there was no need to comment on how amazing the sex was; her body language, heavy breathing, and sweat slicked body said enough. Elle loved the fact that someone was watching as well; she looked up in the mirror to see the Asian girl still looking on in complete fear and shock. "Can we kill her?"
Sylar
"Fuck, yes. You still haven't eaten my salami," he reminded, nibbling on her neck. Sylar called her underwear to his hand, Elle failing to notice as he pocketed them. He pulled up his boxers and pants, zipping them, calling his button up to him and shrugging back into that. Then he frowned, Elle asked a good question. Part of him wanted to say yes, the other wanted to say no. But in the end, practicality won out. "Yeah, sure," he said, almost resigned, "But make it quick." Somewhere in his evil soul, he understood that the girl was innocent. He could at least give her that. Grasping Elle's hand, he began to walk with her out of the women's restroom as if it were natural that a large, dark man be seen exiting the ladies'. If she wanted to kill the girl, she'd have to do it while walking out the door; otherwise he'd finish the job. They began to walk through the restaurant, before reaching the doors, which were opened for them. Sylar nodded to the footmen. He gave the valet chief their card and the non-descript black van that was 'theirs' soon appeared. The engine still running, Sylar opened the door for Elle, giving her a hand into it. Shutting the door, he walked around the van to slide into the driver's seat, putting the car in gear.
Elle
"N-no… I didn't…" She grinned, looking at him through the mirror as he gave her neck attention. Sighing she turned around, going over to that dress and pulling it back on her body. That clutch was grabbed and she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look that bad. Only thing out of place was her hair, not like she wore make up. She watched as he finished getting dressed and walked over to him. "Goodie!" She needed to kill now; it had been two days since she'd done so. "Quick… okay." She frowned a bit pouting her lips. Elle was thinking of lots of agony, paralysis, and torture but… she could do quick. He grabbed her hand and she smiled up at him, completely happy, yet still horny. They began walking and she cocked her hand like a gun shooting a beam of electricity through the woman's forehead, blood splattering amongst the wall. Instant death. It was fast becoming her favorite method of execution. Elle noticed that they walked right by their table without paying or leaving a tip of any kind. Oh well. There were more important things. There were enough patrons in the restaurant to allow them to make a profit. Gabriel handed the card to them and they began to get in the van. "Shhhh. There, there." She rubbed her belly as baby had begun to kick. Being chivalrous, Gabriel opened the door for her allowing her to get in, closing it afterwards. He eventually got in the van himself and Elle immediately went to laying her head on his shoulder. "Now what were you saying about salami?"
Sylar
Pulling out, he noticed Elle rubbing her belly soothingly, talking to the baby. He raised a brow in Elle's direction as he merged with traffic, which wasn't difficult. As their hotel wasn't far, they would arrive soon, none too soon for either of them, he was sure. "Is baby upset? Tell him he's too young to know what we just did, way, way too young." he said. "That you had yet to devour it." Sylar answered. Chivalry? She was pregnant, she couldn't very well get in herself easily. "What do you want to do when we get back?" by which he meant, what kind of sex and what position are we wanting? He knew 'what' they would be doing, it was the 'how', he didn't. It still amazed him how she could make his blood so hot by doing so little. She was the only one who got to him like that, ever. Even more it surprised him that he was aroused by her being pregnant.
Elle
Gabriel's comment made her laugh. "I don't think that's what it is, maybe he's stretching." She was sure it was pretty cramped inside of her, not exactly much room to move around. "Oh… that. No, I haven't." She moved her hands to his crotch, groping him through his slacks. She could feel the warmth radiating from his cock even through the material of his pants. Elle loved holding his meat in her hands. "Honestly, I don't know…" she unzipped his pants, reaching inside and pulling out that phallus. My, how she liked sucking him off as he drove. "Sure we'll…" she leaned down, the head brushing against her lips, "think of something." And with that she wrapped those pink lips around his tip, closing her eyes as she sucked on him. Small moans were given, right hand pumping away at him.
Sylar
Sylar let out a sharp exhale when her hand met his cock separated by his pants. Fuck, he loved how horny he got her. He loved that she liked holding his dick. He knew he liked it. "Well, why don't you th- Uh!" she unzipped him, reaching in and removing his cock from his pants. He got hard in an instant, gasping. Sylar's eyelids and lashes fluttered in lust as he felt his head bump against her lips, but his eyes remained on the road. "Shouldn't……you save some salami for later?" He asked, voice coarse, a little slurred. "Oh, oh!" He gasped out again as her luscious, velvet lips wrapped around the thick head, feeling her begin to suck on his tip like a fucking lollipop, feeling her hand begin to jerk him. Sylar whimpered his delight at the wonderful sensations being wrought on his body. His left hand gripped the wheel; the other went to the back of her golden head, not pushing, just holding her.
Elle
"For later? Now, silly bear, you know I was never the patient type…" She wanted his cock now, and given his noises of pleasure he certainly couldn't disagree. He was loving this just as much as she was. Tongue flicked over the tiny slit at the top, teasing him. Lowering herself down further, she took more of that cock into her mouth. It wasn't more than three inches really given his size, but with her expertise it felt like considerably more. What her mouth couldn't get to her hand certainly could. Slurping away, she pulled back, his dick popping out of her mouth with a lewd pop. Kissing the tip she looked up at him. "Like, that Daddy?" She slowly jerked him awaiting his response before bobbing once more on him. "Hm?"
Sylar
No, he really couldn't. He didn't give a damn how much she actually was able to fit in her mouth; he never gave it any thought. It always felt too damn good; she was an expert cocksucker. Besides, the head that she loved to suck on held most of his nerves anyway. He frowned in ecstasy as she fluttered her soft wet tongue over his slit. Sylar was desperate to keep his eyes open. He shuddered as she let his cock slide out of her mouth with an obscene noise, she kissed his tip asking him whether he liked it or not. He panted for breath, the urge to force her mouth back over him and then some was nearly overpowering. "Mmmm, yeah, oh, yeah," he grated out. She teasingly jacked his length. Then she took those wonderful, lucky three inches back into her hot cavern. Wet saliva and tissue sliding over his sensitive organ. "God, fuck, yes! You know I do!" Sylar cried out, trying to drive and not kill Elle and the baby, fist white on the wheel.
Elle
Tongue worked underneath that fleshy ridge, cheeks hallowing as she increased the pressure of her sucking. If the sounds weren't loud before they certainly were now. Elle couldn't even hear the sound of the van's engine or the world outside the vehicle. Her hand went to pull his heavy balls out from his slacks, rolling them around between her fingers. Damn, now she needed to suck on those… she exchanged his cock for his sack, those nuggets being sucked in her mouth. She tugged, biting down on the skin, not painful enough to cause him extreme pain, but enough to give him some indication of what was happening. Her head moved from side to side as she pulled at them, those orbs still safely in her mouth, she was careful not to hurt those. Still tugging, she pumped his shaft.
Sylar
Long, steady noises of his own were being torn from his throat; groans, whimpers, mewling as she sucked harder. Fuck, he managed to make it to the hotel and park, soon shutting off the engine so she really couldn’t hear it now. He let out an animalistic growl at her biting, hips shifting, trying to hump something, anything. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and rolled back. Sounds of pleasure were constant. Elle's tugging teeth on his sac was enough to make him buck up sharply, not in an effort to get away, but for more, more torture, more stimulation. He was getting close to popping now, feeling his organ grow rigid in her hand. Sylar feeling the head begin to ooze and drip into her pumping hand, increasing the slide, the ease of her strokes. "G-god, fu-uck……Elle, baby……" Sylar's large hand began to direct her head back to his aching, needy shaft, his swollen head that demanded attention.
Elle
She felt that cum slide down his shaft and onto her hand. He hadn't quite blown his top quite yet, but he was damn sure getting close to it. He ushered her back to his dick and she complied, those balls falling out of her mouth with a wet, soft thud. Lips were now over his head, sucking and licking away at the cum that managed to dribble free. Her silly bear tasted excellent. Her jaw was hurting, those lips of her swollen, and her cheeks a bright crimson. She started whimpering, bobbing her head extremely fast, single few strands of hair swaying. She was going to drink him down until she couldn't anymore.
Sylar
He felt her release his balls, gravity taking them. Her hot mouth returned to his head, sucking and licking at the swollen pink flesh. He felt her wonderful soft lips begin to slide over him, very fast now, her voice creating vibrations in his cock that made his balls tighten further. "Fuck, Elle, baby, I'm-I'm gonna cum, gonna fucking shoot a-!" His words were cut off by a roar as he came hard, feeling his balls expel his cum into her waiting mouth, his cock still sensitive from their earlier fuck. Sylar’s shaft hardened, his body going stiff, hips arching, feeling the head explode. Giving Elle his warm load and covering the insides of her mouth and throat. He collapsed with a groan. "Goddamn, Elle…….baby, you couldn't wait." Sylar liked that about her, she took what she wanted, especially if it was him. Chest heaving, he struggled for breath. "How do you want me next?" Probably sounding incredibly greedy of him, but she did say she wanted it back at the hotel, too.
Elle
Her mouth was suddenly flooded. The delightful taste of her fiancé’s semen coating her taste buds. It was coming in fast, as it always had, and there was a lot of it. She swallowed as best she could, but that didn't stop it from eventually leaking out the corners of her mouth. She moaned, still swallowing more of his load. Her hand coming to rest a few inches below her chin, catching the cum that dripped. No need to get those slacks of his stained. He'd finally stopped spurting and she cleaned his head with her tongue, right hand holding his cock. The head was popped out of her mouth and she gasped out for air. "No, Daddy, I couldn't," she said cutely. That left hand was brought up to her mouth as she slurped and licked it clean, lapping away at her hand as a cat would do its paw. Taking that same hand she wiped the corners of her mouth and chin. "Can you fuck my ass for me, pleeeeease?" She asked. That's how she wanted him the second time, she needed to have both holes filled tonight.
Sylar
Sylar watched, mouth open, gasping for air, even after he'd recovered it as Elle licked her palm of his thick, white fluid. He listened to all her lovely noises, sucking, popping and gasping. He loved that cute voice, it made her that much more innocent. Just like something he wanted to devour. At her request, his hand that still rested in her hair, gave a yank and pulled her succulent mouth to his for a crushing kiss with a moan. Good thing he'd planned on that. His tongue delved into her mouth for her saliva or his cum, it didn't matter. Releasing her just as suddenly, fuck, he was really in the mood, he croaked, "Yes." Quickly pulling up his pants, Sylar opened the door, pocketing the van's key, as he practically stalked around the van to her door, flicking it open, helping her out. Sylar wrapped an arm around her body and walked with her to the hotel room, opening that with no hands as well.
Elle
She yelped as he yanked her by the hair, pulling her up to his mouth for a heated kiss. She placed her right on his chest as their tongues swirled around each other, exploring the other's mouth. The pregnant, electric blonde was more than happy to feed him his own cum. They pulled away and he went tugging his pants up and before she knew it he was at her door opening it for her. Stepping out, she allowed him to hold her to himself, until they made it to that hotel room. Once inside those shoes were immediately kicked off, and she removed that dress, allowing it to slide down her frame half way and pushing it the rest of the way over her belly. Hair was taken out of that bun, and she crawled onto that bed on all fours, ass in the air, pussy juices sliding down her inner thighs. "Daddy…" She sang, waggling her ass at him with a tiny giggle. "I'm empty, wanna come fill me up?"
Sylar
She quickly stripped; such a good girl, taking out her hair like she knew he liked it. She positioned herself on the bed, just how he wanted her. He bit his lip as he watched the show, running his tongue over his lips. "Such a good girl. You already know what I want," he drawled out, voice low. He walked to the nearest side of the bed, admiring the view as he slowly stripped of his own attire, first his shirts. Then moving slowly to the back of the bed, giving her the impression that he would join her soon, but he only slapped her pussy. "Fuck, yes," he growled, god, this woman made him so hard. He paced to the other side of the bed now, taking in her eager, open form as he stripped of his pants, boxers and shoes. Sylar was behind her now, standing naked behind her. He knelt beside the bed. Pulling her back by her hips so her legs were splayed wide, pussy and ass equally so. Her intimate flesh on a level with his mouth. "You want Daddy in your ass, babe?" He inquired, lips brushing her inner thigh and buttock.
Elle
"Uh-huh!" She let out happily with a smile. Her round belly was evident even more so in this position, the curvature of her stomach all too apparent. "I'm only a good girl for you, Daddy." She continued to shake her ass at him, enticing him. Elle knew that he'd never be able to resist her. He moved around behind her, and suddenly he slapped her pussy, causing her to shriek. "Ow….do it again." Roughness was always appreciated. She could hear his clothes hitting the floor as he disrobed. Gripping her hips, he pulled her closer into himself; she could feel his hot breath against her intimate flesh. "Uh…. yes, Daddy, please…."
Sylar
He slapped her again, just like she'd asked, feeling her wet pussy around his fingers in that brief instant. He let a hot breath tease over both her holes, before slapping her again. Rinse, repeat. His tongue met her labia, leaving quick, wet swipes over her lips. Sylar sucked on them, giving her a hint of teeth. Giving her aching hole a few vicious thrusts with his tongue, he slithered his wet muscle up to her ass. Circling his tongue around her hole as he nipped it, he held and bit chunks of the flesh of her ass. He gave her pussy another slap. What the hell. He bit down her thighs. Then, spreading her ass cheeks sharply, he held them there with his invisible, talented hands. Sylar ran a finger down her spine to the cleft of her ass, teasing over it. "I'm afraid you weren't good enough for Daddy. He'd going to have to punish you," he rasped in a deadly, dark voice, "And Daddy wants to fuck your ass, feel your hole clamp down on his cock. Daddy wants to work your ass hard, baby," Sylar droned. Fuck, he was really enjoying this. Another slap was delivered.
Elel
She squealed out as that harsh contact was made again with her pussy. Oh, she was getting off on this whole thing tremendously. Next he began to actually eat her out, sucking on her labia and even going as far as to fuck her with his tongue. "Ah!" He began biting her flesh, really causing her to squirm. It didn't really hurt or anything but it was just a different sensation, one that she actually found herself liking. "Oh, Daddy…" Her thighs suffered the same fate as her ass now as he munched deliciously on them. At this rate she was going to collapse to the bed. Her cheeks were parted and he started sliding those fingers down her back. She gasped out as he talked her not being good enough, and how she needed to be punished. "W-will fucking my ass make Daddy forgive me?" She asked voice full of innocence.
Sylar
"Fuck." he breathed out, answering with, “It’s a start.” Sylar licked his lips before running his tongue around her anus, next lapping at the pink bumpy flesh. His tongue flickered over her hole, warm breath singeing her as he breathed. He proceeded to shove his tongue at her hole, wiggling his muscle to get deeper, groaning as he did so. Good thing he'd cum twice already; he could go for a while now, torture her with this like she had him in the restaurant. Sylar began to suck at her hole, driving his tongue in and alternating. Suddenly he withdrew, leaving her whimpering, aching, writhing for contact. "We might need to make a fucking appointment for your punishment. It could take a while. You can't cum til Daddy says, got that?" Sylar slapped her pussy again to make sure he had her complete attention, even though he knew he already had that and more. Fingers went down to play with her dripping pussy.
Elle
She continued to moan as he had his way with her. He was clearly dragging this out, but Elle didn't mind at all. He tongue fucked her ass, and she moaned out. That felt better than it should have. "A while?" She asked. "Okay, anything you say, Daddy." She jumped up as he slapped her pussy once more. Oh, he definitely had her attention; there was nothing that could pull her focus away from him. "Mmmm!" God, he had such wonderful fingers. Labia was red and puffy, and she still continued to leak for him. "That feels good, Daddy… can I lay on my back, my arms hurt…" She was pregnant after all, she didn't have the energy that she used to possess.
Sylar
"I know it’s anything I say, baby. You're my fucking cum slut," he told her, his voice coming out rough. Sylar loved her cunt, everything about it; he hadn't had another pussy since he'd fucked hers. He loved to tease in between her lips, circle and press down on her clit; he loved everything about her hole. Fuck. He didn't want her to move, but he didn't want her to collapse on him and hurt baby or something. "Lay on your side," was growled, annoyed. He waited til she did so, "Move up the bed," he commanded next. She did that, too. Lying face down on the bed at a diagonal angle so his face was still pressed to her pussy, he lapped at it from the side now, groaning. How could she still be wet for him? Sylar wondered how long he could drag this out. Without killing her, that it. He insinuated his long tongue between her lips, seeking her pussy.
Elle
Of course he didn't because this was the only pussy he ever had. He had long since been tagged as property of Elle Bishop. "I like being your cum slut, Daddy," she stated with a cheerful smile. Elle was really beginning to strain herself, holding her weight up and she took in a breath. Thankfully he allowed her to at least lie on her side. She moved up the bed as he said, settling against the mattress rather comfortably. He positioned himself between her legs, face right at her heat as he began to lap away at her, making her body shudder. That was a good question. How long was he going to drag this out? She didn't mind if it was all night really, as long as he was touching her.
Sylar
He hummed in approval against her pussy, murmuring, "I know you do, baby, I know you do.” Oh, god, all night sounded so good. But she'd mind. Oh, would she mind when she blacked out when she came, probably multiple times if he did (somehow manage to) drag it out that long. She'd be raw by the time he finished with her. While he could go for a while, he had yet to test his endurance for that amount of time. He logged that away for later. Sylar loved this. He thrived, he lived off this. Control. Power. Elle's may have been the only pussy he'd ever had, but goddamnit, it was fucking his. He owned it. He was so aroused, his lust near the danger zone, when he did bad things. His Hunger always got jealous. He thrust a finger into her tight, sopping snatch, pumping it a few times to tease. Removing the digit and placing it at her asshole. Sylar began to push it inside, past her ring of muscle as gently as he could, finger lubricated with her plentiful juice. He began to bite at her pussy, very gently, swiping his tongue at it, his chest vibrating with a rumble as he did so. God, she felt so good, literally edible.
Elle
Her eyes were closed as he worked on her. Baby's movements were obvious to the naked eye as he moved within her. Golden, glorious, gorgeous hair was sprawled across the mattress fanning out. Blacking out sounded fun….but was blacking out good for the baby? Who knew? It certainly didn't sound like it though. Elle could cum over and over again as long as he was the one providing her with all of these delightful sensations. Not only was her pussy his, but Elle herself was. She could safely say that he owned her, and she had no objections to that. His finger wandered inside of her pussy, shoved in roughly as he moved it around from within her. He got it nice and wet before bringing it to her ass, and plunging it in. "Uh…" Her hole immediately clamped down on the intruding digit, not letting it go. He began biting her again and this time at her pussy. It felt sooo good, she started to squirm, thighs rubbing together. "Daddy…." She wasn't protesting, that sensation was hard to describe. She cried out with a whimper as he continued to nibble at her.
Sylar
Frankly, he didn't know if she'd like him biting at her pussy, at first. But her squirming and cries told him plenty. He began to bite, marginally, harder at her pussy, feeling more of her juices slip free. Some into his mouth, others to coat his chin and face. His tongue lapped quickly at her between bites and nibbles. The finger buried inside her ass was pushed as far in as it could go. Sylar ground it around inside her to help her loosen up, literally, before he attempted to remove it, very gently. He would do this gently regardless, but tonight was for teasing and he knew both her holes were begging to be filled with something, anything. When his finger had withdrawn fully, he removed his mouth and hands from her. "Do you know how bad you've been? Daddy has to work your pussy, fuck your ass to show you how bad you've been." He moved his mouth closer to her pussy, his words spilling hot air over her cunt, "And Daddy loves to watch you squirm for him."
Elle
He should definitely keep his face between her legs more often, biting or no; it just felt fucking amazing. Juices most undoubtedly were starting to coat his face; chances were he loved that just as much as she loved for him to give her a facial. Maybe even more so. Reaching her hand down, she ran her fingers through his dark hair. There wasn't much that she could say, not much that she could do. All that she needed to do was enjoy the sensations and moan for him, which she was doing exponentially. His finger slid slowly out of her ass, and she sighed. "I thought you wanted me to be naughty, Daddy?" She let out, chest rising and falling. "I love to squirm for you." She really wanted cock now, maybe if she begged… "Daddy… can you please fill me up now? I want your big cock in me… pretty please with a cherry on top?"
Sylar
"I did. I do." Although he realized now that it would be difficult for her to be naughty and sassy and difficult while being pregnant. He groaned, returning his finger to her ass after covering it with more juices. This time two fingers were slid in, slowly. Sylar's mouth returned to her pussy nipping at her labia, then around her clit, sucking it in deep. "In a minute, babe," he grated out against her clit. He had to make sure she was ready to take him in. He twisted his fingers around inside her ass, fingers probing her tunnel, pressing against her walls. When she moaned at that, he knew she was ready for another finger, which was very much needed. His teeth wrapped around her clit and he shook his head violently from side to side. Sylar wetted another finger and began to slide that in. Laying his maw around her pussy hole and giving a bite, he moaned into her deep cavern.
Elle
One by one he was slipping those fingers into her constricting hole. His teeth clamped down on her clit and he shook his head from side to side. "AAAAH! FUCK!" Now that felt wonderful! God… if he kept things up at this rate she'd be a goner. "Daddy… I'm close…" She knew she wasn't supposed to cum unless he gave her expressed permission, but she was just warning him. It was important that he knew the effects his actions were having on her, so he could know when to slow down and when to speed up. Hell, if this really wasn't a punishment, he probably wasn't going to slow down. Elle was lying on her side with Gabriel lapping away her pussy, giving bites here and there, and four of his fingers inside her ass stretching her. Orgasmic release was calling her name; she wanted to so badly cum all over his face.
Sylar
"You wait for Daddy," he growled, shifting quickly to begin to shove his cock into her ass, hand snaking down to shove single digit into her pussy. He got in easily into her ass, balls tickling her pussy. While still buried inside her, he bucked his hips upwards, pulling his finger away from both of them, hitching on her g-spot. He groaned at the sensations: her muscles fluttering, clenching around his cock and finger. He bit down hard on her neck, breaking the skin, graveling out, "Cum for me baby, cum for Daddy!" Sylar knew she'd do so before he could finish his demand. He gave another buck, his pelvis grinding pleasurably into her wet pussy and against his finger.
Elle
"Okay!" Her voice was high now, she'd been trying to hold back her orgasm as instructed but it was a very hard thing to do. She'd do it for him though; she'd do anything that Gabriel said. She moaned as the head of his dick pressed against her tiny hole, seeking entrance. It yielded to his demands allowing him to sink into her, balls deep. "Daddy! Daddy!" Elle loved having Gabriel's cock inside her ass, stretching her walls apart, tickling her insides. "AAAAH!" He bit into her neck, breaking her skin. Talk about vampirism. She really didn't mind, this was the type of sex they both liked. Her new wound was probably bleeding now, but so be it. It'd heal in time. Right as he was giving her the go, she came around him, releasing a torrent of those juices, she'd been holding back. His name was squealed over and over. "I love you!" She panted out finally. Her orgasm caused both of her holes to tighten, her ass throbbing in pain around his length trying to squeeze the cum from him.
Sylar
Sylar knew she'd always wanted him to bite her. So tonight he did. He felt her juices flood his finger, their thighs. He groaned, tilting her head to thrust his tongue in deep into her mouth, nearly her throat. His arousal spiked when she came hard around him. He gasped hard into her mouth. He hadn't thought he would cum so soon, but her muscles squeezed him so tight that he pulled back and slammed back in with a wet clap. His balls jerking, tightening and flooding her ass with his cum. Sylar's dick pulsed, twitching, aching, and hard as a fucking rock. He gave a few more thrusts to give her everything he had. Exhaling loudly, Sylar kissed her gentler now, with more sensual passion than desperation. He collapsed back to the bed not removing his finger or cock from her body, his head lolled back on the pillows, a little dizzy. "Love you," he choked out, needing air.
Elle
She was still experiencing the final waves of pleasure as he came inside of her ass, filling the tight hole up with sticky goodness. He thrust inside of her a few times, and she whimpered. Eyes closed shut. He fell down next to her obviously exhausted. Thighs were sticky and her body was sweaty; she gulped loudly, breathing hard. He returned her declaration of love and nodded. "Thank you, Daddy." That was exactly what she needed. She prayed he didn't take his cock out of her, she loved laying down just like this, him inside of her. For a while nothing was said, the only sounds in the room was their breathing, Elle decided to speak up. "Now what?" Hand went to the wound on her neck touching it with a slight wince before bring her fingers to her line of sight to see the blood. She grinned
Sylar
His eyes remained closed for a while, trying to recapture some oxygen. Why the hell would he pull out? "You're very welcome, baby," he rasped out, removing his finger from her pussy however, as it was uncomfortable for the angle he was at. He finally opened his glassy eyes at her motions, seeing her hand wipe at her bloody shoulder. He knew she probably expected an apology; but he was Sylar and he didn't regret it and didn't lie. So he didn't give one. "Now, us non-energizer bunnies go to sleep," murmuring and pulling her to him, spooning while still buried inside her. He closed his eyes again, giving a contented sigh. He lifted them up and slid the blankets down, setting them both down gracefully, flinging the sheet over them as his legs wound around hers. "Night, babe," was muttered sleepily, totally sated and at peace. At least until tomorrow when his Hunger would undoubtedly strike. He could feel it rising.
