The Space Between, Part 2 (Fic)
Author: razycrandomgirl
Title: The Space Between, 2/?
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Maya
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Just like to play with them.
Spoilers/Time Line: Somewhere on their road trip to NY
Summery: Maya teaches Gabriel about breakfast.
Author’s Notes: Aww man! This might turn into an AU later. I don't know yet.:X Enjoy and R/R. ConCri is welcomed. Also unbate'd. :X
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,
“Gabriel, can you please hand me the tomatoes?”
They’d spent most of the morning at the local market place buying an assortment of fresh fruits and vegetables. Alejandro broke off from Maya (much to Gabriel’s pleasure) after she told him they could cover more ground if they split up. Gabriel stayed with Maya because his Spanish was more than a little rusty and mostly because Maya was prettier then her brother.
“The green ones or the red ones?” He asked. He was more than a little lost seeing as how he mostly boiled soups on his stovetop and nuked all his solids in the microwave. She turned around to see him holding a butter knife in one hand and a red onion in the other. She bit her lip hold back a smile as she watched him try to dig the knife into the onion. He looked up at her. “This really isn’t the best knife …”
“I told you to use this one, Gabriel.” She said with an amused smile on her face as she reached over his arm to pick up a paring knife instead. Gabriel leaned into her, brushing his nose against the top of her head. She smelled exotic. Like fresh food and warm spices. He moved closer. “Gabriel,” Maya whispers “try to focus”.
He chooses not to hear her, instead moving closer to push his body into hers. She gasps dropping the knife to the cutting board. He watches her eyes go wide when his hands move to touch her. His fingers press into her shoulders brushing over her neck as he tangles the other in her hair. She closes her eyes arching back into him. Her hands come around his waist fisting the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to pull him away or toward her, not even she knows which.
“We won’t get anything done if we keep this up.” Her eyes are still closed and he feels her body shaking in his arms. He licks his lips. “Aren’t you hungry,” she asks. “Yes” he purrs against her mouth before kissing her softly. His hands squeezes in her hair, pulling a little, she gasps into his mouth and he tastes her with his tongue.
She’s so incredibly soft and he almost loses himself in it until he feels her start to resist. She pushes him away, hands on his chest as she leans her head against him catching her breath. “I meant hungry for actual food. No wonder you're so thin, you never get any cooking done.”
“I usually just order out.” He smiled into the top of her head, hands absently stroking the soft waves of her hair. She turned her head up with a squint of confused amusement streaked across her face. “Does that mean you are doing this with the delivery persons, too?”
He ground his hips into hers, dipping to drag his leg against her crotch. “Not this” she wiggled in his arms and he dropped his forehead to meet hers in a kiss. He rested, closing his eyes to collect himself. “They just drop the food off. They don’t stay around to cook for me.”
He felt a jerk in his arms as she pulled away from him a bit too roughly. The negative space she left behind jarring him. He folded his arms across his chest trying to ward away the sudden cold. “I’m not cooking for you, Gabriel. I was teaching you how to cook. There is a difference.” And obviously there was; he’d just missed it completely. He stood there in a state of shock that felt too long and watched her work around the counter.
“I’m -- so … Maya, what’s wrong?” She didn’t answer him just busied herself with preparing the food. “I’m sorry Maya, I shouldn’t have done that.” He took a step towards her flinching away when she moved too quickly about the small space.
“If you’re hungry, Gabriel, you’ll have to learn to cook for yourself.” He stood in the corner looking utterly lost and a bit like a kicked puppy. “Wait. … Are we talking about actual cooking or sex …almost sex?” His voice faltered, betraying his discomfort over the subject and the way he’d failed to communicate it.
She finally looked up at him squinting. “Que?” He opened his mouth like a fish out of water, shook his head then looked back down at the floor. At this Maya’s lips curled as she turned her head away from Gabriel and into her shoulder. That’s when he heard it. It sounded like she was snickering.
“Maya?” he watched as her bent wrist pressed into her lips and she turned her back to him. There was sound coming from her and she bent with it holding her midsection in an effort to keep it inside. There was no mistaking it this time, she was giggling.
His own eyes narrowed in coy amusement. He couldn’t help it when his mouth pulled into a soft, surprisingly comfortable smile. He pushed away from the counter he’d been leaning on and took a cautious step towards her. Reaching his hand out, he brushed past her shoulder pushing her hair to the side gripping her shoulder and turned her towards him. With a small flare in his abdomen, Gabriel noticed all the skin on her face and neck had flushed the prettiest color with her suppressed laughter.
He felt his belly coil at the look on her face. He tapped her shoulder and when she looked at him he could barely stand it. She began to laugh. “Obviously we’re having a misunderstanding?” Gabriel pursed his lips, biting into the side of his cheek and rolled his eyes while she curled into a ball of laughter at his feet.