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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.
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."
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:
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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."
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So THANK YOU! Not just for writing a great fic, but for helping me find my way to this pairing. Now I can write Charlie/Seth and/or Charlie/Amita/Seth. /dances/
This was fabulous by the way: both men being their wonderfully geeky selves with her and her getting to relish it. Hee! Just wonderful! (And the image of Seth sketching naked? Such a happy bonus!)
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*happy dances* I can't WAIT to see this, bwee! I'm with you; I just adore Seth, and rewatching the episode made me see even more how well he fit with Amita and Charlie. If this weren't a drabble there would have been *so* much description of him with his sketchpad dressed in nothing but glasses. (Maybe I'll just write a sequel...) And if I could help you see your way to a story you wanted to write, after all the times yor stories have helped me do so, I'm doubly glad I wrote this.
*beams at you very much*