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browngirlTitle: Thing For Tough Chicks
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Robin/Liz/Don ; David, Nikki, Colby.
Summary: Robin holds Don at gunpoint.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5 cast.
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Author's Note: Written for the current prompt, "Strength". No FBI agents were harmed during the making of this drabble.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
Eyes glinting like steel, Robin holds Don at gunpoint. Liz handcuffs him, her familiar fingers stronger than the metal around his wrists, and shoves a chair behind him. Robin pushes him into it, her handprint lingering over his heart. "Nice work," Liz says.
Don tips his head back against the chair's cool metal rim. Robin smiles, gun held steady. "Thanks, darling," she says as Liz's arms slide around her waist, tangling her free hand in Liz's hair as they kiss.
Don remembers kissing both of them. He watches their plush shiny lips moving, Liz's hands stroking up Robin's back and their breasts pressed together. They look as damn good as he knows they both feel; his throat's even tighter as his pants. He says, "Ladies," but the only response is a waggle of Robin's gun hand as Liz's mouth opens under hers. "Come on, let me up. I'm much more fun with my hands free."
He smiles charmingly but Liz just flips him off, muttering "shut up, Eppes," over Robin's silky cheek.
Leaning into Liz's mouth on her throat, Robin glares sideways at Don. "When we want to hear from you we'll let you know." Liz lifts her head, their noses touching -- Don remembers that, too, nosetip to nosetip -- and they nod in decisive unison.
Then they knock him over.
Don lands on his back as Liz rips his fly open. Robin straddles him, cupping Liz's tender breast, dragging the gun along his chest and belly. "Now," she orders, sitting on his face as Liz sinks him into wet heat, "use your mouth."
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"Maybe somebody should wake him up."
"Why don't you wake him up?"
"Why don't we not wake him up," David says. "Let the man have his nap." Colby nods. "Look, he's smiling." Tilting her head, Nikki shrugs.
Don's team silently tiptoes away.
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Robin/Liz/Don ; David, Nikki, Colby.
Summary: Robin holds Don at gunpoint.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5 cast.
All Thanks To: / Acknowledgements: My roommate for putting up with my insanity.
emmademarais and melissima for running numb3rs100. Author's Note: Written for the current prompt, "Strength". No FBI agents were harmed during the making of this drabble.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
Eyes glinting like steel, Robin holds Don at gunpoint. Liz handcuffs him, her familiar fingers stronger than the metal around his wrists, and shoves a chair behind him. Robin pushes him into it, her handprint lingering over his heart. "Nice work," Liz says.
Don tips his head back against the chair's cool metal rim. Robin smiles, gun held steady. "Thanks, darling," she says as Liz's arms slide around her waist, tangling her free hand in Liz's hair as they kiss.
Don remembers kissing both of them. He watches their plush shiny lips moving, Liz's hands stroking up Robin's back and their breasts pressed together. They look as damn good as he knows they both feel; his throat's even tighter as his pants. He says, "Ladies," but the only response is a waggle of Robin's gun hand as Liz's mouth opens under hers. "Come on, let me up. I'm much more fun with my hands free."
He smiles charmingly but Liz just flips him off, muttering "shut up, Eppes," over Robin's silky cheek.
Leaning into Liz's mouth on her throat, Robin glares sideways at Don. "When we want to hear from you we'll let you know." Liz lifts her head, their noses touching -- Don remembers that, too, nosetip to nosetip -- and they nod in decisive unison.
Then they knock him over.
Don lands on his back as Liz rips his fly open. Robin straddles him, cupping Liz's tender breast, dragging the gun along his chest and belly. "Now," she orders, sitting on his face as Liz sinks him into wet heat, "use your mouth."
*********************************************************************
"Maybe somebody should wake him up."
"Why don't you wake him up?"
"Why don't we not wake him up," David says. "Let the man have his nap." Colby nods. "Look, he's smiling." Tilting her head, Nikki shrugs.
Don's team silently tiptoes away.
