Who's Coming for Dessert? - NC-17- Robin/Don/Liz
Title: Who's Coming for Dessert?
Author: Jelsemium
Characters/Pairings: Robin Brooks/Don Eppes/Liz Warner
Rating: MA/NC-17
Summary: Liz joins Robin and Don for dinner and dessert
Spoilers: None, really
Word Count: 1,709
Warning: Threesome
Notes: Sex isn't something I've had a lot of practice writing.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Numb3rs
Special Agent Liz Warner wasn't expecting an ambush as she sauntered into her favorite eatery that evening.
She hadn't even been thinking about the date, in spite of all the media hype. All that was on her mind was that it was so very nice to go an entire Saturday without one bank robbery/hostage situation/bank robbery turned to hostage situation to ruin her 'thrilling day' of house cleaning and Netflix.
Which is why she was surprised when was hailed by a familiar voice as she entered the bar of Arbor's restaurant.
"Hey, Liz, stalking us now?"
Liz turned her sleek head around and quickly identified the speaker. "Robin! Why, no, Counselor," she didn't see Don, but she suspected that he was the other half of Robin's 'us.' "In fact, I completely forgot that Don was the one who introduced me to this place."
"Oh, really?" Don's warm voice sounded amused.
"Really," Liz asserted.
She put her name in at the front and was informed that it would be at least an hour before she could be seated.
"Why don't you join us?" Robin said, surprising even herself.
Don's eyebrows went up.
"Serioiusly," Robin said. "We've been here for a while, our name's almost at the top of the list and we can easily fit another person at our table." Without waiting for an answer, she walked up to talk to the maitre d'.
They were seated a few minutes later. Apparently Robin was correct when she surmised that a table for two would easily accomodate three.
Well, maybe 'easily' wasn't the correct term. They were rather crowded together around a small round table. Liz's leg bumped into Don's under the table. Embarrassed, she moved over slightly so that if she rubbed up against anybody, it would be Robin. That way, nobody could misinterpret her intentions, not even herself.
The waiter came by to get their drink orders.
"I hear your apple martinis are the best on the west coast," Robin said.
"Indeed they are, ma'm," the waiter said.
"I'll have one of those," Robin said.
"I'll have a mohito," Liz said. "Not one of the fancy flavors, either, just plain mohito."
The waiter nodded.
Don snorted. "How can anything made with mint and sugar be considered 'plain'?" he demanded. To the waiter he said. "I'll have a Heineken, please."
The waiter moved off quickly to deliver their drink orders as they perused the menu.
"Now don't tell me you ladies are going to come to a steak house and have something 'fancy'," Don teased.
"I know you," Liz replied. "You just want red meat. The rarer the better. I bet you'd eat it raw if your mother hadn't taught you better."
Robin giggled.
Don rolled his eyes.
"How about some oyster shooters to start?" she suggested. "They seem to be having a special on them."
Don nodded, although Liz knew he wasn't fond of oysters.
Robin and Don ordered the Fillet Mignon. Liz, in a fit of mischief, ordered the petite lobster tails.
Don raised his eyebrows. "And when did you acquire expensive tastes?" he asked.
"When I decided to pick up the tab," Liz purred.
"Oh, really?" Don said. "We'll see about that!"
After they started drinking, the women became giggly. Don wondered if he was going to have to call a cab for Liz, but he judged that the sole mohito that she was nursing was not likely to impair her very much. Robin was on her third drink by the time their dinners arrived, but Don wasn't worried about that. For one thing, he was driving. For another, he knew that Robin could hold her drinks very well.
Then Liz and Robin began comparing notes on boyfriends.
"Hey! I'm sitting right here!" Don protested.
Liz and Robin giggled even harder and put their heads together. They suddenly excused themselves to do the bathroom trek. Don wondered what he had gotten himself into.
When the women returned, the food had been served and they were both more sober. At least, they were concealing their giggles better. Dinner went smoothly and Robin decided to have dessert to go. She refused, however, to tell Don what she was getting.
Liz ordered a slice of chocolate cake that was big enough to qualify as a weapon of mass destruction. She also ordered her dessert to go.
When the check arrived, Don, who was keeping an eye on Liz, missed Robin's dive for the check. She smirked at him as she sent her Barnes and Noble Master Card off to pay the bill.
They walked Liz out to her car, Don keeping a close eye on her.
"I'm sober enough to drive," Liz said.
"I believe you," Don said.
"I don't need an escort," Liz said. "I can take care of myself, you know."
Don nodded. "Megan was also an expert at taking care of herself," he said.
Liz didn't answer this, as she remembered the Crystal Hoyle incident.
Liz driving became a moot point when her aged Ford Escort refused to turn over. This required calling Triple-A and getting her car towed and all sorts of other annoying tasks. By the time they were through, it was past 10 o'clock.
"Can you drop me off at a hotel?" Liz asked. She hefted a duffel bag that she had pulled out of her trunk "I have a change of clothes and a toothbrush in here," she added.
"Oh, no," Robin said. "You're coming home with us, young lady!"
Don raised an eyebrow.
"Well, she has to get in to work tomorrow, doesn't she?" Robin said. "It's easier all around if she just comes home with us."
Don felt like a chauffeur, or a parent, as he drove back to Robin's house. Robin had climbed into the back seat with Liz and they giggled the whole way. Maybe it was just as well that Liz's car had broken down, Don decided.
They seemed sober enough until they all got inside.
Liz walked over to the couch. "This looks nice," she said. She tested the cushions. "Very soft. I think this will do." She sank down into the cushions.
Robin sat down. "Hm, unless you wanted to sleep with us?" she teased.
Liz rolled her eyes. "Ha, ha," she said.
"What? We talked about it earlier," Robin reminded her.
"You talked about having a threesome?" Don blurted.
"You were serious?" Liz asked hopefully.
Robin leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth.
"Do I get a say in this?" Don asked.
They both grinned at him.
"Well, you can say 'yes', and we'll adjourn to the bedroom," Robin said. "Otherwise, you can sit there and watch."
Taken completely flat footed, Don said nothing.
Robin turned back to Liz and began kissing her.
Liz kissed back with more enthusiasm that Don had expected. The women began undressing each other and kissing each body part as it became exposed.
Don moved in and unfastened Robin's bra, allowing her lovely breasts to fall free. This also allowed Liz access to them, which she made good use of, first with her hands, then with her mouth.
Don nibbled on the back of Robin's neck and then made a hurried trip to the bathroom for condoms and lubricant. When he got back, he found Robin huffing at Liz's pussy. Not quite licking it, just blowing gently until Liz's sensitive labia began to respond.
Don knelt beside Robin and began kissing his way up one of Liz's thighs.
Robin took a page from his book and began kissing and fondling the other thigh. Meanwhile, her hand began to rub Don's back, making circular motions that felt wonderful.
Robin moved away from Liz and began massaging Don's back with both hands. Then she reached around him and began to run her hands down his chest, running her fingers around his nipples, tweaking his chest hair, and tickling his ribs.
Then Robin began to kiss his back and neck.
Liz began to kiss the senstive parts of his inner thighs. She ran her hands up the back of his thighs and cupped his buttocks. She moved up to kiss his stomach and worked her way down, kissing around his genitals until she reached his thighs again. Then she began to lick the thick vein on the underside of his penis.
On the other side, Robin was licking the small of Don's back, moving down until she reached his crack. She spread his buttocks and touched the tip of his tongue.
Liz took his penis in her mouth and began to alternate sucking with licking. Don felt ready to explode when Liz pulled back, leaving him ready to beg for more.
Liz and Robin switched sides. Now Robin had one leg on the couch and one leg on the floor. This opened her up to Don's avid gaze and eager mouth. With his mouth on her cunt and his hands on her buttocks, he massaged and licked and kissed her into completion.
Meanwhile, Liz seemed intent on getting a piggy back ride. The feel of her soft breasts and delicate brush against Don's naked back almost put him over the edge, but again Liz backed off before he reached orgasm.
Liz helped Don with his condom and he squirted a healthy dollop of lubricant onto his fingers. He worked the lubricant between the smug Robin's legs. She moved around on the couch to allow him easy access, which he took full advantage of. He thrust into her, beating against her until she was on the brink again.
This time it was Don who backed off. He turned around to face Liz, who promptly sat on his lap and impaled herself on his latex covered cock. Almost immediately, Don exploded inside her.
"Aw," Robin complained.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath," Don said.
"A minute?" Liz laughed. "You're very ambitious, old man!"
"Old man?" Don said. He stood up. "I'll show you old man," he mock growled. "Come on."
"Where are we going?" Robin asked, standing up.
"To the shower, for some good clean fun," Don said. "And round two, if you ladies are up to it."
He swaggered off and, laughing, his two ladies chased after him.
Author: Jelsemium
Characters/Pairings: Robin Brooks/Don Eppes/Liz Warner
Rating: MA/NC-17
Summary: Liz joins Robin and Don for dinner and dessert
Spoilers: None, really
Word Count: 1,709
Warning: Threesome
Notes: Sex isn't something I've had a lot of practice writing.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Numb3rs
Special Agent Liz Warner wasn't expecting an ambush as she sauntered into her favorite eatery that evening.
She hadn't even been thinking about the date, in spite of all the media hype. All that was on her mind was that it was so very nice to go an entire Saturday without one bank robbery/hostage situation/bank robbery turned to hostage situation to ruin her 'thrilling day' of house cleaning and Netflix.
Which is why she was surprised when was hailed by a familiar voice as she entered the bar of Arbor's restaurant.
"Hey, Liz, stalking us now?"
Liz turned her sleek head around and quickly identified the speaker. "Robin! Why, no, Counselor," she didn't see Don, but she suspected that he was the other half of Robin's 'us.' "In fact, I completely forgot that Don was the one who introduced me to this place."
"Oh, really?" Don's warm voice sounded amused.
"Really," Liz asserted.
She put her name in at the front and was informed that it would be at least an hour before she could be seated.
"Why don't you join us?" Robin said, surprising even herself.
Don's eyebrows went up.
"Serioiusly," Robin said. "We've been here for a while, our name's almost at the top of the list and we can easily fit another person at our table." Without waiting for an answer, she walked up to talk to the maitre d'.
They were seated a few minutes later. Apparently Robin was correct when she surmised that a table for two would easily accomodate three.
Well, maybe 'easily' wasn't the correct term. They were rather crowded together around a small round table. Liz's leg bumped into Don's under the table. Embarrassed, she moved over slightly so that if she rubbed up against anybody, it would be Robin. That way, nobody could misinterpret her intentions, not even herself.
The waiter came by to get their drink orders.
"I hear your apple martinis are the best on the west coast," Robin said.
"Indeed they are, ma'm," the waiter said.
"I'll have one of those," Robin said.
"I'll have a mohito," Liz said. "Not one of the fancy flavors, either, just plain mohito."
The waiter nodded.
Don snorted. "How can anything made with mint and sugar be considered 'plain'?" he demanded. To the waiter he said. "I'll have a Heineken, please."
The waiter moved off quickly to deliver their drink orders as they perused the menu.
"Now don't tell me you ladies are going to come to a steak house and have something 'fancy'," Don teased.
"I know you," Liz replied. "You just want red meat. The rarer the better. I bet you'd eat it raw if your mother hadn't taught you better."
Robin giggled.
Don rolled his eyes.
"How about some oyster shooters to start?" she suggested. "They seem to be having a special on them."
Don nodded, although Liz knew he wasn't fond of oysters.
Robin and Don ordered the Fillet Mignon. Liz, in a fit of mischief, ordered the petite lobster tails.
Don raised his eyebrows. "And when did you acquire expensive tastes?" he asked.
"When I decided to pick up the tab," Liz purred.
"Oh, really?" Don said. "We'll see about that!"
After they started drinking, the women became giggly. Don wondered if he was going to have to call a cab for Liz, but he judged that the sole mohito that she was nursing was not likely to impair her very much. Robin was on her third drink by the time their dinners arrived, but Don wasn't worried about that. For one thing, he was driving. For another, he knew that Robin could hold her drinks very well.
Then Liz and Robin began comparing notes on boyfriends.
"Hey! I'm sitting right here!" Don protested.
Liz and Robin giggled even harder and put their heads together. They suddenly excused themselves to do the bathroom trek. Don wondered what he had gotten himself into.
When the women returned, the food had been served and they were both more sober. At least, they were concealing their giggles better. Dinner went smoothly and Robin decided to have dessert to go. She refused, however, to tell Don what she was getting.
Liz ordered a slice of chocolate cake that was big enough to qualify as a weapon of mass destruction. She also ordered her dessert to go.
When the check arrived, Don, who was keeping an eye on Liz, missed Robin's dive for the check. She smirked at him as she sent her Barnes and Noble Master Card off to pay the bill.
They walked Liz out to her car, Don keeping a close eye on her.
"I'm sober enough to drive," Liz said.
"I believe you," Don said.
"I don't need an escort," Liz said. "I can take care of myself, you know."
Don nodded. "Megan was also an expert at taking care of herself," he said.
Liz didn't answer this, as she remembered the Crystal Hoyle incident.
Liz driving became a moot point when her aged Ford Escort refused to turn over. This required calling Triple-A and getting her car towed and all sorts of other annoying tasks. By the time they were through, it was past 10 o'clock.
"Can you drop me off at a hotel?" Liz asked. She hefted a duffel bag that she had pulled out of her trunk "I have a change of clothes and a toothbrush in here," she added.
"Oh, no," Robin said. "You're coming home with us, young lady!"
Don raised an eyebrow.
"Well, she has to get in to work tomorrow, doesn't she?" Robin said. "It's easier all around if she just comes home with us."
Don felt like a chauffeur, or a parent, as he drove back to Robin's house. Robin had climbed into the back seat with Liz and they giggled the whole way. Maybe it was just as well that Liz's car had broken down, Don decided.
They seemed sober enough until they all got inside.
Liz walked over to the couch. "This looks nice," she said. She tested the cushions. "Very soft. I think this will do." She sank down into the cushions.
Robin sat down. "Hm, unless you wanted to sleep with us?" she teased.
Liz rolled her eyes. "Ha, ha," she said.
"What? We talked about it earlier," Robin reminded her.
"You talked about having a threesome?" Don blurted.
"You were serious?" Liz asked hopefully.
Robin leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth.
"Do I get a say in this?" Don asked.
They both grinned at him.
"Well, you can say 'yes', and we'll adjourn to the bedroom," Robin said. "Otherwise, you can sit there and watch."
Taken completely flat footed, Don said nothing.
Robin turned back to Liz and began kissing her.
Liz kissed back with more enthusiasm that Don had expected. The women began undressing each other and kissing each body part as it became exposed.
Don moved in and unfastened Robin's bra, allowing her lovely breasts to fall free. This also allowed Liz access to them, which she made good use of, first with her hands, then with her mouth.
Don nibbled on the back of Robin's neck and then made a hurried trip to the bathroom for condoms and lubricant. When he got back, he found Robin huffing at Liz's pussy. Not quite licking it, just blowing gently until Liz's sensitive labia began to respond.
Don knelt beside Robin and began kissing his way up one of Liz's thighs.
Robin took a page from his book and began kissing and fondling the other thigh. Meanwhile, her hand began to rub Don's back, making circular motions that felt wonderful.
Robin moved away from Liz and began massaging Don's back with both hands. Then she reached around him and began to run her hands down his chest, running her fingers around his nipples, tweaking his chest hair, and tickling his ribs.
Then Robin began to kiss his back and neck.
Liz began to kiss the senstive parts of his inner thighs. She ran her hands up the back of his thighs and cupped his buttocks. She moved up to kiss his stomach and worked her way down, kissing around his genitals until she reached his thighs again. Then she began to lick the thick vein on the underside of his penis.
On the other side, Robin was licking the small of Don's back, moving down until she reached his crack. She spread his buttocks and touched the tip of his tongue.
Liz took his penis in her mouth and began to alternate sucking with licking. Don felt ready to explode when Liz pulled back, leaving him ready to beg for more.
Liz and Robin switched sides. Now Robin had one leg on the couch and one leg on the floor. This opened her up to Don's avid gaze and eager mouth. With his mouth on her cunt and his hands on her buttocks, he massaged and licked and kissed her into completion.
Meanwhile, Liz seemed intent on getting a piggy back ride. The feel of her soft breasts and delicate brush against Don's naked back almost put him over the edge, but again Liz backed off before he reached orgasm.
Liz helped Don with his condom and he squirted a healthy dollop of lubricant onto his fingers. He worked the lubricant between the smug Robin's legs. She moved around on the couch to allow him easy access, which he took full advantage of. He thrust into her, beating against her until she was on the brink again.
This time it was Don who backed off. He turned around to face Liz, who promptly sat on his lap and impaled herself on his latex covered cock. Almost immediately, Don exploded inside her.
"Aw," Robin complained.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath," Don said.
"A minute?" Liz laughed. "You're very ambitious, old man!"
"Old man?" Don said. He stood up. "I'll show you old man," he mock growled. "Come on."
"Where are we going?" Robin asked, standing up.
"To the shower, for some good clean fun," Don said. "And round two, if you ladies are up to it."
He swaggered off and, laughing, his two ladies chased after him.