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... "You want me to forgive that monster for all the hell he put me through?" Claire demanded, her green eyes still flashing in disbelief "What spell does he have you under?"
"Listen to her, Claire" Sylar said, an odd look on his face as he approached the two girls "She is telling you the truth. I'm not the monster you think I am anymore. Please believe us"
Claire looked at him, mulling over what he had just said. Something about the way he pleaded her to believe him was different than the way he usually pleaded his case...it seemed somewhat...sincere.
"What about the boy you murdered?" Claire asked Amber coolly "What's that all about?"
"It's a long story" Amber sighed, looking at the photographs she held. "I'd love to tell you sometime, but I can't here. Gabri and I need to leave as soon as possible. If you want to find me, I'm staying with Gabri at his apartment in Queens. I'll also give you my cellular number...feel free to call me anytime."
She set the photographs down in the suitcase she had packed and wrote her cellular number on a piece of paper on her desk. She quickly handed Claire the number.
"This isn't over" Claire said quietly, sighing "But I will call you tonight to get the full story from you. You should hurry. My dad or the police could return at any second."
"Thank you" Amber said, giving Claire a grateful hug "I promise I will tell you everything"
With that, she zipped up her suitcase and held it, while Sylar wrapped his arms around her.
"There's one thing I need to say before we leave" he said quietly, giving Claire a look "Times have changed...I'm not the same man anymore...you have nothing to fear from me, Claire"
With that, they disappeared, leaving Claire alone in the room.
"I'll believe it when I see it" she muttered under her breath as she dialled for a cab...
... Moments later, Sylar and Amber appeared back in his Queens apartment, both breathing a collective sigh of relief.
"That was intense" Amber commented, opening her suitcase for the photos she brought with her. "She looked very angry"
"She was one of my many victims" he said, taking the photos from her and setting them on a nearby table "I don't blame her for hating me as much as she does"
"I'm glad she decided to let us go" Amber said, bringing the open suitcase into the bedroom "It could have been much worse. Who is her father anyways?"
"She was Claire Bennett" Sylar explained, following her into the room "Her father is Noah Bennett...the most persistent man in the world"
"Why did she decide to help me?" Amber inquired, turning to look at him. "Wouldn't she have sided with him?"
"Unlike Noah, Claire doesn't believe in the main directive of the Company" he replied, sitting on the bed. "She doesn't like their tag and bag system so she helps those who are of interest to her father"
"Can I trust her if I tell her the truth?"
"Absolutely" Sylar replied without hesitation "I'd trust her over her father anyday...just be careful. Her father has ways of finding things out about people...he's a very crafty bastard. He's also not afraid of turning against people for his own benefit"
"I promise I'll be careful, Gabri" Amber promised, crossing her heart "I want to be safe, not some science project slash zoo captive"
"Make yourself at home" Sylar said, smiling at her "Pick two drawers in the dresser and take as many hangers as you need from my closet. There's plenty of room for you. Can I help you unpack?"
"Sure" she giggled, opening her suitcase the rest of the way and taking out her bag of make-up and toiletries before pulling out some t-shirts and jeans.
Sylar smirked noticing that she didn't forget to pack some of the risqué lingerie he had first spied in her drawers when he searched his house that first day. He felt the desire building within him as he took said items and put them in one of the two empty drawers.
"You really didn't bring much" he commented, smiling at the small stash of lingerie that she brought with her. "But I'd love to see you wear some of these things"
"Maybe you will" she said in a seductive voice from behind as he felt her arms wrap around his waist. His eyes widening in surprise, Sylar turned around to face her.
"Naughty girl" he murmured, a sly smirk creeping across his face "I like it"
Before he could say anything else, she let go of him and began to rub his chest. The arousal within him raised itself to higher peaks as he enjoyed the feel of her hands on his body. Then, out of the blue, she pushed him back onto the bed and pounced on him like a wild tigress.
"Would you have it any other way?" she murmured in reply before claiming his mouth with hers in a long tender kiss. Sylar groaned in lust as her tongue slid against his with delicious friction. He arched his hips up, allowing his erection to grind against her heat before she began rubbing herself against him.
Amber smiled in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. She continued to grind into his hardness slowly, enjoying the feel of his desire against her pulsing core. She kissed him with increasing intensity and then felt the sizzle that enveloped the both of them.
Sylar reached up and began to caress her full breasts, kneading them with agonizing softness. Growling with his lust for her, he ripped open her shirt with his telekinesis and used his teeth to free her breasts from their somewhat skimpy restraint. As they fell out of their confinement, he reached up and kneaded them harder, eliciting a lustful gasp from her lips.
Feeling that he was close to losing control, he rolled them over until he was on top of her. He then resumed his sexual pursuits, kissing and nibbling her jaw before trailing his lips down to between her lush breasts. He took his t-shirt off and undid the front of his jeans, letting his hardness strain against his boxers and ultimately against her core. He then began to grind into her slowly with maddening friction.
"Oh my god" Amber rasped as he traced her lips with the tip of his thumb while he ground into her heat slowly, his hips going in slow circles.
She clutched at him, digging her nails into his bare back as he nuzzled into her neck, low groans reverberating in his chest. He felt his primal urges consume him and he spread her legs further so he could remove her pants and underwear.
"Please" he heard her groan as she panted in pleasure "Remove them...especially my panties...get them out of the way...I need to feel you"
"With pleasure" he growled, using his telekinesis to rip them off of her before resuming his position between her legs...