Fic: Power is control (sylar/maya)
Title: Power is Control
Characters/Pairing(s): Sylar/Maya
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warnings: Angst!. Dark!. 'Domestic'Sylar. Het.
Word Count: 225 {drabble}
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.
A Note: Fic inspired by this poem.
She doesn't speak when he appears behind her, touching her arm as if he's still in control of her. He doesn't let her turn around to see his eyes, but pulls her further into the darkness instead. She twists and turns but that doesn't stop him from kissing her shoulders. gently.
She looks in his dark merciless hunters eyes, exposed by a trail of light from the moon.
"What do you want?" she asks. He can see her confusion, her anger, her want. He simply laughs as he leans in and kisses the side of her neck softly.
Greedy hands tear away her top and she gasps as she feels those rough but still gentle hands on her skin. Sylar...don't Her delicate hands clutch his back tightly. He pulls away from her neck and teasingly brushes his lips against her lips.
His darkness his savagery, drives her aching body. After all that's happened, she still has a weakness for him. His tongue explores her mouth and kisses her the way they had before. It wasn't the same though. This kiss was more frantic, a kiss with a mysterious message.
"You know." he whispers. He leaves her there with her mouth open as he disappears into the night. She touches her mouth lightly, red lipstick was smeared off her lips as she twists the red between two fingers.
"I dont."
Characters/Pairing(s): Sylar/Maya
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warnings: Angst!. Dark!. 'Domestic'Sylar. Het.
Word Count: 225 {drabble}
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.
A Note: Fic inspired by this poem.
She doesn't speak when he appears behind her, touching her arm as if he's still in control of her. He doesn't let her turn around to see his eyes, but pulls her further into the darkness instead. She twists and turns but that doesn't stop him from kissing her shoulders. gently.
She looks in his dark merciless hunters eyes, exposed by a trail of light from the moon.
"What do you want?" she asks. He can see her confusion, her anger, her want. He simply laughs as he leans in and kisses the side of her neck softly.
Greedy hands tear away her top and she gasps as she feels those rough but still gentle hands on her skin. Sylar...don't Her delicate hands clutch his back tightly. He pulls away from her neck and teasingly brushes his lips against her lips.
His darkness his savagery, drives her aching body. After all that's happened, she still has a weakness for him. His tongue explores her mouth and kisses her the way they had before. It wasn't the same though. This kiss was more frantic, a kiss with a mysterious message.
"You know." he whispers. He leaves her there with her mouth open as he disappears into the night. She touches her mouth lightly, red lipstick was smeared off her lips as she twists the red between two fingers.
"I dont."