[just a little lie] desperately seeking symptoms
Elle: [is looking in books on pregnancy, saying yes and no to specific symptoms she reads]
Sylar: [so, what are the symptoms?]
Elle: [that she has or doesn't have]
Sylar: [both? just clarify which is which]
Elle: [does not have: nausea, metallic taste in mouth, frequent need to urinate]
Elle: [does have: increased body temperature, sleep disturbances (though that's kinda not very special to pregnancy for her), breast tenderness, increased fatigue]
Sylar: [that's ... not so bad?]
Elle: [nope, except the warmmmmm in the summer]
Sylar: [they'll just keep the AC on high? he hates hot weather anyway, so]
Elle: [she can also not wear as much. :D ]
Sylar: [that works. smirks]
Elle: [she can start by removing this shirt - cause it's constricting her tender breasts too!]
Sylar: [might wanna take off the bra, too, assuming she's wearing one]
Elle: [she's never without the push-up! except now when she unhooks it and drops it to the floor]
Sylar: [stretches out on the couch, putting his arms on the back of it, and watches her, still smirking]
Elle: [smirks over at him, clearly she's had been wandering and now was amused that she was a sudden little show and tell moment]
Sylar: [arches his eyebrows]
Elle: [stretches a bit, before moving over toward him on the couch] It's hot.
Sylar: I could turn up the air conditioning ... ?
Elle: [smirks] I could take more clothing off... ?
Sylar: [amused] I wouldn't say no.
Elle: [lifts an eyebrow] Though, that's not a definite 'yes please continue to remove clothing' either.
Sylar: [rolls his eyes, still amused] It was meant to be.
Elle: [pouts a bit, but inches closer to him, her fingers poised at the back zipper to her skirt]
Sylar: [shifts a bit more, watching her expectantly]
Elle: [tugs the zipper down, holding the skirt at the side as she unzips it]
Sylar: You're no fun. [since, you know, she's holding her skirt]
Elle: [sticks her tongue out at him] It's an expensive skirt, besides it's difficult to unzip something as it's falling off of you.
Sylar: I've never had that problem. [pants are pretty straightforward as far as unzipping goes, after all]
Elle: [she's also short, so as soon as she starts to unzip, it would've started to drop oddly, but either way it's unzipped and now she can lower it, revealing that today, Elle Bishop, can be seen wearing some rather tasteful black satin panties with a minor lace detail along the waist]
Sylar: Cute. [means that in honestly]
Elle: [glances down, fitting her thumbs beneath the elastic and tugging them out lightly, down a bit on the left, before she smirks up at him] I like them.
Sylar: They look good on you. [smirks back, eyes drifting down to where he's tugging at her panties]
Elle: [her thumbs alternate, returning the left up as the right goes down, along with a slight jutting of her hip as she shifts her stance slightly] I have them in blue, too.
Sylar: [still watching her fidget with her underwear] I might be partial to the black.
Elle: [hums thoughtfully] They're dark blue? [shrugs, fidgeting a bit more, though, they are inching lower at a much more even rate at this point, her thumbs pressing to just below her hip bones, the elastic resting nearly at the start of the result of a very detailed job of manicuring]
Sylar: [and his lips twitch a bit] Might not be too bad.
Elle: [the left side moves down further, her hip shifting the direction of the tugging, the fact that she's a natural blond, clear as day as the black contrasts to the pale of her skin and the neatly trimmed triangle that gives the illusion of directionality] Maybe later I can show you.
Sylar: [smirks, leaning forward a bit] You should.
Elle: [her stance straightens as the right side falls, the elastic now resting at the tops of her thighs, the smallest space showing from where her legs come together and where her panties start, her fingers shifting to rest to the top of the elastic, poised to push them as far as her hands could shove them] Right now though, I'm busy.
Sylar: Are you? [arches his eyebrows, still smirking]
Elle: [nods] Uh-huh. [her fingers press to the sides of her thighs, letting the taut elastic roll a bit as it slides down her thighs, bending slightly at the waist to allow her touch to push them further, her hair falling off her shoulders and brushing very near where his knees are, as she slides them past her knees, before standing up and letting them drop around her ankles]
Sylar: [leans forward, reaching out to brush the tips of his fingers over her bare stomach. just a little touch, lightly]
Elle: [steps out of the panties on the floor and into his touch a bit, her hand lightly ghosting over the back of his]
Sylar: [hums a bit, shifting away, and looks up at her] Come here.
Elle: [doesn't have very much further to go, so she moves toward him, settling easily atop his lap]
Sylar: [wraps his arms around her waist, leaning to kiss her surprisingly softly]
Elle: [meets him in the kiss, keeping it as gentle as it was being given]
Sylar: [takes one of his hands away from her waist, sliding his fingers up in her hair]
Elle: [leans into the touch just a bit, purely out of instinct]
Sylar: [hums against her lips, fingers spidering in and out of her hair]
Elle: [smiles into the kiss, just the slightest curve at the corners of her lips as her hands make their way up his chest]
Sylar: [arches into her fingers]
Elle: [lets her hands slip against the back of his neck, tugging lightly at the not exactly short hairs at the back of his head]
Sylar: [really need a haircut -- it's getting ludicrously long. and he can't help but smile a bit at that thought]
Elle: [shifts a bit on his lap, inching closer to him, amused at her lack of dress compared to his completely dressed, even more amused that this is often the scenario and that neither of them seem too concerned that it will usually lead to much more interesting things]