Uptown Girl ● ● ● Claire & MohinderMature

Yeah, there was a tiny voice in the back of Mohinder's mind protesting this usually intimate act of lips on skin, but the excitement of the moment and the energy she gave off easily drowned it out. Luckily Claire intervened before he got too carried away, her delicate hand guiding him to return to his seat, satisfied and grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "Ah yes, excellent point, mistress. As you wish." Happy with himself and the subtle noise he'd pulled from her a moment ago, he straightened his shirt before giving in to the chills her fingers gave as they ran through his curls.

Now it was his turn to make quiet little purrs of approval. That was one of his weak spots, especially if she brushed against his ebony horns. But just as he was about to close his eyes, something caught his attention from behind them. After thinking this over for a moment, he was more than sure about his perceptions. "Claire, I do not want to alarm you, but the same car has been following us since we left the clothing store." Scooting closer, his arm instinctively went around her. "What would you have me do? Shall I take care of them?" At that thought, Mohinder's body began a slow transformation into attack mode - fangs sliding into place and fingernails turning to sharp, black claws.

Wings did not emerge yet though, as there wasn't enough room in the car and he was awaiting her command. If she chose to run, then his new suit wouldn't get ruined. If she chose to fight... she would see him as a monster. That fact struck hard, and the bloodlust took a backseat. Fangs and claws retreated and Mohinder gave a wide eyed expression. "My apologies. I seemed to have gotten ahead of myself." Please do not be frightened, he thought, hoping that the damage hadn't already been done.

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