Title: Claire Kissed a Monster
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Claire kissed a monster. And she liked it.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Heroes is not owned by me, but by Tim Kring. I'm simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: I'm not exactly experienced in drabbles, but I'm working on it. And finally I got hit with some Sylaire inspiration so I decided to run with it. All hail Katy Perry…?

Her family had betrayed her. Again. Now she was their victim. And now she could see that he was too.

She hated that this time she had to admit they had something on common after all. All those times saying how alike they were had finally been proven to her. Maybe that was what she hated most.

Claire had found him at the latest dive motel he had decided on for the night. The trail of bodies he had been leaving behind had been as effective as breadcrumbs. She didn't know if he had been doing it on purpose for her benefit. She didn't really care one way or the other.

"Claire," he smiled when he opened the door. He always knew she would come to him sooner or later. Looking for answers, looking for a partner in crime or just someone to understand her or help her get the revenge he knew she longed for. Really it was all the same to him.

Only Claire had no intention this time of denying what she wanted. No mind games, no more deceit. Funny how so many lies from she thought she could trust had sent her to the one man who, despite his psychotic serial killer title, had never lied to her.

For that her small hands were to either side of his face, enjoying the feel of his thick five o'clock shadow as it scratched against her palms, as she moved in for the kiss they had both been expecting for longer than they would admit.

Days. Seconds. Hours. Neither knew just how long that kiss had gone on for, but even immortals such as them needed to breathe eventually and when they parted, panting, staring, their bodies still pressed together; one thing was clear.

Claire Bennet had kissed a monster. And she liked it. She liked it so much she found herself soon doing it again and again and again, grateful every time he reciprocated with as much if not even greater fervor.

The cheerleader had kissed her boogieman. And she liked it. She had kissed a monster. And she didn't care if her daddies minded it.

The End