Title: Scarlet's Walk (Chapter 5)
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Summary: The sequel to a href=".com/tag/devil+in+a+miniskirt"Devil In A Miniskirt/a. Elle and Sylar's roadtrip to New York. AU take on Season 2. Chapter 5: After they cross over into America, Elle wants to do some sightseeing.
Author's note: This chapter is dedicated to stainofmylove as I probably wouldn't have had the idea for this chapter if it wasn't for an Elle/Luke fic she wrote. So, thanks go to her for that. I'm sorry it took so long for this chapter; I've been having a bit of writers block with this story lately. Thanks goes to faded_facade for the beta!
Sylar was surprised by how easily they crossed over the border and into America. Truthfully, he knew they probably wouldn't have much trouble (he had only brought up the concept originally in an attempt to rile up Elle) crossing over but he really hadn't expected it to be that easy. All the fake paperwork Elle had created for them checked out. Even the fake names and social security numbers checked out along with the fake passports. After they got past the border check he had asked her why she had chosen the names "Logan Echolls" and "Veronica Mars" for their fake identities.
Elle smiled and chirped out an answer, "Because they sound like the names of two people who were destined to be together, don't you think?"
"No, I don't," had been his simple reply. He didn't believe in things like destiny, and even if he did, he sure as hell wouldn't want anything to do with a destiny that tied her to him for the rest of eternity. No thank you.
Once they were past the border and into the great state of New Mexico, night was beginning to fall. Sylar raised a brow at Elle. "Don't you think we should find someplace to stay for the night soon?"
"Oh yes," Elle nodded in agreement, flashing him a bright smile in response. "We probably should, and we will, Gabriel, but there's something I want to see before we do. Actually, it was part of the reason why I wanted to come through New Mexcio."
"We're not here to sightsee, Elle," he hissed in annoyance. He was pretty sure he could be making better time if he was traveling with a monkey. And a monkey probably wouldn't be so distracting. Or pretty.
Not that he thought Elle was particularly pretty or anything. Okay, maybe she was sort of pretty in that man-eating, crazy devil woman sort of way. If you liked that sort of thing. Which he didn't.
Really, he didn't.
Elle snapped him out of his thoughts as she replied to him, making a pouty lip and big puppy dog eyes. "But Gaaaabriel," she whined. "This is the only place in the country where four states meet up with one another. Don't you want to see that? Doesn't that sound iawesome/i to you?"
He rolled his eyes a little in response. She sounded like a little child. What was so special about four states meeting up with one another? He couldn't really see the appeal, himself. He just wanted to get to New York as quickly as possible. The sooner he got away from her the better. She was like a virus, and if she lingered in him too long, he was afraid there would be no cure for the infliction. "No, it doesn't sound iawesome/i to me," he answered in a sardonic tone of voice.
"Well too bad," she quipped, her voice picking up into that annoying cheerful tone of hers once more. "Because we're going whether you like it or not, so you might as well just get used to the idea, Gabriel."
"Whatever," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest as he shifted in his seat so that he was looking away from her.
Elle just laughed at that and turned on the radio, playing some annoyingly cheerful pop music as they drove along.
Once again, Sylar resisted the urge to bash his head into the window shield until his brains leaked out. It was a tempting idea, to be certain, but it would be such a waste. His brain deserved better than that.
It was a couple more hours of torture like that (how many times could a radio station play the same generic pop song?) before they finally arrived at their destination. Or rather, Elle's destination. Sylar couldn't really understand what the big deal was. So four states met up in one place. So what?
Elle pulled over the car and got out, making her way to the passenger side. She pulled open the door before grabbing his hand and dragging him. "Come on, Gabriel!"
He sighed and went along with her. It would go much quicker if he just cooperated, he was sure. But that didn't mean he had to like it. The sun was setting in the background, an array of reds, oranges and pinks in the desert sky as she dragged him to where the four states met.
Okay, so the view was nice. He'd give her that much.
Elle positioned one foot in each state, and then one hand in the other two. "Come on! Lean over me so you can touch it too, it's no fun unless we both do it!" she pleaded, tilting her head up to look at him with a quivering lip.
"Fine," he muttered, making his way over to her. He wasn't even sure why he was humoring her, except to expedite things. The sooner they finished up here, the sooner they could get to a hotel. And he was tired. So he came up behind her, bending over her tiny frame, following her positioning carefully. He sucked in a breath at the sensation of her small body underneath his. For not the first time, his mind was flooded with images of other ways she could be beneath him. He moved in closer to her, whispering into her ear in almost husky voice. "Is that better?"
Sylar couldn't help but smirk to himself as he felt Elle tense up beneath him, tilting her head to meet his gaze. Her expression was unreadable, and for once he was certain he was getting to her the way she always seemed to get to him, working her way underneath his skin. Turnabout was fair play, and he pressed against her a little more. "Well?"
"Perfect," she finally replied, her voice sounding a little breathless. It was just about then that he noticed his hands had ended up covering over hers. It was probably a good thing that no one was around, as the embrace had become a lot more intimate than he originally planned. She shocked his hands, causing him to fall backwards as she stood up, brushing off her pants. "Come on," she said, breaking whatever trance she had seemingly been in a few moments ago. "We need to get back on the road and find a hotel before it gets too dark." The sunset was almost over now.
He smirked as he pulled himself off up from the ground, wiping off his own clothes before he picked up his pace to catch up with her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning in close to whisper into her ear in a teasing tone. "I thought you wanted to sightsee."
"Yeah, well, we came, we saw, and now we can leave," she murmured, pulling away from him with another shock. "So let's go already."
He couldn't suppress the grin that spread across his lips as he followed her back to the car. He had to admit, it felt nice to win against her for once. It was about time.
Now if only things could continue in this pattern. That might make the rest of the trip a lot more bearable for him.
He could only hope.