Personal Space- Elle/Sylar- Part 2/2 - (Version A)
Title: Personal Space - Part 2 (VA)
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Sylar
Word Count:
Summary: A little while after Elle decides to move at her own apartment, she receives a surprise visit from Sylar.... Does he want revenge,her power or something else?
Author's Notes:This is written for Dee dana-serenity. Hope you like baby! <33
My muse is MIA but I just wanted to write something. It turned out a bit crack!+Cynical!
But it's late and it hasn't been betaed, plus English is not my native language!
In short,Sorry for crappiness...
Part One [1] - Here!
Previously in Part 1 -Excerpts
As Elle turns around the corner to her new house, she can’t help but feel as if she’s being watched.
There’s silence all around and that should be comforting.
But there’s something in this darkness…lingering.
“Sylar” she hisses and instinctively she backs up at the wall behind her as the chuckle grows stronger, louder, uncontrollable.
...“Why did you move out of the company?” he asks her and she feels chills down her spine, considering that he was actually able to infiltrate the company looking for her…
“I needed some personal space” she answers him, trying to anticipate his next question, trying to find a way to postpone the inevitable.
...“You know you inspired me” he starts and Elle couldn’t be more surprised, she frowns despite herself and she is glad that he can’t see that with his back turned.
She has been an inspiration for Sylar?
Let’s see….
Being the inspiration for a demented serial-killer…Really endearing….
Personal Space
For a few seconds,oh Sylar just stands there, unmoving, not even blinking and Elle isn't sure if he actually heard her.
What? You drop something like that and I am not supposed to ask? What do you take me for? Elle thinks but stays silent.
She watches Sylar smile at her and she suppresses a giggle.
She was sure he could read in in her face, should he choose to, but it didn't matter.
“You inspired me to change!” he says with a spark in his eyes. And for the first time, Elle thinks that the spark isn't malicious and she felt like she could tease him.
“Inspired you to change what? Clothes?” she says with a wide grin on her face.
”Oh goodie! I'm gonna die being soo cool!”
If she thought that she was starting to try his patience, looking at his face now, she was certain of it.
“No!” Sylar says and his silent, purring voice sounds almost like a threat as silent and deadly as a cobra hidden in your bed sheets.
“I really changed!” Elle hears his voice and the next words out of his mouth don't do much to help her stop hyperventilating.
“Haven't you noticed that I haven't killed anyone since the day you jolted me? Since the day you stunned me? I haven't hurt anyone!” he approaches her using his hand to turn her face to him so that their eyes meet!
Elle's eyes grow wide. Was he for real?
She ponders on his words for a few seconds. He was right.
No person with power had been hurt the whole time.
He hadn't even hurt her dad, obviously, when he had gone there looking for her.
So what could that mean? Her inspiring him?
Dear God, could he mean that he was in love with her?
Her eyes are as wide as plates by now and her mouth opens forming a gasping “o”, when she sees him come even closer, licking his lips and his eyes focused on her mouth...
Elle realizes it's too late to say anything when he attacks her lips hungrily and she is not so alarmed that he kisses her as she is for the fact that she enjoys it.
A moan escapes her throat involuntarily and he seems pleased.
So pleased that he loosens his telekinetic grip on her and she lands in his arms with a muffled sound.
He catches her with ease, as if she were a much-wanted, ripe apple in the middle of summer and Elle can't help but titter at the thought “If life gives you apples make an apple-pie” crosses her mind.
Sylar's eyes are a soft brown now, not that malicious chocolate-brown or black that they assumed when he made his attacks.
He seems full of lust and even if Elle is excited she can't help but feel a little panic creep up on her.
“Erm...Sylar...Look... When you said I inspired you, what did you mean? I mean I don't... Do you understand?” she mumbles....
Struggling for coherence isn't easy when a sexy, yet psychopathic killer seems overly keen to explore the side of your neck with his tongue, centimetre by centimetre...
His powerful, masculine scent fills her nostrils, making her head spin and as Elle wonders if her Donna Karan, apple perfume has the new female Axe-Effect, she is certain it will take more than throwing away the perfume to get him off her...
She presses her hands against his chest and pulls him away from her, panting.
“What on earth... What are you doing?”
“I swear I changed! I am not the same man anymore!” he blurts out looking at her.
“So what? You are not a killer now, just a rapist?”
He shakes his head in denial, apologetically.
“I'm not a rapist. I thought you wanted this” he snickers.
“That's besides the point! You didn't ask me. What if you asked me and I told you 'No', would you stop?”
His right hand touches her cleavage.
“No, I would probably kill you, but hey at least I'd ask” he jokes.
Elle frowns but the absurdity of the moment overwhelms her.
“That's great! You are really reformed! Good job!” she says patting him on the shoulder.
With one swift move he catches her hand locking her fingers into his.
"Well that's a hell of a lot of change to ask of me in just one month” he grins.
“One month and nine days, but hey I am being ungrateful here”
“Whatever” he says “So, do you want me?” he asks her arching an eyebrow.
Elle's eyes travel from his dark face, the lovely way his hair frames his imposing eyes to his strong shoulders, his tight torso, his long legs...
She decides she could do much worse. A lot worse, actually and as for the psychopath bit...
Who was she to judge?
Maybe they were made for each other.
“Sure!” she replies wrapping her little hands around his neck and shivers when he takes her in his arms carrying her to where her bedroom is.
“Just how much time exactly have you been watching me inside my own house?” she teases him, her tongue playfully moistening her lips.
He chuckles as he puts her down on the bed and positions himself between her legs.
“Enough to know you won't be needing your bunny-shaped special friend you keep in your bottom drawer”
If the light was turned on he would see her blush.
“Hey, that's personal! Don't you dare judge me!” she shrieks.
She is about to start but is interrupted by the pleasant weight of his body over hers.
“I'm not here to judge, just to pleasure. I'm yours tonight!” he replies as he trails kisses between her breasts.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Hours later, when they are both sweaty and her head is comfortably rested against his shoulder, she realizes what she had done.
Maybe it had been stupid of her to give in to the temptation that was Sylar, even though he seemed to think that the temptation was her.
But it had kept her safe and her special friend in the drawer and that was enough to have her smile widely again.
She had to think this over.
She sits up pulling the sheet around her naked body and Sylar seems to question her with one half-closed eye.
“Sylar, honey, that was super but how about that personal space now?” she challenges him, reminding him of the rules.
He comes when she calls him and he allows her to have her personal space.
“Oh right” he says and sitting up he gathers his clothes slowly getting dressed.
She watches him in silence.
He is big, graceful and all hers.
She had never had a toy this big or this dangerous and her heart pounds in her chest, crazy with excitement.
She blows him a kiss when he walks out the door and Elle bites her lower lip in order to prevent the laughter from coming.
Lying back down on the bed she mentally opens the diary she keeps inside her mind with her every day-to-day list.
Elle's To-Do List For The Day
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Sylar
Word Count:
Summary: A little while after Elle decides to move at her own apartment, she receives a surprise visit from Sylar.... Does he want revenge,her power or something else?
Author's Notes:This is written for Dee dana-serenity. Hope you like baby! <33
My muse is MIA but I just wanted to write something. It turned out a bit crack!+Cynical!
But it's late and it hasn't been betaed, plus English is not my native language!
In short,Sorry for crappiness...
Part One [1] - Here!
Previously in Part 1 -Excerpts
As Elle turns around the corner to her new house, she can’t help but feel as if she’s being watched.
There’s silence all around and that should be comforting.
But there’s something in this darkness…lingering.
“Sylar” she hisses and instinctively she backs up at the wall behind her as the chuckle grows stronger, louder, uncontrollable.
...“Why did you move out of the company?” he asks her and she feels chills down her spine, considering that he was actually able to infiltrate the company looking for her…
“I needed some personal space” she answers him, trying to anticipate his next question, trying to find a way to postpone the inevitable.
...“You know you inspired me” he starts and Elle couldn’t be more surprised, she frowns despite herself and she is glad that he can’t see that with his back turned.
She has been an inspiration for Sylar?
Let’s see….
Being the inspiration for a demented serial-killer…Really endearing….
Personal Space
For a few seconds,oh Sylar just stands there, unmoving, not even blinking and Elle isn't sure if he actually heard her.
What? You drop something like that and I am not supposed to ask? What do you take me for? Elle thinks but stays silent.
She watches Sylar smile at her and she suppresses a giggle.
She was sure he could read in in her face, should he choose to, but it didn't matter.
“You inspired me to change!” he says with a spark in his eyes. And for the first time, Elle thinks that the spark isn't malicious and she felt like she could tease him.
“Inspired you to change what? Clothes?” she says with a wide grin on her face.
”Oh goodie! I'm gonna die being soo cool!”
If she thought that she was starting to try his patience, looking at his face now, she was certain of it.
“No!” Sylar says and his silent, purring voice sounds almost like a threat as silent and deadly as a cobra hidden in your bed sheets.
“I really changed!” Elle hears his voice and the next words out of his mouth don't do much to help her stop hyperventilating.
“Haven't you noticed that I haven't killed anyone since the day you jolted me? Since the day you stunned me? I haven't hurt anyone!” he approaches her using his hand to turn her face to him so that their eyes meet!
Elle's eyes grow wide. Was he for real?
She ponders on his words for a few seconds. He was right.
No person with power had been hurt the whole time.
He hadn't even hurt her dad, obviously, when he had gone there looking for her.
So what could that mean? Her inspiring him?
Dear God, could he mean that he was in love with her?
Her eyes are as wide as plates by now and her mouth opens forming a gasping “o”, when she sees him come even closer, licking his lips and his eyes focused on her mouth...
Elle realizes it's too late to say anything when he attacks her lips hungrily and she is not so alarmed that he kisses her as she is for the fact that she enjoys it.
A moan escapes her throat involuntarily and he seems pleased.
So pleased that he loosens his telekinetic grip on her and she lands in his arms with a muffled sound.
He catches her with ease, as if she were a much-wanted, ripe apple in the middle of summer and Elle can't help but titter at the thought “If life gives you apples make an apple-pie” crosses her mind.
Sylar's eyes are a soft brown now, not that malicious chocolate-brown or black that they assumed when he made his attacks.
He seems full of lust and even if Elle is excited she can't help but feel a little panic creep up on her.
“Erm...Sylar...Look... When you said I inspired you, what did you mean? I mean I don't... Do you understand?” she mumbles....
Struggling for coherence isn't easy when a sexy, yet psychopathic killer seems overly keen to explore the side of your neck with his tongue, centimetre by centimetre...
His powerful, masculine scent fills her nostrils, making her head spin and as Elle wonders if her Donna Karan, apple perfume has the new female Axe-Effect, she is certain it will take more than throwing away the perfume to get him off her...
She presses her hands against his chest and pulls him away from her, panting.
“What on earth... What are you doing?”
“I swear I changed! I am not the same man anymore!” he blurts out looking at her.
“So what? You are not a killer now, just a rapist?”
He shakes his head in denial, apologetically.
“I'm not a rapist. I thought you wanted this” he snickers.
“That's besides the point! You didn't ask me. What if you asked me and I told you 'No', would you stop?”
His right hand touches her cleavage.
“No, I would probably kill you, but hey at least I'd ask” he jokes.
Elle frowns but the absurdity of the moment overwhelms her.
“That's great! You are really reformed! Good job!” she says patting him on the shoulder.
With one swift move he catches her hand locking her fingers into his.
"Well that's a hell of a lot of change to ask of me in just one month” he grins.
“One month and nine days, but hey I am being ungrateful here”
“Whatever” he says “So, do you want me?” he asks her arching an eyebrow.
Elle's eyes travel from his dark face, the lovely way his hair frames his imposing eyes to his strong shoulders, his tight torso, his long legs...
She decides she could do much worse. A lot worse, actually and as for the psychopath bit...
Who was she to judge?
Maybe they were made for each other.
“Sure!” she replies wrapping her little hands around his neck and shivers when he takes her in his arms carrying her to where her bedroom is.
“Just how much time exactly have you been watching me inside my own house?” she teases him, her tongue playfully moistening her lips.
He chuckles as he puts her down on the bed and positions himself between her legs.
“Enough to know you won't be needing your bunny-shaped special friend you keep in your bottom drawer”
If the light was turned on he would see her blush.
“Hey, that's personal! Don't you dare judge me!” she shrieks.
She is about to start but is interrupted by the pleasant weight of his body over hers.
“I'm not here to judge, just to pleasure. I'm yours tonight!” he replies as he trails kisses between her breasts.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Hours later, when they are both sweaty and her head is comfortably rested against his shoulder, she realizes what she had done.
Maybe it had been stupid of her to give in to the temptation that was Sylar, even though he seemed to think that the temptation was her.
But it had kept her safe and her special friend in the drawer and that was enough to have her smile widely again.
She had to think this over.
She sits up pulling the sheet around her naked body and Sylar seems to question her with one half-closed eye.
“Sylar, honey, that was super but how about that personal space now?” she challenges him, reminding him of the rules.
He comes when she calls him and he allows her to have her personal space.
“Oh right” he says and sitting up he gathers his clothes slowly getting dressed.
She watches him in silence.
He is big, graceful and all hers.
She had never had a toy this big or this dangerous and her heart pounds in her chest, crazy with excitement.
She blows him a kiss when he walks out the door and Elle bites her lower lip in order to prevent the laughter from coming.
Lying back down on the bed she mentally opens the diary she keeps inside her mind with her every day-to-day list.
Elle's To-Do List For The Day
- Get a much needed thrill-ride! - Check !!!!
- Have sex, preferably with someone other than myself or my special friend! - Check!!!!
- Get myself a pet! - Check!!!!
(And it already has a name, Sylar. How cute is that?)
~ Fin ~
P.S.: I know this sucked bigtime, but my muse is MIA and i am hoping I can get a decent alternative ending laterz! :)
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