a/n:
here it is. thanks for reading. this has been barely edited. it's also not as long as i was going to make it to be cause i decided to stop at a certain point so that i had enough momentum to continue writing. special thanks to all the lovely anons from the last chapter.
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Sylar stared at the woman underneath him. This one was shivering for much different reasons than the other girl he'd woken up to this morning. His pupils dilated in response to thinking of
her
even though Kendall, the very willing woman who was moaning and reaching for him, should have been his focus. And she was in some ways... physically and visually; but his mind was elsewhere.
With some women, there were often times he knew he had better. To crudely put it, like sitting in a comfortable chair. Familiar but nothing necessarily sentimental.
No.
He wanted to be
in
someone else.
Sylar twitched as he felt this sudden surge of longing fill him. That was new. That particular feeling.
He let Kendall pull him down for a kiss. Her open mouth sucked his in. Their tongues attacked each other, wet muscle against wet muscle. Any other day he would've loved this. Her eagerness was wet and tight, rippling against him even when he wasn't inside of her yet. Any other day, this would have been the best scene yet.
Her nails scraped his back and he arched his lower body forward, hitting her so deep that she became boneless. When she shivered, Sylar covered her mouth and looked up.
Emma was chewing on his fingernails with that innocence he loved. She staring intently at the screen as if he had no effect on her at all. Her brow carried the same furrowed concentration that marred her face before she woke up. At first he thought it'd been the cold, but when he went to hold her, she whispered the name Adam. And instead of paying attention to the gut feeling in his chest, he thought about fulfilling her wish.
Oh so briefly. He thought about becoming Adam just to know what it'd be like... not just to have her, but to have her want him. Want him back.
"Fuck!"
He screamed as his balls tightened for the money-shot Nick wanted. The thick liquid went up and exited his shaft just as he pulled out. White strings shot out, hitting Kendall's breasts and bottom lip. Kendall undulated underneath him in response, rocking out her orgasm, while scooping up his cum by the handful straight into her mouth.
Any other day... he thought as he pushed himself off even before Nick yelled cut. Not that that mattered. The cameraman quickly swept in for an up close shot of Kendall moaning and finishing herself off.
"Here you go."
He froze, stunned because he immediately noticed two things. One, it was Emma standing in front of him. She shook her hand once more to signal that she was just there to hand him a towel. Her eyes struggled to stay focused on his face, but he never felt happier to see her. Somewhere in between this morning and now, her face had changed.
Two: She was beautiful.
"Thank you," he said. He intentionally grazed his fingers against hers just to get a reaction.
Nothing.
There was also a third thing he noticed as Emma scuttled away to assist Kendall in cleaning up. His cock. Normally it stood at full attention whenever she was near, but today it laid well-rested by his leg. Reason said it was because he just came, but another part of him wondered if it was because he still wanted to hold her. Feel her.
Then again, maybe nothing had changed since this morning.
He knotted the towel around his waist as he watched her. Hr hair was so silky, like a waterfall in the Amazon. He didn't realize how long her hair was until now. The ends reached the small of her back and sections her body for his imagination. Because of the way she dressed, most of body was left to guesswork. Only her silhouette gave him clues to the curves underneath those clothes. He guessed she had a tiny waist and a pert ass. He could tell that much from her jeans. At least those were form fitting.
Then it came - that familiar stirring. Sylar groaned. Yes. This is what he knew and expected.
Within seconds, a tent formed underneath his towel. He quickly glanced to see what Emma was doing. It'd be a while until he came back down. God, it felt so good though - he let his hand graze over his cock and imagined it was her hand.
He was right. Nothing changed. She'd always been beautiful.
He just didn't realize that he'd always thought so until that morning. He recalled brushing her long hair out of her face. Not because it was making her wrinkle her nose in the most adorable fashion, but because it covered her face from him. All he wanted was to be able to see every sigh, every smile, every expression. Every inch of her skin.
As the sun was starting to set, a warm glow of burnt gold struck through the trees. Sylar swore it was a beacon of light that was sent to guide him to her. Even as people spoke to him, he heard nothing. He could only nod in acknowledgment because all of his sense were focused on Emma. Her little body as she ran to help the crew members take down some of the equipment. Her hands, small and perfect, dealt with the more delicate pieces.
Shit. Sylar squirmed as he felt himself getting harder than he'd ever been in his life. It wasn't just the idea of sex. It was the idea of having sex
with her.
With Emma. With her responding to him in a way different from all the girls he knew. It'd be new with her. It'd be different. He didn't know how to explain how he knew this, but he did.
Quickly leaving the scene and hoping to get back to his room where he could hit a cold shower, Sylar paused when he reached his empty room. A daring thought popped in his mind. Maybe just once, he thought. Just once, he'd let himself jerk off to the thought of her. It'd been a while since he used his imagination.
As he threw his towel onto the bed and grabbed his hard cock, his eyes closed in appreciation. A moan escaped his lips, and something deep inside told him that he was on the verge of his best orgasm yet.
***
"Emma!"
Emma turned around to see Greg running towards her. His big smile was contagious, and she grinned in return. Zipping up the tripod bag she was holding, Emma made sure that everything was in place before letting him give her a hug.
"What was that for?" she asked.
Greg pouted. "I just felt so bad that you had to spend the night in the van. You're such a trouper, Emma."
"It's no big deal."
"Where you cold?"
She thought about the blanket Sylar had brought for her. How in the morning, she slowly woke up, shivering and trying to fall back asleep when she wondered: If I'm cold, then how is Sylar feeling? After she jolted awake, she found the space beside her empty. The only evidence of Sylar was the blanket wrapped tightly around her.
"No," she lied. "It wasn't too bad."
"Well lucky for you, you won't have to sleep in the van tonight."
"What why?"
"We're wrapping early, silly."
Emma looked confused. "But someone still has to watch the van."
"Nick's going to have Luke drive it back tonight."
She perked up. "So we're going home early?"
"No, no." Greg felt terrible when her face fell with disappointment. He bumped his shoulder into hers. "Cheer up, we're leaving little earlier tomorrow morning. But tonight we're going to celebrate. Drinks on the house. You better come!"
