for thetenspot: ten new year's kisses
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"I have something for you."
Mohinder looks up, smiling. "What?"
His fingers curl around the box in his pocket. It's not a ring, that part of their relationship almost two weeks behind them, but it's just as good and he's just as nervous. So much so that he finds he can't find the words, no matter how much he wants this.
Somewhere in the distance, bells toll the start of the new year, giving him an out, and he darts around the table to crush his lips against Mohinder's, wordlessly. He has all the time in the world to ask later.
ii.
The new year comes with a raucous cry and an explosion of color, and despite the fact that he was damn sure he wouldn't be awake to see it, the sound is more than enough to rouse him from dozing. He shifts a bit, straying just far enough away from Claire to glance at the clock, and then he curls up around her again.
He waits, counting the minutes until the fireworks stop making the shadows shudder, and leans to brush a kiss over her lips. She smiles against his mouth, never really asleep either, and kisses him back, softly.
iii.
"It's midnight on the East Coast."
Elle backpedals out of the bedroom and shoots him an almost confused look. "Yeah, so?"
He's at her side in a flash, hands pawing at her wrists to drag them up over her head and pin them against the door. She struggles for an instant, and in that instant he thinks he can taste her fear; he takes a moment to bask in it, then leans in to kiss her bruisingly.
It won't be the first time that they've slept in a stranger's bed, but he still savors this twist to the new year.
iv.
Much to Samuel's annoyance, Claire doesn't bother to go to the bonfire, and so neither does he. Instead and in silence, they sit in his trailer at opposite ends of the bed, and he watches her study the remains of her Christmas gift on the nightstand. She looks up after a moment, frowning, and then scoots up to him, her back pressing against the headboard, her eyes still on him.
"What?" She hesitates, then leans to kiss his cheek lightly; he looks nothing short of stunned. "What was that for?"
She shrugs nonchalantly and looks away again. "Happy New Year."
v.
They stand on the roof of Peter's apartment, huddled together for warmth as they wait for midnight. Peter puts an arm around him, thinking as always that he's cuddling his niece, and as the first firework flares to life on the horizon, he leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead. Sylar blames the shudder that follows on the cold, and Peter looks almost apologetic before he moves away to repeat the gesture for Erin.
He's not one for New Year's Resolutions, but he swears in that instant that he'll have them all dead before this time next year.
vi.
Even without his abilities, he's always prided himself on having a good body clock, and so he knows that they stand on the edge of a new year despite the absence of calendars. He's fairly certain that he's the only one who knows, however -- or is it cares? -- as Claire hasn't mentioned it, and Mohinder's been asleep for hours, content to let time come and go without him, but a part of him needs something familiar. And that in mind, when he judges it to be midnight, he moves to Mohinder's side, and ghosts his lips over his.
vii.
The heat from the bonfire doesn't quite reach where they're sitting on the edge of the assembled group, but despite the fact that Mohinder's shivering visibly, he won't let them move any closer. He doesn't want to be mistaken for part of the family, and he certainly doesn't want to be asked to share his resolutions, and so he suffers in silence.
Sylar -- Zane -- frowns at him, and while he knows he's a touch early, the Bowmans still setting up the light show behind them, he leans in close to kiss him, hoping to share some of his warmth.
viii.
Sitting in the copilot's seat on the Seeker, he stares out into the black and wonders what Mohinder's doing in that instant. It's not the first New Year's they've spent apart, and he knows that if he wanted, he could reach out and find him -- be there with him in a sense -- but for whatever reason, he can't bring himself to.
Claire seems to sense his upset and gets to her feet, and as the ship's computer chimes midnight on Londinium, she plants a small, sweet kiss atop his head. He misses Mohinder even more in that instant.
ix.
Heidi watches him from the doorway, and he pretends to ignore her for a moment before flashing her a smile over his shoulder. She looks almost surprised, this the most warmth he's shown her since he started pretending to be Nathan, but she chooses not to question it, instead crossing the distance to meet him.
He turns, an arm going around her waist to pull her close, and as the fireworks display starts up across the lawn, he leans into kiss her, hoping that this year he can find a way to excuse her disappearance so he can murder her.
x.
They still haven't managed to catch their breath yet, but he's at least gotten enough of his wits back to shift away from her. Elle mumbles something disapproving, curling in on herself when he ignores her, and he fixes his slacks lazily before reaching to school her dress back into place. He steals a quick kiss, trying to quell her sudden mood, then looks away, deciding unhappily that they should move soon -- before the tourists start filing away from Times Square -- but not yet.
He wants to be himself, with her, for a least a few more minutes.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1000
Note: Each of these ficlets are 100 words exactly. May I never, ever decide I want to do something like this again.
"I have something for you."
Mohinder looks up, smiling. "What?"
His fingers curl around the box in his pocket. It's not a ring, that part of their relationship almost two weeks behind them, but it's just as good and he's just as nervous. So much so that he finds he can't find the words, no matter how much he wants this.
Somewhere in the distance, bells toll the start of the new year, giving him an out, and he darts around the table to crush his lips against Mohinder's, wordlessly. He has all the time in the world to ask later.
ii.
The new year comes with a raucous cry and an explosion of color, and despite the fact that he was damn sure he wouldn't be awake to see it, the sound is more than enough to rouse him from dozing. He shifts a bit, straying just far enough away from Claire to glance at the clock, and then he curls up around her again.
He waits, counting the minutes until the fireworks stop making the shadows shudder, and leans to brush a kiss over her lips. She smiles against his mouth, never really asleep either, and kisses him back, softly.
iii.
"It's midnight on the East Coast."
Elle backpedals out of the bedroom and shoots him an almost confused look. "Yeah, so?"
He's at her side in a flash, hands pawing at her wrists to drag them up over her head and pin them against the door. She struggles for an instant, and in that instant he thinks he can taste her fear; he takes a moment to bask in it, then leans in to kiss her bruisingly.
It won't be the first time that they've slept in a stranger's bed, but he still savors this twist to the new year.
iv.
Much to Samuel's annoyance, Claire doesn't bother to go to the bonfire, and so neither does he. Instead and in silence, they sit in his trailer at opposite ends of the bed, and he watches her study the remains of her Christmas gift on the nightstand. She looks up after a moment, frowning, and then scoots up to him, her back pressing against the headboard, her eyes still on him.
"What?" She hesitates, then leans to kiss his cheek lightly; he looks nothing short of stunned. "What was that for?"
She shrugs nonchalantly and looks away again. "Happy New Year."
v.
They stand on the roof of Peter's apartment, huddled together for warmth as they wait for midnight. Peter puts an arm around him, thinking as always that he's cuddling his niece, and as the first firework flares to life on the horizon, he leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead. Sylar blames the shudder that follows on the cold, and Peter looks almost apologetic before he moves away to repeat the gesture for Erin.
He's not one for New Year's Resolutions, but he swears in that instant that he'll have them all dead before this time next year.
vi.
Even without his abilities, he's always prided himself on having a good body clock, and so he knows that they stand on the edge of a new year despite the absence of calendars. He's fairly certain that he's the only one who knows, however -- or is it cares? -- as Claire hasn't mentioned it, and Mohinder's been asleep for hours, content to let time come and go without him, but a part of him needs something familiar. And that in mind, when he judges it to be midnight, he moves to Mohinder's side, and ghosts his lips over his.
vii.
The heat from the bonfire doesn't quite reach where they're sitting on the edge of the assembled group, but despite the fact that Mohinder's shivering visibly, he won't let them move any closer. He doesn't want to be mistaken for part of the family, and he certainly doesn't want to be asked to share his resolutions, and so he suffers in silence.
Sylar -- Zane -- frowns at him, and while he knows he's a touch early, the Bowmans still setting up the light show behind them, he leans in close to kiss him, hoping to share some of his warmth.
viii.
Sitting in the copilot's seat on the Seeker, he stares out into the black and wonders what Mohinder's doing in that instant. It's not the first New Year's they've spent apart, and he knows that if he wanted, he could reach out and find him -- be there with him in a sense -- but for whatever reason, he can't bring himself to.
Claire seems to sense his upset and gets to her feet, and as the ship's computer chimes midnight on Londinium, she plants a small, sweet kiss atop his head. He misses Mohinder even more in that instant.
ix.
Heidi watches him from the doorway, and he pretends to ignore her for a moment before flashing her a smile over his shoulder. She looks almost surprised, this the most warmth he's shown her since he started pretending to be Nathan, but she chooses not to question it, instead crossing the distance to meet him.
He turns, an arm going around her waist to pull her close, and as the fireworks display starts up across the lawn, he leans into kiss her, hoping that this year he can find a way to excuse her disappearance so he can murder her.
x.
They still haven't managed to catch their breath yet, but he's at least gotten enough of his wits back to shift away from her. Elle mumbles something disapproving, curling in on herself when he ignores her, and he fixes his slacks lazily before reaching to school her dress back into place. He steals a quick kiss, trying to quell her sudden mood, then looks away, deciding unhappily that they should move soon -- before the tourists start filing away from Times Square -- but not yet.
He wants to be himself, with her, for a least a few more minutes.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1000
Note: Each of these ficlets are 100 words exactly. May I never, ever decide I want to do something like this again.
Tags:
- community: the ten spot,
- featuring: claire bennet,
- featuring: elle bishop,
- featuring: heidi petrelli,
- featuring: mohinder suresh,
- featuring: peter petrelli,
- pairing: sylar/claire,
- pairing: sylar/elle,
- pairing: sylar/heidi,
- pairing: sylar/mohinder,
- verse: canon (five years gone),
- verse: carnivale,
- verse: choices,
- verse: complex 13,
- verse: dangerous game,
- verse: don't rightly die,
- verse: double lives,
- verse: grace the tide,
- verse: just a little lie,
- verse: three musketeers
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Date: 2010-01-16 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-16 08:16 pm (UTC)NEVER AGAIN though, OMG. x.x
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Date: 2010-01-16 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-16 08:20 pm (UTC)I was like, "Oh, it'd be cool if ... " I got halfway through and went, "CHRIST WHY AM I DOING THIS? D: D: D:" I facepalm.