for all_unwritten: do not disturb
Jul. 16th, 2008 02:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heroslayerMaya's a sloppy kisser, and it bothers him.
He knows he really has no room to talk, his kisses far from practiced, but she's a mess. All tongue and teeth and quiet insistence with her mouth, like this is the first time she's kissed anyone in God knows how long. Which, now that he thinks about it - and he's still thinking, mind working in perfect order despite the fact that he's still missing his abilities and she's crushing her mouth against his - might be a fact. She's wanted for murder, after all. Not a lot of time for romance, under those circumstance. He'd know. But he's also not kissing like a beaver going at a pile of wood, and it gets to a point where he can't contain his disgust.
He makes a face, breaking the kiss, and Maya looks up at him with startled brown eyes, searching his face for a sign of what she's done wrong. And since he can't afford to lose her and her delicious abilities when he gets his back, he feeds her a half-truth. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, looking away from her, quickly. "I ... "
"Gabriel?" Has he mentioned how much he hates the fact that her accent all but destroys his name?
"It's ... " Another sour face, this one feigned. "You're the first person I've kissed in a long time." Not a lie, but not the truth either, considering he can't remember ever kissing anyone. And while it doesn't bother him, not in the least, he can't let her know that - he needs to keep her interest.
"Me, too," she admits. She looks distant for a moment, and in that moment, he panics internally. That may have been the wrong thing to say, and if it was, he gets the feeling she'll try and find her brother before he gets too far away. While her brother will never be all that far away, however, dead on the other side of the door he's leaning on, she doesn't know that. And she can't go looking for him, or she might just find him, and that will spoil all his fun.
"Maya?" She makes a small, questioning nose, her eyes crawling up his chest from where she'd fixed them a second earlier. It makes him sick to his stomach, but somehow, he manages a smile he imagines passes as coy. "Do something for me?"
"What is it?"
"Close your eyes." She does as she's told, sweet and obedient Maya, and he pulls her close with the arms he's somehow managed to keep around her waist. "Keep them closed. Trust me."
"I trust you, Gabriel," she echoes, and the corners of his mouth tug upwards of their own accord. Oh, but if she only knew. He shelves the thought quickly, however, and reaches back with one hand to open the door to his room. If she doesn't keep her eyes shut, he knows it's the end of the road, but she trusts him. And he trusts the fact that she'd do anything he said, short of jumping off a bridge, right now.
He guides her, quietly, around Alejandro's still-cooling body, stopping them just short of the bed. He lets her go when the reach it, grabs the comforter off the bed - just the right amount of noise to keep her curious but complacent - and tosses it over her brother's corpse. It's not the best work he's ever done of hiding his messes, but he's done much worse with more intelligent people. Besides, he likes the fact that he can just barely make out the fact that there's a person, albeit a dead one, under the mess of blankets. It makes what he's about to do all the much more tolerable.
Taking her by the shoulders, he pushes her down on the bed, gently, before settling down next to her. "You can open your eyes now," he tells her, and she follows the sound of his voice with her head before she does. He's the first thing she sees, and he can't help but smile at the prospect. Nor can he help himself from thinking she might deserve the kiss he's leaning in to give her, if only for giving him a fraction of himself back. That feeling of being God.
He keeps the kiss quick, though. Or at least he intends to, but as he breaks away, she reels him in again before he's even managed to draw a breath. And his illusion of being all-powerful once more suddenly shattered, he pushes her away, gasping.
"Lo siento," she nearly shrieks, and then more quietly, she repeats herself, "I'm sorry."
"No." He shakes his head quickly and offers her a sigh of a laugh that he can't make a full one for how forced it is. "No, it's alright, I just ... " He shifts away from her, and stands, making a beeline for the nightstand on the side of the bed Alejandro's not on. "There's just one more thing I need to do."
What he needs is a moment to gather himself, to remind himself that he's doing this to keep her close to him until he can kill her. He plays it off as a need to fish the Do Not Disturb sign out of the drawer, and he waggles it at her once he has it, so she doesn't think he's running off. So she knows where he intends this to go. She smiles shyly and nods, folding her arms in his lap, and he returns it before making for the door.
And he's just about made it around the comforter-hidden corpse when she grabs him by the wrist.
He wasn't expecting that - he hates the fact that he can't hear people moving, their hearts beating, anymore - and the sign slips from his fingers, shocked. It flutters in unseen air currents, landing silently on top of Alejandro, and he has a moment of internal amusement before she's pulling him back to the bed. Pulling him close. Kissing him again.
This time, however, he thinks he can deal with it. And all because a little piece of card stock has warned him against disturbing the dead.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: Canon
Word Count: 1031
He knows he really has no room to talk, his kisses far from practiced, but she's a mess. All tongue and teeth and quiet insistence with her mouth, like this is the first time she's kissed anyone in God knows how long. Which, now that he thinks about it - and he's still thinking, mind working in perfect order despite the fact that he's still missing his abilities and she's crushing her mouth against his - might be a fact. She's wanted for murder, after all. Not a lot of time for romance, under those circumstance. He'd know. But he's also not kissing like a beaver going at a pile of wood, and it gets to a point where he can't contain his disgust.
He makes a face, breaking the kiss, and Maya looks up at him with startled brown eyes, searching his face for a sign of what she's done wrong. And since he can't afford to lose her and her delicious abilities when he gets his back, he feeds her a half-truth. "I'm sorry," he mumbles, looking away from her, quickly. "I ... "
"Gabriel?" Has he mentioned how much he hates the fact that her accent all but destroys his name?
"It's ... " Another sour face, this one feigned. "You're the first person I've kissed in a long time." Not a lie, but not the truth either, considering he can't remember ever kissing anyone. And while it doesn't bother him, not in the least, he can't let her know that - he needs to keep her interest.
"Me, too," she admits. She looks distant for a moment, and in that moment, he panics internally. That may have been the wrong thing to say, and if it was, he gets the feeling she'll try and find her brother before he gets too far away. While her brother will never be all that far away, however, dead on the other side of the door he's leaning on, she doesn't know that. And she can't go looking for him, or she might just find him, and that will spoil all his fun.
"Maya?" She makes a small, questioning nose, her eyes crawling up his chest from where she'd fixed them a second earlier. It makes him sick to his stomach, but somehow, he manages a smile he imagines passes as coy. "Do something for me?"
"What is it?"
"Close your eyes." She does as she's told, sweet and obedient Maya, and he pulls her close with the arms he's somehow managed to keep around her waist. "Keep them closed. Trust me."
"I trust you, Gabriel," she echoes, and the corners of his mouth tug upwards of their own accord. Oh, but if she only knew. He shelves the thought quickly, however, and reaches back with one hand to open the door to his room. If she doesn't keep her eyes shut, he knows it's the end of the road, but she trusts him. And he trusts the fact that she'd do anything he said, short of jumping off a bridge, right now.
He guides her, quietly, around Alejandro's still-cooling body, stopping them just short of the bed. He lets her go when the reach it, grabs the comforter off the bed - just the right amount of noise to keep her curious but complacent - and tosses it over her brother's corpse. It's not the best work he's ever done of hiding his messes, but he's done much worse with more intelligent people. Besides, he likes the fact that he can just barely make out the fact that there's a person, albeit a dead one, under the mess of blankets. It makes what he's about to do all the much more tolerable.
Taking her by the shoulders, he pushes her down on the bed, gently, before settling down next to her. "You can open your eyes now," he tells her, and she follows the sound of his voice with her head before she does. He's the first thing she sees, and he can't help but smile at the prospect. Nor can he help himself from thinking she might deserve the kiss he's leaning in to give her, if only for giving him a fraction of himself back. That feeling of being God.
He keeps the kiss quick, though. Or at least he intends to, but as he breaks away, she reels him in again before he's even managed to draw a breath. And his illusion of being all-powerful once more suddenly shattered, he pushes her away, gasping.
"Lo siento," she nearly shrieks, and then more quietly, she repeats herself, "I'm sorry."
"No." He shakes his head quickly and offers her a sigh of a laugh that he can't make a full one for how forced it is. "No, it's alright, I just ... " He shifts away from her, and stands, making a beeline for the nightstand on the side of the bed Alejandro's not on. "There's just one more thing I need to do."
What he needs is a moment to gather himself, to remind himself that he's doing this to keep her close to him until he can kill her. He plays it off as a need to fish the Do Not Disturb sign out of the drawer, and he waggles it at her once he has it, so she doesn't think he's running off. So she knows where he intends this to go. She smiles shyly and nods, folding her arms in his lap, and he returns it before making for the door.
And he's just about made it around the comforter-hidden corpse when she grabs him by the wrist.
He wasn't expecting that - he hates the fact that he can't hear people moving, their hearts beating, anymore - and the sign slips from his fingers, shocked. It flutters in unseen air currents, landing silently on top of Alejandro, and he has a moment of internal amusement before she's pulling him back to the bed. Pulling him close. Kissing him again.
This time, however, he thinks he can deal with it. And all because a little piece of card stock has warned him against disturbing the dead.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: Canon
Word Count: 1031
