FIC: A Comment_fic Collection
I've been lingering at comment_fic all day, chillaxing with some lonely prompts (all except the last one, which I fulfilled the day of). Tried some new characters and pairings; feedback appreciated!
Title: A New Scarf
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 289
Spoiler alert: None
Prompt: rainbow scarves
They were the sort of thing that unexpectedly reminded him of home, the pashmina peddlers on every other street corner of Manhattan. They weren't quite the same as those he'd seen back in India, but even so the vibrant hues of the scarves called his mind back to the spectrum of saris and salwar kameez.
The scarves they were selling in New York City were distinctively feminine, but once Mohinder stopped and felt one, a deep orange pashmina with threads of various colors knit into a decorative border, he knew that he must have it. The fabric slid softly between his fingertips, and he was surprised at how well it trapped warmth as he wrapped it around his neck. He held it to his face and inhaled deeply, masking the scent of roasted nuts and dirty water dogs from other vendors on the sidewalk, while also imagining the sweetly spicy tinge that permeated the air in his native Madras.
When he arrived home, he found Matt Parkman preparing lunch in the kitchen. His culinary skills had never been particularly good, as indicated by the empty soup cans lining the counter, but at least he tried.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Not for soup," Mohinder replied.
Grinning, Matt turned off the stovetop and strode over to meet Mohinder by the door. "New scarf?" Matt asked, peeling away the layers one by one. Mohinder simply smiled in reply, cocking his head coyly and running his hands through Parkman's hair. The briskness from outside melted away in the heat of the moment.
The scarf lay neglected on the floor of his Brooklyn apartment, discarded alongside the rest of his clothing. Mohinder had found another cure for homesickness, lying naked in another man's welcoming embrace.
Title: In the Back of His Mind
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Daphne, hints of Matt/Mohinder and Daphne/Ando
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 243
Spoiler alert: If you've seen 3.04 you should be fine.
Prompt: thinking of Mohinder
It took him awhile to realize it, but being with her was a self-fulfilling prophecy. He'd only pursued her at all because he'd seen them together in the future, and he thought he had to make it so. He pushed his feelings for Mohinder to the back of his mind (they were unrequited anyway, he told himself) and threw himself headlong at her, his only goal to try and create some semblance of the family he'd always wanted.
She'd filled in all the gaps of his life quite nicely, for a time. But somehow for some reason, they talked but they never really said anything, and they had sex without ever making love.
At times when they were together Parkman would let himself into her head, to see if he was pleasing her, like he did with Janice. At first it worked well, and their relationship had a second wind, but then he started stumbling across thoughts he'd rather let be - particularly the images of Ando flashing in her mind's eye when they were intimate together.
He felt betrayed, but couldn't let her know, as he'd been the one to break trust in the first place. He never should have gone in there, he never should have let his curiosity get the better of him. At the same time, though, he felt relieved, because his mind had never really been on Daphne in the moment. It had always been Mohinder on his mind.
Title: An Unusual Agreement
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Monica
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 282
Spoiler alert: None, but warnings for dubcon/roleplay
Prompt: maid's outfit
There was barely enough black fabric to cover the cheeks of her buttocks in the back, and it looked cheap and poorly made, but Adam liked the way she filled it out. The lace trim on the hem and sleeves scratched and irritated her soft dark skin, but he was less concerned about her comfort than he was about her appearance.
"I hate you," she spat at him as he approached, delicately putting a wisp of her hair behind her ear.
"For this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath hot on her cheek.
"For everything," she replied, narrowing her eyes and turning her head sharply, bucking like a nervous animal, her body already betraying her emotions. He quickly grabbed her by the wrist, sharply twisting it behind her back, and pulled her body against his. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressed into the back of her naked thighs.
"Remember our agreement," Adam hissed, his free hand tracing the pretty features of her face, the light sensation of his touch making the small hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
She had fallen far and she had fallen fast from her days as St. Joan, finding refuge with another one of Primatech's most wanted. For his protection, however, she found herself paying him back in increasingly unusual ways - ways that she found herself enjoying, against her better judgement.
"Remember," Adam said again, low enough that Monica could barely hear him. "You have to pretend not to like it."
With Adam, it was hard, and she had to hide her face from him to conceal the fact that she was already smiling with anticipation.
Title: The Gift
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Elle/Monica
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 302
Spoiler alert: None
Prompt: gift
"I got her for you," Elle smiled wickedly. "The good professor had her upstairs doing all sorts of tests. Looked like fun."
Adam shook his head and ran a hand nervously through his hair. Elle had done some crazy things to get his attention - a sociopath will go a long way for a taste of love - but this time she'd outdone herself, bringing another woman to him in his cell.
"Did you come willingly?" Adam asked, addressing the newcomer, his eyebrows peaking. With Elle, there was no way of knowing. Sure, she wasn't tied up or anything, but Elle didn't need to bind up her prisoners when she could use her electricity to do all the convincing for her.
"I heard you were cute, but I had to see for myself," the woman answered. "You were right, Elle. I think this just might work out after all - all three of us."
"Are you on drugs?" Adam asked, incredulous. When she didn't reply immediately, he turned his attention back to the blonde. "Is she on drugs, Elle?"
"Maybe a little," Elle replied flippantly, shrugging.
"I'm Monica, by the way," the woman added. "And it's a pleasure."
"Adam, delighted to meet you," he said back, finally managing to get his head around the situation. He hadn't had an opportunity for a threesome since before the American Civil War, and he felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"Why don't you sit down for awhile and just watch," Elle told him, pushing him gently back to his seat on the bed. "Join in whenever you're ready."
Adam had been ready for about fifteen decades, but after waiting that long, and seeing the women press their bodies together, running their hands under one another's shirts as they kissed, he figured he could wait a little longer.
Title: Be Grateful, You Bitch
Characters/Pairings: Claire/Elle
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 412
Spoiler alert: None
Prompt: wedding invitations
They all began pouring in around the same time. Matt and Daphne were finally ready to tie the knot, as were Nathan and Tracy. Claire got several from high school friends as well, which made her feel suddenly old and unaccomplished.
"It's not like you aren't in a relationship," Elle scolded, finding Claire moping around the kitchen one morning, holding a batch of newly-arrived wedding invitations while wearing nothing but her bathrobe, which she hadn't even tied closed. Claire's hair was dripping onto the linoleum. "Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you," Elle said, her voice rising in pitch as her frustration grew, and she flicked her hand and send a cerulean spark flying across the room. It made contact with Claire's bare, wet skin, and for a moment it sizzled and danced through the rivulets of moisture on her clavicle before it died on its own. Claire dropped the invitations to the ground and snapped to attention.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Claire asked, dazed.
"You don't know a good thing when you have it," Elle replied, waltzing across the room, holding a few sparks in her hand, letting them frolic in her open palm. "If you don't stop moping and start appreciating everything in your life - for example, me - you're going to lose it all."
Claire furrowed her brow and pondered for a moment Elle's sudden wisdom. "You're not normally this insightful," she remarked, tossing her wet locks behind her shoulder.
Elle lifted a hand to Claire's cheek, smiling sweetly while sending shocks to Claire's face. "Then let me put it more succinctly for you. Be grateful, you bitch."
"Now that's the Elle I know and love," Claire replied, and Elle let her hand fall from Claire's face to trace the edge of Claire's open robe from her shoulder to her bellybutton. Claire placed her hands on Elle's waist, pulling her closer, pressing her mouth to Elle's. Her tongue darted in and out between their lips while Elle stroked the sweet spot between Claire's legs. Claire bucked against Elle's hand as Elle shot out another spark, one that sizzled and danced in a wholly different wetness.
Elle pulled her hand away and turned her face. "Now, then, Pom-Pom," she said, "if you're done moping, then I'll meet you in the bedroom."
Claire looked down at the envelopes and cards she'd let fall to the floor and smiled. "I'm right behind you."
Title: A Good Occasion for Champagne
Characters/Pairings: Noah/Sandra
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 305
Spoiler alert: None
Prompt: a good occasion for champagne
Sandra popped open a bottle of Korbel in anticipation, or celebration, or both. Claire was off to one of her cheerleader friend's sleepovers, and Lyle was at camp for the week. Tonight Noah was returning from some sort of paper salesman conference (she never could fathom why the paper business required so much travel) and they would have the house to themselves for the first time in a long time. She hadn't meant to start before Noah arrived, but she absently poured herself one glass after another as she impatiently waited for him to get back, and before she knew it, half the bottle was gone.
Sandra was, admittedly, a pretty loopy kind of lady to begin with, and champagne only made her loopier. Taking off her clothes to answer the door seemed like a great idea when the doorbell rang.
Noah agreed. He dropped his luggage in the threshold as he raised his hands to his wife's neck and pulled her closer to him, and she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him deeply. As their tongues darted playfully in and out of each others' mouths, Sandra unfastened her husband's belt and tie, peeling away his clothing on article at a time. Before long he was wearing nothing but his black socks and glasses.
They didn't even make it out of the foyer before they found themselves writhing on the floor, the cool tile doing nothing to dampen the heat between them. Sandra pushed Noah onto his back and straddled him.
"Is it my birthday?" Noah asked, grinning as he clasped his hands around his wife's waist.
Sandra smiled wickedly in return, placing her hands on his shoulders to help keep her balance as she thrust and grinded on top of him. "No," she told him, "just a good occasion for champagne."
Title: A New Scarf
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 289
Spoiler alert: None
Prompt: rainbow scarves
They were the sort of thing that unexpectedly reminded him of home, the pashmina peddlers on every other street corner of Manhattan. They weren't quite the same as those he'd seen back in India, but even so the vibrant hues of the scarves called his mind back to the spectrum of saris and salwar kameez.
The scarves they were selling in New York City were distinctively feminine, but once Mohinder stopped and felt one, a deep orange pashmina with threads of various colors knit into a decorative border, he knew that he must have it. The fabric slid softly between his fingertips, and he was surprised at how well it trapped warmth as he wrapped it around his neck. He held it to his face and inhaled deeply, masking the scent of roasted nuts and dirty water dogs from other vendors on the sidewalk, while also imagining the sweetly spicy tinge that permeated the air in his native Madras.
When he arrived home, he found Matt Parkman preparing lunch in the kitchen. His culinary skills had never been particularly good, as indicated by the empty soup cans lining the counter, but at least he tried.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Not for soup," Mohinder replied.
Grinning, Matt turned off the stovetop and strode over to meet Mohinder by the door. "New scarf?" Matt asked, peeling away the layers one by one. Mohinder simply smiled in reply, cocking his head coyly and running his hands through Parkman's hair. The briskness from outside melted away in the heat of the moment.
The scarf lay neglected on the floor of his Brooklyn apartment, discarded alongside the rest of his clothing. Mohinder had found another cure for homesickness, lying naked in another man's welcoming embrace.
Title: In the Back of His Mind
Characters/Pairings: Matt/Daphne, hints of Matt/Mohinder and Daphne/Ando
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 243
Spoiler alert: If you've seen 3.04 you should be fine.
Prompt: thinking of Mohinder
It took him awhile to realize it, but being with her was a self-fulfilling prophecy. He'd only pursued her at all because he'd seen them together in the future, and he thought he had to make it so. He pushed his feelings for Mohinder to the back of his mind (they were unrequited anyway, he told himself) and threw himself headlong at her, his only goal to try and create some semblance of the family he'd always wanted.
She'd filled in all the gaps of his life quite nicely, for a time. But somehow for some reason, they talked but they never really said anything, and they had sex without ever making love.
At times when they were together Parkman would let himself into her head, to see if he was pleasing her, like he did with Janice. At first it worked well, and their relationship had a second wind, but then he started stumbling across thoughts he'd rather let be - particularly the images of Ando flashing in her mind's eye when they were intimate together.
He felt betrayed, but couldn't let her know, as he'd been the one to break trust in the first place. He never should have gone in there, he never should have let his curiosity get the better of him. At the same time, though, he felt relieved, because his mind had never really been on Daphne in the moment. It had always been Mohinder on his mind.
Title: An Unusual Agreement
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Monica
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 282
Spoiler alert: None, but warnings for dubcon/roleplay
Prompt: maid's outfit
There was barely enough black fabric to cover the cheeks of her buttocks in the back, and it looked cheap and poorly made, but Adam liked the way she filled it out. The lace trim on the hem and sleeves scratched and irritated her soft dark skin, but he was less concerned about her comfort than he was about her appearance.
"I hate you," she spat at him as he approached, delicately putting a wisp of her hair behind her ear.
"For this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath hot on her cheek.
"For everything," she replied, narrowing her eyes and turning her head sharply, bucking like a nervous animal, her body already betraying her emotions. He quickly grabbed her by the wrist, sharply twisting it behind her back, and pulled her body against his. She could feel the hardness of his erection pressed into the back of her naked thighs.
"Remember our agreement," Adam hissed, his free hand tracing the pretty features of her face, the light sensation of his touch making the small hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
She had fallen far and she had fallen fast from her days as St. Joan, finding refuge with another one of Primatech's most wanted. For his protection, however, she found herself paying him back in increasingly unusual ways - ways that she found herself enjoying, against her better judgement.
"Remember," Adam said again, low enough that Monica could barely hear him. "You have to pretend not to like it."
With Adam, it was hard, and she had to hide her face from him to conceal the fact that she was already smiling with anticipation.
Title: The Gift
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Elle/Monica
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 302
Spoiler alert: None
Prompt: gift
"I got her for you," Elle smiled wickedly. "The good professor had her upstairs doing all sorts of tests. Looked like fun."
Adam shook his head and ran a hand nervously through his hair. Elle had done some crazy things to get his attention - a sociopath will go a long way for a taste of love - but this time she'd outdone herself, bringing another woman to him in his cell.
"Did you come willingly?" Adam asked, addressing the newcomer, his eyebrows peaking. With Elle, there was no way of knowing. Sure, she wasn't tied up or anything, but Elle didn't need to bind up her prisoners when she could use her electricity to do all the convincing for her.
"I heard you were cute, but I had to see for myself," the woman answered. "You were right, Elle. I think this just might work out after all - all three of us."
"Are you on drugs?" Adam asked, incredulous. When she didn't reply immediately, he turned his attention back to the blonde. "Is she on drugs, Elle?"
"Maybe a little," Elle replied flippantly, shrugging.
"I'm Monica, by the way," the woman added. "And it's a pleasure."
"Adam, delighted to meet you," he said back, finally managing to get his head around the situation. He hadn't had an opportunity for a threesome since before the American Civil War, and he felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"Why don't you sit down for awhile and just watch," Elle told him, pushing him gently back to his seat on the bed. "Join in whenever you're ready."
Adam had been ready for about fifteen decades, but after waiting that long, and seeing the women press their bodies together, running their hands under one another's shirts as they kissed, he figured he could wait a little longer.
Title: Be Grateful, You Bitch
Characters/Pairings: Claire/Elle
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 412
Spoiler alert: None
Prompt: wedding invitations
They all began pouring in around the same time. Matt and Daphne were finally ready to tie the knot, as were Nathan and Tracy. Claire got several from high school friends as well, which made her feel suddenly old and unaccomplished.
"It's not like you aren't in a relationship," Elle scolded, finding Claire moping around the kitchen one morning, holding a batch of newly-arrived wedding invitations while wearing nothing but her bathrobe, which she hadn't even tied closed. Claire's hair was dripping onto the linoleum. "Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you," Elle said, her voice rising in pitch as her frustration grew, and she flicked her hand and send a cerulean spark flying across the room. It made contact with Claire's bare, wet skin, and for a moment it sizzled and danced through the rivulets of moisture on her clavicle before it died on its own. Claire dropped the invitations to the ground and snapped to attention.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Claire asked, dazed.
"You don't know a good thing when you have it," Elle replied, waltzing across the room, holding a few sparks in her hand, letting them frolic in her open palm. "If you don't stop moping and start appreciating everything in your life - for example, me - you're going to lose it all."
Claire furrowed her brow and pondered for a moment Elle's sudden wisdom. "You're not normally this insightful," she remarked, tossing her wet locks behind her shoulder.
Elle lifted a hand to Claire's cheek, smiling sweetly while sending shocks to Claire's face. "Then let me put it more succinctly for you. Be grateful, you bitch."
"Now that's the Elle I know and love," Claire replied, and Elle let her hand fall from Claire's face to trace the edge of Claire's open robe from her shoulder to her bellybutton. Claire placed her hands on Elle's waist, pulling her closer, pressing her mouth to Elle's. Her tongue darted in and out between their lips while Elle stroked the sweet spot between Claire's legs. Claire bucked against Elle's hand as Elle shot out another spark, one that sizzled and danced in a wholly different wetness.
Elle pulled her hand away and turned her face. "Now, then, Pom-Pom," she said, "if you're done moping, then I'll meet you in the bedroom."
Claire looked down at the envelopes and cards she'd let fall to the floor and smiled. "I'm right behind you."
Title: A Good Occasion for Champagne
Characters/Pairings: Noah/Sandra
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word Count: 305
Spoiler alert: None
Prompt: a good occasion for champagne
Sandra popped open a bottle of Korbel in anticipation, or celebration, or both. Claire was off to one of her cheerleader friend's sleepovers, and Lyle was at camp for the week. Tonight Noah was returning from some sort of paper salesman conference (she never could fathom why the paper business required so much travel) and they would have the house to themselves for the first time in a long time. She hadn't meant to start before Noah arrived, but she absently poured herself one glass after another as she impatiently waited for him to get back, and before she knew it, half the bottle was gone.
Sandra was, admittedly, a pretty loopy kind of lady to begin with, and champagne only made her loopier. Taking off her clothes to answer the door seemed like a great idea when the doorbell rang.
Noah agreed. He dropped his luggage in the threshold as he raised his hands to his wife's neck and pulled her closer to him, and she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him deeply. As their tongues darted playfully in and out of each others' mouths, Sandra unfastened her husband's belt and tie, peeling away his clothing on article at a time. Before long he was wearing nothing but his black socks and glasses.
They didn't even make it out of the foyer before they found themselves writhing on the floor, the cool tile doing nothing to dampen the heat between them. Sandra pushed Noah onto his back and straddled him.
"Is it my birthday?" Noah asked, grinning as he clasped his hands around his wife's waist.
Sandra smiled wickedly in return, placing her hands on his shoulders to help keep her balance as she thrust and grinded on top of him. "No," she told him, "just a good occasion for champagne."