Abrazar
Drabble: Abrazar
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character: Maya/Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 498
Note: For onimosity, who wanted KW Verse. it's not smutty but there is some dancing.
A wee missing scenes from Amor?. Hopes it's alright :)
"Urg, gross. Think - think I'm gonna be sick..."
Maya stops and turns, stumbling on her feet. When she sees his pale sweaty face she points and laughs - cackles- and he groans and decides to sit back down again. They were both very drunk but he was more worse for wear then she because he was aware of it. He could not handle this stuff. She reaches him, empty vodka bottle swinging dangerously near to his head. Wouldn't be the first time she's glassed him and he slips it out of her loose fingers and throws it over the road where it's lost in the dark. The day had been gorgeous and the night was sticky, a promise of a storm on the air.
"I didn't dance...I haven't for so long. Olvidado..." she flutters her hand and looks over his head with disappointment and he gets back to his feet slowly. He takes her hand and she doesn't pull away. Instead Maya looks at him with that wistful longing that's been around her since she had got drunk. She had been talking about the past they shared, the good times like it had been stored up inside but never found an easy outlet until now. It wasn't painful, like when she tried before.
He dares and pulls her warm body into his arms and she stiffens. He shushes into her ear, rubbing his hand down her back and when he thinks she's going to push him away she relaxes and lays her arms around his shoulders. She begins to move in slow but ungraceful circles and he tries not to step on her. Or be sick.
"We danced in your shop..."
"They took my timepieces." Even now he feels a swell of rage that they had gutted not only his shop but his apartment. But fate was kind sometimes, he had found them all here, safe and sound. He lowers his head against her neck, loving the feel of her and that it's lasting for more then a few precious seconds. Holding Maya tighter she stares off into the distance, not really there. He feels an unfurling jealousy. "You're not thinking of me."
"I am, shh..." suddenly she giggles and pulls her head back to look at him. "You fell over! I span you and you went wosh!" she leans back, demonstrating and he looses his hold of her and she falls with a thud onto her butt. She looks up and then begins to laugh hysterically. He sighs, feeling really depressed suddenly.
"Come on, better get to bed."
"Mmmm, dormir aquí, fuera como antes." He grabs her arms before she can lie down and get her hair dusty and she wraps her arms around his neck and viciously bites at his ear. He hisses and digs his fingers into her sides but she laughs, throwing her head back and he kisses her throat hungrily. They make their way back, alternately twirling, staggering; at mercy to strong rushes of aggressive passion.
***
Translation:
Forgotten
Sleep here, outside like before.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character: Maya/Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 498
Note: For onimosity, who wanted KW Verse. it's not smutty but there is some dancing.
A wee missing scenes from Amor?. Hopes it's alright :)
"Urg, gross. Think - think I'm gonna be sick..."
Maya stops and turns, stumbling on her feet. When she sees his pale sweaty face she points and laughs - cackles- and he groans and decides to sit back down again. They were both very drunk but he was more worse for wear then she because he was aware of it. He could not handle this stuff. She reaches him, empty vodka bottle swinging dangerously near to his head. Wouldn't be the first time she's glassed him and he slips it out of her loose fingers and throws it over the road where it's lost in the dark. The day had been gorgeous and the night was sticky, a promise of a storm on the air.
"I didn't dance...I haven't for so long. Olvidado..." she flutters her hand and looks over his head with disappointment and he gets back to his feet slowly. He takes her hand and she doesn't pull away. Instead Maya looks at him with that wistful longing that's been around her since she had got drunk. She had been talking about the past they shared, the good times like it had been stored up inside but never found an easy outlet until now. It wasn't painful, like when she tried before.
He dares and pulls her warm body into his arms and she stiffens. He shushes into her ear, rubbing his hand down her back and when he thinks she's going to push him away she relaxes and lays her arms around his shoulders. She begins to move in slow but ungraceful circles and he tries not to step on her. Or be sick.
"We danced in your shop..."
"They took my timepieces." Even now he feels a swell of rage that they had gutted not only his shop but his apartment. But fate was kind sometimes, he had found them all here, safe and sound. He lowers his head against her neck, loving the feel of her and that it's lasting for more then a few precious seconds. Holding Maya tighter she stares off into the distance, not really there. He feels an unfurling jealousy. "You're not thinking of me."
"I am, shh..." suddenly she giggles and pulls her head back to look at him. "You fell over! I span you and you went wosh!" she leans back, demonstrating and he looses his hold of her and she falls with a thud onto her butt. She looks up and then begins to laugh hysterically. He sighs, feeling really depressed suddenly.
"Come on, better get to bed."
"Mmmm, dormir aquí, fuera como antes." He grabs her arms before she can lie down and get her hair dusty and she wraps her arms around his neck and viciously bites at his ear. He hisses and digs his fingers into her sides but she laughs, throwing her head back and he kisses her throat hungrily. They make their way back, alternately twirling, staggering; at mercy to strong rushes of aggressive passion.
***
Translation:
Forgotten
Sleep here, outside like before.