Matt/Mohinder drabble.
It wasn't Matt's fault that the bathroom door was on the same wall as the TV. It wasn't Mohinder's fault that he had forgotten most of his clothes in his room. It was however, flagrantly Molly's fault the TV was playing cartoons which held no interest for the detective and drew his gaze to various objects around the room.
Sure enough, the water shut off, and Matt focused his wandering attention on the bathroom door. He could hear Mohinder softly humming and then a quick "Damnit!" The door clicked open, and Mohinder stepped out clad in nothing but a towel that Matt was sure wouldn't even have fit around Molly.
His eyes raked over Mohinder's broad chest covered in rich dark hair. There was something even more exotic about Mohinder when you saw him like this. Something almost primal, as he dripped on the floor.
He was only in Matt's view for a second before he jogged quickly to his room to grab some clothes. Matt turned back to morning cartoons, tightening his hold on his coffee cup, and scrunching his face up in concentration.
Think about sports. Think about sports. Football, Baseball, Hockey…anything. Think about sports God Damnit!
He had managed to think solely about L.A. Lakers stats for almost an entire minute, before he heard Mohinder's footsteps and before he realized what he was going whipped his head in that general direction.
Mohinder was holding the towel closed on this side, and the too small cream colored terry-cloth parted to reveal the entire expanse of his deliciously mocha colored thigh and the curve of his buttocks as he walked. He was back in the bathroom, with the door shut, before Matt could look away from the spot where he was.
Think about sports. Think about sports. Think about sports! Think about sports!! Think About Sports!! Think About Sports!!! THINK ABOUT SPORTS!!! THINK ABOUT SPORTS!!!!!
"Matt? What's wrong?" Molly asked cutely.
"The Lakers offense is fifth in the league. Kobe Bryant leading in average points per game with 27.6. His last year PPG stats were 31.1." He said this all very fast and continued murmuring under his breath, keeping his eyes tightly closed and a death grip on his cup of coffee.
And Molly just laughed at her new Dad, knowing exactly what had flustered him. She was more observant than they gave her credit for.