Ziti
Title: Ziti
Characters: Gabriel Gray/Elle Bishop
Summary: AU - What might have happened if Trevor never showed up during Villains.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes
Notes: I wrote this after lemomina asked me to take the storyline I was currently working on for Sylar and Elle AU. Fair warning to all, this is my first time writing anything that involved more than holding hands and maybe kissing. So, yeah... Sorry if its terrible.
“This ziti smells terrific,” Elle Bishop calls from the kitchen. She has just removed the hot, steaming dish from the oven. Two matching potholders cradle the pan.
“I can’t wait,” Gabriel Gray replies from the sitting room. He is standing in front the table he set especially for the two of them. He has arranged the table with two chairs across from each other. Hopefully it produces the romantic effect he is anticipating.
“Hey have you ever been to that little theater down the street?” Elle asks as she brings the ziti into the sitting room. Gabriel pops open bottle the wine he bought for their special evening. “I saw that they have some sort of artsy spoken word thing there tonight.”
“Well, maybe we should stop by later,” Gabriel replies. Elle holds up the ziti dish to his nose. She was right; it does smells terrific. The perfect start to their evening together.
Elle shifts the hot pan to one hand. She places the potholder from her free hand on the table before resting the baked ziti on top of it. Meanwhile, Gabriel pours each of them a glass of wine. He doesn’t have fancy stemware, but Elle doesn’t seem to mind his blue-swirl jelly glasses. She takes the drink he offers her with a smile and then proposes a toast. “To a very special watchmaker with a secret talent for cooking.”
Gabriel blushes slightly. “To angels who bake peach pies,” he adds before clinking their glasses together.
He takes a small sip, but Elle takes a long drink. Gabriel smiles while he refills her glass. “Why Mr. Gray,” Elle says. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk.” Elle teases Gabriel with her eyes. He’s too flustered to reply. Elle loves that about him; his actions are always so honest. “Let’s eat before this ziti gets cold.”
Gabriel motions for Elle to sit down and pulls the chair back for her. After helping Elle into her seat, he dishes out a serving of baked ziti for both of them before sitting down across from her. “This tastes amazing,” Elle says. She covers her hand with her mouth because it is half full of ziti.
Gabriel chuckles. Normally he is disgusted by people who talk with food in their mouths, but Elle makes it look adorable. Though, most everything she does is adorable. “I’m glad you like it,” he tell her. “I made it with you in mind.”
Dinner passes quickly, with Elle taking seconds, and then thirds. Each time she held up her plate and asked for more, Gabriel was happy to oblige. When both of them are finally full, they continue to sit at the table, talking and drinking. “It looks like this is the end of the wine,” Gabriel comments, as he tips the last of the purplish liquid into Elle’s glass.
“You only have the one bottle?” Elle asks. “You were that sure, huh?” She lazily runs her index finger around the lip of the jelly glass.
“Sure about what?” Gabriel is puzzled. He looks at Elle and nervously adjusts his glasses.
Elle smiles, but this time her lips curl differently. Although it is a happy smile, there is a hint of something mixed it. It is the smile of the cat that ate the canary. She gets up from her seat and quickly closes the space between them; crossing to the other side of the table in two long steps. Now that is she next to him, Elle takes the time to slowly slide down into Gabriel’s lap; sitting across his legs like she was riding sidesaddle. “Sure about this,” she breathes in his ear, before turning her face to catch his lips in a kiss. Her arms circle around his neck, pulling them closer.
Gabriel is stunned, but he recovers quickly. He curls his right arm around her tiny waist to hold her in place. Meanwhile, he brings his left hand up to gently cup her chin; tilting her face closer to his so he can deepen the kiss. She feels so small and delicate in his large arms.
Encouraged by Gabriel’s reciprocation, Elle darts her tongue out. Gabriel’s lips part easily under hers. While they continue to kiss, Elle begins to slowly stroke at Gabriel’s left leg with her foot. Her actions quickly have the desired effect as Gabriel moves his left hand from her face to scoop under her knees. He quickly stands up, cradling Elle in his arms. He opens his eyes to get a clear view of any obstacles that might be near them and reluctantly breaks their kiss to turn his head as he begins to move them away from the table.
Elle sighs at the end of their kiss. She squirms in his arms, trying to bring their lips together once more. As she shifts her weight, Gabriel begins to loose his grip on her. Not wanting to drop her, Gabriel slowly lowers her legs to the floor. Elle takes advantage of this new placement and flattens her body to his. Gabriel groans at the feeling of her pressing up against his growing arousal. He grips her hips as if it was possible to pull her closer to him.
But there is way to get the closer. They have to remove any clothing barriers between them. Elle begins to loosen his tie. Once the knot is undone, she pulls it from his neck and tosses it aside. As she opens the top button of his dress shirt, Elle places a kiss on his newly exposed skin. She does the same after unfastening the next button. When she opens the third button, Elle discovers that Gabriel is wearing a white cotton undershirt. It looks like another layer stands between and the closeness she so desperately craves.
Elle makes quick work of the rest of the buttons and untucks Gabriel’s shirt from his pants. She tries to shove the sleeves off his arm, but Elle is met with fierce resistance. Gabriel is unwilling to release his vice like grip on her hips. But after Elle proves to be just as stubborn, Gabriel yields to the lady. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it to the side. Elle takes advantage of this moment to grasp his tee-shirt and pull it over his head, revealing his toned upper body and hairy chest. As Gabriel’s lips come crashing down on top of Elle’s, she runs her hands down his chest.
The feeling of Elle’s fingers on his skin lets Gabriel know that it is okay to exploring her body in return. His right hand leaves her hip and ghosts up under her floral print top. His fingers barely touch her tight stomach but instead they reach up to firmly cup her perfectly sized breast. He kneads her breast until her can feel her hardened nipple through the fabric of her bra. Elle gasps in pleasure when Gabriel rolls her nipple between his fingers.
“Gabriel,” she moans out his name as her fingers close on his belt buckle. He is kissing her neck now, trailing countless little kisses from her ear to her collarbone. She presses her hips up into him, even though it makes it difficult to remove his belt with her body crushed against his. Gabriel moves both hands to her waist and picks her up again.
This time it is Elle who picks up on the hint. She eagerly wraps her long legs around his waist and her arms circle his neck again. As tiny as Elle is, Gabriel was not prepared for the way she threw herself at him. He is caught off balance and stumbles slightly. Elle manages to make it even harder for him by grinding against him. He moans loudly. “Elle.” Her name might be short, but Gabriel manages to stretch it out into multiple syllables.
Gabriel finally manages to walk them to his bed in the next room. His legs crash into the mattress and they tip down onto the twin bed. Gabriel is scared that he might crush her underneath him, but Elle pulls him closer, trying to occupy the same space as him.
Just as suddenly as this all began, Gabriel pulls away from Elle. He pushes himself up on his knees and looks down at the blonde girl lying in front of him. “No. Don’t stop,” Elle breathes as she reaches out for him. Gabriel bats her hands away. “What’s wrong?” she asks.
“You’re wearing too much,” Gabriel explains. Elle is all too happy to oblige. She sits up and curls her legs underneath her. Elle fixes Gabriel with a lustful gaze as she beings to strip. She never shows a moment of hesitation when she opens the buttons on her top and pulls it open to expose her pink lace bra. She doesn’t blush at all when her hands travel down to unzip her pants. Elle loves the way Gabriel drinks the sight of her scantly clad form.
As Elle reaches back to unhook her bar, Gabriel reaches forward to touch her between her legs. She’s already wet, he can feel it though the thin layer of fabric. When Gabriel removes her panties and presses a finger into her wetness she breathes out a long, “Fuck.” Her eyes open slowly and the room comes back into focus. “I need you Gabriel.”
Gabriel does not need any further invitation. As Elle leans back on the bed, Gabriel quickly removes his pants and boxers. He drops onto his palms and crawls up to her lips, kissing every inch of her skin that he can get on the way. When his cock brushes against her, Elle throws her head back and moans loudly. She digs her fingernails into his shoulders.
Gabriel hesitates. “Elle, I’ve never…” His voice trails off. Everything has happened so quickly. Gabriel isn’t sure how they got here or what to do next. All he knows is that he’s never wanted anything- anyone- more.
Elle smiles. “Me neither,” she admits. “But I want it to be you.” She pushes herself forward to catch his lips in a kiss.
When Gabriel slowly pushes into her, Elle bites her lower lip holding back a scream. Even though she has fooled around with Adam on countless occasions, she was not prepared for his. He is bigger than she expected; she has never felt this full before. She arches her hips up to him, begging him to move inside her.
Gabriel begins to trust into her, bracing himself with one hand on Elle’s hip and one hand above her head. Elle is so tight and hot around him, it’s hard for him to think of anything beyond of the feeling of her anymore. “Oh, Elle,” he moans.
Before long, the room is filled with breathy sighs and throaty moans. Elle knows she is close, but she tries to hold out for a little while longer. She doesn’t want this to end. But when Gabriel rolls his hip at just the right angle, Elle is sent flying over the edge. “Gabriel!” she screams as her toes curl.
At the sounds of his name being torn for her lips, Gabriel comes as well. He thrusts into her one last time before catching her lips in a long, slow kiss. “That was…” he begins as he lays down on the bed next to her.
“I know,” Elle replies. She rolls over to snuggle into his chest and throws her leg over his waist. Elle smiles as Gabriel runs his hand through her hair. They linger on his bed like this for a while, sharing slow kisses whenever the thought strikes them.
Eventually Elle pulls away. “I’m sorry. I have to go,” she says.
“Can’t you stay?” Gabriel asks. She has only been put of his arms for less than a minute, but he already misses her.
Elle shakes her head. “I don’t want to,” she tells him. “But I can’t stay.” She slowly begins to gather up her clothing.
Gabriel nods. He places a kiss on her shoulder while she dresses before pulling on his pants. Taking her tiny hand in his, he slowly leads her to the door of his apartment. They share a few more kisses before Elle slips out the door, whispering “Good night, Gabriel.”
~*~*~
Noah Bennet is waiting for Elle when she gets back to the Primatech Paper Company van parked around the corner. Usually he gets the first word, but not tonight. “Enjoy the show?” she asks, marching past him toward the passenger side door.
“What happened to Mr. Zeitlan?” Bennet raises an eyebrow, but does not comment on what he witnesses earlier.
Elle shrugs. “I don’t know,” she replies. “I called him and told him to come to the apartment tonight. It’s not my fault that he didn’t show up.”
~*~*~
This is quite possibly the strangest case the medical examiner has ever seen. And in a city like New York, you tend to see a lot of strange deaths. This particular case happens to be an electrocution death. And it isn’t the first electrocution he’s been called to either. The other one’s have been pretty straightforward. Someone accidentally drops something in the bathtub and… well, you know how it ends.
But this man wasn’t in a tub. He was found, standing in the middle of his living room, at least four feet from anything electrical. He had a burn mark on his chest, but as far as the examiner could tell, it didn’t come from an electrical wire. In fact, he can’t think of any electrical device that might cause a burn like this. Its almost like the victim was shot with a steady burst of electricity from one of those blasters you see in science fiction movies. The medical examiner shakes his head. Its late and his shift is almost over; no wonder he’s starting to loose it.
“Found his wallet,” the detective calls out from the next room. “His name’s Trevor Zeitlan.”
Characters: Gabriel Gray/Elle Bishop
Summary: AU - What might have happened if Trevor never showed up during Villains.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes
Notes: I wrote this after lemomina asked me to take the storyline I was currently working on for Sylar and Elle AU. Fair warning to all, this is my first time writing anything that involved more than holding hands and maybe kissing. So, yeah... Sorry if its terrible.
“This ziti smells terrific,” Elle Bishop calls from the kitchen. She has just removed the hot, steaming dish from the oven. Two matching potholders cradle the pan.
“I can’t wait,” Gabriel Gray replies from the sitting room. He is standing in front the table he set especially for the two of them. He has arranged the table with two chairs across from each other. Hopefully it produces the romantic effect he is anticipating.
“Hey have you ever been to that little theater down the street?” Elle asks as she brings the ziti into the sitting room. Gabriel pops open bottle the wine he bought for their special evening. “I saw that they have some sort of artsy spoken word thing there tonight.”
“Well, maybe we should stop by later,” Gabriel replies. Elle holds up the ziti dish to his nose. She was right; it does smells terrific. The perfect start to their evening together.
Elle shifts the hot pan to one hand. She places the potholder from her free hand on the table before resting the baked ziti on top of it. Meanwhile, Gabriel pours each of them a glass of wine. He doesn’t have fancy stemware, but Elle doesn’t seem to mind his blue-swirl jelly glasses. She takes the drink he offers her with a smile and then proposes a toast. “To a very special watchmaker with a secret talent for cooking.”
Gabriel blushes slightly. “To angels who bake peach pies,” he adds before clinking their glasses together.
He takes a small sip, but Elle takes a long drink. Gabriel smiles while he refills her glass. “Why Mr. Gray,” Elle says. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk.” Elle teases Gabriel with her eyes. He’s too flustered to reply. Elle loves that about him; his actions are always so honest. “Let’s eat before this ziti gets cold.”
Gabriel motions for Elle to sit down and pulls the chair back for her. After helping Elle into her seat, he dishes out a serving of baked ziti for both of them before sitting down across from her. “This tastes amazing,” Elle says. She covers her hand with her mouth because it is half full of ziti.
Gabriel chuckles. Normally he is disgusted by people who talk with food in their mouths, but Elle makes it look adorable. Though, most everything she does is adorable. “I’m glad you like it,” he tell her. “I made it with you in mind.”
Dinner passes quickly, with Elle taking seconds, and then thirds. Each time she held up her plate and asked for more, Gabriel was happy to oblige. When both of them are finally full, they continue to sit at the table, talking and drinking. “It looks like this is the end of the wine,” Gabriel comments, as he tips the last of the purplish liquid into Elle’s glass.
“You only have the one bottle?” Elle asks. “You were that sure, huh?” She lazily runs her index finger around the lip of the jelly glass.
“Sure about what?” Gabriel is puzzled. He looks at Elle and nervously adjusts his glasses.
Elle smiles, but this time her lips curl differently. Although it is a happy smile, there is a hint of something mixed it. It is the smile of the cat that ate the canary. She gets up from her seat and quickly closes the space between them; crossing to the other side of the table in two long steps. Now that is she next to him, Elle takes the time to slowly slide down into Gabriel’s lap; sitting across his legs like she was riding sidesaddle. “Sure about this,” she breathes in his ear, before turning her face to catch his lips in a kiss. Her arms circle around his neck, pulling them closer.
Gabriel is stunned, but he recovers quickly. He curls his right arm around her tiny waist to hold her in place. Meanwhile, he brings his left hand up to gently cup her chin; tilting her face closer to his so he can deepen the kiss. She feels so small and delicate in his large arms.
Encouraged by Gabriel’s reciprocation, Elle darts her tongue out. Gabriel’s lips part easily under hers. While they continue to kiss, Elle begins to slowly stroke at Gabriel’s left leg with her foot. Her actions quickly have the desired effect as Gabriel moves his left hand from her face to scoop under her knees. He quickly stands up, cradling Elle in his arms. He opens his eyes to get a clear view of any obstacles that might be near them and reluctantly breaks their kiss to turn his head as he begins to move them away from the table.
Elle sighs at the end of their kiss. She squirms in his arms, trying to bring their lips together once more. As she shifts her weight, Gabriel begins to loose his grip on her. Not wanting to drop her, Gabriel slowly lowers her legs to the floor. Elle takes advantage of this new placement and flattens her body to his. Gabriel groans at the feeling of her pressing up against his growing arousal. He grips her hips as if it was possible to pull her closer to him.
But there is way to get the closer. They have to remove any clothing barriers between them. Elle begins to loosen his tie. Once the knot is undone, she pulls it from his neck and tosses it aside. As she opens the top button of his dress shirt, Elle places a kiss on his newly exposed skin. She does the same after unfastening the next button. When she opens the third button, Elle discovers that Gabriel is wearing a white cotton undershirt. It looks like another layer stands between and the closeness she so desperately craves.
Elle makes quick work of the rest of the buttons and untucks Gabriel’s shirt from his pants. She tries to shove the sleeves off his arm, but Elle is met with fierce resistance. Gabriel is unwilling to release his vice like grip on her hips. But after Elle proves to be just as stubborn, Gabriel yields to the lady. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it to the side. Elle takes advantage of this moment to grasp his tee-shirt and pull it over his head, revealing his toned upper body and hairy chest. As Gabriel’s lips come crashing down on top of Elle’s, she runs her hands down his chest.
The feeling of Elle’s fingers on his skin lets Gabriel know that it is okay to exploring her body in return. His right hand leaves her hip and ghosts up under her floral print top. His fingers barely touch her tight stomach but instead they reach up to firmly cup her perfectly sized breast. He kneads her breast until her can feel her hardened nipple through the fabric of her bra. Elle gasps in pleasure when Gabriel rolls her nipple between his fingers.
“Gabriel,” she moans out his name as her fingers close on his belt buckle. He is kissing her neck now, trailing countless little kisses from her ear to her collarbone. She presses her hips up into him, even though it makes it difficult to remove his belt with her body crushed against his. Gabriel moves both hands to her waist and picks her up again.
This time it is Elle who picks up on the hint. She eagerly wraps her long legs around his waist and her arms circle his neck again. As tiny as Elle is, Gabriel was not prepared for the way she threw herself at him. He is caught off balance and stumbles slightly. Elle manages to make it even harder for him by grinding against him. He moans loudly. “Elle.” Her name might be short, but Gabriel manages to stretch it out into multiple syllables.
Gabriel finally manages to walk them to his bed in the next room. His legs crash into the mattress and they tip down onto the twin bed. Gabriel is scared that he might crush her underneath him, but Elle pulls him closer, trying to occupy the same space as him.
Just as suddenly as this all began, Gabriel pulls away from Elle. He pushes himself up on his knees and looks down at the blonde girl lying in front of him. “No. Don’t stop,” Elle breathes as she reaches out for him. Gabriel bats her hands away. “What’s wrong?” she asks.
“You’re wearing too much,” Gabriel explains. Elle is all too happy to oblige. She sits up and curls her legs underneath her. Elle fixes Gabriel with a lustful gaze as she beings to strip. She never shows a moment of hesitation when she opens the buttons on her top and pulls it open to expose her pink lace bra. She doesn’t blush at all when her hands travel down to unzip her pants. Elle loves the way Gabriel drinks the sight of her scantly clad form.
As Elle reaches back to unhook her bar, Gabriel reaches forward to touch her between her legs. She’s already wet, he can feel it though the thin layer of fabric. When Gabriel removes her panties and presses a finger into her wetness she breathes out a long, “Fuck.” Her eyes open slowly and the room comes back into focus. “I need you Gabriel.”
Gabriel does not need any further invitation. As Elle leans back on the bed, Gabriel quickly removes his pants and boxers. He drops onto his palms and crawls up to her lips, kissing every inch of her skin that he can get on the way. When his cock brushes against her, Elle throws her head back and moans loudly. She digs her fingernails into his shoulders.
Gabriel hesitates. “Elle, I’ve never…” His voice trails off. Everything has happened so quickly. Gabriel isn’t sure how they got here or what to do next. All he knows is that he’s never wanted anything- anyone- more.
Elle smiles. “Me neither,” she admits. “But I want it to be you.” She pushes herself forward to catch his lips in a kiss.
When Gabriel slowly pushes into her, Elle bites her lower lip holding back a scream. Even though she has fooled around with Adam on countless occasions, she was not prepared for his. He is bigger than she expected; she has never felt this full before. She arches her hips up to him, begging him to move inside her.
Gabriel begins to trust into her, bracing himself with one hand on Elle’s hip and one hand above her head. Elle is so tight and hot around him, it’s hard for him to think of anything beyond of the feeling of her anymore. “Oh, Elle,” he moans.
Before long, the room is filled with breathy sighs and throaty moans. Elle knows she is close, but she tries to hold out for a little while longer. She doesn’t want this to end. But when Gabriel rolls his hip at just the right angle, Elle is sent flying over the edge. “Gabriel!” she screams as her toes curl.
At the sounds of his name being torn for her lips, Gabriel comes as well. He thrusts into her one last time before catching her lips in a long, slow kiss. “That was…” he begins as he lays down on the bed next to her.
“I know,” Elle replies. She rolls over to snuggle into his chest and throws her leg over his waist. Elle smiles as Gabriel runs his hand through her hair. They linger on his bed like this for a while, sharing slow kisses whenever the thought strikes them.
Eventually Elle pulls away. “I’m sorry. I have to go,” she says.
“Can’t you stay?” Gabriel asks. She has only been put of his arms for less than a minute, but he already misses her.
Elle shakes her head. “I don’t want to,” she tells him. “But I can’t stay.” She slowly begins to gather up her clothing.
Gabriel nods. He places a kiss on her shoulder while she dresses before pulling on his pants. Taking her tiny hand in his, he slowly leads her to the door of his apartment. They share a few more kisses before Elle slips out the door, whispering “Good night, Gabriel.”
~*~*~
Noah Bennet is waiting for Elle when she gets back to the Primatech Paper Company van parked around the corner. Usually he gets the first word, but not tonight. “Enjoy the show?” she asks, marching past him toward the passenger side door.
“What happened to Mr. Zeitlan?” Bennet raises an eyebrow, but does not comment on what he witnesses earlier.
Elle shrugs. “I don’t know,” she replies. “I called him and told him to come to the apartment tonight. It’s not my fault that he didn’t show up.”
~*~*~
This is quite possibly the strangest case the medical examiner has ever seen. And in a city like New York, you tend to see a lot of strange deaths. This particular case happens to be an electrocution death. And it isn’t the first electrocution he’s been called to either. The other one’s have been pretty straightforward. Someone accidentally drops something in the bathtub and… well, you know how it ends.
But this man wasn’t in a tub. He was found, standing in the middle of his living room, at least four feet from anything electrical. He had a burn mark on his chest, but as far as the examiner could tell, it didn’t come from an electrical wire. In fact, he can’t think of any electrical device that might cause a burn like this. Its almost like the victim was shot with a steady burst of electricity from one of those blasters you see in science fiction movies. The medical examiner shakes his head. Its late and his shift is almost over; no wonder he’s starting to loose it.
“Found his wallet,” the detective calls out from the next room. “His name’s Trevor Zeitlan.”