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cruiscin_lan) wrote2009-03-08 11:59 pm
cruiscin_lan) wrote2009-03-08 11:59 pm
Fic: On the Rag
Title: On the Rag
Characters: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: R
Word Count: 692
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Period sex!
Summary: Mohinder isn't turned off by Elle's period.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
They didn't have much time together - there was only so much they could do to prolong the assignments they shared, giving them a few extra hours to be spent on their secret affair. It had been awhile since they'd had a mission together, and they knew without discussing it that they'd stretch it out as long as possible. That was how they'd landed in a cheap motel together, but after a long day of work, Elle was eager to bathe first.
"I can join you if you want," Mohinder suggested. "Conserve water."
Elle smiled deviously. "Right. I'll just get started, then."
When Elle stepped into the shower, though, she discovered that it was that unpleasant time of the month. She let the water run over her for a moment, as though it could be rinsed away, before she leaned out of the shower curtain and called out to Mohinder through the open door.
"Hey, bad news," she yelled, and Mohinder came to the bathroom doorway naked and ready. Elle inwardly cursed the situation. "Can't do it. I'm on the rag."
"On the rag?" Mohinder repeated, the confused expression on his face indicating that he wasn't familiar with the euphemism.
"Yeah, you know - Aunt Flo's in town, my friend is here. I've got blood coming out of my vajayjay."
"Oh - it's your period," Mohinder concluded.
"I'll just shower, you can shower, and I'll blow you in bed," Elle offered, shouting over the sound of running water.
"That wouldn't be fair to you," Mohinder told her. "I want you to enjoy it, too."
Elle's face twisted in disgust. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Would you really mind?" Mohinder asked, stepping into the bathroom and pulling back the shower curtain. "Because I don't."
"I guess I don't if you don't," Elle replied, still visibly repulsed by the idea. She wasn't going to make an issue out of it if he wasn't, though.
As Mohinder let the water run over him for a moment, invigorating him, Elle moved to the back of the tub. She braced herself in the corner, setting one foot on the edge of the tub and gripping the towel bar with both hands. Mohinder turned around towards her, putting one hand over hers, letting his other hand run through her slick, wet locks before he guided his hardened shaft in between her legs.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Elle asked one more time.
"I don't think I could turn back now if I tried, Elle," Mohinder told her. "You know I can't resist you."
Her chest rose and fall with increasing speed, and she gasped as Mohinder slid effortlessly into her. He groaned with a satisfied grin, pressing his face into her shoulder and kissing her delicately. But Elle was still embarrassed, and she blushed as his hand came away with a glistening pink sheen; her blood mixed with the water already on his hand.
"Mohinder-" she said as he placed his tainted palm on her waist, letting the water wash away the stain.
"Elle, oh, Elle," Mohinder interrupted, each exhortation punctuated by a confident thrust. Elle shuddered each time, partially with pleasure and partially with fear of losing her balance. Without meaning to, she released a few sparks of electricity, sparks that danced in the water between them before dying. They left the fragrance of ozone and a tingling sensation behind. Mohinder, to Elle's surprised, wasn't discouraged by her discharge; in fact, it seemed to invigorate him, and he thrusted into her more rapidly and forcefully.
Elle couldn't take it anymore, and with a desperate cry and a sudden shock, she tossed back her head and groaned. Mohinder plunged into her one final time before he, too, cried out and came, his satisfied groan becoming a peal of satisfied laughter.
"Wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked as he pulled out.
"Not really, I guess," Elle replied, her self-consciousness being rinsed away in the warmth of the shower.
Mohinder smiled. "Then how about doing it again?"
"Well," Elle giggled, "had I known it was such a turn-on for you, I'd get my period more often."
Characters: Mohinder/Elle
Rating: R
Word Count: 692
Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of Heroes or its characters
Spoilers/Warnings: Period sex!
Summary: Mohinder isn't turned off by Elle's period.
A/N: Originally written for the YAHAKM.
They didn't have much time together - there was only so much they could do to prolong the assignments they shared, giving them a few extra hours to be spent on their secret affair. It had been awhile since they'd had a mission together, and they knew without discussing it that they'd stretch it out as long as possible. That was how they'd landed in a cheap motel together, but after a long day of work, Elle was eager to bathe first.
"I can join you if you want," Mohinder suggested. "Conserve water."
Elle smiled deviously. "Right. I'll just get started, then."
When Elle stepped into the shower, though, she discovered that it was that unpleasant time of the month. She let the water run over her for a moment, as though it could be rinsed away, before she leaned out of the shower curtain and called out to Mohinder through the open door.
"Hey, bad news," she yelled, and Mohinder came to the bathroom doorway naked and ready. Elle inwardly cursed the situation. "Can't do it. I'm on the rag."
"On the rag?" Mohinder repeated, the confused expression on his face indicating that he wasn't familiar with the euphemism.
"Yeah, you know - Aunt Flo's in town, my friend is here. I've got blood coming out of my vajayjay."
"Oh - it's your period," Mohinder concluded.
"I'll just shower, you can shower, and I'll blow you in bed," Elle offered, shouting over the sound of running water.
"That wouldn't be fair to you," Mohinder told her. "I want you to enjoy it, too."
Elle's face twisted in disgust. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Would you really mind?" Mohinder asked, stepping into the bathroom and pulling back the shower curtain. "Because I don't."
"I guess I don't if you don't," Elle replied, still visibly repulsed by the idea. She wasn't going to make an issue out of it if he wasn't, though.
As Mohinder let the water run over him for a moment, invigorating him, Elle moved to the back of the tub. She braced herself in the corner, setting one foot on the edge of the tub and gripping the towel bar with both hands. Mohinder turned around towards her, putting one hand over hers, letting his other hand run through her slick, wet locks before he guided his hardened shaft in between her legs.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Elle asked one more time.
"I don't think I could turn back now if I tried, Elle," Mohinder told her. "You know I can't resist you."
Her chest rose and fall with increasing speed, and she gasped as Mohinder slid effortlessly into her. He groaned with a satisfied grin, pressing his face into her shoulder and kissing her delicately. But Elle was still embarrassed, and she blushed as his hand came away with a glistening pink sheen; her blood mixed with the water already on his hand.
"Mohinder-" she said as he placed his tainted palm on her waist, letting the water wash away the stain.
"Elle, oh, Elle," Mohinder interrupted, each exhortation punctuated by a confident thrust. Elle shuddered each time, partially with pleasure and partially with fear of losing her balance. Without meaning to, she released a few sparks of electricity, sparks that danced in the water between them before dying. They left the fragrance of ozone and a tingling sensation behind. Mohinder, to Elle's surprised, wasn't discouraged by her discharge; in fact, it seemed to invigorate him, and he thrusted into her more rapidly and forcefully.
Elle couldn't take it anymore, and with a desperate cry and a sudden shock, she tossed back her head and groaned. Mohinder plunged into her one final time before he, too, cried out and came, his satisfied groan becoming a peal of satisfied laughter.
"Wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked as he pulled out.
"Not really, I guess," Elle replied, her self-consciousness being rinsed away in the warmth of the shower.
Mohinder smiled. "Then how about doing it again?"
"Well," Elle giggled, "had I known it was such a turn-on for you, I'd get my period more often."