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tiptoe39Prompt 6.
"To sleep, perchance to dream."
The words are a foot high and in Mohinder's way. He steps over them. "Ay, there's the rub," he mutters, rubbing the sole of his shoe against the final "m."
He is fairly sure he is looking for Apartment 2-B. Or maybe not. He isn't entirely sure.
All he knows is, he's had to endure the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune for so long he is absolutely exhausted. Isn't there a place he can sleep?
Oh, the words. The words have become a bed. How nice.
He settles his head on the T. His legs part around the lowercase h. Ah, this is comfortable. If somewhat cold. Why so cold? He needs a blanket. Perhaps he will pull up the man at the foot of the bed. He looks nice and warm.
That is a very smart idea, Mohinder. The man is very warm. And kind of heavy. They should always make blankets out of man.
Mmm, man is at neck. Man is breathing into neck. Ooh, that is very nice. And he's sort of nipping at neck now too, which works quite well.
Not helping him relax, though. Not helping him sleep.
Man hands are trailing along thighs, too. Which is not helping, either, but oh, Apartment 2-B is a rather nice place, too, isn't it?
Nice decor...
Mohinder arches up as man hands and man mouth and oh, hello, man groin so warm against his. Oh, he would take up arms against a sea of troubles for this, this lovely feeling, this tingling creeping pleasure that was turning him red slowly, making blood race through his arms and legs, his lips were aching for a kiss and didn't Shakespeare have some line in that speech about a bare bodkin, and that might be nice too, but first he needs a kiss.
Such a kiss, he can't breathe.
Can't breathe--
Mohinder shoots up and knocks his head against a very real man's very hard skull and they both fell back to the bed, cursing.
So much for sleeping, perchance to dream.
"That's the last time I decide to molest you in your sleep," Matt curses.
"Oh, don't say that," Mohinder says as he reaches for him again.
"To sleep, perchance to dream."
The words are a foot high and in Mohinder's way. He steps over them. "Ay, there's the rub," he mutters, rubbing the sole of his shoe against the final "m."
He is fairly sure he is looking for Apartment 2-B. Or maybe not. He isn't entirely sure.
All he knows is, he's had to endure the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune for so long he is absolutely exhausted. Isn't there a place he can sleep?
Oh, the words. The words have become a bed. How nice.
He settles his head on the T. His legs part around the lowercase h. Ah, this is comfortable. If somewhat cold. Why so cold? He needs a blanket. Perhaps he will pull up the man at the foot of the bed. He looks nice and warm.
That is a very smart idea, Mohinder. The man is very warm. And kind of heavy. They should always make blankets out of man.
Mmm, man is at neck. Man is breathing into neck. Ooh, that is very nice. And he's sort of nipping at neck now too, which works quite well.
Not helping him relax, though. Not helping him sleep.
Man hands are trailing along thighs, too. Which is not helping, either, but oh, Apartment 2-B is a rather nice place, too, isn't it?
Nice decor...
Mohinder arches up as man hands and man mouth and oh, hello, man groin so warm against his. Oh, he would take up arms against a sea of troubles for this, this lovely feeling, this tingling creeping pleasure that was turning him red slowly, making blood race through his arms and legs, his lips were aching for a kiss and didn't Shakespeare have some line in that speech about a bare bodkin, and that might be nice too, but first he needs a kiss.
Such a kiss, he can't breathe.
Can't breathe--
Mohinder shoots up and knocks his head against a very real man's very hard skull and they both fell back to the bed, cursing.
So much for sleeping, perchance to dream.
"That's the last time I decide to molest you in your sleep," Matt curses.
"Oh, don't say that," Mohinder says as he reaches for him again.
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Date: 2008-05-21 10:59 pm (UTC)