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Tag: ourladyofshadows | FC: Kristin Kreuk
Word prompts for “headcanons”? He nodded and rested his forehead against hers. ”Difficult, but not impossible.” He let out a sigh as he thought about the next time the both of them would be able to find the time for there to be a next time. ”You know I’m here for you, right? All you need to do is say the word, and I’ll help you to the best of my abilities.”
“No, not impossible,” Noir admitted, sighing softly. ”I know you’re here for me, and I can’t tell you how much that means to me. But it hasn’t gotten too much for me to handle by myself yet.”
He nodded once more, accepting her words. He snapped his fingers and a business card appeared behind her back, which he moved and slipped into her pocket. ”My card. If you need me, just call and I’ll be there in minutes, I promise.” He paused before adding with a chuckle: ”Or if you just want to see me.”
She took the card and looked at it for a moment before nodding a bit herself. ”I will,” she answered, eyes raising to level with his again. ”I promise.”
He smiled and moved that little bit closer once more, pressing another kiss to her lips. ”For anything at all,” he clarified after the short kiss. ”Even if it’s because you forgot to get something from the store.”
“How about if I just want company?” It was sweet for him to offer to be her ‘errand boy’, but she was perfectly capable doing those sort of things herself. And really, she preferred it that way.
He nodded and rested his forehead against hers. ”Difficult, but not impossible.” He let out a sigh as he thought about the next time the both of them would be able to find the time for there to be a next time. ”You know I’m here for you, right? All you need to do is say the word, and I’ll help you to the best of my abilities.”
“No, not impossible,” Noir admitted, sighing softly. ”I know you’re here for me, and I can’t tell you how much that means to me. But it hasn’t gotten too much for me to handle by myself yet.”
He nodded once more, accepting her words. He snapped his fingers and a business card appeared behind her back, which he moved and slipped into her pocket. ”My card. If you need me, just call and I’ll be there in minutes, I promise.” He paused before adding with a chuckle: ”Or if you just want to see me.”
She took the card and looked at it for a moment before nodding a bit herself. ”I will,” she answered, eyes raising to level with his again. ”I promise.”
“I’ve always wanted to kiss you,” he confessed, eyes darting from hers to her lips, arms still wrapped around her waist lightly, keeping her close. ”Just never really seemed to be the right time.”
“Yeah, it’s hard to find the right time for things like that… especially when the one you want to kiss is wrapped up in their own personal drama.” For a second there, she nearly used the word ‘hell’ in place of drama. In some ways, though, weren’t they the same thing? ”It doesn’t always leave room for much else.”
He nodded and rested his forehead against hers. ”Difficult, but not impossible.” He let out a sigh as he thought about the next time the both of them would be able to find the time for there to be a next time. ”You know I’m here for you, right? All you need to do is say the word, and I’ll help you to the best of my abilities.”
“No, not impossible,” Noir admitted, sighing softly. ”I know you’re here for me, and I can’t tell you how much that means to me. But it hasn’t gotten too much for me to handle by myself yet.”
“No?” She echoed, although she made the word a question. Her breathing was a bit unsteady, the heat of it could undoubtedly be felt by him.
He nodded. ”No.” His eyes opened and looked at her eyes. ”I can’t help but think about that kiss and how much I want to keep kissing you.”
“Want me to be honest with you? I’m sort of surprised you haven’t kissed me sooner.” Noir wasn’t always willing to be so forward but when she was, she went straight for the heart.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss you,” he confessed, eyes darting from hers to her lips, arms still wrapped around her waist lightly, keeping her close. ”Just never really seemed to be the right time.”
“Yeah, it’s hard to find the right time for things like that… especially when the one you want to kiss is wrapped up in their own personal drama.” For a second there, she nearly used the word ‘hell’ in place of drama. In some ways, though, weren’t they the same thing? ”It doesn’t always leave room for much else.”
“No?” She echoed, although she made the word a question. Her breathing was a bit unsteady, the heat of it could undoubtedly be felt by him.
He nodded. ”No.” His eyes opened and looked at her eyes. ”I can’t help but think about that kiss and how much I want to keep kissing you.”
“Want me to be honest with you? I’m sort of surprised you haven’t kissed me sooner.” Noir wasn’t always willing to be so forward but when she was, she went straight for the heart.
The Turning || Noir & Mohinder “Careful,” Noir cautioned when the skillet full of hot grease nearly went toppling off of the stove with Mohinder’s sudden bout of clumsiness. She moved to help steady him, but he recovered as quickly as it had began. That would’ve been a mess, not to mention the fact that he (and possibly she) would’ve gotten burned in the process. Sure, they would heal quickly. Even so, it still wouldn’t have been pleasant.
Biscuits and eggs? That seemed simple enough. Although… “I’ve never been good at making them sunny side up,” she admitted as she looked around for the oven mitt. ”They usually end up partially scrambled. I hope that’s okay,” she finished once she spotted it and slipped it onto her right hand before going for the oven door. Fragrant steam rose, filling her nostrils with the scents of freshly baked biscuits. It took a moment for her to realize the heaps of dough were, in fact, shaped into hearts.
A smile turned at her lips and she felt a sudden stinging in the corner of her eyes. Although she knew that these feelings were coming on too fast, it didn’t make them any less real or meaningful. ”You’re adorable,” she murmured, pulling the tray out and turning to slide it onto the island counter. In all seriousness, though, no one had ever done something like that for her.
Okay; focus. Eggs. The carton was near the stove, so she set off to start on those. ”How many?” Noir asked, giving Mohinder a side way glance as he worked on the rest of their breakfast.
Normally Mohinder was pretty graceful, having taught himself how to jump from rooftop to rooftop without slipping or falling, but at the moment, all that training didn’t matter with her in the room. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said as he repositioned the bacon on the eye of the stove. “I just wasn’t expecting you to look so lovely in my shirt.”
At her egg confession, he shook his head, not caring how they turned out. Hell, he’d eat them even if she burnt them. “No worries. Scrambled is fine too. As long as they’re at least halfway cooked and have salt and pepper on them, I’m not picky.” Then he watched as she found his biscuit surprise, smiling when he heard her reaction and eyes widening when he accidentally noticed she didn’t have on any underwear. This had to be the most erotic breakfast he’d ever had. “Takes one to know one,” he said, playfully returning the compliment with what brain power he had left at the moment.
His nose detected that the second batch of waffles were finished, so he quickly took them out of the machine and sat them on a plate. “With the waffles and bacon, just two eggs for me, please.” After taking up the bacon, he set the table, dividing the waffles and bacon up and setting out the syrups in the middle of the table.
With his main objectives finished, he walked up to stand behind her as she cooked, peeking over her shoulder and taking in the scent of her shampoo along with those already floating around in the kitchen. His body was a mere inch from hers at most, and the hands down by his sides fidgeted with want, resisting the urge to run fingers along her thighs and disappear under that shirt of his she had on.
Finally his hands did move forward, lightly grazing her legs as he went to rest them on the counter on either side of her. “The eggs look delicious,” he commented before running his lips along her shoulder and kissing the back of her neck.
Noir shook her head, grinning while she cracked four eggs into an empty bowl. Scrambled would be much easier. Along with the usual salt and pepper combo, she added a bit of cold water to them and began whisking them together with a fork. The pan was already heated through, so she was able to transfer the egg mixture right away. It sizzled as soon as it hit the hot surface and steam began to rise. It wouldn’t be long now.
A few moments later, Mohinder had come to check on her progress. And with him standing so close, she was quickly becoming distracted. ”Let’s hope they taste just the same,” she said, breath hitching when his lips connected with the back of her neck. She bit down on her lower lip, which would’ve been raw by now if not for her newly minted healing factor. Her stance shifted, her feet spreading out a little wider.
Oh God. She wanted him to touch her. Hell, she wanted him to do so much more than that, even if she was in the middle of cooking their breakfast. Her eyes closed for a moment, trying regain some focus and self-control. They both needed to eat. They were starving. Unfortunately, they were also hungry for something beyond food.
