Sylar + Elle w/some pudding on the side
Wendy caught me between the hours of 9-10pm... let's just say, enjoy!
Title: A side of pudding
Characters: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R
Summary: Elle has just finished making some pudding... who has to clean it all up?
A/N: Someone... won't say who gave me Prison Break as a prompt a tad too late. So instead you get dessert goodness!
Gabriel smiled as he headed back towards the bathroom, peeling his shirt off as he went. He was very fastidious, and while he didn't hesitate to get dirty, he was almost obsessive about showering every time he worked up any kind of a sweat. The dishwasher stopped its cycle and unlocked, Elle opened the door and put away the glasses while the dishes inside cooled. In the meantime, she scrubbed and dried the baking dish. When the dishes were finally cool enough to touch, she put them away, enjoying the simple routine of it all. Elle missed work and being out in the field, but her priorities were shifting, and it was nice to just do normal, domestic things. She was standing on the footstool, putting away the big bowl she had used for the pudding, and had closed the cabinet door when Gabriel's hands closed around her waist, lifting and swinging her around until she was sitting on the island, her legs dangling down. He was just wearing a towel, and drops of water were still visible on his chest and back. He stood between her legs, slipping his hands under her skirt, teasing his way up her inner thighs until he reached her center.
"You aren't wearing any underwear," he said huskily.
"No bra, either," she replied, leaning forward to kiss her way up his shoulder and neck. He moved one hand out from under Elle's skirt and pulled at the tie on her waist holding the wrap sweater closed. As the sweater swung free it exposed her breasts, he stroked her heat with one finger, teasing, and pulling her in by the neck with his other for a deep kiss. "You are so bad," he growled, and thrust two fingers inside of her, beginning to move in and out of Elle, his thumb pressing against her clitoris. She nipped his earlobe, then drew it into her mouth to suck it as she scratched her nails lightly in random circles, before returning to place more bites across his neck and chest. The hand behind her neck moved to one breast, as he bent his head to the other, biting and sucking every inch of skin as he kneaded the other, alternating firm pressure with light fingertip brushes.
Elle reached down with one hand and undid his towel, she licked her palm and grasped his shaft firmly, stroking in the same rhythm with which his fingers were delving into her. As Elle's hand came up to the tip of him, she ran her thumb across his head, the wetness of her saliva mixing with the fluid that had beaded there. This caused him to remove his fingers from her momentarily, but she gasped as he shifted his grip and plunged three fingers inside of her, grasping her from the inside out as he rubbed his thumb across her clitoris. Elle's hand jerked on him before she regained her rhythm. She started varying the pressure with which she squeezed him as Elle continued to stroke her hand up and down the length of him. His fingers found her G-spot as he started curling his fingers inside of her, as he stroked, renewing his assault on her breasts. Taking an engorged nipple lightly in his teeth, he blew on it as his other finger rubbed its match with increasing pressure. Elle removed her hand from around him, licking her palm again, determined to hold out as long as he did. Quickening her strokes along him, she felt the pressure inside of her start building, so she rubbed her thumb across his head firmly, once, twice, a third time, as he did the same with his thumb. Suddenly, his fingers inside her twisted and curled against Elle's inner walls, as she lost herself, clenching around him and crying out his name. He continued twisting his fingers within her, prolonging her spasms, but the hand on Elle's breast was now pulling her sweater off her shoulders, as his tongue continued to draw circles on her heated skin. Elle's sweater finally gone, he lifted her with one arm off the island and removed his hand from inside of her just as she came again, pulling her skirt off and tossing it aside with the discarded towel. Elle was still lost in her climax as he set her back down, pulled her towards the edge of the island, and spread her legs to enter her. "Gaaaabriel!" She cried, as he re-entered her slowly, grasping her hips and jerking her onto him with all of his weight behind him at the end of his thrust.
"Elle, you are no angel at all," he groaned. The pace he was setting was consuming her, those jerks at the end of each stroke sending spikes of sensation through her entire body. Elle was clawing his back, her head thrown back as she panted and moaned his name. Shifting his hands until they were grasping Elle from underneath her rear end, he then changed his pace, sliding into her smoothly and quickly, but with less force. Pulling Elle forward towards him and tilting his hands under her until my knees came up, almost resting upon his chest, he sped up again. With her knees raised so high, her clitoris was actually rubbing against his stomach as he entered her, the friction building, until Elle screamed "Sylar!" and jerked with the force of her orgasm. "Goddamnit Elle!" he cried, entering her one last time as she felt him explode within her.
Elle's legs unfolded, the motion of them descending causing him to leave her. He stepped closer and she wrapped her arms around him tightly as they breathed, listening to each other's hearts pound.
"We're going to wear out the island," she said, licking her lips and clearing her throat.
"And the bed. And the wall. And the tub. And the bathroom wall. We haven't been in the basement yet. Did you know Nathan has a pool table?"
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She had actually managed to get her hair washed while they were taking a shower when Elle had dropped the soap. Shooting him a glance over her shoulder, She bent to pick it up, and like clockwork, his hands pulled her towards him. She was definitely going to take in more calories just to keep up with all this exercise.
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Gabriel reached for the tie on the bathrobe, pulling it open as he swooped in for a kiss. Elle squealed as the first spoonful of cold pudding landed between her breasts.
Title: A side of pudding
Characters: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R
Summary: Elle has just finished making some pudding... who has to clean it all up?
A/N: Someone... won't say who gave me Prison Break as a prompt a tad too late. So instead you get dessert goodness!
Gabriel smiled as he headed back towards the bathroom, peeling his shirt off as he went. He was very fastidious, and while he didn't hesitate to get dirty, he was almost obsessive about showering every time he worked up any kind of a sweat. The dishwasher stopped its cycle and unlocked, Elle opened the door and put away the glasses while the dishes inside cooled. In the meantime, she scrubbed and dried the baking dish. When the dishes were finally cool enough to touch, she put them away, enjoying the simple routine of it all. Elle missed work and being out in the field, but her priorities were shifting, and it was nice to just do normal, domestic things. She was standing on the footstool, putting away the big bowl she had used for the pudding, and had closed the cabinet door when Gabriel's hands closed around her waist, lifting and swinging her around until she was sitting on the island, her legs dangling down. He was just wearing a towel, and drops of water were still visible on his chest and back. He stood between her legs, slipping his hands under her skirt, teasing his way up her inner thighs until he reached her center.
"You aren't wearing any underwear," he said huskily.
"No bra, either," she replied, leaning forward to kiss her way up his shoulder and neck. He moved one hand out from under Elle's skirt and pulled at the tie on her waist holding the wrap sweater closed. As the sweater swung free it exposed her breasts, he stroked her heat with one finger, teasing, and pulling her in by the neck with his other for a deep kiss. "You are so bad," he growled, and thrust two fingers inside of her, beginning to move in and out of Elle, his thumb pressing against her clitoris. She nipped his earlobe, then drew it into her mouth to suck it as she scratched her nails lightly in random circles, before returning to place more bites across his neck and chest. The hand behind her neck moved to one breast, as he bent his head to the other, biting and sucking every inch of skin as he kneaded the other, alternating firm pressure with light fingertip brushes.
Elle reached down with one hand and undid his towel, she licked her palm and grasped his shaft firmly, stroking in the same rhythm with which his fingers were delving into her. As Elle's hand came up to the tip of him, she ran her thumb across his head, the wetness of her saliva mixing with the fluid that had beaded there. This caused him to remove his fingers from her momentarily, but she gasped as he shifted his grip and plunged three fingers inside of her, grasping her from the inside out as he rubbed his thumb across her clitoris. Elle's hand jerked on him before she regained her rhythm. She started varying the pressure with which she squeezed him as Elle continued to stroke her hand up and down the length of him. His fingers found her G-spot as he started curling his fingers inside of her, as he stroked, renewing his assault on her breasts. Taking an engorged nipple lightly in his teeth, he blew on it as his other finger rubbed its match with increasing pressure. Elle removed her hand from around him, licking her palm again, determined to hold out as long as he did. Quickening her strokes along him, she felt the pressure inside of her start building, so she rubbed her thumb across his head firmly, once, twice, a third time, as he did the same with his thumb. Suddenly, his fingers inside her twisted and curled against Elle's inner walls, as she lost herself, clenching around him and crying out his name. He continued twisting his fingers within her, prolonging her spasms, but the hand on Elle's breast was now pulling her sweater off her shoulders, as his tongue continued to draw circles on her heated skin. Elle's sweater finally gone, he lifted her with one arm off the island and removed his hand from inside of her just as she came again, pulling her skirt off and tossing it aside with the discarded towel. Elle was still lost in her climax as he set her back down, pulled her towards the edge of the island, and spread her legs to enter her. "Gaaaabriel!" She cried, as he re-entered her slowly, grasping her hips and jerking her onto him with all of his weight behind him at the end of his thrust.
"Elle, you are no angel at all," he groaned. The pace he was setting was consuming her, those jerks at the end of each stroke sending spikes of sensation through her entire body. Elle was clawing his back, her head thrown back as she panted and moaned his name. Shifting his hands until they were grasping Elle from underneath her rear end, he then changed his pace, sliding into her smoothly and quickly, but with less force. Pulling Elle forward towards him and tilting his hands under her until my knees came up, almost resting upon his chest, he sped up again. With her knees raised so high, her clitoris was actually rubbing against his stomach as he entered her, the friction building, until Elle screamed "Sylar!" and jerked with the force of her orgasm. "Goddamnit Elle!" he cried, entering her one last time as she felt him explode within her.
Elle's legs unfolded, the motion of them descending causing him to leave her. He stepped closer and she wrapped her arms around him tightly as they breathed, listening to each other's hearts pound.
"We're going to wear out the island," she said, licking her lips and clearing her throat.
"And the bed. And the wall. And the tub. And the bathroom wall. We haven't been in the basement yet. Did you know Nathan has a pool table?"
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She had actually managed to get her hair washed while they were taking a shower when Elle had dropped the soap. Shooting him a glance over her shoulder, She bent to pick it up, and like clockwork, his hands pulled her towards him. She was definitely going to take in more calories just to keep up with all this exercise.
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Gabriel reached for the tie on the bathrobe, pulling it open as he swooped in for a kiss. Elle squealed as the first spoonful of cold pudding landed between her breasts.