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Title: Thou shall have a fishy...
Author: carmexgirl
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Matt and Mohinder go out on a date. How very old fashioned!
A/N: This was supposed to be a ficlet/vignette, but the bunny ran away from me, dammit! Partly inspired by the song Geronimo by The Divine Comedy.
The restaurant was about a ten minute drive or a half hour walk from their apartment. They chose the latter option - it wasn’t often they got to go out on dates without Molly, and wanted to spend as much time as possible in each other’s company. They walked hand in hand along the sidewalk, meandering along as if they had all the time in the world. The wind seemed to be picking up speed slightly, and kept blowing curls into Mohinder’s eyes. Matt would brush them away and use it as an excuse to kiss him lightly on the lips, cheeks and forehead, laughing as he did so.
The restaurant wasn’t crowded, which was a good thing. Mohinder had always felt slightly uneasy in the company of a lot of people, and especially didn’t like it when they all chose to eat dinner next to him in the same restaurant. It was seafood, which had been Mohinder’s choice because Matt had never experienced anything as exotic as scallops or even lobster before. Mohinder opted for shrimp in a white wine sauce, while Matt decided to go the whole hog and ordered oysters.
When they came, raw and nestled on a bed of ice, he looked a little shocked. “How are you supposed to actually eat these things?” he said in low tones, not wanting anyone else to know the extent of his ignorance around seafood.
Mohinder gave a little chuckle, and Matt thought how adorable he looked when he was in ‘teacher’ mode. “You have to tilt your head back, pick up the shell, put some lemon or sauce on it, open your mouth, and let it slide down your throat.”
Matt’s eyes lit up, and he gave a mischievous grin. “So it just slides down my throat, then.” He leant in closer to Mohinder. “Riiight down there. As far as it can go.”
“Matthew, this is no time for childish innuendo. Eat your oysters.” Mohinder gave him that grin, and there was a little sparkle in his eyes.
“Ok. Show me.”
Mohinder picked up a shell, and tilted his head back. Matt smiled at that beautiful neck, and for a second imagined his tongue running up and down it. Mohinder then opened his mouth, and tilted the oyster into it.
To say that he wasn’t impressed would be an understatement. The grimace, the realisation that no, he didn’t actually like oysters at all, the choking (which he tried so hard to muffle by pretending it was laughter) and finally the retching, were just too much to take. Matt dissolved into a fit of laughter, snorting and shrieking into his napkin, while the other bemused diners looked on. “I…..thought,” he tired to say through breathless chuckles, “you…were….supposed to be the expert!”
“I said I knew how to eat them” Mohinder said between chokes, “Not that I liked them.” He had tears in his eyes from coughing, and bore look of someone desperately trying to retain his dignity in the face of utter adversity. He was also trying desperately not to blow his nose too loudly on his napkin. Matt tried to pull himself together enough to eat his dinner.
Through the laughter and the choking, they caught each other’s eyes, and smiled. Matt finished off his oysters, while Mohinder had managed to compose himself enough to finish off his shrimp, which he declared was ‘delicious’. Coffee and tea came, and the two sat chatting idly while the bill was prepared.
Suddenly there was quite a loud whooshing sound coming from somewhere across the other side of the restaurant. Matt looked round, and realised that it was the sound of rain, heavy rain, pounding at the windows.
“It wasn’t raining when we came out, was it?”
“Not that I can recall. It was bright sunshine, though a little windy.”
They looked at each other, scanning their clothes. Neither had anything vaguely waterproof on, nor had had the foresight to bring an umbrella. The bill came, so they resolved to wait in the doorway to see if the shower would pass them by.
In the doorway, Matt wrapped his arms around Mohinder and pulled him in close. They stood there, hugging and kissing each other while the rain continued to pound down in front of them. Rivers were running down the street, while guttering heaved almost to breaking point with the sheer weight of water. Huge droplets of water dolloped onto the ground, while puddles merged together to form lakes in the road. The sound was like a roar, a sheer wall of water coming down and flooding everything in its wake.
A few minutes passed, and the rain had not abated. Matt made a decision. “I think we should make a run for it.”
“Matt you’re crazy. We’re going to get soaked.”
“No, no. Well yes, we will get soaked, but I know a place not far from here. We sometimes use it for stakeouts - there’s a fire and coffee, and towels so we can get dry. I wouldn’t normally use it, but I consider this to be an emergency.”
“You’re sure it’s not far.”
“Five minutes tops if we make a run for it.”
“And it’s warm and dry?”
“Yep.”
“Ok, let’s go.”
Matt gave out a yell of “Go go gooooo!” and they ran for it. Down the street, through puddles and rivers, with what felt like buckets of rain hitting their faces, shoulders and legs. Mohinder gave up trying to jump over the huge puddles - he was getting so wet it didn’t matter any more. Matt put an arm around his waist, but then tripped over a shoe discarded on the sidewalk, pulling Mohinder down with him. Mohinder managed to steady himself on a passing newspaper stand, and caught Matt before he hit the floor, which could barely be seen through all the water.
They both stood up, and starting laughing. Loud, hysterical, childish laughing. Aching stomach, hurting ribs, lack of breathing laughing. If they had been dry, they probably would have been crying with laughter, but because they were wet it was too difficult to tell. They carried on running, still giggling wildly, Matt’s arm back around his lover’s waist.
He guided Mohinder up some stairs, and frantically punched in a code to open a rather ratty, blue coloured wooden door. The door opened, and he pushed Mohinder inside before jumping in himself and shutting the door behind him. They squelched up another flight of stairs; their panting punctuated by giggles, and went into the living room.
Matt instantly took his t-shirt off, and ran over to the kitchen sink to wring it out. Mohinder’s joined it, followed by two pairs of very dark, very heavy, very soaked jeans, and various bits of underwear. They looked at each other for a moment, each one thinking how wonderful the other looked, naked and dripping wet, faces flushed from running but also with an intense joy. Mohinder drew Matt into a hug, and kissed him tenderly. He shivered slightly, and went back into the living room to light the fire, welcoming the sudden warmth on his cold and sodden skin.
Matt came in with two cups of steaming coffee, and handed one to Mohinder. He went and found some towels to dry them both , and tenderly wrapped him in the biggest one he could find. Mohinder smiled, and quietly sang a contented tune into his coffee, while they both sat, smiling, gradually drying off while the rain still raged outside.
The coffee was soon finished, and they both huddled together on the sofa, smiling and tenderly kissing each other. Mohinder spoke first: “Do you know something about oysters?”
“Apart from the fact that they have contributed to perhaps the single most funniest experience of my life?” Matt smiled, and Mohinder starting kissing up his jaw line, before nibbling his ear lobe.
“They’re supposed to be an aphrodisiac” he said between kisses.
“Mmmmmm,” was all Matt could say. Mohinder was running his hands up and down his sides, making him tingle with pleasure.
“I say we should set up an experiment to ascertain the validity of that statement. You can be my test subject.”
Matt starting to kiss down Mohinder’s neck, stopping at the point where it met his shoulder, and licking off the few remaining droplets of water. “You don’t have your note book. We can’t write down our findings. The university will never accept it as proper research.”
Mohinder had reached a hand down and palmed his hardness, feathering his fingers and running then lightly up and down. Matt took Mohinder into his hands and repeated the action, making him moan with delight.
“Screw the notebook.”
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Author: carmexgirl
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Matt and Mohinder go out on a date. How very old fashioned!
A/N: This was supposed to be a ficlet/vignette, but the bunny ran away from me, dammit! Partly inspired by the song Geronimo by The Divine Comedy.
The restaurant was about a ten minute drive or a half hour walk from their apartment. They chose the latter option - it wasn’t often they got to go out on dates without Molly, and wanted to spend as much time as possible in each other’s company. They walked hand in hand along the sidewalk, meandering along as if they had all the time in the world. The wind seemed to be picking up speed slightly, and kept blowing curls into Mohinder’s eyes. Matt would brush them away and use it as an excuse to kiss him lightly on the lips, cheeks and forehead, laughing as he did so.
The restaurant wasn’t crowded, which was a good thing. Mohinder had always felt slightly uneasy in the company of a lot of people, and especially didn’t like it when they all chose to eat dinner next to him in the same restaurant. It was seafood, which had been Mohinder’s choice because Matt had never experienced anything as exotic as scallops or even lobster before. Mohinder opted for shrimp in a white wine sauce, while Matt decided to go the whole hog and ordered oysters.
When they came, raw and nestled on a bed of ice, he looked a little shocked. “How are you supposed to actually eat these things?” he said in low tones, not wanting anyone else to know the extent of his ignorance around seafood.
Mohinder gave a little chuckle, and Matt thought how adorable he looked when he was in ‘teacher’ mode. “You have to tilt your head back, pick up the shell, put some lemon or sauce on it, open your mouth, and let it slide down your throat.”
Matt’s eyes lit up, and he gave a mischievous grin. “So it just slides down my throat, then.” He leant in closer to Mohinder. “Riiight down there. As far as it can go.”
“Matthew, this is no time for childish innuendo. Eat your oysters.” Mohinder gave him that grin, and there was a little sparkle in his eyes.
“Ok. Show me.”
Mohinder picked up a shell, and tilted his head back. Matt smiled at that beautiful neck, and for a second imagined his tongue running up and down it. Mohinder then opened his mouth, and tilted the oyster into it.
To say that he wasn’t impressed would be an understatement. The grimace, the realisation that no, he didn’t actually like oysters at all, the choking (which he tried so hard to muffle by pretending it was laughter) and finally the retching, were just too much to take. Matt dissolved into a fit of laughter, snorting and shrieking into his napkin, while the other bemused diners looked on. “I…..thought,” he tired to say through breathless chuckles, “you…were….supposed to be the expert!”
“I said I knew how to eat them” Mohinder said between chokes, “Not that I liked them.” He had tears in his eyes from coughing, and bore look of someone desperately trying to retain his dignity in the face of utter adversity. He was also trying desperately not to blow his nose too loudly on his napkin. Matt tried to pull himself together enough to eat his dinner.
Through the laughter and the choking, they caught each other’s eyes, and smiled. Matt finished off his oysters, while Mohinder had managed to compose himself enough to finish off his shrimp, which he declared was ‘delicious’. Coffee and tea came, and the two sat chatting idly while the bill was prepared.
Suddenly there was quite a loud whooshing sound coming from somewhere across the other side of the restaurant. Matt looked round, and realised that it was the sound of rain, heavy rain, pounding at the windows.
“It wasn’t raining when we came out, was it?”
“Not that I can recall. It was bright sunshine, though a little windy.”
They looked at each other, scanning their clothes. Neither had anything vaguely waterproof on, nor had had the foresight to bring an umbrella. The bill came, so they resolved to wait in the doorway to see if the shower would pass them by.
In the doorway, Matt wrapped his arms around Mohinder and pulled him in close. They stood there, hugging and kissing each other while the rain continued to pound down in front of them. Rivers were running down the street, while guttering heaved almost to breaking point with the sheer weight of water. Huge droplets of water dolloped onto the ground, while puddles merged together to form lakes in the road. The sound was like a roar, a sheer wall of water coming down and flooding everything in its wake.
A few minutes passed, and the rain had not abated. Matt made a decision. “I think we should make a run for it.”
“Matt you’re crazy. We’re going to get soaked.”
“No, no. Well yes, we will get soaked, but I know a place not far from here. We sometimes use it for stakeouts - there’s a fire and coffee, and towels so we can get dry. I wouldn’t normally use it, but I consider this to be an emergency.”
“You’re sure it’s not far.”
“Five minutes tops if we make a run for it.”
“And it’s warm and dry?”
“Yep.”
“Ok, let’s go.”
Matt gave out a yell of “Go go gooooo!” and they ran for it. Down the street, through puddles and rivers, with what felt like buckets of rain hitting their faces, shoulders and legs. Mohinder gave up trying to jump over the huge puddles - he was getting so wet it didn’t matter any more. Matt put an arm around his waist, but then tripped over a shoe discarded on the sidewalk, pulling Mohinder down with him. Mohinder managed to steady himself on a passing newspaper stand, and caught Matt before he hit the floor, which could barely be seen through all the water.
They both stood up, and starting laughing. Loud, hysterical, childish laughing. Aching stomach, hurting ribs, lack of breathing laughing. If they had been dry, they probably would have been crying with laughter, but because they were wet it was too difficult to tell. They carried on running, still giggling wildly, Matt’s arm back around his lover’s waist.
He guided Mohinder up some stairs, and frantically punched in a code to open a rather ratty, blue coloured wooden door. The door opened, and he pushed Mohinder inside before jumping in himself and shutting the door behind him. They squelched up another flight of stairs; their panting punctuated by giggles, and went into the living room.
Matt instantly took his t-shirt off, and ran over to the kitchen sink to wring it out. Mohinder’s joined it, followed by two pairs of very dark, very heavy, very soaked jeans, and various bits of underwear. They looked at each other for a moment, each one thinking how wonderful the other looked, naked and dripping wet, faces flushed from running but also with an intense joy. Mohinder drew Matt into a hug, and kissed him tenderly. He shivered slightly, and went back into the living room to light the fire, welcoming the sudden warmth on his cold and sodden skin.
Matt came in with two cups of steaming coffee, and handed one to Mohinder. He went and found some towels to dry them both , and tenderly wrapped him in the biggest one he could find. Mohinder smiled, and quietly sang a contented tune into his coffee, while they both sat, smiling, gradually drying off while the rain still raged outside.
The coffee was soon finished, and they both huddled together on the sofa, smiling and tenderly kissing each other. Mohinder spoke first: “Do you know something about oysters?”
“Apart from the fact that they have contributed to perhaps the single most funniest experience of my life?” Matt smiled, and Mohinder starting kissing up his jaw line, before nibbling his ear lobe.
“They’re supposed to be an aphrodisiac” he said between kisses.
“Mmmmmm,” was all Matt could say. Mohinder was running his hands up and down his sides, making him tingle with pleasure.
“I say we should set up an experiment to ascertain the validity of that statement. You can be my test subject.”
Matt starting to kiss down Mohinder’s neck, stopping at the point where it met his shoulder, and licking off the few remaining droplets of water. “You don’t have your note book. We can’t write down our findings. The university will never accept it as proper research.”
Mohinder had reached a hand down and palmed his hardness, feathering his fingers and running then lightly up and down. Matt took Mohinder into his hands and repeated the action, making him moan with delight.
“Screw the notebook.”
fin