FIC: Marked by a Kiss (For Want of a Kiss)
Title: Marked by a Kiss
Series: For Want of a Kiss
Author: Valerie Vancollie (valeriev84 [at] hotmail.com)
Characters: Don, Robin Brooks
Pairings: Don/Robin
Rating: PG-16
Summary: Robin has learned of what happened at the bar and decides to take matters into her own hands.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Numb3rs characters, items or situations. I only lay claim to the original aspects of the fic.
"So," Robin began, drawing Don's attention away from the book he was reading and down to where she lay with her head pillowed on his stomach.
When she'd first joined him in bed earlier, she'd mock-complained about the fact that he'd stolen her pillow to prop himself up, before settling in against him with the magazine she was reading. Now the magazine lay discarded on the rumpled sheets beside her legs just where her short red nightgown ended.
"Yes?" Don prompted, untangling his hand from her hair so he could put the bookmark in his book and set it aside.
"Your brother told me something interesting today," Robin stated as she half turned to face him, careful not to elbow him in the stomach as she did so.
"Really?" Don questioned, raising an inquiring eyebrow as he rested his right hand on her knee, caressing the skin with his thumb.
"Yes, something about a certain incident last Friday evening."
It took Don a second to realize what she was talking about, but when he did, he groaned and dropped his head back onto the pillows.
"I'm going to kill him," Don declared, not believing Charlie was telling people about that. "Slowly and painfully."
"So, not only do I need to worry about other women, but about certain men as well," Robin teased, though with a hint of steel that caused Don's eyes to snap open as he lifted his head to look at her.
His mouth went dry at the expression on her face. He didn't see it often, but Robin got the same look every time she decided to take charge in the bedroom. His body responded instantly, even before she moved to straddle his waist, her silken nightgown tickling him as it brushed the bare skin just above his boxers. His hands automatically come up to rest on her hip and leg, but he refrained from exploring any further, letting her control what came next.
Robin gave him a predatory smile as she leaned forward, placing a hand on his chest right over his heart, spreading her fingers wide.
"Mine," she growled possessively.
Don moaned and let his head fall back once more, exposing his throat which she instantly attacked with her lips and teeth. His hands tightened on her at the rough treatment, knowing he'd have marks the following morning, but not caring in the slightest. If he'd known she'd react like this, he would have told her himself.