Hour I Can Feel (Numb3rs drabble x 2, PG)
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browngirlTitle: Hour I Can Feel
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG
Pairing: Charlie/Larry
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash, kindasorta.
All Thanks To: My roommate, for whom I wrote this.
Author's Note: Second of Four for the February 2008 Drabble Rewind.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"Charles, perhaps you might try the Law of Diminishing Returns?"
Charlie actually paused to evaluate its applicability, resting the heel of his hand on the chalkboard, before he understood Larry's meaning and growled. "Come on, Larry, I'm trying to--"
"I understand what you're attempting," Larry said slowly with frustratingly obvious patience, and Charlie gritted his teeth, leaning his forehead beside his hand, waiting for Larry to shut up so he could think. "And I am astounded by the work you've already done. But it's 2:18 AM, and to the best of my recollection you haven't eaten--"
"I'm fine," Charlie insisted with a dismissive wave. "The whole point of academia--"
"Even ivory towers have clocks, Charles." Who closed his eyes, ignoring his own exhausted shivers. He had to keep working, the answer he needed was so close--
Larry set one hand, very lightly, one third of the way down Charlie's spine. Charlie jumped, his teeth knocking together, all his nerves jangling like a badly struck chord. But the wave of surprise died away, Larry's hand radiating warmth in its wake that spread soothingly down Charlie's thrumming nerves, melting his resistance.
Charlie slumped, smiling blearily, watching Larry smile at his vision's edge. "Okay," he said in surrender. "Okay."
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: PG
Pairing: Charlie/Larry
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash, kindasorta.
All Thanks To: My roommate, for whom I wrote this.
Author's Note: Second of Four for the February 2008 Drabble Rewind.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
"Charles, perhaps you might try the Law of Diminishing Returns?"
Charlie actually paused to evaluate its applicability, resting the heel of his hand on the chalkboard, before he understood Larry's meaning and growled. "Come on, Larry, I'm trying to--"
"I understand what you're attempting," Larry said slowly with frustratingly obvious patience, and Charlie gritted his teeth, leaning his forehead beside his hand, waiting for Larry to shut up so he could think. "And I am astounded by the work you've already done. But it's 2:18 AM, and to the best of my recollection you haven't eaten--"
"I'm fine," Charlie insisted with a dismissive wave. "The whole point of academia--"
"Even ivory towers have clocks, Charles." Who closed his eyes, ignoring his own exhausted shivers. He had to keep working, the answer he needed was so close--
Larry set one hand, very lightly, one third of the way down Charlie's spine. Charlie jumped, his teeth knocking together, all his nerves jangling like a badly struck chord. But the wave of surprise died away, Larry's hand radiating warmth in its wake that spread soothingly down Charlie's thrumming nerves, melting his resistance.
Charlie slumped, smiling blearily, watching Larry smile at his vision's edge. "Okay," he said in surrender. "Okay."
