Fic: The Package
Title: The Package
Characters: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1000
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Strap-ons, role-play.
Summary: Elle gets a package! Sorry, that horrible pun was intended.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
Mohinder was used to getting large, unusual packages delivered to his lab, but this one stood out in that it was small, and it came from something called "Kink-O-Rama," whatever that was. It wasn't addressed to him, per se, but his scientific curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the box as soon as it arrived.
As he peered into the box, puzzling at its contents, one of his constant visitors appeared behind him and peeked.
"Oh, that's for me," Elle said, reaching around Mohinder for it.
"This is your package?" Mohinder asked, his mouth falling agape.
"Well, you already have one," Elle smiled, emphasizing her point by running her hands over the front of his pants.
"And you can use it just about anytime you want," Mohinder told her. "I mean, you already do anyway. I don't know why you'd need that one."
Elle registered Mohinder's confusion. "You think this is a... no, honey, it's a strap-on, see?" She held it out to him, dangling it from it's harness. "This is for me to wear, not for me to..."
"If you're going to wear it," Mohinder interrupted, "then where does this end go?" He delicately touched the long, hard end, molded to look like a human penis.
"Wherever you want it to," Elle purred, and though Mohinder was cautious, he couldn't help but melt a little at the sexy tone in her voice.
"I'm not sure about this, Elle," he confessed.
"Oh, come on, sweetie," she cooed, flirtatiously tugging at his curls. "You're a scientist... don't you like to experiment?"
Mohinder couldn't help but smile shyly in assent.
"Good," Elle giggled, clapping with excitement. "I'll be you and you be me. I'm going to go get ready." With that, she grabbed his lab coat from on his stool and dashed into the storage room to change.
Mohinder leaned against the table and waited; when she re-emerged, all he could see was that she'd put the lab coat on over her clothing. It was a little long on her, but he loved to see her wear it.
"Okay, Elle," he said, smiling as she approached.
"No, you don't get it," Elle scolded. "I'm Mohinder now. You're Elle. You have to pretend to be me!"
"Oh," Mohinder replied. "Sorry." He wasn't a very good pretender, but at least he knew the character he meant to play. "Well then, you need to be hard at work, and then I'll come in and distract you."
"Okay!" Elle laughed. She immediately turned her attention to the assortment of beakers and test tubes scattered across the tabletop. "Science!" she declared empatically.
Mohinder tapped her shoulder and stepped back, waiting for her reaction.
"Not now, Elle, I'm working," she said. She had his character down pat.
He persisted, tapping her shoulder again. "Mohi-i-i-nder," he teased, hoping his voice could match the similar annoying and yet tempting tone that hers always managed.
"What is it, Elle?" she said, turning around and knocking over a beaker by accident. "I already told you, I'm busy!"
"Not too busy for a blowjob?" Mohinder replied, winking.
"Nice improv," Elle said under her breath. In an instant, though, she was back into character. "Elle, I already told you I'm working - I know I'm a very sexy man, but I have to -"
Mohinder interrupted her again, grabbing her and sweeping her up into a passionate kiss. Mohinder took advantage of her startled state and reached under the lab coat and between her legs, taken aback by the hardness he found there.
"It has a switch," Elle said, reaching into her pants. "It'll start vibrating."
"Oh, okay," he replied, searching for the switch through the fabric. Frustrated, he finally just undid her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Remembering that he was supposed to be Elle, doing what she did to him, he pinned her against the lab table and knelt to the floor. The dildo end of the strap-on stuck straight out, with the vibrating portion up against her clit. He turned it on and playfully wrapped his mouth around the plastic cock, looking upwards for her approval.
Elle smiled back down at him before throwing her head back in pleasure. "That feels good," she murmured, so low Mohinder almost missed it. He stuck a finger into her, surprised at her wetness.
"So now, if I were you," Elle said, looking back down at him, "this is probably the point where I'd fuck you on the table."
Mohinder gulped. "If you insist."
Elle grinned as Mohinder rose back up to his feet. Quickly she undid his pants and threw him onto the slate, preparing to take him from behind. First, though, she rummaged into her lab-coat pocket for their always-ready bottle of lube. She dabbed some on her fingertips and caressed the crevice of his buttocks. Gently she massaged him, trying to prevent any discomfort, before she eased the hard dildo inside him.
"If it hurts, you can tell me to stop," she offered, but he only moaned in reply. As she thrust once, twice, three times into him, she reached around and grabbed Mohinder's hardened member in her hand. Another generous application of lube, and she was able to pump him inside and out at the same pace.
"Is this how good it feels to be you?" Mohinder asked, panting with pleasure, his palms flat against the cool slate as he struggled to keep from falling.
"Is this how good it feels to be you?" Elle said back. Encouraged, she worked even faster, until neither of them could take it any longer. They came together, moaning and sighing and laughing with delight. Elle gently pulled out and undid her strap-on, letting it fall to the floor, before she leaned back against Mohinder and curled her arms around him.
"That was much more enjoyable than I anticipated," Mohinder admitted. "I suppose good things come in small packages."
Characters: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1000
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Strap-ons, role-play.
Summary: Elle gets a package! Sorry, that horrible pun was intended.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
Mohinder was used to getting large, unusual packages delivered to his lab, but this one stood out in that it was small, and it came from something called "Kink-O-Rama," whatever that was. It wasn't addressed to him, per se, but his scientific curiosity got the better of him, and he opened the box as soon as it arrived.
As he peered into the box, puzzling at its contents, one of his constant visitors appeared behind him and peeked.
"Oh, that's for me," Elle said, reaching around Mohinder for it.
"This is your package?" Mohinder asked, his mouth falling agape.
"Well, you already have one," Elle smiled, emphasizing her point by running her hands over the front of his pants.
"And you can use it just about anytime you want," Mohinder told her. "I mean, you already do anyway. I don't know why you'd need that one."
Elle registered Mohinder's confusion. "You think this is a... no, honey, it's a strap-on, see?" She held it out to him, dangling it from it's harness. "This is for me to wear, not for me to..."
"If you're going to wear it," Mohinder interrupted, "then where does this end go?" He delicately touched the long, hard end, molded to look like a human penis.
"Wherever you want it to," Elle purred, and though Mohinder was cautious, he couldn't help but melt a little at the sexy tone in her voice.
"I'm not sure about this, Elle," he confessed.
"Oh, come on, sweetie," she cooed, flirtatiously tugging at his curls. "You're a scientist... don't you like to experiment?"
Mohinder couldn't help but smile shyly in assent.
"Good," Elle giggled, clapping with excitement. "I'll be you and you be me. I'm going to go get ready." With that, she grabbed his lab coat from on his stool and dashed into the storage room to change.
Mohinder leaned against the table and waited; when she re-emerged, all he could see was that she'd put the lab coat on over her clothing. It was a little long on her, but he loved to see her wear it.
"Okay, Elle," he said, smiling as she approached.
"No, you don't get it," Elle scolded. "I'm Mohinder now. You're Elle. You have to pretend to be me!"
"Oh," Mohinder replied. "Sorry." He wasn't a very good pretender, but at least he knew the character he meant to play. "Well then, you need to be hard at work, and then I'll come in and distract you."
"Okay!" Elle laughed. She immediately turned her attention to the assortment of beakers and test tubes scattered across the tabletop. "Science!" she declared empatically.
Mohinder tapped her shoulder and stepped back, waiting for her reaction.
"Not now, Elle, I'm working," she said. She had his character down pat.
He persisted, tapping her shoulder again. "Mohi-i-i-nder," he teased, hoping his voice could match the similar annoying and yet tempting tone that hers always managed.
"What is it, Elle?" she said, turning around and knocking over a beaker by accident. "I already told you, I'm busy!"
"Not too busy for a blowjob?" Mohinder replied, winking.
"Nice improv," Elle said under her breath. In an instant, though, she was back into character. "Elle, I already told you I'm working - I know I'm a very sexy man, but I have to -"
Mohinder interrupted her again, grabbing her and sweeping her up into a passionate kiss. Mohinder took advantage of her startled state and reached under the lab coat and between her legs, taken aback by the hardness he found there.
"It has a switch," Elle said, reaching into her pants. "It'll start vibrating."
"Oh, okay," he replied, searching for the switch through the fabric. Frustrated, he finally just undid her pants and pulled them down to her knees. Remembering that he was supposed to be Elle, doing what she did to him, he pinned her against the lab table and knelt to the floor. The dildo end of the strap-on stuck straight out, with the vibrating portion up against her clit. He turned it on and playfully wrapped his mouth around the plastic cock, looking upwards for her approval.
Elle smiled back down at him before throwing her head back in pleasure. "That feels good," she murmured, so low Mohinder almost missed it. He stuck a finger into her, surprised at her wetness.
"So now, if I were you," Elle said, looking back down at him, "this is probably the point where I'd fuck you on the table."
Mohinder gulped. "If you insist."
Elle grinned as Mohinder rose back up to his feet. Quickly she undid his pants and threw him onto the slate, preparing to take him from behind. First, though, she rummaged into her lab-coat pocket for their always-ready bottle of lube. She dabbed some on her fingertips and caressed the crevice of his buttocks. Gently she massaged him, trying to prevent any discomfort, before she eased the hard dildo inside him.
"If it hurts, you can tell me to stop," she offered, but he only moaned in reply. As she thrust once, twice, three times into him, she reached around and grabbed Mohinder's hardened member in her hand. Another generous application of lube, and she was able to pump him inside and out at the same pace.
"Is this how good it feels to be you?" Mohinder asked, panting with pleasure, his palms flat against the cool slate as he struggled to keep from falling.
"Is this how good it feels to be you?" Elle said back. Encouraged, she worked even faster, until neither of them could take it any longer. They came together, moaning and sighing and laughing with delight. Elle gently pulled out and undid her strap-on, letting it fall to the floor, before she leaned back against Mohinder and curled her arms around him.
"That was much more enjoyable than I anticipated," Mohinder admitted. "I suppose good things come in small packages."