Petlar Drabbles
10 More Petlar Drabbles from the Mission_insane prompt tables. This one was 'Body Parts'.
Ratings vary from G-R.
POV is either Sylars' or Peters'.
Fingernails-100 words(Peter POV)
Manicures, I don't get them...but I do them myself. It started out when I realized how nasty it was to pick blood and gore from under my fingernails after work. So I keep them short, keep them neat, and yeah, I polish them a little too. But why not go all the way? I tried to be discreet about it, but Sylar notices everything. I was on pins and needles for two whole weeks after we moved in together, and nothing. Then I noticed how neat and trim his nails were. Then I remembered...he use to dig through brain matter.
Neck-100 words (Sylar POV)
Peter's neck is sensitive. Breathing into it, kissing it, licking it, soft little caresses, so many things set off shivers. I love those little shivers. And I love the curve of his neck, the cording muscle and vein, the gentle arch of soft skin that gives way to short black stubble. I love his adam's apple, and the little dip in-between his collarbones. If I could I'd bury my nose in the curve of his neck and just breathe, all day, all night. There I can feel his pulse and his breath, and know for sure that he's really alive.
Lips-100 words (Peter POV)
I've never given lips an in-depth thought. Some are pinker than others, some are full, some thin. Sometimes they're chapped and sometimes they're moist. That's it. I never thought anymore about it. Sylar made me reevaluate my thoughts. It's not really in my nature to be crude but, I can't think of another term, Sylar has dick sucking lips. He has the perfect amount of pout and fullness. When his lips wrap around my cock it's...like heaven. Just a glimpse of the corner of his bottom lip, spit shiny, dragging across me is more than enough to drive me wild.
Eyes-100 words (Sylar POV)
Peter and Hiro think they're the only ones, but they're not. I've seen it too, the future that could have been. They're all so quick to forget that I could see the future too. And as useful as it was, I don't think I ever want to see it again. It's wasn't the politics or the loss of a child I never knew, none of that. It was Peter's eyes. Peter has always had the most passionate, beautiful eyes. But in that future they're hard. Those eyes were like mine, and I never want to see that on him again.
Hair-100 words (Peter POV)
I do not have 'emo' hair. What does that even mean? I just happen to like the look of my bangs. I like how it slides over the one side of my face and hides my eye. I like that it's short enough to keep from getting tangled and long enough that Sylar can tug on it. I can brush it back for serious occasions or leave it hanging when I'm feeling playful. And short hair just doesn't suit my face, it's too...harsh. 'Emo' or not, I've been rocking this hair for years. And besides, Sylar likes it this way.
Hands-100 words (Sylar POV)
Hands can tell a lot about a person. You take notice of how steady their hands are, how scarred or soft. Look at the nails, are they bitten down or polished? Are there pot burns or bleeding beds? You can guess profession, lifestyle, and personality if you look close enough. Peter's are slim and dainty, with the soft skin and manicured nails. They're steady and nimble. Nurse hands, empath hands. My hands are large but steady, my skin is worn but soft, nails short. I wonder what my hands really say about me. Do they tell you I'm a killer?
Chest-100 words (Peter POV)
As a kid I use to wonder why girls couldn't show off their chests like the boys. I even asked my friend Ileene and we took our shirts off together behind a jungle gym in second grade. It was just flat. No big deal. When I got older I still didn't quite get it. I knew why, but I didn't know why. Why were breasts such a stigma? They're for milk, sure they're pretty, but why keep them under wraps? A few girlfriends later I figured it out, then grew out of the boyish excitement. Hairy chests are much sexier.
Hips-100 words (Sylar POV)
As men, neither Peter nor myself have 'childbearing hips', but his are wider than mine but less sturdy. So if it came down to it I think I'd be able to put up with the pelvic discomfort should I chose to get pregnant. I may have a low tolerance for pain, all things considered, but I'd rather hear myself bitch and moan to myself all day about the pain than hear Peter's hip's breaking under the strain. C-section would be the only delivery option. I don't think I could hold a morph mid-contraction and natural birth through these hips? Ouch.
Legs-100 words (Peter POV)
I shaved my legs before that one time Sylar asked me to. I was young, sixteen, and overly curious about myself. I only shaved up to the knees and wore pants to cover it up. I tried on stockings and tested the feel of them versus woolen socks and the scratch of my denim. It all felt so...smooth. I shaved my legs a few more times that month and had every intention of doing until I got caught. Then I got caught. Nathan caught me. The next day I found silk panties sitting on my bed. I wore those too.
Jaw-100 words (Sylar POV)
I lost my first tooth when I was five. I had babbled about it all day and my dad just snapped. He smacked it right out of my mouth and told me then and there that the tooth fairy was a sham and not to expect any money. Ten years later I got my wisdom teeth out with no anesthetic, Virginia didn't believe in it and didn't have the money for it anyways. So when Taub's tooth cropped up into my mouth, I just couldn't handle it. I need to know me, down to every last tooth in my jaw.
Ratings vary from G-R.
POV is either Sylars' or Peters'.
Fingernails-100 words(Peter POV)
Manicures, I don't get them...but I do them myself. It started out when I realized how nasty it was to pick blood and gore from under my fingernails after work. So I keep them short, keep them neat, and yeah, I polish them a little too. But why not go all the way? I tried to be discreet about it, but Sylar notices everything. I was on pins and needles for two whole weeks after we moved in together, and nothing. Then I noticed how neat and trim his nails were. Then I remembered...he use to dig through brain matter.
Neck-100 words (Sylar POV)
Peter's neck is sensitive. Breathing into it, kissing it, licking it, soft little caresses, so many things set off shivers. I love those little shivers. And I love the curve of his neck, the cording muscle and vein, the gentle arch of soft skin that gives way to short black stubble. I love his adam's apple, and the little dip in-between his collarbones. If I could I'd bury my nose in the curve of his neck and just breathe, all day, all night. There I can feel his pulse and his breath, and know for sure that he's really alive.
Lips-100 words (Peter POV)
I've never given lips an in-depth thought. Some are pinker than others, some are full, some thin. Sometimes they're chapped and sometimes they're moist. That's it. I never thought anymore about it. Sylar made me reevaluate my thoughts. It's not really in my nature to be crude but, I can't think of another term, Sylar has dick sucking lips. He has the perfect amount of pout and fullness. When his lips wrap around my cock it's...like heaven. Just a glimpse of the corner of his bottom lip, spit shiny, dragging across me is more than enough to drive me wild.
Eyes-100 words (Sylar POV)
Peter and Hiro think they're the only ones, but they're not. I've seen it too, the future that could have been. They're all so quick to forget that I could see the future too. And as useful as it was, I don't think I ever want to see it again. It's wasn't the politics or the loss of a child I never knew, none of that. It was Peter's eyes. Peter has always had the most passionate, beautiful eyes. But in that future they're hard. Those eyes were like mine, and I never want to see that on him again.
Hair-100 words (Peter POV)
I do not have 'emo' hair. What does that even mean? I just happen to like the look of my bangs. I like how it slides over the one side of my face and hides my eye. I like that it's short enough to keep from getting tangled and long enough that Sylar can tug on it. I can brush it back for serious occasions or leave it hanging when I'm feeling playful. And short hair just doesn't suit my face, it's too...harsh. 'Emo' or not, I've been rocking this hair for years. And besides, Sylar likes it this way.
Hands-100 words (Sylar POV)
Hands can tell a lot about a person. You take notice of how steady their hands are, how scarred or soft. Look at the nails, are they bitten down or polished? Are there pot burns or bleeding beds? You can guess profession, lifestyle, and personality if you look close enough. Peter's are slim and dainty, with the soft skin and manicured nails. They're steady and nimble. Nurse hands, empath hands. My hands are large but steady, my skin is worn but soft, nails short. I wonder what my hands really say about me. Do they tell you I'm a killer?
Chest-100 words (Peter POV)
As a kid I use to wonder why girls couldn't show off their chests like the boys. I even asked my friend Ileene and we took our shirts off together behind a jungle gym in second grade. It was just flat. No big deal. When I got older I still didn't quite get it. I knew why, but I didn't know why. Why were breasts such a stigma? They're for milk, sure they're pretty, but why keep them under wraps? A few girlfriends later I figured it out, then grew out of the boyish excitement. Hairy chests are much sexier.
Hips-100 words (Sylar POV)
As men, neither Peter nor myself have 'childbearing hips', but his are wider than mine but less sturdy. So if it came down to it I think I'd be able to put up with the pelvic discomfort should I chose to get pregnant. I may have a low tolerance for pain, all things considered, but I'd rather hear myself bitch and moan to myself all day about the pain than hear Peter's hip's breaking under the strain. C-section would be the only delivery option. I don't think I could hold a morph mid-contraction and natural birth through these hips? Ouch.
Legs-100 words (Peter POV)
I shaved my legs before that one time Sylar asked me to. I was young, sixteen, and overly curious about myself. I only shaved up to the knees and wore pants to cover it up. I tried on stockings and tested the feel of them versus woolen socks and the scratch of my denim. It all felt so...smooth. I shaved my legs a few more times that month and had every intention of doing until I got caught. Then I got caught. Nathan caught me. The next day I found silk panties sitting on my bed. I wore those too.
Jaw-100 words (Sylar POV)
I lost my first tooth when I was five. I had babbled about it all day and my dad just snapped. He smacked it right out of my mouth and told me then and there that the tooth fairy was a sham and not to expect any money. Ten years later I got my wisdom teeth out with no anesthetic, Virginia didn't believe in it and didn't have the money for it anyways. So when Taub's tooth cropped up into my mouth, I just couldn't handle it. I need to know me, down to every last tooth in my jaw.