...What was she doing? Her movements were almost catlike, as she approached him, and there was a highly provocative way that her body was moving. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with this. Finger trailing across his shoulder, almost teasing, and this was... strange. Strange wasn't a strong enough word to convey just what this was, in all actuality. She was staring and smiling and... was she smelling him?
"How very sadistic of you," he replied in turn, eyebrow raised as she stepped in closer. In any other situation, he'd be uncomfortable. There was a difference between his getting into someone else's personal bubble someone leaning in real close to his. This? Was unsettling. Or at least... it started that way. With Sylar starting to lean back, to make some dry comment that she was far too close for comfort.
And, yet, the other part of him? Wasn't caring right now. Almost as if he was drugged or something. It was strange, she was leaning in, eyes flashing. He wasn't minding. More the opposite of that, really. "Liked it," he replied, a little too slowly to be nonchalant, as his eyes trailed across her for a few long seconds. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, slightly faster, in her throat, in light of the conversation.
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Date: 2007-09-09 02:02 am (UTC)"How very sadistic of you," he replied in turn, eyebrow raised as she stepped in closer. In any other situation, he'd be uncomfortable. There was a difference between his getting into someone else's personal bubble someone leaning in real close to his. This? Was unsettling. Or at least... it started that way. With Sylar starting to lean back, to make some dry comment that she was far too close for comfort.
And, yet, the other part of him? Wasn't caring right now. Almost as if he was drugged or something. It was strange, she was leaning in, eyes flashing. He wasn't minding. More the opposite of that, really. "Liked it," he replied, a little too slowly to be nonchalant, as his eyes trailed across her for a few long seconds. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, slightly faster, in her throat, in light of the conversation.
What the hell was this?