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stocking
Rating : PG
Word Count : 172
Mohinder could tell he wasn’t sleeping. Usually after such a steamy session Gabriel was out like a light, but tonight something was niggling at him. Mohinder was determined not to rise to his ridiculous musings and hugged the pillow, trying to drift off.
“It’s just….”
Mohinder moaned. “Will you please leave it, I told you I don’t know where they came from.”
“Then aren’t you the tiniest bit curious as to how a pair of black stockings found their way into the apartment of two men?” Gabriel turned over and snaked his arm round Mohinder’s waist.
“It was just the first thing I found that would do for tying you up, will you please stop reading into it and get to sleep?”
“Sure Mohinder. Good night.” He cuddled up to him, pecking him on the cheek. “I just wish you’d have told me about your stocking fetish earlier because I….Ow!”
As the pillow smacked into Gabriel’s face Mohinder allowed himself a little smile. Maybe he’d get him into those stockings after all…
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