Can Someone Make it Rain? - RP w/ petrelliheidi

[watchmakersylar]

Continued from HERE.

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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[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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