Title: One fine morning
Summary: a man, two girls and a razor. What next?
Word Count: 517
A/N: written for the «Shaving» fic challenge inheroes3somes. It turned out fluffy, so be warned!:)
A huge THANK YOU tokathrynthegr8 - an amazing beta and my guardian angel
He always liked straight razors. The coldness of the steel against his skin. The sharpness of the blade always made him catch his breath even though he couldn't really hurt himself. And, above all, he liked how smooth his skin felt after shaving.
It was one of the small human joys that spontaneous cellular regeneration gave him: once the hair was cut it didn't grow back instantly. It afforded him a few more hours without stubble, a benefit he enjoyed immensely.
Sylar rinsed the razor under running water and brought the blade to his lathered cheek, tilting his head to the yellowish light of the bathroom lamp.
That was when he noticed Claire. She looked at him from the mirror – all dimples and smiles and golden locks. A sweet little angel messing around with a monster.
Ex-monster, to be exact. He was a changed man now.
"Hey you," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Before he could answer, she kissed his cheek, screwing up her face at the taste of the shaving foam on her lips. Sylar couldn't fight the snicker looking at the white foamy moustache under her nose caused. She cleaned her face with the front of his white t-shirt and stuck her tongue out at him. Laughing, Sylar kissed the tip of her nose.
"What's with the hair-cut?" he asked, touching her shortened bangs.
"Like it?" she grinned up at him.
He looked at her for a moment and then continued shaving.
"Reminds me of someone," he said carefully.
Claire snorted discontentedly but didn't answer. She watched him intently and then lifted her hand to his face.
He stopped, looking at her.
"You've done this before?"
"No, but I can try. Do you trust me?"
He placed the razor on her open palm.
"Okay, go ahead then."
The blade slid up his neck, leaving a wide space in the lather. Smiling happily, Claire rinsed the razor and repeated the action. She was surprisingly good at it, he had to admit to himself as he touched his freshly shaved skin.
A brief glance down at her made him catch his breath. She was standing on her tiptoes, her body taut, her small perky breasts tightening the material of her flimsy summer top. She stepped closer and one of her hard nipples brushed against his bicep...
"What are you doing here?"
The sound of Elle's voice almost made Claire's hand slip. Almost. But she didn't cut him.
"Shaving," Claire stated, smiling innocently at her.
Sylar turned to his other lover, trying to bite back a grin. Both his girls were wearing tight blue jeans with matching tops. He looked pointedly at Elle's bangs and raised his eyebrow, meeting Claire's gaze.
"Can I play too?" Elle asked.
"Sure. Come on in," he said, nodding to Claire to pass her weapon to the other girl.
"Here." Claire handed over the razor.
Elle grinned wickedly, sliding the blade down Sylar's throat until she reached the hollow of his neck.
"So much for shaving," she announced as she cut Sylar's shirt in two.