REQUESTED: Future!Gabriel/Elle- First time
Future!Gabriel/Elle "Fancy Meeting You Here"
((This is set in the Future before the house in Texas goes ka-boom.))
Today is going to be so boring... I thought as I hung up my apron. Noah was off with the Nanny and no one else was home. I hadn't seen Peter in ages and no one else deemed me worthy enough to visit. Mom was dead and dear brother, President Nathan was just too important to claim a former psychopath. I sighed and took off my glasses to rub my eyes. There was nothing on TV and I really didn't just want to sit here all day long waiting for my son to come home.
Suddenly the front door slammed open and as I stood to see who it was, powers on alert in case of trouble I heard a voice I thought I would never hear again. "CLAIRE?!" The blonde electrical-discharge-waiting-to-happen walked into the kitchen and froze. Her eyes were crazy-wild but other than that she looked fine.
"Elle?" I asked weary. She looked at me and her eyes bugged even wider.
"WHERE AM I? WHAT HAPPENED?!" Her questions were hysterical screeches that grated on my sensitive hearing.
"Calm down." I said raising my hands palms up. This was such a weird thing, seeing her like this. The last time I'd seen Elle was three years ago. I had heard she'd died... By Claire's hand.
"Where's Peter?! Where's Claire?! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" She asked as she brought her fists up to her head and stared at me wildly. I made calming noises as I slowly walked over to her, but as soon as her hands shot out to her sides and a warning crackle permeated the air, I stopped.
"I don't know where Claire and Peter are. I live here now..." I trailed off a bit curious. Peter as well as that creepy Japanese man was able to go back and forth in time, was this what happened to her? "What year do you think it is Elle?" I asked her. Her expression of terror softened a little as she contemplated my question.
"P- Peter... He... Brought me to the Future?" She asked me instead of answering the question. "Are you... Are you still Sylar?" She asked. I scowled at her unconsciously placing my right hand over the busted watch on my left wrist.
"No. Sylar died a long time ago. Actually, you... You helped with that." Suddenly I remembered a moment long ago, before Claire turned rogue, before Peter disappeared, before Nathan was president. A moment that hadn't made any sense to me at the time.
"You aren't always Sylar... You know." Elle said to me while I tried to choke the life out of her. I snarled at her as her breath slowed and her heart faltered once, twice, but then my world exploded into pain as she unleashed her electricity. Looking up I saw an expression that I never thought to see on her face. Sympathy.
I shook the memory away as I looked back at Elle. "I believe this was meant to be. We are each other's salvation Elle." I said as I took another step forward. She was about to warn me, but my words cut her attack off and using the distraction I walked foreword and pulled her into my arms. The emotions I felt for her were overwhelming and I wondered where they'd come from. Her arms dropped to her sides as the charged air dissipated.
"Ga-- Gabriel?" She asked as I pulled her face to mine. The kiss was tentative and sweet, not at all what I would expect from her. I was braced for a volley of charges from her at any moment, but surprisingly she wasn't fighting me, but kissing me. I buried one of my hands in her blonde hair and the other I placed at her waist. Her hands were on my neck, but they didn't stay there long.
In two seconds she'd jumped up and I helped guide her legs around my waist. I walked us, trying to be mindful of the walls and doors, to my bedroom. She clung to me as I removed my hands from her to lower us to the bed. When I leaned back off her for a second, she let me go with both her hands and mouth and her wide blue eyes stared up at me fearfully. It hurt to still see the fear, but I had gotten used to it over time. The only ones who didn't look at me that way was Claire and Noah.
"I help you?" Elle asks in a whisper. I smile and nod. I reach down and grasp the bottom of my tank top and pull it off. Elle remains lying there just watching. I lean back down to kiss her again, but she places a hand on my chest. Then that one is joined by her other as her nails trail teasingly across my chest. I close my eyes. I hadn't had any contact in this capacity in a long, long time. Her hands disappear and I look down to see she's sitting up, her face right in front of mine and her blouse and bra are gone. The fear in her eyes remain, but there is now a ghost of a smile on her face. "Be... gentle..." She trails off as a deep pink settle across her cheeks and nose.
"Always." I whispered as I took her mouth with mine. She opened to me immediately this time and as our tongues danced around I let my hands explore her torso, cupping her breasts. She moaned into my mouth and that alone was enough to make my prick too hard for my pants. I groaned at the sudden constriction. She giggled lightly as if she knew what had me making noises already. I looked up at the ceiling trying to clear my head a little and then I felt her hands on my belt and pants. They were loose in no time and that only gave me more room to grow.
I helped her out of her pants and underwear and then we were kissing with the delicious feeling of skin against skin. She wrapped her legs around my waist and wiggled against me, which only made me groan and grunt against her mouth. The sounds were degrading in my opinion, but she laughed and smiled even more and that made me less self conscious about it.
After a few minutes of her teasing I snaked my hand between our bodies and was pleased to hear a gasp from her lips as I pressed two fingertips against her. I captured that gasp as well as her breath into my mouth and as I massaged and pinched her Elle rewarded me with moans and sounds that made me think of little kittens. I dipped my fingers lower to find her moist and ready and as I slid those two fingers in she gasped again and bucked against my hand. I smiled, "Patients." I said softly as I took her earlobe into my mouth and sucked on it lightly.
She made several unrecognizable sounds that could have been words had Elle's brain not been on overload with sensations. I sped up my tempo as I slipped in another finger, which made the fit pretty tight. I realized that no matter how much prep, my width would still be too much and pain would be involved. I stilled my hand as nipped at her neck with my teeth. I caught a little bit of skin and pressed down harder than usual. The sharp intake of breath had me worried until a moan accompanied the release of the breath. "Like that..." She said in a breathy whisper. I smiled. I trailed her wetness along her stomach as I placed both of my hands on her narrow hips.
My mouth continued along her neck first sucking and then biting a little. When I was on a bite, her hand snaked down and locked around my shaft which sent my mind of for vacation and I latched onto her neck in a harder than necessary bite. She shrieked and I was about to apologize when I realized it was from pleasure and not pain. With that she guided me to her and I glided in slowly. The fit was extremely tight and I had to inch in as the pain overtook her. As her eyebrows creased with it, I began licking, sucking and biting on her neck, which did the job of distracting her.
When I was fully in I stopped and just let her adjust around me as I continued to nip at her neck. Her breathing was erratic, as if she was disparate for a drink of water and so I found her mouth to quench her thirst. When her hips started bucking at mine, I knew she was ready and worked at keeping a steady pace that wouldn't hurt her too much. Her moans became gasps, which then transformed into screams. My only thought was I'm glad the neighbors moved... as I quickened the pace.
Eventually I pulled her legs up and hooked them over my shoulders so that my reach was deeper, which of course make her scream even more, but it also made her hands crackle with electricity. "Elle." I said warning her of the power surges and without closing her mouth she disengaged her hands from my hair and splayed them on the bed at her sides. With each thrust a jet of electricity shot from her hands and hit the wall and headboard of the bed leaving a charred blast circle. Too much of this and she'll burn the house down... I thought as I pushed a hand between us and used my fingers to work her clit.
"Oh... Oh my G-- Gabriel!" She screamed as I felt her release and subsequent convulsions around me. Her screaming my name was enough to make me see stars. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me as my thoughts tried to bend around her saying 'Gabriel,' not Sylar, Gabriel. It made all the sense in the world and though we were both spent I couldn't help but wet her appetite once more as I claimed her mouth with mine.