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Fic- Whatever it takes 27

Title- Whatever it takes 27
Author- Faythbrady
Genre- Epic brain-crushing novel-sized drama
Show/Ship- Heroes, Claire/Sylar
Rating- this part NC17
Disclaimer- I own part shares in Sylar's soul.
Summary- In this part things get hot and heavy. No plot advancement so if you are too young and onnocent, feel free to skip you miss nothing. Basically- they done sex.



Chapter 27

He wanted to ask if she was sure, he wanted to beg her not to tease but the thought that she could withdraw her words was too much and he had never claimed to be a good guy.

She could love him. She could and he would show her how much he already loved her.

He clambered to his feet, wondering if the sudden change in position would scare her away, would make her change her mind, but she still looked up at him steadily with nothing but sincerity in her eyes.

He leaned down slowly, allowing her time to pull away before he pressed his lips to hers, hoping that she wouldn't feel the trembling in them; the fear that this was just another dream sent by cruel fate.

But the press of those soft lips against his was so very real and suddenly he didn't care if this was another psychotic break.

He reached up and tangled his hands in her thick blonde hair, feeling the silky tresses sliding under his fingers as he angled her head closer, sucking on her bottom lip, and dragging his teeth against the curve of it.

Claire shuddered slightly in his hands and he couldn’t help the smile that curved against her mouth. He dropped one hand from her hair and caught her around the waist, hauling her up against his chest to equal out the height difference a little.
She was so tiny, so delicate and fragile and yet strong. His indestructible cheerleader; a pom-pom with a core of pure steel.

Claire tasted of honey and coffee and toothpaste and he wanted to drown in the kiss, feeling her push back against him, her tongue now exploring his mouth in return. He ran his hands over the silky nightdress that she wore, the satin gliding over her skin as he walked her back towards the bed.

He lowered her to the sheets with infinite care, hoping that she could feel just how cherished she was in that one movement.

He knelt between her thighs as she lay sprawled on the bed, her hair fanned out and her nightdress hiked up her toned legs. He grinned wolfishly at the picture of sensual innocence that she made, splayed on her bed like a virgin sacrifice.

His sacrifice, his innocent.

He ducked his head and traced his tongue over her throat nibbling on her collarbone and slipping his thick fingers under the straps of her gown, following their descent with his lips.

Claire shivered under him, whimpering as more of her flesh was exposed to the cool night air. Goosebumps rose across her chest and arms, quickly soothed by the heat of Sylar’s torso as he leaned over her, pressing a quick, almost chaste kiss to her mouth, before following the curve of her neck down the other side and along her shoulder.

She tilted her head back, pressing desperately against the bed as his hot, eager mouth closed around one nipple, tugging with his teeth before soothing it with the flat of his tongue.

“Ohmigod,” she whispered, feeling his hands rake down her sides, the soft scratch of satin against skin heightening the sensations, making her shake all over.

And still he went slowly, lavishing the same amount of attention on her other breast before moving down, pulling her gown down as he made his progress along her body. He nibbled her hips and placed butterfly kisses over her stomach, worshipping her with each breath, determined to kiss or touch every inch of her.

He reached the apex of her thighs and grinned wickedly up at her as she caught her breath, staring into those deep dark eyes that had once scared her so very much. A very different type of promise waited in them now and with a mischievous smile he skirted around the one area she really needed him to touch and licked a line down her inner thigh.

She groaned in disappointment at his avoidance only to hiss as he blew cold air over the sensitive skin.

“Sylar!”

He flicked the nightdress off her and threw it over his shoulder before settling back into position.

Claire felt a moment’s hesitation as he stared at her thoughtfully.

“What?”

He licked his lips and ducked his head. “Heat.

His warm breath and something more skittered over her skin. A swell and rush of sensation flooded her and shot straight to her centre.

“Ohgod, ohmigod, what was that?” she gasped.

He grinned devilishly. “Excitement.

Adrenaline pulsed through her, her hands clenched into fists as her spine arched. She actually mewled as the feeling and felt his chuckle.

Ecstasy!

His power thrummed down her spine, pooling between her legs and she tossed her head, the spiral inside her climbing higher and higher. Her vision blurred and everything seemed to speed up as her hands tightened in the sheets. The world seemed to fade away until there was nothing but that coil of heat in her core, growing and pulsing until she came with a shudder and a scream.

She was still shaking as she came down from that incredible high and Sylar crawled up her body with a smug smile.

“Like that?”

“Mmm,” she managed and he licked his lips staring down at her like she was the answer to his prayers.

“Beautiful,” he said softly, pushing her hair away from her face.

She reached up and with a shaking hand touched his face. “Wow.”

He laughed sheepishly. “I’ve been thinking about that one for a while.”

“Anything else you’ve been thinking of, feel free.” She ran her fingertips down the strong line of his jaw with its five-o-clock shadow and then down his neck.

She had always admired his sculpted chest with its sparse dark hairs, wondering how a man that used powers over prowess managed to keep such a physique. Maybe he was gifted, maybe it was the gym or maybe… she should stop wondering and just touch him, feel those firm muscles and the taut skin which stretched over strength and power.

Her nails scraped over his nipples and he sucked in a breath, closing his eyes while she explored him as if he were her own personal playground.

And suddenly he was both too close and not close enough. She pushed him up off her and felt a pang at the panicked look in his eyes. Panicked, that is, until she flipped them over and straddled him.

She took her time, determined to make this last. But the emotions that boiled inside her weren’t calm.

Sylar was beneath her, his mouth open as ragged breaths caught in the silent air. Sylar was beneath her, the monster who had terrorized her and made her life a living hell. Sylar was beneath her, the man who’d waited and wanted and longed and loved.

He was under her hands and she could do anything to him and he’d let her.

Claire had all the power, all the control and it was a heady feeling to know that in her hands she held- not just the power of life and death- but the power to shatter this man. With three words she could raise him to heaven or she could break him into pieces.

I love you.

I hate you.


And she would rule him.

One thought rose above all others: This was where she wanted to be. This was who she wanted to be with.

Him. The monster. The man. Sylar.

He was hers.

Her mouth suddenly met his with all of the chaotic longing that had been swirling in her mind. She grabbed at his shoulders, pulled at his hair and planted kisses over his chin, his jaw, his eyes. She was restless and urgent as if it was essential that she taste him all at once.

His eyes contained questions as they met hers, but burned with renewed fire as he was swept up in her passion.

Her fingers danced over his muscles and she burned with the sheer strength of him, aroused so much she trembled with the effort of holding herself back.

Sylar had been planning on taking it slow, on being the one in control but she blew that to hell with her ardent ministrations. Fantasies, dreams, paled in comparison. Not even his most erotic daydream could begin to compare to the reality of her. She was so small and so damn soft that he fought to keep from crushing her; more than that, he feared marring her perfection with his tainted soul. But Claire was having none of it. She arched into him, demanding more. Her hands were slim and strong and curious, and need crashed through him like a freight train.

With a twist of his hips he flipped them over and met her eyes. The blood pounded in his veins, swam in his head until he thought he’d explode from it.

“Claire?”

“Please,” she whimpered.

The sound of Claire begging him drove all reason and all rationality from him and he thrust into her, keeping his eyes on hers all the while.

Her back bowed and she cried out again, her legs coming up to wrap around his waist.

The new position pushed him in even deeper and the gasp he heard could have come from either one of them
The friction built as Sylar set the rhythm, pushing and pushing until she was writhing in a mindless heap under him, her cries building and building until the wave of an orgasm washed over her body in a tide that slammed into her. She screamed, the sound tapering off as Sylar captured her lips, allowing her tongue to mimic the actions of his hips as he kept pumping in and out of her, muttering her name like a prayer against her mouth as he rode out his own climax.

Claire shuddered and shivered with the aftershocks as Sylar shifted slightly, moving so he wasn’t laying all his weight on top of her. He pulled her into his arms as he lay on his back, not letting go of her for a moment.

With a flick of his fingers the covers that had been unceremoniously kicked to the floor came up and covered their rapidly cooling bodies.

Claire tucked herself against Sylar, her head on his chest listening to the strong thrumming of his heart under her chin. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and stroked one long hand over her spine.

Neither of them had anything to say, both full of thoughts and empty of energy, just enjoying being with each other as they drifted into sleep.



Comments

( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
revdorothyl
Oct. 14th, 2012 10:07 pm (UTC)
Oh, so VERY satisfying! Thank you so much for letting me know this was posted! :)
faythbrady
Oct. 21st, 2012 08:23 pm (UTC)
thanks pet. more up soonas
gerriv
Oct. 14th, 2012 11:44 pm (UTC)
Finally! So very sexy too! Thanks for updating this story. Looking forward to more soon!
faythbrady
Oct. 21st, 2012 08:24 pm (UTC)
glad you're still reading. more soonas
1bill_sookie
Oct. 15th, 2012 02:48 am (UTC)
Can't wait to see the morning after.
faythbrady
Oct. 21st, 2012 08:24 pm (UTC)
thank you for coming back- hope you enjoy the next part
means2bhuman
Nov. 26th, 2012 07:51 am (UTC)
Yikes. A continuation of that 'subjective reality' - one little nightmare and he's spooked for unnaturally long life. Understandably.

I'll admit, I rarely know what to say when commenting on an NC-17 fic. This was hot and wonderful.

I liked "honey and toothpaste" because its like...fantasy and reality in one description of the same thing. Or maybe its more simple, like, Claire and the product she uses.

"He lowered her to the sheets with infinite care, hoping that she could feel just how cherished she was in that one movement." -- That is so sweet, I don't know what to say.

Hmm, very sexy virgin sacrifice alright!

I dunno, I think Sylar's eyes are almost *always* scary! Except when he's doing his sad-puppy face. At the same time, that's part of their charm.

LOL! "Been thinking about that one for a while." and "Whatever else you've been thinking about feel free" He has had some time to plan, hasn't he?

Glad I'm not the only one who wonders how Sylar keeps in shape. But, yes, who cares, just touch him, Claire!

"Her fingers danced over his muscles and she burned with the sheer strength of him, aroused so much she trembled with the effort of holding herself back." -- That's intense.

And that orgasmic paragraph is very sexy. I kind of like that the sex isn't how I pictured it, weird as that is to say. Great job as usual.
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