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23 December, 2009

"Merry Christmas Eve Eve," Sylar wrapped his arms around Claire's waist as she leaned against the counter.

"You are seriously pushing the cheese factor," Claire giggled as Sylar made quick work of pressing kisses to her neck. "What has you in such a good mood?"

"Mm," Sylar inhaled the scent of her skin before biting her lightly, "Am I, I can't imagine what gave you that impression."

Claire rolled her eyes as she attempted to focus on the text she was sending Peter. Sylar wasn't exactly making it easy on her. He had his body fully pressed against her, hands roaming not quite lasciviously but too familiarly altogether. Rolling her shoulder, Claire tried to shrug Sylar off her. Her phone clattered to the counter top as Sylar's arms came around Claire entirely trapping her arms to her side. Sylar snickered as he pulled Claire up and away from the counter, her feet leaving the ground as she kicked against his hold.

"Sylar!"

"I'm waiting for an answer," Sylar said growling playfully in her ear.

She wriggled against his hold, "I was in the middle of texting Peter!"

"Could we not talk about the pretty boy for three seconds, especially when I really, really want to keep the picture of you leaning over that counter in my head," the smirk was audible in Sylar's voice.

"God," Claire groaned in disgust.

Sylar hefted her up to change his hold on her, cradling her against his chest arms under her back and knees. "It's not my fault that you are very enticing. Why I could just eat you up."

"And creepy," Claire's dazed face cleared instantly. "Seriously never again."

"Mm, totally," Sylar nodded as he walked back to the counter and laid Claire on top of it. "There, now what am I in the mood for," Sylar trailed off as he made his way to the fridge.

Claire scowled as she sat up and moved to roll of the counter, one firm look form Sylar had her staying in place. A thrill ran through her body making her squirm in place. Sylar kept his back to Claire, hiding what he was doing as he rustled in cabinets and hummed a Christmas carol to himself. After a few moments and some odd clinking Sylar turned around holding a tray of shot glasses filled with a dark, creamy liquid.

"What's the big idea," Claire asked hesitantly, utterly unsure where Sylar thoughts were headed.

With a saucy look, Sylar set the tray down and let out a little chuckle, "Alright, shirt off."

"Excuse you," Claire's eyes were wide. "What do you think this is, some sort of topless beach?"

"Oh, that it were," Sylar pouted slightly before the smile returned, "But no, we're doing body shots, so top off."

Scraping the t-shirt up her torso, Claire frowned thoughtfully, "You do realize that the point of body shots is that they're alcoholic, and that the people involved are affected by the alcohol, right?"

"Well aware, these are hot chocolate," Sylar lifted one of the many shot glasses up, "Now lie down, and hold still."

"Why," Claire asked as she dropped her shirt onto the floor as she settled back.

Her answer came in the form of tiny weights settling in a line from her sternum to her low-rise shorts. Tilting her head up, Claire had to stop herself from laughing at the sight of five steaming shot glasses of hot chocolate sitting on her stomach. Sylar's hand slipped beneath her head, curling in her hair and holding her still so he could press a potentially bruising kiss to Claire's lips before helping her relax fully on the counter.

"Honestly," Claire rolled her eyes, "what is the point of this?"

A soft hissing filled the air and a cool feeling spread along her stomach as Sylar ducked down closer to Claire's body. "Just relax," he quieted her. "I promise you will enjoy this, so trust me."

"Fine," was the sighed reply as Claire forced herself to relax, closing her eyes and focusing on the small sensations racing across her skin.

Claire's muscles twitched in anticipation, Sylar was dead silent and absolutely nothing was happening. When, at long last, one of the weights lifted and Claire could finally see Sylar as he tossed the shot back, his whole body dipped out of view almost immediately. Claire inhaled sharply as his mouth latched onto her belly, sucking gently before his tongue laved across the skin, lapping and sucking alternately.

A soft breath of laughter chilled Claire's newly dampened skin, as Sylar nuzzled against her toned skin. Another glass was quickly downed and Sylar's tongue traced a new path across her lower belly, teeth scraping pleasantly. The third shot was a standard affair, swallow and suck. The Fourth deviated; it was dribbled across Claire's stomach, leaving trails of hot liquid for Sylar to chase. The last left the blonde painting. Sylar took the shot with little fanfare before his tongue stroked a heated path from the base of her belly up to her sternum. He stopped to swirl his tongue in her belly button, making Claire's hips buck.

Fingers tightened against the skin of Claire's thighs, digging in pleasantly, rooting her to the feeling of the moment. Every whimper Sylar extracted was met with a surge in his efforts, every whimper was the motivation to earn another and another. The firm order to stay still went unsaid, leaving Claire to try desperately to control her body.

Control was a feat that Claire was struggling with at the moment. As much as she fought the rising heat in her body she couldn't keep still. Rising up, Claire looked down, watching Sylar ravage her bare skin, licking up the remains of what looked like whipped cream. Sylar smirked at the hazy look in Claire's eyes, with a nip at her side. He settled his hands on her hips and pulled her roughly towards the end of the counter and to him.

"Okay, I can kind of see the point," Claire conceded, panting heavily as Sylar moved up her body lips brushing and caressing every inch of her he could.

"I knew you would see it my way," he purred as she leaned forward, curling around him, mouth latching onto his earlobe, sucking gently.

Claire tugged on the skin between her teeth, a self-satisfied smirk forming on her lips, "Who said I wouldn't?"

A soft snort of laughter tickled Claire's shoulder, "Then why did you spend so much time arguing?"

"Did I?"

"You did," Sylar told her. "As I recall you were questioning if I understood the purpose of body shots. So, now that you've had a little time to assess my knowledge, what is your assessment?"

Pulling back, Claire studied Sylar carefully. His eyes were unfocused, dark, his whole face was shadowed. "Hm," she sighed, lifting her hands to cup his face, stroking and smoothing away the lines and tense muscles, "I suppose you I could give you a passing grade."

She giggled as he leaned up to kiss her, the passion simmering softly, the urgency fading from their embrace.

A/N: 23/25. Two more to go! I am having all sorts of Sylaire warm fuzzies. Happy Holidays!