Fic: Flicker
Title: Flicker
Characters: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 664
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Oral sex
Summary: Mohinder comforts Elle while she's chained at Pinehearst.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
There was a flicker of blue in the darkness. He could barely make out her figure in the back of the room, her crouched figure silhoutted by the flashes of light she herself generated.
He was warned that she was in bad shape. He just didn't think it was going to be this bad. He approached her carefully, his footsteps resounding in the otherwise-empty room, but she didn't even look up. When he reached her, he knelt down beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder and feeling the crackle of static electiricty between them.
"I wanted to see you," Mohinder told her. "I heard you were here."
"Now that you've seen me, get the hell out of here," Elle seethed hatefully. She shook his hand off her shoulder and sat cross-legged on the floor. The chains on her ankles dragged across the cement; Mohinder hadn't noticed them before.
"I just want to die," Elle wearily whispered, as another spark crawled, uncontrolled, across the tear on her cheek. Mohinder cupped her chin in his palm, wiping the tear away with his thumb, delicately kissing her cheek. She turned instinctively away.
"I can't control it," Elle said. "I can't control my ability."
"I don't care," Mohinder countered, still caressing her face with one hand, the other wandering freely down her neck, down her shoulders, down her back.
"He killed my father," she whispered.
"He killed mine, too," Mohinder said, taking her by the shoulders and laying her down on the ground.
"What are you doing?" she asked suddenly, an edge of panic in her voice.
Mohinder hesitated, at a loss as to how to explain himself. "Elle," he stammered. "I've - I've wanted you for a long time. Since we met."
"But what are you doing?" she repeated.
His hands wandered to her waist, finding the hem of her shirt. He traced the inch of skin exposed between her shirt and her pants before boldly sliding his fingers underneath her waistband. "Do you mind?" he asked.
She responded with a quiet, guttural whimper - as far as he could tell, it was neither yes nor no. Mohinder paused, waiting for her to say something, to do something. She shuddered and shook the chains empatically. "I can't -"
"I know," he said.
"I can't take off my clothes, I mean," she corrected. "Apparently you don't mind the electricity."
"Oh," Mohinder replied. "That's okay, as long as you don't mind." She smiled weakly and shook her head, letting Mohinder unfasten her jeans and pull them down her thighs. He peeled her panties away and kissed her gently at the top of her slit.
"You don't have to -" Elle started.
"How are you going to stop me?" he interrupted, grabbing the chains that held her wrists in one hand, yanking them violently.
"I didn't know you were -" she began again, but Mohinder licked and sucked and kissed her between her legs, and she lost her train of thought. She struggled against her chains, but Mohinder held her captive, limiting her movement - she could only pant and moan with pleasure, trapped. He ran his tongue along her folds, catching the delicate throbbing skin gently between his teeth, until her legs were coated with her slick effusion. When he released her chains to undo his own pants, she ran her hands through his curls, shivering as residual waves of pleasure ran through her body.
Once he pulled his own pants down, he laid his hardness up against her. He held her face again in his hands and pressed his lips against hers, letting his cock find its own way into her. Still locked together in a passionate kiss, he plunged into her again and again. He thrust into her over and over as she sparked and crackled underneath him. Together they trembled and cried out as they came, and Mohinder collapsed on top of her, sighing contentedly.
"I like you," he confessed to her.
"You should take charge more often," she replied, smiling.
Characters: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 664
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Oral sex
Summary: Mohinder comforts Elle while she's chained at Pinehearst.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
There was a flicker of blue in the darkness. He could barely make out her figure in the back of the room, her crouched figure silhoutted by the flashes of light she herself generated.
He was warned that she was in bad shape. He just didn't think it was going to be this bad. He approached her carefully, his footsteps resounding in the otherwise-empty room, but she didn't even look up. When he reached her, he knelt down beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder and feeling the crackle of static electiricty between them.
"I wanted to see you," Mohinder told her. "I heard you were here."
"Now that you've seen me, get the hell out of here," Elle seethed hatefully. She shook his hand off her shoulder and sat cross-legged on the floor. The chains on her ankles dragged across the cement; Mohinder hadn't noticed them before.
"I just want to die," Elle wearily whispered, as another spark crawled, uncontrolled, across the tear on her cheek. Mohinder cupped her chin in his palm, wiping the tear away with his thumb, delicately kissing her cheek. She turned instinctively away.
"I can't control it," Elle said. "I can't control my ability."
"I don't care," Mohinder countered, still caressing her face with one hand, the other wandering freely down her neck, down her shoulders, down her back.
"He killed my father," she whispered.
"He killed mine, too," Mohinder said, taking her by the shoulders and laying her down on the ground.
"What are you doing?" she asked suddenly, an edge of panic in her voice.
Mohinder hesitated, at a loss as to how to explain himself. "Elle," he stammered. "I've - I've wanted you for a long time. Since we met."
"But what are you doing?" she repeated.
His hands wandered to her waist, finding the hem of her shirt. He traced the inch of skin exposed between her shirt and her pants before boldly sliding his fingers underneath her waistband. "Do you mind?" he asked.
She responded with a quiet, guttural whimper - as far as he could tell, it was neither yes nor no. Mohinder paused, waiting for her to say something, to do something. She shuddered and shook the chains empatically. "I can't -"
"I know," he said.
"I can't take off my clothes, I mean," she corrected. "Apparently you don't mind the electricity."
"Oh," Mohinder replied. "That's okay, as long as you don't mind." She smiled weakly and shook her head, letting Mohinder unfasten her jeans and pull them down her thighs. He peeled her panties away and kissed her gently at the top of her slit.
"You don't have to -" Elle started.
"How are you going to stop me?" he interrupted, grabbing the chains that held her wrists in one hand, yanking them violently.
"I didn't know you were -" she began again, but Mohinder licked and sucked and kissed her between her legs, and she lost her train of thought. She struggled against her chains, but Mohinder held her captive, limiting her movement - she could only pant and moan with pleasure, trapped. He ran his tongue along her folds, catching the delicate throbbing skin gently between his teeth, until her legs were coated with her slick effusion. When he released her chains to undo his own pants, she ran her hands through his curls, shivering as residual waves of pleasure ran through her body.
Once he pulled his own pants down, he laid his hardness up against her. He held her face again in his hands and pressed his lips against hers, letting his cock find its own way into her. Still locked together in a passionate kiss, he plunged into her again and again. He thrust into her over and over as she sparked and crackled underneath him. Together they trembled and cried out as they came, and Mohinder collapsed on top of her, sighing contentedly.
"I like you," he confessed to her.
"You should take charge more often," she replied, smiling.