Sugary goodness sent to Sylar (heroslayer) and Peter (<lj site="l

( For Sylar )

( For Peter )

The note attached to both:

My gratitude takes the form of chocolate and in Claire's case, shoes. This should surprise no one.

I can't thank you enough for what you did, and if there's ever anything I can besides have someone else make yummy things, please let me know.

♥ B

Silly valentine thingy?

Get your own valentinr

Straight Tequila Night (for elementof_risk)

The first touch of citrus against her lips burned. It was a terrible habit she had, biting her lip when she was tense or nervous, and that habit had continued even through the time her mind had been nothing but a sucking black hole. She'd bitten off the top layer of skin in several places, and the acidic juice that slipped over her lower lip as she bit into the pulp of a lime slice was quick to point it out to her.

She loved tequila. Especially expensive, good quality tequila that went down like water. She liked the way the salt balanced out the burn and the citrus enhanced the flavor on her tongue. It was definitely her poison of choice, but she didn't allow herself to have it very often. But tonight, she needed it. The sting and the salt and the burn and the way her inside went lax after the first five or...ten shots. "Don't try to keep up with me," she'd warned Sark before they'd started to pour their shots, because it took much more alcohol to break through the durability that being a Slayer blessed her with. But oh, she could feel the beginnings of it, relaxing the tension in her shoulders and neck, coating her mind with a thin haze, pushing blood and heat to her cheeks.

She needed this. Anyone that thought alcohol wasn't a healthy way to work through stress and tension could go straight to hell.

She sighed and toyed with her glass with one hand, sucked the sharp tang of lime juice from her fingertips and settled her back against the headboard. Her smile came easier as she watched Julian lean over and pour another shot. She waited until he'd swallowed the burning liquid before she rolled to her side and rested her head against his shoulder. They'd been near silent for most of the evening, and she hated it. She was trying hard to hold together for him, but that he could barely stand to touch her or even look at her, was hardly even talking to her...she was having trouble not breaking down crying. "Hey," she said quietly, tentatively, closing her eyes and humming softly as the room seemed to rotate slowly. "You know...I don't think we've ever done this before."