Love Me Dead... Drabble Style
Claire writhed desperately against Sylar, her body lost in another realm. It was always like that with him. He was everything she needed to hate herself. He was like a cancer; living in her cells, always breeding and growing.
There were days, moments, or instants when she would remember when she could breathe without him. But memories end up fickle, weak and empty in the face of eternity.
“How would you like to die today, baby?” he whispered in her ear, turning her body into a furnace in an instant.
“Mmmm…” she never answered him. It was part of the game. Between Sylar and Claire the games would never end… and despite herself, Claire needed it.
Her immortal body would always be his coffin… because he had no end.
“Tell me, baby, just tell me once…” his voice was desperate, shaded with his own needs and his hands dug deep into her hips, begging her with his caress.
“You’re awful,” she moaned and screamed, “I love you!”
He chuckled, overwhelmed, as he always was when those words escaped her. His telekinesis ripped her pants in half as he slid into her perfect body without resistance and mumbled, “There must be a sign on my head.”
Claire’s eyes opened briefly, “What?”
He smiled as his hands traced slowly down her sides, “It says, ‘Love Me Dead.’”
Claire smiled and clenched her body around him with the skill of hundreds of years, “Always.”
There were days, moments, or instants when she would remember when she could breathe without him. But memories end up fickle, weak and empty in the face of eternity.
“How would you like to die today, baby?” he whispered in her ear, turning her body into a furnace in an instant.
“Mmmm…” she never answered him. It was part of the game. Between Sylar and Claire the games would never end… and despite herself, Claire needed it.
Her immortal body would always be his coffin… because he had no end.
“Tell me, baby, just tell me once…” his voice was desperate, shaded with his own needs and his hands dug deep into her hips, begging her with his caress.
“You’re awful,” she moaned and screamed, “I love you!”
He chuckled, overwhelmed, as he always was when those words escaped her. His telekinesis ripped her pants in half as he slid into her perfect body without resistance and mumbled, “There must be a sign on my head.”
Claire’s eyes opened briefly, “What?”
He smiled as his hands traced slowly down her sides, “It says, ‘Love Me Dead.’”
Claire smiled and clenched her body around him with the skill of hundreds of years, “Always.”