(A/N) Warning – Lemons ahead.
Kiss
me where your eye won't meet me
Meet me where your mind won't
kiss me
Oh, You know, You know, You know you're so sweetly
Oh,
You know, You know, I know that I love you
I mean I, I mean I need
to love
No you girls will never know how you make a boy feel.
-No You Girls by Franz Fernidad
The sun glinted off the puddles left on the school from the previous night's downpour as students poured in the gates. Sasha Hart was trying to cool her face off as she trudged through the humid air, hating everyone as her high heels dug into the muddy lawn. The sun baked down on her as she tripped up on a root and had to quickly splay herself out so as not to fall head first into the mud.
As she swiped her brown hair from her sweaty forehead and attempted to bring her heel out from its place in the ground, her eyes landed on a familiar looking black car. It was idling near the main entrance to the school, and the sun was shining in through the tinted windows at the angle that showed Sasha two silhouettes joined in an embrace. It lasted for a few good minutes before the two pulled apart.
Sasha finally managed to pull free and carefully walked towards the pavement where she finally stumbled up to her waiting friends, sweating and mud splattered.
Tanya, Sasha's friend, was standing imperiously on the concrete, brushing off her short denim skirt and turning to another girl beside her. The girl had long blond hair and keen blue eyes that matched a sly smile that revealed perfect teeth. Her small athletic body was dressed in tight denim shorts, light pink ballet flats and a darker pink tight shirt that declared "It's not me, It's you."
"I hate life," Sasha grumbled as she picked at the blades of grass stuck in her fishnets.
"That's Sasha, your one stop shop for optimism," Tanya said, laughing towards the new girl.
"Hey," said the girl, offering her hand to Sasha, "My name's Diana."
Sasha gave the girl a weird look then slowly took the offered hand. Diana began to shake Sasha's hand enthusiastically, but Sasha whipped her hand away quickly.
"Electric shock," she explained, as she shook out the overly excited nerves in her hand.
"Isn't that your sister?" Tanya asked, looking over Sasha's shoulder.
Sasha quickly turned around to see Jane shutting the black car's door as she stepped onto the sidewalk. She was smiling blissfully when the car honked twice as it drove off swiftly. She was clutching her biology book to her chest as she stared off towards the main street.
"I hate her," Sasha grumbled. "They've been at it for the whole weekend! I've only seen them come down for meals."
"I think someone's a little jealous," Tanya giggled. "Oh, here she comes."
Jane was walking peacefully down the pathway towards the school, her glossy eyes ahead of her as she smiled to herself. She spotted Sasha and immediately cast her eyes back to the ground
Sasha smiled cattily and turned back to Tanya and Diana. "Why would anyone want that pervert? Anyone who can settle for my sister doesn't deserve me." She said loudly as Jane walked by.
The girl visibly cringed and the muscles in her back became taught as if she were constraining herself from action. Sasha watched happily as Jane quickly entered the school without looking back, the smile, though, clearly swiped from her face.
"You know what?" Sasha said suddenly, stretching her back out with a smile. "I feel a whole lot better."
"Am I missing something?" Diana asked, her blue eyes twinkling.
The bell rang then, and all three guys sighed irritably.
"I'll fill you in at lunch." Sasha said happily, revelling in the chance to share the gossip.
OOO
"Mr. Brown," called a voice teasingly from the door, and Mohinder looked up to see Elle lounging against the closed door to his classroom. She was smiling in her devilish way as she eyed him from across the room.
"You could be a bit subtler," Mohinder grumbled as he set down a grade eight's paper. "Why aren't you in your third class?"
"Ouch, Daddy," Elle mumbled, arriving at his desk. "Don't hit me; I'll be a good girl."
"You're twisted," Mohinder informed her. "What can I do for you, Elle? Or do you prefer Diana?"
"Call me whatever you want, Mr. Brown," she said, winking sexily as she sat up on the desk and began to rummage through her bag. "You're going to love me!" she declared as she brought out her camera. She handed it over to him.
Mohinder turned the camera on and switched it to display mode. The first picture was of a young girl with medium length brown hair. She wore a light flowing skirt that stopped a few inches short of her knees with a white singlet and a buttoned up pink sweater. She was smiling absently, the wind in her hair as she stepped out of a building.
"Who's this?" Mohinder asked, looking up to see Elle biting viciously into an apple.
"Jane Hart, sister of Sasha Hart." Elle informed Mohinder. "What do you think of her?"
"Why? Trying to get me set up with a nice southern girl?"
"Just answer the question," Elle commanded, looking forward to see the Jane photo once more.
"Sweet," Mohinder said with a shrug. "I think she's in my Bio12 class actually, she's a bright girl. A nice girl and very pretty."
"What if I told you that her sister informed that she has a boyfriend," Elle began.
"Every girl with a boyfriend is a suspect?" Mohinder asked dryly, continuing through pictures of the girl. She really did look like a sweet girl.
"No," Elle pouted, crossing her arms. "But her boyfriend is over 25, lives in as a guest in their home, moved in about two months ago and his name..."
"What?" Mohinder asked with bright eyes. "Tell me!"
"His name is Gabriel Gray."
The world was a dim hum as Mohinder looked down towards the photo of Jane, blinking down at her. She was smiling again, her cheeks flushed with the heat as she was frozen in a small dance step. Her iPod was stuck in their tight, and she seemed lost to another world.
"We need to save her."
OOO
Jane laughed lightly as her small finger traced the snarl of scar that marred the surface of Sylar's stomach. It puckered against his toned and tanned belly with alabaster abound. Sylar twitched in bed as Jane poked a finger at the center of the scar.
"How'd it happen?" Jane asked, tracing the sides of the scar soothingly.
Sylar chuckled and ran a hand through her hair. "You shouldn't be so curious."
Jane leant forward and kissed the scar tenderly before bringing her face up to where Sylar's rested against a pillow. He smiled brightly at her as she leant in and kissed his mouth tenderly. He let one hand slip down her bare back, and felt her velvety soft skin against his fingertips.
"Why are we still here?" Jane asked, tapping against Sylar's delicate collar bone.
"Meaning?" Sylar's body tensed and his head looked down at her hand as it played with the hair on his chest.
"We could go anywhere; Chicago. Las Vegas. New York."
"How would we earn money? Would you work?"
"Yes. I'd do anything to be with you."
"You'd do hard labour? Where are your credentials? You'd be a high school drop out."
"I'd be a waitress." Jane said wildly, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"9-5? Late shift? You wouldn't be with me then, you'd be at work – we both would be – trying to keep up a lifestyle." Sylar was sitting up straighter.
"So long as we had one another."
"You'd soon despise me."
"Do you have such little faith in my love?" Jane asked suddenly, sitting up with him.
"No!" Sylar suddenly yelled in a possessive way as he felt Jane's body heat move away. He grabbed at her and tucked her safely under his arm. His lips eagerly spread kisses through her hair as his hands rubbed up and down her curled body as if the seconds of disconnection had been years. "I still think I've been too lucky with you – how can a bastard like me keep you? I once didn't believe in love..."
Jane sighed and kissed Sylar's chest.
"You made me live again, Jane. I love breathing only if the air I breathe is heavy with your scent. I only feel if It's your body in my hands. How can someone like me get someone like you and think it will last long? The things I've done...
"I don't know what you've done! You don't tell me anything about you." Jane kissed Sylar's cheek, dwelling for a moment on his stubble that tickled against her lips. "I still love you. And that's why-"
Sylar just moved in and kissed Jane thoroughly, exploring her mouth with such intensity that Jane lost her train of thought. She quickly became submissive as Sylar flipped over and straddled over her hips. He bent down and captured Jane's lips once more, his body weight pushing her further down into the mattress. Sylar's teeth bit her lips playfully as Jane gasped beneath him.
"I love you," Sylar growled.
He pushed his body down so that he was ripping off her light nightgown. It could have looked violent to someone else, but to the couple caught up in the arousal, it was the stairway to heaven. Jane gasped as Sylar's arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her down to his level. He fell down on top of her and ground incessantly against her small, soft body.
"What do you want," Sylar husked as Jane pulled at his hips. Jane just grunted as he pushed his hips down harder against hers. "Tell me."
"You!" was all Jane could manage. "Take over me." She begged into his mouth as her hands feverishly tried to remove his boxers.
Sylar got up on his knees so that Jane lay trapped beneath him. She tried to sit up but found that Sylar's strong thighs around her waist stopped her. He ripped off his shirt quickly, lost to the sound of Jane moaning and twisting under him. Noah Bennet could be outside the door and he'd not know it. It was dangerous to be so lost to the feeling of another person. What if she were ever taken from him? He was past the point where he could just forget her.
Jane had begun to get loose from Sylar's grip from her constantly squirming. He let his old smile come across his face as his eyebrows levelled seriously on his face. His eyes danced as Jane's glossy eyes stared up at him. The look of love and need in them sent his dismal thoughts soaring off into oblivion.
His powers wrapped around the girl as he pulled her from under him and pinned her half against the headboard and half supported by pillows. Her eyes were alight and her chest heaved up and down prettily.
"We'll find a way," Sylar promised as Jane grabbed at his neck and pulled him roughly against her. His hands were rough and there was a distinct difference as he grabbed hold of her thighs and began to spread them for her. "I'll bind you to me. I'll keep you mine. Could you handle that?"
"Take. Over. Me." Jane panted again, as her head lolled back, evading Sylar's lips. He grabbed hold of it by digging his fingers into her hair and pulling it back up to face him.
"Gladly," he said darkly, feeling his body turn dangerous as the animal in him pushed forward and claimed Jane's body.
OOO
Mohinder hung off the ivory, his brown hair being blown around by the sticky air as he looked in to Sylar's window. He had brought Elle along, fully expecting to not even reach the house before he was killed, but it seemed Sylar was... distracted. Mohinder's eyes were caught in the fury of his should was his mind turned and twisted with turmoil.
Elle waited impatiently on the ground, stomping her foot and practicing her aim for an electrical shock in Mohinder's nether regions.
"Disturbing," whispered Mohinder's voice from up at the window.
"What do you see?" Elle called up in her version of discreet.
Mohinder simply ignored her as his muscles along his back rippled with anger Elle hadn't seen in him. She was slightly disturbed by it, but found the emotion comforting – it appeared the doctor cared about people after all.
Just as she was gearing up to shoot the electrical shot at his most vulnerable area, the doctor expertly slid down the ivory and landed on two feet, managing to raise the camera above his head to stop any chance of damaging its precious tape.
He could have spent life in a gym rather than a lab.
"Can I see?" Elle asked, sucking back the blue zapping streaks into her palm before Mohinder could see them. He removed the tape, stored it in his pocket, and then threw the camera at the girl. She caught it with a gasp.
"I don't think you're old enough." Mohinder growled as he stormed towards their car.
Elle followed in his wake, extremely interested in the bulge in his pants pocket where the tape lay heavy. She tried to grab at it, but Mohinder jumped away.
"Interested in what I hide in my pants?" Mohinder asked.
Elle blinked at the doctor's cheek. "What's got your libido going?"
Mohinder's smile wiped quickly from his face. "It's nothing. That was disturbing, and yet she seemed... I remain convinced that the women who would ever be capable of dating Sylar or self despising, immoral twits. He's just in it for the lay."
Elle yelled out in frustration. "I want to see that tape!"
"You can be in the room when she sees it. It might soften the blow if she has someone her age around. She's hardly going to open up to her Biology teacher." Mohinder could see the scene, and was shuddering in anticipation of it.
"Do you think she's got powers?" Elle asked.
"No." Mohinder said through clenched teeth. "Whatever power she had, he's taken it from her."
"I hate you." Elle said, looking down to the bulge again. She cleared her throat and began to plan ahead to the Jane Ambush. "No power means we can trap her easier. This will be a piece of cake. We just best hope she doesn't love him too deeply."
"Why?" Mohinder asked as the pair stopped at their two doors on the rented Sedan.
"Oh, my boy," Elle sighed, opening her door. "You have much to learn about Love."
