Numb3rs Callie fic: "total indulgence, zero guilt" (rating: mature)
Title: Total Indulgence, Zero Guilt.
Author: Keenir.
(yes, I know the title was from a chocolate commercial years ago…can’t remember which one, though)
Fandom: Numb3rs.
Summary: Colby and Callie in a hot apartment. Did I mention there’s only one bar of chocolate?
For: Mustangcandi
Who asked for: I give you Colby and Callie (she's on loan and Colby might be keeping an eye on you, so be careful). Prompt: Chocolate. hehe.
probably a Mature rating, just in case.
][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][
It was not a dark and stormy night, though there were many in the area who wished it was. It was a hot day, the humidity in that uncomfortable zone dead between muggy and dry.
In their apartment, the air conditioner was dead; the repairman had been supposed to arrive hours ago.
Callie strode into the room, her own clothes just as affected by the heat and her sweat just as much - she noticed with glad ease - as Colby’s clothes as her man sat on a chair in the room.
Her enjoyment of eyeing him was interrupted by one eye noticing something almost as good as Colby himself - and combined with him, was even better still.
Callie eyed him suspiciously.
Colby shifted uneasily, not used to her being suspicious of him.
“Where did you get chocolate?” she asked him. And even if it would’ve helped get an answer out of him, it was too damn hot to purr in the sentence - anywhere in the sentence.
“Fridge,” Colby said, unwrapping just a corner of the bar, sniffing it before nibbling it.
Callie licked her lips at the sight of that delicious milk chocolate.
Colby’s nibble chopped off the corner prematurely. That and he nearly fell off the chair. Loath as he was to be the bearer of bad news, he felt that nearly getting beaned by gravity deserved some sort of comeback. “This was the last one,” he tells her.
Callie’s eyes locked onto the foil-wrapped goodness with all the intensity and single-mindedness of a heat-seaking missile. Only more intelligent, obviously. “Could we share it?” she asked, wishing it wasn’t so sweltering that her throat refused to allow a purr to form; a purr would’ve made all the difference, she suspected.
“Sure,” Colby said.
He didn’t get up.
She didn’t take a step towards him.
“Impasse?” he asked.
“You tell me,” Callie replied. “You’re the one holding all the cards.”
Riiight. Knowing it was a bloody foolish - not to mention overly risky - tactic to simply ask what she was willing to do for the chocolate, Colby said, “Then I’ll even the deck.”
Wait - what? “What?” Callie asked, then saw Colby break the chocolate bar in half and hold one half out to her. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch.”
That’s my Colby, accepting the half. Biting into it, she sat in his lap and - once they were both done chewing - kissed him to express how much he meant to her.
And his kiss told her how much she meant to him.
][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][
The end
Author: Keenir.
(yes, I know the title was from a chocolate commercial years ago…can’t remember which one, though)
Fandom: Numb3rs.
Summary: Colby and Callie in a hot apartment. Did I mention there’s only one bar of chocolate?
For: Mustangcandi
Who asked for: I give you Colby and Callie (she's on loan and Colby might be keeping an eye on you, so be careful). Prompt: Chocolate. hehe.
probably a Mature rating, just in case.
][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][
It was not a dark and stormy night, though there were many in the area who wished it was. It was a hot day, the humidity in that uncomfortable zone dead between muggy and dry.
In their apartment, the air conditioner was dead; the repairman had been supposed to arrive hours ago.
Callie strode into the room, her own clothes just as affected by the heat and her sweat just as much - she noticed with glad ease - as Colby’s clothes as her man sat on a chair in the room.
Her enjoyment of eyeing him was interrupted by one eye noticing something almost as good as Colby himself - and combined with him, was even better still.
Callie eyed him suspiciously.
Colby shifted uneasily, not used to her being suspicious of him.
“Where did you get chocolate?” she asked him. And even if it would’ve helped get an answer out of him, it was too damn hot to purr in the sentence - anywhere in the sentence.
“Fridge,” Colby said, unwrapping just a corner of the bar, sniffing it before nibbling it.
Callie licked her lips at the sight of that delicious milk chocolate.
Colby’s nibble chopped off the corner prematurely. That and he nearly fell off the chair. Loath as he was to be the bearer of bad news, he felt that nearly getting beaned by gravity deserved some sort of comeback. “This was the last one,” he tells her.
Callie’s eyes locked onto the foil-wrapped goodness with all the intensity and single-mindedness of a heat-seaking missile. Only more intelligent, obviously. “Could we share it?” she asked, wishing it wasn’t so sweltering that her throat refused to allow a purr to form; a purr would’ve made all the difference, she suspected.
“Sure,” Colby said.
He didn’t get up.
She didn’t take a step towards him.
“Impasse?” he asked.
“You tell me,” Callie replied. “You’re the one holding all the cards.”
Riiight. Knowing it was a bloody foolish - not to mention overly risky - tactic to simply ask what she was willing to do for the chocolate, Colby said, “Then I’ll even the deck.”
Wait - what? “What?” Callie asked, then saw Colby break the chocolate bar in half and hold one half out to her. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch.”
That’s my Colby, accepting the half. Biting into it, she sat in his lap and - once they were both done chewing - kissed him to express how much he meant to her.
And his kiss told her how much she meant to him.
][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][
The end