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Veronica Mars ([info]gettoughgeteven) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2009-03-15 16:18:00

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Entry tags:sylar, veronica mars

WHO: Sylar & Veronica
WHERE: Veronica's Apartment
WHEN: Day to start
WARNINGS: Probably High. Will edit as necessary. Definitely an NC-17 rating on this one.

Veronica could not believe this was actually happening. Was she crazy? That must be it. After all she'd been through, how could she not be crazy? How could she not be a little fucked up, a little damaged? She didn't know what she was thinking though. Sylar was on his way. This whole thing was a long time coming and Veronica knew it. This whole thing had been inevitable since he'd become interested in her. And now that day was here and there was nowhere to run, she didn't want to run.

She was scared and excited. She didn't want to be. She wished that she could tell him to never speak to her again but she just wasn't strong enough. Part of her had always wondered what it would be like…but part of her felt bad for Lindsey and Elle. She didn't love Lindsey. She liked him, and they'd been together for a couple of months now but after her last relationship, love did not come easily. She didn't know what she was going to tell him after this. And poor Elle, all she wanted was to be loved…but still Veronica had to give in to her selfish desires.


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[info]notazombie
2009-03-15 03:27 pm UTC (link)
Everything that was happening now had been set into motion longer than almost anyone else would have thought. It wasn’t a matter of months now as Sylar was pretty certain that it had been over a year. The longest wait he had ever endured to take what he wanted. The ultimate game of cat and mouse that was about to evolve into something else entirely. The hunt had been more thrilling than even he could have imagined but it didn’t compare to what he was currently experiencing.


The truth was simple yet difficult to explain. Sylar, as much as he could, loved Elle. But someone that had the issues he did was incapable of true love. That much he had decided already. Elle was meant for more than he could give her yet he was too selfish to let her go. Love was a very relative word, when he thought about it. He had no comparison to make from his past. But this itch he felt for Veronica? It had to be scratched or it would drive him insane.

As he made his way to the apartment all thoughts of guilt were gone for the moment. It was replaced with a surge of adrenaline and a rush of excitement. Veronica was almost within reach now and there was nothing that could prevent the inevitable. Not anymore. This was the point of no return.

A small movement of his wrist and the door was forced open. Not a worthy demonstration of his powers. “Veronica,” the tone of his voice was low with a definite edge. “Do I need to come and find you?” A look of arrogance came across his features and let his long coat fall to the floor. “There’s nowhere you can hide.”

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-15 03:39 pm UTC (link)
Veronica's heart was pounding. He couldn't really hurt her, of course, being that she was immortal and all. She didn't even know why she wanted him so badly but she really could not stand it. It was beyond wrong, beyond...any measure of sanity. Why was it she was always attracted to men that were completely unhealthy for her?

She stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room so he could see her. She took a few steps forward, watching him. This had been building up for a long time. She was full of anticipation and fear, as well as guilt and excitement. This really was a fucked up situation.

"Who's hiding?"

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-15 03:49 pm UTC (link)
"Maybe you should have been," he spoke in a quiet tone. Eyes traveled over Veronica's form as she stepped into the living room. This was the moment that had appeared in many of his fantasies and Sylar wanted to memorize every detail. What she was wearing, the look on her face, the hitch in her breath. The way that her chest heaved from fear and anticipation. Yes, he wanted to have this moment stored in his memory forever, to make it a vital part of him.

Without warning, not that he ever gave one, Veronica was sent flying across the room and pinned to the wall. All that it required was a flick of his wrist. "You have no idea how powerful I really am." There was a confidence in his eyes as he approached her. "Or what I'm capable of."

There was no effort to try and disguise the way he was looking over her body. Much like a predator would stare at their prey. "But you're going to find out before this is over." The material of her shirt split down the middle as if being cut by an invisible force. He could hear her quickly her heart was pounding and it only turned him on.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-15 04:00 pm UTC (link)
She knew about his abilities but she didn't know how powerful he really was. When Elle had said sometimes she couldn't even move, she hadn't taken her literally. Pinned against the wall, Veronica really could not move and that did scare her. She was completely helpless.

She looked down as her shirt started to split as if it was being cut with a knife. How was he doing that? Elle hadn't mentioned...

He was looking at her like the caught that finally caught the mouse, and over a year of taunting and chasing were finally coming to an end in her living room.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-15 04:08 pm UTC (link)
The smirk on his lips definitely indictated a predatory kind of satisfaction. An arrogance in knowing that the mouse had been caught. His abilities had grown to encompass things that Veronica couldn't have imagined. The sword that she swore by would have done no damage to him. Anything she could have brought to the table would have provided nothing more than a glimmer of amusement.

The shirt was now completely split and had fallen to the floor where Sylar would make sure that it remained. The wide-eyed look of fear was an invitation to go further. Like anyone who lived for the hunt you gained a certain amount of pleasure from knowing how you effected the hunted. SHe was afraid, finally, but it hadn't stopped her excitement.

He could have done a number of things right then. He could have allowed himself to see the crimson color of her blood or even put her through the wall. First thing was first. Something he had been waiting to do for over a year. Something that couldn't wait.

Leaning forward his lips found her own. The kiss was far from gentle but carried the kind of lust and passion that was rarely felt by others. His tongue explored her mouth, her breath was his breath, her taste was his intoxicant.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-15 04:17 pm UTC (link)
Veronica was not so sure that she liked playing mouse to Sylar's cat. He was far more dangerous than she had originally anticipated and he was right, her sword would not have protected her. Nothing would have. She didn't need protecting though.

"You're gonna owe me a new shirt." She told him, as what was left of it fell to the floor. She was afraid but she hadn't lost her wit. She knew he was excited about this, and she couldn't help be excited too, even though there was so much that he could do to her.

And then his lips were on hers in a feverish and demanding kiss. She hadn't really thought this would happen...at least not yet.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-15 08:56 pm UTC (link)

The taste of her lips was something that Sylar had envisioned for some time. Would she be wearing lip gloss? Would there be a natural flavor to Veronica that was sweet? All of his questions were answered with that feverish kiss. It was all that he had anticipated and even more. It was an all new exploration to him and one that he planned to revisit soon.

The act of affection, if it could be called that, was ended when he withdrew. Tongue slid across his lips to rid them of any remnants of her taste. “Your shirt will be the last of your problems before this is over.” The fight that she carried inside of her was what caused half of his desire in the first place. He moved one hand up and grabbed her jaw forcing Veronica to look at him. “I’ll destroy a lot more than that.”

The telekinetic hold on her was released but not without consequence. Now that she wasn’t being held against the wall she was physically at his mercy. He flung her towards the floor and grinned wickedly while he looked down. “Are you going to run?” An arch of an eyebrow before he let out a hollow laugh. “Maybe you can get to your sword before I pounce.”

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-15 09:05 pm UTC (link)
The kiss was more demanding and hungry than any kiss she'd ever experienced before. It wasn't sweet or chaste, it was violent and wanting. Patrick had never even kissed her like that. It was a kiss that had been brewing for a long long time.

Maybe Veronica didn't quite know what she was getting into, she fell towards the floor, getting up as quickly as she could. She wiped her lips and looked at him. There was no way she could get to her sword from here and with his abilities what good would it do? She was still excited and she still wanted it but she was really afraid of what he could actually do to her. She didn't know all the abilities he had.

She ran down the hall into her bedroom and locked the door. She pushed the dresser in front of it and went for the window. If he wanted a chase, he was going to get one.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-15 09:13 pm UTC (link)
To kiss Veronica was a different experience all together. Never before had Sylar waited so long to take something since his abilities had come to him. Never had he wanted something so much either. The action itself didn’t disappoint. Lips were tingling with sensation and the taste of her was still fresh in her mouth. It was a kiss that he had taken from her and one that excited him. During the kiss he could feel her heart thundering and that let him know he did have an effect on her.

No one ever really knew what they were getting into when they went up against him. They thought they had an idea, they thought his powers could be controlled, but he was the one that was always left standing. And now his sight was set on a new prey that he intended to toy with for an almost infinite amount of time.

The amusement in his eyes simply grew with her reaction to suggest about reaching the sword. Veronica had scrambled to her feet and ran down the hallway where she undoubtedly was building some kind of barricade. Nothing that she could create could hold him back; a fact he knew she was well aware of.

The lock of the door was opened with a thought and he soon was standing in the doorway. The dresser went sliding across the room before she had a chance to get out the window. “Tsk tsk, Veronica. I’m not that easy to escape.” Though instead of using his telekinesis he opted for a different power; bolts of electricity flew from his fingertips and shocked her.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-15 09:21 pm UTC (link)
The electricity hit her in the back, effectively singing the back of her bra which was now barely hanging on. It hurt, but the effects of it healed within seconds, that was the benefit of being an immortal. She rolled over so she was face up, looking up at him. It was like some kind of bad horror movie or something.

She scrambled to get back to her feet, watching him to see what he might do next. She would be okay, but that didn't mean tonight would be a very good night in some ways. Her bra was barely hanging on now, and only her long blonde hair was covering her breasts.

"You got that power from Elle." She grinned at him. Well, it looked like she wasn't going to get that far. Maybe he really would get a chance to dissect her.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-15 09:29 pm UTC (link)
The light reflected in his eyes as Veronica was struck with electricity and the oh-so-arrogant smirk had yet to leave his lips. The strength of this power was quick to drop her to the floor and singe her bra; an unplanned effect but one that was more than welcomed. Black boots made a soft noise on the floor as he stepped in closer to her. This was the way that he wanted her, the way that he had always planned to have her, and he wasn’t going to be denied.

“There’s plenty more where that came from, Veronica. You have no idea what powers I have.” Right then he could have showcased more of them but his blood was pumping and his adrenaline was pushing him forward. When you fantasized about something for so long, there were so many scenarios to play out, and he had a difficult time picking which one would be first.

There had been no indicator given to let her know what he was about to do. Sylar launched himself forward and was upon Veronica within a second. Fingers wrapped around her wrists and shoved them down against the floor to limit her mobility. “I don’t always need powers to handle you,” he taunted as he towered over her.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-15 09:45 pm UTC (link)
She didn't know how she expected this to go exactly, but it was a little more violent and heart racing than she expected. She wasn't too worried because she knew he couldn't actually kill her, unless he tried to take her head...then she'd be fucked. But he hadn't come over here to kill her, at least not permanently, he could have probably done that a long time ago.

And now he was on top of her, and she was pinned to the floor. She was immortal but that hadn't made her stronger. He was bigger than she is, and she didn't know everything that he could do. She knew a few of his powers, but not the majority of them.

"What are you going to do now?" She asked, the uncertainty caused most of the fear in her. She was shaking a little, mostly in anticipation.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-15 09:53 pm UTC (link)
When fantasy became reality it hardly ever matched the anticipation that had built around. This was not the case when it came to their inevitable showdown. Not even Sylar could have really known how this was going to happen. You can plan, plot, imagine all you want, but improvisation usually proved to be your most valuable weapon. It explained their current predicament. Why Veronica was pinned underneath him and why he could feel every shiver and shake that came with the fear that she was experiencing.

“No more words.” His voice was little more than a growl when he spoke and the look in his eyes revealed a threatening nature. The pain that he could make her endure was beyond measure; and there would come a time when he wanted to see her blood, when her screams would be a pleasant sound, but even Sylar was not immune to the extreme cases of lust and greed.

Lips found her own in a kiss that matched the ferocity that they had previously shared. Instead of keeping her hands pinned (at least for the moment) he released them. His own tangled into her hair to give himself better access to her mouth while his much larger frame was pressed into her own in lust.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-15 10:08 pm UTC (link)
She was pinned underneath his weight and he was more than strong enough to keep her wrists pinned to the floor. He was more than scary and demanding with his words to her. No more words. Those three words told her there might be some severe consequences if she didn't obey.

She couldn't help squirming a little. Even Patrick hadn't been quite this violent with her. What had she expected though? There were always dangerous men, but Sylar was probably the most dangerous of all. He could do anything, have anyone, he was completely unstoppable and that thrilled her more than anything.

She was kissing him back though not as demanding as he was. Her arms which were now free, wrapped around his back as they kissed. She was still almost completely immobile, but right now moving wasn't really on her mind.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-15 10:18 pm UTC (link)
When something was wanted this badly, when it was needed with the very fiber of your being, all others thoughts disappeared into the background. The only emotions you felt were the ones that demanded your current actions. Your mind was focused only on what you were doing and in that second nothing else could matter.

It was an accurate description of how Sylar felt right then as their lips slid against one another’s in a heated kiss. As much as he was demanding, she was giving, which led to the excitement that had spread throughout his body. Where her lips were soft and sweet, he was rough and forceful, wanting nothing more than to become intoxicated with her taste. Breath was only an afterthought; Veronica was the oxygen that his body demanded.

The fingertips that had been tangled in her blonde locks of hair were now forming a tight grip. Oblivious to the pain that it would cause (though he was very careful not to pull out any hair) she was jerked up to her feet. “You’ll give me more than that.” His teeth grit together after speaking and what was left of her bra was knocked to the floor.

He shoved her towards the wall knowing that his physical strength dwarfed anything that she could have tried to counter. His own shirt was pulled up over his head and removed as he stared her down, almost stalking her. How meek would his mouse be?

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-15 10:30 pm UTC (link)
She could tell he was excited. She was excited too. She didn't know everything that he was going to do to her, but some of it was very obvious. She winced a little when he pulled her up to her feet by her hair. She was scared, he was really rough with her, but she couldn't seem to mind too much. This whole thing with him had been building for so long and they just wanted to enjoy it.

Her back hit the wall hard and she watched as he removed his shirt. He was looking at her like he was some kind of predator and she was his prey. She moved away from the wall just slightly to kiss him again. She had no illusions about what would eventually happen this night.

Her hands ran up his arms ever so slightly. He really did have a nice body. This was still so fucked up though, she must be crazy to have even let him in here.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-15 10:43 pm UTC (link)
Self control was something Sylar had always expected of himself. To lose any semblance of it was to become less than whole; to become something bordering on repulsive and disgusting. But such a thing was hard to fight off when the object of your darkest desires was involved. And Veronica was just that. She had been at the heart of his darkest thoughts and wants for over a year.

This time when they kissed there was another element added. Their previous engagements had been heated and demanding but only ever glimpsed violent. Now he was biting her lip to the point that the faint taste of copper had been added to her natural flavor. And that wasn’t enough. He always wanted more and in his heightened state of arousal would not stop until satisfaction was to be had.

The difference in height between the two of them had never been so evident as it was now. Even as she ran her fingertips up his arms she was only able to do so comfortably because he was leaning down. His hands grabbed her hips and lifted her small form up until her feet weren’t touching the floor. To hold her would have been gentle and that was not what his dark impulses demanded.

He all but tackled her into the wall and the collision was followed by a small groan from his lips. Pain wasn’t all that he intended to cause her, far from it. She wasn’t given any time to recover before he was pressing against her, hips grinding forward, trying to create the ever needed friction he needed through the layers of clothing that separated them. Veronica, in truth, was being thrust against the wall with every moment of his hips.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-15 10:52 pm UTC (link)
They'd been doing this song and dance for so long now, with him stalking her and her rejecting him. And now here he was, in her bedroom with no sign of going anywhere. She wasn't throwing him out, she was letting him do some really messed up things to her. She didn't know why she wanted him, but she couldn't help that she did.

And soon her feet were off the floor and he'd shoved her into the wall again, but this time there was no where to go. She was between him and the wall and the way he was grinding into her...well it was hard for him to hide what he wanted right now. She kept slamming back into the wall, every time he thrust his hips into her. A soft moan escaped her lips and her body was quivering.

There was so much he could do to her right now. As many times as she had imagined this, she didn't quite see him taking her against the wall, at least not at first. There was so much about this that was unknown and that just heightened every part of it for her, probably for him too. He probably wasn't able to be so rough with Elle. She was fragile and easily broken. That was not the case with Veronica.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-15 11:06 pm UTC (link)
The thought of trying to hide his true intentions was one of the furthest from his mind. In other cases it was no exaggeration to say that Sylar was more than adequate at keeping such things a mystery. Right now he was a slave to his emotions as so many others had been before him; ruled by the very beat of his heart and under the influence of every dark impulse that screamed for attention.

Their hips were grinding together with an almost palpable sense of reckless abandon. He trying to put her through the wall and he could only assume that Veronica was doing her best to show that she wouldn’t be dominated so completely. Maybe she would have succeeded in that endeavor if not for the soft sound of pleasure that came from her lips. It caused his eyes to shut and the muscles on his body to tense. How many nights had he spent lying awake in bed imaging that exact sound? Trying to picture what it would take to illicit such a reaction from her.

Though it may seem that he couldn’t make up his mind as he slung Veronica onto the bed it was far from it. It was his thought that he had hours ahead to do unthinkable things to her in this apartment. To see how much glass it took to make her scream. But right now? His mind was flooded with the darkest of sexual desires.

Sylar undid his belt with a look of victory in his eyes as he approached the bed. It was only a second later that his pants fell to the floor and the smirk grew on his lips. The soft material of his silk boxers did little to mask how aroused he had become from their actions.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-16 09:02 am UTC (link)
Veronica hit the bed pretty hard. There was no going back now, not that she would have opted to if there was. He'd given her a chance to make him wait or stop...but some part of Veronica wanted this as much as Sylar did. Some part of her wanted him to see what her limits were. It was not a happy little fantasy with a princess being rescued by a prince, no, their...encounter would never be told as a Great Fairy Tale but that didn't make them want it any less.

Luckily she didn't hit her head on the headboard but there was still a bit of impact. For one thing, he was tossing her around as if she were no more than a rag doll. She was panting as she watched him approaching the bed, now only in a pair of boxers. She was only in a skirt and panties now since her bra and shirt had been...discarded long ago.

She had no way of knowing what he might do next, except the very clear indicator in his boxers. He'd stalked her for over a year and now all of his patience was about to pay off. All of her wondering...well after tonight she wasn't going to wonder anymore.

Her heart was still pounding, but she'd mostly been able to catch her breath for now.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-16 09:24 am UTC (link)
He watched as her small form was sent crashing onto the bed as if she were nothing more than a ragdoll. The image would be forever painted in his mind that much Sylar was sure of. The way that her blond locks were splayed out across the comforter would be a detail to never forget. Each step brought him closer to the ultimate goal that had been set out from the beginning. With each rapid beat of his heart he knew his fantasy was to be given life.

Eyes traveled over the expanse of her creamy white skin taking in the sight of newly revealed flesh. The predatory look could still be found on his expression but it had been replaced with something even more apparent. Anyone would have noticed the lust as he devoured Veronica with his eyes; looking at her as if she were the object of his deepest desires. The message was clear even without words; he needed her in the most primitive of ways.

When he climbed onto the bed any measure of self control that had been left over almost immediately disappeared; heat was radiating off her in waves and even from this distance he was able to feel it. His body was soon on top of hers once more but this was entirely different than before. It was skin on skin and that added a completely different element. It made it much more intimate and much more real.

His teeth found her neck without so much as a thought. It was an impulse to put it mildly. It didn’t come from any kind of fetish, there wasn’t some desire inside of him to taste her blood, or anything like that. It was natural instinct and an act of domination. The way he bit her neck was a way to make her submissive to him. There was enough force place into it to make anyone cry out in pain. He was not completely unmerciful though. Even as he bit her his hips pushed down and he thrust against her in a much more intimate way than before.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-16 09:38 am UTC (link)
This whole thing was fucked up. She didn't even like him. He'd spent over a year taunting and terrorizing her, but she still wanted this. He was here and she was all alone, it really was like one of those thriller movies where you never knew what was going to happen next. In the immediate future, what would happen was pretty clear to Veronica Mars.

She noticed the way he was looking at her, as he approached. She was glad he'd given her a few seconds to catch her breath, she'd kind of needed that after all the excitement here. The moment to catch her breath didn't completely save her though, he was on her very quickly, and her little break was all over.

Her whole body tensed when he bit into her neck. She was an immortal, but that didn't mean that she couldn't feel pain, it hurt as much as it would any other person even though any mark would be gone in seconds. And with his hips driving her into the bed, any pain from the bite was soon gone.

She knew he couldn't do most of this to Elle, not without breaking her and she did believe that Sylar generally cared about Elle, despite everything. Veronica wouldn't break so easily, she'd heal from any damage he inflicted on her tonight, in the physical sense anyway.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-16 09:55 am UTC (link)
This scenario had played itself out within his mind more times than anyone would have been able to count. It was never the same; there was always a small detail that changed, something that made each time different. None of those imaginative explorations of Veronica’s body could have compared with what was actually happening right then and there. The heat that emitted from her was burning into his skin; he could feel every beat of her heart, and almost taste her excitement.

Teeth had plunged into the tender flesh of her neck with as much pressure as his jaw could create. There was no stopping the throaty growl that escaped him as the act took place. The tension that it immediately created in her body had caused Veronica to press into him even moreso than they had been. Their bodies were as close as humanly possible and yet it still wasn’t enough for Sylar.

His mouth detached from her neck through a great deal of reluctance. That was no indication that he was near being done though. This was an experience that he wanted to draw out until they were both so physically drained that they couldn’t move. Hands that had been surprisingly idle for the moment now were moving into action. They were quick to find the material of her skirt which offered very little resistance as it was torn away in an attempt to expose Veronica that much more.

Revealing more of her milky white skin was only half the excitement of the situation. The other half came from the fact that he was able to reveal just as much to her in turn. Now that her skirt had been discarded it was only fair to do the same for her. The boxers that had been the last barrier to what they both knew what would happen on his part were removed. His eyes closed as he came into contact with her warm skin in the most intimate of ways.

“You’re mine,” he whispered in a low tone.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-16 10:11 am UTC (link)
Veronica had no illusions where this would go, even from the beginning. He was somehow rougher than Patrick had ever been with her, more demanding too. He kind of made Patrick look like a choir boy in comparison but she couldn't stay away. She had a history of wanting men that were bad for her, and Sylar was pretty much the absolute worse.

The marks he'd left on her neck had already healed. Anything he could think of doing to her tonight would heal, but the memory would stay fresh in both of their minds. This was probably the only time this would ever happen, but of course she couldn't be sure of that yet either.

She was panting heavily as he drove her into the bed and tore her skirt off. She'd need all new clothes when he was done with her, but that was the least of her problems. And now he was naked and she could see without a shadow of a doubt how much he really wanted her and her body quivered in some kind of mix of fear and delight.

"Not yet." She whispered back, breathlessly. She was nothing, if not defiant.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-16 10:40 am UTC (link)
Man had never been designed to be able to resist the ultimate temptation. Even the most disciplined of people had their breaking points and Sylar was far from being the shining image of moderation. Veronica had been the problem that wouldn’t go away; the thought that never ceased to capture his attention, and the fantasy that taunted him day and night. It was understandable then that he would want her this much. A desire so strong that it could almost be tasted; a need that took on a life of it’s own.

His head tilted back if only for a moment. Dark eyes traveled over her body as if to memorize all that he could. This was far past the point of no return and he knew it would be a memory that he revisited often. Something that would always satisfy him in one way or another. Looking wasn’t enough though and soon his fingertips were created a trail across her pale skin. Hands cupped her pert breasts while their lips smashed together in a heated frenzy.

Even that was far from enough to quench his unyielding thirst for what she could give him. In fact it had the opposite effect. It brought his lust to new and unexplored levels. It turned his mind into a slave of passion that was ruled by those strong emotions. All that he could think of right then was having her in a primal and animalistic way.

The panties were torn away much in the same manner of the skirt before them. Veronica was completely exposed to him now; bare and submissive to him in an intimate way. She was, in all ways, his for the taking and he never disappointed in that regard. “You’re wrong,” he whispered into her ear with a tilt of his head. “You have been since the moment I walked through the door.”


Using his power of telekinesis Veronica was forced to look at him. Their eyes locked in the moment that he had been waiting for since the second that he saw her. He wanted to see the look in her eyes and the expression on her face as it happened. Hands were holding her hips as he thrust inside of her. At first it was a very slow motion to enjoy the sensation. Almost painstakingly slow to a degree as he felt her tightness and how moist he had caused her to become. And then his hips jerked forward and the remainder of his length was pushed into her.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-16 11:27 am UTC (link)
Resistance to any of this was futile. She'd thought about it a great deal and for a long time. Ever since they'd first spoken there was that little what if in the back of her mind. Eventually it would happen, eventually they'd be some of the only people still around. She'd barely been twenty when her immortality was activated and now she was almost 22 and yet she had not aged a day. She wasn't sure how old Sylar was, but he too was immortal. They'd see lifetimes, and much more than was possible for anyone else. They were members of a very exclusive club, to a degree.

Right now though, there was no thoughts just instinct and raw emotions. She was pinned to her bed and there was no going back from this. She couldn't help the wide eyes when she saw him over her. She knew that he was going to dominate her in every sense of the word. Veronica was very independent, but right now she was surrendering herself and everything she was to him. She was going to let him fulfill that dark fantasy that they both shared.

Her body shuddered, especially as he started to enter her. Her entire body tensed around him and the look on her face was probably something he would commit to memory. This was the moment he'd wanted since their very first conversation, a moment she denied him for over a year. This was bound to be a crazy night.

"Prove it." She told him, looking up at him. She was not his. Veronica Mars belonged to no one, even if Sylar believed that she was his when he entered her apartment. In a way she was daring him to see what else he would do to her. He was buried deep inside of her, and movement wasn't that easy at the moment.

"If you can." She added to further test him.

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[info]notazombie
2009-03-16 12:12 pm UTC (link)
Even in the darkest depths of his imagination Sylar hadn’t been able to picture it turning out to be this way. The wide eyed look of realization she gave him before the soft gasp that followed. Veronica Mars was trembling at his touch and with every second that passed he was taking something away from her that would forever be his. It did speak volumes about the fight within her that she was doing her best to remain quiet and strong as he pushed inside of her.

“I will.” A promise made from lust and passion. Or was it more of a threat? A solemn vow that he would go beyond anything she had thought of to prove that she would be his. That this was only the beginning of a path that would carry on much longer than anyone could have anticipated. Veronica was the drug that his system demanded and it wasn’t within him to deny such a thing.

Abilities faded into the background as pure instinct and emotion took over. It was to prove a point that Sylar by himself could do anything he wanted with her. There was no need for extra powers to accomplish such a thing. Hands tangled into her hair, fingers gripping the soft blond locks, lips crushing against her own in a display of passion.

But what had already started wasn’t going to stop any time soon. Gentle would have been the least fitting description of what was happening between them. But it wasn’t lacking passion or desire, much the opposite, in fact.

The painstakingly slow movements that he had taken to ensure that he would forever remember the initial moments of their union were now being replaced. Hips jerked forward in a much more forceful thrust as he slammed his entire length into Veronica again. Her small stature added to his visual arousal which in turned spurred him forward. His eyes looked down at where their bodies met as he slowly pulled back only to impale her again.

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[info]gettoughgeteven
2009-03-16 12:35 pm UTC (link)
He thought he could make her his, wasn't that cute? It wasn't an easy task and it had been attempted before. Veronica Mars was not easy to tame, even after all she'd been through. His hands on her body made her quiver, she didn't care how rough he got with her right now. As much as he could hurt her, he could also make her feel more alive than she ever had before, especially since she found out about her immortality.

"We'll see." She teased him. She was starting to realize that this might not be just a one time thing. He might want to experience it again, and she didn't think she'd be able to turn him down for an encore. She didn't imagine she could turn him down for much after this, but right now she was very much in the moment.

She was kissing him back, with more need and passion than her somewhat shy earlier kisses. He was definitely not gentle with her, but she didn't care about that. She didn't want gentle. She didn't want someone to make love to her. She wanted someone to fuck her. She wanted Sylar to fuck her. She wasn't really focusing on how wrong this was anymore.

Her hips moved up to meet him each time as she moaned. She couldn't help being a little vocal during this.

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