Nobody
Title: Nobody.
Characters: Sylar/Heidi
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 362
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Heidi didn't like the party. 5YG 'verse.
Note: Just a wee drabble for
fifmeister. The style is a bit different from usual.
There’s a stranger in the dark and he’s kissing her.
Long fierce fingers dig into her back, hot palms pushed flat. Her own hands had been frozen, fingers rigamortis with shock but they fall limp as a smoky tingle raced through her. Wide soft lips pressed open mouthed invitations on her.
A deep intake of breath and the lips part and his tongue begs entrance, the hum in his throat indicating a contained frustration. The tip licks the centre of her pink brim and she wants to taste it, his breath not sweet with sour grapes like hers but mellow.
She can feel his height on her, the difference of it something off setting but novel. Rugged, stout, sturdy, robust and still was what her hands had weathered and were moulded to. Broad shoulders tapering to slinky slim hips were touched now. A reversed triangle, thrumming and waving with barely contained kinetic motion that caressed her skin.
The sounds of screaming and shocked yells had been drowned out by him, just as the dark had drowned her identity but Heidi feels her body only half in her control. Her legs wanted to get out of the dark, run for cover from the danger but her pelvis, heart and tongue kept her still, pounding her in place.
Swinging. Ha! The feeling of revenge bubbles in her, the clink of keys rattling in a clear bowl in her mind and it makes her hands grasp him finally, fingers in his hair, bringing him close to her breasts.
This was her retreat from their leery drunk glances and her husband’s barely concealed interest. Away from two empty blue beds and photo frames. Now the room has offered her a man, a dark nobody and she does it quickly and quietly, before the door opens and the light gets in.
He speaks once but she shushes him, not wanting to make it real, just taking his statement and storing it away:
“I’m no one’s but yours.”
Gentle gruff and growl and soft shine of mahogany eyes.
But in the dark she and he are darker shadows.
Non entities.
*
He breathes peacefully next to her, like clock work.
Characters: Sylar/Heidi
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 362
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Heidi didn't like the party. 5YG 'verse.
Note: Just a wee drabble for
fifmeister. The style is a bit different from usual.
There’s a stranger in the dark and he’s kissing her.
Long fierce fingers dig into her back, hot palms pushed flat. Her own hands had been frozen, fingers rigamortis with shock but they fall limp as a smoky tingle raced through her. Wide soft lips pressed open mouthed invitations on her.
A deep intake of breath and the lips part and his tongue begs entrance, the hum in his throat indicating a contained frustration. The tip licks the centre of her pink brim and she wants to taste it, his breath not sweet with sour grapes like hers but mellow.
She can feel his height on her, the difference of it something off setting but novel. Rugged, stout, sturdy, robust and still was what her hands had weathered and were moulded to. Broad shoulders tapering to slinky slim hips were touched now. A reversed triangle, thrumming and waving with barely contained kinetic motion that caressed her skin.
The sounds of screaming and shocked yells had been drowned out by him, just as the dark had drowned her identity but Heidi feels her body only half in her control. Her legs wanted to get out of the dark, run for cover from the danger but her pelvis, heart and tongue kept her still, pounding her in place.
Swinging. Ha! The feeling of revenge bubbles in her, the clink of keys rattling in a clear bowl in her mind and it makes her hands grasp him finally, fingers in his hair, bringing him close to her breasts.
This was her retreat from their leery drunk glances and her husband’s barely concealed interest. Away from two empty blue beds and photo frames. Now the room has offered her a man, a dark nobody and she does it quickly and quietly, before the door opens and the light gets in.
He speaks once but she shushes him, not wanting to make it real, just taking his statement and storing it away:
“I’m no one’s but yours.”
Gentle gruff and growl and soft shine of mahogany eyes.
But in the dark she and he are darker shadows.
Non entities.
*
He breathes peacefully next to her, like clock work.