browngirl

Title: Take Me There
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: R
Pairing: Charlie/Amita
Warnings/Spoilers: Het, no spoilers
All Thanks To:

thewhiteowl, who gave me the idea for this droubble and for the whole sequence. Happy belated birthday to her, too!
Author's Note: Third of Four for the February 2008 Drabble Rewind.
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.

"Hey, Charlie, turn around?"

After jotting a quick note on the empty chalkboard, Charlie complies, and Amita slams him up against it. Topping her full-body tackle with a heady kiss, she bites his lip just sharply enough to accentuate her mouth's softness, pressing her fingers into the palm of his writing hand. Charlie moans with heat and surprise, his head spinning with her scent, his dick filling as she twitches her hips against his.

It takes several accelerating heartbeats for Charlie to even remember his work, let alone to drag his mouth away. "Wow," he murmurs, blinking at Amita's bright-eyed, flushed face. "Wow, I, that--"

"You're coming to bed," she says firmly, brushing her fingers up his fly, his imprisoned dick twitching towards her.

Damn, but he wants to say yes. "I just need to finish--"

"Now," Amita insists, pressing Charlie's hand against the cool board, flicking open his waistband button. "Or, actually, soon. You're about to get really sleepy."

"Buh-- oh," Charlie whimpers, heart lurching as she tucks her silky head under his chin to bite his throat, as she pulls down his zipper and pushes her fingers inside. "Why?"

"Because," Amita tells him, laughter quivering into her voice, "I'm going to make you come."