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heroslayer"When was the last time you touched me?"
The question comes out of the blue, one night when they're lying in bed, and he can't help but look confused for an instant, his head turning to stare at her in the dark. Funny how he'd though she'd been asleep when he'd climbed into bed--it's after midnight; anyone else would have been asleep--and even funnier that he didn't notice. But then her breathing was steady enough to pass for sleep a minute ago, and it never hitches now, her query as calm as it is random, her eyes still closed even, like she can't bring herself to look at him.
"What?" he manages finally, sheets shifting as he does, as he rolls over to face her.
"When was the last time you touched me?"
"Heidi, I'm--" She cuts him off, and he doesn't bother trying to talk over her.
"A very busy man," she supplies, knowing that's his usual excuse. "President. People depend on you to keep this country safe." She squeezes her eyes closed tightly, and he's sure for an instant that he can hear the flicker of guilt she's wrestling with. She knows how dangerous it is out here, having seen it in the people she thought she was able to trust, to care about--Peter for one--but she can't let this die. She can't, and whatever her reasons, they conquer the guilt, leaving her staring into the dark at his silhouette. "But your also my husband, Nathan. Here, in this room, you're my husband."
"You think I don't know that?" He tries to keep the malice out of his tone; he's not sure how well he manages. "Christ, Heidi, you sound like I'm having some kind of affair."
"Maybe you are," she hisses. "There hasn't been a night in three months where you haven't come back to our room before midnight, and then you just fall into bed like I don't even exist!"
Any argument he might be brewing, justified or otherwise, fails on his lips at the sound of someone shuffling around in the other room. There's a brief flash of panic, not for the boys they might have woken, but for himself, for potentially having to explain to them what he and Heidi are fighting about and possibly having his whole ruse come crashing down in the span of minutes, and he presses a finger to his lips. He raises a hand a second later, when she opens her mouth to hold up her end of the fight, anyway.
That stops her, at least for a few seconds, and they sit there staring at each other for what feels like forever before they both seem to decide the boys are still asleep. He lowers his hand, and she slips out of the bed, crossing the room in silence to where she's left the silk robe that goes with her nightgown draped over one of the chairs. Angrily, she shrugs into it, then she's headed for for terrace, and frustrated, he scrubs a hand over his face before getting up to follow her.
"Heidi," he starts, once the doors are closed behind them.
She doesn't answer, drifting over the the railing to lean against it, looking out to the lights of DC in the distance, and for a split second, he entertains notions of pushing her over the cast iron, just to see if the fall will kill her. He can spin it to look like a tragic accident, he figures. First Lady Commits Suicide. He thinks better of it, though, knowing that somehow, fingers will be pointed at him, and he can't have that; he needs this to keep working. So instead, he takes a moment to fire off a handful of black looks at her back, and then he's moving to her side, fingers reaching to capture hers.
"Heid, come on."
She doesn't pull her hand back, but she doesn't turn to face him, either. No, she just bristles a bit, her fury ice, before pointedly, "What, Nathan?"
He pulls her back away from the railing and into his arms slowly, and lowers his head to her shoulder, his mouth near her ear so that he can whisper to her, like a man trying to soothe a wounded pet. "I'm sorry, ok?" He sighs, more for effect than anything else. "I know I haven't been around a lot, lately. I know it seems like all I do is come back up here and fall into bed. But you have to understand this is for more than just the American public. I have a duty to them, yeah, sure, but it's not them I'm trying to keep safe so much as it is you. The boys. I love you, and if anything happened to you ... " He'd be a far happier man. " ... I don't know what I'd do."
Reaching up, he slips a hand into her hair, fingers spidering in and out of it lightly, just like the real Nathan Petrelli would have done. Just like he watched Nathan do for her every time he was together with his wife, in the months before he killed him. "Suresh is close to a breakthrough. Parkman brings me more and more files every day on the people he and his guys have managed to track down. Dangerous people. People who would hurt you, if I gave them half a chance. And I just--you have to understand, Heidi. Please."
Stillness and silence follow, her shoulder still tight against his chest, and then with a sigh, the tension lifts and she's leaning back into him, slowly. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, "I just thought ... "
He shushes her gently, pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear, and pulls her a little closer, his hand dropping from her hair to encircle her waist properly. He holds her for as long as he can stand to be in her personal space, and then he's pulling away a bit, to guide them back towards the doors. "Come on. It's freezing out here."
A soft noise falls from her lips, accepting, as she lets him dance them back inside and out of the cold. He pushes her down into the mattress carefully, when they reach it, before climbing on top of her, one hand falling to the bed to support himself, a knee coming to rest between her thighs. He leans down to kiss her, fingers slipping up under the thin fabric of her robe, before stripping her and letting her strip him in earnest. He beds her, taking great care to restrain the need to exercise his hate on her body, and when they finish, sheened in sweat and sated, he lets her fall asleep in his arms, content in the fact that they won't be arguing again anytime soon.
It may have cost him another fraction of his dignity, to sleep with her, but Sylar knows he has Heidi Petrelli under his thumb.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1159
The question comes out of the blue, one night when they're lying in bed, and he can't help but look confused for an instant, his head turning to stare at her in the dark. Funny how he'd though she'd been asleep when he'd climbed into bed--it's after midnight; anyone else would have been asleep--and even funnier that he didn't notice. But then her breathing was steady enough to pass for sleep a minute ago, and it never hitches now, her query as calm as it is random, her eyes still closed even, like she can't bring herself to look at him.
"What?" he manages finally, sheets shifting as he does, as he rolls over to face her.
"When was the last time you touched me?"
"Heidi, I'm--" She cuts him off, and he doesn't bother trying to talk over her.
"A very busy man," she supplies, knowing that's his usual excuse. "President. People depend on you to keep this country safe." She squeezes her eyes closed tightly, and he's sure for an instant that he can hear the flicker of guilt she's wrestling with. She knows how dangerous it is out here, having seen it in the people she thought she was able to trust, to care about--Peter for one--but she can't let this die. She can't, and whatever her reasons, they conquer the guilt, leaving her staring into the dark at his silhouette. "But your also my husband, Nathan. Here, in this room, you're my husband."
"You think I don't know that?" He tries to keep the malice out of his tone; he's not sure how well he manages. "Christ, Heidi, you sound like I'm having some kind of affair."
"Maybe you are," she hisses. "There hasn't been a night in three months where you haven't come back to our room before midnight, and then you just fall into bed like I don't even exist!"
Any argument he might be brewing, justified or otherwise, fails on his lips at the sound of someone shuffling around in the other room. There's a brief flash of panic, not for the boys they might have woken, but for himself, for potentially having to explain to them what he and Heidi are fighting about and possibly having his whole ruse come crashing down in the span of minutes, and he presses a finger to his lips. He raises a hand a second later, when she opens her mouth to hold up her end of the fight, anyway.
That stops her, at least for a few seconds, and they sit there staring at each other for what feels like forever before they both seem to decide the boys are still asleep. He lowers his hand, and she slips out of the bed, crossing the room in silence to where she's left the silk robe that goes with her nightgown draped over one of the chairs. Angrily, she shrugs into it, then she's headed for for terrace, and frustrated, he scrubs a hand over his face before getting up to follow her.
"Heidi," he starts, once the doors are closed behind them.
She doesn't answer, drifting over the the railing to lean against it, looking out to the lights of DC in the distance, and for a split second, he entertains notions of pushing her over the cast iron, just to see if the fall will kill her. He can spin it to look like a tragic accident, he figures. First Lady Commits Suicide. He thinks better of it, though, knowing that somehow, fingers will be pointed at him, and he can't have that; he needs this to keep working. So instead, he takes a moment to fire off a handful of black looks at her back, and then he's moving to her side, fingers reaching to capture hers.
"Heid, come on."
She doesn't pull her hand back, but she doesn't turn to face him, either. No, she just bristles a bit, her fury ice, before pointedly, "What, Nathan?"
He pulls her back away from the railing and into his arms slowly, and lowers his head to her shoulder, his mouth near her ear so that he can whisper to her, like a man trying to soothe a wounded pet. "I'm sorry, ok?" He sighs, more for effect than anything else. "I know I haven't been around a lot, lately. I know it seems like all I do is come back up here and fall into bed. But you have to understand this is for more than just the American public. I have a duty to them, yeah, sure, but it's not them I'm trying to keep safe so much as it is you. The boys. I love you, and if anything happened to you ... " He'd be a far happier man. " ... I don't know what I'd do."
Reaching up, he slips a hand into her hair, fingers spidering in and out of it lightly, just like the real Nathan Petrelli would have done. Just like he watched Nathan do for her every time he was together with his wife, in the months before he killed him. "Suresh is close to a breakthrough. Parkman brings me more and more files every day on the people he and his guys have managed to track down. Dangerous people. People who would hurt you, if I gave them half a chance. And I just--you have to understand, Heidi. Please."
Stillness and silence follow, her shoulder still tight against his chest, and then with a sigh, the tension lifts and she's leaning back into him, slowly. "I'm sorry," she murmurs, "I just thought ... "
He shushes her gently, pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear, and pulls her a little closer, his hand dropping from her hair to encircle her waist properly. He holds her for as long as he can stand to be in her personal space, and then he's pulling away a bit, to guide them back towards the doors. "Come on. It's freezing out here."
A soft noise falls from her lips, accepting, as she lets him dance them back inside and out of the cold. He pushes her down into the mattress carefully, when they reach it, before climbing on top of her, one hand falling to the bed to support himself, a knee coming to rest between her thighs. He leans down to kiss her, fingers slipping up under the thin fabric of her robe, before stripping her and letting her strip him in earnest. He beds her, taking great care to restrain the need to exercise his hate on her body, and when they finish, sheened in sweat and sated, he lets her fall asleep in his arms, content in the fact that they won't be arguing again anytime soon.
It may have cost him another fraction of his dignity, to sleep with her, but Sylar knows he has Heidi Petrelli under his thumb.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1159
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Date: 2009-04-15 01:15 pm (UTC)Ilu though?
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Date: 2009-04-15 05:14 pm (UTC)But ILU, too.
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Date: 2009-04-15 03:12 pm (UTC)Mohinder will not sulk. Really. He won't. He's all, "No. That's what he should be doing. I am not some clingy...I am going to go back to my lab now. In a huff."
I point and laugh a lot at him and applaud you. ;-)
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Date: 2009-04-15 08:39 pm (UTC)Awesome, though. Totally awesome.
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Date: 2009-04-15 10:35 pm (UTC)I hope my Nathan voice is alright-ish?
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Date: 2009-04-15 10:45 pm (UTC)*laughs* Pretty good. Sometimes a bit iffy, but since it's Sylar pretending to be him, I'd be surprised if he was perfect. *grins*
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Date: 2009-04-15 10:47 pm (UTC)*nods* Yeah. It's hard, because I'm trying to sound like Nathan? But I'm also trying to sound like Sylar-being-Nathan, so. I can live with pretty good. :D
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Date: 2009-04-15 10:50 pm (UTC)*hugs*
Oh, Nate's about done talking to Claire in the Corvallis thing. Want him to come say Hi to Angela?
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Date: 2009-04-15 11:02 pm (UTC)*hugs back*
Sure. Sorry I'm so far behind on tags, BTW. I haven't been sleeping lately, so I've been kind of brain dead.
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Date: 2009-04-15 11:04 pm (UTC)No worries. I know what it's like. *big hugs* I'll set up a new thread for them, and you can answer when you feel up to it.
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Date: 2009-04-15 11:05 pm (UTC)*snuggles* Mmkay.
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Date: 2009-04-15 11:08 pm (UTC)*loves*
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Date: 2009-04-15 11:10 pm (UTC)*loves!*
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Date: 2009-04-15 11:32 pm (UTC)Thread for Angie is up.
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