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Title: Paths
Characters: Maya/Sylar
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2, 498
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: My heart is beating in your hand.
Note: Smut! 1st person POV from Maya.
Breathing deep the air of this apartment and I think that it’s already doing me good. Something in it rushing around inside of me, curing my illness. My fingers trail along the kitchen counter, fake green marble and I shake, quiver with excitement. I haven’t stopped smiling since we got here. The place is dark and cluttered and I want the calmness that settles over everything to seep into me, but I pound.
I’m giddy inside. For me, for this place. For him.
His eyes are on me and I want to turn and go to him. I can feel his last kiss on my lips, not two minutes ago, and I ache for more. Much more. His warm gaze follows me and I don’t have to look. I walk towards the girls room and he falls into my shadow silently.
The little girl sleeps peacefully and deep. It is very late. Past a stripped couch there is a door and I walk towards it, wondering. He follows.
A small bedroom, a bed with purple covers, a wicker headboard on either end. I walk around it and face him on the other side.
“We’re snooping…” He says, teasing.
“We’re alone…” At this his eyes penetrate me, hot and wondering and I look to my feet. I want to laugh at myself. Instead I move towards him, gliding my hand along the bed frame and he gazes with consideration.
“What are you feeling?”
“Dios, I just want to laugh and shout and dance and scream.” I grin and it hurts. His lips curl and I want to lick them, never felt so attracted to anyone before like this.
“Don’t do that, we don’t wanna wake her.” He says, his voice low and it makes me flush. I take his arm and pull him towards me, wrapping my arms around his neck. He stiffens and then relaxes. It’s always the way, like he’s not used to it. I breathe in his scent, clean and soothing as I press my mouth to his. But quick, just a taste.
I move back, lip between my teeth. “I’m here Gabriel, finally. I can’t believe it.” He smiles at me, brushing my hair back from my cheek. I kiss his palm and move out of his embrace and start pacing again, unable to stay still. “When do you think he will get here?”
He shrugs, leaning against a chest of drawers. “A few hours maybe. The babysitter says he was on the way to the airport…”
“Dios I just want him to come!” I stand on the balls of my feet, puncturing the air with my finger and the heels on my boots make a load bang as they hit the floor. I wince and he freezes, listening. But nothing, Molly stays asleep.
Gabriel makes a lowering gesture with his hands and I nod, treading back to the bed carefully as he goes to the door and shuts it. Locks it. I watch him as he watches me. He’s beautiful, and he is mine.
“I haven’t worn high heels since the wedding.” I lean down and pull the boots off, grimacing. “But they’re pinching. Aren’t you?!” I say stupidly, placing the shoes on the ground gently and proceed to rub my feet.
“Be nice, wouldn’t it? If we could cast off pain like clothes. Take off your coat and change for something else and not have to feel like that again…” His tone is soft, introspective. I nod, still not looking up at him.
“It would be, si. But God is there to help, to guide. And,” I add, smiling, “I wanted to look different. Nice.” Before I can sit back his fingers twine into my hair, his dusty boots in my eyes as I take off my socks.
“You wanted to look nice for him?” There’s something in his voice, something tight and I feel my belly twist. Jealous? I try not to smile as I sit up, titling my head up at him.
“I wanted to be presentable. It makes me feel better.” His eyes devour me and suddenly the feel of his wet skin against my hands springs vividly to life. That was only hours ago, the first time he had kissed me and I knew then, knew absolutely. My man. My body throbs, my breathing grows shallow and I press myself deeper onto the bed, the seat of my jeans pressing against me there. I wanted him then, I have many thoughts of wanting him now and they bring little shame. Why should they? My man.
“How are your feet?” He asks, taking me by surprise. My feet had been covered in blisters but they had all healed thankfully. But they’re scarred and still raw. He had once taken them in his lap and kissed them, my brother unaware. He gets down on his knees before me, hands touching my ankles and I can see he’s remembering to.
“Do it again.” The words make me hot and then burn when he starts to comply, bending down. But I swoop down on him, drawing him up and over me and kiss him furiously. I’m bursting, I’m burning for him. His mouth opens against mine, gasping and his body goes rigid before he pulls back. His breath blows over my face and he tries to control it, drawing himself up on his hands, looming over my body.
“You trust me this much?” He whispers and I pull him closer, hand to his face. It’s on the tip of my tongue, it’s been circling my mind for days on end and I just want to say it. But I can’t, so I just nod at him and hope he sees it. He presses against me and his lips passionately work against mine, making them swollen as we becomes more eager.
I’m running with this feeling, this thing I’ve ignored and stored away. Ashamed of it and wary, not wanting it to take me away from the only stability I had. Being fourteen and humiliated by my body, angered by the reactions it generated in unwelcome boys and men. Years of it but not now, never again. My fingers wrench at his hair as his teeth graze my throat, his hand shoving my top up as he palms my left breast. My heart beats there, against his hand. His thigh slips between my legs and I rub myself against him and he begins to pant and moan my name. It’s so good, so right!
There’s a fire in his eyes, a commotion and I want it, want it to consume this thing in me. I’m ready to explode, all these years and finally finding this man, this place in my life. “Mi Gabriel, mi Gabriel! No puedo creer que ha sucedido esto. Nunca he sido este feliz, éste satisfecho.”
“What?” Gabriel sucks in air through red lips, licking them as I kiss around them.
I smile up at him, drawing the back of my fingers down his cheek. “You make me happy, more then I have felt in years.” He blinks slowly, mouth open as he stares at me. He doesn’t speak but something in his face changes and he suddenly pushes himself off me. Something strange on his face.
He stands with his back to me, shirt un-tucked and half unbuttoned. “Maya…I want you, I do but I don’t think I can. I don’t think you can.” His voice is very quiet and it wavers. I cock my head at him. He was always so assured and steady, strong and defiant. Now this is me.
“I can. I can, that’s the choice I took. Being here now or in five years it doesn’t matter because I know with my soul I can and I feel no shame.” He turns, looking at me with something I can’t read again. I rise, lifting my sweater over my head, the air cooling against my flushed skin. There is a heavy tension between us, pregnant and waitingwaitingwaiting. I hold my breath and as I lean towards him he engulfs me, taking me in his arms. I push him back, directing him. Not the bed, it would feel sacrilegious. I push him down onto the couch that’s placed at the end of the bed, the wicker headboard at his back.
“We - god - we have to be quiet.” He says breathlessly as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, running my hands down his chest. Everything happens in a rush, his long fingers on my hips and then trailing down my fly to cup me, bringing me closer to him. I’m exquisitely aware of my body, my nipples hard and pebbled, my clit throbbing and every nerve on fire. He rubs me there, our breathing shallow and then stifled as I plunder his mouth. Fly tugged down, my jeans gaping open and I seethe with need and frustration.
“Quick, quick.” I hiss against his lips, my hand slipping into the front of my underwear and he groans loudly, fingers on his jeans, rising off the seat as he pull them down his legs. I’m all heartbeat and blood and sex as I get on my knees and pull his jeans off fully, see his erection standing prominent within his boxers. They join his jeans on the floor and I stare at his penis. It’s large and curved, cut, his pubic hair dark and thick. He takes it in his hand, shifting and breathing hard. I touch the head, feel it’s so hot and his hand rings around my arm, pulling me up. I kiss along his stomach, that wound in his side that makes me cringe for him. I stand, pulling down my knickers and his eyes travel down and I flush at his transfixed gaze and scrutiny. His eyes move back up to mine when I grip his shoulders, leaning over him.
“Do it now before I start to think to much.” He smiles softly, cupping my face as I bring my knees either side of his hips and straddle him, above his penis. He’s shaking, on edge.
“Don’t be nervous.” I whisper and he looks at me with shock before he claims my lips again. I reach between us and the head of his shaft brushes my fingers, already leaking. He breaks away, looking down as I take him in my fist. He’s big and I know it’s going to hurt. Neither of us speak as I lower down around him, my eyes on his face while his eyes watch below with amazement. I’m wet but it’s been so long, I haven’t even had the opportunity to pleasure myself in months let alone have sex. This will be worth any pain, with Gabriel. I take more of him in me, stretching, groaning and his hands grip my hips hard and then soft. I take as much as I can and he looks at me finally; I grin at him, my arms around his shoulders. He looks dumbfounded.
“That feels amazing. I want to push, I want to be deeper.” He kisses my cheek, bringing me against his chest and I wriggle down on him, taking the last few inches. It hurts and we wait but not for long, need so great. I stare deep into his eyes as I rise along him and then take him back in again and he bites his lip, leaning against the headboard at his back.
It starts slow, my body growing accustomed to him but soon I’ve got a rhythm and riding him, faster and faster and he starts to thrust up in me, making my breath pant quickly. I love it, the way he feels, the taste of his skin and build up we’re creating. His eyes rove over my body, watching the rolling of my hips and the way he becomes visible, slick and swollen and then sinks back within me. He becomes more and more assured, his hands and mouth greedy and hungry until he’s gripping my hips and it feels like being fucked. This is what I want now, I want it quick and fast, I want release. “Uh, dios, par favor! Uh…Gabriel!”
He is transformed, wild and I feel just as uninhibited and my belly starts to tingle, the walls embracing his cock clenching around him which makes him yelp. I press my hand to his mouth and lean back, bucking on him harder, hot and sweating as he stares at me fiercely. “Are you ready? Are you there?” I whisper moaning, coming close again to kiss his face and he nods against my cheek.
“Nownownownow!” His voice is guttural, to close to the edge. With one hand buried in his hair, my lips brushing his I rub my clit, pounding down on him and he never takes his penetrating eyes off mine. “You belong to me, you’re - uh guh - god! Tell me, tell me. I need to hear it.” His voice rises, like he’s desperate.
“Si! Sisisisisi!” I lose control and I hiss it again and again as I thrash and come around him, milking him powerfully. He holds me hard in his arms, crying out against my shoulder and his orgasm forces my knees off the seat as he spills deep within me.
We shake and tremble, moaning with satisfaction. I hold him against me tight, my cheek pressed to his shoulder as he presses his face to my neck. We stay still, our chests rising and falling together and he grows soft in me. I feel weak, energy sapped and I lean back slowly, looking into his face.
So beautiful. Gabriel’s content, eyes calm and warm and he smiles at me. “God Maya…Thank you, thank you, I don’t know what to say.” He brings his hand up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing my skin. I sit in his lap and I can feel the effects of what we just did. It aches. He rocks me gently, so pleased and sated.
“It’s just you and me now, you’re all I have. You’re all I want.” Possessiveness swells up in me and I kiss his face tenderly. “You were meant to be with me, God set you on my path and me in yours. You’re locked in my heart and you have it.” My voice shakes with the complete conviction inside.
His features become serious, still. “Good or ill you accept what God sets before you?” He licks his lips, eyes shining as I nod. “You accept me no matter what?”
“Si! You know I do, I have proven that.” I whisper fiercely and I draw him into my arms again. He sighs against my ear, his arms wrapping around me.
“Do you accept yourself? Everything?” The question lingers in my ear and it goes unanswered. He knows the answer to that just as well as I do.
We can’t agree about everything, no matter how much the understanding runs deep.
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Translation:
I can’t believe this has happened. I’ve never been this happy, this fulfilled.
Characters: Maya/Sylar
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2, 498
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: My heart is beating in your hand.
Note: Smut! 1st person POV from Maya.
Breathing deep the air of this apartment and I think that it’s already doing me good. Something in it rushing around inside of me, curing my illness. My fingers trail along the kitchen counter, fake green marble and I shake, quiver with excitement. I haven’t stopped smiling since we got here. The place is dark and cluttered and I want the calmness that settles over everything to seep into me, but I pound.
I’m giddy inside. For me, for this place. For him.
His eyes are on me and I want to turn and go to him. I can feel his last kiss on my lips, not two minutes ago, and I ache for more. Much more. His warm gaze follows me and I don’t have to look. I walk towards the girls room and he falls into my shadow silently.
The little girl sleeps peacefully and deep. It is very late. Past a stripped couch there is a door and I walk towards it, wondering. He follows.
A small bedroom, a bed with purple covers, a wicker headboard on either end. I walk around it and face him on the other side.
“We’re snooping…” He says, teasing.
“We’re alone…” At this his eyes penetrate me, hot and wondering and I look to my feet. I want to laugh at myself. Instead I move towards him, gliding my hand along the bed frame and he gazes with consideration.
“What are you feeling?”
“Dios, I just want to laugh and shout and dance and scream.” I grin and it hurts. His lips curl and I want to lick them, never felt so attracted to anyone before like this.
“Don’t do that, we don’t wanna wake her.” He says, his voice low and it makes me flush. I take his arm and pull him towards me, wrapping my arms around his neck. He stiffens and then relaxes. It’s always the way, like he’s not used to it. I breathe in his scent, clean and soothing as I press my mouth to his. But quick, just a taste.
I move back, lip between my teeth. “I’m here Gabriel, finally. I can’t believe it.” He smiles at me, brushing my hair back from my cheek. I kiss his palm and move out of his embrace and start pacing again, unable to stay still. “When do you think he will get here?”
He shrugs, leaning against a chest of drawers. “A few hours maybe. The babysitter says he was on the way to the airport…”
“Dios I just want him to come!” I stand on the balls of my feet, puncturing the air with my finger and the heels on my boots make a load bang as they hit the floor. I wince and he freezes, listening. But nothing, Molly stays asleep.
Gabriel makes a lowering gesture with his hands and I nod, treading back to the bed carefully as he goes to the door and shuts it. Locks it. I watch him as he watches me. He’s beautiful, and he is mine.
“I haven’t worn high heels since the wedding.” I lean down and pull the boots off, grimacing. “But they’re pinching. Aren’t you?!” I say stupidly, placing the shoes on the ground gently and proceed to rub my feet.
“Be nice, wouldn’t it? If we could cast off pain like clothes. Take off your coat and change for something else and not have to feel like that again…” His tone is soft, introspective. I nod, still not looking up at him.
“It would be, si. But God is there to help, to guide. And,” I add, smiling, “I wanted to look different. Nice.” Before I can sit back his fingers twine into my hair, his dusty boots in my eyes as I take off my socks.
“You wanted to look nice for him?” There’s something in his voice, something tight and I feel my belly twist. Jealous? I try not to smile as I sit up, titling my head up at him.
“I wanted to be presentable. It makes me feel better.” His eyes devour me and suddenly the feel of his wet skin against my hands springs vividly to life. That was only hours ago, the first time he had kissed me and I knew then, knew absolutely. My man. My body throbs, my breathing grows shallow and I press myself deeper onto the bed, the seat of my jeans pressing against me there. I wanted him then, I have many thoughts of wanting him now and they bring little shame. Why should they? My man.
“How are your feet?” He asks, taking me by surprise. My feet had been covered in blisters but they had all healed thankfully. But they’re scarred and still raw. He had once taken them in his lap and kissed them, my brother unaware. He gets down on his knees before me, hands touching my ankles and I can see he’s remembering to.
“Do it again.” The words make me hot and then burn when he starts to comply, bending down. But I swoop down on him, drawing him up and over me and kiss him furiously. I’m bursting, I’m burning for him. His mouth opens against mine, gasping and his body goes rigid before he pulls back. His breath blows over my face and he tries to control it, drawing himself up on his hands, looming over my body.
“You trust me this much?” He whispers and I pull him closer, hand to his face. It’s on the tip of my tongue, it’s been circling my mind for days on end and I just want to say it. But I can’t, so I just nod at him and hope he sees it. He presses against me and his lips passionately work against mine, making them swollen as we becomes more eager.
I’m running with this feeling, this thing I’ve ignored and stored away. Ashamed of it and wary, not wanting it to take me away from the only stability I had. Being fourteen and humiliated by my body, angered by the reactions it generated in unwelcome boys and men. Years of it but not now, never again. My fingers wrench at his hair as his teeth graze my throat, his hand shoving my top up as he palms my left breast. My heart beats there, against his hand. His thigh slips between my legs and I rub myself against him and he begins to pant and moan my name. It’s so good, so right!
There’s a fire in his eyes, a commotion and I want it, want it to consume this thing in me. I’m ready to explode, all these years and finally finding this man, this place in my life. “Mi Gabriel, mi Gabriel! No puedo creer que ha sucedido esto. Nunca he sido este feliz, éste satisfecho.”
“What?” Gabriel sucks in air through red lips, licking them as I kiss around them.
I smile up at him, drawing the back of my fingers down his cheek. “You make me happy, more then I have felt in years.” He blinks slowly, mouth open as he stares at me. He doesn’t speak but something in his face changes and he suddenly pushes himself off me. Something strange on his face.
He stands with his back to me, shirt un-tucked and half unbuttoned. “Maya…I want you, I do but I don’t think I can. I don’t think you can.” His voice is very quiet and it wavers. I cock my head at him. He was always so assured and steady, strong and defiant. Now this is me.
“I can. I can, that’s the choice I took. Being here now or in five years it doesn’t matter because I know with my soul I can and I feel no shame.” He turns, looking at me with something I can’t read again. I rise, lifting my sweater over my head, the air cooling against my flushed skin. There is a heavy tension between us, pregnant and waitingwaitingwaiting. I hold my breath and as I lean towards him he engulfs me, taking me in his arms. I push him back, directing him. Not the bed, it would feel sacrilegious. I push him down onto the couch that’s placed at the end of the bed, the wicker headboard at his back.
“We - god - we have to be quiet.” He says breathlessly as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, running my hands down his chest. Everything happens in a rush, his long fingers on my hips and then trailing down my fly to cup me, bringing me closer to him. I’m exquisitely aware of my body, my nipples hard and pebbled, my clit throbbing and every nerve on fire. He rubs me there, our breathing shallow and then stifled as I plunder his mouth. Fly tugged down, my jeans gaping open and I seethe with need and frustration.
“Quick, quick.” I hiss against his lips, my hand slipping into the front of my underwear and he groans loudly, fingers on his jeans, rising off the seat as he pull them down his legs. I’m all heartbeat and blood and sex as I get on my knees and pull his jeans off fully, see his erection standing prominent within his boxers. They join his jeans on the floor and I stare at his penis. It’s large and curved, cut, his pubic hair dark and thick. He takes it in his hand, shifting and breathing hard. I touch the head, feel it’s so hot and his hand rings around my arm, pulling me up. I kiss along his stomach, that wound in his side that makes me cringe for him. I stand, pulling down my knickers and his eyes travel down and I flush at his transfixed gaze and scrutiny. His eyes move back up to mine when I grip his shoulders, leaning over him.
“Do it now before I start to think to much.” He smiles softly, cupping my face as I bring my knees either side of his hips and straddle him, above his penis. He’s shaking, on edge.
“Don’t be nervous.” I whisper and he looks at me with shock before he claims my lips again. I reach between us and the head of his shaft brushes my fingers, already leaking. He breaks away, looking down as I take him in my fist. He’s big and I know it’s going to hurt. Neither of us speak as I lower down around him, my eyes on his face while his eyes watch below with amazement. I’m wet but it’s been so long, I haven’t even had the opportunity to pleasure myself in months let alone have sex. This will be worth any pain, with Gabriel. I take more of him in me, stretching, groaning and his hands grip my hips hard and then soft. I take as much as I can and he looks at me finally; I grin at him, my arms around his shoulders. He looks dumbfounded.
“That feels amazing. I want to push, I want to be deeper.” He kisses my cheek, bringing me against his chest and I wriggle down on him, taking the last few inches. It hurts and we wait but not for long, need so great. I stare deep into his eyes as I rise along him and then take him back in again and he bites his lip, leaning against the headboard at his back.
It starts slow, my body growing accustomed to him but soon I’ve got a rhythm and riding him, faster and faster and he starts to thrust up in me, making my breath pant quickly. I love it, the way he feels, the taste of his skin and build up we’re creating. His eyes rove over my body, watching the rolling of my hips and the way he becomes visible, slick and swollen and then sinks back within me. He becomes more and more assured, his hands and mouth greedy and hungry until he’s gripping my hips and it feels like being fucked. This is what I want now, I want it quick and fast, I want release. “Uh, dios, par favor! Uh…Gabriel!”
He is transformed, wild and I feel just as uninhibited and my belly starts to tingle, the walls embracing his cock clenching around him which makes him yelp. I press my hand to his mouth and lean back, bucking on him harder, hot and sweating as he stares at me fiercely. “Are you ready? Are you there?” I whisper moaning, coming close again to kiss his face and he nods against my cheek.
“Nownownownow!” His voice is guttural, to close to the edge. With one hand buried in his hair, my lips brushing his I rub my clit, pounding down on him and he never takes his penetrating eyes off mine. “You belong to me, you’re - uh guh - god! Tell me, tell me. I need to hear it.” His voice rises, like he’s desperate.
“Si! Sisisisisi!” I lose control and I hiss it again and again as I thrash and come around him, milking him powerfully. He holds me hard in his arms, crying out against my shoulder and his orgasm forces my knees off the seat as he spills deep within me.
We shake and tremble, moaning with satisfaction. I hold him against me tight, my cheek pressed to his shoulder as he presses his face to my neck. We stay still, our chests rising and falling together and he grows soft in me. I feel weak, energy sapped and I lean back slowly, looking into his face.
So beautiful. Gabriel’s content, eyes calm and warm and he smiles at me. “God Maya…Thank you, thank you, I don’t know what to say.” He brings his hand up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing my skin. I sit in his lap and I can feel the effects of what we just did. It aches. He rocks me gently, so pleased and sated.
“It’s just you and me now, you’re all I have. You’re all I want.” Possessiveness swells up in me and I kiss his face tenderly. “You were meant to be with me, God set you on my path and me in yours. You’re locked in my heart and you have it.” My voice shakes with the complete conviction inside.
His features become serious, still. “Good or ill you accept what God sets before you?” He licks his lips, eyes shining as I nod. “You accept me no matter what?”
“Si! You know I do, I have proven that.” I whisper fiercely and I draw him into my arms again. He sighs against my ear, his arms wrapping around me.
“Do you accept yourself? Everything?” The question lingers in my ear and it goes unanswered. He knows the answer to that just as well as I do.
We can’t agree about everything, no matter how much the understanding runs deep.
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Translation:
I can’t believe this has happened. I’ve never been this happy, this fulfilled.