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14 February 2008 @ 03:06 pm
[ficlet] Poetry (PG)  
Title: Poetry
Author: tiptoe39
Rating: PG for innuendo, perhaps.
Summary Pointless Valentine's Day fluff.

Date: Feb 14 2008 06:30:35
From: suresh.m@hotmail.com
To: matthew_parkman@nypd.ny.state.us
Subject: Happy Valentine's Day
You're still asleep. I wanted to be the first to wish
you Happy Valentine's Day. Because I know you're going
to crow about being the first, and you will have been
wrong, wrong, wrong.

I can't wait until you get to work and get this
message. I expect a phone call of utter defeat.

Back to bed now (from hotmail to my hot male. Oh, god,
you're right, it is sexually transmitted.)

Mohinder Suresh, Ph.D.
Associate Professor of Genetics
Chennai University

"Utter defeat, huh?"

Mohinder jumped. He snapped his laptop shut and twisted around to face a lazy grin and a bare chest. Matt was laying on his side, elbow on his pillow propping up his head. "You'll have to do better than that, you pretentious bastard," he said.

"I thought you were still asleep," Mohinder hissed apologetically.

"Your thoughts woke me up," pouted Matt. "As an apology, I think you need to get me breakfast in bed. As in now."

Mohinder scowled. He scrambled up onto the bed next to him. "Make me," he dared.

"I could, you know."

"Of course." He dove back into the sheets, rolling like a sleepy cat against Matt's side and yawning. "Because nothing says romance like mental domination."

Matt rose up on both fists and hovered above him. "I'll show you domination," he said with a wicked grin. All of a sudden he was licking at Mohinder's neck just enough to tickle, and the very dignified scientist was reduced to hopelessly flailing and giggling on the bed, trying to bat away the assault.

"Matt! Cut it out!" he protested weakly.

"If you won't bring me breakfast in bed," came the petulant reply, "I'll just have to eat what's here." The licks turned into nibbles; bites; full, open kisses. Mohinder groaned and tilted his head to catch some in his mouth.

"Our..." he gasped, "our daughter is..." His words were crushed against Matt's mouth, and his arms went around the big waist, pulling his weight down onto him, even as he continued with his halfhearted protestations. "Aren't you... supposed to be doing something romantic? Like reciting poetry or something like that, instead of pouncing on me?" This, even as he strained upward to meet him.

"You want poetry?" Matt stopped his assault for a moment and gave a wicked grin. "Sure, I'll give you poetry. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and you are a pretentious bastard." Mohinder guffawed. "Hey, I could have told you the one about this man from Nantucket..."


"What?" He looked hurt. "You're the cultured one! You recite me a poem."

Then, to Matt's amazement, Mohinder turned red and scrambled to his feet.

"Hey... what's that reaction about?" Matt reached forward to pull him back to the bed, but Mohinder retreated, going for a drawer at his desk. "Hey, you can't distract me with your fancy scented oils or whatever..."

But there was no bottle in Mohinder's hands when he closed the drawer again. Instead, there was a small, folded piece of paper. Matt fell silent and blank. Gingerly, Mohinder fumbled with the paper, not daring to meet Matt's eyes. When he began to read, it was in a quiet but even voice that slowly gained strength.

"Manhattan is a stranger
of many strange lands. Still I'm wandering,
trying to find the place where
the concrete grows, because this pavement
is plastic like a mattress.
I could fall into this city
if not for you. I walk up your arms
like avenues, your shoulders
are streets buzzing with the traffic
of day-by-day, I wait to cross them.
Your legs are the ladders
I descend to touch the beating heart
of the city, so desperate and deeply
needy. Only here could this
man happen, only beneath the
manhole covers and the steam
could I find your name lying
like a penny, wet and slippery,
head and tails, and know that's
why they say the streets are paved with gold.
And so am I, tonight. Your copper eyes
like miner's lamps, ignite me
and I lie beneath a city I know
because your name is in its heart."

Silence hung for a long, long time in the bedroom.

"Holy." It was almost too much to get the second syllable through his lips.

Mohinder sat on the bed again, handed the paper to him. "It... it started when I started thinking that your name is inside the word Manhattan, sort of, and..."

"Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait." Matt scrambled to him and goggled at the page in amazement. "You WROTE that?"

"I'd think that would be painfully obvious," Mohinder muttered, grabbing a pillow and burying his face in it.

"Oh my God. Oh my God." Matt snatched the pillow, cupped the back of Mohinder's neck and pulled his face in for a kiss. "Is there anything you can't do?" he said in a tone thick with wonder.

Mohinder gazed at him. Flushed face, sweet caramel eyes, strong shoulders, craned in toward him. For him. He felt tears, true tears of joy, thick in his throat. "Tell you how much I adore you, perhaps," he whispered.

Matt set the poem down and took Mohinder in his arms. "Then show me instead."

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Samanthor: Good timeskleenexcow on February 14th, 2008 08:52 pm (UTC)
Wow. I loved this one alooooot. The humor, their relationship, the poem? You are amazing. Their dynamic is just so so so good.

I'm just going to pretend that this is your/the universe's v-day present for me. <3 I'm going to mem it, I loved it so much.
imeru on February 14th, 2008 09:08 pm (UTC)
Holy crap. Sweetest Valentine EVER, sweetest Mohinder EVER, sweetest fic EVER. Thank you.
ilsaluvsrickilsaluvsrick on February 14th, 2008 11:36 pm (UTC)

This was so perfect and sweet and I'm sitting in the library (becasue this is the longest day ever and I'm still at school), grinning like a moron and flailing on the inside.

You made my sucky V-day not suck. And I love you for it.
Renéerogueslayer452 on February 15th, 2008 12:04 am (UTC)
Lovely and adorable. Loved the poem and their cuteness, as usual. I ♥ these boys so much. ;)
del_writes: any lovedel_writes on February 15th, 2008 12:12 am (UTC)
That was just incredibly sweet. I loved it. It made me smile on a day I normally spend scowling.
Mel: heroes - megawattnewkidfan on February 15th, 2008 12:39 am (UTC)
Oh I've been terrible lately at keeping up with the Matt/Mohinder fics, and it is so nice to get back into it by reading this. It is lovely... as always.
redheadedali: Rose's feetredheadedali on February 15th, 2008 12:48 am (UTC)
That poem is awesome, awesome, awesome.
Sarah: mohinder hotnesssaharafic on February 15th, 2008 02:06 am (UTC)
wow, that was so sweet and perfect and wonderful! love them, love you. Happy Balentimes!
carma_baby: goddesscarma_baby on February 15th, 2008 02:10 am (UTC)
"...and you are a pretentious bastard." = Best 6 words in succession.

I love the format you chose for this fic, beginning with the e-mail. Which was adorable and something I would love to think of myself. Alas, now you have thought of it. Well played, dear. Once again you have managed to create a piece that is lovely and thoughtful.

Thank you so much, tippy! Have a wonderful Valentine's Day full of good loving and fun. And food.
JLB: yatta hirobaehj2915 on February 15th, 2008 02:57 am (UTC)

that was sweet. very make-me-smile-but-wished-there-was-smut-too, cause what's v-day without a good screw? (my v-day! haha!)

very enjoyable, sugar.

crystal_mkcrystal_mk on February 15th, 2008 04:15 am (UTC)
I'm so gonna cry now and it's all your fault. That was so sweet. I love Mohinder to bits here. And that poem, I want someone to write me a poem like that.
I loved it!

Happy Valentines Day! <3
plotbunny_tiffplotbunny_tiff on February 15th, 2008 05:53 am (UTC)
That was certainly a chocolate truffle of a fic. So simple and yet it still surprises you with mature complex flavors in the center, and just leaves you a little breathless...

Mem mem mem... <3333

And happy V-day my dearest darlingest. Hope it was a delightful one!
EmmyHildy: M/M - Beautiful!Mattemmyhildy on February 15th, 2008 02:38 pm (UTC)
I really like this, short, sweet, funny. I like when Matt and Mohinder play almost as much as I like when they're all angsty and worried :D

BTW, and let me know if this isn't cool...I stole a line and have posted it at the top of my journal (I put a note in my user info that it belongs to you:))...and will probably put it all over other places cause it's so awesome... If you'd rather I didn't, that's cool, I'll keep it in my head! It's the Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and you are a pretentious bastard. line. it = AWESOME.
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on February 15th, 2008 03:45 pm (UTC)
totally cool. ;) mebbe you can credit me somewhere, but if you can't, no big
EmmyHildyemmyhildy on February 16th, 2008 05:37 am (UTC)
Thanks muchly :D
Carmexgirlcarmexgirl on February 15th, 2008 05:41 pm (UTC)
Oh how sweet and lovely. Embarassed!Mohinder FTW!
boudecia7boudecia7 on February 16th, 2008 12:11 am (UTC)
Aw, c'mon! I hate Valentine's, and here you have to go and write a fic that makes me all warm and fuzzy and sniffly...wait, is that my allergies?...no, no, it's raining here, so it's definitely the fic. DAMN IT.

Really loved it! :D
teecub on February 18th, 2008 02:12 pm (UTC)
Okay, this was just too beautiful! I love how you started playful, with Mohinder attemtping to thwart Matt's victory, and then worked your way into something deep and happy. Mmmm, lovely! The poen was also beautiful - er, the second one that is. The first was just cute! Mm, thank you so much for sharing! You always write beautifully and it's a treat when I get more! <3
Spondylus princeps: fangirlingmullu on October 20th, 2008 02:58 am (UTC)
OMG. I had never read this!

*yay for the m3 fic awards of enlightment (and I'm sooo voting for this one)*

PS: The poem was beautiful. And I just love everytime Matt calls Mo "pretentious bastard"... it's awfully sweet *wants a Matt of her own*.