Dreams
Title: Dreams
Characters: Maya/Sylar
Rating: R
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: “I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, anytime, night or day.”
Note: KW Verse for Cana.Takes place after Sylar got the dreaming power.
Smut to come in the last chapter.Inspirited by the song All I Have To Do by the Everly Brothers.
It's sorta creepy now lol :P Written for un_love_you prompt #27: authors choice.
Parts: 1, 2
The stinging slap to the face bolts him up from sleep, gasping, while the knee pressing uncomfortably against his testicles sends a pained jolt into his belly, the nerves sparking horribly. Maya pulls her hand back, face screwed up in anger. She digs her knee harder into his groin and he curls away from her, groaning, as she jumps up from his bed. Hand cupping himself he rises, head still groggy with sleep.
“Wait - what the hell was that for!?”
“Stop messing with my dreams you pervert!” She jabs her finger into his chest before flicking her hand at his face again, dismissive and walks out, hissing something in Spanish. Following her quickly he thinks that he really needs to learn the language. Maya walks into the garden situated outside his living quarters, bare legs flashing as she pads along in the grass. He keeps the smile off his face, barely.
“What are you accusing me of now?” Taking her forearm he pulls her to stop and swings her around. She throws her head back irritably, teeth bared.
“Don’t play that with me! You’re in my dreams, you’re making me dream things! Changing them!”
“What things?” His voice is to innocent and she puffs up like a pissed off cat.
“Dios! You’re sick Gabriel!” She struggles back from his hold but he jerks her back, eyes fierce.
“I didn’t change anything. Don’t blame me for what your subconscious is trying to tell you Maya. You’re angry for having those types of dreams about me and you want someone to blame and - like always - that’s me.”
“Stop trying to come off as the wounded one! You’re violating my head!” She hits the side of his head sharply and he growls.
“For Christ’s sake! I didn’t do anything! You still want me, just admit it!” He pulls her up against him, bending down closer to her. Maya glares into him, a strange noise rumbling at the back of her throat and he dodges her in time as she tries to knee him again.
“So you were in them?! You can’t do that to me Gabriel, you have no right!” Her chest heaves, forehead creased with rage. His hands tightens brutally around her wrists but his eyes soften.
“I just wanted to see, that’s all. I swear to you.” Maya laughs shrilly at that and his mouth twists. “You made me believe you dream about him, you wanted to rile me up!” Mohinder, he knew something must have happened between them even if she never says so. But she never denies it either.
Maya stills and a petty humour shines out of her eyes. She shrugs her shoulder, head titling. “So? It worked didn’t it?”
His eyes widen and he shakes her, teeth bared. Then he laughs suddenly “You’re spiteful bitch you know that? All that emotion you’re bottling up about me, the feelings you don‘t want to face are making you bitter. You want this.” He glides his hands down her sides, feeling the way the material rubs smooth again her skin. When his fingers skim her across her breasts she scowls, pulling away.
“You’re deluded! I don’t give a shit if you’re horny or some crap! You think us having sex would make things better, change? Get real! They’re only dreams, you understand? I don’t want you, not ever. You disgust me.” She practically spits the last words, face a breaths span away from his. Her chest pants against his as he crushes her harder to him, hands cupping her behind.
“You’re a liar Maya, you’re the one deluding herself. I haven‘t forgot what you did in those dreams, they way you moaned and screamed for me as I fucked you like an animal. You dreamed that.” She scoffs at him, face heating, really struggling now but he won’t let go.
“And I wake wanting to be sick Gabriel! You don’t need me and you can’t! You’ve still got that ridiculous illusion right? Use that, not me!” Her hands push against his shoulders and she stares into his eyes, angry and mocking again.
“It’s not enough, it’s never enough…” His fingers brush her hair back from her flushed cheek and cups the side of her face hard as he dips his head down to hers “Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream.” He utters in a soft sing song, mouth holding a strange smile and Maya feels her belly turn over as the pressure against her body intensifies.
TBC...
Characters: Maya/Sylar
Rating: R
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: “I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, anytime, night or day.”
Note: KW Verse for Cana.Takes place after Sylar got the dreaming power.
Smut to come in the last chapter.Inspirited by the song All I Have To Do by the Everly Brothers.
It's sorta creepy now lol :P Written for un_love_you prompt #27: authors choice.
Parts: 1, 2
The stinging slap to the face bolts him up from sleep, gasping, while the knee pressing uncomfortably against his testicles sends a pained jolt into his belly, the nerves sparking horribly. Maya pulls her hand back, face screwed up in anger. She digs her knee harder into his groin and he curls away from her, groaning, as she jumps up from his bed. Hand cupping himself he rises, head still groggy with sleep.
“Wait - what the hell was that for!?”
“Stop messing with my dreams you pervert!” She jabs her finger into his chest before flicking her hand at his face again, dismissive and walks out, hissing something in Spanish. Following her quickly he thinks that he really needs to learn the language. Maya walks into the garden situated outside his living quarters, bare legs flashing as she pads along in the grass. He keeps the smile off his face, barely.
“What are you accusing me of now?” Taking her forearm he pulls her to stop and swings her around. She throws her head back irritably, teeth bared.
“Don’t play that with me! You’re in my dreams, you’re making me dream things! Changing them!”
“What things?” His voice is to innocent and she puffs up like a pissed off cat.
“Dios! You’re sick Gabriel!” She struggles back from his hold but he jerks her back, eyes fierce.
“I didn’t change anything. Don’t blame me for what your subconscious is trying to tell you Maya. You’re angry for having those types of dreams about me and you want someone to blame and - like always - that’s me.”
“Stop trying to come off as the wounded one! You’re violating my head!” She hits the side of his head sharply and he growls.
“For Christ’s sake! I didn’t do anything! You still want me, just admit it!” He pulls her up against him, bending down closer to her. Maya glares into him, a strange noise rumbling at the back of her throat and he dodges her in time as she tries to knee him again.
“So you were in them?! You can’t do that to me Gabriel, you have no right!” Her chest heaves, forehead creased with rage. His hands tightens brutally around her wrists but his eyes soften.
“I just wanted to see, that’s all. I swear to you.” Maya laughs shrilly at that and his mouth twists. “You made me believe you dream about him, you wanted to rile me up!” Mohinder, he knew something must have happened between them even if she never says so. But she never denies it either.
Maya stills and a petty humour shines out of her eyes. She shrugs her shoulder, head titling. “So? It worked didn’t it?”
His eyes widen and he shakes her, teeth bared. Then he laughs suddenly “You’re spiteful bitch you know that? All that emotion you’re bottling up about me, the feelings you don‘t want to face are making you bitter. You want this.” He glides his hands down her sides, feeling the way the material rubs smooth again her skin. When his fingers skim her across her breasts she scowls, pulling away.
“You’re deluded! I don’t give a shit if you’re horny or some crap! You think us having sex would make things better, change? Get real! They’re only dreams, you understand? I don’t want you, not ever. You disgust me.” She practically spits the last words, face a breaths span away from his. Her chest pants against his as he crushes her harder to him, hands cupping her behind.
“You’re a liar Maya, you’re the one deluding herself. I haven‘t forgot what you did in those dreams, they way you moaned and screamed for me as I fucked you like an animal. You dreamed that.” She scoffs at him, face heating, really struggling now but he won’t let go.
“And I wake wanting to be sick Gabriel! You don’t need me and you can’t! You’ve still got that ridiculous illusion right? Use that, not me!” Her hands push against his shoulders and she stares into his eyes, angry and mocking again.
“It’s not enough, it’s never enough…” His fingers brush her hair back from her flushed cheek and cups the side of her face hard as he dips his head down to hers “Whenever I want you all I have to do is dream.” He utters in a soft sing song, mouth holding a strange smile and Maya feels her belly turn over as the pressure against her body intensifies.
TBC...