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TITLE: Dreams and Desires
AUTHOR: Dragynflies
RATING: R
PAIRING: Mohinder/Elle
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for aurilly for the heroes_exchange. Thanks to faded_facade for the beta!
SUMMARY: Mohinder knows he's stupid for wanting her.
Mohinder knows he’s stupid for wanting her. She’s the antithesis of who he should want, wrong in every way for him, unbelievably damaged and completely unhinged. Aside from her clear personality flaws, any attempt to woo her would be crushed immediately by her father.
Elle Bishop was an awful choice from any angle.
“Hi Mo-Mo,” she singsonged, perching herself on the edge of the counter. She leaned over, peering at the test tubes. “Whatcha doing?”
Mohinder raised his eyes from his work, giving her a look he at least hoped was slightly disdainful. “Research. For your father’s company.”
Elle rolled her eyes, “I know that.”
“Then why did you ask?” Mohinder sighed, moving test tubes from their freezer to the stand on his table. He added a few drops of a clear liquid while Elle observed.
She sat silently for a few minutes, legs swinging. “I’m bored,” she finally said, “Do something.”
“I am doing something, Elle,” Mohinder said, crabby but not really. It wasn’t often he had Elle’s undivided attention, and he had to admit he enjoyed having her in the lab - provided she didn’t touch anything.
“Fine,” Elle pouted. She crossed her legs, exposing her creamy thighs, and Mohinder gulped. “I’ll see you later then.” She jumped down from the counter, and snuck up behind Mohinder. She kissed the back of his neck playfully, then scampered out of the laboratory, heels clicking on the sterile floor.
Mohinder watched her leave, the tightness in his groin only growing as she flounced down the hall. When she moved out of sight, he tried to return to his work. Unfortunately, all he could think about was what Elle’s thighs would look like wrapped around his body and if she’d be less bored if he was fucking her.
After three failed attempts at a successful combination of the drugs he was working with, he gave up and headed towards the laboratory bathroom. If he could just relieve some of the tension, hopefully he’d be able to finish his day before it got too late.
He shut the door but didn’t lock it - the lab was his alone, and Elle was his only real visitor aside from Bob, who always prearranged his visits. He opened his slacks, grasping his cock through the slit in his underwear. This wasn’t for pleasure, he reminded himself, it was simply a means to an end so he could return to work.
Still, when his fist wrapped around his cock, all he could picture was Elle on her knees, her hot little mouth wrapped around his cock. He groaned, closing his eyes and spitting into his hand before pumping his cock a few more times. Behind his eyelids, his imaginary Elle looked up at him with wide blue eyes, his cock still in her mouth as she laved her tongue across the sensitive skin.
He was so close. He let his forehead rest against the wall as he rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, then grasped it again, pumping harder.
“Oh,” he murmured, “Elle.”
“Well.” A delicately feminine voice observed, “Now you’re really doing something.”
Mohinder whirled around, his hand still wrapped around his cock . Elle stood in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, her eyes alight with amusement.
“Elle. I…I didn’t hear you come in.”
“No,” she agreed, “That’s very clear. Too busy moaning my name?” She batted her eyes charmingly, a wry smile on her face.
“I apologize,” Mohinder stammered, absolutely overcome.
“Of course,” Elle accepted the apology, still watching and grinning. Mohinder dropped his cock and wrapped his lab coat around his body.
“If you’ll just…go….” He encouraged, and Elle laughed, girlish and high.
“Don’t you want any help?” she questioned coyly. Her fingers teased at the buttons of her shirt, and she opened the first three buttons, exposing her plump breasts and red bra.
Mohinder nearly swallowed his tongue as Elle continued to unbutton her shirt. When it was opened all the way, she shimmied out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Hands on hips, she raised one eyebrow.
“You’re pretty cute when you’re not talking science,” Elle offered, and Mohinder jumped, taking a step back as she came closer.
“Elle, this is inappropriate,” he tried frantically as she reached forward, his fingers teasing against him. “Your father wouldn’t…”
“My father isn’t here,” Elle stated, “And MoMo, I saw you in the bathroom. That was inappropriate too.” She breathed the words out, and Mohinder gave up. “You might as well let me really help you, instead of just imagining.”
She teased his cock for a few more seconds, her fingers so much more delicate than his, before she stepped back. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said as she tugged at his lab coat.
She was simply too….Elle to be ignored. Mohinder nodded, silently acquiescing to her demands and allowed her to remove his lab coat and shirt. Her fingers were already at the fly of his pants by the time his brain caught up, Elle on her knees in front of him in her red bra and dress pants and heels. She got his pants and underwear down over his rock hard cock with a grace that Mohinder didn’t want to think too much about.
He stumbled, trying to kick off his shoes and get his pants down off his ankles while Elle stripped efficiently, folding her clothes neatly and setting them on a little table against the bathroom wall.
She was just as beautiful as he’d imagined her to be; maybe more so. She reached for him and he let her push him to the floor so that she could climb into his lab. Elle reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as Mohinder finally regained control over his body and reached for her breasts, cupping their weight in his palm and brushing his thumb over her breasts. Elle whimpered and grasped his cock, aligning him with her wet heat as she sank down, internal muscles fluttering around him.
“Oh, Elle,” Mohinder gasped as she began moving, riding him. “So good.”
Elle grinned wickedly and sped up, her hands moving to clutch at his shoulders, clinging to him as she came, his name on her lips.
The splash of warm come across his hands startled Mohinder back to reality. As his eyes snapped open, Elle disappeared and he was alone in the bathroom, his spit-dampened hand wrapped around his softening cock. His pants were around his ankles and his coat and shirt were piled messily behind him.
Mohinder’s cheeks burned as he reached for a paper towel, cleaning his hands and body before pulling his pants up and replacing his shirt and coat around his body. As he slowly made his way back to the lab, he heard her voice.
“Mohinder? There’s nothing good happening today. Pretty sad when your lab is the most interesting place in the Company.”
AUTHOR: Dragynflies
RATING: R
PAIRING: Mohinder/Elle
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for aurilly for the heroes_exchange. Thanks to faded_facade for the beta!
SUMMARY: Mohinder knows he's stupid for wanting her.
Mohinder knows he’s stupid for wanting her. She’s the antithesis of who he should want, wrong in every way for him, unbelievably damaged and completely unhinged. Aside from her clear personality flaws, any attempt to woo her would be crushed immediately by her father.
Elle Bishop was an awful choice from any angle.
“Hi Mo-Mo,” she singsonged, perching herself on the edge of the counter. She leaned over, peering at the test tubes. “Whatcha doing?”
Mohinder raised his eyes from his work, giving her a look he at least hoped was slightly disdainful. “Research. For your father’s company.”
Elle rolled her eyes, “I know that.”
“Then why did you ask?” Mohinder sighed, moving test tubes from their freezer to the stand on his table. He added a few drops of a clear liquid while Elle observed.
She sat silently for a few minutes, legs swinging. “I’m bored,” she finally said, “Do something.”
“I am doing something, Elle,” Mohinder said, crabby but not really. It wasn’t often he had Elle’s undivided attention, and he had to admit he enjoyed having her in the lab - provided she didn’t touch anything.
“Fine,” Elle pouted. She crossed her legs, exposing her creamy thighs, and Mohinder gulped. “I’ll see you later then.” She jumped down from the counter, and snuck up behind Mohinder. She kissed the back of his neck playfully, then scampered out of the laboratory, heels clicking on the sterile floor.
Mohinder watched her leave, the tightness in his groin only growing as she flounced down the hall. When she moved out of sight, he tried to return to his work. Unfortunately, all he could think about was what Elle’s thighs would look like wrapped around his body and if she’d be less bored if he was fucking her.
After three failed attempts at a successful combination of the drugs he was working with, he gave up and headed towards the laboratory bathroom. If he could just relieve some of the tension, hopefully he’d be able to finish his day before it got too late.
He shut the door but didn’t lock it - the lab was his alone, and Elle was his only real visitor aside from Bob, who always prearranged his visits. He opened his slacks, grasping his cock through the slit in his underwear. This wasn’t for pleasure, he reminded himself, it was simply a means to an end so he could return to work.
Still, when his fist wrapped around his cock, all he could picture was Elle on her knees, her hot little mouth wrapped around his cock. He groaned, closing his eyes and spitting into his hand before pumping his cock a few more times. Behind his eyelids, his imaginary Elle looked up at him with wide blue eyes, his cock still in her mouth as she laved her tongue across the sensitive skin.
He was so close. He let his forehead rest against the wall as he rubbed his thumb over the tip of his cock, then grasped it again, pumping harder.
“Oh,” he murmured, “Elle.”
“Well.” A delicately feminine voice observed, “Now you’re really doing something.”
Mohinder whirled around, his hand still wrapped around his cock . Elle stood in the doorway, leaning against the jamb, her eyes alight with amusement.
“Elle. I…I didn’t hear you come in.”
“No,” she agreed, “That’s very clear. Too busy moaning my name?” She batted her eyes charmingly, a wry smile on her face.
“I apologize,” Mohinder stammered, absolutely overcome.
“Of course,” Elle accepted the apology, still watching and grinning. Mohinder dropped his cock and wrapped his lab coat around his body.
“If you’ll just…go….” He encouraged, and Elle laughed, girlish and high.
“Don’t you want any help?” she questioned coyly. Her fingers teased at the buttons of her shirt, and she opened the first three buttons, exposing her plump breasts and red bra.
Mohinder nearly swallowed his tongue as Elle continued to unbutton her shirt. When it was opened all the way, she shimmied out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Hands on hips, she raised one eyebrow.
“You’re pretty cute when you’re not talking science,” Elle offered, and Mohinder jumped, taking a step back as she came closer.
“Elle, this is inappropriate,” he tried frantically as she reached forward, his fingers teasing against him. “Your father wouldn’t…”
“My father isn’t here,” Elle stated, “And MoMo, I saw you in the bathroom. That was inappropriate too.” She breathed the words out, and Mohinder gave up. “You might as well let me really help you, instead of just imagining.”
She teased his cock for a few more seconds, her fingers so much more delicate than his, before she stepped back. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said as she tugged at his lab coat.
She was simply too….Elle to be ignored. Mohinder nodded, silently acquiescing to her demands and allowed her to remove his lab coat and shirt. Her fingers were already at the fly of his pants by the time his brain caught up, Elle on her knees in front of him in her red bra and dress pants and heels. She got his pants and underwear down over his rock hard cock with a grace that Mohinder didn’t want to think too much about.
He stumbled, trying to kick off his shoes and get his pants down off his ankles while Elle stripped efficiently, folding her clothes neatly and setting them on a little table against the bathroom wall.
She was just as beautiful as he’d imagined her to be; maybe more so. She reached for him and he let her push him to the floor so that she could climb into his lab. Elle reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as Mohinder finally regained control over his body and reached for her breasts, cupping their weight in his palm and brushing his thumb over her breasts. Elle whimpered and grasped his cock, aligning him with her wet heat as she sank down, internal muscles fluttering around him.
“Oh, Elle,” Mohinder gasped as she began moving, riding him. “So good.”
Elle grinned wickedly and sped up, her hands moving to clutch at his shoulders, clinging to him as she came, his name on her lips.
The splash of warm come across his hands startled Mohinder back to reality. As his eyes snapped open, Elle disappeared and he was alone in the bathroom, his spit-dampened hand wrapped around his softening cock. His pants were around his ankles and his coat and shirt were piled messily behind him.
Mohinder’s cheeks burned as he reached for a paper towel, cleaning his hands and body before pulling his pants up and replacing his shirt and coat around his body. As he slowly made his way back to the lab, he heard her voice.
“Mohinder? There’s nothing good happening today. Pretty sad when your lab is the most interesting place in the Company.”