“I’m not sure that’s it.” Mohinder chewed his pen and tried not smirk at Sylar’s almost audible eyeroll.
“Trust me Mohinder it is, which means you’re done. Which means it’s sex time. Put down the crossword and let’s do it for God’s sake.” Sylar snatched at the paper but Mohinder was too quick for him.
“I just want to check it in the dictionary, hang on.” Mohinder squealed as Sylar grabbed him from behind and wrestled him into the mattress.
“Eight letters, second letter U, ‘bog’. It’s ‘quagmire’ and you know it, now try this one. Four letters, first letter S, what Mohinder is going to do to Sylar's dick right now….”
You caught me in a cracky mood!
“Trust me Mohinder it is, which means you’re done. Which means it’s sex time. Put down the crossword and let’s do it for God’s sake.” Sylar snatched at the paper but Mohinder was too quick for him.
“I just want to check it in the dictionary, hang on.” Mohinder squealed as Sylar grabbed him from behind and wrestled him into the mattress.
“Eight letters, second letter U, ‘bog’. It’s ‘quagmire’ and you know it, now try this one. Four letters, first letter S, what Mohinder is going to do to Sylar's dick right now….”