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Sacred In Your Eyes (Numb3rs Drabble, PG-13)
Title: Sacred In Your Eyes
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Don Eppes/Amita Ramanujan; Charlie Eppes/Amita Ramanujan discussed.
Warnings/Spoilers: Het, entanglements. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
numb3rs100 October Rewind Challenge; three sequels to follow.
All Thanks To: / Acknowledgements:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lomedet *beams transoceanically at her* and also sororcula, who opened my eyes to this pairing.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"He doesn't want you to go, you know."
Amita turned, about to demur, but Don was looking away from her, something diffident in his stance she couldn't quite pin down.
"I mean..." He shook his head. "I'm messing this up. I know it's a great opportunity, a professor at Harvard and everything, but I've never seen Charlie happier. You make him feel..."
His eyes caught hers, dark and pleading. "What about you?" Amita asked, suddenly understanding. "How do you feel?"
"I--" Don's mouth worked for a silent moment; then his big hands clamped tight on Amita's arms, his mouth hot on hers.
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Don Eppes/Amita Ramanujan; Charlie Eppes/Amita Ramanujan discussed.
Warnings/Spoilers: Het, entanglements. Written for the
numb3rs100 October Rewind Challenge; three sequels to follow.All Thanks To: / Acknowledgements:
lomedet *beams transoceanically at her* and also sororcula, who opened my eyes to this pairing.Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"He doesn't want you to go, you know."
Amita turned, about to demur, but Don was looking away from her, something diffident in his stance she couldn't quite pin down.
"I mean..." He shook his head. "I'm messing this up. I know it's a great opportunity, a professor at Harvard and everything, but I've never seen Charlie happier. You make him feel..."
His eyes caught hers, dark and pleading. "What about you?" Amita asked, suddenly understanding. "How do you feel?"
"I--" Don's mouth worked for a silent moment; then his big hands clamped tight on Amita's arms, his mouth hot on hers.