Who's Seen Jezebel?
Part 7: Wait Like The Dawn
AN: I wrote this mostly in one sitting at 3 in the morning. I hope it's good enough for ya'll. I'm going to try to update quicker, but no promises.
Sylar woke with a start, sitting up, hand in the air ready to strike. He took a moment to take in his surroundings. A bedroom. Oh yes, Jezebel. Warmth spread through his body as he remembered the previous evening's events. A smile cracked across his face and he sat back against the headboard. He looked down for the sleeping woman beside him only to see that she wasn't there. He looked around the empty room in confusion. As his other senses began waking, he smelled something delicious wafting in through the slightly open door. A smile sliding onto his face again, he got up, pulled on his boxers and padded out to the kitchen.
"Finally! It lives." Jezebel's singsong voice greeted him from the stove. "I thought I'd have to come in after you." Gabriel smiled at her and ran a hand through his slept-in hair.
"Is Jezebel Jones cooking?" he asked, sitting on a bar stool at the island counter. "The apocalypse is upon us." At her glare his smile became a grin.
"Ha ha. Aren't we funny?" she couldn't help her own grin. "I'll have you know that I went to a culinary school, Mr. Gray."
"Oh really?" she watched as his eyebrow rose in a signature move. "Then, why are you a waitress?"
"Well, that's… a damn good question." She said as she flipped a pancake off a skillet and caught it with a plate. "I guess it's because, I'm chicken shit. Too afraid to put myself out there." She poured him a cup of coffee and spun around placing the plate and mug in front of him. He smiled and took in a whiff of the aroma.
"Chicken shit, huh?" he took the syrup from her and poured a liberal amount onto his breakfast. "I don't buy it. You were always the brave one." He took a bite and watched her fix her own plate and sit beside him.
"I guess it was easy to be brave back then. I knew that if I screwed up, someone would catch me." She took a bite and looked at him.
"And you don't have that now?"
"Well… I don't have you, I guess." She looked down at her plate and it dawned on him. He was her fall guy back then. Every time, every mistake, he always rescued her. That time she got in a fight with the school bully, he pulled her out of the fray and knocked the guy out. That time she was caught for cheating on a math test he stood up for her. The time she snuck out to go to a concert and fell asleep on his bed, he came up with the story of how they had been studying for a History exam. She had been so fearless, because she knew that he always had her back.
"Who says you don't have me now?" Sylar could kick himself. He couldn't babysit this woman, he had things to do.
"You don't mean that, Gabe." She smiled and shook her head. "You have your own life, you can't worry about mine." She finished her pancakes and then began cleaning up. He sipped his coffee and sat in silent contemplation. She was right. While this had been a great, amazing reunion it wasn't like they could just pick up where they left off. Right?
Gabriel got off his stool and grabbed a nearby towel and started drying the dishes she was washing.
"Do you have to go to work today?" he asked.
"I called out." She said sheepishly. "I think having an old friend in town is a perfect excuse for a personal day." She smiled up at him and handed him the skillet. "Besides I do not want to deal with any of Jimmy's comments."
"Who's Jimmy?"
"He one of the cooks at the diner. He's had a thing for me since I started working there. He was jealous of you last night. I'm sure me leaving with you didn't help." She turned and wiped down the counter. Sylar suppressed the anger swelling inside of him. This Jimmy had no right to her, none. Not if he had anything to say about it. Her backside distracted Gabriel as her movements caused it to sway gently. A devious smirk crossed his features and he dropped the towel and came up behind her. He wrapped his big arms around her, his hands roaming up her stomach.
"So," he pressed his lips to her ear. "What were you planning on doing with your personal day?" Jezebel leaned into his embrace and dropped the towel, letting her hands hold his arms instead.
"Hmm, well I thought about maybe going to the museum, or the park, or to Mass."
"You'd rather go to confession then staying in, with me."
"I need to go to confession after last night." She turned in his arms, her fingers drawing small circles on the back of his neck.
"Well, let's have confession," he couldn't keep the amusement off his face.
"All right. Forgive me, for I have sinned."
"Go on, my child." She stood on her tiptoes so that her lips caressed the shell of her ear.
"I've had sexual relations with a man," her voice was practically a purr, it made his boxers tight.
"Yes…" he added the inflection, encouraging her to continue.
"He came to me, and I couldn't help myself. All night long, he thrilled me." Jezebel pressed her hips into his at the word "thrilled". God, she was going to drive him insane.
"And…" his voice was husky and deep.
"The next morning, he took me in the kitchen barely after breakfast," her voice was breathy and dramatic. She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead for added effect. "I was helpless to stop him, nor did I want to."
"I see," Gabe backed her up against the refrigerator, grinding his hardness against her and loving the way her eyelids flickered. "Sounds like you're living up to your namesake, my dear, dear Jezebel." He caught her lips in a searing kiss.
Again thanks to everyone who reviewed and added. And bit of a warning that the honeymoon phase can't last forever...
(dun, dun, DUN!! hehe)
