Sparks
Title: Sparks
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mohinder and Elle make the most of their time, waiting to go out after Bennet in Cautionary Tales.
Spoilers: 2x09 - Cautionary Tales
He had felt it the first time she had touched him; that spark of something other than the electricity that jumped from her fingertips. It was symmetrical, produced by him just as much as it was by her. He had been surprised, and that emotion had caused him to adopt a rather bewildered stare, to completely fail to respond as she ran her fingers over his face and called him 'adorable', joking with her father over whether he could be 'kept'. The very idea of it, of being her pet... he had no idea how to respond, beyond staring at her, dumbfounded. She was so very brash, completely unlike what Mohinder would normally fall for in a woman, and still... there was that spark. Lust, undeniably so.
They had their plan; give Noah a false meeting point, intercept him there and take him out - it was just a phrase - and in doing so get their hands on Claire and her healing blood. Still, they had time to kill - Noah had to believe Mohinder was consulting with Molly on West's location, after all - and the three of them in one hotel room was not conducive of an easy atmosphere. Mohinder could only stare at his feet, unable to look either Bishop in the eye. Elle was bored, fidgety and agitated, setting the other two on edge with her movements. Bob had taken to pacing, making an occasional comment to try and form some sort of conversation, but continued to come up against a brick wall at every attempt. In the end, it was the older Bishop who broke, stated that he was going for a walk around the hotel grounds, and when he got back it would be time to make the phone call and get moving. He had demanded to know Elle's own intentions, and his daughter had looked coyly in Mohinder's direction and asked - slightly too sweetly - if she could stay there with him. Mohinder, yet again, could do little more than nod dimly.
She had been on him, the second the door swung closed behind her father's back. Mohinder barely had time to register what was going on before he had an armful of the hyperactive blonde girl, lips pressing desperately against his own. She was more than forwards, but Mohinder accepted that. She obviously felt it too, the spark, and he was aware they had hardly any time. Whatever was going to happen, it was going to be far from polite.
She was demanding, too, small body giving up a surprising amount of force as she pushed him, backwards, towards his bed, hands reaching up to his shoulders and pushing him downwards. Mohinder fell back onto the bed with a small grunt, arms immediately reaching up to pull her down over him. This was lust in its purest form, far from how he would normally be, but the situation was far from normal in itself. This was a once-only situation, and Elle was here, offering herself up to him without any sign of hesitance. And so, once only, Mohinder let himself succumb to the temptation she offered by way of her body, pressed against him, her lips hard and demanding against his own.
He was stunned, well and truly, a rabbit caught in the headlights, and for a minute he did nothing but let himself be kissed and caressed. Then his higher mental faculties kicked back in, and he remembered that this was a reciprocal activity. It had been a while, a long while, since he had been with a woman, but he believed he still remembered well enough what to do. One hand slipped under her top, rubbing over her back until fingers located the clasp of her bra, deftly undoing it. He did not even have time to move his hand further, however, before Elle was pulling sharply away, brow furrowed.
"No."
Mohinder was shocked. He... he had been led, in this, he was not expecting Elle to be the one to call time out. "Elle, I..."
She smiled then, his mental processes apparently obvious in his facial expression. "Silly." She laughed. "There's no time for that. Daddy'll be back, any minute."
Mohinder grunted, annoyed. What was there time for, then? Again, Elle responded without him even having to voice his thoughts. Was he really that obvious?
"Edge of the bed, sit." She ordered, standing up and reclasping her bra, before reaching for Mohinder's legs and tugging him to where she wanted him. Obviously, he was not fast enough for her liking. Grinning wickedly, she spread his legs over the edge of the bed, before dropping to her knees between them, hands going straight to undo his belt and flies. One tug, assisted by Mohinder's raising of his hips, had trousers and underwear at his knees. Letting them drop to his ankles, Elle crawled a little further forward, fingers sliding under his shirt and letting loose little sparks of electricity against his stomach. His response was a drawn out gasp, a twitch to his already erect cock. A moment later and she had him in her mouth.
For someone who seemed so childish, so innocent, she knew how to do this. Mohinder's eyes rolled involuntarily before his eyelids fluttered closed and his mouth went slack. One arm flew out behind him, supporting him in his sitting position, whilst the other hand went straight into Elle's hair. He did not - could not - speak, every mental process he had currently directed to that exquisite suction. Then one of her hands joined her mouth, working the base of his cock whilst her mouth and tongue ravished his tip. He was a gasping, panting mess already - it really had been a very long time - and he was almost thankful, considering their situation, that this would all be over embarrassingly quickly. Especially as she still had her favourite trick up her sleeve.
He was ready for it, expecting nothing less from this woman, yet the force of the experience when her hand released that tiny spark against his hot flesh blew him away completely. His muscles tensed, her name passed breathlessly through his lips, and his orgasm burst through him. He dropped his hand from her hair, his other arm giving way, and he collapsed backwards onto the bed, chest heaving and eyes staring unfocused up at the ceiling.
After a moment of recuperation, he became aware that he was being redressed, and he managed to prop himself up on his elbows to take in the sight of Elle still knelt between his legs. "That was..." he started, but was not sure what else he could possibly say. He felt guilty that he had let himself fall so completely and utterly into temptation's arms, that he had not offered her anywhere near the same level of pleasure in return. Still, she was smiling just as widely as before as she pulled his boxers and trousers back up over his hips, redoing his belt. Job done, she stood up, gave him a wholly dirty wink, before turning and taking several steps away from the bed, just in time. Moments later, the sound of the room's key was heard in the lock, and Bob was back.
It was time to go.
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Mohinder and Elle make the most of their time, waiting to go out after Bennet in Cautionary Tales.
Spoilers: 2x09 - Cautionary Tales
He had felt it the first time she had touched him; that spark of something other than the electricity that jumped from her fingertips. It was symmetrical, produced by him just as much as it was by her. He had been surprised, and that emotion had caused him to adopt a rather bewildered stare, to completely fail to respond as she ran her fingers over his face and called him 'adorable', joking with her father over whether he could be 'kept'. The very idea of it, of being her pet... he had no idea how to respond, beyond staring at her, dumbfounded. She was so very brash, completely unlike what Mohinder would normally fall for in a woman, and still... there was that spark. Lust, undeniably so.
They had their plan; give Noah a false meeting point, intercept him there and take him out - it was just a phrase - and in doing so get their hands on Claire and her healing blood. Still, they had time to kill - Noah had to believe Mohinder was consulting with Molly on West's location, after all - and the three of them in one hotel room was not conducive of an easy atmosphere. Mohinder could only stare at his feet, unable to look either Bishop in the eye. Elle was bored, fidgety and agitated, setting the other two on edge with her movements. Bob had taken to pacing, making an occasional comment to try and form some sort of conversation, but continued to come up against a brick wall at every attempt. In the end, it was the older Bishop who broke, stated that he was going for a walk around the hotel grounds, and when he got back it would be time to make the phone call and get moving. He had demanded to know Elle's own intentions, and his daughter had looked coyly in Mohinder's direction and asked - slightly too sweetly - if she could stay there with him. Mohinder, yet again, could do little more than nod dimly.
She had been on him, the second the door swung closed behind her father's back. Mohinder barely had time to register what was going on before he had an armful of the hyperactive blonde girl, lips pressing desperately against his own. She was more than forwards, but Mohinder accepted that. She obviously felt it too, the spark, and he was aware they had hardly any time. Whatever was going to happen, it was going to be far from polite.
She was demanding, too, small body giving up a surprising amount of force as she pushed him, backwards, towards his bed, hands reaching up to his shoulders and pushing him downwards. Mohinder fell back onto the bed with a small grunt, arms immediately reaching up to pull her down over him. This was lust in its purest form, far from how he would normally be, but the situation was far from normal in itself. This was a once-only situation, and Elle was here, offering herself up to him without any sign of hesitance. And so, once only, Mohinder let himself succumb to the temptation she offered by way of her body, pressed against him, her lips hard and demanding against his own.
He was stunned, well and truly, a rabbit caught in the headlights, and for a minute he did nothing but let himself be kissed and caressed. Then his higher mental faculties kicked back in, and he remembered that this was a reciprocal activity. It had been a while, a long while, since he had been with a woman, but he believed he still remembered well enough what to do. One hand slipped under her top, rubbing over her back until fingers located the clasp of her bra, deftly undoing it. He did not even have time to move his hand further, however, before Elle was pulling sharply away, brow furrowed.
"No."
Mohinder was shocked. He... he had been led, in this, he was not expecting Elle to be the one to call time out. "Elle, I..."
She smiled then, his mental processes apparently obvious in his facial expression. "Silly." She laughed. "There's no time for that. Daddy'll be back, any minute."
Mohinder grunted, annoyed. What was there time for, then? Again, Elle responded without him even having to voice his thoughts. Was he really that obvious?
"Edge of the bed, sit." She ordered, standing up and reclasping her bra, before reaching for Mohinder's legs and tugging him to where she wanted him. Obviously, he was not fast enough for her liking. Grinning wickedly, she spread his legs over the edge of the bed, before dropping to her knees between them, hands going straight to undo his belt and flies. One tug, assisted by Mohinder's raising of his hips, had trousers and underwear at his knees. Letting them drop to his ankles, Elle crawled a little further forward, fingers sliding under his shirt and letting loose little sparks of electricity against his stomach. His response was a drawn out gasp, a twitch to his already erect cock. A moment later and she had him in her mouth.
For someone who seemed so childish, so innocent, she knew how to do this. Mohinder's eyes rolled involuntarily before his eyelids fluttered closed and his mouth went slack. One arm flew out behind him, supporting him in his sitting position, whilst the other hand went straight into Elle's hair. He did not - could not - speak, every mental process he had currently directed to that exquisite suction. Then one of her hands joined her mouth, working the base of his cock whilst her mouth and tongue ravished his tip. He was a gasping, panting mess already - it really had been a very long time - and he was almost thankful, considering their situation, that this would all be over embarrassingly quickly. Especially as she still had her favourite trick up her sleeve.
He was ready for it, expecting nothing less from this woman, yet the force of the experience when her hand released that tiny spark against his hot flesh blew him away completely. His muscles tensed, her name passed breathlessly through his lips, and his orgasm burst through him. He dropped his hand from her hair, his other arm giving way, and he collapsed backwards onto the bed, chest heaving and eyes staring unfocused up at the ceiling.
After a moment of recuperation, he became aware that he was being redressed, and he managed to prop himself up on his elbows to take in the sight of Elle still knelt between his legs. "That was..." he started, but was not sure what else he could possibly say. He felt guilty that he had let himself fall so completely and utterly into temptation's arms, that he had not offered her anywhere near the same level of pleasure in return. Still, she was smiling just as widely as before as she pulled his boxers and trousers back up over his hips, redoing his belt. Job done, she stood up, gave him a wholly dirty wink, before turning and taking several steps away from the bed, just in time. Moments later, the sound of the room's key was heard in the lock, and Bob was back.
It was time to go.