With Ease
Title: With Ease
Author: puckkit
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the show Heroes, therefore all of this is false and made up from my charmingly eccentric imagination.
Author's Notes:I wanted to prove two things to myself. One, I can write a story that isn't completely depressing (almost fluff, my friends!) and the other was that I could write something with a higher comprehension rate while not completely compromising my style. Tell me what you think, I'd love to hear it. Cut-text lyrics from Your Cloud by Tori Amos.
EDIT: Because I'm silly, I forgot to add that this idea came from perrynga and random00 and their conversation HERE that was ages ago and that I tried to do in various fics and just couldn't get out. Also- this is supposed to be an AU, though I suppose it could be taken either way.
They had been driving in a straight line for days, directly through the desert. Amber grains of sand decorated unmemorable hills, every kilometre blended into every other as the sun stayed steady above them in the sky.
“Are you tired?”
Mohinder murmured an affectionate negative, lazily smiling over at Sylar as he drove at a relaxed pace.
“You should be,” Sylar grinned lasciviously, head tilted to rest against the window as he watched Mohinder’s smooth gold hands loosely holding the steering wheel.
“You know, I thought that waitress would never shut up,” He remarked, turning his head to watch the continuous flow of sand getting kicked up by the car before settling back down. “She just kept going on and on about their ‘special soup’ and how she always wanted to go to New York- you just had to tell her about that, didn’t you. She would get eaten alive there, anyway. Hell, I wanted to eat her alive. Oh, speaking of, we need more ice too- we didn’t really get enough at that restaurant and if it melts too quick...”
Mohinder was barely paying attention, watching as the ground disappeared in a dark haze beneath the car.
“Are you even listening to me?”
He blinked and looked over to find Sylar staring at him with half amusement, half exasperation. With a frown, Sylar raised an eyebrow. “Honestly, Mohinder, sometimes I think you just love me for my body.”
“Well... it is a very nice body. Very aesthetically pleasing.”
Sylar grinned. “Looks like you’re getting lucky tonight.”
Mohinder affected a look of mock concern, “I have to wait until tonight?”
“Nobody likes a smartass.”
“I thought you liked my ass.”
“Your ass isn’t what I have the problem with. It isn’t the one doing all the smart talking, that’d be your mouth.”
“I thought you liked my mouth.”
“... Touché.”
With a little laugh, Mohinder looked back to the road.
Time passed slowly in comfortable silence. Sylar closed his eyes and rested his head in his hand, drifting in and out of sleep as the heat lay heavy upon him, weighing down his eyelids. Mohinder let his mind wander to various, inconsequential places as the sun floated across the sky, marking the passage of time.
Spotting a gas station up ahead, Mohinder slowly pulled to a stop. Regardless of his care, Sylar blinked awake and mumbled a question.
“I’m just going to get us some gas, feel free to stretch your legs.”
As he closed the door, Sylar rubbed a hand across the back of his neck and yawned. He exited the car and peered up at the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun, silently figuring out how much longer they had on the road. It didn’t matter; figuring in their speed and where they were now, they should come across a motel soon enough.
“You ready to go?” Mohinder appeared at his elbow, looking up to see what Sylar found so fascinating. Sylar snaked an arm around his neck and reeled him in for a quick kiss.
“I’m ready whenever you are.”
“I’m... oh, we forgot the ice. If you grab it, I’ll clean off the windshield.”
Sylar nodded easily and headed towards the store, feet scuffing as he made his way around the car. Mohinder sighed with a smile and went to work on the windshield.
“Ready.”
Wiping off his hands on his pants, Mohinder followed Sylar into the car after Sylar threw the bag of ice onto the floor of the back seat, neatly avoiding research papers in heavy binders.
They drove a little longer, sky slowly darkening into a wine red that spread in all directions, drenching the sand and casting shadows on Mohinder’s contented face. Shadows that Sylar examined, memorized, committed to memory.
So beautiful.
When they felt they were far enough away they pulled over, nothing but sand and road in their line of sight. Sylar grabbed the ice bag and Mohinder popped the trunk as they both headed towards the back. The light was darker now, close to twilight, stretching their shadows across the car.
Drenched in the red of the sun’s rays, they opened the trunk and pulled out the cooler, carefully pouring out the water while leaving in its contents and the leftover ice. Sylar opened the new bag and poured the ice into the cooler, watching as the grey disappeared beneath it.
“How many days until we can actually document these?” Mohinder asked as he closed the trunk shut with a snap.
“At the rate you’re driving- two days. Now if I were driving... about an hour and a half.”
Mohinder swatted at him as they got back in the vehicle, by his approximation about an hour from the nearest motel. He did a shoulder check and eased the car back on to the road. Sylar linked their fingers, resting their hands on his leg.
“Who’s next anyway?”
Mohinder shrugged, “I don’t really remember. I’d need my list and it’s in the back. Someone named Blaire, I think?”
Sylar nodded passively, silent in contemplation.
“I’m glad you’re with me, you know.”
Mohinder glanced over at the serious tone, squeezing the fingers that were interlaced with his own.
“I know," He paused.
"And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Author: puckkit
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the show Heroes, therefore all of this is false and made up from my charmingly eccentric imagination.
Author's Notes:I wanted to prove two things to myself. One, I can write a story that isn't completely depressing (almost fluff, my friends!) and the other was that I could write something with a higher comprehension rate while not completely compromising my style. Tell me what you think, I'd love to hear it. Cut-text lyrics from Your Cloud by Tori Amos.
EDIT: Because I'm silly, I forgot to add that this idea came from perrynga and random00 and their conversation HERE that was ages ago and that I tried to do in various fics and just couldn't get out. Also- this is supposed to be an AU, though I suppose it could be taken either way.
They had been driving in a straight line for days, directly through the desert. Amber grains of sand decorated unmemorable hills, every kilometre blended into every other as the sun stayed steady above them in the sky.
“Are you tired?”
Mohinder murmured an affectionate negative, lazily smiling over at Sylar as he drove at a relaxed pace.
“You should be,” Sylar grinned lasciviously, head tilted to rest against the window as he watched Mohinder’s smooth gold hands loosely holding the steering wheel.
“You know, I thought that waitress would never shut up,” He remarked, turning his head to watch the continuous flow of sand getting kicked up by the car before settling back down. “She just kept going on and on about their ‘special soup’ and how she always wanted to go to New York- you just had to tell her about that, didn’t you. She would get eaten alive there, anyway. Hell, I wanted to eat her alive. Oh, speaking of, we need more ice too- we didn’t really get enough at that restaurant and if it melts too quick...”
Mohinder was barely paying attention, watching as the ground disappeared in a dark haze beneath the car.
“Are you even listening to me?”
He blinked and looked over to find Sylar staring at him with half amusement, half exasperation. With a frown, Sylar raised an eyebrow. “Honestly, Mohinder, sometimes I think you just love me for my body.”
“Well... it is a very nice body. Very aesthetically pleasing.”
Sylar grinned. “Looks like you’re getting lucky tonight.”
Mohinder affected a look of mock concern, “I have to wait until tonight?”
“Nobody likes a smartass.”
“I thought you liked my ass.”
“Your ass isn’t what I have the problem with. It isn’t the one doing all the smart talking, that’d be your mouth.”
“I thought you liked my mouth.”
“... Touché.”
With a little laugh, Mohinder looked back to the road.
Time passed slowly in comfortable silence. Sylar closed his eyes and rested his head in his hand, drifting in and out of sleep as the heat lay heavy upon him, weighing down his eyelids. Mohinder let his mind wander to various, inconsequential places as the sun floated across the sky, marking the passage of time.
Spotting a gas station up ahead, Mohinder slowly pulled to a stop. Regardless of his care, Sylar blinked awake and mumbled a question.
“I’m just going to get us some gas, feel free to stretch your legs.”
As he closed the door, Sylar rubbed a hand across the back of his neck and yawned. He exited the car and peered up at the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun, silently figuring out how much longer they had on the road. It didn’t matter; figuring in their speed and where they were now, they should come across a motel soon enough.
“You ready to go?” Mohinder appeared at his elbow, looking up to see what Sylar found so fascinating. Sylar snaked an arm around his neck and reeled him in for a quick kiss.
“I’m ready whenever you are.”
“I’m... oh, we forgot the ice. If you grab it, I’ll clean off the windshield.”
Sylar nodded easily and headed towards the store, feet scuffing as he made his way around the car. Mohinder sighed with a smile and went to work on the windshield.
“Ready.”
Wiping off his hands on his pants, Mohinder followed Sylar into the car after Sylar threw the bag of ice onto the floor of the back seat, neatly avoiding research papers in heavy binders.
They drove a little longer, sky slowly darkening into a wine red that spread in all directions, drenching the sand and casting shadows on Mohinder’s contented face. Shadows that Sylar examined, memorized, committed to memory.
So beautiful.
When they felt they were far enough away they pulled over, nothing but sand and road in their line of sight. Sylar grabbed the ice bag and Mohinder popped the trunk as they both headed towards the back. The light was darker now, close to twilight, stretching their shadows across the car.
Drenched in the red of the sun’s rays, they opened the trunk and pulled out the cooler, carefully pouring out the water while leaving in its contents and the leftover ice. Sylar opened the new bag and poured the ice into the cooler, watching as the grey disappeared beneath it.
“How many days until we can actually document these?” Mohinder asked as he closed the trunk shut with a snap.
“At the rate you’re driving- two days. Now if I were driving... about an hour and a half.”
Mohinder swatted at him as they got back in the vehicle, by his approximation about an hour from the nearest motel. He did a shoulder check and eased the car back on to the road. Sylar linked their fingers, resting their hands on his leg.
“Who’s next anyway?”
Mohinder shrugged, “I don’t really remember. I’d need my list and it’s in the back. Someone named Blaire, I think?”
Sylar nodded passively, silent in contemplation.
“I’m glad you’re with me, you know.”
Mohinder glanced over at the serious tone, squeezing the fingers that were interlaced with his own.
“I know," He paused.
"And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”