"Is something wrong?" he grunts.
"How in the world did you hear that?"
He shakes his head and smiles. "I can hear everything, remember?"
She smiles as he sits down next to her. She looks at the ground and frowns.
"There is something wrong..." he notices.
Elle looks up at him and her eyes get watery. He kisses her and stands back up. "I'm sorry for whatever it is I did to upset you. But you need some rest. So you have to let it go... at least for tonight."
She laughs and stands up. "I'm not upset with you about anything. I'm just... I'm actually upset about something I did," she explains.
"And what's that?"
"I probably shouldn't tell you. You'll end up killing me or something awful like that."
He takes her hand firmly. "Tell me," he demands.
"I... fell in love."
He let's go and tilts his head curiously. "With...?"
She hesitates and looks away. He puts his hand softly under her chin and turns her so she's facing him. "With?"
"You."
She puts her hands on his shoulders and gets on her toes, staring into his eyes. He wraps his long arms around her stomach and leans in close. They both smile and their eyes close, until their lips are touching. Elle kisses him over and over again, until they're sitting back on the couch. Sylar moves his hands up and down her back, and Elle puts her petite hands on his cheeks. They lay down, still holding each other and kissing.
... In the morning, Sylar and Elle wake up on the floor, underneath pillows and blankets. Elle's arm is draped over his bare chest, and Sylar has his foot wrapped around hers. He turns over and smiles at her, running his fingers through her long hair. She smiles back and kisses him once more before standing up and grabbing his bathrobe.
"Where are you going?" Sylar asks quietly.
"To take a shower." She ties up the bathrobe and looks down at him as he reaches for a pair of sweatpants that are laying on the floor.
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