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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerTitle: Some Enchanted Evening
Pairings or Characters: Sylar/Lydia
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Het
Wordcount: 4400ish
Warnings: SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT
Notes:This is the opening scene of my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
season4heroesrp RPG. It takes place immediately following Tabula Rasa. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fortunatetattoo my Lydia and I were asked to share this outside of the game. Hope you enjoy it.
Lydia:
The man sitting before me caught my attention the moment the rush of images, emotions and dark desires flooded my veins as his face emerged in tattoo form on my back. He is here now, flesh and blood. I cannot help but be fascinated by the complexity of the man himself. His confusion, pain, happiness and raw power. All of it calls out to me.
Gabriel Gray....Sylar, the biggest and baddest of us all; storied villain, stealer of powers, the epitome of evolution. What woman could possibly resist being the one to give him whatever it is that he wants?
He and I have been playing this game all day, sharing smiles, touches and laughs. A slow seduction, the time honored waltz perfected by women like me for centuries. I've never found any reason to deny myself the pleasures that my mind and body have wanted. I am an accomplished manipulator, slipping into whatever role I have to in order to accomplish my goal but there's no need to here.
He wants me, I don't need to be an empath to read his desire. His seductive brown eyes now a darkened black. He holds me smiling as I lead him away back to my trailer to talk some more. His hand dips low on my hip as we walk, lightly caressing me like the breeze dancing across the trees.
The blood in my veins pounds and breath quickens, I am the powerful one now.
Sylar:
Part of me knows that I should be feeling the buzz from all that wine I drank. Giddy from the acceptance of this new family I've found myself a part of. But the rest knows that I can never have what they do. I don't deserve to be happy, not after all that I've done.
I'm good at pretending thought. Good at make believe. Smiling when people want me to smile. Averting my eyes like a scared lost lamb when they expect that too. They saw me before the mirrors ripped open the dark passages of my tarnished soul. They met the man who didn't know where he came from or where he was going.
Confusion is a part of me. Nathan's memories layering on top of mine until I feel like human stew. It has me off balance. My edge is gone. I feel like a dull knife that's been shoved to the back of the drawer until someone feels like sharpening me again.
I'm also a guy. Lydia is beautiful. She's the most exotic woman to ever run her fingers over the stubble on my cheek. She thinks I'm lost. I think I'm horny.
Only a fool would say no to her.
"Can we stay out here for a little bit longer?" I ask giving her a gentle smile. "I'm afraid of the walls closing in on me in there."
Lydia:
I offer him a gentle smile patting a spot beside me on the makeshift chaise lounge that faces the forest. I love sitting back here, far from the lights and sounds, to achieve at least the fantasy of some privacy.
I scoot close dipping my head under his arm feigning a chill to my skin. I'm not cold of course, the fire in my blood is enough to heat my body but now he's so close, his very essence is seeping into my skin.
The stars twinkle overhead and i point out into the distance drawing attention to the clear full moon "Have you ever seen something so beautiful?" I whisper to him, my lips barely grazing the flesh of his ear lobe.
I'm not in a great rush. The best rewards come to those who are patient. I won't be forever but the night is still very young.
Sylar:
She's so forward. Unlike anyone I've ever been near. The real me, not Nathan Petrelli. Nathan would have turned his nose up at her. She wouldn't have seen her value, her grace, or her power. It tingles when her skin brushes mine.
"It is beautiful. It's been a long time since I've seen the moon so big. City boys like me don't get to see skies like that often." I shift, drawing her closer against me. I lean closer, drawn by the scent of her hair. "Edgar told me you like bad boys. Am I a bad boy, Lydia?"
Lydia:
I give a hearty laugh at this, oh Edgar always so possessive of what you think is yours. I belong to no one but myself, I may not have much control in my life but I do over that.
My head shifts to face him, my knee bumping into his. He's so tall, all legs, torso, arms and hands. God those hands. I pick one up brushing my fingertips across his, my hand so delicate and white when compared to his.
Everything male about him is calling to me. I shiver thinking about the power and passion I know that he's got to be capable of. I close my eyes moving his hand to my cheek my mouth coming in contact with his palm in a kiss. My tongue darts out to taste before settling on a light nip.
A challenging smile spreads across my face. "Tell me City Boy. Are you a bad bad man?"
Sylar:
My lips part of their own accord. The tip of my tongue darting out to meet hers. I've shifted with her, legs against legs. I had to close my eyes to keep from getting lost in the ink that decorates her flesh. I want to trace the lines of the vines, to find out where they begin and end.
"Am I what?" I pull away from her. Ashamed at what I've done in the past. Samuel said I'd been made new, but I can't accept that. Not when he wants me to remember who I was so badly. It makes no sense.
"Yes." I look into her eyes. "I'm a very, very bad man."
Lydia:
I can sense the subtle shift in him before meeting his gaze, his eyes dark and serious. He needs to understand that it's all right, he's magnificent just the way that he is.
Gabriel? Sylar? I'm not even sure at this point what to call him. I don't dare ask.
Instead I bunch my skirt up straddling his long legs pulling his face close to mine, my thumbs massaging his lips. "There are no judgements here, I will never think less of who or what you are. We've all done things we're not proud of but this is a rebirth." I lean forward parting his lips, sliding in my tongue, allowing a tendril of my passion to flow into the kiss.
"Embrace it."
Sylar:
Her words are so reassuring. I so want to believe that it's true, but unlike Samuel, I'm not certain that Lydia knows of my past. Samuel, that one, knows it all. I could feel his want and anticipation when Damian opened the gates of my memories.
"I'll try." My voice is a hushed whisper. My ruminations are put on hold when she straddles me. Her long golden hair spreading over my chest, her touch on my lips makes me smile. I take her wrists and drawing her thumb into my mouth to wrap my tongue around it.
Each touch draws me from the past, giving me hope of a future free of murder and being hunted. As I bite the pad of her thumb gently, my hands run down her sides, cupping her ass to pull her even closer to me. I can feel her need for this echoing mine.
"I think I'm ready to go inside now," I murmur into her ear as my tongue plays with her earring.
Lydia:
A spell is being woven around us even if there's still a war raging inside him. I want this, I want him. It's not about saving him or placing him under control.
No, it's now become so much more simple than that. Primal even. A woman's natural instinct to lay claim to the strongest of the men. I know he is even if he doesn't realize it yet.
A moan escapes when he grabs me, forces my thumb into his mouth. There's the simmering undercurrent of his tightly coiled strength, his desire and passion. I want more of it, every nerve is singing. The power surges from inside him to me leaving me dizzy.
I move wontonly against him relishing the roughness of his demin against my naked thighs but it's not enough. The blood is racing in my veins. I need him, me, skin to skin unsure of who is the predator and who is the prey.
One last kiss outside and my fist is twisted in the fabric of his shirt leading the way to my door.
Sylar:
I can't help but follow her. The wine may not have gotten to me, but the emotions surrounding me have. These people are happy. They are free, and it's giving me hope. Her desire is giving me a lot more than that, and the thought of running the tip of my tongue over all those tattoos sends a shiver down my spine.
With her fist in my shirt, I can't pause as I step into the confines of her trailer. It's warm inside and smells of spices and sweets.
"You're a witch aren't you?" I tease as I run my fingers along a gossamer scarf that hangs from a wire separating the bed's alcove from the rest. The colors dance and shift, as I catch glimpses of her past. I can see the faces of others who have been here before me. The only ones I recognize are Edgar and Samuel.
"Casting a spell on me." With a step, I press her against the wall while I tangle my fingers in her hair and drink from her mouth.
Lydia:
My head falls back and eyes close as he devours me. I'm losing myself to the force of the storm that is uniquely him. My body flushes from the adrenaline and pleasure screaming already through my every pore.
It's so tempting to just give myself over, to surrender but my will is too emboldened now and too strong. I press back, my arms resting on his shoulders, nails skimming his hair before digging into the base of his neck.
"Am I?" I raise my head staring deep into the fathomless pools of his eyes. "Then tell this witch." I rain kisses along his sand papered jaw before taking his thumb in my mouth, a reverse from what occurred with him before. "What is it that you deeply desire?"
I bite the flesh and am suddenly overcome with a wave of sensation. I moan out loud, the weight of his passion, power, desire almost too much to bear. We're kissing again. My heart rate quickens though I'm not sure if it his of my own. My nails dig deeper into his neck as I duel him for dominance with my mouth.
Sylar:
I keep her there, pressed against the paper thin paneling on the wall. My fingers hiking up her skirt, slipping along the silken fabric of her panties. The parts of me that are snobby Nathan Petrelli are surprised she wears them. He might be more of an asshole than Sylar when it comes down to it.
My lips trail down her throat, rubbing my rough cheek over her chin as I draw a bit of skin between my teeth. While I worry at the spot, my hand slips inside, fingers sliding along and around her until she gasps in my ear.
Lydia:
My legs are shaky already, that talented hand of his blurring out everything but sensation. The pleasure builds and spreads warmth through me but it's not strong enough I know he can give me so much more.
I bite down on his earlobe then treat him to a melody of incoherent whimpers and moans. He's doing this to me rendering me helpless, a slave to my baser instincts. I know deep down there should be protest from at least my heart but my screaming body and mind are drowning them out.
My fingers nimbly make quick work of his shirt, pearlized buttons scattering on the ground. My hands run across the hard planes of his chest, buried in the thick black hair.
I twist a handful of the hair pulling hard enough to get his attention taking advantage of his shock to gain entrance to his sinful mouth again. My head is still swimming, he's relentless with his hand, I don't want this over yet before it's begins.
I pull his arm back crying at the loss of contact but there's too many clothes, too many barriers I need my skin pressed against his. My sandals are dispatched quickly before my hands snake out to the fastening of his jeans.
Sylar:
She's full of surprises. I know I've never been with a woman like her, and I'm starting to doubt that Nathan ever had too. When she pulls my hair, I can't help but smile as she plunders my mouth. Her strength and need are dazzling. She's like a cat, and I'm very much aware of her claws as she pushes off my clothes.
I try to step out of my jeans, but the boots get caught in them, throwing me off balance and onto my back on the bed. I let out a small laugh as I land. "So much for being suave and debonair."
Lydia:
I laugh as I watch him stumble, ending up prone on my bed. He's braced on his elbows to where they're propping him up. His smile is darling, I nibble the corner of his upturned lip. "My spell worked," I smirk "You're in my bed"
I flash him my most predatory grin, arching above him flicking my tongue down his sternum to across his navel my eyes never leaving his. I move to kneel before him, my hands tracing my path settling on his thighs then proceeding to bunch his jeans down.
My fingers move with precision untying his first boot then the other, the fall of their heavy soles echoing off the aluminum walls. His socks and jeans soon follow.
I crawl back up his body toying with the waistband of his boxer briefs. His breath has quickened, there's an urgency to the rise and fall of his chest. I wet my lips with my tongue as I peel the material away from him, exposing him completely.
I'm going to devour him, he'll be helpless against the onslaught of pleasure I'm about to gift him with. Adrenaline is urging me forward, no matter how strong they are, in the end a man is just that, a man. I hold the power. My mouth surrounds him, sinking further down. I may have imagined that anguished cry that echoes through the room but there's no way I'm ready to stop until I hear more.
Sylar:
Hands move of their own accord, twisting in her hair as my hips twitch and buck. Moans and whimpers of pleasure instead of pain. For now, time stands still, the entirety of the universe collapsing on what she's doing. I'm too lost in the sensations to analyze what's happening. For once I'm not trying to understand, I can't be bothered to try to figure it out.
"Don't stop. God," is all I can squeak out as her tongue twists around me. My breath catches her teeth follow her tongue just a touch to send me over the edge again. No thoughts. Nothing but need and want. "Want."
Lydia:
I've always wondered what it is about this particular act that can send even the strongest man to his knees. Sylar is naked, not even just in the physical sense, the dam over his control has cracked he's given himself over to me. The most powerful being in the world, a god on Earth and I have him pleading. It's empowering. I will use everything I have to keep this position.
I continue my work, teasing and growing bolder, stronger with every unintelligible sound he makes. Teeth, tongue, hands all move in concert playing him like the most finely tuned instrument. His hips piston faster, muscles quake and my hair is pulled tighter. Oh so close but I'm controlling this and it's not over until I say so.
My hands snake out, fingers curling around his biceps. I use this leverage to pull myself up his entire body length. It's not lost on me that I'm still almost fully clothed. The damp silk of my panties rock against him. I cry out, the current of pleasure shoots down to my toes. I'm so ready to feel all of him.
I bend forward, my mouth capturing his in a searing kiss. My tongue melts with his, I am drunk from his taste. I reluctantly release him, sucking one final time on his lower lip. My hands capture the hem on my shirt, preparing to raise it over my head.
"Want?" I loom over him, smiling like a cat who just ate a canary. "What do you want?"
Sylar:
"Want you." My voice sounds so rough, and there's a hint of a growl to it. She's making me crazy, and I'm enjoying every minute, second of it. I reach out to her, using my power to pull her towards with without touching her. "I want you naked."
The hunger that wants and needs is stirred by her presence, but it doesn't want blood. It wants flesh. To feel her from the inside. It wants to make her scream and mewl.
"Want you now, Lydia." I'm surprised I can remember her name at all.
Lydia:
The breath left my lungs the moment he moves me without his hands. I still feel touched, the tiny burst of pressure that lunged me forth. That ability is incredible, it's arousing. My mouth waters at the limitless possibilities of what it can be used for on my body.
There's a predatory spark in his eyes. i want to see more, to push his limits. Release primal beast to see if he can match my fervor. I've yet to meet my equal. Will he take what he wants?
My hips undulate grinding myself against him mimicking the promise of the pleasure we can find in each other. I grab his hands sucking on one index finger and then the other, swirling my tongue and teeth scraping the pad.
I shift the palms of his hands down my throat and clavicles until their final resting place atop my cloth covered breasts. The material is practically sheer, my nipples pebbled hard. God I want his mouth on them, on my feverish flesh, everywhere I ache the most.
I resist the urge to strip, to sink down onto his warmth, stretching and filling me the way my body is screaming for. It's not time for that yet.
"Make me."
I'm offering him something that I never give. The chance to shift the control structure. The battle for power will make it that much more explosive. I bite my lip at the mere thought.
Sylar:
"Make me." Two little words set my blood on fire. I can see the challenge in her eyes, and I'm going to make her regret it. My hands wrap around her slender waist. The silky fabric slick against my fingers. Sitting up, I look into her eyes through my hair and bite down on one of her nipples through the cloth. Worrying it with my teeth while she whimpers. I want to make her bleed.
Letting go of her hips, I grab her underwear and tear it out of the way. Slipping my fingers into her wetness again. The other hand fists in her hair again pulling her head to the side, so I can bite my way up to her throat. I run the tip of my tongue along the vein and bite her harder.
"Beg me."
Lydia:
He moves swiftly attacking me just as surely as if he was an animal. He's absolutely magnificent, tearing and clawing completely giving over to the baser instincts.
My moans and whimpers begin to blend together. His teeth piercing my flesh at every turn. I'm going to be sore and bruised in the morning and I couldn't be happier. I still want more.
I shudder the moment his fingers are inside me, instinctively moving myself, riding them out towards greater pleasure. It feels so good , almost too much to bear.
When he bites down nearly tearing the flesh of my throat I am lost, the pressure building, teasing me with a climax. My nails dig deep in the meat of his shoulders. I'm torn between my pride and the mind blowing sex he has to offer.
I tug on his arm reaching down pulling his hand away and bringing his fingers to my mouth. My tongue darts out, curling around the digits licking my essence away.
Evidently Pride has won out.
My top is dispatched and I crush my nakedness against him. The hairs on his chest a wicked delight to my hyper-sensitized nipples. I force down a kiss, capturing his mouth brutally, biting hard into his pouty lower lip. I've broken the skin, the metallic tang of blood mingles with the saliva.
"No," I state simply.
Sylar:
"No." I roll over on top of her, pinning her in place on the thin mattress. Grabbing her hands, I lace my fingers with hers and put them over her head. My lip's already healed, but the taste of blood makes me want more.
Her skirt is still twisted around her waist, and I have to use my power to hold her hands in place while I use my hands to yank the fabric out of my way.
"I don't like being told 'no'." It's a lie. I'm getting off on it. I'm so hard it hurts, and if I'm not inside of her soon I'll lose what little is left of my sanity.
Her panties come off with another yank and a slice of telekinesis. I'm not as clumsy using it now as I was in the police station or when I sent Edgar flying. I'm remembering just how handy I was at it.
With my mind still holding her hands above her on the pillows, I draw her legs apart and trust into her with a cry.
Lydia:
He's so strong, dwarfing me with his size as shifts our positions. He could hurt me, I want him to. His laser-like gaze solely focused as I lick the remainder of his blood from my mouth.
I know it's coming but nothing can prepare me for the mind blowing pleasure of having him buried deep inside. My scream is ripped from my throat, my muscles clenching tightly as I shatter when he hits that spot just right.
He's relentless, not giving me time to recover. My shaky legs wind around him, hips lifting to met each thrust. I'm panting, body slick with sweat already. Fuck, I want, no need to move my hands. To dig the nails in his flesh for leverage while he rides me within an inch of my life.
It's good, so damn good. My nerves are on fire, his passion and pleasure mingling with my own. I've never felt anything like it, the line between my consciousness and his utterly blurred.
A steady stream of obscenities spill from my mouth. At some point I've ceased being Lydia and turned into another creature, a conduit for his and my pleasure. I'm climbing closer to the peak once again. How many will he wring out of me before he's through?
"More." I cry, I know I'm pleading, I don't even care, staring deep into his eyes "Harder."
Sylar:
I sit back on my heels, drawing her up with me. I let her hands go, and she wraps them around my beck. She's languid now, spent but wants more. So do I. She's brought out a hunger in me that I don't understand, but it feels right. It feels like me.
My fingers are splayed over her hips, digging in as I keep pumping into her. Sweat trickles down my back as it arches. My tongue flickers over the bite on her neck, the metallic tang of her blood mingling with her perfume.
It's like a damn breaking when I lose control. I can feel her. I can feel everyone around us. Every breath, every heartbeat in the Carnival comes into focus while I drown inside of her. I'm everywhere and nowhere, everyone and no one. Panting I press my face into the crook of her neck, trying to catch my breath and come back to being me. Whoever I am.
Lydia:
The room is spinning, time standing still. I try to center myself and clear the haze from my brain. My nerve endings are frayed. I'm grateful for his weight pressing against me or I may never come down.
Something has changed, a piece of me that I've held hidden, protected from the world is now found in his every breath. He's exposed me, I've given him everything I have inside. I'm terrified, relieved, happy and sad. Every possible emotion is pouring off me in waves.
He rolls to the side looking at me. I prop myself on my elbow regarding him just the same. I can't help but wonder what thoughts are racing through his brain, is he as effected as I? There's time enough for that tomorrow when the spell is broken, when we have to deal with the world outside these aluminum walls.
I lean forward kissing him deeply effectively begging him not to say a word. The morning is still hours away. I will drink from him until I get my fill, until neither of us can form a coherent thought. Learning every inch of the others flesh, memorizing each sound we make.
We have tonight and right now it's enough.
Pairings or Characters: Sylar/Lydia
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Het
Wordcount: 4400ish
Warnings: SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT
Notes:This is the opening scene of my
season4heroesrp RPG. It takes place immediately following Tabula Rasa. fortunatetattoo my Lydia and I were asked to share this outside of the game. Hope you enjoy it. Lydia:
The man sitting before me caught my attention the moment the rush of images, emotions and dark desires flooded my veins as his face emerged in tattoo form on my back. He is here now, flesh and blood. I cannot help but be fascinated by the complexity of the man himself. His confusion, pain, happiness and raw power. All of it calls out to me.
Gabriel Gray....Sylar, the biggest and baddest of us all; storied villain, stealer of powers, the epitome of evolution. What woman could possibly resist being the one to give him whatever it is that he wants?
He and I have been playing this game all day, sharing smiles, touches and laughs. A slow seduction, the time honored waltz perfected by women like me for centuries. I've never found any reason to deny myself the pleasures that my mind and body have wanted. I am an accomplished manipulator, slipping into whatever role I have to in order to accomplish my goal but there's no need to here.
He wants me, I don't need to be an empath to read his desire. His seductive brown eyes now a darkened black. He holds me smiling as I lead him away back to my trailer to talk some more. His hand dips low on my hip as we walk, lightly caressing me like the breeze dancing across the trees.
The blood in my veins pounds and breath quickens, I am the powerful one now.
Sylar:
Part of me knows that I should be feeling the buzz from all that wine I drank. Giddy from the acceptance of this new family I've found myself a part of. But the rest knows that I can never have what they do. I don't deserve to be happy, not after all that I've done.
I'm good at pretending thought. Good at make believe. Smiling when people want me to smile. Averting my eyes like a scared lost lamb when they expect that too. They saw me before the mirrors ripped open the dark passages of my tarnished soul. They met the man who didn't know where he came from or where he was going.
Confusion is a part of me. Nathan's memories layering on top of mine until I feel like human stew. It has me off balance. My edge is gone. I feel like a dull knife that's been shoved to the back of the drawer until someone feels like sharpening me again.
I'm also a guy. Lydia is beautiful. She's the most exotic woman to ever run her fingers over the stubble on my cheek. She thinks I'm lost. I think I'm horny.
Only a fool would say no to her.
"Can we stay out here for a little bit longer?" I ask giving her a gentle smile. "I'm afraid of the walls closing in on me in there."
Lydia:
I offer him a gentle smile patting a spot beside me on the makeshift chaise lounge that faces the forest. I love sitting back here, far from the lights and sounds, to achieve at least the fantasy of some privacy.
I scoot close dipping my head under his arm feigning a chill to my skin. I'm not cold of course, the fire in my blood is enough to heat my body but now he's so close, his very essence is seeping into my skin.
The stars twinkle overhead and i point out into the distance drawing attention to the clear full moon "Have you ever seen something so beautiful?" I whisper to him, my lips barely grazing the flesh of his ear lobe.
I'm not in a great rush. The best rewards come to those who are patient. I won't be forever but the night is still very young.
Sylar:
She's so forward. Unlike anyone I've ever been near. The real me, not Nathan Petrelli. Nathan would have turned his nose up at her. She wouldn't have seen her value, her grace, or her power. It tingles when her skin brushes mine.
"It is beautiful. It's been a long time since I've seen the moon so big. City boys like me don't get to see skies like that often." I shift, drawing her closer against me. I lean closer, drawn by the scent of her hair. "Edgar told me you like bad boys. Am I a bad boy, Lydia?"
Lydia:
I give a hearty laugh at this, oh Edgar always so possessive of what you think is yours. I belong to no one but myself, I may not have much control in my life but I do over that.
My head shifts to face him, my knee bumping into his. He's so tall, all legs, torso, arms and hands. God those hands. I pick one up brushing my fingertips across his, my hand so delicate and white when compared to his.
Everything male about him is calling to me. I shiver thinking about the power and passion I know that he's got to be capable of. I close my eyes moving his hand to my cheek my mouth coming in contact with his palm in a kiss. My tongue darts out to taste before settling on a light nip.
A challenging smile spreads across my face. "Tell me City Boy. Are you a bad bad man?"
Sylar:
My lips part of their own accord. The tip of my tongue darting out to meet hers. I've shifted with her, legs against legs. I had to close my eyes to keep from getting lost in the ink that decorates her flesh. I want to trace the lines of the vines, to find out where they begin and end.
"Am I what?" I pull away from her. Ashamed at what I've done in the past. Samuel said I'd been made new, but I can't accept that. Not when he wants me to remember who I was so badly. It makes no sense.
"Yes." I look into her eyes. "I'm a very, very bad man."
Lydia:
I can sense the subtle shift in him before meeting his gaze, his eyes dark and serious. He needs to understand that it's all right, he's magnificent just the way that he is.
Gabriel? Sylar? I'm not even sure at this point what to call him. I don't dare ask.
Instead I bunch my skirt up straddling his long legs pulling his face close to mine, my thumbs massaging his lips. "There are no judgements here, I will never think less of who or what you are. We've all done things we're not proud of but this is a rebirth." I lean forward parting his lips, sliding in my tongue, allowing a tendril of my passion to flow into the kiss.
"Embrace it."
Sylar:
Her words are so reassuring. I so want to believe that it's true, but unlike Samuel, I'm not certain that Lydia knows of my past. Samuel, that one, knows it all. I could feel his want and anticipation when Damian opened the gates of my memories.
"I'll try." My voice is a hushed whisper. My ruminations are put on hold when she straddles me. Her long golden hair spreading over my chest, her touch on my lips makes me smile. I take her wrists and drawing her thumb into my mouth to wrap my tongue around it.
Each touch draws me from the past, giving me hope of a future free of murder and being hunted. As I bite the pad of her thumb gently, my hands run down her sides, cupping her ass to pull her even closer to me. I can feel her need for this echoing mine.
"I think I'm ready to go inside now," I murmur into her ear as my tongue plays with her earring.
Lydia:
A spell is being woven around us even if there's still a war raging inside him. I want this, I want him. It's not about saving him or placing him under control.
No, it's now become so much more simple than that. Primal even. A woman's natural instinct to lay claim to the strongest of the men. I know he is even if he doesn't realize it yet.
A moan escapes when he grabs me, forces my thumb into his mouth. There's the simmering undercurrent of his tightly coiled strength, his desire and passion. I want more of it, every nerve is singing. The power surges from inside him to me leaving me dizzy.
I move wontonly against him relishing the roughness of his demin against my naked thighs but it's not enough. The blood is racing in my veins. I need him, me, skin to skin unsure of who is the predator and who is the prey.
One last kiss outside and my fist is twisted in the fabric of his shirt leading the way to my door.
Sylar:
I can't help but follow her. The wine may not have gotten to me, but the emotions surrounding me have. These people are happy. They are free, and it's giving me hope. Her desire is giving me a lot more than that, and the thought of running the tip of my tongue over all those tattoos sends a shiver down my spine.
With her fist in my shirt, I can't pause as I step into the confines of her trailer. It's warm inside and smells of spices and sweets.
"You're a witch aren't you?" I tease as I run my fingers along a gossamer scarf that hangs from a wire separating the bed's alcove from the rest. The colors dance and shift, as I catch glimpses of her past. I can see the faces of others who have been here before me. The only ones I recognize are Edgar and Samuel.
"Casting a spell on me." With a step, I press her against the wall while I tangle my fingers in her hair and drink from her mouth.
Lydia:
My head falls back and eyes close as he devours me. I'm losing myself to the force of the storm that is uniquely him. My body flushes from the adrenaline and pleasure screaming already through my every pore.
It's so tempting to just give myself over, to surrender but my will is too emboldened now and too strong. I press back, my arms resting on his shoulders, nails skimming his hair before digging into the base of his neck.
"Am I?" I raise my head staring deep into the fathomless pools of his eyes. "Then tell this witch." I rain kisses along his sand papered jaw before taking his thumb in my mouth, a reverse from what occurred with him before. "What is it that you deeply desire?"
I bite the flesh and am suddenly overcome with a wave of sensation. I moan out loud, the weight of his passion, power, desire almost too much to bear. We're kissing again. My heart rate quickens though I'm not sure if it his of my own. My nails dig deeper into his neck as I duel him for dominance with my mouth.
Sylar:
I keep her there, pressed against the paper thin paneling on the wall. My fingers hiking up her skirt, slipping along the silken fabric of her panties. The parts of me that are snobby Nathan Petrelli are surprised she wears them. He might be more of an asshole than Sylar when it comes down to it.
My lips trail down her throat, rubbing my rough cheek over her chin as I draw a bit of skin between my teeth. While I worry at the spot, my hand slips inside, fingers sliding along and around her until she gasps in my ear.
Lydia:
My legs are shaky already, that talented hand of his blurring out everything but sensation. The pleasure builds and spreads warmth through me but it's not strong enough I know he can give me so much more.
I bite down on his earlobe then treat him to a melody of incoherent whimpers and moans. He's doing this to me rendering me helpless, a slave to my baser instincts. I know deep down there should be protest from at least my heart but my screaming body and mind are drowning them out.
My fingers nimbly make quick work of his shirt, pearlized buttons scattering on the ground. My hands run across the hard planes of his chest, buried in the thick black hair.
I twist a handful of the hair pulling hard enough to get his attention taking advantage of his shock to gain entrance to his sinful mouth again. My head is still swimming, he's relentless with his hand, I don't want this over yet before it's begins.
I pull his arm back crying at the loss of contact but there's too many clothes, too many barriers I need my skin pressed against his. My sandals are dispatched quickly before my hands snake out to the fastening of his jeans.
Sylar:
She's full of surprises. I know I've never been with a woman like her, and I'm starting to doubt that Nathan ever had too. When she pulls my hair, I can't help but smile as she plunders my mouth. Her strength and need are dazzling. She's like a cat, and I'm very much aware of her claws as she pushes off my clothes.
I try to step out of my jeans, but the boots get caught in them, throwing me off balance and onto my back on the bed. I let out a small laugh as I land. "So much for being suave and debonair."
Lydia:
I laugh as I watch him stumble, ending up prone on my bed. He's braced on his elbows to where they're propping him up. His smile is darling, I nibble the corner of his upturned lip. "My spell worked," I smirk "You're in my bed"
I flash him my most predatory grin, arching above him flicking my tongue down his sternum to across his navel my eyes never leaving his. I move to kneel before him, my hands tracing my path settling on his thighs then proceeding to bunch his jeans down.
My fingers move with precision untying his first boot then the other, the fall of their heavy soles echoing off the aluminum walls. His socks and jeans soon follow.
I crawl back up his body toying with the waistband of his boxer briefs. His breath has quickened, there's an urgency to the rise and fall of his chest. I wet my lips with my tongue as I peel the material away from him, exposing him completely.
I'm going to devour him, he'll be helpless against the onslaught of pleasure I'm about to gift him with. Adrenaline is urging me forward, no matter how strong they are, in the end a man is just that, a man. I hold the power. My mouth surrounds him, sinking further down. I may have imagined that anguished cry that echoes through the room but there's no way I'm ready to stop until I hear more.
Sylar:
Hands move of their own accord, twisting in her hair as my hips twitch and buck. Moans and whimpers of pleasure instead of pain. For now, time stands still, the entirety of the universe collapsing on what she's doing. I'm too lost in the sensations to analyze what's happening. For once I'm not trying to understand, I can't be bothered to try to figure it out.
"Don't stop. God," is all I can squeak out as her tongue twists around me. My breath catches her teeth follow her tongue just a touch to send me over the edge again. No thoughts. Nothing but need and want. "Want."
Lydia:
I've always wondered what it is about this particular act that can send even the strongest man to his knees. Sylar is naked, not even just in the physical sense, the dam over his control has cracked he's given himself over to me. The most powerful being in the world, a god on Earth and I have him pleading. It's empowering. I will use everything I have to keep this position.
I continue my work, teasing and growing bolder, stronger with every unintelligible sound he makes. Teeth, tongue, hands all move in concert playing him like the most finely tuned instrument. His hips piston faster, muscles quake and my hair is pulled tighter. Oh so close but I'm controlling this and it's not over until I say so.
My hands snake out, fingers curling around his biceps. I use this leverage to pull myself up his entire body length. It's not lost on me that I'm still almost fully clothed. The damp silk of my panties rock against him. I cry out, the current of pleasure shoots down to my toes. I'm so ready to feel all of him.
I bend forward, my mouth capturing his in a searing kiss. My tongue melts with his, I am drunk from his taste. I reluctantly release him, sucking one final time on his lower lip. My hands capture the hem on my shirt, preparing to raise it over my head.
"Want?" I loom over him, smiling like a cat who just ate a canary. "What do you want?"
Sylar:
"Want you." My voice sounds so rough, and there's a hint of a growl to it. She's making me crazy, and I'm enjoying every minute, second of it. I reach out to her, using my power to pull her towards with without touching her. "I want you naked."
The hunger that wants and needs is stirred by her presence, but it doesn't want blood. It wants flesh. To feel her from the inside. It wants to make her scream and mewl.
"Want you now, Lydia." I'm surprised I can remember her name at all.
Lydia:
The breath left my lungs the moment he moves me without his hands. I still feel touched, the tiny burst of pressure that lunged me forth. That ability is incredible, it's arousing. My mouth waters at the limitless possibilities of what it can be used for on my body.
There's a predatory spark in his eyes. i want to see more, to push his limits. Release primal beast to see if he can match my fervor. I've yet to meet my equal. Will he take what he wants?
My hips undulate grinding myself against him mimicking the promise of the pleasure we can find in each other. I grab his hands sucking on one index finger and then the other, swirling my tongue and teeth scraping the pad.
I shift the palms of his hands down my throat and clavicles until their final resting place atop my cloth covered breasts. The material is practically sheer, my nipples pebbled hard. God I want his mouth on them, on my feverish flesh, everywhere I ache the most.
I resist the urge to strip, to sink down onto his warmth, stretching and filling me the way my body is screaming for. It's not time for that yet.
"Make me."
I'm offering him something that I never give. The chance to shift the control structure. The battle for power will make it that much more explosive. I bite my lip at the mere thought.
Sylar:
"Make me." Two little words set my blood on fire. I can see the challenge in her eyes, and I'm going to make her regret it. My hands wrap around her slender waist. The silky fabric slick against my fingers. Sitting up, I look into her eyes through my hair and bite down on one of her nipples through the cloth. Worrying it with my teeth while she whimpers. I want to make her bleed.
Letting go of her hips, I grab her underwear and tear it out of the way. Slipping my fingers into her wetness again. The other hand fists in her hair again pulling her head to the side, so I can bite my way up to her throat. I run the tip of my tongue along the vein and bite her harder.
"Beg me."
Lydia:
He moves swiftly attacking me just as surely as if he was an animal. He's absolutely magnificent, tearing and clawing completely giving over to the baser instincts.
My moans and whimpers begin to blend together. His teeth piercing my flesh at every turn. I'm going to be sore and bruised in the morning and I couldn't be happier. I still want more.
I shudder the moment his fingers are inside me, instinctively moving myself, riding them out towards greater pleasure. It feels so good , almost too much to bear.
When he bites down nearly tearing the flesh of my throat I am lost, the pressure building, teasing me with a climax. My nails dig deep in the meat of his shoulders. I'm torn between my pride and the mind blowing sex he has to offer.
I tug on his arm reaching down pulling his hand away and bringing his fingers to my mouth. My tongue darts out, curling around the digits licking my essence away.
Evidently Pride has won out.
My top is dispatched and I crush my nakedness against him. The hairs on his chest a wicked delight to my hyper-sensitized nipples. I force down a kiss, capturing his mouth brutally, biting hard into his pouty lower lip. I've broken the skin, the metallic tang of blood mingles with the saliva.
"No," I state simply.
Sylar:
"No." I roll over on top of her, pinning her in place on the thin mattress. Grabbing her hands, I lace my fingers with hers and put them over her head. My lip's already healed, but the taste of blood makes me want more.
Her skirt is still twisted around her waist, and I have to use my power to hold her hands in place while I use my hands to yank the fabric out of my way.
"I don't like being told 'no'." It's a lie. I'm getting off on it. I'm so hard it hurts, and if I'm not inside of her soon I'll lose what little is left of my sanity.
Her panties come off with another yank and a slice of telekinesis. I'm not as clumsy using it now as I was in the police station or when I sent Edgar flying. I'm remembering just how handy I was at it.
With my mind still holding her hands above her on the pillows, I draw her legs apart and trust into her with a cry.
Lydia:
He's so strong, dwarfing me with his size as shifts our positions. He could hurt me, I want him to. His laser-like gaze solely focused as I lick the remainder of his blood from my mouth.
I know it's coming but nothing can prepare me for the mind blowing pleasure of having him buried deep inside. My scream is ripped from my throat, my muscles clenching tightly as I shatter when he hits that spot just right.
He's relentless, not giving me time to recover. My shaky legs wind around him, hips lifting to met each thrust. I'm panting, body slick with sweat already. Fuck, I want, no need to move my hands. To dig the nails in his flesh for leverage while he rides me within an inch of my life.
It's good, so damn good. My nerves are on fire, his passion and pleasure mingling with my own. I've never felt anything like it, the line between my consciousness and his utterly blurred.
A steady stream of obscenities spill from my mouth. At some point I've ceased being Lydia and turned into another creature, a conduit for his and my pleasure. I'm climbing closer to the peak once again. How many will he wring out of me before he's through?
"More." I cry, I know I'm pleading, I don't even care, staring deep into his eyes "Harder."
Sylar:
I sit back on my heels, drawing her up with me. I let her hands go, and she wraps them around my beck. She's languid now, spent but wants more. So do I. She's brought out a hunger in me that I don't understand, but it feels right. It feels like me.
My fingers are splayed over her hips, digging in as I keep pumping into her. Sweat trickles down my back as it arches. My tongue flickers over the bite on her neck, the metallic tang of her blood mingling with her perfume.
It's like a damn breaking when I lose control. I can feel her. I can feel everyone around us. Every breath, every heartbeat in the Carnival comes into focus while I drown inside of her. I'm everywhere and nowhere, everyone and no one. Panting I press my face into the crook of her neck, trying to catch my breath and come back to being me. Whoever I am.
Lydia:
The room is spinning, time standing still. I try to center myself and clear the haze from my brain. My nerve endings are frayed. I'm grateful for his weight pressing against me or I may never come down.
Something has changed, a piece of me that I've held hidden, protected from the world is now found in his every breath. He's exposed me, I've given him everything I have inside. I'm terrified, relieved, happy and sad. Every possible emotion is pouring off me in waves.
He rolls to the side looking at me. I prop myself on my elbow regarding him just the same. I can't help but wonder what thoughts are racing through his brain, is he as effected as I? There's time enough for that tomorrow when the spell is broken, when we have to deal with the world outside these aluminum walls.
I lean forward kissing him deeply effectively begging him not to say a word. The morning is still hours away. I will drink from him until I get my fill, until neither of us can form a coherent thought. Learning every inch of the others flesh, memorizing each sound we make.
We have tonight and right now it's enough.
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