Static
title: static
fanfiction: short
fandom: heroes (set in 310: the eclipse, part 1)
characters: sylar/elle bishop
rating: T
status: complete
also archived: nowhere yet! :)
original publish date: 20 november 2009
Static
A gust of wind hit the side of the motel. Sylar noticed with great interest how the palm trees outside of his window yielded to the wrath of the Santa Ana winds. They bent dangerously, illuminated by the glow of the parking lot lights. He absently wondered how often the lithe limbs snapped under pressure. His thoughts were interrupted by a quick, rhythmic rapping on his door. He opened the door to reveal a petite blonde, luggage in tow.
“Elle, wha--?”
She pushed past him with little regard for his confusion. Elle cheerily noted that part of his speechlessness may have resulted from her particularly revealing bedtime attire, a black cami and short-shorts ensemble.
“The walls are thin,” she explained, kicking off her shoes to stand in her stocking feet. “The couple next door…” She trailed off and shot Sylar a coquettish grin.
Sylar answered with a short chuckle. “Don’t expect me to give up the bed.”
As much as Elle wanted to look back at him innocently, she could barely manage to be coy. “Who said I was expecting you to?”
She fished her toothbrush out of her bag and shuffled to the bathroom.
“Ouch!”
Sylar turned in time to see Elle snap her hand back from the knob of the bathroom door. Despite himself, he raised a concerned eyebrow. “You okay?”
Elle glared at her fingertips as she gingerly inspected them. “The door shocked me, dammit. There’s so much electricity in the air thanks to this damn wind, I guess I didn’t make things better by wearing socks. Dammit!”
Sylar laughed. Who would’ve guessed that the lightening girl’s match was static electricity?
“Don’t be such a jerk!” Elle directed her glare at Sylar before spinning to grab the impossibly small tube of complimentary toothpaste. “It surprised me more than anything.”
“What do you want me to do,” chuckled Sylar as he sauntered across the room to lean against the doorframe. “Kiss it?”
Spitting out a mouthful of suds, she sent a scowl through the mirror. She wiped her mouth.
“Yes.”
The motel shuddered against another surge of the adiabatic wind. With surprising tenderness, Sylar took her hand. His breath warm on her fingertips, she bit her lip to stop a schoolgirl smile from spreading across her face. As he broke the chaste kiss, she couldn’t help herself.
“Dammit, Elle!” He yelped in response to the trail of sparks left across his lips. “What the--?”
She was giggling too manically to be afraid of him as he firmly grasped her shoulders, trying to contain his frustration. Another gust tore through the structure, suddenly plunging the hotel into darkness. Elle’s laughter subsided, and Sylar’s grip on her arms slackened.
“The power lines,” he murmured. “They must’ve-” Elle cut him off with a kiss. Reluctantly, she pulled back after a few seconds. She lifted her hand, casting an eerie glow onto their faces. She smirked.
"Power lines?"
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--for mollivanders :) --
original a/n: i'm normally not a syelle shipper (actually, i don't usually write elle in general), but how could i resist a prompt meme? it was supposed to be a drabble, but... obviously things quickly got out of hand.
thanks for reading!
fanfiction: short
fandom: heroes (set in 310: the eclipse, part 1)
characters: sylar/elle bishop
rating: T
status: complete
also archived: nowhere yet! :)
original publish date: 20 november 2009
Static
A gust of wind hit the side of the motel. Sylar noticed with great interest how the palm trees outside of his window yielded to the wrath of the Santa Ana winds. They bent dangerously, illuminated by the glow of the parking lot lights. He absently wondered how often the lithe limbs snapped under pressure. His thoughts were interrupted by a quick, rhythmic rapping on his door. He opened the door to reveal a petite blonde, luggage in tow.
“Elle, wha--?”
She pushed past him with little regard for his confusion. Elle cheerily noted that part of his speechlessness may have resulted from her particularly revealing bedtime attire, a black cami and short-shorts ensemble.
“The walls are thin,” she explained, kicking off her shoes to stand in her stocking feet. “The couple next door…” She trailed off and shot Sylar a coquettish grin.
Sylar answered with a short chuckle. “Don’t expect me to give up the bed.”
As much as Elle wanted to look back at him innocently, she could barely manage to be coy. “Who said I was expecting you to?”
She fished her toothbrush out of her bag and shuffled to the bathroom.
“Ouch!”
Sylar turned in time to see Elle snap her hand back from the knob of the bathroom door. Despite himself, he raised a concerned eyebrow. “You okay?”
Elle glared at her fingertips as she gingerly inspected them. “The door shocked me, dammit. There’s so much electricity in the air thanks to this damn wind, I guess I didn’t make things better by wearing socks. Dammit!”
Sylar laughed. Who would’ve guessed that the lightening girl’s match was static electricity?
“Don’t be such a jerk!” Elle directed her glare at Sylar before spinning to grab the impossibly small tube of complimentary toothpaste. “It surprised me more than anything.”
“What do you want me to do,” chuckled Sylar as he sauntered across the room to lean against the doorframe. “Kiss it?”
Spitting out a mouthful of suds, she sent a scowl through the mirror. She wiped her mouth.
“Yes.”
The motel shuddered against another surge of the adiabatic wind. With surprising tenderness, Sylar took her hand. His breath warm on her fingertips, she bit her lip to stop a schoolgirl smile from spreading across her face. As he broke the chaste kiss, she couldn’t help herself.
“Dammit, Elle!” He yelped in response to the trail of sparks left across his lips. “What the--?”
She was giggling too manically to be afraid of him as he firmly grasped her shoulders, trying to contain his frustration. Another gust tore through the structure, suddenly plunging the hotel into darkness. Elle’s laughter subsided, and Sylar’s grip on her arms slackened.
“The power lines,” he murmured. “They must’ve-” Elle cut him off with a kiss. Reluctantly, she pulled back after a few seconds. She lifted her hand, casting an eerie glow onto their faces. She smirked.
"Power lines?"
---
--for mollivanders :) --
original a/n: i'm normally not a syelle shipper (actually, i don't usually write elle in general), but how could i resist a prompt meme? it was supposed to be a drabble, but... obviously things quickly got out of hand.
thanks for reading!