Fic: Tourism
Title: Tourism
Author: Corona
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Maya
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Matt's been waiting for Maya for twenty minutes.
AN: Comment!fic for
pyjamagurl
Matt's been waiting for Maya for twenty minutes.
She's not late, he's just early, really early, ridiculously early.
He tells himself it's just in case she gets lost.
Though that doesn't make sense, even in his own head.
But Maya's early too, It's ten to eleven when he sees her, picking her way carefully through the snow in brown boots.
She's wearing a yellow wool coat and a scarf in many colours is draped twice round her neck. Her hair flows over it, catching between the folds and falling in her eyes.
She's smiling, smiling through the snow at him even though she has to be frozen. When she sees him looking back she waves.
Matt waves back, though he's certainly he looks a thousand times stupider doing it.
When she eventually reaches him Matt's honestly stuck for something to say.
"I like your scarf," he offers, which probably isn't the stupidest thing he's ever said.
But Maya smiles impossibly wide and holds the scarf in both hands.
"Mohinder let me borrow it, he said it would be colder than I thought and it is." Maya laughs and pushes the scarf in closer to her chin.
Matt is willing to bet the scarf smells more like her than Mohinder now.
"New York is so big, and it looks so different in the snow."
"Everywhere looks different when it snows," Matt offers.
And there's another smile, though this one is just a little smaller.
"It didn't snow back home."
For a moment Matt panics that he's hit a nerve. But Maya doesn't hesitate to slip her arm through his as they pick their way across the street.
"I know Mohinder was supposed to show you around a little, so I hope you don't mind-"
Maya tilts her head and looks up at him.
"I asked for you to come," Maya tells him.
"You did?" Matt doesn't think he should really have sounded that surprised, but it makes her laugh, and it's a happy laugh.
"Yes." Her arm tightens on his, and he can feel her fingers through the heavy material of his coat.
Author: Corona
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Maya
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Matt's been waiting for Maya for twenty minutes.
AN: Comment!fic for
pyjamagurl
Matt's been waiting for Maya for twenty minutes.
She's not late, he's just early, really early, ridiculously early.
He tells himself it's just in case she gets lost.
Though that doesn't make sense, even in his own head.
But Maya's early too, It's ten to eleven when he sees her, picking her way carefully through the snow in brown boots.
She's wearing a yellow wool coat and a scarf in many colours is draped twice round her neck. Her hair flows over it, catching between the folds and falling in her eyes.
She's smiling, smiling through the snow at him even though she has to be frozen. When she sees him looking back she waves.
Matt waves back, though he's certainly he looks a thousand times stupider doing it.
When she eventually reaches him Matt's honestly stuck for something to say.
"I like your scarf," he offers, which probably isn't the stupidest thing he's ever said.
But Maya smiles impossibly wide and holds the scarf in both hands.
"Mohinder let me borrow it, he said it would be colder than I thought and it is." Maya laughs and pushes the scarf in closer to her chin.
Matt is willing to bet the scarf smells more like her than Mohinder now.
"New York is so big, and it looks so different in the snow."
"Everywhere looks different when it snows," Matt offers.
And there's another smile, though this one is just a little smaller.
"It didn't snow back home."
For a moment Matt panics that he's hit a nerve. But Maya doesn't hesitate to slip her arm through his as they pick their way across the street.
"I know Mohinder was supposed to show you around a little, so I hope you don't mind-"
Maya tilts her head and looks up at him.
"I asked for you to come," Maya tells him.
"You did?" Matt doesn't think he should really have sounded that surprised, but it makes her laugh, and it's a happy laugh.
"Yes." Her arm tightens on his, and he can feel her fingers through the heavy material of his coat.