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27 December 2007 @ 06:36 pm
[fanfic] 30 First Kisses - Kiss #26 (PG-13)  
Whee! I love this one!

Title: 30 First Kisses - Kiss #26
Author: tiptoe39
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo and language.
Summary: Matt talks to his beer bottle.

This is the 26th of 30 possible ways Matt and Mohinder could share their first kiss, written for the 30_kisses challenge. The theme was "if only I could make you mine" (boku no mono ni nareba ii no ni). [Please see end of story for a note on this theme.] Previous kisses are here.


I have a confession to make.

My confession is that sometimes, I wish I were a Bad Guy. Honest to God, I do. The thing is, I could be. I mean, look at me. Not only can I read minds, now I can actually write them. I can make people do things. That's classic supervillain material. If this were a comic book, I would make Batman fight a mind-wiped Robin, then, during our big fistfight, I could say, "You can't win, Batman! I know every move you think of!" That'd be truly cool.

There's a couple of things in the way of that, though. First off, I'm way too chickenshit to face off against a guy like Batman. Good thing he doesn't exist. Second, I have this annoying problem of being a serious, classic, Type A Good Guy. I'm a cop, for crying out loud. I hunt down Bad Guys and lock them away. And I'm a dad. (Geez, I still get a thrill out of saying that.) I have a little girl with her own power and I have to be a good role model to her.

But the main reason I'm not a supervillain is lack of imagination. If I were a villain, what would I "vill"? Who needs to rob a bank when your roommate has a boss with unlimited resources? What am I gonna do, kidnap my ex-wife out of revenge? Threaten the kids of the prick who's giving me grief at work? Pathetic. There's nothing to do with my power that benefits me. So forget villaindom. It ain't worth it.

OK, there is one thing I'd kinda like to do.

I'd like to make that man over there get up from his desk, turn around, come over here, and put his sexy hands on my face so he can let me kiss him stupid. I mean, really make out with the guy. Maybe even more than make out. Definitely more than make out. I'd like to put a thought in his head to the effect of "God DAMN am I ever in love with that cop I live with."

That's where the conscience part comes into play, though. I'm too good of a guy. Hell, I'm too good of a guy to even say how I feel. There's too much risk there, too much of a chance that we'd end up in a screaming fight and scar our kid for life. (Yeah, like getting psychic nightmares and facing off against a serial killer have left no scars whatsoever. Hey, at least I know better than to compound things, right?)

But still, sometimes I wish I had the intestinal fortitude to make him want me. There are times I amuse myself by playing certain scenarios in my mind.

Like, for instance, I dull his brain so he ends up bumping into me in the hallway an awful lot. So there's lots of the whole physical contact thing. Lots of moments where his skin is on mine and I get a feel of that incredible lean body of his. Maybe even his mouth near mine. And I say, "Why, Mohinder--" --god, I love that name, what an amazing sound it's got-- "--are you doing that on purpose?" And I make him think, You know what? I am!

Or, say, I sneak a fantasy about me into his head once or twice when he's just dozing off so it seeps into his brain. And then I pretend to notice very slowly over the next few weeks as he stares at me, contemplating what it could mean that he keeps having dreams about me, and then, sometime when he's feeling vulnerable and weak, I decide to corner him with the news that I've been dreaming about him constantly and I think it means I want him and what should we do? Then he'd have to admit it's the same with him, and we can only fall into each other's arms.

Or, I confuse him into thinking I'm not in the shower, so he goes in to take a shower and there I am, and...

Well. You get the picture.

("You" being a beer bottle. But hey, a friend's a friend, right?)

As for all the details-- how did I come to fall in love with him, what about the whole gay thing, what are the implications for Molly-- that's all they are, details. The important part is, I really am sick with love for him, and I'm too good of a guy to do something about it. You know that saying about nice guys finish last? That started right here. I am that nice guy.

At least nice guys finish at all. It could be that we get disqualified.

But wait a minute, Mr. Nice Guy, you might say (if you weren't a beer bottle, that is). How do you know he doesn't feel the same way? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? Well, right. I don't know. Except for the fact that he's so far out of my league I would need a hyperdrive to get there from here. (What, you didn't get the geek bit from the Batman reference?)

Incidentally, I'm not so much of a nice guy that I don't occasionally listen in on his thoughts, but quite frankly? Not worth the effort. It's like living with Mork from Ork. He doesn't think in English half the time, and when he does it's stuff that's so academic that I start to fall asleep, same as I did in ninth-grade chemistry. The only two words I remember from that class are "covalent bond." Mostly because I doodled a guy with a gun and sunglasses saying "I'm Bond. Covalent Bond," and my friend Leonard thought it was hysterical.

But you're right, there's nothing he's done that tells me he has no interest.

If anything, I've had a few clues in the opposite direction. There are times I catch him looking at me. Usually when I'm with Molly, though, so it could just be parental concern. I think he gets jealous when I'm with her. Which is ridiculous because she adores him. I'm not jealous when they're hanging out. Well, OK, a little. Problem is, I think maybe I don't know who I'm jealous of. (Ah, there's my solution! Become an eight-year-old girl and Mohinder will fall all over me!)

And yeah, there was the time when I made some really bad pun-- I think I repressed it, cause I can't remember for the life of me-- and Molly rolled her eyes and groaned and Mohinder laughed himself silly for a bit longer than I would have thought a guy normally would. I remember smiling at him and the way he smiled back sort of gave me a bit of a lump in my throat. Like the smile was saying something besides "Parkman, you big dork." But what can you interpret from a smile, really?

OK, OK, so it's more than just smiles. He, uh, he's kind of a touchy-feely sort of guy. It's always with the hand on my arm or his shoulder sort of rubbing mine if we're looking at something together, and it's really, well, it's really nice, but it's also really kind of disconcerting. I mean, how do I know if he's doing that because of who he is, or if he's doing that because of who I am? You know?

I'll tell you something, though. If I were able to get him, I would make it so worth his while.

If he were mine I would learn everything I could about genetics so he could talk to me about work and know that it wasn't falling on Dumbo ears. I'd really try to listen hard and understand. I have a little fantasy that some dumbass comment I make might be the answer to one of his big scientific inquiries, like the dad in "Independence Day" who makes an offhand remark about catching a cold and ends up saving the planet. And Mohinder would be so grateful and when he won his Nobel Prize or whatever he'd just be all over me and we would have Nobel-quality nookie.

If he were mine I would give up expensive coffee entirely. Why? So I could save up money to take him and Molly to Disney World. Or, if Disney World has gotten too expensive, just to take little weekend excursions up and down the coast. Boston. Cape Cod. Baltimore. D.C. Everywhere. And we could get away for a few days at a time and have a little bit of magic every so often.

If he were mine, god, I would go down to Greenwich and ask around for the best GLBT bookstores so I could read up on how to do all the things to him that I want so badly to do and wouldn't act like an absolute ignorant jackass once I got the chance to do them. I would blow that man's mind. (No, I don't want to know how you thought I would end that sentence.)

Mostly, if he were mine I would do absolutely everything and anything to make him feel safe, appreciated, loved, secure. To make sure he always knew I was his, too. Hell, I already am his... he just doesn't know it.

Ah well. Nice guys finish last.

And speaking of nice guys, this one has just slammed his pen down on the desk and gotten up, looking kinda frustrated. God, so handsome even when he's frustrated. He's heading slowly for the kitchen, and it's too easy just to sit back and watch and let the fantasies wash over me of all the things I'd do if I could only make him mine.

I'd take him to the symphony and the theatre. How interesting since I never go there, but sure, why not...

and I'd ask him to take me to football games and sports bars, that sounds way better, but something's wrong here...

and I'd teach him a few choice words in Tamil so we could whisper scandalous things to each other over Molly's head and these are not my thoughts, I don't think...

and I'd never let him sleep in that ratty twin bed again and that's it. I stand up and block the doorway. He is not leaving this room.

"What?" First word he's said to me all night.

I want to confront him, ask him what the meaning of all that is, but oh my GOD the panic is overwhelming me and so are the what-ifs. What if the beer has relaxed me too much? What if I'm projecting my own fantasies of what I hope to hear him say and I just don't know it? What if this is all my doing?

"Matt, your face has gone through about fifteen expressions in the past five seconds. What's wrong?"

"Am I--" I gulp and release the question, fling it like a shotput before I lose my nerve, or my lunch, or both. "Am I making you think things?"

"Wha--" His eyes go round with horror. "Oh, no. It's late, I forgot you were there and you could--"

"These things you were thinking. About Tamil, a-- and sports bars, and the b-b--"

"Don't!" He's scarlet and avoiding my gaze. I feel my stomach lurch. I did it again, didn't I?

I have to cop to it. "I did that. I'm sorry."

"What?" Like I have just said to him that I came from Mars. "You're sorry for--"

"I made you think those things. Just now. Right?"

"Well. Yes." He shuffles his feet. I adore that habit of his. This is not the time or place for me to be adoring anything. I should be on my knees begging for forgiveness.

"I must be having trouble controlling it-- I didn't mean to, I just must be doing it without thinking--"

"Matt." Suddenly his voice is firm and I have shivers and a fever all at once. "Not like that."

I am sinking to the couch again. I am so lost. "Not like what?"

In answer, Mohinder marches back to his desk. He's handsome when he's determined, too. Jesus, he's handsome when he's breathing. He rips a page out of his notebook and avoids my eyes as he hands it to me...

(I must remember not to do something passive-aggressive like leaving this out where he can see it.)

11:05 P.M.

i don't know why I'm bothering to timestamp this page. there is no chance in hell I'm going to write anything remotely work-related. Not when he's sitting there behind me with that pensive look on his face

Damn it, Matt

Why'd you have to decide to have your nightcap here? I don't even need to turn around to know how you must look with your head back and the beer bottle clutched in your hand.

ahh. I almost want to draw hearts around his name. pathetic. suresh. pathetic.

Ways We Could Get Together
1) I could march right over and tell him I'm in love with him.
2) I could fold this paper into a paper airplane and throw it at him.
3) I could ask him to read my mind and tell him that way.
4) I could just get up and walk over to that couch and put my hands on his face and kiss him and he could kiss me back.

Ways We Could Not Get Together
1) I could keep my mouth shut
2) I could keep my fantasies on this piece of paper
3) I could stop thinking in English, period
4) I could get up and walk over to that couch and put my hands on his face and kiss him and he could run like hell in the other direction.

"Falling in love with raging heterosexuals SUCKS." --Quotable quotes by Mohinder Suresh, Ph.D.

I wish I was the one with mind-control powers.... damn... mmmm, Sex Slave Matt Parkman. (Moral compass? What moral compass? Hah!)

Things I'd Like to Do to Him
1) (censored)
2) (censored)
3) (censored)
you get the idea.

("You" being a piece of paper. Friends are friends, though.)

Oh just give me your powers for just TWO SECONDS Matt so I can know how you feel about me
whether you notice what I'm trying to say when I smile at you
whether you feel it when I touch you "casually"
whether you know I'm just as jealous of molly as I am of you when you're together

(Hell, I'm jealous of that beer bottle right now to have his hand wrapped around it. Damn. Calm DOWN)

Matt Matt Matt Matt MattmattmattmattmattMatt

you are a great gigantic idiot of a moron of a fool and I love you so very very very much

damn it!


A thousand volts of electricity go through me as the words resolve themselves one at a time and go dancing in and out of legibility. I ask the dumbest question ever. "Is this true?"

"Wh... which part?" Those dark eyes that move so quickly won't land on me; they're hovering anywhere and everywhere else.

"I don't know, pick one! The part that's all censored. The part where you have written my name fifteen times. The part where--" I put my head in my hands. "The part where I'm not imagining this. The part where it's not just me thinking, 'Wouldn't it be nice if...'?"

Mohinder is still standing. He takes back the paper, folds it up carefully like it is something delicate and fragile. "If what?"

...if I could only make you mine...

I feel something at my forehead. There is a scientist standing over me with a sad smile on his face. One of his hands is very tentatively stroking my hair, beginning at the ruffle of my hairline and pulling back, then starting again.

"I've been so scared to do this," he whispers, "to touch you like this..."

"Why?" I'm just as quiet, although I know the answer just as well as he does. I see my own hand rising, moving toward his waist. It's a little hard to breathe.

When the hand makes contact, Mohinder shuts his eyes briefly, swallowing. "I'm so afraid, still," he admitted. "Don't let this be another daydream. Another daydream and I might break..."

Courage fills me. "No. No more daydreams." I've grabbed him with my other hand now and I'm pulling him down so he's on my lap, thigh against thigh in weight and warmth. "No more daydreams. I swore to myself, if you were mine I'd protect you." I can hear fire in my own voice and I am afraid of it, but it's gonna come if it's gonna come and all I can do is let it burn through me. "Never ever give you a reason to doubt or fear ever again. Never let you break..."

"Please..." I don't know what he's pleading for and I don't think he knows either. My hands are on his shoulders. Fingertips tracing up his neck toward his jaw. His skin under mine is, wow, there aren't words for it.

"So it can't be a daydream. Because I'm not a Bad Guy, right? I don't break people, I don't make them do things they don't want to do, right? So this has to be real, you have to love me because if you don't... oh, what the hell am I saying?"

"Matt..." He has fingers on my face now, and I think I'm surrounded by him or drowning in him or something, "it's you who has to love me... because if you don't..."

I feel myself say it long before I hear the words. "But I do."

His eyes catch mine for the first time, and it's like a match in the depths of a powder keg torching it, and the explosion throws us toward each other. Oh God, oh god in all the heavens and the earth and everywhere else, we're kissing, I'm kissing Mohinder Suresh, his lips are on mine, such soft sweet wonderful lips and skin and hair and he's kissing me back, he's smiling into it, his thoughts are going yesyesyes and yesyesyes, so are mine.

News flash, folks, the nice guy has finally finished, and he is so glad he never went bad because Bad Guys never get the happy ending, after all, and who would have thought I wouldn't have to make him mine? Who would have thought who I am would be enough for him?

(Stop looking at me like that, beer bottle. I know what you're thinking.)

I guess Batman can breathe easy another night. Another potential supervillain saved with the power of love.

Which is good, because now that Mohinder loves me, I have absolutely nothing villainous I want to do.

Well, OK, maybe there's one thing...

:end:

Note: This fic is actually pretty much based on a mistranslation of the original Japanese prompt. The translation should really be "if only you would be mine," but my imagination seized on the "make you" part; oh well, I liked the results. Hope you did too.


(Oh, randomness, if anyone cares to look at a WIP crack!fic or a WIP about Sandra Bennet please click thru. Hey, if I can't pimp myself on my own stories what the hell can I do?)
 
 
 
Sophia Prestersophiap on December 28th, 2007 12:15 am (UTC)
The only problem I have with this is that "Kiss #26" means that there are only four more.

I love how this whole scenario played out, with Matt second-guessing himself and then thinking he'd been influencing Mohinder.

I have a little fantasy that some dumbass comment I make might be the answer to one of his big scientific inquiries, like the dad in "Independence Day" who makes an offhand remark about catching a cold and ends up saving the planet.

For some reason, that struck me as especially poignant. That line really struck me with the awwww.... factor.
Tiptoe39: pridetiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 02:41 am (UTC)
I know, it's really hard to believe that there are only four more! I'm glad you enjoyed, and glad to provoke the awwws. :D
Jessiejessieflower on December 28th, 2007 12:20 am (UTC)
Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm so sad that there are so few of these left. This was great, I loved the point of view throughout the whole thing.
Tiptoe39: pridetiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 02:41 am (UTC)
I'm kind of sad about it too... Thanks so much for reading. :)
saavikam77: Matt/Mohinder - Minesaavikam77 on December 28th, 2007 01:08 am (UTC)
Gaaaaaahhhh!!! *flails* O_O This. This one is pure brilliance! Your Matt voice is PERFECT here! The mirroring of Matt's thoughts on Mohinder's page, without having been influenced... just... Gaaahhh!! *flails some more*

And, oh, the geeky references!! *twirls* ^_^ No, Matt, taking on Batman would be a very, very very, VERY bad idea! O_O My Bruce!muse is sort of amused at that and snickering in my head now. :p

In short, I LOVE THIS!! :D
Tiptoe39: batmantiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 02:42 am (UTC)
Oooh, I made saavi flail... this is always a good thing.

Matt v. Bruce amahahahahah

MATT: freeze! police.
BATMAN: *raises eyebrow*
MATT: I am not fat!
BATMAN: *realizes he can read minds* *goes all Haitian*
MATT: Fuck!
BATMAN: *asskicks*
MATT: Mommy!!!
crystal_mkcrystal_mk on December 28th, 2007 03:09 am (UTC)
F.A.V.O.R.I.T.E Kiss!!!

Shall we do the favorite lines:
If this were a comic book, I would make Batman fight a mind-wiped Robin, then, during our big fistfight, I could say, "You can't win, Batman! I know every move you think of!" That'd be truly cool.
-Hahahahahahahahaha....hahahahaha

I'm way too chickenshit to face off against a guy like Batman. Good thing he doesn't exist.
-Favorite line; hands down

Or, I confuse him into thinking I'm not in the shower, so he goes in to take a shower and there I am, and...
Well. You get the picture.
-No acutually I don't. Please continue.

I have a little fantasy that some dumbass comment I make might be the answer to one of his big scientific inquiries...And Mohinder would be so grateful and when he won his Nobel Prize or whatever he'd just be all over me and we would have Nobel-quality nookie.
-Matt you are so dame adorable and I love you to no end

The only two words I remember from that class are "covalent bond." Mostly because I doodled a guy with a gun and sunglasses saying "I'm Bond. Covalent Bond," and my friend Leonard thought it was hysterical.
-LMAO, that is such a Grunny thing to do!

Things I'd Like to Do to Him
1) (censored)
2) (censored)
3) (censored)
you get the idea.
-No, I still don't get people. You need to give me more to work with.

I guess Batman can breathe easy another night. Another potential supervillain saved with the power of love
-LOL and awww

Well, OK, maybe there's one thing...
-I DON'T GET IT!!! You really need to clarify that for me!

That's all.
Tiptoe39: pridetiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:21 am (UTC)
Oh, you people, always demanding more details! Damn!!! Mohinder says you should write the smutfic detailing much more of what he'd like to do to Matt. Go on, get crackin'. :D
So glad you enjoyed :D :D :D
The Soul says: - crystal_mk on December 28th, 2007 04:03 am (UTC) (Expand)
ilsaluvsrickilsaluvsrick on December 28th, 2007 03:11 am (UTC)
Loved this. Adored the rambly, goofy nature of it and the angst and lack of certainty.

Your Matt was awesome but I loved Mohinder. Seeing him go all goofy and cracked out was a trip. Mr. PHD just boiling it down to 'this sucks' and that he censors his own inner monologue made me giggle.
Tiptoe39: sendhiltiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:22 am (UTC)
Did my Matt remind you of your Matt at all? Cuz, I'm picking up on your punctuation even......

Hey, even scientists get goofy when it's late at night and they're madly in unrequited (so they think) love with the guy right behind them lol
The Soul says: - ilsaluvsrick on December 28th, 2007 01:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - tiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:35 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Samanthor: Most Normal Ship in the Fandomkleenexcow on December 28th, 2007 03:25 am (UTC)
Oh, Matt. Oh, Mohinder. Oh, Tippy. This was absolutely wonderful. I think I'm at a point where I can't pick a favorite kiss anymore because some have made me giggle and some have made me cry and some, like this one, have such amazing voices that leave me totally in awe of your talent. It was sweet with a little bit of funny and I LOVED how their internal dialogues were so parallel. I just loved the whole thing. Absolutely wonderful.

I would like to grow up to be you, please.
Tiptoe39: mattmo fandomtiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:28 am (UTC)
:hugs: OK, how about you and ilsa and I just all grow up to be one another and then we're all just ridiculous big kids forever :lol'ing forever:

Yay thank you so much and hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs and Oh, Moo.

Seriously best fandom ever. I love you guys. :group hug:
The Soul says: - kleenexcow on December 28th, 2007 03:47 am (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - tiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:48 am (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - kleenexcow on December 28th, 2007 03:54 am (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - kleenexcow on December 28th, 2007 06:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
himhilien: Heroes - Matthimhilien on December 28th, 2007 03:54 am (UTC)
*flails and giggles liek whoa*

I wanted to give Matt a hug throughout this fic while I wanted to hit him with a clue bat. Mohinder too. Oh, boys!

I loved the references to geeky pop culture stuff mixed with the uncertainty they faced concerning their feelings for one another. Wonderful execution with both. *continues to flail*
Tiptoe39: cmere youtiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:26 pm (UTC)
He is so huggable, too.... :wants to hug teh grunny liek woah:

I am so glad you enjoyed!
boymommytotwoboymommytotwo on December 28th, 2007 04:02 am (UTC)
love love love it... "as always" comes to mind, and then i realize my "always" has been so short - but it really doesn't feel that way - a period of time.

matt's original pov is totally unique and written candidly and beautifully... so i fell like i'm there inside his head! I LOVE THAT!!!

and then mohinder's notes at the end... oh, i just loved all of his dumb doodles and notes-to-self about matt.

it was all wonderful - as always...

::wub you::
Tiptoe39: sendhiltiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:27 pm (UTC)
I would kill to see Mohinder's research notes. I bet he has a very silly side he keeps down most of the time. How else could he stay sane given all he is tasked with?
Saathi: speechless (Mohinder)saathi1013 on December 28th, 2007 04:20 am (UTC)
yes, *cries* over lack of prompts left. maybe the m3 comm can throw some more your way so you can keep going. and yet, I'm sure there are fics not 30first-related that you want to to focus on... either way, I'll be reading, happily.

best lines for this fic:
"...so he can let me kiss him stupid." which seems to be such a matt-thinking-about-pretty/smart-mohinder line (incidentally, your writing has only gotten *better* over this series, I'd like to note)
-and-
"...Nobel-quality nookie." which just makes me giggle like nobody's business.
Tiptoe39: howltiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:28 pm (UTC)
:stares at your icon FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER:

The Soul says: - saathi1013 on December 28th, 2007 11:24 pm (UTC) (Expand)
kris_anne_ on December 28th, 2007 05:54 am (UTC)
dr. suresh's "quotable quotes" pretty much made my evening. hell, this whole thing is made of hilarity and awesome. of all the first kisses i've read, this one is my favorite by far. you are fantastic!
Tiptoe39: sendhiltiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:28 pm (UTC)
Quotable Quotes by Dr. Mohinder Suresh, Ph. D. ought to be like a feature in Reader's Digest or something. Get him drunk and see what he comes up with.

:D So glad you enjoyed!
carma_babycarma_baby on December 28th, 2007 06:31 am (UTC)
Yet another style change beautifully executed, my dear!

I am once again amazed by your ability to change and adapt your writing to experiment and develop for yourself and your readers. I love how you managed to incorporate Mohinder's notes to himself, including the dating and subsequent sidenote about the dating... His note to self was definitely one of my favorite parts because I love how it shows his personality without actually forcing said personality on the reader. Absolutely gorgeous. And using Matt's voice for the entire thing turned out quite nicely. I love how you were able to create an inner monologue to a beer bottle that made sense and turned out so nicely.

And I agree with crystal_mk, there were any number of points that needed to be clarified, because I just couldn't seem to figure out what Matt or Mohinder meant... ^_~
Tiptoe39: prontiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I had written Mohinder's notes as a separate section but then decided it was better if I did the whole thing from Matt's POV; but I couldn't bear to give up his notes so I stuck them in and I'm glad I did because everybody seems to like them.

As for the clarification, feel free to expound upon any or all of the above... :grin:
The Soul says: - carma_baby on December 28th, 2007 06:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - tiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 06:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
The Soul says: - carma_baby on December 28th, 2007 09:23 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Ally, at your service!animegirl07 on December 28th, 2007 07:17 am (UTC)
And, yet again, you blow me away with the voices. You capture them so well (and Mohinder with his paper, hee <3) and it's just amazing. Very cute.

And your icon made me laugh for 5 minutes straight. ^^ *muffles laughter* Brilliance.
Tiptoe39: force matttiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:30 pm (UTC)
I know, how awesome is that icon? I saw it and knew I had to have it. I wish I could say it was mine. :)
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Tiptoe39: cmere youtiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:31 pm (UTC)
Your commenting abilities are fine. Besides, you know that if you use that icon I will just flail a lot and it doesn't matter what you say.

I'm in denial too... I think I may have to go on a smut kick to avoid finishing the series :)
imeru on December 28th, 2007 12:14 pm (UTC)
Why it can't be '100 First Kisses'? I'm so sad this is going to end. *sighs*
Anyway, this was way one of the cutest kisses you wrote. Matt's character is totally IC, with his lack of self-confidence and all, and I love the way you made look Mohinder so pure and yet let him think that stuff, I've been laughing nostop for, like, the past 2 minutes.
Looking forward the 27th yet not, cause it means it's just 3 kisses left, ewww.
Tiptoe39: cmere youtiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 03:32 pm (UTC)
:pushes them together in your icon: KISS BOYS KISS!

I'm so glad you enjoyed... you know Mohinder's a filthy pervert at heart :D
The Artist Formerly Known as Irish_Lilykellygreen on December 28th, 2007 06:15 pm (UTC)
The only two words I remember from that class are "covalent bond." Mostly because I doodled a guy with a gun and sunglasses saying "I'm Bond. Covalent Bond," and my friend Leonard thought it was hysterical.

Once, on a high school biology test, my teacher had made a multiple-choice question about bonds that I don't remember the question for, but the possible answers were: a) ionic bond b) covalent bond c) James Bond. So basically that bit of Matt's nostalgia made me laugh really hard and think fondly of my mental old bio teacher. Good old Mr. Schumacher. XDDD

This was fantastic, as are all of your First Kiss stories. Hell, as are all of you Matt/Mohinder fics. I'm lazy and never comment, but I'm pretty much a huge fan. You're awesome. <3
Tiptoe39: nerdytiptoe39 on December 28th, 2007 06:33 pm (UTC)
Hey, thanks for breaking your silence! I am always happy to hear from folks. And hooray for bio teachers who can actually crack a joke. :D