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Light to See By (Numb3rs, triple-drabble, PG-15)
Title: Light to See By
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Charlie / Amita / Seth Marlowe
Warnings/Spoilers: het/slash/threesome, AU of Episode 4.09 , Graphic.
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lomedet *waves* and tigerbright *hollers*
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numb3rs100's Prompt #7, "Science and/or Art".
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
Amita drowses, back tucked to Seth's chest, cheek on Charlie's shoulder. Charlie shifts and she squeezes him lightly as Seth strokes down her arm onto Charlie's belly. Charlie's next breath is a little deeper, and she rides it bonelessly, relaxing into this warm three-way cuddle.
Then Charlie clamps both arms around Amita, hauling her onto his chest as Seth huffs sleepily. Charlie's eyes gleam as she lurches awake, his smile's wide and somewhat demented. "Charlie, what--?"
"Sorry, sorry," he murmurs, rubbing her back, holding out a hand to Seth. "I just needed to test a hypothesis." Amita tilts her head expectantly. "I had to see if you weighed noticeably less while being so intensely radiant, since e equals mc squared."
"Charlie!" Amita drops her forehead to his chest, laughing helplessly as Seth snickers beside her. "That is so..." Wonderfully dorky, completely you, she thinks; he grins, his hand in her hair, and she simply has to cup his cheek and kiss him.
Inhaling sharply, Seth rolls out of bed, and they startle, breaking the kiss. Amita pushes herself up, seeing her worry reflected in Charlie's eyes. Seth kneels naked on the floor, rummaging in his bag, and Amita tries not to be distracted by his moving shoulders as she figures out how to ask if he's okay.
He looks up smiling, brandishing a sketchpad; Amita breathes easier and smiles back. "Stay just like that," Seth orders, shoving his glasses on and scrambling onto the foot of the bed.
Amita laughs, thinking of how ridiculous she probably looks from that angle, and of Seth's hands encircling Charlie's face and sliding warmly over her skin. "Come here," she says, reaching out.
Charlie catches her hand, pulling it to his chest. "No, go on," he tells Seth, lips brushing Amita's forehead. "I know inspiration when I see it."
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Charlie / Amita / Seth Marlowe
Warnings/Spoilers: het/slash/threesome, AU of Episode 4.09 , Graphic.
All Thanks To: / Acknowledgements:
lomedet *waves* and tigerbright *hollers*Author's Note: in first comment. This was written for
numb3rs100's Prompt #7, "Science and/or Art".Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
Amita drowses, back tucked to Seth's chest, cheek on Charlie's shoulder. Charlie shifts and she squeezes him lightly as Seth strokes down her arm onto Charlie's belly. Charlie's next breath is a little deeper, and she rides it bonelessly, relaxing into this warm three-way cuddle.
Then Charlie clamps both arms around Amita, hauling her onto his chest as Seth huffs sleepily. Charlie's eyes gleam as she lurches awake, his smile's wide and somewhat demented. "Charlie, what--?"
"Sorry, sorry," he murmurs, rubbing her back, holding out a hand to Seth. "I just needed to test a hypothesis." Amita tilts her head expectantly. "I had to see if you weighed noticeably less while being so intensely radiant, since e equals mc squared."
"Charlie!" Amita drops her forehead to his chest, laughing helplessly as Seth snickers beside her. "That is so..." Wonderfully dorky, completely you, she thinks; he grins, his hand in her hair, and she simply has to cup his cheek and kiss him.
Inhaling sharply, Seth rolls out of bed, and they startle, breaking the kiss. Amita pushes herself up, seeing her worry reflected in Charlie's eyes. Seth kneels naked on the floor, rummaging in his bag, and Amita tries not to be distracted by his moving shoulders as she figures out how to ask if he's okay.
He looks up smiling, brandishing a sketchpad; Amita breathes easier and smiles back. "Stay just like that," Seth orders, shoving his glasses on and scrambling onto the foot of the bed.
Amita laughs, thinking of how ridiculous she probably looks from that angle, and of Seth's hands encircling Charlie's face and sliding warmly over her skin. "Come here," she says, reaching out.
Charlie catches her hand, pulling it to his chest. "No, go on," he tells Seth, lips brushing Amita's forehead. "I know inspiration when I see it."