Disclaimer: I do not own NBC's "Heroes" or the characters in this story.
Warning: Rated M for sexual situations and Claire and Sylar's potty mouths :)
A/N: I am relatively new to Heroes, so go easy on me if I screw up somewhere on the timeline or something :P Lol.
Prologue -
A slight dip in the mattress was enough to jerk Claire out of her fitful sleep. If this had happened two years ago, she would have assumed it was Mr. Muggles and kicked the pomeranian off the bed. But the years had made her more untrusting, more cautious.
Without moving her head she peered down at the foot of the bed, squinting through the darkness. A hand suddenly reached out and grasped her ankle. The grip was loose enough that she could snatch her foot back.
"How did you know I was awake?" she hissed.
Sylar gave a weary sigh. "I could hear your heart pounding a mile away," he deadpanned. Claire rolled her eyes and rolled over to turn on the lamp.
He was seated with his back to her. A black baseball cap was pulled low over his face, elbows resting on his knees. He looked almost... broken.
"What the hell do you want, Sylar? Obviously not to kill me; you would have done it by now." Sylar turned and took her tiny foot in his hand again, rubbing his thumb along the sole. If it hadn't felt so good, she would have kicked him in the face. Something was wrong with him tonight.
He bent his head and pressed a kiss to the instep of her foot gently, before placing it back on the bed. Claire felt her heart skip a beat, a slow burn coiling in her belly. Without another word, he stood and vaulted himself through the open window. Claire jumped up, watching him race across the damp lawn and into the night.
"What the fuck?" she whispered.
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