He opted to stay hidden by the now dwindling bubbles as Claire got out of the tub and dried herself off. He couldn't help himself, he knew he was staring at her like a horny school boy but his eyes refused to leave her. He mapped out every curve up her well toned calves and thighs to the delicate dip of her navel. She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen and she always would be. Claire Grey would never age or lose her shine, her mind would age and she would gain wisdom in her years but her beauty would never dim with age. He found that the hunger he had so struggled to get away from had now been replaced by a new more potent need; The need to take Claire and make her his.

"Are you gonna stay in there all night? You'll prune. And what's with the staring?" Claire shook her head as though she just couldn't fathom him tonight.

"Can't a man admire his wife?" there was now mischief in his tone.

"Sure he can, but why look when you can touch hu?" with that she threw his a towel and exited the room, a look of sly amusement on her face.

This was it...Claire Bennett just propositioned him. He found he had bitten down so hard on his lip at her flippant remark that a flash of metallic flavour flooded his mouth briefly before his heeling ability kicked in and fixed him.

Claire had left him stood alone in the bathroom. Glaring at himself in the mirror he scolded himself for the insecurities that despite everything, he was still racked with.

"You can move objects with your mind, shoot electricity from your finger tips and you are gifted with telepathy...how hard can it be...just go and blow her mind! "

Done with his little peptalk he stalked out of the bathroom determined to do just that.

Claire sat at her dressing table. Her hair finally loose from it's confines she caught sight of him in the mirror behind her. Without a word he closed the door with a mere flick of his fingers. This gesture earned him a smirk from Claire.

"Show off!"

"Oh if you think that's good you should see what else I can do" he had meant that to sound playful and light hearted but his eyes were serious.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You haven't looked at me that way in ...years?" Claire narrowed those devastating green eyes of hers in suspicion.

"Like what?" he moved closer, the look on his face was one of foreboding.

"Like I'm prey" she averted her eyes as though her mind was taking her somewhere she didn't want to go.

The laugh that rumbled from his throat was low and menacing. The girl that Claire Bennett was would have cowered at that sound but the woman in front of him seemed excited by it, aroused even. A flush of colour swept over her cheeks and her hand ran up her own smooth leg to her thigh.

"So Mr Grey..." Claire shimmied over to him placing her hands over his bare chest,"...what else can you do?"

In bare feet she had to stand on her tip toes to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck she hit him with a kiss that seemed to go straight to the very core of him. Her toung delved deep into his mouth in an act that seemed to signify sex itself.

Without warning he threw her back on to the bed with a simple thrust of his hand, she propped herself up on her elbows and shot him a disgruntled look,"Play fair Gabriel" she whined. He began to plant kiss after kiss from her ankles up to her thigh. Claire threw her head back and revelled in the sensations he was creating. His stubble was rough against her delicate skin and the higher he got the more she was sure she might combust at any moment. Pausing just before the apex of her thighs he smirked up at her.

"Still want me to play fair babydoll?" his voice mocked her but she was in no mood to be teased.

"Play it any way you want honey, but don't you dare stop!" with that she seized a fist full of his hair and lead him back to where she wanted him. Determined to make an impression, this was technically his first time with her even if she didn't know it. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and held on to her hips, splaying out his fingers to hold her in place before positively devouring her. Letting his toung probe every inch of her, almost biting her, grazing his teeth along her sensitive flesh. He knew he should take his time teasing her, running his toung up and down her sex in order to heighten the pleasure but the need to dominate her and hear her scream was too much.

"Oh my G..od Gabriel..." already she was writhing beneath him and he had barely gotten started. He loosened his grip on her hips to free one of his hands. He brought two fingers to her tight entrance, feeling her breath catch as he slid them inside her. He let his eyes wonder up her perfect body as he licked a steady rhythm over her clit. Claires eyes were closed, her jaw slack and the hand that wasn't tangled in his hair was gripping savagely at the bed sheets.

Unable to resist taking advantage of her weakened state he worked his way back up her body, his fingers still pumping in and out of her making her pant with every impact. He propped himself up above her with his free hand and looked into her now lust filled eyes.

"Did you miss me Claire?"

Her eyes flickered as she tried to regain the power of speech.

"So...so much" she whimpered and he rewarded her truthfulness by letting his thumb circle the now very alert bundle of nerves between her thighs.

"Do you do this to yourself when I'm gone?" he asked, whispering into her ear.

She nodded fervently in response.

"What do you think about when you touch yourself Claire?" he didn't know why he was asking such questions, knowing he would feel rotten and rejected if she told him she thought of him and his lie detector went off. Why was he so hell bent on self destruction?

"You..." was her only answer, he voice was hardly more than a breathless moan now but it was a definite answer and he wanted for that familiar tingle to tell him of her dishonesty but it never came. Pleased with his victory he quickened his pace until he was thrusting his fingers in and out of her with little finesse, still this seemed to please Claire no end as she was now panting hard on his neck. He treasured every little erotic sound he drew from her, noting them down to his memory for replay later.

"What do you think about?" he realised his own voice was now ragged, his arousal almost unbearable beneath the towel that was still secured around his waist.

Her eyes were pleading, she was so close. Words seemed like such an impossible task for her at that moment. But Sylar was a hard task master and he wasn't going to make this easy for her. It wasn't about making it easy; it was about making it good.

"Tell me" he demanded once more.

"I think about us. Remember that road trip we took? We'd only just gotten together and we booked out that nasty motel room? The people in the rooms either side of us complained because of the noise we made. All night long...I had no idea sex could be so good. Sex so amazing, you still want to do it even though you're sore and exhausted."

Of course he had no recollection of that night, but he was sure as hell looking forward to that road trip.

Claires demeanour hand now taken on a new air of urgency, she sucked and bit at his neck and the noises she made were almost feral. Pulling his ear to her lips she begged,"I need you. Gabriel, just fuck me now?"

He so wanted to oblige her request, his cock twitching at her words, but drawing this out would be all the sweeter.

"Not yet babydoll. You're going to come on my fingers first"

Claires eyes shot open outraged,"Please! I want...you!" her finger nails clawed at his biceps.

Almost cruelly, he chuckled at her pleas. His fingers relentlessly pumped in and out of her, over and over until the sensation was all she could understand. The tell tale tightening in the pit of her stomach was increasing. He could feel her muscles were already coiling around his fingers.

"You're so close Claire" he murmured to her gently.

"Please Gabriel I need you...now" he always did love her steadfast determination.

Drunk on the power of having Claire Bennett beg him for sex his pace quickened even further, he was so rough that he surmised if she could have felt pain he would have most likely been hurting her by now.

"I'm not putting my dick inside you until you come..." he had never felt more of a sadistic bastard than right at that moment with Claires pleading eyes blazing in to him.

"I ...can't" she ground out through gritted teeth.

"Yes you can" Sylar spoke slow and clearly, his eyes focused staunchly on her face.

Taking pitty on her and sensing her frustration he ran his thumb over her clit causing her hips to jolt of their own accord.

"Just let it happen Claire, come on...that's it"

At that moment it was like electricity coursed through her body, her toes curled up tight and her head was back as a stream of jumbled profanities escaped her mouth.

"Oh fuck! Oh my Go-d. Gabriel! GABRIEL!"

For a moment Sylar couldn't comprehend the scene, here was Claire Bennett in the throws of ecstasy, his fingers still buried deep inside her and she was calling out his name, not Sylar...his name. He didn't know why but that was all he needed. Removing his fingers he quickly positioned himself between her yawning thighs. Still fuzzy from the intense orgasm he had just ripped from her, Claire smiled lazily up at him and peppered kisses and lovebites up his neck.

"Stop teasing Gabe..." she chuckled reaching down between them to take a hold of his shaft and guide him to her slick entrance. The heat was radiating off of her and his reaction was primal. He thrust in to her with one solid movement. Feeling her teeth sink into his shoulder he considered he should have perhaps been a little more gentle but she was so exquisitely tight that his conscience couldn't bother him for long. It was as though his movements weren't his own, his hips ploughed in and out of her in a frantic rhythm. He realised he had been waiting for this, this completion for as long as he could remember.

Claires hands scratched down his back to his behind and encouraged him on. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips.

Taking her jaw in his hands he looked down at her perfect face," Who's are you Claire? Who do you belong to?" but she was too busy meeting his thrusts to answer.

"Baby, who's are you?" he prompted once more, running his thumb over her lips.

"I'm yours...I'm yours! I've always been yours!" Claire confessed as she bit down on his thumb as she came for a second time.

Seeing her fall apart for the second time, feeling her muscles tighten around him like a vice was too much and he felt his own climax begin.

"OH MY GOD CLAIRE!" he yelled in to the crook of her neck as he came inside her harder than he had ever thought possible. His last few thrusts making the headboard slam against the wall.

He lay trembling on top of her for a few blissful moments. Both of them regaining their breath, slick with sweat. Claire was still wrapped around him wonderfully and stroking her fingers comfortingly up and down his back. He had never felt such an utter feeling of belonging.

Claire was first to break the silence. "So did you miss me too?" she asked stroking a few strands of wet hair from his forehead that was now resting entirely on her chest.

"More than you could know"

Sylar had never been more honest in his whole life. The heart he had once thought non-existent threatened to break at the thought of having to leave her and their son in only a few hours.