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browngirlTitle: Beautiful Darling
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Don Eppes/Amita Ramanujan, Charlie Eppes/Amita Ramanujan
Warnings/Spoilers: Het, entanglements. Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
numb3rs100 October Rewind Challenge; sequel to "Hand In Mine", one sequel to follow.
All Thanks To: / Acknowledgements:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lomedet, who is too good to me.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
Amita's leg dangled though Don had one foot on the floor, his hand cupping her head, the other stroking her arm. Hot and sticky and not feeling nearly guilty enough, she lay on her couch atop her boyfriend's brother.
Up and down, Don's hand on her arm, Don's chest rising and falling. Amita told herself they both had things to do, but they lay there, sleepless and still.
She knew he was about to apologize because he took a deeper breath. "Amita, I'm--"
"Shh." She lifted her head; his hand slipped away, through her hair, onto her back. "I know."
Even sad, his smile still lit up his eyes. "I really do want you to stay." After a breath he added, "For Charlie."
Of course, Amita didn't say, or still? Let alone, I have to go, now more than ever. Instead she laid her head back down on Don's broad chest. "I know."
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Don Eppes/Amita Ramanujan, Charlie Eppes/Amita Ramanujan
Warnings/Spoilers: Het, entanglements. Written for the
numb3rs100 October Rewind Challenge; sequel to "Hand In Mine", one sequel to follow.All Thanks To: / Acknowledgements:
lomedet, who is too good to me. Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
Amita's leg dangled though Don had one foot on the floor, his hand cupping her head, the other stroking her arm. Hot and sticky and not feeling nearly guilty enough, she lay on her couch atop her boyfriend's brother.
Up and down, Don's hand on her arm, Don's chest rising and falling. Amita told herself they both had things to do, but they lay there, sleepless and still.
She knew he was about to apologize because he took a deeper breath. "Amita, I'm--"
"Shh." She lifted her head; his hand slipped away, through her hair, onto her back. "I know."
Even sad, his smile still lit up his eyes. "I really do want you to stay." After a breath he added, "For Charlie."
Of course, Amita didn't say, or still? Let alone, I have to go, now more than ever. Instead she laid her head back down on Don's broad chest. "I know."
