NUMB3RS Drabbles
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M through R › NUMB3RS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
7,862
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own NUMB3RS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Something Beautiful
Title: Something Beautiful
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: R (kissing, hints)
Word Count: 138
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: A fluffy Charlie/Don moment. Don’s POV. A little somethin’ somethin’ for ya.
He doesn’t cuddle.
He doesn’t snuggle.
He doesn’t hold hands nor pat shoulders.
Normally.
He isn’t romantic.
He isn’t cheesy
He isn’t sensitive nor emotional.
Normally.
He lies on top of Charlie, breathing in the scent of his lover, the movie is completely forgotten. He runs his left hand down Charlie’s side, feels every single rib. His other hand sneaks underneath the hem of Charlie’s shirt, finds a nipple, plays with it until it’s grown hard. He kisses Charlie gently and tenderly, tongue slipping eventually into Charlie’s sweet and sinful mouth, tasting Charlie, feeling Charlie. He kisses the corners of Charlie’s lips, licks his way to cheek, jaw, neck. Charlie moans, whimpers under his caressing, arching into every touch, clinging on to his hips.
Being with Charlie never is just normal. It’s something special, something extraordinary, something beautiful.
Author: scots_rock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: R (kissing, hints)
Word Count: 138
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Author's Notes: A fluffy Charlie/Don moment. Don’s POV. A little somethin’ somethin’ for ya.
He doesn’t cuddle.
He doesn’t snuggle.
He doesn’t hold hands nor pat shoulders.
Normally.
He isn’t romantic.
He isn’t cheesy
He isn’t sensitive nor emotional.
Normally.
He lies on top of Charlie, breathing in the scent of his lover, the movie is completely forgotten. He runs his left hand down Charlie’s side, feels every single rib. His other hand sneaks underneath the hem of Charlie’s shirt, finds a nipple, plays with it until it’s grown hard. He kisses Charlie gently and tenderly, tongue slipping eventually into Charlie’s sweet and sinful mouth, tasting Charlie, feeling Charlie. He kisses the corners of Charlie’s lips, licks his way to cheek, jaw, neck. Charlie moans, whimpers under his caressing, arching into every touch, clinging on to his hips.
Being with Charlie never is just normal. It’s something special, something extraordinary, something beautiful.