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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacters: Sylar/Claire
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R for semi-adult situation
Word Count: 737
Prompt: 23/100 #45 Moon![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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No wonder you're upset. She's lovely. And a darling figure... supple, pouting breasts... firm thighs. It's a shame you two don't get along....Lady![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes - Based on recent RP. The Claire in this fic is from an AU future. She goes by Bennet not Claire. Her LJ isfuturepurfect.
Hunt It Down and Kill It
Soft moonlight shined through the curtains, making her skin glow like alabaster. Her thick dark hair had fallen over her face, covering all but her rose tinged lips. I stepped over our fallen and torn clothing. My shirt is in ribbons, the buttons glitter like moonstones on the carpet. Her dress, the shimmering concoction of sequins and barely there straps lays on the floor like a snake. It had cost a lot of money, and she’d never be wearing it again. There isn’t enough left of it to make a key ring. I can still smell the blood mingled with the scent of her perfume and our passion. I climbed onto the bed, crawling toward her, careful not to wake her up.
“I’m not asleep,” she murmured and opened one green eye. “You don’t have to be sneaky.”
“I’m always sneaky.” I use my telekinesis to slide the satin sheet off of her rump, duck my face down and kiss the base of her spine. “And you’re so pretty when you sleep.”
“Flatterer.” She tangled her fingers into my hair and drew me up her body. I pause along the way, wincing as she twists my hair while I stop drawing one of her nipples into my mouth. Bennet moans, but I can tell her heart’s not into any of it. Anymore than mine is.
“I’m trying not to be angry, babe.” I nuzzle her neck, and breathe in her scent mingled with mine. “Angry is easier it fills the holes in my heart.”
“I miss him too.” She rubs my back, stroking my hair. “I shouldn’t have put the idea in your head to begin with. I should have let you say ‘no’.”
We’re trying to fight the lingering melancholy that has crept into our lives with the loss of Peter. I miss him so much, but we had to let him go. He found his true love, and neither one of us were what he needed. We had so many talks with him, sharing secret rendezvous, learning how to love him, only to have him leave us.
“No,” I whisper, kissing her jaw. “It was what I wanted too. I kept hoping he’d love us the same way we loved him, but he didn’t. We promised that we’d let him go when he found the one.”
“I wish the one had been one of us.”
“Or both of us.” I pull her into my arms, tangling our legs in the sheets and kiss her deeply. I slip my tongue into her mouth, tracing along behind her teeth to tickle her. “I loved you both. You loved us both. I hate this. I don’t like being sad.”
“I know, baby.” Bennet cupped my face and kissed my eyelids, when she kisses me on the mouth I can taste the salt of my tears. “But there isn’t anything we can to. He wants us to be happy, and it’s not as if he’s dead.”
“I want to hurt him, Bennet. I want to kill someone.” I grit my teeth, biting the side of my mouth to let the pain and blood break me from the murderous thoughts in my head. It isn’t the first time I’ve pondered ways to bring Peter home to us. “I could kill him.”
“No you can’t, because Peter would know.” Her fingers are cool over my forehead as she brushes my hair out of my eyes. “We can’t have him now. It’s that old saying ‘if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was yours. If it doesn’t, it was never yours to begin with.”
“I like to end that with if it doesn’t come back, hunt it down and kill it,” I said with a small laugh. “When does it stop hurting?”
“Why do you think I have all the answers, Sylar?” She smiles and presses her face against my chest while I hug her tight.
“Because you’re better at feelings than I am, puzzles I get, machines I get. Emotions I don’t. Other than anger I’m empty.”
“That was the old you. Not the man…” She stops in mid sentence. I know what she almost said.
“Not the man you and Peter loved.” Blinking I try to clear my eyes, but it doesn’t matter. I can feel Bennet’s warm tears on my chest. “I love you, baby. Always will. But I still want to kill him.”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R for semi-adult situation
Word Count: 737
Prompt: 23/100 #45 Moon
100heroesfics No wonder you're upset. She's lovely. And a darling figure... supple, pouting breasts... firm thighs. It's a shame you two don't get along....Lady
scifi_muses Notes - Based on recent RP. The Claire in this fic is from an AU future. She goes by Bennet not Claire. Her LJ is
futurepurfect.Hunt It Down and Kill It
Soft moonlight shined through the curtains, making her skin glow like alabaster. Her thick dark hair had fallen over her face, covering all but her rose tinged lips. I stepped over our fallen and torn clothing. My shirt is in ribbons, the buttons glitter like moonstones on the carpet. Her dress, the shimmering concoction of sequins and barely there straps lays on the floor like a snake. It had cost a lot of money, and she’d never be wearing it again. There isn’t enough left of it to make a key ring. I can still smell the blood mingled with the scent of her perfume and our passion. I climbed onto the bed, crawling toward her, careful not to wake her up.
“I’m not asleep,” she murmured and opened one green eye. “You don’t have to be sneaky.”
“I’m always sneaky.” I use my telekinesis to slide the satin sheet off of her rump, duck my face down and kiss the base of her spine. “And you’re so pretty when you sleep.”
“Flatterer.” She tangled her fingers into my hair and drew me up her body. I pause along the way, wincing as she twists my hair while I stop drawing one of her nipples into my mouth. Bennet moans, but I can tell her heart’s not into any of it. Anymore than mine is.
“I’m trying not to be angry, babe.” I nuzzle her neck, and breathe in her scent mingled with mine. “Angry is easier it fills the holes in my heart.”
“I miss him too.” She rubs my back, stroking my hair. “I shouldn’t have put the idea in your head to begin with. I should have let you say ‘no’.”
We’re trying to fight the lingering melancholy that has crept into our lives with the loss of Peter. I miss him so much, but we had to let him go. He found his true love, and neither one of us were what he needed. We had so many talks with him, sharing secret rendezvous, learning how to love him, only to have him leave us.
“No,” I whisper, kissing her jaw. “It was what I wanted too. I kept hoping he’d love us the same way we loved him, but he didn’t. We promised that we’d let him go when he found the one.”
“I wish the one had been one of us.”
“Or both of us.” I pull her into my arms, tangling our legs in the sheets and kiss her deeply. I slip my tongue into her mouth, tracing along behind her teeth to tickle her. “I loved you both. You loved us both. I hate this. I don’t like being sad.”
“I know, baby.” Bennet cupped my face and kissed my eyelids, when she kisses me on the mouth I can taste the salt of my tears. “But there isn’t anything we can to. He wants us to be happy, and it’s not as if he’s dead.”
“I want to hurt him, Bennet. I want to kill someone.” I grit my teeth, biting the side of my mouth to let the pain and blood break me from the murderous thoughts in my head. It isn’t the first time I’ve pondered ways to bring Peter home to us. “I could kill him.”
“No you can’t, because Peter would know.” Her fingers are cool over my forehead as she brushes my hair out of my eyes. “We can’t have him now. It’s that old saying ‘if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was yours. If it doesn’t, it was never yours to begin with.”
“I like to end that with if it doesn’t come back, hunt it down and kill it,” I said with a small laugh. “When does it stop hurting?”
“Why do you think I have all the answers, Sylar?” She smiles and presses her face against my chest while I hug her tight.
“Because you’re better at feelings than I am, puzzles I get, machines I get. Emotions I don’t. Other than anger I’m empty.”
“That was the old you. Not the man…” She stops in mid sentence. I know what she almost said.
“Not the man you and Peter loved.” Blinking I try to clear my eyes, but it doesn’t matter. I can feel Bennet’s warm tears on my chest. “I love you, baby. Always will. But I still want to kill him.”
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