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May. 30th, 2009 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heroslayerSylar can't help the feeling of deja vu that sweeps over him as he moves out to the lake. It was night last time, true, but he and Claire have done this dance before, her wading in near the exact same spot she had been last time, him hovering at the water's edge. He's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing--it could be a do-over for the other night, it could be a repeat of past performances--but it doesn't stop him from going through the same motions as last time.
He toes off his boots, moving them away from the water with an idle gesture, his other hand going to the buttons of his shirt. Deftly, he undoes them, shrugging out of his shirt to drape it over a low hanging tree branch a few feet away. His pants follow suit, and he's left standing in his boxers at the water's edge, staring out at it dubiously, knowing just how cold it will be. Like last time, though, he doesn't let it stop him, and with a deep breath, he slips into the water, fighting the urge to shiver. At least the sun has lent some warmth to the lake, this time.
In surprising silence, he moves over to where she's treading water and wraps his arms around her from behind. She starts a bit, tensing, and then she's relaxing back into him slowly, her shoulders pressing into his chest. They float there in silence for what seems like forever, both fixated on the shimmer of the water as it catches the sun and dances around them, and then she's tilting her head back so she can stare up at his chin. He lowers his head, looking down at her, trying to keep his expression unreadable.
"You're not gonna get all weird this time, are you?" she asks, after another moment of silence.
He shakes his head. He's not sure what his problem was, last time--that should have been his moment of triumph, given that she picked him over Peter--but he doesn't want to go there again. He doesn't want another half-fight or whatever the hell he should be calling the other night; he doesn't want to spend the night awake and alone without her, brooding. Funny how dependent he's gotten, how the admission of three little words have all but shaken up everything he is, but he doesn't comment on it. He doesn't comment on much, actually, content to watch her mutely, instead.
Claire quirks a little smile, like she was expecting that, and then she's nodding, more for her own benefit than his own. She turns in his arms, looking up at him, and then, "Good."
A soft noise by way of agreement, and he's reaching up to press his fingers to her mouth lightly, tracing the curve of her lips. She shivers a bit, and he can't help but crack a small, pleased smile before dropping his hand away, leaning down to kiss her in the wake of touch. She returns it, almost tenderly--funny how they can have that, too, given who they are and in spite of what she told Peter--and then he's pushing her back towards the rock at water's edge.
Her clothes are still there, and they're either going to get damp or dirty, depending on whether or not they stay on the rock with them, but he doesn't care. Neither does she, judging by the way her fingers curl against his shoulder, dragging him up onto it along with her as they reach it. She pulls away, once they're situated, looking up at him coyly, and he grins a bit, threading his fingers through her wet hair, slipping through it to rest on her chest, over her heart and dangerously close to sensitive skin.
Arching up into his hand, she moans as he lets his touch wonder down over her breast, and he lowers his head to catch the sound, mouth pressed to hers again. And as they stretch out on the rock, his fingers skating over water-slicked skin to press against her hip, he can't help but think this is a do-over. They didn't get as far as this the other night, after all, and even if they had, he wouldn't have been as gentle as he is now.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 720
Note: Claire is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
girl_ofsecrets and is used with permission. Yes, I copped out on the smut, but you can deal with it. :P
He toes off his boots, moving them away from the water with an idle gesture, his other hand going to the buttons of his shirt. Deftly, he undoes them, shrugging out of his shirt to drape it over a low hanging tree branch a few feet away. His pants follow suit, and he's left standing in his boxers at the water's edge, staring out at it dubiously, knowing just how cold it will be. Like last time, though, he doesn't let it stop him, and with a deep breath, he slips into the water, fighting the urge to shiver. At least the sun has lent some warmth to the lake, this time.
In surprising silence, he moves over to where she's treading water and wraps his arms around her from behind. She starts a bit, tensing, and then she's relaxing back into him slowly, her shoulders pressing into his chest. They float there in silence for what seems like forever, both fixated on the shimmer of the water as it catches the sun and dances around them, and then she's tilting her head back so she can stare up at his chin. He lowers his head, looking down at her, trying to keep his expression unreadable.
"You're not gonna get all weird this time, are you?" she asks, after another moment of silence.
He shakes his head. He's not sure what his problem was, last time--that should have been his moment of triumph, given that she picked him over Peter--but he doesn't want to go there again. He doesn't want another half-fight or whatever the hell he should be calling the other night; he doesn't want to spend the night awake and alone without her, brooding. Funny how dependent he's gotten, how the admission of three little words have all but shaken up everything he is, but he doesn't comment on it. He doesn't comment on much, actually, content to watch her mutely, instead.
Claire quirks a little smile, like she was expecting that, and then she's nodding, more for her own benefit than his own. She turns in his arms, looking up at him, and then, "Good."
A soft noise by way of agreement, and he's reaching up to press his fingers to her mouth lightly, tracing the curve of her lips. She shivers a bit, and he can't help but crack a small, pleased smile before dropping his hand away, leaning down to kiss her in the wake of touch. She returns it, almost tenderly--funny how they can have that, too, given who they are and in spite of what she told Peter--and then he's pushing her back towards the rock at water's edge.
Her clothes are still there, and they're either going to get damp or dirty, depending on whether or not they stay on the rock with them, but he doesn't care. Neither does she, judging by the way her fingers curl against his shoulder, dragging him up onto it along with her as they reach it. She pulls away, once they're situated, looking up at him coyly, and he grins a bit, threading his fingers through her wet hair, slipping through it to rest on her chest, over her heart and dangerously close to sensitive skin.
Arching up into his hand, she moans as he lets his touch wonder down over her breast, and he lowers his head to catch the sound, mouth pressed to hers again. And as they stretch out on the rock, his fingers skating over water-slicked skin to press against her hip, he can't help but think this is a do-over. They didn't get as far as this the other night, after all, and even if they had, he wouldn't have been as gentle as he is now.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 720
Note: Claire is
girl_ofsecrets and is used with permission. Yes, I copped out on the smut, but you can deal with it. :P
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