Sylars Pov

It had been a week since the eclipse, and Claire dying. I was grateful that Claire had pulled through and now we were together again. What was awkward was the relationship that was developing between Claire and me, I wanted her more than anything, but I couldn't tell if she wanted me just as much. I fell in love with her more and more each day. It became almost unbearable not knowing if she felt the same way I did.

"Gabriel?" I looked up into Claire's eyes, she was sitting on my lap looking down at me like an alien. "Are you ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking." "What about?" "Claire, I think we need to talk." "Oh my god." She suddenly looked sad and hurt. "You're breaking up with me." Tears welled up in her eyes and I couldn't bear to see her like that. "No, Claire. That's not it at all." "What? I'm confused." She wiped away at her face and I reached up to catch a stray tear.

"Claire I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She let out a breath and smiled. "I do too." That was when she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine. I felt like the happiest man on earth and kissed her back. She became so eager and weaved her fingers through my hair, holding onto the nape of my neck. Peter was out. For the first time this week, we were alone.

I stood up with Claire and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Walking over to the bed, I set her down, but didn't let go of her. Moving my lips from hers, I trailed kisses down her whole front and then came back up to her neck. She reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Her skin was incredibly beautiful and before I put my lips to her chest, swiftly removed my shirt and pressed myself against her.

Claire moaned softly as I pushed my throbbing member to her inner thigh. She'd closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them to look up at me. That was when I moved down and slid off her pants, taking her underwear with them. Without a second thought, I shoved my tongue between Claires legs, making her catch her breath. She tasted so good that I went in as deep as I could, making her moan.

I didn't want to stop, but Claire had pulled me back up and kissed me passionately. I slid out of my pants and she placed a wandering hand right on me. "Does it hurt?" "It does a little. I promise, I'll be as gentle as I can." Before I could, Claire pushed me beneath her and moved down to take all of me in her mouth. Dear god, I had never known Claire could be like this. I liked it. Her mouth felt good where it was, until she came up to my face and kissed me.

I got back on top and easily slid inside her ever so carefully, for a moment she caught her breath again, and then relaxed. That was when I started to move back and forth, Claires hands gripped my forarms and she closed her eyes again. "Oh god." "Are you ok?" "I'm fine." There was a slight change in her heart beat, but she wasn't lieing. I took that and began to move a little faster. Her fingernails dug slightly into my skin. She seemed to enjoy herself, but I slowed down.

"Why did you slow down?" "I don't want to hurt you Claire." "Gabriel, you're not hurting me." She certainly reassured me and so I moved again as she wanted. I was quite enthralled by Claire, It felt so right with her. I looked down at her delicate features and kissed her. I had to place my hands on either side of her arms so that I didn't put too much of my weight on her.

Claire's Pov

Gabriel was being so sweet by being gentle, but at the same time I just wanted him to be a man who was making love. He'd moved his arms to either side of me and so I switched places with him. Now on top, I pressed my hands into his chest and moved more faster and harder. Gabriel looked up at me suprised and I smiled back at him. I loved the way he felt inside me.

I still couldn't believe that I was losing my virginity to the one man I swore I would hate forever, but he's shown me a side that he wanted for himself and I fell in love. I didn't think I could ever fully express how much I was in love with him. This act right here gave me inspiration and I was taking full advantage. I was moving with all the force I had and my insides were screaming in pleasure.

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I laid beside Gabriel, my ear pressed to his chest so I could hear his heartbeat, my hand across his abdomen to feel his muscles, and my leg crossed over his so I was still partly on top of him. He didn't seem to mind as his hand took hold of my thigh and held on as if I was a feather that would float away in the wind. "Hey, Gabriel I'm back where's..." Peter had come wandering in and stopped dead in his tracks. I hugged the bed sheets to my body, making sure I was fully covered.

"I'll just..." Peter turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. I desperately wished that he'd never opened the door. It was awkward that my uncle walked right in to see his niece in bed with the man he considered like a brother. "I'm sorry Claire, he needs to talk to me. I'll be right back." "Yeah, ok. I'll just get dressed." He half smiled as he got up and pulled on his pants.

As he left the room, I searched the floor for my clothes and put them on piece by piece. After I was dressed, I went into the bathroom to splash water on my face. It felt good and refreshing. "Claire?" I stepped out from the bathroom. "I'm sorry to do this, but I have to leave with Peter. There's something going on that needs my attention." "Ok. I'll be here." "I'll be back." Closing the space between us, he took me into a kiss.

I watched Gabriel leave, and went to look out the window as I saw both him and Peter fly off into the sky. I was left alone and for once didn't mind it. My stomache told me it was hungry so I went downstairs and into the kitchen. There wasn't anything to cook, so I took out leftovers and heated it up in the microwave. My stomache growled as the timer beaped and I took the food out and practically shoved it all into my mouth.

I ate the whole container, and drank half a gallon of milk. Stuffed, I hand washed my dishes along with drying and putting them away. Looking up at the clock, only forty-five minutes had passed and I was incredibly bored. I didn't even want to read. I could use a shower, hopefully that would make the time go by. Back upstairs, I went into Gabriels room to use his shower. The water pressure was a lot better.

I'd only turned on the hot water and it felt good against my skin. I stood under the water enjoying the warmth that radiated through me. My legs hurt, and I couldn't understand why. walking and standing made them feel like jello. So I eased myself to sitting down in the tub and I stayed that way, not ever wanting to move again. The hot water continued to keep me warm until I felt it turn cold. Turning around, I turned the water off but didn't get out of the tub.

The tub was slightly warm, and so I laid down and curled up. At this point I didn't care what time it was, I didn't want to fall trying to get up. I was tired and felt my eyelids grow heavy. "Claire?" Oh I wanted to answer, but I was falling asleep. "Peter help me look for Claire." "Is she not here?" "I don't know. Could you check her room?" I heard him walking towards the bathroom door as I was drifting off.

The door opened, and I forgot that the bath curtain was closed so he wouldn't see me just by looking from the doorway. "Gabriel." I managed and he quickly pulled back the curtain. "I found her." He picked me up in his arms and carried me back to the bed. "Are you ok?" "I didn't want to move, my legs hurt. Why do my legs hurt? I'm supposed to heal." "Oh, Claire. That's what happens when you have sex." "Oh." "Try to get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."