[just a little lie] Blonde Paperweights
Elle: [is wearing this coat with this beneath it. it's a classic!]
Sylar: [it is]
Elle: [it's not pink or red either]
Sylar: [thank God]
Elle: [it's leather...]
Sylar: [likes leather!]
Elle: [no lame zipper to cheat with]
Elle: [says he works too much in the office in house, and wants to give him something else to work over]
Sylar: [smirks. gets to unwrap her like a present]
Elle: [she's the right size too, no need to return or exchange]
Sylar: [yep]
Elle: [lets her fingers tease at the tie around her waist]
Sylar: [shifts, creeping towards the edge of where he's sitting, and reaches to put a hand at her hip]
Elle: You should take a break.
Sylar: I'm thinking about it. [okay, more than thinking -- she has his attention now]
Elle: [looks to him, her hand slipping in toward a button, popping it open] Thinking is always good.
Sylar: [hums] Plan on trying to convince me?
Elle: [pops another button open] I think I have a very persuasive argument.
Sylar: [drops his hand away from her hip, eyes watching the movement of her fingers as she undoes the buttons] Let's see it, then.
Elle: [unfastens the belt, letting it drop to her sides, before returning to pop open the few remaining buttons, but keeping the coat closed, an evaluative glance to him] I mean, if you're busy... I could come later.
Sylar: Like you said. I should take a break.
Elle: [reaches for his hand and sets it to the lapel] So take one.
Sylar: [looks up at her from under his eyebrows, then away as he pushes the coat open. he smirks again at the sight of the corset, eyes raking over her] Mm. Yeah, I'd say that's convincing.
Elle: [takes a breath, shifting her stance slightly, the soft click of her heels hitting the tile a few times as she moves closer to him, letting the coat drop off her shoulders and to the ground] I thought it might be.
Sylar: [brushes his fingers down over the rise of one of her breast and through the little gaps between the laces on the side, his hand coming to rest at her hip again. keeps it there for a moment, warmth sinking into her skin, and then tugs at the g-string a bit, somewhere between teasing and testing]
Elle: [might let her hip have a bit more give than required from a teasing tug like that, but it's not like she minds moving closer to him]
Sylar: [is, apparently, in his desk chair at -- obviously -- his desk. so, he pushes away from it a little, putting space between the chair and the desk, and moves his hand to her wrist, fingers curling there to tug her between him and the furniture]
Elle: [goes where she's tugged, she's such a good girl when she wants to be, even takes those small petite steps that make her heels click that many more times, it's a bit slutty, but who is she kidding, she's there to get fucked]
Sylar: [isn't complaining. lets her go, hand to her hip again to guide her back against the desk, hoping she'll get whatever little hint he's giving and sit on it for him]
Elle: [she'd sit on it, bend over it, she's pretty much a-okay at taking direction, and her palms press to the edge lifting herself up onto it, sitting like a blonde paperweight dressed in leather]
Sylar: [is probably far more amused by her complacency than he should be, but ... whatever. it works for him. pushes the chair back a bit further so he can lean forward, lips brushing over her skin in the space where the corset ends and the g-string starts]
Elle: [leans slightly, just enough to give his mouth a bit more skin, her fingers threading through his hair, noticing how darn long it's getting, not that she minds, but her fingers slide through it, teasing all the way to the ends]
Sylar: [really needs a haircut -- is going to look like a hippie here before long. like, this is beyond the whole semi-long thing he had going. but at any rate, he hums against her skin, pleased]
Elle: [extends her leg out, letting the top of her foot brush to whatever part of him she can reach... damn being short]
Sylar: [eh, it could be worse. moves his mouth to one of her thighs, letting his lips linger there as his fingers shift to start undoing her corset leisurely]
Elle: [takes a breath inward, just to allow his fingers that extra bit of gap to slide between ties and skin, parting her legs a bit more against the surface of the desk as she feels his breath warm on her skin]
Sylar: [flicks his tongue over her skin, teasingly, a smirk curling his lips. just lingers there for a moment, palm pressing flat against what little of her stomach he's managed to reveal, and then he pulls his mouth away. has to, to see what he's doing with the ties, unfortunately, and that is way more important than just teasing her]
Elle: [lets her fingers stray through his hair, brushing it back away from his forehead and backward against the top of his head, since it's very - very long at this point]
Sylar: [turns his head into her hand, making a soft noise of approval, and glances up at her from under his eyebrows. he doesn't say anything, just watches her for a moment, then looks away, back to work at unlacing her corset, fingers tracing over her skin every time he gets a bit more undone]
Elle: [takes in shallow breaths as his fingers move against her skin, just watching his hands move across her form, twisting her fingers lightly through his hair, just letting it spiral around her fingertips]
Sylar: [manages to get the corset undone, and he pulls the lace free, dumping it unceremoniously on the desk. looks her over almost thoughtfully -- if they were those kind of people, he'd probably tell her how beautiful she was right now -- and then leans in to her breast, tongue flicking over her skin]
Elle: [exhales with a bit of relief, since the corset was holding her all in, as it gets dropped to the desk, her palm pressing hard into the edge of the desk, using it for leverage to lift herself into a more upright proper posture, though, her elbow falters slightly from that lock when his tongue makes contact to her skin]
Sylar: [might not have Lydia's ability in this verse, but he can still feel her reaction in the way she moves. makes a soft, amused noise and does it again, curling his fingers around her other breast, massaging lightly. may or may not be trying to see how long he can torture her before she just jumps him]
Elle: [just tightens her grip on the desk and in his hair, trying to keep her resolve and keep her hands to her damn self, but he's quite.... alluring, hypnotic, you know all those things that seem to naturally draw her to him]
Sylar: [always liked dangerously charismatic, himself. but whatever works for her. smirks into her skin, then wraps his lips around one of her nipples, carefully]
Elle: [dangerously charismatic does seem very fitting, you know what else is very fitting? that mouth of his... which causes her to take in a deep breath, rising her breasts up toward his mouth, biting on her lower lip trying to stifle a whimper]
Sylar: [flicks his tongue over her nipple, removing his mouth for just an instant to ask if he's bothering her before he closes it back over her skin, sucking lightly. turns his eyes up, trying to watch her reactions]
Elle: [he had stopped and as he questioned her she just shook her head in response, eager for his mouth to return to her skin, glancing down to catch his line of sight, her breathing heavy and slow, just watching the rise and fall of her chest and the heated stare from his gaze]
Sylar: [keeps his mouth where it is, though he moves his hand, fingers sliding down away from her breast to rest at her hip. traces his fingers over the rise of her hipbone lightly, then slips his hand under the edge of the g-string, brushing over her]
Elle: [lets a short gasp exhale at that contact, her thighs parting a bit further as she's seated on the desk, just an easy lifting of her leg and letting it settle once more, a bit wider of a seated position, her hand resting to her knee for a moment, before it moves to his shoulder, sliding down toward the collar of his shirt and sliding her touch beneath to skin]
Sylar: [shifts a bit, both so he can lean into her hand and so he can move his own, fingers sliding down a bit further to brush over her clit. though the g-string in itself is starting to get a bit annoying, just because it's in the way. not that he takes his mouth away from her breast to say this]
Elle: [moves her hand from tucked into the collar to popping buttons open, one handed, as her other hand moves away from his hair and to the strap at her hip, tugging it down and lifting herself up one side, then the other to get the thing off of her, and letting it fall down her legs to the floor, right over those heels she still has on]
Sylar: [lets her get it off, though rather than do anything more, he pulls away, getting to his feet so he can position himself between her legs. ducks his head to kiss her, one hand moving back to her hip as he leans]
Elle: [sits up straighter once more, leaning up into the kiss, her ankles tangling around the backs of his legs, holding him closer to her, despite her still being mostly seated on the actual desk]
Sylar: [slips a hand down between them, brushing over her again teasingly before he moves to undo his fly. getting her to jump him would have been all well and good, but really, he's getting impatient. it sucks sometimes]
Elle: [doesn't mind the impatience at all, in fact at the sound of his zipper getting dragged down, she inches forward toward the edge of the desk, her arms lacing around his shoulders as her head tilts, allowing that kiss to deepen with a soft moan]
Sylar: [pushes his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers with a low sound of his own, and moves his hand to his hips, pushing his pants down on one side and then the other, hastily]
Elle: [her knees lift up slightly, letting her heel catch to fabric and tug a bit down as well, before she lets a hand loosen from around his shoulder and down his chest, pushing at the waist of his boxers, before she just skips that and slips her hand into them, taking a light hold of him]
Sylar: [whatever he was doing or planning on doing? it's completely forgotten as her fingers curl around him. moans into her mouth, hips jerking into her hand, his cock practically twitching]
Elle: [swallows that moan, her grip settling a bit more firm against him as he moved into her hand, more inching toward the edge of the desk, guiding her knees to rest up higher against his hips, just getting herself nearer to his cock in her hand]
Sylar: [puts his hand back to her hip, fingers digging in a bit, though it's more reflex than anything else. he does manage to consciously shift a bit, though, arching into her hand and further, towards her]
Elle: [wonders, in the back of her mind, if he wants her this way, seated before him, or another way, but isn't really sure if there's much time to ask, so instead she just lets her legs graze lightly to his thighs, keeping her touch on him slightly insistent, as she parts from their kiss to breathe, panting lightly against his mouth]
Sylar: [this way is fine -- it's not like he'd really want to move, even if it wasn't, though -- and he slides a hand between them, fingers curling around her wrist. doesn't pull her hand away, mostly because what she's doing feels too damn good, but there's a sense like he at least thought about it, just so they could actually go somewhere with this]
Elle: [makes a soft sound at the pressure against her wrist, moving her hand away, but she releases her hand, moving it against his skin, and up his chest, sliding under the undone buttons and toward his shoulder]
Sylar: [has a second or two where it occurs to him that they're probably going to ruin whatever he was working on, then decides he doesn't care much about that, either. leans into her fingers a bit, one hand moving to tug his boxers down off of his hips. puts his arm around her once they're down, palm coming to rest against the small of her back, and shuffles just a bit so that he can get closer to push into her]
Elle: [she'd very nearly settled to the edge of the desk, teetering there, just close to him and as he moves even closer she can't help but lean back into the touch at the small of her back, using that for balance, assuming that eventually, she could lie atop the scattered paperwork and make it slightly less of a balancing act]
Sylar: [figures they'll end up on top of the desk at some point, too, and actually ... tries to move them in that direction a bit awkwardly]
Elle: [eases back, though really unless he wants to climb up there, he could just ... stand there at the edge of the desk, she's tiny as it is, easy to move too, and so she'll just lay back, letting her touch run against her own body, since his at the moment was a tiny bit too far away]
Sylar: [standing at the edge of the desk works for him. though he does sort of half stretch out over her, pressing a kiss to her skin where he can reach it. don't expect him to let his lips linger too long, though -- leaning over like that is damn uncomfortable]
Elle: [appreciates the effort, even leans up slightly to make it less awkward, but doesn't mind at all when he stands back up, her heels catching to drawer handles, keeping her legs from just hanging there, giving her a tiny bit of leverage as well, despite the dangerous risk of those heels getting caught in the handles]
Sylar: [can get her out if she gets caught. moves a bit with her and catches one of her wrists, bringing it up to his mouth to press a kiss there, mouth willing to linger this time. and once they're all happy and settled, he arches into her properly, moaning]
Elle: [keeps her arm there, letting his mouth press to her wrist, focusing on that little bit of pressure before she feels her body get pressed a bit away from his body, that force of him entering her, sliding her slightly against the papers, using her heels to tug herself back toward him, and in turn him a bit deeper into her]
Sylar: [moans softly against her wrist, his eyes fluttering closed, and holds there for a moment before pulling away to find a rhythm for them]
Elle: [lets her hand drop back to her skin, tugging a bit at her breast before her hand finds purchase on the surface of the desk, pressing down against papers to keep her in place as best she can]
Sylar: [moves his hand back to her hip, this time to steady her rather than just because he likes her hips, and drops her wrist, his fingers moving to ghost over her stomach as he thrusts into her]
Elle: [shifts with his motions into her, lifting just enough to give him a better angle into her, as she lets her fingers brush atop his over her skin]
Sylar: [makes a soft noise, almost a moan, and lets his fingers drift higher, brushing over her breast]
Elle: [lets her hands travel with his, following his touch across her skin, rocking forward slightly deepening the motions he puts into her]
Sylar: [closes his hand over her breast again, kneading at it idly. he'd probably be less lazy about it if he weren't so focused on the movement of his hips and the feel of her around him]
Elle: [doesn't mind the languid motion against her breast and certainly doesn't mind that steady rhythm into her either]
Sylar: [continues to move his hands over her for a few more seconds, then he's moving his hand away, back over her stomach and down. slips his fingers between them, brushing over her clit again]
Elle: [arches her back slightly, using that to leverage herself toward him, rocking herself down against him as she feels that slight bit of a flutter come around him within her, that press against her clit, stirring a low gasp from her]
Sylar: [moans a bit, softly, and keeps at it, drawing lazy circles over her with his fingers. his lack of speed is intentional this time -- forced, almost -- wanting to keep his fingers out of time with the press of his hips just for contrast]
Elle: [the shallow panting grows into a whimpering moan, timed pretty much against the motion of his hips, being nearly pushed from her even as she rocks against his motions, trying to figure out which she wants more, as her fingers ghost down her stomach and settle atop his fingers, trying to make his motions a bit quicker against her]
Sylar: [picks up the pace just a bit at her urging, but then again, he also picks up with his hips. the latter seems largely reflexive, though -- a response to the tension building in his stomach]
Elle: [lifts up slightly, letting her shoulders press herself forward, meeting his motions as best as she can, letting her hand shift slightly lower, pressing the tips of her fingers lightly to his shaft as he withdraws from her and as he re-enters, feeling her own slickness against his cock]
Sylar: [almost whimpers, closing his eyes, heat rising up from his toes. and he picks up the pace with his hips and his fingers, both matching time now, not really possessing of the will power to keep them out of sync anymore, so close to the edge now. he's at least trying to hold it together, though, hoping to have her break first]
Elle: [she's not so concerned with the pace or rhythm of any of it as long as it doesn't stop, she's a-okay, feeling that low burn building deep in her that tightens around him, letting her walls hold to him, feeling every slight motion, every inch of him pressed to her, her breathing nearing a stutter of gasps, high pitched and wanting]
Sylar: [grits his teeth just a bit, still trying to hold it together, his breath coming hard and fast. his hips, on the other hand, just stop dead -- though he's still tracing little circles over her clit -- holding himself inside her. and there's a moment of complete tension, and then he breaks, crying out loudly]
Elle: [rocks herself against him as he stills, watching his body, watching his features, and as he climaxes she stills, focusing on the rush of warmth between her thighs, rolling herself against him slightly feeling the pressure that knotted in her core and that slight press staying against her clit sends her over the edge, her back arching her back up off the desk, crying out his name as her fingers of her free hand fist into the paperwork, she'll apologize later]
Sylar: [whimpers a bit as she breaks around him, the feeling of her inner walls shuddering just a bit too much on the edge of his own climax. to his credit, though, he doesn't pull away and he'd really like to, just to be able to collapse in the chair behind him]
Elle: [feels her body tremble slightly as her climax pushes through her, the burn in her muscles, from being so tense those past few moments, making a tiny bit of pain against the pleasure he'd give her, pressing herself up onto her elbows, trying to bring herself up toward him, brushing a lazy kiss against his mouth]
Sylar: [kisses her back, surprisingly softly]
Elle: [shifts a bit awkwardly, trying to make sure if he gets pulled from her he's aware of it as she smiles against his mouth]
Sylar: [makes a soft noise against her mouth, kissing her back just a bit harder for an instant, and then pulls away from her on his own, sinking down into the chair]
Elle: [loose limbed she sits up a bit more, glancing to the floor and wanting to move, but knowing that heels won't make for a steady standing, so she'll reach down and take those off for now, letting them clatter to the ground, standing up and moving to sit in his lap, lacing her arms around his shoulders lightly]
Sylar: [puts his arms around her waist, holding her close, his head resting against hers]
Elle: [shifts her head just enough to settle against his head, brushing her fingers against her hair to get it out of her face] See, less work is always more fun.
Sylar: [huffs out a sigh of a laugh] Guess you were right.
Elle: [settles in his lap, leaning back against his shoulder] I do like it when I'm right.