He inhaled deeply, taking another whiff of her scent. His hand tucked her hair behind her ear.
His lips brushed against her cheek as he spoke. "If only you could see the desire in your eyes when I touch you, Claire," he kissed her cheek then rested his head on her temple. "It only makes me want you more."
Claire couldn't be more disgusted at his behaviour. He was claiming that he wanted her, hell, even loved her. "I'd rather die than love you," she snarled.
He chuckled. "Words, such meaningless words!" His fingers knotted through her hair. "Of course, I know I'm not your first choice," he held her necklace charm in his thumb and forefinger. "There's West and Alex you still love so dearly," Claire let out an irritated sigh through her nose. "Oh," Sylar paused. "It seems you have a soft spot for Uncle Petrelli."
Claire growled.
"You're so cute when you're mad," Claire could feel his lips brush against her ear. Before she could say anything he was on top of her.
"Does it hurt, Claire?" Sylar sound stressed but she could hear his smile in his voice as he pushed down on her shoulder. She growled in annoyance. He laughed.
He moved his hand to her back and rolled her onto her back.
Then he really saw her.
She was beautiful. Her blue eyes filled with emotion; anger, disgust, annoyance and fear. Her blonde hair was scattered around her face. Her perfectly structured lips slightly open in fright.
His jaw dropped.
All of a sudden voices could be heard. He watched in horror as her face lit up.
Before his time could end he crushed her lips with his. His heart raced as her moulded into her. And for that single moment Sylar and Claire felt like they were the only two people on earth and that they felt like they were lost in that one kiss. Every piece of meaning and common sense, gone.
The voices got louder and Claire pulled away.
"Don't hurt them," she growled. She grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him closer to him. "Or else."
"Ooh, scary little cheerleader," he leaned into kiss her but instead Claire stood up.
"Like I said, Gabriel," Sylar smirked at his old name. Claire might have fallen in love with Gabriel Gray. "I'd rather die."
Sylar smiled his famous crooked smile and flung her out of the room with the twitch of his finger.
She was lying.