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EDITED: like a thousand times. D: but I think it's good now. More to come. :D I am now entirely caught up and watching the new episodes when they come out on Mondays. It was all pretty kickass.
It was our combined interest and concerned affiliations with Molly that brought us together in the first place. I'm still not exactly sure how I ended up in Mohinder's apartment. Considering that at our first meeting he knocked me unconscious, I should have stayed away from the bastard. But Molly needed someone, anyone, to look after and care for her, and I wanted to be that someone. She called me her hero.
She was sick and had been used, and we were all she had, Suresh and I were. She needed Mohinder's blood to survive and I like to think that she needed me as well. Mohinder was staying at his father's old place and my divorce was final, so I had nowhere to go but there. He was a good man, I could tell that much by his thoughts, not to mention my previous police training, but I was still wary of him in the beginning. He had been working for the company, and I didn't think I could trust him. Over time, however, my trust grew until I could let my guard down all together and live comfortably.
And now here we are.
"Molly won't be asleep yet." I spoke in response to the touch on my neck, the soft feel of plump lips giving me goose bumps and raising the hair on my arms. Mohinder had a very inappropriate perception of time and place.
My stomach clenched nervously at the thought of the little girl down the hall and I shrugged the man's thin hands off my shoulders. They returned swiftly, however, sliding down to unbutton the collar of my shirt before sneaking in to caress my chest.
"Ah… Mohinder…" My voice still warned, though this time my body was not so keen on rejecting the touch. I could feel his lips pressing up the side of my neck, his teeth catching on my soft earlobe, his breath tickling my cheek, and it was slowly driving me insane.
"Molly is just down the hall." I breathed, very aware that her door was hanging wide open and that there was a nice chance of her hearing anything that was to go on. I didn't want her to know about this, she was still young and already had enough to worry about.
"Then keep your voice down." The accent got me every time. I'm not sure exactly what it is, really; half English, half Indian I suppose, but I don't know what it was about it that sent a shock of excitement shot right through my center each time I heard it. Something about it was just so damn sexy, and as soon as he spoke, I was putty in his hands.
A soft moan left the Indian as he slid his hands through my short hair, the touch making me tremble, however simple and supposedly innocent it was. I tilted my head and drew in my concentration, and I was able to pick up on some of my roommate's thoughts, though by now they were no longer the personal wonderings of most people but secret messages meant specifically for me. He knew me too well.
Mohinder's lips tickled my collarbone and I murmured yet another soft warning in the form of our 'daughter's name. I watched the doctor roll his eyes and smile through my peripheral vision before he moved around to the front of me and straddled my lap.
It was wonderful to watch the man work, like some sort of exotic pornography. Yet he was the romantic of our pair. I could see it in his thoughts, hear it in his voice; his plans, his pleasure, my pleasure. It was mood enhancing, to say the least.
As the Indian settled on my thighs, I allowed myself to relax a little, my hands finally engaging themselves by wrapping around Mohinder's neck and pulling his face close for a soft kiss. He smiled against my lips which in turn induced the same reaction in me.
"What?" I couldn't help but chuckle softly as I looked up at the man; he had such an odd expression on his face, however adorable it was, and I couldn't quite identify its meaning.
"It's nothing." He whispered in reply, pressing his palms to my unshaven cheeks as he leaned in for another kiss, his lithe form pressing close endearingly. I hummed to acknowledge the dropping of the matter and my eyes slid shut. I had never felt more comfortable in my life.
Molly had been forgotten by then and the only thing that mattered at that moment was the man perched on top of me. Our kisses grew deeper and my hands slid around his waist as I drew my lips gently down his neck, coaxing a delicious moan from his split lips.
It was then that I heard Molly's screaming.