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[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.]

[Really, bathroom? They're in a library, be more creative. She pulls away slightly and glances around over his shoulder (spot 16) for a moment until she moves her lips back to his ear.]

I have a better idea. Follow me.

[Yes, follow the little temptress as she pushes back her chair and loops a finger again the waistband of his pants for a more physical cue. Follow the temptress to the little study alcove in the corner -- you know the one with the soundproofing and the door that locks. Much better than a bathroom. Tug tug, come on. She has some words of her own before they get back to this and she would like to voice them in private. So hurry up.]

[resisting little temptresses was never a strong suit of his, so he's following her like she's the pied piper or some shit. in fact he is wishing he could grow wings and fly over to that study alcove right about now.]

I like your idea already.

I thought you might.

[She does her little turn on the catwalk and wishes really hard that the door is unlocked, it is!, and very gently shoves the door open and swans inside, kicking it closed behind them and leaning over to turn the lock. She straightens up and gives him a sweet smile.]

Where were we?

I think we were somewhere around ... here.

[once they're in he moves forward, pressing her back against the door. meanwhile, his fingers dig into her shoulder and his mouth presses against hers, mirroring her first display of their ~tell.~]

[Check out this guy, so clever. For Lila's part, she doesn't waste time. Her arms circle his waist, bare hands creeping under his shirt to press flat against his skin for a second before fingers twitch and nails dig in again. Hand to skin contact is still rare for her, she likes to enjoy it. Almost absently, her hips push forward as she returns the kiss with more enthusiasm than she puts into anything.

She stays pressed against him even as she pulls back just slightly.] Are you going to tell me your real name yet?

[She doesn't ask like it will change the outcome to this or even like she cares one way or the other, but in a way that says she has taken time to think about their conversation in the alley enough that the tiny sliver of doubt has turned into the whole cake.]

[that question slows down their love train, so congrats to lila. although he stops moving, he doesn't let go of her in any way.]

What, you don't think my name is really my name?

[he's not making any real effort to defend himself. if anything, he's amused that she took so long to ask.]

I think I need to teach you how to make a decent alias. Or twelve. [She lifts a shoulder in a shrug.] Rainy day fund.

I guess your mafia upbringing would really give you something to bring to the table in that department.

Doesn't hurt. [She rolls up on to her tip toes.] Are you going to tell me?

What would you say if I said I didn't have one?

[Another shrug, a careless toss of her hair. She is so curious now.] I would assume the Veil has it on lockdown. In which case please tell me the one you've picked is better than Jack Morgan, child of inattentive and possibly drunk, dead beat parents.