Redemption is a Process Chapter 21
Title: Redemption is a Process
Verse: Heroes
Characters: Sylar-centric, ensemble cast
Pairings: Sylar/Claire, References to Sylar/Mohinder, Sylar/Elle
Rating: Mature, may contain adult situations, language, violence, sex
Plot: Story picks up midway into the idea that Sylar is trying to live the straight and narrow working for the company.
Sylar has been given his freedom, tentatively, and things are going back to normal. Well, as normal as life can be for a power hungry, brain sucking, company agent who's trying to make a life for himself...
Sylar and Claire head for Vermont for a couple of weeks alone time while Noah decides to drag a resistant Mohinder further into his obssession.
Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.
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Noah and Mohinder
Route 74
Mohinder looked at the GPS and frowned. “We’ve caught up. They must have stopped for awhile.”
“It’s all good. We’ll keep going and get ahead of them. That way Sylar won't notice a tail. We’re almost there anyway.” Noah looked over at Mohinder. “I really appreciate this. You're one of the few people I trust.”
“Really?” Mohinder scoffed, “After all the things I've done, I wouldn’t trust me.”
“Everyone makes bad choices Mohinder. But you're not a bad person. You're one of the good guys.”
“I think there’s a few people that would disagree with you.” Mohinder hung his head. “I don’t even know why I'm here. I know how this will turn out. How it always turns out when Sylar is involved.”
“You're here to help Claire. And I won't forget that,” Noah assured.
“Claire, right.” Mohinder didn’t tell Noah what he really thought. That Claire was already lost to them. That once Sylar had pulled her into his sphere of influence that there was no coming back, not whole anyway. He should know. Sylar took a piece of his soul and now no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t forget. He couldn’t forgive... himself. “So what do we do once we get there?”
“We check into the nearest motel and set up surveillance. Nothing obvious, we don’t want to get spotted by Sylar or by the team that Angela sent. Maybe recon the town and see if there’s anyone we should be watching.”
“How do you mean?”
“If anyone in town has a special ability you can bet that Sylar will zero in on it real quick-like. I want to get there ahead of him. Know who’s at risk.”
“You really think he would risk going after someone when he’s just been released from Level 5?”
“I think he needs to kill like he needs to breathe. Rather or not he can keep it under control, remains to be seen. But I wouldn’t want to bet on his abstinence, would you?”
“And if he makes a move, you’ll try to kill him won't you.” It wasn’t a question.
“I’ll do what’s necessary... and I’ll enjoy it.”
Mohinder tensed, emotions colliding within him. “You’ll die.”
Noah gave Mohinder an odd look, “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“I’m only trying to dissuade you from suicidal action.”
“Don’t worry I’ll take precautions. I've got enough tranqs to bring down an elephant and a very large machete. I’m betting he can't re-grow his head.”
Mohinder looked at him askew, “No, that’s not suicidal thinking at all.”
Noah ignored the comment and continued, “Do you remember ever seeing Sylar use an ability that involved energy spheres?”
“Energy spheres?”
“Yeah, bright, pulsing, red spheres.”
Mohinder shook his head, “No, I think I would remember that. Of course, he doesn’t like to bring out the arsenal unless his back is to the wall.”
“He doesn’t want anyone to know what he can really do.” Noah nodded.
“I always figured it was arrogance.”
“How’s that?”
Mohinder shrugged, “He doesn’t need much more than telekinesis to stop most attacks against him. The average person doesn’t stand a chance.”
There was more to that comment than the obvious Noah realized. “You did your best Mohinder. More than most would have been able to do and it did help. The information you provided was invaluable.”
“My vaccine gave him back his powers. If I had refused to help him...”
“You’d be dead, Molly would be dead, and he would have found another way to get his powers back. You did what you needed to do to survive.”
“So many mistakes.” Mohinder stared out the window. “So many regrets.”
This wasn’t good, Noah realized. The scientist was obviously in a precarious emotional state. It had been a mistake to bring him along. Whatever had happened between the two men was eating Mohinder up inside. Noah studied his companion’s forlorn face. The earlier comments of suicidal behavior were suddenly making him uncomfortable.“Why don’t you try and get some rest. We still have another hour or so.”
“Rest? I haven’t rested in almost three years,” Mohinder offered, then turned to stare out the window as the world flashed by.
-=-=-=-=-=-
Angela and Peter Petrelli
Petrelli Mansion
“Mom!” Peter looked from room to room. “Mom, you in here?”
“Out here on the veranda, Peter. I was having some tea, would you like to join me?”
“No, I've got a couple of appointments this afternoon for interviews. I kinda wanted to touch base with you about Claire though. You have a minute?”
She motioned to the nearest chair. “Oh?” Angela sipped at her tea. “Is there a problem?”
“Depends on how you define it, I guess,” Peter offered.“We had a nice talk at breakfast the other day. Were you aware that she’s developed real feelings for Sylar? What am I saying... of course you know.”
“Does that surprise you? He is her husband.”
“Her husband and her would-be killer.” Peter shook his head. “You’ve been manipulating her. It’s not going to end well,” Peter paced in front of her.
“Come sit down,” she patted the chair next to her. “On the contrary, it’s going to end the way it should end.”
“Mom, listen to me. The future isn’t etched in stone. It’s fluid.”
“I know that Peter, but my dreams don’t lie. I know what I saw. We need him.”
“Then you shouldn’t have to play games,” Peter continued to pace. “If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.”
“I agree. All I've done is prime the situation. Sylar doesn’t know anymore about his future than Claire does. She came to her feelings for him honestly. And as for Sylar, all he wants is someone to accept him, to ground him... to love him.”
“I hope you're right,” Peter finally stopped his endless roaming and sat down.
“You saw him in the future Peter, talked to him. He reformed,” Angela stated.
“Yeah, he did. But he also lost control and wiped out a city.”
“That won't happen, because that future won't happen. It has to be this way, so it doesn’t happen. Don’t you understand? What you saw then was nothing compared to the future I see, the devastation.”
“My future self had the same good intentions, then he tried to kill Nathan. He almost got Claire killed... I almost killed you! Do I need to remind you?”
“Why don’t you go find Hiro. Let him show you. Then you’ll understand why I have to do this.”
“All right, all right. I’ll keep my mouth shut for the time being but don’t expect me to stand by and do nothing if this situation starts to unravel. I won't let Claire get hurt.”
“Sylar won't hurt her. He has the same feelings for her that she has for him. They’re just not quite finished dancing around each other yet.”
“And did Sylar have those feelings for Elle?” Peter reminded her.
“Completely different situation,” Angela dismissed. “Elle was damaged goods. Sylar needs a firm hand that can stand up to the darkness inside him, not cater to it.”
“She didn’t deserve to be murdered.”
“Of course not. But playing by Sylar’s rules is inviting disaster. Claire’s not alone in this. I'm helping to give Sylar the structure he needs to become the good person that he would like to be. That he needs to be... for all our sakes.”
Peter closed his eyes, there were just so many things that could go wrong. But wishing the future would turn out differently wasn’t the answer either. “Is there anything I can do to help?
Angela’s eyebrows slowly rose, “You mean that?”
“I've been there, Mom. I could be out there right now hunting people, killing them. If Sylar needs people to help him stay on the straight and narrow... who better to help?”
Angela seemed to be mulling over the offer. “It won't be easy to get close to him. He’s not too trusting, obviously. But he never blamed you for what happened at Pinehurst. In fact, he took good care of you when he thought you were his little brother. And you're still Claire’s uncle which also buys you some good grace.” She smiled, “It might actually work.”
“This isn’t some big plot. I really want to help. I want to keep Claire safe and if I need to help Sylar to do that, then I will.”
“Oh, I know you mean it, dear.” She reached out and patted him on the cheek. “I’ll set up a family dinner for all of us when they get back from Vermont. You can start reaching out to him there.”
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Sylar and Claire
Route 74
The atmosphere in the SUV had become decidedly cooler since their rather abrupt departure from the diner. Actually, Claire was amazed that Sylar hadn’t made good on his threat. She wondered what it was Angela had said or promised him to make him behave. It was kind of cute. He was trying to offer her what he thought she wanted, a “romantic” get-away in the mountains. It was what she wanted, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy their more “intense” interactions. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t accommodate her husband’s needs.
She wasn’t interested in pain or violence but she had to admit to a certain enjoyment of the dominance games and casual bondage that she had experienced with Sylar. Considering everything that had happened between them in the past, Claire was amazed that she was able to trust him enough to allow it. But he always kept his aggressions tempered. He’d never really scared her or forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Sylar seemed to take much more pleasure in the idea of seducing her than forcing his intentions.
Claire watched her husband from the corner of her eye. His hands were around the wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. What she had done back in the diner had been rather cruel but she had been a bit annoyed about the incident in the parking lot. He had used his ability against that man, then lied, knowing that she would know the truth of it. If he wanted to play games... she could too.
But now she realized how wrong that was, how could she expect Sylar to become a better person if she played the same games? If you cared about someone, you didn’t use sex against them. It wasn’t right.
She scooted over in the seat until she was pressed side to side with Sylar. He instantly tensed. He looked more than a little angry. “I’m sorry,” she sighed. Claire had a sudden thought, she couldn’t help but grin. “I know you want to make good time to the cottage but I think I owe you a more personal apology.” Claire placed her hand on his thigh, her smile grew.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” he fairly hissed.
“Apologizing properly.” She reached over and popped the rivets on his button-fly jeans, one by one. He had turned his head and was staring at her with a combination of annoyance and intrigue. “Eyes on the road, Mister.”
“Claire, so help me god...”
She pressed her hand to his groin and massaged gently. “A little something to hold you over,” she whispered in his ear. “I know this is a bit cliché but if you think you can manage without running us off the road. I’d like to give it a try.”
Sylar opened his mouth once and then closed it.
“Wow, I've rendered you speechless.” She slipped her hand inside his jeans. His skin was on fire... and he was definitely interested. “We’re going to have a helluva time explaining ourselves if we end up in a ditch,” she giggled. “Though, I guess I would have to be flattered wouldn’t I.”
That earned her a small grin.
“So have you ever had a fantasy about getting a blowjob while driving down the highway? Anything you’d like to share?” Claire pulled his cock free then slid her hand up and down along the silken skin in light, playful, strokes. He firmed to her touch.
“I... what was the question?”
Claire maneuvered herself sideways on the seat so she could stretch out a bit. Sylar was trying to watch the road and watch her. She pointed ahead. “Front and center,” she instructed.
It was so obvious that he was torn between allowing her to take control of the situation or pulling over and ravaging her like she knew he wanted to do, that she smiled. It was just like Sylar to be at war with himself, even in this. “Let me do this for you.”
She draped herself against him and he inhaled sharply. Laying her head in his lap, Claire found the angle to be awkward but workable. Holding him firmly in her hand, she laved the head of his cock with her tongue.
Sylar made a small straggled noise in the back of his throat but his eyes remained glued to the road ahead.
“Not enough... friction?” This was kind of fun, she decided, being in control. She had the big, bad killer in the palm of her hand, literally. She could do anything she wanted at this point and he would most likely acquiesce. She grinned and licked him like a lollipop. The sound of cracking glass alerted her that maybe she was taking the teasing a little too far.
Claire began suckling the head of his cock while moving her hand along his shaft. This time the motion was firm and assured. They had been lovers for almost a year now. She knew what he liked. Timid romance wasn’t it.
Swallowing as much of him as she could, she fondled his heated flesh with her fingers. Increasing tempo she hummed along his shaft earning a small gasp in response. She hummed a little deeper and the car jerked slightly. She gave him a small admonishing squeeze. She didn’t really want to end up in a ditch.
His skin was so hot and hard now she wished she’d just let him bend her over. His reaction to her administrations was making her tingle in all the right places. Oh well, they could spend hours exploring each other soon enough, she decided. Where she couldn’t reach with lips and tongue Claire stroked with her fingers until Sylar was almost coming up off the seat against her motions. He was close. She reached her free hand down between her own legs and pressed. Moaning around his cock was Sylar’s undoing, he came with a breathless sigh.
Claire returned to her place beside him with a self satisfied expression on her face.
His breathing slowed and he looked over to where she sat with a cocky grin, “Shouldn’t I be the smug looking one?”
Claire laughed and leaned in for a kiss. “I take it all is forgiven?”
“I wasn’t mad before just... frustrated.” He wrapped his arm around her. “That was pretty unexpected though. What prompted such daring?”
Claire shrugged. “I don’t know. This is just the first time we’ve been able to be so... normal. Just the two of us on the road. Two whole weeks away from everything and everyone. I feel free.”
“Even though you’re spending the whole two weeks with me?”
Claire snuggled into his side. “Actually, I’m looking forward to it. You and I have come a long way this last year. Maybe it’s time we look at this marriage differently.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, at this point I don’t think it matters how it all started. We’re here now and we have a life together. And I think it could be good. We can make something of it... if you want to.”
Sylar’s brow furrowed slightly. “I... I don’t know how to do that.”
“It’s simple, we do it together. Small steps, like this vacation. No expectations just progress towards happiness.”
“You sound like a greeting card.” Sylar did not sound convinced.
“And what would that card say? Happiness is a serial killer on the wagon? You know better than that Sylar. I know this isn’t a fairy tale. I don’t want it to be. I just want the chance at a life... with you.”
Sylar’s eyes widened slightly. “Ok,” was all he could think of to say.
Claire smiled, “You cracked the windshield.”
Verse: Heroes
Characters: Sylar-centric, ensemble cast
Pairings: Sylar/Claire, References to Sylar/Mohinder, Sylar/Elle
Rating: Mature, may contain adult situations, language, violence, sex
Plot: Story picks up midway into the idea that Sylar is trying to live the straight and narrow working for the company.
Sylar has been given his freedom, tentatively, and things are going back to normal. Well, as normal as life can be for a power hungry, brain sucking, company agent who's trying to make a life for himself...
Sylar and Claire head for Vermont for a couple of weeks alone time while Noah decides to drag a resistant Mohinder further into his obssession.
Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.
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Noah and Mohinder
Route 74
Mohinder looked at the GPS and frowned. “We’ve caught up. They must have stopped for awhile.”
“It’s all good. We’ll keep going and get ahead of them. That way Sylar won't notice a tail. We’re almost there anyway.” Noah looked over at Mohinder. “I really appreciate this. You're one of the few people I trust.”
“Really?” Mohinder scoffed, “After all the things I've done, I wouldn’t trust me.”
“Everyone makes bad choices Mohinder. But you're not a bad person. You're one of the good guys.”
“I think there’s a few people that would disagree with you.” Mohinder hung his head. “I don’t even know why I'm here. I know how this will turn out. How it always turns out when Sylar is involved.”
“You're here to help Claire. And I won't forget that,” Noah assured.
“Claire, right.” Mohinder didn’t tell Noah what he really thought. That Claire was already lost to them. That once Sylar had pulled her into his sphere of influence that there was no coming back, not whole anyway. He should know. Sylar took a piece of his soul and now no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t forget. He couldn’t forgive... himself. “So what do we do once we get there?”
“We check into the nearest motel and set up surveillance. Nothing obvious, we don’t want to get spotted by Sylar or by the team that Angela sent. Maybe recon the town and see if there’s anyone we should be watching.”
“How do you mean?”
“If anyone in town has a special ability you can bet that Sylar will zero in on it real quick-like. I want to get there ahead of him. Know who’s at risk.”
“You really think he would risk going after someone when he’s just been released from Level 5?”
“I think he needs to kill like he needs to breathe. Rather or not he can keep it under control, remains to be seen. But I wouldn’t want to bet on his abstinence, would you?”
“And if he makes a move, you’ll try to kill him won't you.” It wasn’t a question.
“I’ll do what’s necessary... and I’ll enjoy it.”
Mohinder tensed, emotions colliding within him. “You’ll die.”
Noah gave Mohinder an odd look, “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“I’m only trying to dissuade you from suicidal action.”
“Don’t worry I’ll take precautions. I've got enough tranqs to bring down an elephant and a very large machete. I’m betting he can't re-grow his head.”
Mohinder looked at him askew, “No, that’s not suicidal thinking at all.”
Noah ignored the comment and continued, “Do you remember ever seeing Sylar use an ability that involved energy spheres?”
“Energy spheres?”
“Yeah, bright, pulsing, red spheres.”
Mohinder shook his head, “No, I think I would remember that. Of course, he doesn’t like to bring out the arsenal unless his back is to the wall.”
“He doesn’t want anyone to know what he can really do.” Noah nodded.
“I always figured it was arrogance.”
“How’s that?”
Mohinder shrugged, “He doesn’t need much more than telekinesis to stop most attacks against him. The average person doesn’t stand a chance.”
There was more to that comment than the obvious Noah realized. “You did your best Mohinder. More than most would have been able to do and it did help. The information you provided was invaluable.”
“My vaccine gave him back his powers. If I had refused to help him...”
“You’d be dead, Molly would be dead, and he would have found another way to get his powers back. You did what you needed to do to survive.”
“So many mistakes.” Mohinder stared out the window. “So many regrets.”
This wasn’t good, Noah realized. The scientist was obviously in a precarious emotional state. It had been a mistake to bring him along. Whatever had happened between the two men was eating Mohinder up inside. Noah studied his companion’s forlorn face. The earlier comments of suicidal behavior were suddenly making him uncomfortable.“Why don’t you try and get some rest. We still have another hour or so.”
“Rest? I haven’t rested in almost three years,” Mohinder offered, then turned to stare out the window as the world flashed by.
-=-=-=-=-=-
Angela and Peter Petrelli
Petrelli Mansion
“Mom!” Peter looked from room to room. “Mom, you in here?”
“Out here on the veranda, Peter. I was having some tea, would you like to join me?”
“No, I've got a couple of appointments this afternoon for interviews. I kinda wanted to touch base with you about Claire though. You have a minute?”
She motioned to the nearest chair. “Oh?” Angela sipped at her tea. “Is there a problem?”
“Depends on how you define it, I guess,” Peter offered.“We had a nice talk at breakfast the other day. Were you aware that she’s developed real feelings for Sylar? What am I saying... of course you know.”
“Does that surprise you? He is her husband.”
“Her husband and her would-be killer.” Peter shook his head. “You’ve been manipulating her. It’s not going to end well,” Peter paced in front of her.
“Come sit down,” she patted the chair next to her. “On the contrary, it’s going to end the way it should end.”
“Mom, listen to me. The future isn’t etched in stone. It’s fluid.”
“I know that Peter, but my dreams don’t lie. I know what I saw. We need him.”
“Then you shouldn’t have to play games,” Peter continued to pace. “If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.”
“I agree. All I've done is prime the situation. Sylar doesn’t know anymore about his future than Claire does. She came to her feelings for him honestly. And as for Sylar, all he wants is someone to accept him, to ground him... to love him.”
“I hope you're right,” Peter finally stopped his endless roaming and sat down.
“You saw him in the future Peter, talked to him. He reformed,” Angela stated.
“Yeah, he did. But he also lost control and wiped out a city.”
“That won't happen, because that future won't happen. It has to be this way, so it doesn’t happen. Don’t you understand? What you saw then was nothing compared to the future I see, the devastation.”
“My future self had the same good intentions, then he tried to kill Nathan. He almost got Claire killed... I almost killed you! Do I need to remind you?”
“Why don’t you go find Hiro. Let him show you. Then you’ll understand why I have to do this.”
“All right, all right. I’ll keep my mouth shut for the time being but don’t expect me to stand by and do nothing if this situation starts to unravel. I won't let Claire get hurt.”
“Sylar won't hurt her. He has the same feelings for her that she has for him. They’re just not quite finished dancing around each other yet.”
“And did Sylar have those feelings for Elle?” Peter reminded her.
“Completely different situation,” Angela dismissed. “Elle was damaged goods. Sylar needs a firm hand that can stand up to the darkness inside him, not cater to it.”
“She didn’t deserve to be murdered.”
“Of course not. But playing by Sylar’s rules is inviting disaster. Claire’s not alone in this. I'm helping to give Sylar the structure he needs to become the good person that he would like to be. That he needs to be... for all our sakes.”
Peter closed his eyes, there were just so many things that could go wrong. But wishing the future would turn out differently wasn’t the answer either. “Is there anything I can do to help?
Angela’s eyebrows slowly rose, “You mean that?”
“I've been there, Mom. I could be out there right now hunting people, killing them. If Sylar needs people to help him stay on the straight and narrow... who better to help?”
Angela seemed to be mulling over the offer. “It won't be easy to get close to him. He’s not too trusting, obviously. But he never blamed you for what happened at Pinehurst. In fact, he took good care of you when he thought you were his little brother. And you're still Claire’s uncle which also buys you some good grace.” She smiled, “It might actually work.”
“This isn’t some big plot. I really want to help. I want to keep Claire safe and if I need to help Sylar to do that, then I will.”
“Oh, I know you mean it, dear.” She reached out and patted him on the cheek. “I’ll set up a family dinner for all of us when they get back from Vermont. You can start reaching out to him there.”
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Sylar and Claire
Route 74
The atmosphere in the SUV had become decidedly cooler since their rather abrupt departure from the diner. Actually, Claire was amazed that Sylar hadn’t made good on his threat. She wondered what it was Angela had said or promised him to make him behave. It was kind of cute. He was trying to offer her what he thought she wanted, a “romantic” get-away in the mountains. It was what she wanted, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy their more “intense” interactions. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t accommodate her husband’s needs.
She wasn’t interested in pain or violence but she had to admit to a certain enjoyment of the dominance games and casual bondage that she had experienced with Sylar. Considering everything that had happened between them in the past, Claire was amazed that she was able to trust him enough to allow it. But he always kept his aggressions tempered. He’d never really scared her or forced her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Sylar seemed to take much more pleasure in the idea of seducing her than forcing his intentions.
Claire watched her husband from the corner of her eye. His hands were around the wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. What she had done back in the diner had been rather cruel but she had been a bit annoyed about the incident in the parking lot. He had used his ability against that man, then lied, knowing that she would know the truth of it. If he wanted to play games... she could too.
But now she realized how wrong that was, how could she expect Sylar to become a better person if she played the same games? If you cared about someone, you didn’t use sex against them. It wasn’t right.
She scooted over in the seat until she was pressed side to side with Sylar. He instantly tensed. He looked more than a little angry. “I’m sorry,” she sighed. Claire had a sudden thought, she couldn’t help but grin. “I know you want to make good time to the cottage but I think I owe you a more personal apology.” Claire placed her hand on his thigh, her smile grew.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” he fairly hissed.
“Apologizing properly.” She reached over and popped the rivets on his button-fly jeans, one by one. He had turned his head and was staring at her with a combination of annoyance and intrigue. “Eyes on the road, Mister.”
“Claire, so help me god...”
She pressed her hand to his groin and massaged gently. “A little something to hold you over,” she whispered in his ear. “I know this is a bit cliché but if you think you can manage without running us off the road. I’d like to give it a try.”
Sylar opened his mouth once and then closed it.
“Wow, I've rendered you speechless.” She slipped her hand inside his jeans. His skin was on fire... and he was definitely interested. “We’re going to have a helluva time explaining ourselves if we end up in a ditch,” she giggled. “Though, I guess I would have to be flattered wouldn’t I.”
That earned her a small grin.
“So have you ever had a fantasy about getting a blowjob while driving down the highway? Anything you’d like to share?” Claire pulled his cock free then slid her hand up and down along the silken skin in light, playful, strokes. He firmed to her touch.
“I... what was the question?”
Claire maneuvered herself sideways on the seat so she could stretch out a bit. Sylar was trying to watch the road and watch her. She pointed ahead. “Front and center,” she instructed.
It was so obvious that he was torn between allowing her to take control of the situation or pulling over and ravaging her like she knew he wanted to do, that she smiled. It was just like Sylar to be at war with himself, even in this. “Let me do this for you.”
She draped herself against him and he inhaled sharply. Laying her head in his lap, Claire found the angle to be awkward but workable. Holding him firmly in her hand, she laved the head of his cock with her tongue.
Sylar made a small straggled noise in the back of his throat but his eyes remained glued to the road ahead.
“Not enough... friction?” This was kind of fun, she decided, being in control. She had the big, bad killer in the palm of her hand, literally. She could do anything she wanted at this point and he would most likely acquiesce. She grinned and licked him like a lollipop. The sound of cracking glass alerted her that maybe she was taking the teasing a little too far.
Claire began suckling the head of his cock while moving her hand along his shaft. This time the motion was firm and assured. They had been lovers for almost a year now. She knew what he liked. Timid romance wasn’t it.
Swallowing as much of him as she could, she fondled his heated flesh with her fingers. Increasing tempo she hummed along his shaft earning a small gasp in response. She hummed a little deeper and the car jerked slightly. She gave him a small admonishing squeeze. She didn’t really want to end up in a ditch.
His skin was so hot and hard now she wished she’d just let him bend her over. His reaction to her administrations was making her tingle in all the right places. Oh well, they could spend hours exploring each other soon enough, she decided. Where she couldn’t reach with lips and tongue Claire stroked with her fingers until Sylar was almost coming up off the seat against her motions. He was close. She reached her free hand down between her own legs and pressed. Moaning around his cock was Sylar’s undoing, he came with a breathless sigh.
Claire returned to her place beside him with a self satisfied expression on her face.
His breathing slowed and he looked over to where she sat with a cocky grin, “Shouldn’t I be the smug looking one?”
Claire laughed and leaned in for a kiss. “I take it all is forgiven?”
“I wasn’t mad before just... frustrated.” He wrapped his arm around her. “That was pretty unexpected though. What prompted such daring?”
Claire shrugged. “I don’t know. This is just the first time we’ve been able to be so... normal. Just the two of us on the road. Two whole weeks away from everything and everyone. I feel free.”
“Even though you’re spending the whole two weeks with me?”
Claire snuggled into his side. “Actually, I’m looking forward to it. You and I have come a long way this last year. Maybe it’s time we look at this marriage differently.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, at this point I don’t think it matters how it all started. We’re here now and we have a life together. And I think it could be good. We can make something of it... if you want to.”
Sylar’s brow furrowed slightly. “I... I don’t know how to do that.”
“It’s simple, we do it together. Small steps, like this vacation. No expectations just progress towards happiness.”
“You sound like a greeting card.” Sylar did not sound convinced.
“And what would that card say? Happiness is a serial killer on the wagon? You know better than that Sylar. I know this isn’t a fairy tale. I don’t want it to be. I just want the chance at a life... with you.”
Sylar’s eyes widened slightly. “Ok,” was all he could think of to say.
Claire smiled, “You cracked the windshield.”