[just a little lie] something is different
Sylar: [you should probably go see a doctor about that. sounds serious]
Elle: [doesn't even know yet and won't know until she misses her period next month probably]
Sylar: [might be able to tell her? maybe? since her body's working differently now, and he can see how things work]
Elle: [ooooh that's interesting to know]
Sylar: [but, you know, he won't spoil the surprise. is just going to sit over here and be smirky and have a cup of coffee]
Sylar: [over here. smug coffee drinking. yep]
Elle: [eyes him]
Sylar: [smirks at her over the top of his coffee cup]
Elle: [glances at him, a very curious look] Someone ate the canary.
Sylar: Yep. [coffee sippy]
Elle: [smirks] I hope it was good at least.
Sylar: Very good. [seriously wins at everything forever]
Elle: [moves to go sit beside him, that posture of hers once more very perfect and upright] I'm glad.
Sylar: [shifts to face her a bit, taking another oh-so-smug sip of coffee]
Elle: [thinks he's adorable and smirks at him]
Sylar: [studies her, smirking back, trying to decide whether or not he should tell her]
Elle: [is very curious as to why he's so smirky, but she's also ridiculously turned on as well... which is amusing]
Sylar: [finishes off his coffee, setting the mug down, and leans to kiss her]
Elle: [sighs a bit into the kiss, taking in a light breath that smells a bit of coffee]
Sylar: [pulls back after a moment, watching her]
Elle: [brushes her fingers across his cheek lightly] Hi.
Sylar: [nuzzles at her fingers a bit] Hey.
Elle: [ooh someone's affectionate, leans in to steal a quick kiss]
Sylar: [just a little, as smarmy as he is. kisses her back, softly]
Elle: [hums into the kiss before pulling back] Everything okay? [has a tiny moment of worry that maybe something is wrong and he's trying not to worry her, which btw does the opposite]
Sylar: [makes a soft, affirmative noise] More than okay.
Elle: [exhales a bit of relief and moves closer to him, to keep close] That's good.
Sylar: Yep. [snakes an arm around her waist, holding her just as close]
Elle: [more than slightly smitten with this charming man, smirking up at him] Care to share what's gotten you in such good spirits?
Sylar: [shrugs a bit] Maybe. Maybe not. [is such a child]
Elle: [grins up at him, doesn't mind the little playfulness] If you shared, maybe I'd get you a present.
Sylar: [ooh, a present!] What kind of present?
Elle: [shrugs] Depends on what you share.
Sylar: [might not be a good present if she doesn't like what she hears ... but ... well, the baby thing was her idea in the first place? still, it's enough to make him falter a little, though after a moment and very seriously] You might want to start seeing a doctor.
Elle: [oh, that's a bit of worry] Wait... why? You said things were fine.
Sylar: They are. [pops one shoulder in a shrug] I'm just pretty sure you're pregnant.
Elle: [relief and then.... stunned silence] Huh?
Sylar: [cracks a grin -- her reaction was amusing] You're pregnant.
Elle: [and again with the look of disbelief] Huh?
Sylar: [okay, less amusing this time. rolls his eyes a bit] Pregnant. You. With child. Bun in the oven. Knocked up.
Elle: [shakes her head] No, I mean, I understand the concept, but how do you even... I mean... [curious glance] How do you even know? I mean, I don't even -- didn't even know.
Sylar: [oh, right. shrugs again, threading his fingers through her hair, watching her] You work different now.
Elle: [tilts her head, slightly toward where his hand is] So you can just, see that?
Sylar: Yeah. It's -- I might be wrong, I don't know. [has never really seen a pregnant woman like that] But I don't think I am.
Elle: [leans in and kisses him] I trust you.
Sylar: [returns the kiss, softly] Good.
Elle: [this would be where she would tell him she loved him, but they still weren't those sort of people] So you're okay with this?
Sylar: You think I'd really be the cat that caught the canary if I wasn't?
Elle: [smirks] Nope.
Sylar: [hums, smirking back] There you go, then.
Elle: [smiles, taking a deep breath, lacing her arms around his shoulders] I think you should get a big present.
Sylar: Mm. I think so, too. [pulls her a bit closer]
Elle: [grins and then it hits her] The... on the desk?
Sylar: [huffs out a sigh of a laugh] Yep.
Elle: [impressed slightly smug look] Interesting.
Sylar: We always are. [seriously. when have they ever done anything like normal people would?]
Elle: [almost never, but it's still slightly amusing] You know who we haven't seen in a while?
Sylar: [arches his eyebrows. what does this have to do with the price of tea in China?] Who?
Elle: The Haitian.
Sylar: [and if his eyebrows could creep higher, they would. why the hell would they want to see the Haitian?]
Elle: [for his present! she'll give him a moment to catch on as she's all smirky]
Sylar: [oh, the mun gets it, but yeah. it's taking him a minute. ... annnnnd lightbulb. smirks just a bit] He'd be a challenge.
Elle: [shrug] I think you'd be able to figure something out.
Sylar: Probably. [will have to find something sharp or something blunt to get into his head. hm]
Elle: [well, he'd just have to be stronger than the other man. Outlast him, because Sylar should've seen how much of a struggle it was for him to keep Arthur at bay...]
Sylar: [true, but ... better safe than sorry. and really, he'd like to do it with his bare hands if he could. more personal that way]
Elle: [he could do it with his bare hands, once he was unconscious - defeated - etc...]
Sylar: [again, true. is going to have so much fun with this]
Elle: [merry baby making!]
Sylar: [yes! :-D!] ... you know where he is?
Elle: Well, no. But I'm sure I could politely request his presence. After all, he was a bit fond of the Petrelli family.
Sylar: Good point. And after everything that's happened ...
Elle: I'm sure he's concerned.
Sylar: Yep. [really, if he were the type to laugh evilly, he'd be doing it now]
Elle: [smirks]
Sylar: [okay, so. the mun god distracted. anyway. smirks back, leaning to kiss her again, though he's no where near as gentle as he has been]
Elle: [leans into that kiss, not even minding at all the new edge to the tone of it]
Sylar: [hums against her lips, pleased]
Elle: [presses in close, slipping her fingers into his hair]
Sylar: [nips at her lower lip. just because he can]
Elle: [smirks at that, pulling back just enough to speak] You know, there's not much more trouble we can get into anymore.
Sylar: No?
Elle: [nods, close to his mouth] Nope.
Sylar: Why's that? [steals another small, rough kiss]
Elle: [makes a soft appreciative sound at the kiss] I'm already pregnant.
Sylar: [hums, amused] Point.
Elle: [presses in closer to him, if possible] Uh-huh.
Sylar: [kisses her again]
Elle: [bites teasingly against his bottom lip]
Sylar: [makes a soft, pleased noise]
Elle: [pushes herself up against him, attempting for actual friction over closeness]
Sylar: [presses back against her, flattening a hand against the small of her back]
Elle: [deepens the kiss, her tongue pressing against his firmly, one hand moving out of his hair and down to rest to his shoulder, she'll be content to stay like this for a bit, just reveling in the idea that she was going to have a baby]