The Outside World, Part 4 (fic)
Author: Razycrandomgirl
Title: The Outside World, 4/4
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Maya
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: AU
Summery:
He would be hard to chase,
But good to catch
And he could change the world with his hands behind his back,
Oh
Author’s Notes: Inspire (sorta) by the Adele song Daydreamer, Tis so Gabriel, I think. unbeta'd and stuff. I'll fix it in the morning
Previously ... Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
They come away soaked, exhausted; stomachs hurting from too much laughter and twinges of hunger. Maya bents over frequently, wringing out her hair, while Gabriel tries to focus on getting the moisture out of his shirt (patting his hand gingerly against the front of his trousers.) They dry off, mostly, on the walk back to ‘Case de Sopa’. Maya picks up a delicious smelling bag and Gabriel grabs his coat as she pushes him back outside, before the whoops and catcalls can sound too loudly from behind the counter.
They sit eating on a little bench, drying off in the dying light of the sun as it drifts behind a thickening patch of purple clouds. When they are finished he watches, fascinated, as her hair curl in on its self. Maya stands up brushing herself off, catching his stare.
"What?"
"Your hair …"
“Yeah, I know.” She pats at it self-consciously. “It’s special.” she rolls her eyes, shrugged her shoulders and adjusting herself back on to the bench. She, then, lifted her arms, ready to bind her hair again, before he stops her with a hand upon her elbow, pulling her closer.
“Leave it.” He says as his other hand hovers just above her hair.
“Are you kidding me? It’s a mess.” His fingers curl stiffly into her arm as he tugs until there is barely any space between them. Her cheeks flush as he sinks his hand into her hair, twisting it about his fingers.
“I like it.”
She shivers against him, closing her eyes as his fingers graze her scalp. She leans into his touch. Her hand brushes against his thigh, grasping the cloth covering his leg. He moves closer to her, hand tightening in her hair as her skin breaks out in goose flesh.
"Gabriel ..." his mouth is so close to her and she holds her breath. Then something cool and wet taps her face. Once, twice, and again as she feels his hand leave her hair. She shock of his absents registers before the feel of raindrops, and her skin burns. "Oh..."
He stands up moving away from her, jacket heavy in his hand, staring down hard at the ground, his face as clouded as the sky.
"What's wrong, Gabriel?"
He moves away from her, but she grabs his hand stopping him and he avoids her eyes. "It's beginning to rain." He says, his eyes blink as the drops of rain fall heavy against his glasses.
"Gabriel, it's-" his hand squeezes about hers and he moves long the sidewalk quietly. He nearly drags her along; his stride is longer than hers and she stumbles trying to keep up with his paces.
"Wait! Wait up!" she calls from behind, nearly out of breath.
They stop under the awning of a lonely shut down store. Maya bends over, leaning on her knees as she grasps at the stitch in her side. She's bent at an awkward angle and her shirt falls away from her. Even though the moisture makes the cloth stick close in some places, Gabriel peeks down the spaces in her shirt. She looks up at him and he quickly averts his eyes, feeling a pounding echo in his body.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." His cheeks burn hot.
She straightens pressing her arms into her against her breast, wrying to keep warm. He catches a flicker of something in her eyes, before she bows her head, wet hair cascading down. Her cheeks are red. "It happens." There's a tremor in her voice and he notices she's shivering violently. He hadn't noticed the drop in temperature, she makes him feel warm all over. "Can you believe this weather?" she asks.
"I knew it would happen," his hair is soggy, dripping as he takes steps toward her, wrapping his jacket around her shoulders. It is warm, and smells like him and she can feel his fingers through the fabric, rubbing against her arms. She shakes harder. "I told you, you'd see."
Her mouth trembles and she looks up at him, past the water on his glasses, into his warm, honey eyes. She lets herself get lost in the sound of rain beating against a green awning.
"Yeah, but could you see this coming?" and suddenly her mouth is on his, all warm and wet and inviting. The force of her body, full against his, unbalances him, knocking him back into the protective grate covering the window. He clutches gingerly at her, not sure what to do, until he feels her deepen the kiss. He rediscovers himself in her. Awakening in the moment, he draws her closer, lifting her off the ground, feeding on the sounds she releases into his mouth.They are joined.
She lifts her mouth away from his, taking a much needed breath, eyes closed. She is crushing into him with each breath.
In the space of a flash, a smile breaks over her kiss swollen lips; huge, bright and alarming.
"What was that?' Gabriel asks, his breath puffs against her skin and a rippled of fresh goosebumps breaks anew under his assault.
"I got tired of waiting." She hadn't open her eyes yet, and he hadn't put her down yet, not yet, but he could feel the rain getting his shoes wet. "I've been wanting to do that for along time ..." She leans in again and he is almost swept away again, before he reluctantly unglued himself from her.
"Why are you doing this?" he asks, the sound of astonishment marring in his normal tone.
"It's what couples do, Gabriel. They go out on dates and make-out in public places." She pushed her hair out of her face, and pulled his jacket tighter around her shoulders.
"Couples?" he echoed in confusion.
"I tried to at least wait 'til you walked me home, but Dios!, you're such a tease." She laughs at his wide-eyed expression. "And you always manage to get away before I can--." She puts a hand on his shirt, tugging gently. "Seriously, I should get a medal for waiting this long!"
"Wait ... this, this was ... a date?"
"... Oh my God, Gabriel ... You are so pretty." She laughs until it hurts, stopping only to kiss him and again.