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22 October 2007 @ 07:24 pm
kiss #4, the distance between us, and that person  
Thirty first kisses, Kiss #4
The distance between us, and that person/Kimi to boku no kyori to ano hito
for 30_kisses
Rating: G/PG.
Setting: Between 2x03 and 2x04. (Matt has not yet seen the picture of his father.)

The fourth of thirty different ways Matt and Mohinder might have their first kiss.

The screaming was worse than usual that night. "He's scared," she said as Matt patted down her sweaty brow and Mohinder put a glass of water into her shaking hands. "Someone's after him and he's scared. And when he's scared, he's scarier--"

Matt thought back to the Nakamura case and the symbol that had marked the businessman for death. The same symbol in Molly's drawings. Was it possible that the man in her dreams was being targeted by the killer, too? As he smoothed her hair, listening to Mohinder's whispers and her slowing breathing, he felt a rush of anger and cold bloodlust. Despite himself he wished that the two monsters would find and destroy each other.

Molly was calmer now, but she was still clutching her blanket with a white fist. "I don't want to go back to sleep," she said.

"Sweetheart, you have to," Mohinder cooed in his soft, soothing voice. "You've got school tomorrow."

"I can't. I'm really scared."

Mohinder kissed her forehead. "How about this," he said. "Why don't you come sleep in my bed right next to me. That way I'll be right there to protect you."

She looked up at him with round eyes. "Would that be OK?" she asked tentatively.

"Of course, sweetheart, that's why I said it."

Molly was visibly relieved. She nodded and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. "OK." She took Mohinder's hand and they walked together to the doorway. There she stopped, looked back, and said, staring at Matt, "You come too."

Mohinder started, but Matt nodded firmly. Anything for his little girl.

Once in Mohinder's bed, Molly enthusiastically hugged him around the waist, resting her head in his lap. Her hair was a bright orange spray against the flat gray span of his T-shirt. Matt sat on the edge of the bed, full of relief and affection at seeing her calmed and happy. He'd decided to wait here until she fell asleep, then sneak back to his room. So when her breathing deepened and slowed and her muscles relaxed, he shared a glance with Mohinder and whispered, "Good night." Leaning in to kiss the top of Molly's head, he squeezed her hand briefly.

Molly grabbed that hand and pulled. Hard.

Matt toppled, falling onto the bed. Molly murmured happily in her sleep and hugged his hand close, seemingly unaware that she'd just taken him hostage. Matt goggled at her a moment, incredulous that he couldn't shake her grip, and then harrumphed as he settled down onto the bed. "She'll let go in a sec, I'm sure," he shrugged. "Geez. More powerful than a locomotive."

"That's our girl," Mohinder agreed. Both gazing at Molly, the two smiled in unison at the oddity of the situation. Here was the princess, the damsel in distress, surrounded by her protectors, blissfully sleeping away. And the two strong knights were her prisoners, powerless to move under the sway of her unconscious affection. It was quite the reversal of fortune.

"Yep," Matt whispered. "She sure is." Paternal pride welled up in him as he sat there, watching her. He knew she'd had real parents, people who'd given her life and raised her until their lives were stolen away. But at moments like this it was easy to forget that she wasn't his kid, that he and Molly and Mohinder weren't a real family, flush with love and compassion. She deserved a real family, and he wanted to give her one so badly-- and more selfishly, he wanted it for himself. He'd lost one family already, and this was the second chance he prayed, but doubted, he'd ever get.

Matt's eyes flickered up toward Mohinder, and the smile slid off his lips. He was suddenly, acutely aware of the distance between them. Somehow Molly managed to pull him into a supremely awkward position. He was a scant few inches from the line of Mohinder's shoulder, and were that face to angle down toward his, there would be an intimacy to the proximity that threatened to be embarrassing. A sudden lump of discomfort caught in his throat.

"I, uh, I guess it'll take another few minutes," he said. "She'll have to relax sooner or later."

Mohinder's head was leaned back against the headboard, his face tilted ceilingward. "Why don't you just go to sleep?" he said. "Go ahead. I don't mind."

Matt blushed hotly. "I can't sleep sitting up," he stammered. And it's either that or lean on you, he added internally.

"Whatever you want," yawned Mohinder, "but just so you know, my masculinity can take it. Good night." And his eyes closed.

Suddenly all alone in a bed full of people, Matt grumbled. "I can take it. What does that mean?" Grudgingly, he relaxed his head onto Mohinder's shoulder, very gradually, as though something might leap out of his skin at the first contact. His head hovered, brushed, settled.

The warmth of the man's skin was surprisingly comforting to Matt. Although still self-conscious, he felt the muscles in his neck relax and his sleepiness overpower him. When a yawn overtook him and he inhaled deeply, he felt Mohinder's scent suffusing him. It was something smoky and mysterious, like a perfume from a faraway kingdom where magic carpets flew. He let go of the breath only with regret.

Did they doze? Matt thought he had dreamed of a magic lamp and shifting sands. It was dark and they were still interlocked, three corners of a family triangle. But as his eyes adjusted to the barest slivers of light, Matt realized that something had changed. Mohinder was no longer leaning back. His head now dipped forward, his nose brushing Matt's cheek, and his lips, heavy and full, mere moments from Matt's skin.

And he was awake.

Matt's gaze flew up to read the dark eyes. They were soft, full of admiration and something else Matt couldn't or wouldn't dare name. He started slightly at the realization that a soft, warm hand was caressing his cheek. "What are you doing?" he whispered when he could find his tongue, trying to sound angry but succeeding only in conveying sleepy confusion.

The hand stopped moving but did not withdraw. "I was curious--" Mohinder could not finish his thought. The eye contact between them faltered, but did not fail.

All of a sudden the pounding of his heart was all Matt could hear. "She's still sleeping?" he heard himself say roughly. His mouth was dry.

"Who?" The slight pursing of the lips as the word slipped from between them was fascinating to Matt.

"Our daughter." They were so close, and Matt found that he, too, was curious.

"Our daughter," Mohinder's lips twitched as he repeated the phrase. A long curtain of black eyelashes rippled as his gaze flickered downward. "Yes, she's sleeping."

Mohinder's hand on his face was warm, and it made him want to lean into that palm and fall asleep again. "Then why are we awake?" he smiled.

There was no answer. Matt leaned on him again. In the darkness, their breath faded in and out of synchronicity, like melodies moving past each other in a fugue. It felt good to be there, quiet and together, a family. For a moment Matt was sure he'd fall asleep again, but it became obvious as time went on that Mohinder was still quite awake and was staring at him intently.

He sat back up, blinking at those eyes that were burning into him. "M-- Mohinder, what are you looking at?"

"The distance," he whispered after a moment.

"The distance?"

"How odd." A low chuckle sounded in his throat. "I've been trying to estimate the distance between us. I just now realized that's what I was trying to do. The mind can play tricks on you late at night."

This was something Matt was discovering himself. He was still staring at Mohinder's lips, finding himself possessed with an urge he could only explain by thinking he must be dreaming. It had something to do with that low-pitched laugh of his, the rumble of it deep within his chest, transferring over to Matt and filling him with vibration. It had something to do with the darkness and the lack of sleep. It had something to do with the girl who had found peace here in this place, and how grateful he was to Mohinder for providing that. And it had to do with Mohinder himself, this man whose presence and proximity seemed to captivate Matt, like he was a beacon on a lonely sea.

"Did you figure it out?" he asked stupidly. Why was he indulging this? It seemed dangerously close to veering out of control. At the last, the thrill running through him was like something he only ever felt in car chases and roller coasters.

"What?" Mohinder had not stopped staring.

"The distance. Between us." It was hard to breathe.

"No," Mohinder said, and somehow every time he spoke his breath was a little hotter, his face a little harder to focus on. "Perhaps two feet?"

"Nah, that's too much," Matt whispered, looking down his nose to view the gap. It was too small. And not small enough. Mohinder's hand on his face was now not just warm but hot. "More like six inches."

"Five..." Mohinder breathed.

"Maybe five." And five was fading to four. "Molly--"

"She's fine--"

"I think I'm going nuts," Matt groaned. "Are we dreaming?"

"Three inches, perhaps--" Mohinder's other hand came up to cup Matt's face.

"Two inches?" His eyes closed.

"Too much--" And they came together in a kiss at once feverish and calm, passionate and placid. A mystical kiss on the first of a thousand and one magical nights. Matt could feel the whoosh of the magic carpet as sensation lifted him up above the clouds.

It was only when Matt's hands rose to touch Mohinder's shoulders, then stroke his hair, that he realized Molly had released his hand long ago. Drawing back, he stared at it. "Huh." It was honestly the most intelligent thing he could think of to say.

Mohinder's eyes just glittered at him.

"I guess that means... I should head back to my room now," he said lamely.

"You can do that... if you like," Mohinder said slowly, and Matt heard in his voice the same starstruck confusion he was feeling. Mohinder was just as lost, just as bewitched as he was. And that knowledge stirred up a sandstorm of emotion that stung his eyes with its intensity.

"Mohinder, I--" He wasn't sure what he was trying to say, but it hardly mattered-- he didn't get very far. Their lips met again before another word could slip between them. Matt broke into a grin against Mohinder's mouth, and his smile was answered.

This time it was too late; this time there would be no pretense. Matt simply leaned his head back against Mohinder's shoulder. And not because he had to.

And finally, all three of them slept.

Au's note: wtf is with the arabian nights references? They wrote themselves in. Please don't blame me.
speakersxblown on October 23rd, 2007 12:13 am (UTC)
Awww I love it!
ilsaluvsrickilsaluvsrick on October 23rd, 2007 12:23 am (UTC)
mmm, that was so pretty, and soft and cozy, but sensual at the same time.
The Lizxellos_fan_girl on October 23rd, 2007 12:24 am (UTC)
OH MAN. I <3 THIS BEYOND ANYTHING. Fer like no reason. Except for the fact that it's awesome. Yeah. I think thats a good reason.
speakersxblown on October 23rd, 2007 12:30 am (UTC)
Oh fancy seeing you here
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Tiptoe39: tamaki2tiptoe39 on October 23rd, 2007 12:41 am (UTC)
that's a very high compliment, thank you :)
priscillafilmspriscillaf on October 24th, 2007 10:53 pm (UTC)
they could also move to Massachusetts.
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priscillafilmspriscillaf on October 25th, 2007 10:33 am (UTC)

you win
Kristie: Matthinder-So married-illiriahrisingilliriahrising on October 23rd, 2007 03:47 am (UTC)
So sweet! Woe is me that NBC will never be brave enough to give us a scene like this on the show. Oh well, I can close my eyes and just picture it there thanks to your ficlet.
del_writesdel_writes on October 23rd, 2007 04:28 am (UTC)
This was lovely. I think it's my favorite of these so far.
Dana Norram: m3hugdana_norram on October 23rd, 2007 05:38 pm (UTC)
Awwwwwwwwwwwww! *melts*

Molly just rocks! :-p

This kiss was so lovely, but very sensual at the same time! *o*
LeiaDianaMinerva: Matt and Mohinderleiadiana on October 24th, 2007 05:42 am (UTC)
This was wonderful. Molly sure has them wrapped around her finger.

Cedara: Heroes:Molly_has_two_dadscedara on October 24th, 2007 03:09 pm (UTC)
eumonigyeumonigy on November 4th, 2007 07:05 am (UTC)
wtf is with the arabian nights references?

I don't know why, but through the whole thing I was imagining Molly was having some sort of Arabian Nights/Alladin dream, and thus was effecting Matt's perception.

So it definitely worked out for the better for me. :DDD

Oh, yes, and I love the story, and all of the first kisses written so far. :D
Tiptoe39: aoitiptoe39 on November 4th, 2007 03:35 pm (UTC)
There's an idea!

I'm glad you liked. :)