Second Date Diary
Title: Second Date Diary
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Claire reflects on her second date with Sylar.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Heroes is not owned by me, but by Tim Kring. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: So I went out for Valentine’s… and had a pretty good time with my date (the movie sucked, but the company was nice). Anyway, I decided to Sylaire what was nearly my own journal entry last night lol.
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Dear Diary,
For one thing it’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m sitting on my bed, writing in my journal. Already you can imagine the night I’ve had.
Okay, so I did it. I went on my second date with Sylar tonight.
Honestly, I think I liked him better when he was evil. Seriously! He insists on being a perfect gentleman! Then again that could just be a new form of his evilness since I wouldn’t mind a bit of the evilness showing once in a while.
Alright, for the first date I appreciated it. Holding my doors, paying for dinner, not wanting to take things too far too fast. But this whole no kissing thing HAS TO STOP. I will go insane. Maybe that’s what he wants. Maybe he wants to see how far I’ll go. And let me tell you, throwing him up against a wall and tearing his clothes off is more than a little tempting right now.
Tonight he even gave me permission to change the station on his car radio until I found something I wanted to listen to. I KNOW!!
And I can still smell his cologne on me. I WISH it was for that reason! No, he hugged me when he walked me to my door. At least this time Dad wasn’t in the doorway like last time. Still he held me longer than he did after our first date so I guess that’s a step in the right direction.
Ugh! He says he likes me, that he wants me and for eternity no less and yet here I sit. Is it so wrong that I want to feel his mouth on mine? To feel his tongue practically down my throat? To feel him pressing his body into me the whole time, proving to me what I do to him?
After all this time I just don’t ever want him to stop touching me.
There, I said it. Or wrote it. Whatever.
I’m just gonna stop now and go to bed before I need another cold shower.
Or a shrink.
The End