Numb3rs drabble: Make You See (Don/Liz, PG-13)
I tried to post this last night but LJ wouldn't let me. :-(
This is not the best thing I've written, but hey, they can't all be the best. It was fun to write.
(Ooh, I just realized it's raining outside! Yay.)
Title: Make You See
Pairing: Don/Liz
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One more minute, she tells him, and he waits patiently.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: Unbetaed. Title from I'd Like To by Corinne Bailey Rae. Crossposted to numb3rs_het.
Prompt: #139 Portrait at numb3rs100 and "a very still life" from the random pairing generator.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
She pulls the sheet down to rest low on his hip.
Don't move, she murmurs, and he relaxes, closing his eyes again, listening to the soft scrape of pencil against paper behind him.
One more minute, she tells him, and he waits patiently, indulgent smile on his face where he knows she can't see it, turned away.
Okay, she says, and the bed dips behind him under her weight, warm skin pressing smooth against his as they turn to each other, eyes meeting. She holds up the sketch for him.
He smiles and she sets it aside, meeting his lips.
This is not the best thing I've written, but hey, they can't all be the best. It was fun to write.
(Ooh, I just realized it's raining outside! Yay.)
Title: Make You See
Pairing: Don/Liz
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One more minute, she tells him, and he waits patiently.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: none
Notes/Warnings: Unbetaed. Title from I'd Like To by Corinne Bailey Rae. Crossposted to numb3rs_het.
Prompt: #139 Portrait at numb3rs100 and "a very still life" from the random pairing generator.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor do I profit from their use here. This is only for fun.
She pulls the sheet down to rest low on his hip.
Don't move, she murmurs, and he relaxes, closing his eyes again, listening to the soft scrape of pencil against paper behind him.
One more minute, she tells him, and he waits patiently, indulgent smile on his face where he knows she can't see it, turned away.
Okay, she says, and the bed dips behind him under her weight, warm skin pressing smooth against his as they turn to each other, eyes meeting. She holds up the sketch for him.
He smiles and she sets it aside, meeting his lips.