5 Acts Meme - Round 4
Doing this because I hopefully made up for having my life fall apart two rounds ago by writing fic with no requests last round. I still feel bad about that. And I have time to write this week.
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Mohinder sighed. "Go to your own hotel room, please," he said, that "please" the last vestige of politeness since Elle's machinations had made him considerably more direct. He had to work with her; the company made them partners, and made it clear what would happen if they failed to tag their quota of specials. But she went back and forth between trying to seduce him and trying to destroy him, and while in between those extremes there were moments when Mohinder found himself liking her - her odd sense of humor, or her courage under fire - he mostly tried to remember to be wary.
She didn't go to her own room, even though he said please. She leaned back onto the bed, and looked exhausted more than seductive, but Mohinder knew a play when he saw one.
"Elle, could I have my room please? My privacy is very important to me?"
Elle smiled at him, predatory. "Trying to keep me out of your personal space?"
"Elle. Leave." Mohinder forced himself to leave the 'please' off.
Elle stared at him, trying to strategize he knew, but then her gaze turned to alarm as she stared at his chest.
Before Mohinder could figure out what she was seeing, he noticed the cuff of her left sleeve catching fire.
They looked at each other then and they knew: the firestarter they had been tracking had instead found them.
They peeled off their shirts, leaving him shirtless and her in just a bra, trying to get the fire away from their skin. "The shower!" Elle said and they both ran into the hotel bathroom and huddled together under the shower flow as cold water gushed down on them. A piece of Elle's hair caught on fire, but Mohinder moved her quickly so that it went out at once; Elle did the same for Mohinder as well, and after a few minutes of clinging to each other in the cold shower, they realized that the attacks had stopped and the firestarter had likely left.
It was only then they suddenly noticed how wide the plane was where their bodies were touching - Elle's entire back leaning tightly into Mohinder's chest and stomach. Skin to skin, and wet and dripping and smooth.
"I think I'll go to my room now," Elle said, clearing her throat.
And it was strange, but Mohinder found himself saying, "Why don't you stay here?"
(end)
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