[fanfic] 30 First Kisses: Kiss #8 (rated G)

[tiptoe39]

Title: 30 First Kisses - Kiss #8
Author: tiptoe39
Rating: G
Summary: Oh, this is just pure silliness.

This is the eighth of 30 possible ways Matt and Mohinder could share their first kiss, written for the 30_kisses challenge. The theme was "Our Own World/futari no sekai." I strayed from the theme a bit; this is closer to 3nin no sekai.

Previous kisses: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven



Matt was staring at himself. Albeit a pixelated, somewhat porkier version of himself. But it was definitely his face, and it was even wearing his boxers and undershirt. Sadly enough, it was drinking milk straight from the carton.

"Is that me?" He pointed to the screen.

"Mm-hm," Molly assented, bringing her cursor to the man on the screen. His name appeared in a bubble over his head: "Matt Paresh."

"What's Paresh?"

"It's yours and Mohinder's last names together. You can only give a family one last name."

Mohinder had given Molly The Sims 2 for her birthday. He'd spent a half-hour installing it, telling Matt he was making sure the characters couldn't Woo Hoo (whatever that meant) and that it was otherwise safe for a 9-year-old girl. Matt hadn't yet seen the game, but he took it as a compliment that Molly had wanted to replicate her real life in a game rather than creating some fictional superfamily. It meant she was comfortable here, he figured, but he didn't see how it made a very interesting game. "Is it fun?" he asked.

"Yeah," she chirped. "In the game, we're in our own world, where nobody can bother us." All of a sudden it made perfect sense, and Matt patted her head affectionately. He hoped someday soon she wouldn't have to play a game to get that sense of normality.

"So is that you?" he asked, pointing to a redheaded kid who was jumping up and down on the couch without end.

"Yeah."

"Where's Mohinder?"

"He's at work. He's only a lab assistant right now, but I think he will get a promotion if he keeps being on time to work."

Matt nodded. "That's the way to do it." He pointed to some symbols at the bottom of the screen. "What do those mean?"

"Those are your needs, like how comfortable you are or how hungry you are."

"Looks like I have to go to the bathroom."

"Hm, you're right. Good eye." She brought the camera around to where the bathroom was visible and clicked on the toilet. Matt watched in fascination.

"Guys don't do it like that."

He could practically hear her eyes rolling. "It's just a game..."

"So what are those things, then?" He pointed to a different item on the display.

"Those are your wants. Like that one means you want to play with me."

"What's the one with the lips?"

Completely casually. "Oh, you want to kiss Mohinder."

Matt straightened up. He knew he was either turning red or white, but he didn't know which. "I want to what?"

"Kiss him. That one means you want to flirt with him. And this one means you want to buy a TV."

"Molly?" He wasn't sure why he was asking this, because he was sure he didn't want the answer. "Why do I want to k-kiss Mohinder?"

"Uh, I dunno, because you like him?" Her voice was dripping with disdain, as though it should be perfectly obvious.

"Did you make me like him--in the game?" The last three words were hastily added.

"No, you guys got along and then became best friends, and then he wanted to fall in love with you so I made him flirt with you, and you fell in love with him too." She explained it as though it made perfect sense, as though it weren't ridiculous in the least. "Oh, look, he's home." A car pulled up outside the virtual house and a familiar-looking man in a lab coat got out and walked to the door. Molly clicked on him and surveyed his needs. "He's tired," she noted. Matt just nodded, too thrown to pay much attention. Also, the virtual Mohinder was kind of frighteningly good-looking. He stared at the screen, trying to ponder what to make of this realization, until he realized that Molly had turned from the computer and was staring at him with a huge grin on her face.

"What?"

"Should I make you kiss him?" she asked eagerly.

Either a thousand ants had suddenly decided to crawl up his neck, or Matt was blushing furiously.

As if things couldn't get any worse, the apartment door clicked, heralding the arrival of the real Mohinder. He poked his head into the alcove where the computer sat. "I'm home," he said. "What are you doing?"

"Playing the Sims," Molly said innocently. Matt inwardly willed her to stop there, but there would be no such luck. "I was just about to make Matt kiss you."

"Oh!" Mohinder's eyebrows lifted, but he showed no real surprise or embarrassment. Then, to Matt's horror, he shared a wicked grin with Molly. "I guess I'd better beat him to the punch, then?"

And before Matt had a single chance to protest or question or even breathe, Mohinder was planting a wet one right on his lips. Molly shrieked with laughter. The kiss seemed to go on and on, and at the end, Mohinder leaned back and winked. "I'll be in my room," he said, "if you need anything." And he disappeared through the door again, but not before Matt heard him think, clearly and deliberately, There is more where that came from.

His hand on his mouth, Matt stood blankly, staring at the empty space where Mohinder had been. Who exactly had turned the world upside down, anyway? And why did he desperately want to go chasing after Mohinder for something that was --- that had to be-- just a prank?

He finally found control over his muscles and looked back at Molly. Her grin had been replaced by a small, knowing smile. "Well?" she said. "Go on! I'm just playing my games!"

Matt stared at her a second, and then he went.