Sylar let him lead, either not noticing or not caring for the moment that they were in motion. Just so long as he had something (someone) warm to stay close to. Just so long as he could continue to kiss him, drawing life from him to fill the hole in his heart with each passing second.
Eventually, however, as they swayed away from the ledge, nearly dancing, he either came to his senses or curoisity got the better of him, and as such, he pulled away. He didn't stray too far, though, fingers not on his hip still curled in his shirt, lips still ghosting his, as if he was trying to catch his breath and make his own, and the vague distance would help.
"Where are we going," he mumbled against his mouth.
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Date: 2008-09-14 10:46 pm (UTC)Eventually, however, as they swayed away from the ledge, nearly dancing, he either came to his senses or curoisity got the better of him, and as such, he pulled away. He didn't stray too far, though, fingers not on his hip still curled in his shirt, lips still ghosting his, as if he was trying to catch his breath and make his own, and the vague distance would help.
"Where are we going," he mumbled against his mouth.