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Sylar slept more soundly with her curled up at his side than he had...pretty much ever, really. He slept through the whole night, and alot more soundly then he normally did. It was...a nice change, to say the very least. Usually, he just slept for a few hours before getting up and going back on the road again.

Soon enough though, the sun was shining through the blinds of the motel room, rousing him. He yawned and turned in bed, gradually opening his eyes. He was so comfortable like this, he just allowed himself to lie in bed for a few minutes.

Finally, he pushed himself up and got out of bed, making his way to the bathroom. He couldn't help but remember Elle's comments about showering, and he was inclined to agree. He did smell a little, and he was rather sweaty and sticky still from the activities of the night before. So with that in mind he turned on the shower and stepped in.

He would have to make do with just bar soap, as Elle had thrown the body wash during their argument last night. But he couldn't even get himself to care about that.

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Elle was naturally a deep sleeper, and she didn't awaken until the shower running pulled her from a restful, dreamless sleep. Maybe there was nothing particularly special about that. But Elle would be lying if she'd never ached for someone's arms as she fell asleep, just knowing someone cared about her enough not to let go.

She awoke to that same thought with a smile, for once not cursing the rising sun. She even welcomed it. After a moment, she rolled onto her back and stretched like a cat with a soft mewl, and then padded into the bathroom quietly. She reached for their shared toothbrush to rid herself of morning breath, liberally applying toothpaste. "Have room for one more?" she asked sweetly, and then started brushing.

Edited 2009-11-18 07:03 (UTC)

Sylar laughed softly as he pulled back the curtain, grinning at her a little. There was something almost heartwarming about watching her stand there and use his toothbrush. "I think I can manage to make room for you," He mused with a smile.

She grinned, eyes twinkling, and leaned over to rinse out her mouth and put the toothbrush back before nearly skipping in with him. Immediately, she wrapped her arms around his waist for a hug, shivering as the water touched her. It certainly didn't help that his wet skin felt slick and soft, either.

"You smell much better now," she teased with a soft sigh.

He smirked, willingly wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him once she entered the shower. "Well, as long as I smell good, that's what's important," He replied playfully back.

She inched to the side, dipping her head back under the spray to wet her hair. She could probably use a quick wash too. "Definitely an improvement," she said with a grin, and then reached for the shampoo, still leaning against him.

He smirked and took the shampoo before Elle could grab it. He squeezed some into his hand and began to work it through her now wet, blonde hair.

With a soft hum, her eyes fluttered closed--his fingers felt so gentle and perfect. She inclined forward and pressed her lips to the center of his chest, her cheeks tickled by his hair.

He smiled as she leaned into him. His fingers massaged her scalp, working up a lather with the shampoo. Finally, he guided her under the spray to wash it out.

"Thanks," she whispered, reaching back to wring the suds out. Then she pressed close to him again, tilting her head out to brush her lips lightly, teasingly over his.

"I'm not done yet," He murmured with a smirk. Even though her hair needed to be conditioned, he instead opted to grab the soap, lather it up in hands before beginning to wash her back.

Elle inhaled deeply, slowly smiling curiously, her lashes fluttering at the tingling caresses of her hands.

He began to reach around to her front, running his lathered up hands over her breasts. He playfully flicked her nipples with his fingers as he contued to wash her.

She gasped softly, balanced her hips close on his and leaned back to give him room. Her palms ran down his shoulders, over his arms, and she licked her lips, her nipples perking in answer.

He smirked as his response and ran cupped his hands over her breasts, massaging them amongst the suds. He leaned in to whisper teasingly into her ear. "You're very dirty."

Her breathy moan trailed into a low laugh, and between her legs throbbed and dampened at his flushing breath and words. "And you like it," she murmured, and then reached down to playfully squeeze his ass and push his hips closer.

"I do," He murmured, grabbing her breasts a little harder now as she pushed him closer to her, his erection pressed against her thigh. He'd be lying if he said she wasn't attractive looking, all wet like this.

"Maybe you should make me a little dirtier," she smirked mischievously, her breath shallow and quick. It was almost overwhelming, his hardness insistent against her, and his hands just as affecting.

"That would kind of defeat the point of showering, don't you think," He teased playfully, pressing her against the shower wall now. He leaned in, teasing his lips against hers as his fingers pinched at her nipples. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying how affected she was becoming from all of this.

Her lips parted, and she whimper with each sighing breath. The shower wall was cold, but he was warm and and solid quickly speeding her heart away. Elle followed his soft lips, trying to capture them, his hot exhales maddening against hers. "The shower will be here when we're done," she promised, reaching between their pressed bodies to lightly brush her fingers against his wet erection.

"I suppose that's true," He gasped in response as her fingers brushed against his erection. He let one of his hands slip down from her breasts down her body, brushing against her wet curls. "I guess it would be okay to dirty you up then," He leaned in, pressing his lips fully against hers now.

Elle moaned into his mouth, shifting her legs wider, tensing with anticipation. Her tongue licked between his lips, past his teeth to caress his with another soft whimper. Any words she might have said died, and instead she slowly dragged her fingertips up the length of his cock, lingering at the head to circle the extra-sensitive nerves.

He eagerly opened his mouth to hers, meeting her tounge with his own. He moved his hand away from her curls, grabbing her wrist gently. He helped her lead his erection to her entrance, positioning it correctly as his body shivered in anticipation.

This certainly was not an unpleasant way to start his day.

This was probably the most pleasant start to any day Elle had ever experienced. With a hitched, excited breath, she stroked him gently, pulling him forward to rub his tip over her clit. She shuddered and lifted her leg, balancing it precariously on the ledge of the bathtub.

Sylar placed his hands at her hips as he pressed inside of her now, groaning out in pleasure. It was weird to think that a couple of days ago she had been fighting him tooth and nail as he kidnapped her, and now they were screwing inside of the shower.

She gasped and clung to his shoulders, her head rolling back to the tiles. She probably couldn't think about anything else but how he inched inside of her, even if she tried.