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perpetual_motionTitle: The Date Thing
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG
Summary: One year in the same apartment, and they’re going out tonight.
Disclaimer: Full-on buffoonery. None of it’s true, and I’m not getting paid.
Author’s Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leaper182, who requested “Matt/Mohinder first date” for a holiday ficlet and has wonderful patience when it comes to my version of “holiday”. You’re a dear, dear.
The Date Thing
By Perpetual Motion
“Have fun on your date!”
Matt doesn’t miss the amused flash from the babysitter as he and Mohinder start down the stairs. “I could have done without the announcement.”
Mohinder smiles a little and watches his feet as they continue down the stairs. “As if we could keep her quiet.”
“Yeah,” Matt says, and then can’t think of a follow-up. The whole point of this evening is to go out as adults and have adult conversation and just be adults.
And then Molly had to say ‘date’, and now Matt’s wondering if taking the time to shine his shoes before leaving work makes this more of a date. And he’s just thought date. And now it’s repeating in his head like a mantra. Date. Date. Date. Date.
“Matt?” Mohinder looks over as he hails a cab. “Are you well?”
“Yeah. Fine.” Matt swallows and gives Mohinder a smile. “Just…”
“It’s the word ‘date’, isn’t it?” Mohinder smiles back at Matt. “It just brings certain ideas to mind.”
“Flowers. Candy. Wine selection, which, I might add, I can do.”
“Yes?” Mohidner holds open the door of the cab and lets Matt precede him into the backseat. “And where did you learn such a skill?”
“Janice had a lot of dinner parties and receptions she had to attend. I figured being able to talk about something with all her co-workers would be a good idea. Wine works because it impresses people when you can talk about it, and then they can drink it and decide that everything else you say is funny, too.”
Mohinder laughs and rattles off the address for the restaurant to the driver. “I’ve got no talent for wines. I know red goes with beef and white goes with fish and chicken. Past that, you might as well hand me colored water stamped with a date.”
“2005 is a great year for colored water.” Matt grins when Mohinder laughs again. They don’t relax enough, Matt thinks, between their jobs and Molly and their worry. “So, where’s this restaurant?”
“Up another three blocks,” Mohinder looks at Matt and reminds himself that they’re just having another conversation like any conversation, that the date is really just perfunctory. They’re living together. They know they like each other. But a year in the same apartment, four months of mutual admittance, and there’s been no kiss. They’ve been moving at a pace reserved for nervous teenagers and cautious divorcees. Mohinder looks over at Matt and sees a flush high on his cheeks. “You heard that,” Mohinder states.
Matt nods. “Yeah. Sorry. You just,” he makes a waving motion, his universal symbol for 'but I wasn’t trying, honest'.
“It’s okay,” Mohinder says, because it really is. It’s not as if Matt doesn’t know he wants to be kissed. “But tonight, yes?”
Matt’s flush goes a touch deeper. “Yes.” He looks at the window and back at Mohinder. “I can’t stop thinking the word ‘date’,” he confesses. “It just keeps chanting in my head.”
I can’t stop thinking the word ‘kiss’. Mohinder thinks, because, really, the cab driver only needs to know so much. And I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.
Matt looks a bit shocked, his mouth hanging open slightly. The driver stops with a hard punch to the brakes, and they both go flying forward involuntarily, bouncing off the partition with mutual grunts. Matt pays the driver, giving him a look for the completely unneeded hard stop, and then they’re getting out of the cab.
The restaurant’s actually a bistro trying a bit too hard to be trendy. There’s chintzy wallpaper and bright red chairs and the tables are all set with modern-style candleholders that look like they require some type of Seussian contraption to actually light the candles. Mohinder takes the lead, going to the hostess stand and smiling politely. “Reservation for two at seven-thirty, under ‘Suresh’.”
The hostess gives him a bland smile and checks her book. “Two for ‘Suresh’. We have you here, sir, but we’re running a bit late. If you’d like to have a seat at the bar, we should be able to seat you in another ten minutes or so.”
“That’ll be fine, thank you,” Mohinder turns to Matt, who just gives him a nod and leads them to the small bar. They get up on stools, and Mohinder winces in sympathy, as Matt has to work a bit at keeping out of other people’s space. He stands and pushes his chair slightly to the side, giving Matt a bit more room by standing against the bar.
“Thanks,” Matt says. He flags down the bartender and orders a Coke. Mohinder asks for a club soda with lime. There’s a bit of awkward silence where they just look at each other, and finally Matt breaks it with, “I’m remembering the last time I was on a date. It was with Janice, and I really don’t want to talk about her tonight.”
The statement makes Mohinder warm up all over his chest, and he sips his club soda to give himself a moment to pull it together. “It’s not as though you had nothing but bad times,” Mohinder says after he swallows. “What was your first date like?”
”Awkward. Really, really awkward.” Matt shakes his head. “She was always out of my league.”
“Bullshit,” Mohinder says, and chuckles at the way Matt grins. Matt’s admitted to getting a cheap thrill out of hearing Mohinder cursing. Something about his accent making it seem extra obscene. “Janice’s opinion of you as a person was based wholly on her ridiculous notion that you were beneath her. You had nothing but love and respect for her; she was wrong about you.”
“I fucked up some,” Matt admits, because it’s the truth. “It takes two people to kill a marriage.”
“It takes one to do it with cheating,” Mohinder points out.
Matt shakes his head. “Let’s talk about something else. This isn’t date conversation.”
Mohinder considers pointing out that it’s relationship conversation, and that they’ve had similar ones in the past, but he bites his tongue. Tonight’s supposed to be about the two of them, not anyone else. “Fine.” He tries to come up with a topic and finds himself completely devoid as with most first dates. When are you going to kiss me?
Matt nearly spits his Coke across the bar. That is an unfair question.
Why? Mohinder sips his club soda calmly, smile pressing into his glass as he watches the way Matt tries to look nonchalant. I deserve a bit of warning, don’t I?
Matt stands up, slides a hand around Mohinder’s waist, tucks two fingers into Mohinder’s belt loop, and kisses him on the mouth, tipping his head so their noses don’t hit. There. Satisfied? He asks as he pulls away.
Mohinder blinks and looks at Matt from a distance of six inches. He can see the laugh lines by Matt’s eyes and smell his aftershave. It takes him another few seconds to get his head together. The kiss hadn’t been seductive or dirty or anything at all that should lead to Mohinder short-circuiting, but Matt had kissed him with confidence, and that, Mohinder decides, was to blame for his brain freeze. “That was,” he clears his throat and doesn’t miss Matt’s pleased smile. It makes him short-circuit a little again, and he just smiles back.
“Excuse me,” the hostess is to their left, menus in hand, smile upgraded from bland to professional. “We have your table ready now, sirs.”
“Thank you,” Mohinder says, still a bit dazed. He doesn’t miss the way Matt’s grin widens. Stop being distracting.
I’m not doing anything.
Of course you’re not. Mohinder slides around Matt, his hands lingering just a bit, and gives the hostess a smile. “Lead the way, miss.” Matt’s hand presses into the small of his back, and Mohinder leans into it slightly. Whatever the rest of the evening, Mohinder’s fairly sure this is going to be the best first date he’s ever had.
You did not just think that.
Shut up. Mohinder can feel the blush, but he smiles blindingly at Matt. I’m paying for dinner.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Matt/Mohinder
Rating: PG
Summary: One year in the same apartment, and they’re going out tonight.
Disclaimer: Full-on buffoonery. None of it’s true, and I’m not getting paid.
Author’s Notes: For
leaper182, who requested “Matt/Mohinder first date” for a holiday ficlet and has wonderful patience when it comes to my version of “holiday”. You’re a dear, dear.The Date Thing
By Perpetual Motion
“Have fun on your date!”
Matt doesn’t miss the amused flash from the babysitter as he and Mohinder start down the stairs. “I could have done without the announcement.”
Mohinder smiles a little and watches his feet as they continue down the stairs. “As if we could keep her quiet.”
“Yeah,” Matt says, and then can’t think of a follow-up. The whole point of this evening is to go out as adults and have adult conversation and just be adults.
And then Molly had to say ‘date’, and now Matt’s wondering if taking the time to shine his shoes before leaving work makes this more of a date. And he’s just thought date. And now it’s repeating in his head like a mantra. Date. Date. Date. Date.
“Matt?” Mohinder looks over as he hails a cab. “Are you well?”
“Yeah. Fine.” Matt swallows and gives Mohinder a smile. “Just…”
“It’s the word ‘date’, isn’t it?” Mohinder smiles back at Matt. “It just brings certain ideas to mind.”
“Flowers. Candy. Wine selection, which, I might add, I can do.”
“Yes?” Mohidner holds open the door of the cab and lets Matt precede him into the backseat. “And where did you learn such a skill?”
“Janice had a lot of dinner parties and receptions she had to attend. I figured being able to talk about something with all her co-workers would be a good idea. Wine works because it impresses people when you can talk about it, and then they can drink it and decide that everything else you say is funny, too.”
Mohinder laughs and rattles off the address for the restaurant to the driver. “I’ve got no talent for wines. I know red goes with beef and white goes with fish and chicken. Past that, you might as well hand me colored water stamped with a date.”
“2005 is a great year for colored water.” Matt grins when Mohinder laughs again. They don’t relax enough, Matt thinks, between their jobs and Molly and their worry. “So, where’s this restaurant?”
“Up another three blocks,” Mohinder looks at Matt and reminds himself that they’re just having another conversation like any conversation, that the date is really just perfunctory. They’re living together. They know they like each other. But a year in the same apartment, four months of mutual admittance, and there’s been no kiss. They’ve been moving at a pace reserved for nervous teenagers and cautious divorcees. Mohinder looks over at Matt and sees a flush high on his cheeks. “You heard that,” Mohinder states.
Matt nods. “Yeah. Sorry. You just,” he makes a waving motion, his universal symbol for 'but I wasn’t trying, honest'.
“It’s okay,” Mohinder says, because it really is. It’s not as if Matt doesn’t know he wants to be kissed. “But tonight, yes?”
Matt’s flush goes a touch deeper. “Yes.” He looks at the window and back at Mohinder. “I can’t stop thinking the word ‘date’,” he confesses. “It just keeps chanting in my head.”
I can’t stop thinking the word ‘kiss’. Mohinder thinks, because, really, the cab driver only needs to know so much. And I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.
Matt looks a bit shocked, his mouth hanging open slightly. The driver stops with a hard punch to the brakes, and they both go flying forward involuntarily, bouncing off the partition with mutual grunts. Matt pays the driver, giving him a look for the completely unneeded hard stop, and then they’re getting out of the cab.
The restaurant’s actually a bistro trying a bit too hard to be trendy. There’s chintzy wallpaper and bright red chairs and the tables are all set with modern-style candleholders that look like they require some type of Seussian contraption to actually light the candles. Mohinder takes the lead, going to the hostess stand and smiling politely. “Reservation for two at seven-thirty, under ‘Suresh’.”
The hostess gives him a bland smile and checks her book. “Two for ‘Suresh’. We have you here, sir, but we’re running a bit late. If you’d like to have a seat at the bar, we should be able to seat you in another ten minutes or so.”
“That’ll be fine, thank you,” Mohinder turns to Matt, who just gives him a nod and leads them to the small bar. They get up on stools, and Mohinder winces in sympathy, as Matt has to work a bit at keeping out of other people’s space. He stands and pushes his chair slightly to the side, giving Matt a bit more room by standing against the bar.
“Thanks,” Matt says. He flags down the bartender and orders a Coke. Mohinder asks for a club soda with lime. There’s a bit of awkward silence where they just look at each other, and finally Matt breaks it with, “I’m remembering the last time I was on a date. It was with Janice, and I really don’t want to talk about her tonight.”
The statement makes Mohinder warm up all over his chest, and he sips his club soda to give himself a moment to pull it together. “It’s not as though you had nothing but bad times,” Mohinder says after he swallows. “What was your first date like?”
”Awkward. Really, really awkward.” Matt shakes his head. “She was always out of my league.”
“Bullshit,” Mohinder says, and chuckles at the way Matt grins. Matt’s admitted to getting a cheap thrill out of hearing Mohinder cursing. Something about his accent making it seem extra obscene. “Janice’s opinion of you as a person was based wholly on her ridiculous notion that you were beneath her. You had nothing but love and respect for her; she was wrong about you.”
“I fucked up some,” Matt admits, because it’s the truth. “It takes two people to kill a marriage.”
“It takes one to do it with cheating,” Mohinder points out.
Matt shakes his head. “Let’s talk about something else. This isn’t date conversation.”
Mohinder considers pointing out that it’s relationship conversation, and that they’ve had similar ones in the past, but he bites his tongue. Tonight’s supposed to be about the two of them, not anyone else. “Fine.” He tries to come up with a topic and finds himself completely devoid as with most first dates. When are you going to kiss me?
Matt nearly spits his Coke across the bar. That is an unfair question.
Why? Mohinder sips his club soda calmly, smile pressing into his glass as he watches the way Matt tries to look nonchalant. I deserve a bit of warning, don’t I?
Matt stands up, slides a hand around Mohinder’s waist, tucks two fingers into Mohinder’s belt loop, and kisses him on the mouth, tipping his head so their noses don’t hit. There. Satisfied? He asks as he pulls away.
Mohinder blinks and looks at Matt from a distance of six inches. He can see the laugh lines by Matt’s eyes and smell his aftershave. It takes him another few seconds to get his head together. The kiss hadn’t been seductive or dirty or anything at all that should lead to Mohinder short-circuiting, but Matt had kissed him with confidence, and that, Mohinder decides, was to blame for his brain freeze. “That was,” he clears his throat and doesn’t miss Matt’s pleased smile. It makes him short-circuit a little again, and he just smiles back.
“Excuse me,” the hostess is to their left, menus in hand, smile upgraded from bland to professional. “We have your table ready now, sirs.”
“Thank you,” Mohinder says, still a bit dazed. He doesn’t miss the way Matt’s grin widens. Stop being distracting.
I’m not doing anything.
Of course you’re not. Mohinder slides around Matt, his hands lingering just a bit, and gives the hostess a smile. “Lead the way, miss.” Matt’s hand presses into the small of his back, and Mohinder leans into it slightly. Whatever the rest of the evening, Mohinder’s fairly sure this is going to be the best first date he’s ever had.
You did not just think that.
Shut up. Mohinder can feel the blush, but he smiles blindingly at Matt. I’m paying for dinner.
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on 2008-01-11 12:11 am (UTC)What a wonderful story. You've captured their voices perfectly and the thought-conversations they have are really cute.
*Returns to shadows*
The Singing Librarian
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on 2008-01-11 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
on 2008-01-14 03:45 am (UTC)(I just watched the first two episodes of Heroes - I'd not seen any Heroes before tonight - and so now I can totally picture and hear Matt and Mohinder! And I also blame you for making me want to watch it. :D)
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on 2008-01-14 04:04 am (UTC)I have brought another into the fold!!
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on 2008-11-07 02:55 am (UTC)