Hand In Mine (Numb3rs drabbloid, NC-17)
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Title: Hand In Mine
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Don Eppes/Amita Ramanujan; Charlie Eppes/Amita Ramanujan considered.
Warnings/Spoilers: Het, entanglements. Written for the
numb3rs100 October Rewind Challenge; sequel to "Sacred In Your Eyes", two sequels to follow.
All Thanks To: / Acknowledgements:
lomedet *grin*
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
All she could do was hang on, clutching the damp muscular curve of Don's shoulder, muffling herself against his corded neck. She couldn't breathe, if she breathed she'd scream, because Don was fucking her so hard the whole couch shuddered and groaned, so hard it hurt a little and felt beyond wonderful.
Then Don grabbed her wrist, pinning it above her head, his gaze heavy as another hand on her skin. Charlie was just like this sometimes, she couldn't help comparing, he held her with shocking strength and watched her until she couldn't hide anything, and she couldn't ever tell anyone how alike and different the brothers really were.
"C'mon," Don growled, and Amita pulled against his unbreakable grip, arching up to him as she screamed.
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Don Eppes/Amita Ramanujan; Charlie Eppes/Amita Ramanujan considered.
Warnings/Spoilers: Het, entanglements. Written for the
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All she could do was hang on, clutching the damp muscular curve of Don's shoulder, muffling herself against his corded neck. She couldn't breathe, if she breathed she'd scream, because Don was fucking her so hard the whole couch shuddered and groaned, so hard it hurt a little and felt beyond wonderful.
Then Don grabbed her wrist, pinning it above her head, his gaze heavy as another hand on her skin. Charlie was just like this sometimes, she couldn't help comparing, he held her with shocking strength and watched her until she couldn't hide anything, and she couldn't ever tell anyone how alike and different the brothers really were.
"C'mon," Don growled, and Amita pulled against his unbreakable grip, arching up to him as she screamed.
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