Fic: Lab Work
Title: Lab Work
Characters: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: R
Word Count: 745
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Clumsiness and frustration are really manifestations of sexual tension.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
He didn't want to let her stay, but her pitiful pout opened some long-dormant section of his heart, and against his better judgment he told her she could stay in the lab so long as she stayed out of his way.
But that wasn't how Elle Bishop operated.
No matter what he did, she seemed to always hover his shoulder, intently observing what he was doing and incessantly asking questions. On top of that, she was clumsy, like always - spilling her Slush-O all over his cultured petri dishes, starting electrical fires that burned through all his research reports.
One morning, only a few days after her arrival, Dr. Suresh had finally had it. She'd been standing just behind him, as she'd been accustomed to doing, and Mohinder turned around and ran right into her, managing to clutch a few test tubes but dropping everything else in his arms. Beakers shattered on the cement floor and papers flew left and right.
"That's it, Elle!" Mohinder shouted, his temper flaring out of control. "I have had it up to here with this. I can't afford to lose any more equipment or research."
"I - but wait, Mohinder..." Elle started, biting her lip to keep it from quivering. She shoved her hands into her pockets like a scolded child, looking down towards the floor so he couldn't see the tears in her eyes.
But he did see them, and he realized he was being a total jerk. "Elle, I - I didn't mean it."
"Yes, you did," Elle whimpered in reply. "You meant every word." Her voice wavered with emotion. "I don't mean to cry, I just - I've just been having a hard time lately. What, with my dad, and getting fired, and Sylar, and... everything."
"I just was frustrated, that's all," he insisted, setting a hand on her shoulder sincerely. "I'm sorry, Elle. I'm really sorry."
Elle sniffled for a moment, a shy smile coming slowly to her face. "Frustrated, huh?" she asked, still managing to be flirty through all her crying. "Guess it's been awhile since you got laid."
Mohinder smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "I suppose you wouldn't be willing to remedy that?" he asked facetiously.
To his suprise, she looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest and batting her glistening eyes at him. "Perhaps that's what I've been trying to do all along," she said.
Mohinder's jaw fell slack - it was a window of opportunity for Elle. She quickly reached up and kissed him, holding his bristly chin in her palms. To her delight, his tongue found its way into her mouth, and she playfully caught it between her teeth. He dropped the test tubes he'd been holding in order to free his hands; they fell to the floor with a tinkling crash as his hands wandered down her back, around her waist, and into the back of her pants.
He pinned her against the slate table, the broken pieces of glass crunching beneath their shoes, and then hoisted her up onto the tabletop. They kissed passionately, letting their hands have free reign over one another's bodies, before they began peeling off their clothes one piece at a time. Mohinder swept his arm across the table, pushing away all that expensive equipment and data he'd just been giving Elle a hard time about, and she leaned back onto the smooth surface as Mohinder climbed up to join her.
He ran his hands through her hair for a while, enjoying the electric sensation of her skin against his. She played with the soft curls first on his head, and then those between his legs, biting her lower lip again to keep it from quivering - this time in anticipation. Finally he acceded, and slid into her crevice with a shudder and a sigh; she gasped, not realizing how large he was, or how hard.
As he thrust into her, she guided his hand to her clit, showing him what to do. He circled it with his thumb at various speeds, with various degrees of pressure, gauging her pleasure with her satisfied moans and groans. She gripped his buttocks, forcing him into her harder and harder, until they could take it no more. Together they came, Elle shrieking and Mohinder calling out her name.
"Do you accept my apology?" Mohinder asked as he struggled to catch his breath.
Elle bit her lip. "I don't know. How about you apologize again?"
Characters: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: R
Word Count: 745
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Clumsiness and frustration are really manifestations of sexual tension.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
He didn't want to let her stay, but her pitiful pout opened some long-dormant section of his heart, and against his better judgment he told her she could stay in the lab so long as she stayed out of his way.
But that wasn't how Elle Bishop operated.
No matter what he did, she seemed to always hover his shoulder, intently observing what he was doing and incessantly asking questions. On top of that, she was clumsy, like always - spilling her Slush-O all over his cultured petri dishes, starting electrical fires that burned through all his research reports.
One morning, only a few days after her arrival, Dr. Suresh had finally had it. She'd been standing just behind him, as she'd been accustomed to doing, and Mohinder turned around and ran right into her, managing to clutch a few test tubes but dropping everything else in his arms. Beakers shattered on the cement floor and papers flew left and right.
"That's it, Elle!" Mohinder shouted, his temper flaring out of control. "I have had it up to here with this. I can't afford to lose any more equipment or research."
"I - but wait, Mohinder..." Elle started, biting her lip to keep it from quivering. She shoved her hands into her pockets like a scolded child, looking down towards the floor so he couldn't see the tears in her eyes.
But he did see them, and he realized he was being a total jerk. "Elle, I - I didn't mean it."
"Yes, you did," Elle whimpered in reply. "You meant every word." Her voice wavered with emotion. "I don't mean to cry, I just - I've just been having a hard time lately. What, with my dad, and getting fired, and Sylar, and... everything."
"I just was frustrated, that's all," he insisted, setting a hand on her shoulder sincerely. "I'm sorry, Elle. I'm really sorry."
Elle sniffled for a moment, a shy smile coming slowly to her face. "Frustrated, huh?" she asked, still managing to be flirty through all her crying. "Guess it's been awhile since you got laid."
Mohinder smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "I suppose you wouldn't be willing to remedy that?" he asked facetiously.
To his suprise, she looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest and batting her glistening eyes at him. "Perhaps that's what I've been trying to do all along," she said.
Mohinder's jaw fell slack - it was a window of opportunity for Elle. She quickly reached up and kissed him, holding his bristly chin in her palms. To her delight, his tongue found its way into her mouth, and she playfully caught it between her teeth. He dropped the test tubes he'd been holding in order to free his hands; they fell to the floor with a tinkling crash as his hands wandered down her back, around her waist, and into the back of her pants.
He pinned her against the slate table, the broken pieces of glass crunching beneath their shoes, and then hoisted her up onto the tabletop. They kissed passionately, letting their hands have free reign over one another's bodies, before they began peeling off their clothes one piece at a time. Mohinder swept his arm across the table, pushing away all that expensive equipment and data he'd just been giving Elle a hard time about, and she leaned back onto the smooth surface as Mohinder climbed up to join her.
He ran his hands through her hair for a while, enjoying the electric sensation of her skin against his. She played with the soft curls first on his head, and then those between his legs, biting her lower lip again to keep it from quivering - this time in anticipation. Finally he acceded, and slid into her crevice with a shudder and a sigh; she gasped, not realizing how large he was, or how hard.
As he thrust into her, she guided his hand to her clit, showing him what to do. He circled it with his thumb at various speeds, with various degrees of pressure, gauging her pleasure with her satisfied moans and groans. She gripped his buttocks, forcing him into her harder and harder, until they could take it no more. Together they came, Elle shrieking and Mohinder calling out her name.
"Do you accept my apology?" Mohinder asked as he struggled to catch his breath.
Elle bit her lip. "I don't know. How about you apologize again?"