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Who: Elle & Sylar
What: Talking about Sylar's new ability and their 'relationship'
When: Late Sunday Night - March 28th
Where: Elle's Room
Rating: R
Sylar: Pick a number.
Elle: [If you think I'm sexy and you want my body, come on baby let me know] Guess?
Sylar: That wasn't a number. [looks amused, nevertheless, though]
Elle: [shrugs] I couldn't think of one.
Sylar: So I see.
Elle: [beams and thinks of the color underwear she's wearing... OH that's none!]
Sylar: [arches his eyebrows, smirking]
Elle: [innocent face]
Sylar: [amused]
Elle: [shifts to sit on her knees, fixing the hem of her skirt across her thighs] What?
Sylar: I can hear your thoughts.
Elle: [lift of an eyebrow] Well, that's interesting.
Sylar: Yep. [looks pleased with himself]
Elle: So, you can feel how I feel and know what I'm thinking? Seems a bit unfair.
Sylar: Is it?
Elle: Well, I don't know what you're thinking and sometimes I'm not exactly sure what you're feeling.
Sylar: You could ask. [shrugs]
Elle: Oh, well, yeah I could. [glances to him] You just don't have to ask, you'll just know.
Sylar: ... sorry.
Elle: [shrugs, feeling bad] I didn't mean it like that. [she didn't, not really, she's just actually not used to people even wanting to know what she's thinking or feeling so the thought of Sylar just dipping into her mind and finding out is a bit odd]
Sylar: [brushes his fingers over her cheek] I'll just -- try not to do it.
Elle: [leans into the touch a bit, meeting his eyes, smiling] Just a bit of a warning, if it's just me staring off into space? [smirks] I mean, those are pretty important thoughts when I wander off in my head.
Sylar: [nods] Okay.
Elle: [leans over and kisses him cause, she really wanted to do that, pulling away] So, what are you feeling?
Sylar: [kisses her back, softly, and then takes a minute to think about that] Not sure. ... thinking about a conversation I had with Mohinder earlier.
Elle: [curious look, because last time Mohinder was brought up they killed some fake people... ahh memories] Yeah?
Sylar: He wanted a truce.
Elle: He does realize that it is more on his side that he'd have to actually act on, since you haven't done anything.
Sylar: Yeah, I guess. [shrugs] It wasn't so much ... asking for it, as it was ... him telling me he wouldn't come after me. [or such was the impression that he got]
Elle: That was nice of him. He probably still doesn't like me.
Sylar: [wry] I don't think he likes either of us much, but ... whatever.
Elle: [smirks] Well, I like you.
Sylar: I'd be upset if you didn't. [steals another kiss from her]
Elle: [sighs a bit into the kiss] You'd tell me if I upset you right? [is worried about doing that, even on accident]
Sylar: I think you'd know. [just because he's a good guy now doesn't mean he still doesn't have his temper] But yeah, I would.
Elle: [nods, her hands going to tug at her skirt again] Have you seen Molly? [can't actually get over how much older she looks]
Sylar: Yeah, that's ... weird. Not bad, just ... [he can't get over how much older she looks, either]
Elle: [moves closer to him, shifting to lean against him, a gentle teasing tone to her voice] Our little Molly, all grown up.
Sylar: [wraps his arms around her waist] Yep. [it's -- kind of upsetting, to tell the truth. not so much that she's grown up, but that she's gotten older. it's a reminder that, no matter how long he's here, no matter how nice everything seems now, he's going to outlive all the people he cares about. well, except Peter, but ... would rather not have a repeat of the time stuck in his head]
Elle: [well, technically, Elle won't get any older in Paradisa, she's got no where to go back home except maybe another five minutes, and in Paradisa no one ages, not really]
Sylar: [doesn't know that?]
Elle: [huh... she'll have to mention that at some point, or have an excuse to think it]
Sylar: [it'd help. didn't really think this immortality thing through]
Elle: [well, she's glad he had it, because she recalls him dying in front of her courtesy of a box cutter]
Sylar: [ ... stupid Bennet]
Elle: [seriously!] So, other than the Mohinder thing and Molly being older and wiser, I'm thinking about working in the clinic.
Sylar: [amused] Am I that boring?
Elle: [confused glance] What? Why would you think that?
Sylar: I'm kidding.
Elle: Oh. [mock pouting]
Sylar: [runs a hand over her hair]
Elle: [hums into that contact, she's actually missed him a lot]
Sylar: [drops his hand back to her waist, holding her close, head resting on top of hers. missed her, too, but isn't sure he should comment on that, since you know, poking around in people's head's = bad?]
Elle: [she wouldn't mind that, it's when she's not actively engaged in being around him that she's not sure him walking into the room and going 'Hey what's on Elle's mind?' is a good idea]
Sylar: [well, still, better safe than sorry, he figures]
Elle: [feels bad for making him feel unsure about his ability]
Sylar: [she shouldn't]
Elle: [well, he was all new shiny!!! and she made it all badtouch]
Sylar: [ ... lol]
Elle: [though, now she's all thinking about bad touch and how most the time his touches aren't bad at all, and yeah her mind has gone gutter]
Sylar: [makes a soft, amused noise]
Elle: [hears that and smirks, lifting her eyebrows a bit in amusement] Find something amusing?
Sylar: The jump in your train of thought.
Elle: [pfft saying trains didn't help her, which makes her shift a bit beside him] Well, you smell good.
Sylar: So do you. [pulls back a bit, leaning to kiss her again, this time more deeply]
Elle: [sighs into the kiss a bit, shifting in closer to him, mostly thinking about how loud her heartbeat sounds and the way he tastes and how she can hear his heavy breath as he kisses her, it's like he's breathing her in]
Sylar: [slips a hand between them, resting his hand over her heart as they kiss. he can't hear her heartbeat anymore, so he wants to feel it]
Elle: [her mind shifts to the weight of his hand, the warmth of his palm, as she leans into his kiss, her tongue traveling against his as she arches into the contact, her own breathing growing a bit shallow as she gets lost in their kiss a bit]
Sylar: [hums a bit, pleased, tracing small, idle patterns over her heart]
Elle: [shifts her hand from her lap to across his waist running up his side, as she tries to inch her breast over a bit, to get those little patterns to hit a bit closer to something a bit more sensitive to light touches]
Sylar: [is more than happy to shift his attentions to her breast, tracing the same light patterns over her breast. they might be a little lazier than before, though, as he's distracted by her hand at his side, something near a moan falling out of his mouth]
Elle: [the lazy touch is fine by her, a tiny thrill of victory sent through her as a shiver pulls through her, leaning in closer to him, the backs of her fingers sweeping down his side before reaching to find the hem of his shirt to allow her fingers to press to warm skin]
Sylar: [takes a deep, shuddering breath, twisting into her fingers. somehow, though, his keep going, and really? that's a miracle, since you have no idea what that does to him]
Elle: [she's pretty sure she knows what it does to him, or else she wouldn't even bother, but her hand rests at his side, her fingers inching up and down against his ribcage, her thumb straying in a loose circle as she tries to consider which would be better, her to shift backwards and drag him with her or to push him forward and her rest above him, but either way she knows her skirt makes his lap impossible at the moment, and she does want that familiar solid weight of him against her]
Sylar: [okay, so she understands, it's just -- it's a complete coherency shut down button. and that's sort of a shock to him, after the fact, every time. so much so that, yeah, he doesn't even really pick up on what she's thinking. brain broken. brb. ... at least, to his credit, he manages to sort of absently curl his fingers around her breast, massaging carefully]
Elle: [well, she does like the thought that she can halt him so much so in that sense, but she's on the whole choice thing still, and opts to tug him toward her, especially as her mouth parts a bit, slipping a soft whimper of pleasure at that grip on her, her free hand reaches to the side of his shirt, tugging him against her as she attempts to sink backwards onto the couch, as she shifts her thighs press to each other, the friction a bit of a cheap thrill for the moment as she manages to stretch out beneath him, her fingers tracing lightly against his side, tucking down into the sides of his jeans every so often before trailing back upwards, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip when she pulls away from their kiss]
Sylar: [lets her tug him down, stretching out over her carefully. keeps one hand at her breast, the other falling to the cushions above her head to support himself, not wanting to smoosh her, forehead coming to rest against hers as she pulls away. and softly:] You okay with this? [because, yeah, he gets the whole Sylar Being On Top = Bad thing now. he lived through the beach]
Elle: [nods, looking up at him] It's been almost a year. [said quietly, since she's not sure it's been a year just yet, but she feels like it has been, so many things have happened since then, leaning up to steal a kiss, dropping back down to just let her hand stray lightly against his side] Believe it or not, I actually still like the weight on my frame. It makes it real. [hopes that makes sense, because now she's over-thinking on how not coherent that sounds]
Sylar: [closes his eyes for a moment, biting back another moan, though it still slips out, softly. stop distracting him, when they're having serious conversation, woman!] Okay. Just -- checking.
Elle: [she's amused by the lack of coherence on his part though! she can't help it] Thank you, for thinking about it... [well, not thinking about THAT but, for considering her, and her hand stays still! STILL this time, though her knee might be inching against his inner thigh] Are you okay? I mean I don't want you to be uncomfortable either.
Sylar: [shifts a bit, brushing up against her knee. at least that's intentional on his part, and not him distracting her] I'm fine.
Elle: [nods, letting her free hand stray to his cheek, brushing her touch across his mouth briefly, just looking up at him] I'm happy here. I mean, with you. [sweeps her hand across his cheek and then drops it to her stomach, feeling a slight butterfly feeling that makes her doubt herself]
Sylar: [ghosts a kiss over her fingers as they pass and offers her a soft smile, hand coming away from her breast to brush tentatively over her cheek. is trying to reassure her, since he felt that little stab of doubt] So am I.
Elle: [she knows that Peter sees someone different now and there's something in his eyes that is different, but if anything it feels more familiar to her, it feels like when they didn't have their abilities and his hand strayed into her hair and she thought nothing would hurt them again]
Sylar: [that's pretty much accurate -- he's just as at peace now as he was then]
Elle: [which is probably why she trusts him completely, because she sees the man, not the abilities]
Sylar: [presses his palm flat against her face, cupping her cheek, and leans down to kiss her softly. there's a sort of passion behind it, though -- he may not have said it, may never, truth be told, but he loves her]
Elle: [she returns the kiss, feeling that emotion that is touching something deeper, forcing her to take a breath into it, letting it flood her lungs and lift her chest up into his, the hand that was resting to his side slides up to press between his shoulder blades, just holding onto him, not wanting him to leave her, because she knows that she hasn't had much love in her life, but she knows that this feels as real as anything else she's felt and if she could know love, she'd want it to be this]
Sylar: [breaks the kiss after a moment or two, but he doesn't stray far, lips still just barely brushing hers]
Elle: [hums, probably physically as well as in content, shutting her eyes as she sighs against the hum] I don't want you to go. [smiles softly at her admission, not that she's expecting to have naked times, but she just likes this]
Sylar: I wasn't planning on it.
Elle: [takes a deep breath inward, exhaling it slowly as she opens her eyes, glancing around her room, since she figures with older!Molly they might've swapped to making out on her couch vs. his just in case she stays up later?]
Sylar: [sounds about right to him]
Elle: [shifts a bit beneath him, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips, before starting to shift to her side, trying to guide him to roll with her, the couch is big, she realized she needed a bigger one way earlier] Here, move over a bit. [slips her hand out away from between shoulder blades]
Sylar: [arches his eyebrows a bit, but does as he's told, shifting away from her and onto his side]
Elle: [rests alongside him, her hand lazily tracing against his side, smirking at him]
Sylar: [moans again, softly] ... not fair.
Elle: [wonders if she could bring him off just with that motion, which is slightly amusing, but at the soft moan she leans against him, pressing her mouth to his, not kissing him, not yet, but just murmuring against his lips] I know.
Sylar: [possibly? it's seriously that good. not that he's going to tell her that, though] Just checking.
Elle: [parts her lips against his bottom lip as he speaks, catching it before parting against his mouth again, kissing him lazily as her hand drags back up against his side]
Sylar: [kisses her back, though there's sort of an edge to it when she pulls her fingers up his side again. nothing vicious, nothing particularly violent, just sort of reflexive enthusiasm, their mouths muting another soft sound]
Elle: [lets her fingers splay out against his side, using him to tug herself closer to him, pressed nearly flush to him, her heart once more thudding away since she's this close, plus that edge in the return of her kiss helped her a bit, so she presses as close as she can] Can you feel it? [which, vague sure, but she's guessing he's not exactly turning her thoughts off since they're this close]
Sylar: Your heart?
Elle: [wants to tease and reply: 'no my penis', but she nods instead] Yeah. [her hand fits between them, holding her hand above her heart, because she can feel it]
Sylar: [amused eyeroll -- whether she said it or not, he caught that just the same -- and then seriously] I can, yeah. [drags his fingers up over her side, which is a little awkward what with the arms and the wrists and such, and rests his hand over top of hers]
Elle: [oh, he caught that, too bad, welcome to the random thoughts of Elle, be prepared for her wondering if she would've been prom queen to how many melted forks she could fit into a glass before she'd end up breaking the glass from the heat] It's like I'm nervous, but I'm not. It's just a bit of something. [leans up and kisses him again]
Sylar: [returns the kiss] ... something?
Elle: [tries to shake it off, because she's not sure what she's thinking, but she feels like there's been so much change around her, he's gone and come back, Molly, and here she is, always the same, not even her body will get older (hey! there's that thought he needed to hear) because the castle won't let her age, not really] Probably nothing.
Sylar: [between the change thought and the one about the aging, he's not sure where he should begin. he should probably try to reassure her or something, but ... that got his attention] What do you mean the Castle won't let you age? [will get to the be kind, please rewind bit later.]
Elle: [furrows her brow, wondering where that came from, then she realizes: oh - her] It doesn't let the residents get any older, not their bodies at least. Unless they go back and come back. Probably something about making the return easier or something. Some girl has been here for three years, but she still looks the same. [shrugs] So, I don't have much left back home, so this is it. As is. No older, not my body at least. The castle could keep me here for centuries and I'd still be me. My hair grows, but I think that's because it's already dead. [which is gross she thinks, but she likes her long hair, and her thoughts travel to fingers wound tight in her hair, tugging a bit, which hello! wrong train of thought.. ohh trains again.. no! bad Elle, returns her focus to Sylar] Why?
Sylar: That's ... kind of a relief. [will have to do the tugging later]
Elle: [head tilt] Why? [since she's not thinking about his abilities and how they affect him at the moment, her mind's gone back to the dirty place]
Sylar: I'm immortal. [figures that'll sum that up nicely]
Elle: Oh! [shakes her head, feeling silly for not realizing that] So, yay castle?
Sylar: Yep. Yay Castle. [brushes a kiss over her lips] And just because you're here doesn't mean you can't change. Or that you can't have something.
Elle: [nods with a smirk into the kiss] Maybe I just keep changing. [because, let's be honest she did go from having a crush on Sam, to wanting revenge on him for nearly killing her, to hanging out with Sylar, to killing with Sylar, to now being domestic with Sylar... which does follow her trend of doing what makes the people she likes stay near her...]
Sylar: Maybe.
Elle: [sighs, still feeling that seed of doubt, not about him, but about herself] Sorry.
Sylar: Don't be. [steals another kiss]
Elle: [returns the kiss softly before curling in against him, her hand settling against his side, and her other fisting against his chest, still pressed close to her own]
Sylar: [redrapes his arm over her waist, just holding her close. is right here, isn't going anywhere. that helps, right?]
Elle: [it does help, a lot, which gets her to relax a bit into him]
Sylar: [good. rests his forehead against hers, his eyes closed]
Elle: [feels like she totally brought the whole fun making out times back down to the low point again]
Sylar: [she shouldn't. it's fine]
Elle: [shifts to press a kiss beneath his chin, softly]
Sylar: [tilts his head down a bit, catching his lips with hers, briefly]
Elle: [smirks into the kiss] Thanks.
Sylar: For what?
Elle: For this.
Sylar: [hums a bit] You're welcome.
Elle: [stretches a bit against him] Are you going to stay the night? Because I do actually own a bed, with blankets and pillows and I don't usually sleep in skirts.
Sylar: [amused] A bed? What's that?
Elle: [smirks, because she knows that his bedroom, though they've been there, still doesn't feel like it's been given the all clear and they've lingered on couches for most of their time together] I know, right? Boggles the mind that there are backless couches that are bigger and apparently more comfortable for sleeping in.
Sylar: Kids and their newfangled inventions.
Elle: [laughs] So, moving? Or should I just peel down here and cling to you. [teasing, though she does let her mind wander back to the not wearing underwear aspect of her outfit, since it's a pencil skirt and she doesn't need panty lines across her ass]
Sylar: [smirks a bit, though sleeping in a bed for once would be nice] We should probably move.
Elle: [nods, reluctantly shifting away from him and to her feet, offering a hand to him] You meant now, right? [smirks]
Sylar: Guess so. [reaches to take her hand, getting to his feet, though he doesn't put much of his weight on her]
Elle: [leads the way back to her bedroom, the light switch turning on the small bedside lamp, which is low lighting since she doesn't usually need lights in the morning, she's an instant light herself, and peels her clothing off, not actually caring, which means Free Show! and in a few moments there's a naked!Elle retrieving a tank top and loose shorts to put on, before turning to face Sylar again] Better.
Sylar: [enjoys the show for a minute before stripping out of his own clothing. he doesn't have anything to put on, though, so she's just going to have to deal with him running around in his underwear]
Elle: [probably has a drawer for him... because she's weird like that, but she doesn't mind the current state of his dress at all as she moves toward the bed, pulling the covers down and slipping into bed, moving instinctively closer to his side of the bed, because sure there's more room, but she doesn't actually want to use it all]
Sylar: [climbs into his half of the bed, pulling her close again once he's settled]
Elle: [drapes an arm across his waist, fingertips lightly resting to his side, brushing softly there as she gets settled]
Sylar: ... you're going to keep me up all night like that.
Elle: [smirks, pressing a kiss to his chest] Really?
Sylar: Probably, yeah.
Elle: [traces her name with her fingertip against his side with an apostrophe S at the end] So... not sleeping when I do this.
Sylar: [bites his lower lip a bit, trying to stifle a moan] What?
Elle: [smirks, pressing up a bit beside him, using her elbow for support as she looks down at him, her fingertips tracing small circles against his side, shifting from the pads of her fingertips on the down sweep to the edges of blunt nails on the upstrokes, just watching him]
Sylar: [manages something about how that's not fair and shifts a bit, pressing into her fingers with another soft sound]
Elle: [smirks, leaning down, pressing her chin against his side, very nearly hiding against him in mild amusement watching her wrist over the wide span of his chest] The truth is I could probably just do this for hours, as an idle motion, but knowing that it does this to you I'd feel bad if I was asleep while I did it.
Sylar: [with all the squirming he's doing, he'd like to see you sleep, Elle. not that he can say as much, too focused on the feel of her fingers]
Elle: [feels a slight twinge of guilt at making him squirm, opting to press her hand flat to his side, halting the motion other than a slight shift of her hand as she settles more against his chest] I'll stop. [a smirk as she drops a kiss to his chest] For now.
Sylar: [sighs heavily, the sound somewhere between disappointed and relieved, and sinks back into the bed]
Elle: [shifts so that she's more relaxed beside him, drawing her hand to rest near her cheek on his chest, exhaling a deep breath] This is nice.
Sylar: [takes a moment to hunt down his thought process, and then] It is.
Elle: It's about as normal as we can get, on our own at least. Castle hijinks not included.
Sylar: We could probably get a little more normal.
Elle: [laughs a bit] Yeah? I still can't bake, at all.
Sylar: [hums, amused] And I still can't do much beyond ziti and pancakes. [and soup from a can!] But not what I was talking about.
Elle: I like pancakes. [hums in thought a moment, trying not to be hungry for pancakes]
Sylar: I'll make breakfast tomorrow. [oops, was he in your head again?]
Elle: [smirks, pursing her lips at that, amused by the intrusion] Sounds good to me. [wonders if that was the normal part, because now she's curious]
Sylar: [not really, nope. he's working on getting there]
Elle: [she'll shut her eyes, resting a bit against him, content to just have the quiet, though she can hear herself humming so she'll focus on that sound]
Sylar: [tries to focus on that for a moment, too, though it's harder than it used to be with his hearing gone. makes a little face at the thought, sighing, and sort of driven by the annoyance of not having that power anymore, he manages to ask] Move in with me. [okay, so that's not really a question]
Elle: [heard the statement echo a bit in his chest as she laid there, feeling the words vibrate against her cheek] That came from nowhere. [though that wasn't a no, but she's thinking about the fact that while she does like the couch, she still doesn't feel exactly right staying in the room that had been 'theirs'] Are you sure?
Sylar: I've been thinking about it since I came back. [and realized they were okay] So, yeah.
Elle: [thinks about it for a bit, and how much she'd like to have someone that she knew cared about her enough to want her there in the morning, and how she trusts him not to hurt her, even after everything - maybe even because of everything that had happened] Okay. [nods a bit] I'll stay with you.
Sylar: [offers her a small but genuine smile] Okay.
Elle: [shifts up against his chest, to look down at him, smirking] So this is us doing normal, then?
Sylar: Guess so. [pulls her a little closer]
Elle: [smiles] I think I'm going to like it.
Sylar: Me, too.
Elle: [moves to settle in against him a bit] You should sleep.
Sylar: So should you. [but he's really not going to argue much more than that, because honestly? he's exhausted]
Elle: [hums softly] If you fall asleep first, I won't have to worry about my wandering hand. [smirks]
Sylar: [huffs out a sigh of a laugh] I'll get right on that, then.
Elle: [takes a deep breath, curling in closer] Good. You do that.
Sylar: [just hums before falling silent. is gonna sleep nao k?]
Elle: [that's perfectly okay, because she'll drift off soon after him, tangling her legs in against his, as she moves in closer against him]
What: Talking about Sylar's new ability and their 'relationship'
When: Late Sunday Night - March 28th
Where: Elle's Room
Rating: R
Sylar: Pick a number.
Elle: [If you think I'm sexy and you want my body, come on baby let me know] Guess?
Sylar: That wasn't a number. [looks amused, nevertheless, though]
Elle: [shrugs] I couldn't think of one.
Sylar: So I see.
Elle: [beams and thinks of the color underwear she's wearing... OH that's none!]
Sylar: [arches his eyebrows, smirking]
Elle: [innocent face]
Sylar: [amused]
Elle: [shifts to sit on her knees, fixing the hem of her skirt across her thighs] What?
Sylar: I can hear your thoughts.
Elle: [lift of an eyebrow] Well, that's interesting.
Sylar: Yep. [looks pleased with himself]
Elle: So, you can feel how I feel and know what I'm thinking? Seems a bit unfair.
Sylar: Is it?
Elle: Well, I don't know what you're thinking and sometimes I'm not exactly sure what you're feeling.
Sylar: You could ask. [shrugs]
Elle: Oh, well, yeah I could. [glances to him] You just don't have to ask, you'll just know.
Sylar: ... sorry.
Elle: [shrugs, feeling bad] I didn't mean it like that. [she didn't, not really, she's just actually not used to people even wanting to know what she's thinking or feeling so the thought of Sylar just dipping into her mind and finding out is a bit odd]
Sylar: [brushes his fingers over her cheek] I'll just -- try not to do it.
Elle: [leans into the touch a bit, meeting his eyes, smiling] Just a bit of a warning, if it's just me staring off into space? [smirks] I mean, those are pretty important thoughts when I wander off in my head.
Sylar: [nods] Okay.
Elle: [leans over and kisses him cause, she really wanted to do that, pulling away] So, what are you feeling?
Sylar: [kisses her back, softly, and then takes a minute to think about that] Not sure. ... thinking about a conversation I had with Mohinder earlier.
Elle: [curious look, because last time Mohinder was brought up they killed some fake people... ahh memories] Yeah?
Sylar: He wanted a truce.
Elle: He does realize that it is more on his side that he'd have to actually act on, since you haven't done anything.
Sylar: Yeah, I guess. [shrugs] It wasn't so much ... asking for it, as it was ... him telling me he wouldn't come after me. [or such was the impression that he got]
Elle: That was nice of him. He probably still doesn't like me.
Sylar: [wry] I don't think he likes either of us much, but ... whatever.
Elle: [smirks] Well, I like you.
Sylar: I'd be upset if you didn't. [steals another kiss from her]
Elle: [sighs a bit into the kiss] You'd tell me if I upset you right? [is worried about doing that, even on accident]
Sylar: I think you'd know. [just because he's a good guy now doesn't mean he still doesn't have his temper] But yeah, I would.
Elle: [nods, her hands going to tug at her skirt again] Have you seen Molly? [can't actually get over how much older she looks]
Sylar: Yeah, that's ... weird. Not bad, just ... [he can't get over how much older she looks, either]
Elle: [moves closer to him, shifting to lean against him, a gentle teasing tone to her voice] Our little Molly, all grown up.
Sylar: [wraps his arms around her waist] Yep. [it's -- kind of upsetting, to tell the truth. not so much that she's grown up, but that she's gotten older. it's a reminder that, no matter how long he's here, no matter how nice everything seems now, he's going to outlive all the people he cares about. well, except Peter, but ... would rather not have a repeat of the time stuck in his head]
Elle: [well, technically, Elle won't get any older in Paradisa, she's got no where to go back home except maybe another five minutes, and in Paradisa no one ages, not really]
Sylar: [doesn't know that?]
Elle: [huh... she'll have to mention that at some point, or have an excuse to think it]
Sylar: [it'd help. didn't really think this immortality thing through]
Elle: [well, she's glad he had it, because she recalls him dying in front of her courtesy of a box cutter]
Sylar: [ ... stupid Bennet]
Elle: [seriously!] So, other than the Mohinder thing and Molly being older and wiser, I'm thinking about working in the clinic.
Sylar: [amused] Am I that boring?
Elle: [confused glance] What? Why would you think that?
Sylar: I'm kidding.
Elle: Oh. [mock pouting]
Sylar: [runs a hand over her hair]
Elle: [hums into that contact, she's actually missed him a lot]
Sylar: [drops his hand back to her waist, holding her close, head resting on top of hers. missed her, too, but isn't sure he should comment on that, since you know, poking around in people's head's = bad?]
Elle: [she wouldn't mind that, it's when she's not actively engaged in being around him that she's not sure him walking into the room and going 'Hey what's on Elle's mind?' is a good idea]
Sylar: [well, still, better safe than sorry, he figures]
Elle: [feels bad for making him feel unsure about his ability]
Sylar: [she shouldn't]
Elle: [well, he was all new shiny!!! and she made it all badtouch]
Sylar: [ ... lol]
Elle: [though, now she's all thinking about bad touch and how most the time his touches aren't bad at all, and yeah her mind has gone gutter]
Sylar: [makes a soft, amused noise]
Elle: [hears that and smirks, lifting her eyebrows a bit in amusement] Find something amusing?
Sylar: The jump in your train of thought.
Elle: [pfft saying trains didn't help her, which makes her shift a bit beside him] Well, you smell good.
Sylar: So do you. [pulls back a bit, leaning to kiss her again, this time more deeply]
Elle: [sighs into the kiss a bit, shifting in closer to him, mostly thinking about how loud her heartbeat sounds and the way he tastes and how she can hear his heavy breath as he kisses her, it's like he's breathing her in]
Sylar: [slips a hand between them, resting his hand over her heart as they kiss. he can't hear her heartbeat anymore, so he wants to feel it]
Elle: [her mind shifts to the weight of his hand, the warmth of his palm, as she leans into his kiss, her tongue traveling against his as she arches into the contact, her own breathing growing a bit shallow as she gets lost in their kiss a bit]
Sylar: [hums a bit, pleased, tracing small, idle patterns over her heart]
Elle: [shifts her hand from her lap to across his waist running up his side, as she tries to inch her breast over a bit, to get those little patterns to hit a bit closer to something a bit more sensitive to light touches]
Sylar: [is more than happy to shift his attentions to her breast, tracing the same light patterns over her breast. they might be a little lazier than before, though, as he's distracted by her hand at his side, something near a moan falling out of his mouth]
Elle: [the lazy touch is fine by her, a tiny thrill of victory sent through her as a shiver pulls through her, leaning in closer to him, the backs of her fingers sweeping down his side before reaching to find the hem of his shirt to allow her fingers to press to warm skin]
Sylar: [takes a deep, shuddering breath, twisting into her fingers. somehow, though, his keep going, and really? that's a miracle, since you have no idea what that does to him]
Elle: [she's pretty sure she knows what it does to him, or else she wouldn't even bother, but her hand rests at his side, her fingers inching up and down against his ribcage, her thumb straying in a loose circle as she tries to consider which would be better, her to shift backwards and drag him with her or to push him forward and her rest above him, but either way she knows her skirt makes his lap impossible at the moment, and she does want that familiar solid weight of him against her]
Sylar: [okay, so she understands, it's just -- it's a complete coherency shut down button. and that's sort of a shock to him, after the fact, every time. so much so that, yeah, he doesn't even really pick up on what she's thinking. brain broken. brb. ... at least, to his credit, he manages to sort of absently curl his fingers around her breast, massaging carefully]
Elle: [well, she does like the thought that she can halt him so much so in that sense, but she's on the whole choice thing still, and opts to tug him toward her, especially as her mouth parts a bit, slipping a soft whimper of pleasure at that grip on her, her free hand reaches to the side of his shirt, tugging him against her as she attempts to sink backwards onto the couch, as she shifts her thighs press to each other, the friction a bit of a cheap thrill for the moment as she manages to stretch out beneath him, her fingers tracing lightly against his side, tucking down into the sides of his jeans every so often before trailing back upwards, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip when she pulls away from their kiss]
Sylar: [lets her tug him down, stretching out over her carefully. keeps one hand at her breast, the other falling to the cushions above her head to support himself, not wanting to smoosh her, forehead coming to rest against hers as she pulls away. and softly:] You okay with this? [because, yeah, he gets the whole Sylar Being On Top = Bad thing now. he lived through the beach]
Elle: [nods, looking up at him] It's been almost a year. [said quietly, since she's not sure it's been a year just yet, but she feels like it has been, so many things have happened since then, leaning up to steal a kiss, dropping back down to just let her hand stray lightly against his side] Believe it or not, I actually still like the weight on my frame. It makes it real. [hopes that makes sense, because now she's over-thinking on how not coherent that sounds]
Sylar: [closes his eyes for a moment, biting back another moan, though it still slips out, softly. stop distracting him, when they're having serious conversation, woman!] Okay. Just -- checking.
Elle: [she's amused by the lack of coherence on his part though! she can't help it] Thank you, for thinking about it... [well, not thinking about THAT but, for considering her, and her hand stays still! STILL this time, though her knee might be inching against his inner thigh] Are you okay? I mean I don't want you to be uncomfortable either.
Sylar: [shifts a bit, brushing up against her knee. at least that's intentional on his part, and not him distracting her] I'm fine.
Elle: [nods, letting her free hand stray to his cheek, brushing her touch across his mouth briefly, just looking up at him] I'm happy here. I mean, with you. [sweeps her hand across his cheek and then drops it to her stomach, feeling a slight butterfly feeling that makes her doubt herself]
Sylar: [ghosts a kiss over her fingers as they pass and offers her a soft smile, hand coming away from her breast to brush tentatively over her cheek. is trying to reassure her, since he felt that little stab of doubt] So am I.
Elle: [she knows that Peter sees someone different now and there's something in his eyes that is different, but if anything it feels more familiar to her, it feels like when they didn't have their abilities and his hand strayed into her hair and she thought nothing would hurt them again]
Sylar: [that's pretty much accurate -- he's just as at peace now as he was then]
Elle: [which is probably why she trusts him completely, because she sees the man, not the abilities]
Sylar: [presses his palm flat against her face, cupping her cheek, and leans down to kiss her softly. there's a sort of passion behind it, though -- he may not have said it, may never, truth be told, but he loves her]
Elle: [she returns the kiss, feeling that emotion that is touching something deeper, forcing her to take a breath into it, letting it flood her lungs and lift her chest up into his, the hand that was resting to his side slides up to press between his shoulder blades, just holding onto him, not wanting him to leave her, because she knows that she hasn't had much love in her life, but she knows that this feels as real as anything else she's felt and if she could know love, she'd want it to be this]
Sylar: [breaks the kiss after a moment or two, but he doesn't stray far, lips still just barely brushing hers]
Elle: [hums, probably physically as well as in content, shutting her eyes as she sighs against the hum] I don't want you to go. [smiles softly at her admission, not that she's expecting to have naked times, but she just likes this]
Sylar: I wasn't planning on it.
Elle: [takes a deep breath inward, exhaling it slowly as she opens her eyes, glancing around her room, since she figures with older!Molly they might've swapped to making out on her couch vs. his just in case she stays up later?]
Sylar: [sounds about right to him]
Elle: [shifts a bit beneath him, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips, before starting to shift to her side, trying to guide him to roll with her, the couch is big, she realized she needed a bigger one way earlier] Here, move over a bit. [slips her hand out away from between shoulder blades]
Sylar: [arches his eyebrows a bit, but does as he's told, shifting away from her and onto his side]
Elle: [rests alongside him, her hand lazily tracing against his side, smirking at him]
Sylar: [moans again, softly] ... not fair.
Elle: [wonders if she could bring him off just with that motion, which is slightly amusing, but at the soft moan she leans against him, pressing her mouth to his, not kissing him, not yet, but just murmuring against his lips] I know.
Sylar: [possibly? it's seriously that good. not that he's going to tell her that, though] Just checking.
Elle: [parts her lips against his bottom lip as he speaks, catching it before parting against his mouth again, kissing him lazily as her hand drags back up against his side]
Sylar: [kisses her back, though there's sort of an edge to it when she pulls her fingers up his side again. nothing vicious, nothing particularly violent, just sort of reflexive enthusiasm, their mouths muting another soft sound]
Elle: [lets her fingers splay out against his side, using him to tug herself closer to him, pressed nearly flush to him, her heart once more thudding away since she's this close, plus that edge in the return of her kiss helped her a bit, so she presses as close as she can] Can you feel it? [which, vague sure, but she's guessing he's not exactly turning her thoughts off since they're this close]
Sylar: Your heart?
Elle: [wants to tease and reply: 'no my penis', but she nods instead] Yeah. [her hand fits between them, holding her hand above her heart, because she can feel it]
Sylar: [amused eyeroll -- whether she said it or not, he caught that just the same -- and then seriously] I can, yeah. [drags his fingers up over her side, which is a little awkward what with the arms and the wrists and such, and rests his hand over top of hers]
Elle: [oh, he caught that, too bad, welcome to the random thoughts of Elle, be prepared for her wondering if she would've been prom queen to how many melted forks she could fit into a glass before she'd end up breaking the glass from the heat] It's like I'm nervous, but I'm not. It's just a bit of something. [leans up and kisses him again]
Sylar: [returns the kiss] ... something?
Elle: [tries to shake it off, because she's not sure what she's thinking, but she feels like there's been so much change around her, he's gone and come back, Molly, and here she is, always the same, not even her body will get older (hey! there's that thought he needed to hear) because the castle won't let her age, not really] Probably nothing.
Sylar: [between the change thought and the one about the aging, he's not sure where he should begin. he should probably try to reassure her or something, but ... that got his attention] What do you mean the Castle won't let you age? [will get to the be kind, please rewind bit later.]
Elle: [furrows her brow, wondering where that came from, then she realizes: oh - her] It doesn't let the residents get any older, not their bodies at least. Unless they go back and come back. Probably something about making the return easier or something. Some girl has been here for three years, but she still looks the same. [shrugs] So, I don't have much left back home, so this is it. As is. No older, not my body at least. The castle could keep me here for centuries and I'd still be me. My hair grows, but I think that's because it's already dead. [which is gross she thinks, but she likes her long hair, and her thoughts travel to fingers wound tight in her hair, tugging a bit, which hello! wrong train of thought.. ohh trains again.. no! bad Elle, returns her focus to Sylar] Why?
Sylar: That's ... kind of a relief. [will have to do the tugging later]
Elle: [head tilt] Why? [since she's not thinking about his abilities and how they affect him at the moment, her mind's gone back to the dirty place]
Sylar: I'm immortal. [figures that'll sum that up nicely]
Elle: Oh! [shakes her head, feeling silly for not realizing that] So, yay castle?
Sylar: Yep. Yay Castle. [brushes a kiss over her lips] And just because you're here doesn't mean you can't change. Or that you can't have something.
Elle: [nods with a smirk into the kiss] Maybe I just keep changing. [because, let's be honest she did go from having a crush on Sam, to wanting revenge on him for nearly killing her, to hanging out with Sylar, to killing with Sylar, to now being domestic with Sylar... which does follow her trend of doing what makes the people she likes stay near her...]
Sylar: Maybe.
Elle: [sighs, still feeling that seed of doubt, not about him, but about herself] Sorry.
Sylar: Don't be. [steals another kiss]
Elle: [returns the kiss softly before curling in against him, her hand settling against his side, and her other fisting against his chest, still pressed close to her own]
Sylar: [redrapes his arm over her waist, just holding her close. is right here, isn't going anywhere. that helps, right?]
Elle: [it does help, a lot, which gets her to relax a bit into him]
Sylar: [good. rests his forehead against hers, his eyes closed]
Elle: [feels like she totally brought the whole fun making out times back down to the low point again]
Sylar: [she shouldn't. it's fine]
Elle: [shifts to press a kiss beneath his chin, softly]
Sylar: [tilts his head down a bit, catching his lips with hers, briefly]
Elle: [smirks into the kiss] Thanks.
Sylar: For what?
Elle: For this.
Sylar: [hums a bit] You're welcome.
Elle: [stretches a bit against him] Are you going to stay the night? Because I do actually own a bed, with blankets and pillows and I don't usually sleep in skirts.
Sylar: [amused] A bed? What's that?
Elle: [smirks, because she knows that his bedroom, though they've been there, still doesn't feel like it's been given the all clear and they've lingered on couches for most of their time together] I know, right? Boggles the mind that there are backless couches that are bigger and apparently more comfortable for sleeping in.
Sylar: Kids and their newfangled inventions.
Elle: [laughs] So, moving? Or should I just peel down here and cling to you. [teasing, though she does let her mind wander back to the not wearing underwear aspect of her outfit, since it's a pencil skirt and she doesn't need panty lines across her ass]
Sylar: [smirks a bit, though sleeping in a bed for once would be nice] We should probably move.
Elle: [nods, reluctantly shifting away from him and to her feet, offering a hand to him] You meant now, right? [smirks]
Sylar: Guess so. [reaches to take her hand, getting to his feet, though he doesn't put much of his weight on her]
Elle: [leads the way back to her bedroom, the light switch turning on the small bedside lamp, which is low lighting since she doesn't usually need lights in the morning, she's an instant light herself, and peels her clothing off, not actually caring, which means Free Show! and in a few moments there's a naked!Elle retrieving a tank top and loose shorts to put on, before turning to face Sylar again] Better.
Sylar: [enjoys the show for a minute before stripping out of his own clothing. he doesn't have anything to put on, though, so she's just going to have to deal with him running around in his underwear]
Elle: [probably has a drawer for him... because she's weird like that, but she doesn't mind the current state of his dress at all as she moves toward the bed, pulling the covers down and slipping into bed, moving instinctively closer to his side of the bed, because sure there's more room, but she doesn't actually want to use it all]
Sylar: [climbs into his half of the bed, pulling her close again once he's settled]
Elle: [drapes an arm across his waist, fingertips lightly resting to his side, brushing softly there as she gets settled]
Sylar: ... you're going to keep me up all night like that.
Elle: [smirks, pressing a kiss to his chest] Really?
Sylar: Probably, yeah.
Elle: [traces her name with her fingertip against his side with an apostrophe S at the end] So... not sleeping when I do this.
Sylar: [bites his lower lip a bit, trying to stifle a moan] What?
Elle: [smirks, pressing up a bit beside him, using her elbow for support as she looks down at him, her fingertips tracing small circles against his side, shifting from the pads of her fingertips on the down sweep to the edges of blunt nails on the upstrokes, just watching him]
Sylar: [manages something about how that's not fair and shifts a bit, pressing into her fingers with another soft sound]
Elle: [smirks, leaning down, pressing her chin against his side, very nearly hiding against him in mild amusement watching her wrist over the wide span of his chest] The truth is I could probably just do this for hours, as an idle motion, but knowing that it does this to you I'd feel bad if I was asleep while I did it.
Sylar: [with all the squirming he's doing, he'd like to see you sleep, Elle. not that he can say as much, too focused on the feel of her fingers]
Elle: [feels a slight twinge of guilt at making him squirm, opting to press her hand flat to his side, halting the motion other than a slight shift of her hand as she settles more against his chest] I'll stop. [a smirk as she drops a kiss to his chest] For now.
Sylar: [sighs heavily, the sound somewhere between disappointed and relieved, and sinks back into the bed]
Elle: [shifts so that she's more relaxed beside him, drawing her hand to rest near her cheek on his chest, exhaling a deep breath] This is nice.
Sylar: [takes a moment to hunt down his thought process, and then] It is.
Elle: It's about as normal as we can get, on our own at least. Castle hijinks not included.
Sylar: We could probably get a little more normal.
Elle: [laughs a bit] Yeah? I still can't bake, at all.
Sylar: [hums, amused] And I still can't do much beyond ziti and pancakes. [and soup from a can!] But not what I was talking about.
Elle: I like pancakes. [hums in thought a moment, trying not to be hungry for pancakes]
Sylar: I'll make breakfast tomorrow. [oops, was he in your head again?]
Elle: [smirks, pursing her lips at that, amused by the intrusion] Sounds good to me. [wonders if that was the normal part, because now she's curious]
Sylar: [not really, nope. he's working on getting there]
Elle: [she'll shut her eyes, resting a bit against him, content to just have the quiet, though she can hear herself humming so she'll focus on that sound]
Sylar: [tries to focus on that for a moment, too, though it's harder than it used to be with his hearing gone. makes a little face at the thought, sighing, and sort of driven by the annoyance of not having that power anymore, he manages to ask] Move in with me. [okay, so that's not really a question]
Elle: [heard the statement echo a bit in his chest as she laid there, feeling the words vibrate against her cheek] That came from nowhere. [though that wasn't a no, but she's thinking about the fact that while she does like the couch, she still doesn't feel exactly right staying in the room that had been 'theirs'] Are you sure?
Sylar: I've been thinking about it since I came back. [and realized they were okay] So, yeah.
Elle: [thinks about it for a bit, and how much she'd like to have someone that she knew cared about her enough to want her there in the morning, and how she trusts him not to hurt her, even after everything - maybe even because of everything that had happened] Okay. [nods a bit] I'll stay with you.
Sylar: [offers her a small but genuine smile] Okay.
Elle: [shifts up against his chest, to look down at him, smirking] So this is us doing normal, then?
Sylar: Guess so. [pulls her a little closer]
Elle: [smiles] I think I'm going to like it.
Sylar: Me, too.
Elle: [moves to settle in against him a bit] You should sleep.
Sylar: So should you. [but he's really not going to argue much more than that, because honestly? he's exhausted]
Elle: [hums softly] If you fall asleep first, I won't have to worry about my wandering hand. [smirks]
Sylar: [huffs out a sigh of a laugh] I'll get right on that, then.
Elle: [takes a deep breath, curling in closer] Good. You do that.
Sylar: [just hums before falling silent. is gonna sleep nao k?]
Elle: [that's perfectly okay, because she'll drift off soon after him, tangling her legs in against his, as she moves in closer against him]