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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[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.