bakerstreet | (no subject)

Oh, I love it. Very Phantom of the Opera.

Could be fun. Everyone is a stranger in the dark, all kinds of mischief could happen and none would be the wiser as to who managed it. [So if everybody starts making out... well no, that would be obviously Lila's doing.]

Sounds like you might be planning some mischief yourself. [and he's down with that ok. dtf even.]

Wouldn't be a decent party without it. Besides, its my birthday -- I can do whatever I want.

[Pro-tip: its him, js. She ain't even subtle.]

[what is that on your thigh under the table lila?? nbd it's just sylar's hand. i hope the library's sprinkler system is up to date because it is getting hot in hurr.]

I can't wait to go. Now all I have to do is find the right costume. Mask? Whatever.

[Her legs uncross and recross and if his hand goes higher that is clearly a coincidence.]

I'd be happy to provide the mask. 'course, then I would know it was you. Might take all the fun out of it.

[yep his hand just slides on up i don't know how that could have possibly happened.] Maybe you could give me a few to choose from and then not look. At least that way, the chance of it being me would be a little diluted.

Maybe. [She affects a thoughtful expression, turning the page again as if they're actually reading the book.] But in the dark, all those masks and music... I might not be able to tell by your voice alone. There should be a tell, one no one else would be able to recreate.

What kind of tell? Like you said, it's going to be dark. We could always do some kind of secret question-answer thing. You know, have a password.

Those are too easy to figure out. [She shakes her head slowly.] No, I was thinking something more personal. I have an idea of one that might work...

Yeah? You'll have to demonstrate.

[Don't need to tell her twice. She disregards the book and leans in, one hand going to his shoulder, the other curling around the edge of the chair and pushing her up slightly.] I was thinking something like this. [Her mouth presses to his firmly, fingers digging in against his shoulder. It's a hell of a password.]

[ WELL DAMN GURL. u are in the library!!!11 sylar gives a negative amount of shits, though, and is quite happy to roll with it. however, he's too surprised to actually ... do anything besides sit there and be kissed. after she finally stops, he can only make a somewhat dazed expression and say: ]

I won't forget that one any time soon.

Are you sure? [She laughs softly because your fais.] You look a little, hmm, distracted.

Maybe you should try it again, just in case.

[If you insist. She leans in 90%, going at this like Hitch, he's going to have to go the last 10%. Her voice is a tiny little whisper.] Practice makes perfect.

[it's ok he's ready now and has that 10 percent right hurr. this time, he uses one hand to grip the edge of the table and the other to tightly grip her opposite shoulder while kissing her.]

Like that, right? [he whispers, too, without pulling his face away.]

Yes. Shut up now. [Gosh, she is just so nice, but he can use his mouth for such better things and Lila is just sort of... preoccupied with the kissing, honestly. She smiles a little before diving right back in, the hand on his shoulder slipping to circle her arm around his neck, pulling herself closer.]

[ well you can't argue with that. the hand that was on her shoulder moves to tangle itself in her hair, just in case there was a chance of them not being as close as humanly possible. as he gets into it, he starts to lean forward. this is important because his force starts to tip her chair back ... ]

[Lila is so short her feet already don't touch the ground so she doesn't actually notice when the chair shifts. She is a little busy. But her hand leaves the edge of her own chair to drift up to his waist, gloved fingers brushing across the edge of his shirt.]

[and he moves his other hand from the table and presses it against her back. the chair tips to the point that it would fall over and drag both of them down to the floor — but it doesn't, because as it starts to spill he stops it with telekinesis and places his hand on the table again, like he's totally pushing them back up or something. yep. that's exactly what happened.]

[She doesn't quite believe that, but she also... doesn't actually care so his secret is safe. Her hand disappears from his waist for a moment and then reappears a second later as her gloves flutter to the floor, her other hand slips through the hair at the back of his neck, nails scraping across skin. She's not entirely gentle.]

[it's ok he likes it rough. in fact, he even shudders a little after she scratches him. however, sylar, being the one who is older and therefore more wise and full of wisdom, remembers that they are in a library and not the finnick/rafael concert's makeout balcony.]

We shouldn't be doing this here.

[it comes out as a kind of whispery mumble between kisses, and despite saying that he makes no sign of stopping or pulling away. /youtriedstar.jpg]

[He is talking again. Why? Part of her brain registers logic and is really fucking annoyed by it. She ignores it for a moment though, moving her mouth from his to trail across his jaw until she reaches his ear, teeth catching the delicate skin.]

Where do you suggest we go then?

[talking is one of his favorite things, so lila just might have to get used to it happening at inopportune times tbh. at least it's not an impromptu monologue. she does manage to stop his brain from functioning for a little while though, so good on her. as his fingers pull at her hair and dig into her back, he closes his eyes and breathes deep until he finally manages to spit out — ]

Bathroom?

[so fucking classy.]