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07 November 2007 @ 06:03 pm
[fanfic] 30 First Kisses - Kiss #9 (rated PG)  
Title: 30 First Kisses - Kiss #9
Author: tiptoe39
Rating: PG for angst.
Summary: This is the ninth of 30 possible ways Matt and Mohinder could share their first kiss, written for 30_kisses. The prompt/theme this time was "Dash." I took a slightly different interpretation than I imagine most people do to this theme.

Previous kisses: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight

(Once I write the tenth kiss, I will post this to fanfiction.net so I can just point to the set rather than listing 1-9 and beyond.)

The form read, The ___ household gives (and here "Molly" was scribbled in, in an eight-year-old's loopy cursive) permission to visit the New York Museum of Modern Art on Tuesday, Nov. 20." (Molly had helpfully read it out loud to him last night.) There wasn't a lot of room in the blank.

"Just write Walker," Mohinder suggested as he walked by the kitchen table, carrying a half-dozen bulky books and a sheaf of papers.

Matt stared glumly at the permission slip, chin in the upturned palm of one hand. "But we're not the Walker household. She's the only one named Walker around here."

"Then use Parkman." Mohinder's voice sounded from the nearby closet. Apparently he had decided it was time for some late-fall spring cleaning, and was busy stuffing half his library into the space.

"But that's not HER name!" Matt complained.

"What does it matter?" Mohinder came over to look over his shoulder. "She's the only Molly in the class. They know whom you're talking about."

"Did you just use 'whom'?" Matt turned and squinted up at him.

Mohinder looked surprised. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing." Matt half-smiled. "Maybe I should say Parkman-Walker. You know, use a dash."

"A hyphen," Mohinder corrected.

"Now he's a proofreader." The remark was tossed out into the late-afternoon air. It was Indian summer and the window was open to let some of that perfect temperature into the dusty apartment. From below came the bustling sounds of a street festival, a welcome respite from the usual blare of traffic. The combination of the air and the noise was relaxing, and Matt's heart was unusually light. That, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that he and Mohinder had, completely independently of each other, decided to take days off, and they'd ended up going grocery shopping together and having lunch at a local sandwich place, chatting the whole time about Molly and their jobs and even their childhood a little. No. It was just the nice weather that was making him feel so good. "But then you're left off."

"Left off?" Mohinder had returned to his toting-and-dumping routine. By contrast, he had returned from the day's activities in a slightly foul mood; Matt had learned by now that one of his most reliable stress-busters was maniacal cleaning.

"Of the form. I can't fit all three of us."

"I'll live," Mohinder sighed. "Honestly, Matt, you're stressing out about a release form, for goodness' sake."

"I'm not stressing out. I'm just thinking out loud."

And you're not defensive, either.

"Hey!" Matt got up, wheeled. "I just want to make sure the teachers know we are Molly's family. They sort of look at me funny when I go to pick her up."

Mohinder dumped another armload of books in the closet and turned back to face him, arms crossed, a sly smile on his lips. "There's probably a very good reason for that," he remarked.

"What?" Suddenly the cop was a deer in headlights. He turned pale, his mouth twitching nervously.

Mohinder walked toward him, backed him into the table. His hands came to land on the tabletop, on either side of Matt, effectively trapping him. "It has something to do with this," he said, locking eyes with the stunned ones staring at him.

Matt found himself leaning back, trying to widen the space between them. "With what? Mohinder, what are you--"

And then, like that, it was over. Mohinder sighed and walked away. "Nothing, never mind," he said, a bit of a dark flavor to his voice. You are denser than a black hole.

Matt elected to ignore the mental comment. "Fine, what about Suresh-dash-Parkman, then? Or does that make us sound married?"

"What, you mean we aren't?" The dark edge was still in Mohinder's voice, even though the tone was casual.

"Ha, ha." Matt wished his heart hadn't done something rather funny against his ribcage when Mohinder said that. "I must have drank a lot that night in Vegas. Anyway. Suresh-dash-Parkman?"

"That's fine," called Mohinder from behind a pile of books, "but if that's the case what's wrong with just Parkman?"

"Um--" Matt couldn't remember his objection. "Maybe it should be Suresh-dash-Parkman-dash-Walker. But I don't think there's room for that..."

He was interrupted by a loud thud. The books had fallen to the floor in a pile, and Mohinder had come to the table and had taken the pen. He glared at Matt.

"You know what? You just don't want to write anything." His look was withering. "I'll write it." With a few scribbles, an tiny group of letters, joined by two dashes, was, improbably enough, fitting on the tiny blank. "Suresh. Dash. Parkman. Dash. Walker. There. All done." He slammed the pen down on the table and turned his back.

"What the--" Matt's jaw opened and closed dumbly a few times. "What's with you all of a sudden?"

The scientist whirled, looking daggers at him. "I'm tired of you making excuses for things you don't want to face!" he snapped. "I'm sorry our family situation makes you uncomfortable, Matt, truly I am, but this is where we are and I don't think it's going to change anytime soon, so I hope you get used to it."

"Uncomfortable?" Matt echoed. He wasn't sure where all this came from, but to be suddenly yelled at made him angry. "Why do you think I'm uncomfortable? Aren't you projecting a bit? Maybe you're the one who's uncomfortable, did you ever think of that? Wish you could be traveling the world and giving your lectures, if there wasn't a little girl here who needed you?"

Now the room was no longer comfortably warm but positively blazing with anger. "There is nowhere," Mohinder seethed, coming right up to him, "nowhere I would rather be than here with Molly. How dare you accuse me of that?"

"I didn't accuse you of anything," Matt countered. His knuckles were white on the table. "You're the one who said I was making excuses. For what, huh? I'm here for that girl every day of my life, and you're always in Indonesia or Texas or somewhere else. Tell me, what is it that I'm running away from?"

"From this!" Mohinder burst out. "From what's going on between the two of us, Matt. You can't tell me you haven't noticed."

Matt's pulse started straining against his chest again. His mouth felt dry. All of a sudden Mohinder's proximity was stifling him. "Between..." he began, but the urge to swallow seized him and he lost the words. Of course he'd noticed. He'd noticed at first objectively that Mohinder was brilliant, and that he was beautiful. Who wouldn't?

But then he'd noticed that his skin was warm to the touch, and that it was embarrassing to look at him when he'd just come from the shower, and that he blushed when they were in close quarters.

And then, after that, he'd noticed that he tried in vain not to lift his little finger when he drank tea, and that he wrinkled his nose when he was trying to solve a problem.

And that he had a wicked sense of humor.

And that he sometimes mumbled to himself in his sleep, in a language Matt didn't understand.

And that every thought he'd ever had (or, at least, every thought Matt had ever heard) was noble, generous, selfless, and wise.

And now Matt noticed that the anger in Mohinder's eyes had been replaced by sadness, and that he was thinking desperately, Please don't break my heart.

"Mohinder. You're--"

"In love with you. Yes, I am." The eyes pleaded, but Matt, not knowing how to respond, did nothing. "I wish I wasn't. I wish this had never happened and we could just both be taking care of Molly as two friends. But I am, Matt. You know I am, and you know I've been silent about it." The old familiar flame flickered in his face. "But it is time to sort it out. Because I don't think I can live like this any longer."

"You're..." Matt repeated, trailing off. To say it would be to admit it was real.

And then Mohinder's hand was on his hand, a pleading touch. He thought he should draw away. He thought it wasn't a good thing to allow Mohinder to touch him like that. But all the thinking in the world wouldn't move his hand.

And then, with a shuffling step, they were nose to nose, and Mohinder's other hand was on his arm. And Matt forgot to control his tongue.

"...in love with... me?"

Mohinder nodded soberly.

It wasn't as though Matt intended to kiss him. But at two inches' distance, with gorgeous eyes staring straight into his, knowing that was love shining in their depths, something just felt incomplete. Like a dancer who is frozen in the midst of a leap. Gravity has to kick in, and something has to give.

The lips that brushed his own were slightly dry. Too many long nights in a lab, too much coffee, too little action. But they tingled where they touched, and suddenly they were an oasis on the edge of the desert sands. Matt had to go deeper, to quench his thirst. He pulled Mohinder into an embrace, arms across his shoulders and hips, tasting him with the tip of his tongue, feeling heat crush him from without, balloon in him from within. The hands on his arms had come up to wind across his shoulders and thread through his hair. Matt couldn't think. He was tasting an intoxicating nectar, and mindlessly, he wanted more. More.

When there was no more air to breathe between them, they stood tangled together, staring at each other, gasping.

Matt's eyes were wide. His mind was reeling. That had been one hell of a kiss. An epic kiss. They might write legends about that kiss someday. And it had been with Mohinder. With a guy, with a guy, whispered little gremlins in his brain. And when he thought about it that way, he panicked a little. But when he went back to thinking of it as Mohinder, it was all right. More than all right. Epic.

"I--" he started. Mohinder's eyes glittered with fear and hope. "I don't think I've ever had anyone kiss me like that," he said, blushing lamely. "Phew. I need a drink." This was pathetic, beyond pathetic. This is how he responded to his friend, his co-parent, after a confession of love?

"I'll give you some time to think about it," Mohinder said quietly, and he turned toward the doorway, where his coat hung on a hook. Matt felt beyond inadequate. Ashamed, he looked away.

His eyes fell onto the permission slip. It was the same jumble of letters and numbers, swimming around, inside-out and upside-down, that it always was. That anything was. But there was a small island of stability in that great sea this time, an island of compact letters anchored by two tiny, horizontal lines. He could read it perfectly.

Suresh dash Parkman dash Walker.

His family's name.

Mohinder was halfway out the door when Matt grabbed him. This time, he intended to kiss him. And this time, too, it was epic.
The Soul is:: accomplishedaccomplished
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Tiptoe39: romancetiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 12:46 am (UTC)
thank you much :-) don't die
Sheila!: Detective Parkmanmsbhaven on November 7th, 2007 11:51 pm (UTC)
These are always so cute.
Tiptoe39: matthindertiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 12:46 am (UTC)
thank you, i like that icon btw :D
The Soul says: - msbhaven on November 8th, 2007 01:02 am (UTC) (Expand)
Bloodanna: Hopeless Romanticbloodanna on November 7th, 2007 11:54 pm (UTC)
Perfect. Just wonderful and perfect.
I am seriously in love with this 'series', every time you post I delight, I get done reading and I think "this one was my favourite" then you post again and out-do yourself.
You have such a grip on their characters, on how they might act that reading one of your stories is like being Claude only better because you tell us what they're thinking, how they feel and we get it, we feel it.
And it's just perfect. ♥
Tiptoe39: chaotiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 12:46 am (UTC)
awww :blush: hee hee claude with matt power = ultimate invasion of privacy
Mel: heroes - no way backnewkidfan on November 8th, 2007 01:13 am (UTC)
I loved it. *sigh* Pining!Mohinder feels right to me.
Tiptoe39: matthindertiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 01:15 am (UTC)
:-D I'm currently writing some Dominating Mohinder pr0n so I get to run the gamut. >:D >:D I'm glad you liked.
Renéerogueslayer452 on November 8th, 2007 01:16 am (UTC)
Another piece of cuteness, and I like how you wrote Mohinder's frustration of "get a clue, why don'tya?" and Matt's confusion of it all, and the end was so nice and sweet. Also when Matt started to panic when he realized he'd kissed and had feelings for another guy, but because it was Mohinder it was alright. I don't know why, but I liked how that was written. ♥
Tiptoe39: matthindertiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 01:50 am (UTC)
thanks :) I kinda have to gloss over the whole sexual orientation thing to make it romantic, but that's part and parcel of the entire genre of slashfic, I think... I am just not trend-setting enough to buck the cliche, what can I say?
ilsaluvsrickilsaluvsrick on November 8th, 2007 01:21 am (UTC)
Hit it out of the park again, my dear.

You may have already realized it, but I'm a sucker for fics where it's Mohinder who's the one already head over heels, so this did it for me.

And this: "I'm here for that girl every day of my life, and you're always in Indonesia or Texas or somewhere else. Tell me, what is it that I'm running away from?"

So wins and NEEDS to be said on the show. B/c yeah, I get the whole double agent Mohinder seeing the big picture of bringing down the Company and keeping them all safe, but he still left his little girl behind and if Matt doesn't resent that I call bullshit.

Plus I adore the little detail of Mohinder being a stress cleaner. Perhaps he can visit my dorm room.

To clean it. That's all I meant.
Tiptoe39: tiredtiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 01:50 am (UTC)
Of course you did. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed just ATM re: our email conversation, so please give me some more time.
The Soul says: - ilsaluvsrick on November 8th, 2007 02:21 am (UTC) (Expand)
redorchard13redorchard13 on November 8th, 2007 02:13 am (UTC)
*donks Matt upside the head*
honestly, Parkman.

well, its a good thing tiptoe is brilliant and here to make you see the light!!
epic cuteness!!!!!!
Tiptoe39: mo and mollytiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 02:29 am (UTC)
thanks :)

Edited at 2007-11-08 02:29 am (UTC)
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Tiptoe39: matthindertiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 03:06 pm (UTC)
Yay! and I'm glad there are people using that icon to keep me inspired :drool:
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Tiptoe39: matthindertiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 03:07 pm (UTC)
Yes, there is definitely tension in that arena that needs resolving. Honestly.

I wish people would stop dying of squee. It's hell to clean up. ;-)
Kattakattahj on November 8th, 2007 05:58 am (UTC)
Aw! So sweet. I love the way the question of what to call their household leads into what they are to each other.
Tiptoe39: mo and mollytiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 03:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you!!
Mayhem Parva: Firefly Simon (session416)raincitygirl on November 8th, 2007 06:54 am (UTC)
Aaaawwww. So cute.
Tiptoe39: chaotiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 03:11 pm (UTC)
aren't they tho? Thanks :D
The Teasemaster: heroes - matt & mohindertinylegacies on November 8th, 2007 02:54 pm (UTC)

Very clever and appropriate use of the prompt :)
Tiptoe39: rentiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 03:12 pm (UTC)
As a copy editor I balk at calling a hyphen a dash, but for the sake of my OTP I can handle it :)
Cedara: Heroes:Matt+Mohinder-(-actors)cedara on November 8th, 2007 03:08 pm (UTC)
Awwww.... :-D
Tiptoe39: lovetiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 03:13 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading :)
carma_babycarma_baby on November 8th, 2007 04:10 pm (UTC)
{smiles happily} Now I can go to work. ^_~ These are always so good. Thanks!
Tiptoe39: awakeningtiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 04:50 pm (UTC)
We've secretly replaced your usual coffee with Tiptoe's Crystals. Let's see if you notice the difference.

"Mmm... slashy!"
everyone's favourite ex-goth.: HEROES; save mecrystal_lily on November 8th, 2007 07:44 pm (UTC)
This was so incredibly sweet, yet again! :D

Mohinder being anal about grammer is just spot on, for me! I loved it.
Tiptoe39: rentiptoe39 on November 8th, 2007 07:58 pm (UTC)
And of course it is just him, it has nothing to do with my chosen profession... :glances at icon: