a heart that can melt my own [fic for watchmakersboy]
Claire had denied him for as long as she could. He constantly reminded her that he didn't need her permission but yet he never played that hand against her. Sure, he would cut her head open and steal her power but he wouldn't go so far as taking her against her will. Supposedly he had some lines that he wouldn't cross and strangely enough, she could respect that. Maybe not him but at least that part, so it was enough to make her feel safe around him even if she didn't agree with what he had seen.
"You're going to have my son, Claire."
"Just because you drew yourself with a kid, that doesn't mean I'm the mother."
"You are. We're meant for each other, Claire. You've started to see that and so one day, you'll stop denying me."
"Don't hold your breath."
He didn't but that didn't mean he gave up on trying convincing her that what he had seen and what he had drawn was true. He even started to show her the drawings; especially the ones of her holding a small baby boy but she told him still that he was delusional. That he had resorted to drawing fake scenes just to try and convince her; a statement that had infuriated him and sent her flying into a wall. He was right there as soon as she crashed to the floor but when he hauled her to her feet, he hugged her instead of trying to hurt her further.
Then he stunned her by apologizing and kissing the side of her head before walking away.
After that, he was very careful about his actions with her. There were times when she tried to push him, when she poked at the holes in his arms and tried to pry apart all the little chinks but he always walked away before acting out of anger towards her. Something that Molly took great delight in pointing out to her at times because Molly eventually joined in on trying to convince Claire that Sylar was genuine about wanting to be with her. She didn't believe them, but she didn't lie; she had made a deal of sorts and so she was meant to stay. She walked alongside him as he waved and smiled at the photographers; she attended the parties with him and she stayed on his arm. All the while denying everything that he hoped and wanted her to feel.
Eventually she agreed to marry him. Of course he had put on the big show of the proposal, putting her on the spot in front of others but she assured him later that she wouldn't back down. She had said yes and so she would go through with it. The wedding was a bigger show than the proposal, a play that went act by act as they convinced others and the world that they were happily in love and ready for the next step in their long lives together. She wanted to laugh because the world had no idea just how long that would be.
But even with their wedding behind him, he never expected to find her in his bedroom that very night. He had hoped that she would spend their wedding night with him but he had started to lose a bit of hope, and patience, in trying to convince her. So he was surprised to find her sitting on the big bed that was put in to be theirs in the master bedroom that neither one of them slept in. She was dressed in white silk and lace, the thin layers seeming non-existent after the yards of material that had been her wedding dress. Her soft curls that had been pinned up now fell down her back and over her shoulders, looking soft and entirely too tempting for his fingers.
"What are you doing here?" He asked softly as he was almost afraid that any sort of loud noise might startle her and send her running.
"It's our wedding night." She murmured quietly. She looked almost nervous as she bit her bottom lip, looking down at her hands as she pressed her thumb nail into her finger as though she needed the slight twinge of pain that she couldn't feel.
"Yes." He confirmed with a soft noise, tightening his shoulders as he had the urge to spring towards her and to scoop her up into his arms but he didn't trust himself to move yet.
She could tell that he wasn't going to move, so she got to her feet slowly, the movement fluid as the thin material fluttered and whispered against her curves. He looked down and nearly whimpered at the fact that the material was almost sheer, giving him teasing glimpses of the skin he had been craving. "Are you trying to kill me?"
That actually made her laugh softly and he was surprised to find her blushing just a bit, "Don't have any glass."
The off-hand commented picked at his nerves but the flash faded quickly as her hands slid over his chest, moving higher till she pressed closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was so short and small, something that he forgot at times because her personality sometimes made her seem much larger. His hands moved to her hips as he couldn't stop the little moan this time, the sensation of her chest and hips pressed against him wreaking havoc on the control that he usually kept over himself. "Claire, if you're not going to follow through...." He was going to warn her to stop, that she needed to leave but her mouth against his own swept away the rest of his words at the same time her tongue swept against his lips.
He made a noise now, his lips parting against hers as her tongue pressed further and his own tongue moved against her own in a silent response. He wrapped his arms around her, hauling her up against him a little more firmly as he took over the direction of the kiss and made it a little harder. All the desire he had been holding back was rushing forward now, stealing her breath as his hand swept up her back to urge her closer.
Her heart was racing when he laid her on the bed, struggling with his tuxedo as he tried to get it off and eventually her hands joined his as they got him stripped down to nothing. Then he tore at the thin material, not caring if he destroyed it a bit, he needed to touch her skin and he did with a little groan when he reached his goal. She seemed to forget all the denial as she arched beneath his searching hands, making soft noises to encourage him when he found the parts of her body that made her tremble and react. He kissed her neck, nipping at the soft skin as she touched him, caressing and scraping with her nails.
When he finally pushed into her, he moaned against her shoulder and she bit back a muffled noise that would have been a cry if she hadn't held it back. He felt the resistance of her body as he took her, a shudder and a dark smugness adding to the triumph of the moment as he realized he was her first. He also decided that he would be her last as he started a steady rhythm, watching her features as she started to lose grip of her defenses. He watched all the layers strip away as she arched beneath him, vulnerable in her passion as she had no more armor and he knew that he was finally getting under her skin. Here, she couldn't deny him anymore. Here, she was his.
Those realizations, and the wicked heat of her body, drew him over the edge and brought her with him as the world exploded and faded to white around them both. The bite of her nails on his shoulders and his teeth on her neck added to them both falling over the edge, spiralling into an abyss where they only had each other and he felt her clinging to him a little tighter as she made soft, mewling noises in his ear.
After he was done spilling into her, he remained where he was for a moment, panting raggedly as he pressed kisses over her shoulder and tasted the sweat that made her skin slick. Finally he pulled out, shuddering as he fell to the side and pulled her close to him. She curled in, not pulling away as she wrapped an arm around him and held on. She was trembling and so he frowned, "Are you okay?"
"Yes."
He smiled then because there was no buzz with the answer and he knew that he had finally gotten what he wanted. She wasn't lying to him and so she was finally seeing things his way. Especially when she told him a couple months later that she was pregnant and she actually had a small, nervous smile on her face when she shared the news.
"You're going to have my son, Claire."
"Just because you drew yourself with a kid, that doesn't mean I'm the mother."
"You are. We're meant for each other, Claire. You've started to see that and so one day, you'll stop denying me."
"Don't hold your breath."
He didn't but that didn't mean he gave up on trying convincing her that what he had seen and what he had drawn was true. He even started to show her the drawings; especially the ones of her holding a small baby boy but she told him still that he was delusional. That he had resorted to drawing fake scenes just to try and convince her; a statement that had infuriated him and sent her flying into a wall. He was right there as soon as she crashed to the floor but when he hauled her to her feet, he hugged her instead of trying to hurt her further.
Then he stunned her by apologizing and kissing the side of her head before walking away.
After that, he was very careful about his actions with her. There were times when she tried to push him, when she poked at the holes in his arms and tried to pry apart all the little chinks but he always walked away before acting out of anger towards her. Something that Molly took great delight in pointing out to her at times because Molly eventually joined in on trying to convince Claire that Sylar was genuine about wanting to be with her. She didn't believe them, but she didn't lie; she had made a deal of sorts and so she was meant to stay. She walked alongside him as he waved and smiled at the photographers; she attended the parties with him and she stayed on his arm. All the while denying everything that he hoped and wanted her to feel.
Eventually she agreed to marry him. Of course he had put on the big show of the proposal, putting her on the spot in front of others but she assured him later that she wouldn't back down. She had said yes and so she would go through with it. The wedding was a bigger show than the proposal, a play that went act by act as they convinced others and the world that they were happily in love and ready for the next step in their long lives together. She wanted to laugh because the world had no idea just how long that would be.
But even with their wedding behind him, he never expected to find her in his bedroom that very night. He had hoped that she would spend their wedding night with him but he had started to lose a bit of hope, and patience, in trying to convince her. So he was surprised to find her sitting on the big bed that was put in to be theirs in the master bedroom that neither one of them slept in. She was dressed in white silk and lace, the thin layers seeming non-existent after the yards of material that had been her wedding dress. Her soft curls that had been pinned up now fell down her back and over her shoulders, looking soft and entirely too tempting for his fingers.
"What are you doing here?" He asked softly as he was almost afraid that any sort of loud noise might startle her and send her running.
"It's our wedding night." She murmured quietly. She looked almost nervous as she bit her bottom lip, looking down at her hands as she pressed her thumb nail into her finger as though she needed the slight twinge of pain that she couldn't feel.
"Yes." He confirmed with a soft noise, tightening his shoulders as he had the urge to spring towards her and to scoop her up into his arms but he didn't trust himself to move yet.
She could tell that he wasn't going to move, so she got to her feet slowly, the movement fluid as the thin material fluttered and whispered against her curves. He looked down and nearly whimpered at the fact that the material was almost sheer, giving him teasing glimpses of the skin he had been craving. "Are you trying to kill me?"
That actually made her laugh softly and he was surprised to find her blushing just a bit, "Don't have any glass."
The off-hand commented picked at his nerves but the flash faded quickly as her hands slid over his chest, moving higher till she pressed closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was so short and small, something that he forgot at times because her personality sometimes made her seem much larger. His hands moved to her hips as he couldn't stop the little moan this time, the sensation of her chest and hips pressed against him wreaking havoc on the control that he usually kept over himself. "Claire, if you're not going to follow through...." He was going to warn her to stop, that she needed to leave but her mouth against his own swept away the rest of his words at the same time her tongue swept against his lips.
He made a noise now, his lips parting against hers as her tongue pressed further and his own tongue moved against her own in a silent response. He wrapped his arms around her, hauling her up against him a little more firmly as he took over the direction of the kiss and made it a little harder. All the desire he had been holding back was rushing forward now, stealing her breath as his hand swept up her back to urge her closer.
Her heart was racing when he laid her on the bed, struggling with his tuxedo as he tried to get it off and eventually her hands joined his as they got him stripped down to nothing. Then he tore at the thin material, not caring if he destroyed it a bit, he needed to touch her skin and he did with a little groan when he reached his goal. She seemed to forget all the denial as she arched beneath his searching hands, making soft noises to encourage him when he found the parts of her body that made her tremble and react. He kissed her neck, nipping at the soft skin as she touched him, caressing and scraping with her nails.
When he finally pushed into her, he moaned against her shoulder and she bit back a muffled noise that would have been a cry if she hadn't held it back. He felt the resistance of her body as he took her, a shudder and a dark smugness adding to the triumph of the moment as he realized he was her first. He also decided that he would be her last as he started a steady rhythm, watching her features as she started to lose grip of her defenses. He watched all the layers strip away as she arched beneath him, vulnerable in her passion as she had no more armor and he knew that he was finally getting under her skin. Here, she couldn't deny him anymore. Here, she was his.
Those realizations, and the wicked heat of her body, drew him over the edge and brought her with him as the world exploded and faded to white around them both. The bite of her nails on his shoulders and his teeth on her neck added to them both falling over the edge, spiralling into an abyss where they only had each other and he felt her clinging to him a little tighter as she made soft, mewling noises in his ear.
After he was done spilling into her, he remained where he was for a moment, panting raggedly as he pressed kisses over her shoulder and tasted the sweat that made her skin slick. Finally he pulled out, shuddering as he fell to the side and pulled her close to him. She curled in, not pulling away as she wrapped an arm around him and held on. She was trembling and so he frowned, "Are you okay?"
"Yes."
He smiled then because there was no buzz with the answer and he knew that he had finally gotten what he wanted. She wasn't lying to him and so she was finally seeing things his way. Especially when she told him a couple months later that she was pregnant and she actually had a small, nervous smile on her face when she shared the news.