Fiction: Cosy
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kethniName: Cosy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Matt/Mo
Sequel to Somewhere That's Green 1 and 2
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I’m halfway through the paperwork for yet another domestic assault case when the phone screeches at me for attention. Is there any ruder kind of communication? It’s like someone sitting on the desk screaming, ‘pay attention to me!’
“What?”
“You’re in a pissy mood,” Molly says lightly. “What’s up grumpy?”
“I have a pile of paperwork and I spent all day dealing with batt... with stuff you don’t need to hear about,” I say. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, you know how you were teasing Mohinder about looking like a hippy?” Molly says delicately.
“Oh god, what?” I ask, tucking the phone into my shoulder and putting my head in my hands. Mohinder likes being teased, but sometimes he bounces in odd directions.
“He had a haircut,” Molly says in dire tones. “And he hates it. Really, really hates it.”
“Is it... bad?”
There is an unpleasantly long pause.
“For a haircut? Not really,” Molly says carefully. “For a haircut for Mohinder, yes. It’s not him.”
“What’s wrong with it?” I ask, dreading the answer.
“Tch, does it matter? Point is that he hates it and, you know, he’s convinced you’re going to hate it. So, you know, be warned. He’s going to need TLC.”
I sit back in my chair. Tender Loving Care is something I can do but I won’t be home for ages. “I hope you’re being nice to him.”
“I told him it looked fine until we were both sick of hearing it,” Molly complains. “You know you’re the only one whose opinion he cares about anyway. He’s worrying himself sick about it.”
“Am I going to hate it?”
“You’re not going to like it,” Molly says flatly. “So, I’m going to Laurie’s tonight.”
“Coward.”
“I’m home!” I call. “Mohinder?” There are sounds of movement from the kitchen where I find Mohinder cooking dinner. Well, that’s... a new look. I lean back against the wall and enjoy the rest of the view. Beautiful as he is, smart as he is, loving and loyal as he is, being able to make me laugh is the capper. “What are you wearing?”
Mohinder folds his arms and squirms on the spot. “Cut off jeans and a t-shirt?” he suggests shyly, turning off the oven.
“On your head,” I laugh, reaching for the cat-patterned material. “Is that the thing you use to keep the teapot warm?”
“Tea cosy,” Mohinder says, ducking away. “You don’t have any hats and I don’t have any hats and Molly refused to let me try on her school boater thing and I’m not going out to the shops to see if I can find a hat and...”
I pull him close and kiss him. “Sweetheart, take a deep breath okay?”
Mohinder slides his arms around my shoulders. “Maybe I could get a wig?”
“It can’t possibly be as bad as all that,” I says gently. I love his hair, I love the way it’s constantly doing whatever it wants, whenever it wants. “Did you have it dyed or something?”
“No!” he laughs. “Just cut.”
“You sure?” I slide my hands over Mohinder’s butt. “You might look sexy blond.”
“I would not!” he says indignantly, but he’d look sexy any way to me.
I lift Mohinder up, swinging him to and fro as I carry him into the living room.
“How about red?” I suggest. “Might suit your colouring.”
“Now you’re just being silly,” Mohinder giggles. “Where are you taking me?”
“Upstairs.” This is starting to hurt my neck. I stop and scoop Mohinder up into my arms. “That’s better now.”
“Oh Matt, you’re so manly,” Mohinder says, fluttering his eyelashes.
“That means a lot coming from a man wearing a tea cosy on his head,” I say, carrying him upstairs.
“I’m not taking it off.”
“You have to take it off sooner or later, Suresh,” I threaten.
“Never!” Mohinder wraps his arms around his head. “Unless someone gets me a nice hat.”
I drop him onto our bed and plant my hands on my hips. “Take it off, sexy,” I order.
He pulls me down and kisses me. “My hair’s horrible, you’ll hate it.”
“I can’t hate it. It’s your hair,” I promise.
“It’s horrible, really,” he sulks.
“It’ll grow out,” I say, reaching for the tea cosy.
Mohinder squeezes his eyes shut. “Do you hate it?”
“Oh, your lovely curls are all gone,” I say quietly. Although, it’s not horrendously short, I’m sure it’ll grow back quickly. I kiss Mohinder gently and rub his back. “But now I can see all your face.”
“Do you hate it?” he asks again plaintively.
“No,” I promise, kissing him and tugging at his shorts. “I can’t hate it, it’s yours.”
He grins at me. “You’re very soppy sometimes,” he accuses.
“I know,” I admit sadly. “I don’t know how you put up with me really.”
The End
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Date: 2009-06-16 09:28 pm (UTC)This makes me feel all tingly. Lovely!
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Date: 2009-06-17 04:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-17 01:03 am (UTC)So now I'm off to obsessively read all your other Matthinder stories (like a crazy stalker girl). :)
Thanks for updating! You rock!
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Date: 2009-06-17 04:43 am (UTC)Thanks so much, I'm really glad you enjoyed them :D I really enjoy this series :D
I have a fair bit of dark, angst, and non-con as well as waffy but they're split on my MattMo index by type so hopefuly nobody reads anything that freaks them out >>> http://kethni.livejournal.com/47413.html
Thanks so much for writing! <33
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Date: 2009-06-17 02:31 am (UTC)This was great! I love this series!!
And sorry to hear you are having a hard time with your Slave fic :( Remember: a sex scene fixes EVERYTHING!! :P
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Date: 2009-06-17 04:53 am (UTC)Thanks :D I love writing it.
And sorry to hear you are having a hard time with your Slave fic :( Remember: a sex scene fixes EVERYTHING!! :P
Hehe, I'll get there in the end. Sloooooowly :D
Thanks hon, glad you liked it! <33