Sylar was exhausted; he wanted more than anything, to just curl up with Claire and fall asleep. He kissed just under her ear, savoring the memories; it would be a very long time before he would be able to progress things so far again. He both heard and felt Claire sigh into his shoulder. He froze as she nuzzled the place where his shoulder and neck met, kissing the same spot softly.
"They're coming," he whispered.
"I know." Her hands tightened momentarily.
"I can't be Gabriel anymore." He squeezed her one more time before pushing away from her abruptly. He stood carefully between her and the door, blocking their view of her beautiful body.
Cheeks turning pink, Claire quickly adjusted her clothes and slid her panties back on, fully aware of Sylar's gaze on her body. She tried not to watch him push himself back into his tight jeans and zip them up.
Just as the door opened, Sylar used his abilities to control her body; he walked her towards him. His nose flared and his eyes closed briefly as Samuel entered the room. Quickly shifting personalities, Sylar recovered his smirk and amused eyes, and then turned to address the older man.
"Samuel, you should have warned me about this little…show. Whose the hormonally gifted carnie?"
Samuel frowned. "I've asked you to not refer to us as 'carnies'. I had thought you'd be more cooperative, now that you're one of us.
Sylar shrugged indifferently. He didn't really care which of them held the power, it didn't interest him; he just wanted Claire to know he wasn't in on that planning.
"Now, Miss Bennett, let's take this conversation somewhere a little more private. We wouldn't want your uncle waking up and getting himself hurt trying to save you. Alice," he called.
The pretty blond from the corner left her exhausted partner, picking up a skimpy dress on the way and pulling it on. The girl left behind whimpered and collapsed.
He recognized the girl as the one to distract Peter, the first time he had spoken to Claire. That explained how she was able to get the protective uncle's mind off of his niece. She winked at him, misunderstanding his interest.
Sylar made Claire comply with Samuel, surprised to note she wasn't fighting his control. But as her eyes lingered on the sleeping Peter, he didn't have to question why. Their willingness to dive headfirst into dangerous situations for each other brought about a pang of envy. What he wouldn't give to receive that sort of devotion.
Claire sighed as she allowed Sylar to force her out the door. She really hoped they would choose a non strenuous activity, she was exhausted; she snorted at the idea of napping while they tortured her. She was so tired of the constant drama; what she wouldn't give for a year of nothing but school work and relaxing movies.
Stepping outside the building, Claire raised surprised eyebrows. Samuel seemed to catch her moment of pause.
"Normally, I have a much quicker, more efficient mode of travel. But, considering our numbers today," he dropped off, gesturing to the brightly colored van.
Claire cleared her throat, willing herself not to laugh aloud; she didn't know Samuel's temperament well enough to mock him so close to her family. She and Sylar reached the door first and he prodded her in, turning her to the back row of seats.
"You can let go. What am I gonna do?" Claire whispered, sitting in the middle of the bench seat.
"Not sure," Sylar answered as her body came back under her own control. "You're creative when you plot against me."
She crossed her arms, ignoring his amusement. A short man supporting Charlie, climbed in next, shoving the half dressed man beside her. Claire groaned quietly and scooted discreetly closer to Sylar, who raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. The short man turned to help a weak Becky in next and settled down beside her in the middle row.
A second man she didn't recognize climbed into the driver's seat, followed by Samuel in the passenger side. Then, Alice slid in and let her gaze drift over them all, landing on Sylar.
"Looks like we're gonna have to double up." She slithered up to Sylar. Claire rolled her eyes, not sure the woman's Southern accent was genuine.
"Buckle up kids," Samuel announced from the front. At his gesture the driver hit the pedal, lurching the van forward and Alice into Sylar's lap.
Instead of turning around, the scantily clad woman straddled his lap. She rested her hands on his chest and leaned into him. He, on the other hand, remained neutral, one arm resting beside the window, the other on the back of the seat behind Claire.
She wanted to turn away, so as not to see anything that may happen between them, but to do that would put her face-to-face with a lightly snoring Charlie. So, she settled for silently hoping she wouldn't catch anything out of her peripheral view.
She wanted to gag when the woman started purring in Sylar's ear. How could she even want more? They had spent way too long locked in that room. Maybe she couldn't control her own pheromone levels and they were stuck on high?
They hadn't traveled long before the men in front began to shift noticeably and Samuel cleared his throat. "That's enough, Alice."
She shifted her position on Sylar's lap to look over her shoulder at the older man. "You interrupted me; I wasn't finished." She turned back to Sylar. "Just roll down your window."
Sylar still casually ignored her when she wiggled against him; he stared out the window as if unaware of her presence. Claire felt the now familiar tingle in her lower abdomen and bit her lip against the sensation.
"Come on, baby. I know you got more in you," she pleaded, rubbing against him. At last, he turned cold eyes on her. Alice froze, hand an inch from his pants.
"I'm not a toy," he said softly, removing her hands from his body. "Go find another playmate." He slid her off of his lap and onto the floor, turning his face back to the window.
Claire couldn't help herself; she laughed at the look on the girl's face. She looked as though she had never been turned down before. Given her ability that was probably true. Alice's embarrassment turned to anger as she narrowed her eyes at Claire.
"Don't push me, little girl," Alice growled, moving to Charlie's lap. "I can make you so desperate for it, that you'll give yourself to anyone."
Claire rolled her eyes and looked pointedly away. She could see Alice fluff her hair and slap Charlie's chest.
"Wake up, Charlie." The teasing note in her voice all but gone. "You, me and Travis are gonna have some fun."
"Oh no; not me," Travis denied quickly. "My wife would not be amused."
"Your wife?" she sneered. "Please. I'm the perfect excuse to have an affair. You simply couldn't help yourself." She reached to touch him, but he jerked away.
"You think that would make a difference? Besides, she'd burn your ass." He chuckled and leaned closer to the open window.
"Fine. Just you and me, Charlie." She slapped his cheek hard. "Wake up!"
"Tired," Charlie croaked.
"Samuel," Alice whined, kicking up her chemical output.
The older man sighed and unfastened his seat belt. "Travis, help Eli get us back?"
"Sure, boss." They traded seats.
"Come here, love."
She smiled as she approached him, tugging her dress up and off. Claire turned wide eyes away from the scene, staring out the window beside Sylar. Unfortunately, she could still see some of what was going on out of the corner of her eye, not to mention hear it.
She shifted as the pheromone wave hit her, now that she was expecting it, it wasn't as bad; but it wasn't easy to ignore. In fact, she held as still as possible, sure if Sylar so much as looked in her direction, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from mauling him. What she wouldn't give for some fresh air.
Another wave washed over her and she whimpered quietly, closing her eyes and squeezing her fists, nails biting into her palms. A soft hand cupped her cheek and ran down her neck, shoulder, and arm. It skipped over to her waist and its match joined it there. Together, the hands lifted and guided her onto a comfortable lap.
Sylar stroked her cheek when she leaned back against him. His legs shifted beneath her, moving between hers so he could part them slightly, but not so much that anyone could see up her skirt. Not that Claire cared at that particular moment. All that mattered was Sylar's hands. One had made its way between her legs, the other had snaked up her shirt .
Sylar played Claire's body perfectly, she was so easy to read like that. No guesswork needed; his ability and her body told him everything he needed to know.
Since he was prepared for the pheromone spike, it had no effect on him. Claire rubbing her little bottom on him, however, was a whole different story. But, he could wait. He wouldn't fuck her the way Samuel was doing Alice; she deserved better.
He caught eyes on them and flicked his wrist, making Claire gasp. He smirked at Eli's irritation at not being able to watch them in his rear view mirror.
Pheromones were still heavy in the air, but Claire fell into an exhausted slumber, not moving from his lap. Sighing a little, Sylar removed his hands from her clothing and decided to act like a seatbelt, holding her sweet body closer than necessary.
A/N: Did anyone else fan girl squeal at the preview for next week's episode? I am still all giddy and bouncy when I think about it. I cannot wait!
So, thanks for reading guys! Please review and let me know what you think. What you'd like to see happen, what your favorite part was, whatever. Thanks!