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Title: Permanent.
Author: Sylar Petrelli
Fandom:Heroes
Summary: "Do you think its permanent?"Romantic!sylar for snarky_blonde
Characters: Sylar;Elle bishop
Spoilers: Non specific
Rating: G for cuteness
DISCLAIMER:I do NOT own Heroes.Not even one little bit.I don't even own KB or ZQ(though I wish I did!)Sylar and Elle belong to Kring and NBC.Zach and Kristen belong to themselves.Don't sue.Please?
Authors note: No flames please!Critcism is welcome as long as its of the constructive kind!Challeneges and Requests are, as
usual, always welcome(The Author has the right, but not the ability, to deny said challeneges/requests however)
The flowers stuck to her shoes causing the blonde to frown as she waggled her fingers, allowing the now crushed petal to fall back to the ground along side the others.Blue eyes darted around the room suspiciously, taking in the candlelight, and room full of the rose petals that seemed to be the new decaration for the evening.
"Gabriel?"She called out warily, setting her purse by the door and lightly nudging flowers from her path to the center of the room, where she proceeded to tsk, placing her hands on her hips like that of a mother hen surverying its now wrecked nest."Gabriel are you home?"She called out louder this time.
Still receiving no answer she huffed, flopping down on the couch with a pout.Part of her couldn't help but wonder what was going on.She hadn't exactly been good moody toward the killer lately, or at all, but this?Flowers, candles, mood music..
mood music?
Jumping to her feet Elle followed the source of the sound to their room, frown deepening at the sight of Gabriel.Gabriel who was sitting on their bed with his completly innocent expression on his face that she didn't buy for one second!No, no she wasn't going to fall for this...whatever this was!
"Whats going on here?Gabriel?"She questioned, tone soft, as against her own will, walked closer toward the older man, relaxing slightly as his hands ensnared her waist and she supposed the way her head fit perfectly against his shoulder wasn't so bad after all."You don't like it?"Gabriels voice rumbled somewhere above her sounding torn between amused and nervous.
"I do.I just don't know whats its-"
She had no more finished the sentence when his lips captured hers, rough enough to bruise but tender enough that made her kiss back, squirming in his arms to turn slightly, fingers splaying across his chest lightly enjoying the low rumble of encouragment she felt in his chest.
"Don't think you can change the subject mister."
She was teasing, she knew it, but she just couldn't let go of her own morbid sense of curiousty.Was he planning on killing her?It certaintly didn't seem like his style, romanticly styling the murder.Fit of passion maybe?Or, and how cliche it would sound if he actually did, jealous lovers tiff?
She lost her train of thought at the spark of mishief in his eyes as he shifted, settling her in a more comfortable position in his lap as he turned, fishing something out of his jacket behind him.
"Gabriel?"She questioned, trying to peer over his tall form to see what he was doing and was met with a raised eyebrow and a 'Humor me alright?'look he almost always had whenever he thought Elle was being silly, or adorably ignoring his opinions.
All at once he was talking, an explanation if she could tell by the way he would pause every so often in his words a telltell sign he was rewording things in his head, but Elle wouldn't have been able to tell anyone exactly what he was saying because her attention was elsewhere.Blue eyes following his nervous fiddling with the small box in his fingers.A box that looked more like something you saw on TV commericals for jewerly stores proclaiming if you came by for jewerly you might find your soulmate there as well, or something equeally stupid like that.
"Wiat, are you asking me what I think your asking me?"She blurted out finally, not able to keep the question bottled up anylonger and narrowed her eyes at his chuckle as he went from nervously sliding the small black box from hand to hand to fiddling with it to open it."That depends on what you think I'm asking you."
The nervousness in his tone made her heart speed up a little as her eyes grew wide."Gabriel..I..."She stammered, at a loss for once in her life.His next gesture just kept the speechlessness in place as he lowered himself to one knee, large fingers intertwining in hers.
"Elle Bishop, will you marry me?"
Arms flung themselves around his neck as she answered him in kisses, deep bruising ones that brought him closer towards her, his fingers stroking her back through, and then under, her shirt comfortingly."Is that a yes?"He chortled, eyes blazing with hopeand something else.Something unreadable.
"Yes yes a thousand times yes!"
She suddenly understood why he had been so standoffish this entire week, standoffish and nervous, barley able to hold this entire thing inside.Part of her, the part she had dubbed her voice of sanity, declared this was much to romantic for her to wrap her head around and, fingers curling around his shirt, wriggled enticingly against his lap.
"What do you say we conciment the marriage early?"
~~end~~
Author: Sylar Petrelli
Fandom:Heroes
Summary: "Do you think its permanent?"Romantic!sylar for snarky_blonde
Characters: Sylar;Elle bishop
Spoilers: Non specific
Rating: G for cuteness
DISCLAIMER:I do NOT own Heroes.Not even one little bit.I don't even own KB or ZQ(though I wish I did!)Sylar and Elle belong to Kring and NBC.Zach and Kristen belong to themselves.Don't sue.Please?
Authors note: No flames please!Critcism is welcome as long as its of the constructive kind!Challeneges and Requests are, as
usual, always welcome(The Author has the right, but not the ability, to deny said challeneges/requests however)
The flowers stuck to her shoes causing the blonde to frown as she waggled her fingers, allowing the now crushed petal to fall back to the ground along side the others.Blue eyes darted around the room suspiciously, taking in the candlelight, and room full of the rose petals that seemed to be the new decaration for the evening.
"Gabriel?"She called out warily, setting her purse by the door and lightly nudging flowers from her path to the center of the room, where she proceeded to tsk, placing her hands on her hips like that of a mother hen surverying its now wrecked nest."Gabriel are you home?"She called out louder this time.
Still receiving no answer she huffed, flopping down on the couch with a pout.Part of her couldn't help but wonder what was going on.She hadn't exactly been good moody toward the killer lately, or at all, but this?Flowers, candles, mood music..
mood music?
Jumping to her feet Elle followed the source of the sound to their room, frown deepening at the sight of Gabriel.Gabriel who was sitting on their bed with his completly innocent expression on his face that she didn't buy for one second!No, no she wasn't going to fall for this...whatever this was!
"Whats going on here?Gabriel?"She questioned, tone soft, as against her own will, walked closer toward the older man, relaxing slightly as his hands ensnared her waist and she supposed the way her head fit perfectly against his shoulder wasn't so bad after all."You don't like it?"Gabriels voice rumbled somewhere above her sounding torn between amused and nervous.
"I do.I just don't know whats its-"
She had no more finished the sentence when his lips captured hers, rough enough to bruise but tender enough that made her kiss back, squirming in his arms to turn slightly, fingers splaying across his chest lightly enjoying the low rumble of encouragment she felt in his chest.
"Don't think you can change the subject mister."
She was teasing, she knew it, but she just couldn't let go of her own morbid sense of curiousty.Was he planning on killing her?It certaintly didn't seem like his style, romanticly styling the murder.Fit of passion maybe?Or, and how cliche it would sound if he actually did, jealous lovers tiff?
She lost her train of thought at the spark of mishief in his eyes as he shifted, settling her in a more comfortable position in his lap as he turned, fishing something out of his jacket behind him.
"Gabriel?"She questioned, trying to peer over his tall form to see what he was doing and was met with a raised eyebrow and a 'Humor me alright?'look he almost always had whenever he thought Elle was being silly, or adorably ignoring his opinions.
All at once he was talking, an explanation if she could tell by the way he would pause every so often in his words a telltell sign he was rewording things in his head, but Elle wouldn't have been able to tell anyone exactly what he was saying because her attention was elsewhere.Blue eyes following his nervous fiddling with the small box in his fingers.A box that looked more like something you saw on TV commericals for jewerly stores proclaiming if you came by for jewerly you might find your soulmate there as well, or something equeally stupid like that.
"Wiat, are you asking me what I think your asking me?"She blurted out finally, not able to keep the question bottled up anylonger and narrowed her eyes at his chuckle as he went from nervously sliding the small black box from hand to hand to fiddling with it to open it."That depends on what you think I'm asking you."
The nervousness in his tone made her heart speed up a little as her eyes grew wide."Gabriel..I..."She stammered, at a loss for once in her life.His next gesture just kept the speechlessness in place as he lowered himself to one knee, large fingers intertwining in hers.
"Elle Bishop, will you marry me?"
Arms flung themselves around his neck as she answered him in kisses, deep bruising ones that brought him closer towards her, his fingers stroking her back through, and then under, her shirt comfortingly."Is that a yes?"He chortled, eyes blazing with hopeand something else.Something unreadable.
"Yes yes a thousand times yes!"
She suddenly understood why he had been so standoffish this entire week, standoffish and nervous, barley able to hold this entire thing inside.Part of her, the part she had dubbed her voice of sanity, declared this was much to romantic for her to wrap her head around and, fingers curling around his shirt, wriggled enticingly against his lap.
"What do you say we conciment the marriage early?"
~~end~~