Fic: Reckless, Lines, and Ink
Titles: Reckless, Lines and Ink
Author: Corona
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Charlie/Ian, Don/Colby, Charlie/Colby
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Part 1 of the drabbles, written for emmademarais for the prompts she gave me from numb3rs100
Reckless, Charlie/Ian, PG, for prompt #117 'reckless' 200 Words
Ian hangs back when Charlie packs up to leave, a long shadow that half blocks out the sun.
He seems more amused than anything else, when Charlie briefly makes him hold the armful of graphs that had become scattered untidily across the asphalt. A human being only has so many arms. And though Edgerton seems to cultivate an air of preparedness, which seems to negate carrying things, he does, in actuality, have arms. Which he doesn't seem to object to Charlie using.
Though Charlie's not sure he should ever phrase it quite like that if he brings it up.
Ian walks out with him, keeping stride with long, slow steps.
"Do you know what the definition of reckless is?" Ian's wearing that half-smile now, holding his sunglasses in one hand, seemingly reluctant to put them on.
"The classic definition, or something more abstract?" Charlie asks and Ian makes a brief, amused noise.
"It's knowing the odds aren't in your favour, and doing something anyway."
Charlie tilts his head up, curious.
Ian catches the material folded round Charlie's elbow, then leans down into him, one careful movement that Charlie can choose to pull away from if he wants to.
He doesn't.
Lines, Don/Colby, PG for prompt #18 'tense' 100 Words
Don catches Colby before he leaves, pauses against the sharp curve of his desk.
"You've been doing some really stupid things lately," he says quietly.
Colby says nothing. Protesting won't do any good, because they both know that it's true.
"I want it to stop," Don tells him, in that soft, intense tone of voice he uses when he means it.
Colby doesn't speak until Don turns to leave.
"Maybe you should do something stupid once in a while?"
Don pauses, one hand on the door. The look he gives Colby is just a fraction too long.
"Maybe I should."
Ink, Charlie/Colby, PG-13, for prompt # 172 'Skin.' 100 Words
The soft, wet shift and slide across Colby's back is almost repetitive enough to be rhythmic.
He breathes into the pillow as pen ink drags across his bare skin, resists the urge to twitch, to tense as the strokes continue, alternating between delicate and firm. He just lets it flow.
Charlie moves, bare thighs sliding down Colby's hips, they tighten ever so slightly when Charlie leans his weight forward, the pen comes back again, slower, lazier than before.
It isn't long at all before the pen clatters against the table, dropped and abandoned in favour of something much less cerebral.
Author: Corona
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Charlie/Ian, Don/Colby, Charlie/Colby
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Part 1 of the drabbles, written for emmademarais for the prompts she gave me from numb3rs100
Reckless, Charlie/Ian, PG, for prompt #117 'reckless' 200 Words
Ian hangs back when Charlie packs up to leave, a long shadow that half blocks out the sun.
He seems more amused than anything else, when Charlie briefly makes him hold the armful of graphs that had become scattered untidily across the asphalt. A human being only has so many arms. And though Edgerton seems to cultivate an air of preparedness, which seems to negate carrying things, he does, in actuality, have arms. Which he doesn't seem to object to Charlie using.
Though Charlie's not sure he should ever phrase it quite like that if he brings it up.
Ian walks out with him, keeping stride with long, slow steps.
"Do you know what the definition of reckless is?" Ian's wearing that half-smile now, holding his sunglasses in one hand, seemingly reluctant to put them on.
"The classic definition, or something more abstract?" Charlie asks and Ian makes a brief, amused noise.
"It's knowing the odds aren't in your favour, and doing something anyway."
Charlie tilts his head up, curious.
Ian catches the material folded round Charlie's elbow, then leans down into him, one careful movement that Charlie can choose to pull away from if he wants to.
He doesn't.
Lines, Don/Colby, PG for prompt #18 'tense' 100 Words
Don catches Colby before he leaves, pauses against the sharp curve of his desk.
"You've been doing some really stupid things lately," he says quietly.
Colby says nothing. Protesting won't do any good, because they both know that it's true.
"I want it to stop," Don tells him, in that soft, intense tone of voice he uses when he means it.
Colby doesn't speak until Don turns to leave.
"Maybe you should do something stupid once in a while?"
Don pauses, one hand on the door. The look he gives Colby is just a fraction too long.
"Maybe I should."
Ink, Charlie/Colby, PG-13, for prompt # 172 'Skin.' 100 Words
The soft, wet shift and slide across Colby's back is almost repetitive enough to be rhythmic.
He breathes into the pillow as pen ink drags across his bare skin, resists the urge to twitch, to tense as the strokes continue, alternating between delicate and firm. He just lets it flow.
Charlie moves, bare thighs sliding down Colby's hips, they tighten ever so slightly when Charlie leans his weight forward, the pen comes back again, slower, lazier than before.
It isn't long at all before the pen clatters against the table, dropped and abandoned in favour of something much less cerebral.