Can Someone Make it Rain? - RP w/ petrelliheidi

[watchmakersylar]

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I didn't want to move. This was the only place I felt safe anymore, safe, wanted or needed. When I was in Heidi's bedroom I didn't wonder who I was, and why I felt so disconnected. I felt like I belonged. It was harder to leave each and every time. I brushed my thumb over her beautiful lips, and reluctantly forced myself to move. I stretched, feeling the muscles in my shoulders shift.

"My head hurts," I told her. My neck hurt and my face, but that was becoming a daily occurrence. The pain wasn't chronic, but it happened in spurts. Like all the other weird things that had been going on. Keys and coffee cups flying into my hands, the lightning that fried the laptop in my office last week. All this moments of power that no one could explain to me, except possibly Peter, and he still wouldn't return my calls. I was beginning to hate him.

"Do you think the boys would forgive me if I did hide in bed with you all day?" I closed my eyes and stretched out next to her again, hoping that she'd say it'd be all right to stay home. "I don't suppose we know anyone who can make it rain?"

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[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

"Shh, it's okay" I continued to stroke his hair, trying to make the pain go away but it was hard not knowing what had caused it in the first place."

"I'm sure they would, they're just ecstatic to see you. We can miss one day of family fun. I don't know anyone who can make it rain, but I know the next best thing." I reach over and pick up the phone, calling my mother. She is more than happy to come by and get the boys for their outing.

"Thanks mom," I hang up and give him a smile "Now you, where does it hurt? Can I kiss it better?"

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"It's another headache." I love it when she touches my hair. I lace my fingers with hers, bringing them to my mouth to kiss. That feels good though. I'm getting them a lot. My admin thinks I should go to the doctor."

"Remind me to buy your mother a dozen roses. Does she like roses? I don't remember." All I remember about Heidi's mother is the woman not getting along with Angela, not that, that's hard to believe. No one with a heart likes Angela. The last place I want my children is spending time with my mother. "I love spending time with you and the boys, Heidi. I really was an idiot to let you go."

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

"Stress," I tell him, I'm almost scared what would happen if he took this condition to a doctor; talk about your identity crisis.

I nod when he mentions my mother "Yeah, she does and I don't blame you for not remembering, it's been ages since you saw her last." I'm happy to play along, reminding him of things that he truthfully has no memory of.

"Yeah, you kind of were. Hopefully that is behind us now." I chuckle "Of course now it's six in the morning and we will have all day to ourselves, whatever shall we do?"

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it's stress too. I wish I wouldn't get them around you though. You are not something I stress about unless you count me wishing I was here when I'm not." I nod and let out a sigh, snuggling closer to her. "Too bad we're not a a hotel. We could order room service, because you know me. Sooner or later I'm going to get hungry."

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

I chuckle "Yeah, I know. Maybe that is something to think about next time?" I would go make him something now, but I don't want to leave him. I lower my head and kiss his neck, he seems to really like it when I do that.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Her lips send a shiver down my spine, and I know I'm grinning into the pillows. It's little touches like that, that make me never want to leave her.

"Maybe next time we should sleep on the kitchen floor, so we're closer to the refrigerator." I chuckle. "Well if the boys spend the night at your mother's. I wouldn't want to explain why mommy and daddy are naked in front of the dishwasher."

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

I giggle "That is an idea too." Only when the children are out of the house, I wouldn't want to scar them like that. He is fond of them, like Simon and Monty are his own sons. He doesn't know any different and watching them together, it's sweet. I lightly trail my finger down his back then kissing lightly where I touched, moving ever lower.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I twitch when her lips travel over my spine, brushing over an old scar that I don't remember getting. It frustrates me the holes in my memories.

"Careful that tickles." I roll over and grab her, pulling her on top of me. I cup her face, drawing it to me and capture her mouth with mine. "Love you."

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

As he kisses me I know I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be keeping up the charade. I want to get to know the real him, whoever that is.

"Is tickling bad now?" I ask as I wriggle on top of him, my legs falling either side of his body. I blush when he says he loves me, I wonder if he means it or if he has just been programmed to say that. "Love you too."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"You have the most incredible eyes. Have I told you that before? Because I should have." I love the feel of her hair on my hands. It's like the softest silk. "Heidi, did I hit my head? Was I in an accident?"

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

"You may have mentioned it once or twice." I find myself getting lost in his eyes as well.

"I don't know, it's been a while since we've been together but I'm sure if you were your mother or brother would have mentioned something about it to you?" I know what a tight leash Angela keeps Nathan on and if he was Nathan now, I believed that pattern would continue. "When did you start feeling this way?"

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"They don't talk to me about anything." I know I sound like a spoiled child. I sit up a bit more, to lean against the headboard of the bed. "Peter hasn't answered any of my calls in weeks, and I only had lunch with Angela a couple of times. She took me to sushi. I don't like sushi." I still remember how sick that made me. "She told me to hook up with some girl half my age like my father did. I've been getting confused and the headaches for a couple of months now."

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

"Your mom is kind of a bitch." I'm angry at her for suggesting such a thing, she would probably say that to the real Nathan as well. Perhaps the reason why Peter wasn't returning his calls was because he knew this wasn't his brother.

I give him a cheeky smile "I'll talk to you, I love talking to you." I reach up and press my fingertips lightly to his temple "Whatever it is, whatever they aren't telling you, we'll get to the bottom of it."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"Ma's a bitch?" I can't help but laugh hard enough that it hurts my ribs. "You're kidding! I never knew. I thought she was a perfect example of a caring loving mother."

When I can catch my breath, I wrap my hands around her waist. "I love talking to you too. I'd be so lost without you, Heidi, but I'm scared. What if I have a brain tumor or something?"

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

God, he has the most gorgeous laugh, I laugh along too "If she is, then we're all doomed."

"I don't think it's that." Observing him these past weeks I believe I've figured out what it is, they have brainwashed him to think he was Nathan, for what purpose I don't know. I wonder what really happened to my ex-husband, only briefly because I find myself enjoying the company of his replacement much more. His hands on my waist feel huge and I smirk "We're in kind of a compromising position here."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"Oh is that what they call this?" I tease. I want her so badly it hurts. "A compromising position... I thought it was the perfect way to start a Saturday morning. Two consenting adults who love each other and want each other..."

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

I snicker and lean up to kiss him, nibbling on his bottom lip as I maneuver myself over his cock. I moan into his mouth and smile against his lips as I start to move on top of him.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I slide my tongue along hers, fingers splayed over her hips as I match her rhythm. When she's with me I can shut out the chaos churning in my head. I'm me and only me. I'm not Angela's son. I'm not the senator.

I'm Heidi's. I like being Heidi's.

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

I whimper at his movements, he makes my skin prickle with electricity. I'm suddenly jealous, wondering who else he has done this with. In my mind, he's mine now and I don't want people touching my property.

I knead his chest with my fingers, leaving light scratches behind only I notice them starting to fade moments after.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"God I love it when you do that." My back arches when she scratches me. I hope she does it again. She is so beautiful, primal, in her wants and needs, not at all like the delicate creature I thought she was.

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

I'm different than people think I am, they see me as the straight-laced wife of a senator but I'm so much more than that.

I smile when he says that and I do it again, I don't compare him to Nathan when we're in bed together, it's a completely different experience. Even though he has Nathan imprinted on him when he's with me, alone with no mirrors in sight I believe it's just me and him, whoever he is.

"I love you." I whisper and I do, even know it shouldn't; I know this can't possibly end well for me but I don't care, I need him.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

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[sylar.livejournal.com]

I'd do anything for her. I still can't believe I let her leave me. What kind of fucking idiot was I? I gasp into her mouth as she squeezes tighter around me, and I pull her tongue into my mouth. Every time her nails score my skin, it takes me closer to losing control.

"God Heidi." I cup her breasts, before lowering my mouth to tease one nipple until she squeaks. "I could stay like this forever."

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

I bite my lip when I feel his mouth on me but a squeak still manages to escape. "That is tempting." And it really was, if he stayed right here he would never have to go near a mirror again.

"I'll just call up the senate and tell them you can't come into work because your wife is fucking your brains out."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"My wife." That makes me smile. I run my teeth over where my lips just traveled, leaving hard quick little bites. "I like that too. I don't have to be back until Monday. We can spend the next day and a half tying each other up."

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

"My husband." I mewl, the bites are such a turn-on. His scratches might heal quickly but I kind of like that mine won't. I chuckle at his suggestion, he knows my weakness "God yes, I can't think of a better way to spend our time."

Sure we could spend it as a family, but we've been doing that pretty much every day since he returned. "When mom comes and gets the kids, I'll ask her to take them for the weekend."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"When your mom comes from the kids, I'm going to fix us a bubble bath in that huge bathtub of yours." God I want to touch her under the water or in the shower. Fuck it I want to touch her on the stairs, in the kitchen on the dining room table. I don't care as long as she's with me. Being with Heidi is the only time I don't feel lost and alone. "It think there's room enough for three in there. The two of us and my ego."

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

I lean down to kiss him once more and quicken my pace, determined to get off before the kids wake up. I snicker and look down his body "I don't know, your ego is pretty big."

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Can't hold back any longer, and I can tell she's ready. So am I. I pick up my pace, answering my rhythm with Heidi's. I tangle and twist my fingers in her hair, and kiss her hard, biting her lip and tongue as I feel her flutter around me. I shudder and cry out as I lose control.

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

I love this take control side of him, the way he pulls my hair and bites me there is just something so hot about it. I groan into his mouth as I orgasm. Good god, it's fantastic, the sensation vibrates through my skin and I collapse on his chest, sweaty and content.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

It's almost like I'm feeling her come through me. Every time we're together it's stronger and stronger. I can feel her moods and her needs. It makes me want to do more to make her happy. I'd kill for her. I'd die for her.

My hand is still in her hair as she stretches out on my chest. I run my other hand down her back, fingers lightly trailing down her spine. We should get remarried, but it's probably too soon for that.

"When's your mother coming?"

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

I smile goofily at him, that is what contact with him has reduced me to. I look over at the clock and blink "In about an hour, I suppose that means we should get up and make an appearance." I really don't want to move though, ever.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"We probably should. I'll look like deadbeat, scumbag, Nathan if I don't." I don't want to get up, but we have to. "We can pick up where we left off after they're gone. We should help the boys get ready too especially since they don't know they're going." Hope I'm not over doing the caring father thing. It's hard to balance making up for sucking and doing what's right.

[petrelliheidi.livejournal.com]

"Okay," I smirk and roll off him then walk over to put on my robe. I fluff up my hair and give him a smile "I'll get the boys and you can see about breakfast." I give him a wink then head down the hall to our son' room.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

When I get into the bathroom, my stomach twists and the headache comes back. I wince when I look in the mirror, but I look OK. I need to shave, seems like I can never keep up with my beard now. But I look fine.

After my shower, I get dressed and go downstairs to make breakfast for my family. I've never been happier.