Elle lay curled against Sylar's side, sated for the moment. She never figured her serial killing lover for a snuggler, but she supposed everyone had their dirty secrets. After releasing the undeniable sexual tension between them, Elle felt a tremendous weight lift from her body. She felt more relaxed, finally. She could tell Sylar did, too.

One thing still bothered her, though; if Nathan was working with the government to detain Specials, and she was working with Nathan... was she even in any danger? Surely he must've given his family members free passes. Elle couldn't imagine Angela's darling, golden boy locking his own mother up.

If Sylar was right about the senator's intent, Elle was already a prisoner anyway, just in a larger cell. The Petrellis were just using her to find him. If they found out she was with Sylar, what would they do? She'd have outlived her usefulness... She sighed. Things would be far less complicated if that entire stupid family died. Even Peter would be put out of his misery.

"How do you feel about Nathan?" Elle asked suddenly.

Sylar stopped stroking the arm Elle had rested on his chest. "What?"

"Nathan. Senator Petrelli. Your former-almost-possible brother. How do you feel about him?" She sat up a little, resting on her elbow.

He shrugged, noncommittal. "We've never really spoken. I guess I have no opinion on him one way or the other."

"Oh." Elle frowned. So much for getting some insight from Sylar.

"...Why?"

Elle shrugged. "Just wondering."

"Wondering what?" Sylar removed himself from Elle and sat up fully, studying her. She was up to something, he could tell.

"What it must feel like to have such a..." Elle searched for the words. "A plain power."

Sylar's eyes narrowed. Why was she blatantly lying? "...Short of that being a lie, I always wanted to fly as a kid. I think it's a neat power, really."

Elle guffawed. "Oh God, did you just say 'neat'?"

"What's wrong with 'neat'?" Sylar frowned, offended.

Elle rolled onto her stomach, giving Sylar a generous view of her breasts. "It's not 1955, for one thing." She began to pull the sheet down Sylar's stomach.

Sylar snatched the sheet back. There was no way he was giving in to her. Not after she made fun of his vocabulary. And lied. "I like 'neat'."

"I'd just think with all the reading you do, you'd have a better word than 'neat' to describe something you find interesting." Elle began to crawl up Sylar's body, making sure to brush as much of herself against him as possible.

"Well, I could call it 'awesome', but it's not really an awesome ability. If it were, I would have stolen it by now." Sylar rationalized to the naked blond slinking her way into his lap.

"So it's only 'neat'? And that's why Nathan is still alive?" Elle asked before straddling him, impeded momentarily by the sheet between them.

"Yes... It's only 'neat'." Sylar's hands automatically went to toy with Elle's breasts. "And it's also only a matter of time," he added absently.

Elle sighed and grinded herself against him. "Ooh, murder plots make me hot."

"Not as hot as sarcasm makes me." Sylar retorted, bucking against Elle.

"You know what I think we should do?" Elle asked, pulling the sheet back before settling back into Sylar's lap.

Sylar pinched Elle's nipples as he bit her earlobe lightly. "Have some more sex?"

"Besides that..." Elle trailed kisses from his shoulder, past his collar bone, then up his neck and jaw line. His stubble tickled her face. "I think we should kill the Petrellis. Maybe start with Nathan. He's the biggest problem at the moment. Then you could have your 'neat' power."

"Maybe later." Sylar slapped Elle suddenly on the ass. It was none too gentle. "Right now, I'd rather fuck you."

Elle gasped, pretending to be scandalized. "And you used to be so shy... whatever happened to the cute little nerd I fell for?"

"I'm still cute." To emphasize his cuteness, he rubbed his nose against hers. "See? Cute."

"What about Peter?" Elle asked against Sylar's lips.

Sylar jerked his head away from Elle's. "...You think Peter is cute? What's with you and these Petrellis?"

"No, I mean, what do you think of Peter?" Elle grabbed Sylar by the sides of his face and pulled him back to her. She kissed him to reassure him, but could tell it wasn't working. Peter was always such a sensitive subject. It wasn't like she made a big deal about stupid, slutty Maya... okay, maybe not out loud.

"I think I don't want to talk about a guy you had feelings for."

It was Elle's turn to roll her eyes. "Are you jealous?"

"And kissed." Sylar added.

"You are! You're jealous!" Elle accused. She shoved herself off of Sylar's body, then began to get dressed. "This is so silly. I can't believe you're jealous of a guy I never even slept with. I'm only suggesting that you kill him for his power."

Sylar telekinetically stopped Elle from dressing herself, then pulled her back into bed. "I'm not jealous. And I already have Peter's power. I only used it once, it's nothing great."

Elle offered her opinion. "Well, I think it's neat."

"Ugh. Maybe I'll kill him as well, then."

"And don't forget Angela." Elle helpfully added. "She's the most important one."

"Save her for last?" Sylar suggested.

"And I want to help." Elle decided.

"Mmm... Team work makes me hot." Sylar rolled Elle onto her back and assaulted her with kisses. Her barking laugh echoed through the small apartment, loud enough to wake their neighbors. She loved it when a nefarious scheme came together.