A/N: Just some semi-fluffy Matt/Mohinder stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes.
What For?
Three: For So Much More
Neither man was sure when façade became fact, but it wasn't a sudden occurrence. It was over time, slowly. Through their faked relationship to give Molly a good home and their constant arguments and their pleasant moments, Matt Parkman and Mohinder Suresh grew closer and closer together.
It was late one night, long after Molly had been put to bed, when the two men found themselves silently addressing their relationship. Mohinder sat at the table with his laptop and some files, recording data and searching for more information; while Matt sat on the couch, relaxing as best he could.
"What are you thinking?" Matt asked, tilting his head up to look at Mohinder. The other man glanced up from his work, an eyebrow rising as he registered Matt's question.
"Shouldn't you know that?" he countered. Matt shrugged and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs and clasping his hands in front of him, his gaze glued somewhere behind Mohinder.
"I wanted to hear you say it," he said.
"I'm thinking…," Mohinder began, trailing off and shooting a quick glance at the door to Molly's room. He cleared his throat and began again, "I'm thinking about…us." Matt nodded.
"Me, too," he said.
"Do you…did you…?" Mohinder stammered, his usually calm exterior cast away by exhaustion and emotion. Matt shook his head and looked the other man in the eye.
"I'm learning," he said, "to control it."
"So, you don't…"
"No."
They stood at the same time, walking towards each other to meet at a place in between. And there they froze, eyes locked and bodies mere inches apart. Mohinder lifted a hand and placed it lightly on Matt's shoulder, leaning slowly closer to the other man.
"I…," Matt muttered, but a moment later their lips met and a thought rushed from his head. A shiver ran though his spine as Mohinder wrapped his arms around him, and he lifted his own arms to encircle the other man while his lips parted to allow Mohinder's questing tongue its entrance.
"I can't sleep," the small voice said, causing the men to jump apart. Matt felt the heat rising in his face as he and Mohinder turned to face their foster child. Molly, however, acted as though nothing had happened, walking over to them and reaching her arms up for Mohinder to lift her from the floor.
"Nightmares?" Matt asked, once his voice returned, patting her on the back despite his fingers brushing Mohinder's.
Molly nodded.