Numb3rs drabble: Turn Your Head (Don/Terry, PG-15)
Title: Turn Your Head
Pairing: Don/Terry \o/
Rating: PG-15
Summary: "You wore a skirt today, huh? Interesting."
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: None.
Prompt: "Research" at numb3rs100.
Notes/Warnings: Pre-series. I've actually had this as part of my personal Don/Terry canon for, I don't know, years, but I've never really written it out, only alluded to it in other (unpublished) stories. The "research" prompt at numb3rs100 was what I needed to actually write it. Thanks to leda_speaks and neur0vanity for reading it and telling me it was okay. :-) Title taken from At The Library by Green Day.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. This is only for fun.
Saturday morning finds the library mostly empty. Terry had agreed to let Don tag along and study with her as long as he promised to concentrate--solemn nod of confirmation, when do I not?--and so far he's behaved, asking legitimate questions when he thinks of them and valiantly attempting to answer hers even when he has no clue. He's fidgety like always, tapping his pen and bouncing his foot next to hers, but she finds it endearing enough to let it go.
"So I wonder--oh." He's dropped his pen. Bemused, she watches him disappear under the table to retrieve it. A moment later, his disembodied, slightly echoing voice says, "You wore a skirt today, huh? Interesting," and before she can even think to figure out what that means, fingers are brushing up under her skirt. She claps her legs together, trapping his hand, and looks around the room.
"Don," she whispers sharply. His fingers wiggle between her thighs. "Stop it, I am so serious."
He kisses the top of her knee and she kicks lightly at him, but she can feel his breaths of laughter against her leg. "You deserve a study break," he murmurs.
Low voices just a few yards away startle her into relaxing her legs, and he dives forward to press his mouth against her underwear. She gasps, biting back a squeak, and suddenly the voices are louder.
"Ah, Ms. Lake." It's Dr. Roberts, her Behavioral Science teacher, walking next to somebody she doesn't recognize. "Researching for your paper?"
"Uh," she says. Don's tongue flicks firmly against her. "Uh! Yes. Of course," she stammers. "It's such a, a fascinating subject."
He smiles, not unkindly. "I look forward to reading it. Carry on."
"Right," she breathes. Don's tongue flicks again.
Pairing: Don/Terry \o/
Rating: PG-15
Summary: "You wore a skirt today, huh? Interesting."
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: None.
Prompt: "Research" at numb3rs100.
Notes/Warnings: Pre-series. I've actually had this as part of my personal Don/Terry canon for, I don't know, years, but I've never really written it out, only alluded to it in other (unpublished) stories. The "research" prompt at numb3rs100 was what I needed to actually write it. Thanks to leda_speaks and neur0vanity for reading it and telling me it was okay. :-) Title taken from At The Library by Green Day.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. This is only for fun.
Saturday morning finds the library mostly empty. Terry had agreed to let Don tag along and study with her as long as he promised to concentrate--solemn nod of confirmation, when do I not?--and so far he's behaved, asking legitimate questions when he thinks of them and valiantly attempting to answer hers even when he has no clue. He's fidgety like always, tapping his pen and bouncing his foot next to hers, but she finds it endearing enough to let it go.
"So I wonder--oh." He's dropped his pen. Bemused, she watches him disappear under the table to retrieve it. A moment later, his disembodied, slightly echoing voice says, "You wore a skirt today, huh? Interesting," and before she can even think to figure out what that means, fingers are brushing up under her skirt. She claps her legs together, trapping his hand, and looks around the room.
"Don," she whispers sharply. His fingers wiggle between her thighs. "Stop it, I am so serious."
He kisses the top of her knee and she kicks lightly at him, but she can feel his breaths of laughter against her leg. "You deserve a study break," he murmurs.
Low voices just a few yards away startle her into relaxing her legs, and he dives forward to press his mouth against her underwear. She gasps, biting back a squeak, and suddenly the voices are louder.
"Ah, Ms. Lake." It's Dr. Roberts, her Behavioral Science teacher, walking next to somebody she doesn't recognize. "Researching for your paper?"
"Uh," she says. Don's tongue flicks firmly against her. "Uh! Yes. Of course," she stammers. "It's such a, a fascinating subject."
He smiles, not unkindly. "I look forward to reading it. Carry on."
"Right," she breathes. Don's tongue flicks again.