YET ANOTHER HEROES ANONYMOUS KINK MEME

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In celebration of my return to bad-tv-boyfriend Heroes, I present to you all:

Yet Another Heroes Anonymous Kink Meme

RULES OF ENGAGEMENT:

1) ALL characters MUST be 16 or older and sentient (ie, no beastiality unless someone's a werewolf) to play.

2) NO "seconding" prompts! It's annoying to the prompter and the readers, and I will delete any "

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Peter/Daphne, "Quickie" 1/3

[anonymous]

Things with Matt today are ... are not really good. At all. They're kinda bad today, really. He's doing his thing, because honest and sweet and working hard at Normal -- capital letters, underlined, maybe with jazz hands. Meanwhile, she's doing her thing and they just. don't. jive.

She loves him, she really does, but today is one of the days where she finishes her deliveries twice as fast as normal, shattering windows as she runs past, before running half way around the world screaming her lungs out.

Her breath finally gives out in Cairo, but her shoes hold until she's back at her old apartment in Paris. She hasn't told Matt that she still keeps it. Not that she, you know, ever paid rent or anything, but if he suspects that she has more to her name than a duffel bag and a pair of running shoes, he hasn't mentioned it.

He probably does know, though, doesn't he? He can read her mind and then just know. No pressure on her, except the one where she knows if she's not good he'll know and it's like living at home all over again, and he's NOT HER DAD.

Usually, when things get this way she flops onto her bed, Mom's old running medal gripped in her hand like a talisman while she reads old comics. While she makes herself cry reading the "Ninth Wonders" about her and Matt. She's not up for that today, though. A distraction is in order.

Daphne flings her worn down shoes into the trash bin and digs through the pile she has hoarded in her corner, spinning into different pairs. She flexes her toes, models in front of mirror, even does short test runs across the Channel before deciding. Black and red, Nike, laces straight across.

She's kinda got a shoe thing, but not in the sexy way. At least, not with Matt it's not.

She dashes over to Yamagato, looking to taunt the boys for a while, maybe kick their asses at DDR, but she's horrified by what she finds when she arrives. Hiro is in a meeting. And while Ando is in his cubicle where he belongs, not actually working, he's also flirting double time with Hiro's sister, Kimiko.

"What the hell?!" Daphne yelps. "Since when does Hiro work while you two screw around? I thought she was the one actually in charge, anyway!"

Ando's eyes widen in panic and he gives a strained, fake laugh as he covers, offering a fake translation to Kimiko. The other woman's eyes remain focused on Daphne, calculating and cool. Daphne has no idea how well Kimiko understands English, but she also knows that Kimiko likes it that way. It's why she's the corporate raider in the family and Hiro is Hiro.

So she backs away slowly, dipping an awkward bow and muttering, "Sumimasen!" before dashing off again.

New York. Boring New York.

Daphne is starting to want to be bad. No. That's not true. Days like this, it all starts because she wants to be bad, just break free and admit it and stop lying to Matt's face about how she's a good person. It's why she needs to break the rules and for Hiro to call her “Nemesis.”

She dashes into the MoMA, considering. Hiro might like the melty clock one, but it also might be a little on the nose, in light of his power issue - IE, lack thereof.

She's wondering who else she knows in Manhattan when she very literally trips across Peter. Face into pavement at near sonic speeds: not pretty. But Peter reacts just in time, hand darting out with her quickness to catch her.

“Thanks,” she blurts.

Peter offers her a bemused smile, asking, “Are you alright?”