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Title: Another Planet's Sky (Part 1 of 2)
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Amita/Charlie/David
Summary: Charlie and Amita hug David. A lot. Mostly while naked.
Warnings: Slash, het, threesome. Set between Season 3 and Season 4, right after The Janus List, with attendant spoilers.
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Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
Eight days later, Don took the remainder of them out for drinks. It wasn't to celebrate, even though they'd found the Janus List and saved a reporter; none of them could feel good about how the case had turned out, so they huddled together around a corner table. Leaning on Charlie as she sipped a glass of wine, Amita thought uncomfortably that it was all like a funeral for the family black sheep, long stretches of quiet broken by little flurries of effortful chatter as everyone struggled to talk around the hole in the team.
Or didn't even try, in David's case. Under Megan's approving smile, Amita had sat beside him on purpose, but all evening he'd just nursed his beer and smiled vaguely at her attempts at conversation, his usual brilliant grin completely absent. They'd given away the chair on his other side, but the empty space was still there.
Across the table Don glanced sideways at them, his forehead creased with the same concern as when he'd told Amita about Charlie's encounter with a hitman. Brief spikes of that wild panic kept hitting her at random moments, and now she pressed a little harder against Charlie's reassuringly bony shoulder, considered her half-empty glass, and wondered if maybe alcohol wasn't really helping.
When Larry and Megan stood up, holding hands, Amita knew she wasn't the only one looking up with relief. "The Earth perpetually turns towards the sunrise," Larry said, "and so the late must come before the early."
Megan smiled fondly at him, charmed as ever by the Fleinhardtese. "Goodnight, guys," she said, looking at each of them in turn. "Don't stay out too late." Or drink too much, Amita couldn't help adding, even if just mentally, as they eased around the table.
Don watched them go as he turned to Liz. "Do you--" she shrugged, nodding, and Don nodded back and looked across the table again. "I think they've got the right idea. Maybe we should all call it a night."
"Yeah, that works," Charlie said evenly, but at the edge of her vision Amita saw his eyes shift. She glanced over and he caught her gaze, then purposefully looked past her to David.
Amita's eyes widened. Charlie had seemed okay enough tonight, if as subdued as everyone else, and it was a nice surprise to find they were thinking along the same lines. When he checked her reaction his eyes went round, then his eyebrows tilted down in a little glare, and she shook her head, smiling her agreement. Charlie's eyebrows tipped up in confusion until he realized it was his perceptiveness that had startled her; the resulting flare of indignation across his face almost made Amita giggle despite everything, stifling herself as she rolled her eyes.
Charlie waggled his eyebrows at her, then warily glanced at Don, but he and Liz were having their own silent conversation as they got up, heads lowered and smiles almost shy. "Bye," Liz said, waving, and that left just the three of them.
As David sighed and stood up Amita glanced at Charlie again, letting him take the lead since he probably thought he had a plan. David cleared his throat, his smile so soft it hurt to see, but Charlie spoke up first. "Aww, come on." His encouraging, never-give-up voice, the one he used when students said they couldn't understand the math, when Amita had sworn she was quitting the Ph.D program. "I guess all the old people need their beauty sleep, but Amita and I aren't tired yet, if you're not."
"I dare you to say that to Megan." David looked mildly surprised, but in a good way, eyebrows up and palms flattening on the table.
"She'd just laugh." Amita pushed herself to her feet, tired of the dark bar and the dark mood it held over them. "I think it's Liz who Charlie would need to worry about. But, yeah." Nervousness choked her briefly, but Charlie slipped his hand into hers, and when she mustered up a smile David's broadened into something real. "Do you think you'd like to come back to my apartment with us? For a little while?"
"I think I'd love to," David said, and finally grinned.
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Amita could almost hear the seconds ticking as she procrastinated, turning lights on and off, fussing with her scarf. The mirror showed her bright-eyed, flushed with wine and nervous excitement, and taking it off might just have been too much. Eventually she left the dresser lamp on and the scarf around her neck and made herself emerge from her bedroom; Charlie was clattering around her kitchen but David stood in the hallway, hands behind his back, examining a particular gilded frame. Even before she looked closer Amita knew it was her Tanjore painting of Radharani, glittering in its little square of gold.
David glanced back at her, smiling a little, and Amita's heart caught in her throat. She knew it was silly, but the painting seemed to have become an unofficial test. When Charlie first saw it he'd started talking about brushstroke analysis, and they'd ended up spending ten minutes handing a magnifying glass back and forth while he told her about computer programs that could characterize schools of art. Meanwhile, Jerry, the previous date, had made a monumentally failed joke about the Kama Sutra that in retrospect was a pretty clear sign the evening would go nowhere good. Even though Amita knew she was just being superstitious, she still gulped a deeper breath as she met David's eyes.
"It's beautiful." David's eyes were warm and deep, his hand outstretched; Amita reached out just as he blinked, a little twitch through his broad shoulders as his gaze and hand dropped.
Amita looked at the smooth curve of David's head, at her own hand suspended in midair, and thought she ought to say something, to break the suddenly palpable silence. "Um, thanks," she muttered, folding her arms, and then more brightly, "My grandparents gave me this, it's of the Goddess Radharani." Stepping up beside David, she added, "It's in the traditional style of Thanjavur in Tamil Nadu, our home state."
That was probably a little more than enough. David nodded, just breathing, as for a moment the silence threatened to smother them again; then he shifted, and she turned in time to catch the quick flash of his smile. "Thank you, Amita. You know..." She looked up into his eyes, steady on hers. "I didn't really want to go home tonight. Not now, not after Colby."
No one had directly mentioned Colby all night. Amita's breath caught too loudly, and David winced. He nodded grimly, eyes downcast and smile fading, and Amita wanted to hug him so badly her palms itched to flatten on his shoulders; she clenched her hands, reminding herself that she couldn't, not like that with Charlie about to emerge from the kitchen any moment, not without checking with him.
As if thoughts affected reality, Charlie popped up, grinning brightly. "I set up the coffee machine," he said, draping his arm around Amita's waist, calculations in his eyes. "Let's go sit down?"
Charlie definitely had a plan. He settled David on the couch between them and peered over his shoulder, giving Amita a look through his eyelashes that made her face heat. They'd discussed the possibilities of course, both generalities and specific examples, but... Charlie's eyes glinted with certainty, David was handsome and sad, and Amita was flushing with warmth in patches all over her body, her upper arms and her breasts and the tops of her thighs. She was sure.
So she leaned forward and folded her hand over the breadth of David's, unfamiliar rough patches of gun callouses under her fingers where Charlie's would've been dry with chalk. David's eyes widened and flicked to Charlie, who smiled dazzlingly back, buying Amita a second for a deep breath. "I'm glad you came back with us," she said softly, "because of everything, because of Colby."
They still couldn't say his name without flinching. Even Charlie winced, eyes squeezing shut. David looked down, his hold firming, not quite tightening. "Yeah," he muttered, "My place is a mess anyway." He shrugged a little. "I've gone through every inch of it for bugs. Haven't found anything."
"Maybe..." Amita trailed off, disagreeing with herself before she could finish.
David shook his head, his smile tight and rueful. "Maybe I just can't find it." He glanced up, looking from her to Charlie. "Maybe I just... I keep asking myself how I didn't see it coming, with that old army buddy of his and all. I knew him. At least, I thought I did."
Out of words, Amita squeezed David's hand, and he squeezed back very gently. Charlie leaned forward a little, his hand on David's shoulder, and said, "What color is the sky on Mars?"
Charlie had to have a point, he always did eventually, but Amita had no idea what it could be. At least David was distracted, blinking in confusion. "Um, red?"
Charlie shook his head, in full explanatory mode. "Actually, it's approximately butterscotch, but we didn't know that until the probes sent back color pictures. Our best models before then -- our best math -- indicated a rust-colored sky."
After a moment of waiting to hear what that had to do with anything, Amita nodded. "So...?"
"Well, Mars wasn't even trying." Charlie smiled, finally reaching his conclusion. "My point is, Mars looks different from its surface than it does from the outside, and it's a non-sentient ball of rock. A person putting serious effort into subterfuge can project a very different image from their actual personality."
"Good enough to fool their partners?" David nodded, shoulders tightening. "Thanks, Charlie." He smiled briefly, but didn't really look reassured.
Beyond him, Charlie raised his eyebrows at Amita, and she smiled back. It was a start. "I am sorry," she told David.
His reply was a fierce headshake. "No, this isn't--"
"I know. I mean..." She paused a moment to be sure of the words. "I'm sorry he hurt you."
Charlie nodded slowly, obviously holding his breath; David shook his head harder. "He did a hell of a lot mmph--" Amita kissed him carefully, gently but firmly enough to cut him off, and his hand shook once as it tightened on hers. Just a little, just enough, the same warm pressure when he tilted his head and kissed her back.
Beyond David's ear, Charlie's smile was wide and encouraging, until her eyelids sank shut as David's lips shifted over hers, her head tipping back, his beard softly raspy. He was good, careful enthusiasm and warmth she could taste, and she had to pull away lightheaded while she could at all.
David's eyes opened slowly, sparkling as he smiled at her. Charlie shifted impatiently behind him, and Amita had to press her hand to her mouth, trying not to giggle as David turned. Charlie tilted his chin up, deliberately tossing his curls, and David cupped his jaw in one hand, thumb pushing along his cheekbone; Amita watched David kiss Charlie a little harder than he'd kissed her, watched Charlie's eyelashes tremble as her sensitized lips tingled under her fingers.
When David pulled away Charlie pushed forward, tight against David's side. His eyes were shut, his smile dazed, and Amita couldn't restrain the giggle anymore; then those eyes flashed open, dark and sharp as ever, cutting her off on a gasp.
Charlie grinned, laying his hand on theirs. David murmured warmly, "So, I'm thinking you two didn't invite me over to play pinochle."
"Not really, no." Amita squeezed his hand, stroking Charlie's with her thumb.
"Though we can probably find some cards if--" Charlie pressed right up to David, his smiling lips parting as David pushed a hand into his curls and shut him up with a quick hard kiss.
Charlie sank back, breathing a little rougher, and David murmured, "Nah," hand still in Charlie's hair; Amita knew that wide smile on Charlie's face, but it definitely looked different seeing him nose-to-nose with someone else. "This will do." David turned to her, and his bottomless eyes made her push closer; he whispered, "Just fine," over her mouth and kissed her, a little harder, a little wetter, a little hotter.
Fingertips skimmed Amita's cheek, tracing her jaw, down her neck. She leaned into the touch, into David kissing her, a moan already vibrating low in her throat; then those fingers hooked into her scarf, tugging it away, and that seemed... she leaned back, a little breathless, her scarf sliding around her neck, and saw the end in Charlie's fist, his other hand undoing his shirt buttons. "So," he said, a suggestion in his voice, pausing in unbuttoning to make a little encouraging motion.
David's eyebrows hiked up in pleased shock. "He always this pushy?" he asked Amita.
She had to grin. "When he thinks he knows what's going on."
"Hey!" Charlie jerked the scarf loose and flourished it. "I'm sitting right here."
He really deserved to be teased for that, but all Amita could come up with was, "yeah," because his dark hot eyes made her want to kiss him more than anything. "Yeah, you are." David's hand slipped from hers as Charlie dropped her scarf and cupped her cheek again, David's arm winding around her waist as Charlie kissed her, David's sigh in her ear and Charlie's moan tingling her lips.
Then David brushed his lips over her ear and kissed one side of her jaw, and when she gasped Charlie kissed her more deeply, his tongue sliding along hers, his fingers stroking her other cheek; he pulled back with a little wet sound, his lips a bare inch away, holding her gently in place when she tried to push forward. David sucked a throbbing kiss low on her throat, his eyelashes flicking her skin, and Amita moaned, Charlie's hand on her face trembling in response.
"Don't stop." Charlie's soft command washed over her as if it were physically intensifying her blush, and she looked up into his fascinated gaze. "Or, maybe you should just for a moment, because you have to see how gorgeous she is."
"Charlie," Amita whispered, trying to turn her burning face away, and he held her with both hands as David's chuckle tingled into her. David kissed a warm path up her neck, the lightest press of teeth beneath her ear making her shudder helplessly, and Charlie answered her gasp with an encouraging, "Mm-hmm," as David kissed up over her cheek. He nipped Charlie's fingers and Charlie laughed a little breathlessly, stroking his hand off her face.
The air was hot and thin, or maybe Amita was just already dizzy when David kissed her mouth, firmly enough to feel his strength, so smoothly controlled. He pulled her up off the couch, his chest warm muscle beneath his crisp shirt, his shoulder firm under her gripping hand.
Charlie twined fingers in her hair, David broke the kiss, and they both ogled her until she had to close her eyes. "Absolutely gorgeous," David agreed, and Charlie chuckled triumphantly. At least when David added, "you're not bad yourself, Professor," he made a ridiculously high sound, and David winked at her as Charlie gaped.
Amita decided to be merciful, not that Charlie deserved it. "You're very handsome too, Agent Sinclair," she said primly, watching him grin. Charlie made a little growly noise and lunged across David's lap to plunge both hands into her hair, swallowing her laugh, kissing her until her lips throbbed; he pulled back gasping, his fingers curved tightly to her nape, breathing simultaneously hot and cool across her wet mouth.
Charlie took one more breath, let go of Amita, and reached for David's collar. "May I?" he asked formally, looking up into David's eyes. David returned Charlie's gaze seriously, and Amita stilled, one hand on David's shoulder, one on Charlie's thigh. It was the nearest they'd come to explicitly asking, and definitely the time to do so, before anything else came off. Even so, Amita quivered against David's side, watching Charlie stare unblinkingly up at him, holding her breath and hoping.
Then David smiled and nodded, "Go ahead." Charlie breathed, his grin unfurling; David squeezed Amita gently, his cheek creasing under her light kiss. Charlie wiggled up onto his knees to kiss David, fingers flying down his shirt as David's hand tightened slowly on Amita's waist, the other deep in Charlie's hair. She watched Charlie push into the kiss with open-mouthed fervor, tilting David's head back, and wondered if he looked that fierce when he kissed her, at how strong David looked yielding so gracefully. Charlie's curls fell forward, brushing David's forehead; Amita felt his shiver at the soft touch she knew, and trembled herself with sympathetic heat.
Charlie tugged David's shirt loose, sliding hands beneath to reach his undershirt. "You're wearing too much," he muttered against David's mouth, glancing at Amita from under half-lowered eyelids. "Isn't he?"
Amita had to laugh, and so did David, softly and helplessly as he tried to fend off Charlie's eager hands. "Man, wait, wait. I appreciate the sentiment, but I need to wear this again. Let me sit up." Charlie backed off maybe three inches, and David kissed Amita's temple and let go of her, her knees sinking into the couch cushion as it shifted with him. Pulling off shirt and undershirt he asked, "This better?"
"Distinctly," Charlie said with satisfaction, twisting out of his own shirt. Amita watched them together, Charlie pale with wiry curls, David broad and solid and just dusted with a few crisp hairs, and distractedly reached for her sweater. Halfway through pulling it off Charlie caught her wrist, and she looked up from her mental comparison into his eyes. "Hey, wait."
"I'm overdressed," she said, before she could second-guess herself.
Charlie grinned. "Come here and let me fix that."
Amita rolled her eyes; he always liked handling her clothes. David chuckled like he knew, but then he could probably see it between them. "You'll drop things everywhere," she protested, but Charlie tugged her forward, and David pushed gently on the small of her back, a careful centimeter above her ass, so she shimmied towards Charlie, wiggling into David's hand.
"It's not like they'll go anywhere." Charlie won the debate by kissing her again, sliding his hands down her shoulders. The sweater fell away, Charlie's fingertips tracing Amita's collarbone as David's lips softly brushed her ear; Charlie skimmed his fingers down her chest as if the top weren't there, and just that light touch over her breasts and her ribs made her shiver with certainty. They were really doing this.
Charlie peeled Amita's top off, breaking the kiss at the very last moment, and she dropped her arm around David's neck, glad she'd worn one of her favorite bras. Charlie sat back on his heels, looking at them together with a big gratified grin, and muffling her laugh against David's chest felt both new and already familiar. Under the light cologne she could smell him warming to them, deep and masculine, slightly different from Charlie, hitting that primal layer of nerves that made her heart race and desire coil in her belly.
"Look at you two," Charlie muttered in a low hot voice, and kissed David hungrily; as he pulled back his teeth dented David's bottom lip, raking a furrow in the sheen from Amita's lipstick. There was something oddly vulnerable in Charlie's wide eyes as he curved his hand to Amita's cheek; he kissed her firmly, tongue tracing her lip, teeth sharp just beyond, but he trembled under her hands. She pulled back, catching a breath and finding Charlie's eyes again, and saw the question in them.
Whatever it was... her smile tugged slightly as she nodded, her lips already a little sore, and his answering grin was bright, nearly reassuring enough when he let go and got up. "I'll be right back," Charlie said, walking backwards.
Amita blinked, watching Charlie disappear through the doorway. "Huh," David murmured, "I thought it was just the math."
"Yeah, sometimes I have no idea what he's thinking either." Amita shrugged, making herself pay attention to how good David's arm felt around her waist, trying not to wonder where Charlie was going. "I just keep on after him until I catch up."
"I bet that doesn't take too long." David's hand slipped gently beneath her chin, strong fingers framing her face. "Can I ask you something?" Amita nodded, looking up into David's warm eyes, feeling his thumb lightly brushing her cheek. "Is Charlie always like this?"
Amita considered that for a moment. Interested in sex? "When he's not thinking about math." Pushy? "When he thinks he knows what he's doing." Bossy? "It's part of his charm."
David grinned, lipstick striping his mouth; Amita reached up to smudge it away and he pursed his lips against her fingers. "Are you always like this?"
"No, not usually," Amita said quickly, then thought about her current position, half-undressed and entangled with her handsome guest, with her boyfriend's enthusiastic blessing. "Well, sometimes," she amended, and David laughed, stroking his hand off her face to press hers to his cheek as he kissed her wrist.
"Just on special occasions," David murmured, and just as Amita wondered why they were talking, he leaned in and kissed her. Gently, almost frustratingly gently, his mouth soft and caressing on hers as she wound her arms around his neck and hesitantly curved one hand to his head. Velvety stubble tingled her palm, too short to be scratchy, and she couldn't help running her hand over it, down his cheek as she pressed the kiss harder. When she licked the tender swell where Charlie had bitten him, David breathed a chuckle and pushed a little into the next kiss, and the first light stroke of his tongue made Amita shudder and lunge at him for more. He huffed softly in surprise, catching her shoulder to steady her, and Amita shrugged into his hold until he took the hint and slid his fingers under her bra strap. There, she thought, up on her knees and pressed to him, and when she moaned David growled, sending a shivery thrill straight through her.
"Um," Charlie called from the bedroom, and Amita jumped despite herself. David did too, looking at her wide-eyed for a moment before he laughed quietly, as Charlie continued, "Maybe you could both come in here?"
"I guess he's ready for us," Amita said; David nodded, his eyes shining as he pulled her up. All those kisses made her thighs tremble a little beneath her, but his arm around her waist kept her steady.
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Charlie sat naked on the side of Amita's bed, pink-cheeked and half hard against his thigh, turning a condom packet over in his hand. He did talk in symbols a lot, Amita thought as he smiled and reached up to wrap his hands around her upper arms; the packet crinkled against her skin as he kissed her, pulling her down beside him, reaching past her shoulder to catch David's wrist.
Amita turned, leaning on Charlie, catching David's other hand between hers. David smiled a little distantly, eyes shadowed, standing too far away; they tugged in synch and his eyes widened, then crinkled with his smile. "All right, okay," he said, sitting down. "I'm no match for you two."
"I wouldn't say that," Charlie replied, his hands moving on both their arms. "We seem to make a set."
Before Charlie could really start talking in math, Amita reached back to stroke his cheek, distracting him into kissing the heel of her hand. "Maybe we should match Charlie," she said to distract David, smiling as his eyes brightened.
"You really should," Charlie breathed into her ear, slipping a finger between her bra and her skin to the hooks in back. "You're both severely overdressed." When David shook his head in cheerful disbelief Amita grinned and let Charlie's fearlessness propel her into kissing him, catching his lip between hers as Charlie unhooked her bra. It slid down her arms as Charlie squeezed her shoulders, and their mouths smacked apart when he pulled her back against his chest almost a little roughly. "Mmm, isn't she hot?"
"Smoking," David agreed, one hand light on her knee.
"Oh God, Charlie." Who slid his hands down to Amita's elbows so she couldn't cover her blush, the packet lightly scratching her inner arm, and even with her head turned the curtain of her hair was full of gaps. "I feel like I'm on display."
"My girlfriend," Charlie breathed into her hair, nosing his way in to find her ear, "is brilliant and beautiful. Of course I'm showing you off." Pushy, she thought, laughing, peering through her hair at David just as worry crept into Charlie's voice. "Are you--?"
Amita turned fast, tossing her hair out of her way so Charlie could see her grin. "I'm fine," she said, and kissed him quickly. "Really."
"That's what I said," Charlie told her, and she had to roll her eyes at him as David chuckled warmly in her ear. Then Charlie glanced up at David, his grin dazzling. "Hi," he said invitingly, and David leaned in and kissed him, just a little too urgently to be casual. Listening to Charlie moan, Amita tugged David's hand up her thigh to the fastening of her skirt.
David startled, slightly but all over, pulling back from Charlie to look at her. "Um--"
Worry prodded, but Amita made herself ignore it. "Could you?" she asked, letting go of his wrist. If he didn't want to--
David's megawatt grin dispelled that thought. "I'd love to," he breathed, kissing her as he unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, his fingers unhesitating, his mouth plush and hot and tasting a little like Charlie's. Charlie sighed happily, nibbling her ear as three hands tugged her skirt off with her slip. Two hooked into the waistband of her panties as David moaned against her mouth, and Amita pushed away the impulse to see whose they were, leaning into him as she rocked her hips up, letting her underwear be peeled away.
Charlie kissed her low on her throat, her head tipping against David's chest, and she felt David tremble as Charlie kissed him, a wet hot smack of sound. Then Charlie got up, but this time she was pretty sure he wouldn't go far, and pretty well distracted by David's arms tightening around her, David's hand in her hair as he parted her lips with his. She moaned happily, flattening her palms on his broad chest and pushing until he lay down with her, skin warm on skin.
Charlie's hand settled on her calf, pushing gently. "Lie back a bit?" When she looked up she saw him nodding to David, who obediently rolled onto his back, propping himself on one elbow and pulling Amita half onto his chest. Charlie grinned, sinking to his knees as he unzipped David's pants, and David exhaled a little relieved groan.
Amita watched Charlie strip off David's pants and ease him from his jockeys, and her first sight of David's dick, hard and full under Charlie's pale fingers, sent a jolt through her straight to her clit. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, not wanting to distract them in this moment. "Um," Charlie said, kneeling between David's long, muscular legs, "I was thinking..." Then he shook his head, curls swaying, and looked David in the eye as he asked, "May I blow you?"
David's shocked choking noise covered Amita's little gasp, and she pressed her hand to her mouth and her cheek to David's shoulder, watching Charlie watch David. It wasn't that she was surprised, Charlie had told her about the more carnal education he'd undertaken after his second Master's degree, including a not particularly short list of both male and female names, but hearing about his young adulthood was one thing and watching his mouth form that question, six inches from his hand around David's dick, was another. She clung to David as he took a deep steadying breath, knowing just how he felt.
David made a soft, confused noise, not quite a word. Charlie blinked, tensing to speak, and Amita could almost hear the whirr behind his eyes, his brain well on the way to overclocked. "I mean, I would really like to. I'm probably a little out of practice, and, if you'd rather I--"
David laughed, pulling Amita with him as he sat up. "Charlie, lean back?" Eyes wide, not letting go, Charlie complied, and David caught hold of his shoulder and kissed him, squeezing Amita gently. "I want whatever you two gorgeous brainiacs want to do with me tonight. And man, no, I am not turning down a blow job." David lightly stroked Charlie's lower lip with his thumb. "You're always talking. I wonder what else you can do with this mouth."
Amita hid her giggle against David's shoulder, converting it into a kiss as she shifted up onto her knees behind him. She pressed her hands to his chest and her breasts to his back, feeling him quiver, peeking over his shoulder at Charlie's bright eyes as he tore the packet open with his teeth. "Oh, are you in for a pleasant surprise," she said into David's ear, as seductively as she could.
"Thank you for the good reference, Professor Ramanujan," said Charlie, voice dry and smile shining, hands busy rolling the condom onto David, and Amita smiled against David's nape as he laughed breathlessly, folding his arm backwards diagonally across her waist.
"You're very welcome, Dr. Eppes," Amita murmured, her cheek pressed to David's, watching Charlie wink and close his eyes, his curls falling forward, feeling David laughing right up until Charlie's mouth slid onto him and he gasped.
Link to Part 2
Title: Another Planet's Sky (Part 1 of 2)
Fandom: Numb3rs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Amita/Charlie/David
Summary: Charlie and Amita hug David. A lot. Mostly while naked.
Warnings: Slash, het, threesome. Set between Season 3 and Season 4, right after The Janus List, with attendant spoilers.
All Thanks To:
lomedet, who went above and beyond all wonderfulnesses for me on this.Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
Eight days later, Don took the remainder of them out for drinks. It wasn't to celebrate, even though they'd found the Janus List and saved a reporter; none of them could feel good about how the case had turned out, so they huddled together around a corner table. Leaning on Charlie as she sipped a glass of wine, Amita thought uncomfortably that it was all like a funeral for the family black sheep, long stretches of quiet broken by little flurries of effortful chatter as everyone struggled to talk around the hole in the team.
Or didn't even try, in David's case. Under Megan's approving smile, Amita had sat beside him on purpose, but all evening he'd just nursed his beer and smiled vaguely at her attempts at conversation, his usual brilliant grin completely absent. They'd given away the chair on his other side, but the empty space was still there.
Across the table Don glanced sideways at them, his forehead creased with the same concern as when he'd told Amita about Charlie's encounter with a hitman. Brief spikes of that wild panic kept hitting her at random moments, and now she pressed a little harder against Charlie's reassuringly bony shoulder, considered her half-empty glass, and wondered if maybe alcohol wasn't really helping.
When Larry and Megan stood up, holding hands, Amita knew she wasn't the only one looking up with relief. "The Earth perpetually turns towards the sunrise," Larry said, "and so the late must come before the early."
Megan smiled fondly at him, charmed as ever by the Fleinhardtese. "Goodnight, guys," she said, looking at each of them in turn. "Don't stay out too late." Or drink too much, Amita couldn't help adding, even if just mentally, as they eased around the table.
Don watched them go as he turned to Liz. "Do you--" she shrugged, nodding, and Don nodded back and looked across the table again. "I think they've got the right idea. Maybe we should all call it a night."
"Yeah, that works," Charlie said evenly, but at the edge of her vision Amita saw his eyes shift. She glanced over and he caught her gaze, then purposefully looked past her to David.
Amita's eyes widened. Charlie had seemed okay enough tonight, if as subdued as everyone else, and it was a nice surprise to find they were thinking along the same lines. When he checked her reaction his eyes went round, then his eyebrows tilted down in a little glare, and she shook her head, smiling her agreement. Charlie's eyebrows tipped up in confusion until he realized it was his perceptiveness that had startled her; the resulting flare of indignation across his face almost made Amita giggle despite everything, stifling herself as she rolled her eyes.
Charlie waggled his eyebrows at her, then warily glanced at Don, but he and Liz were having their own silent conversation as they got up, heads lowered and smiles almost shy. "Bye," Liz said, waving, and that left just the three of them.
As David sighed and stood up Amita glanced at Charlie again, letting him take the lead since he probably thought he had a plan. David cleared his throat, his smile so soft it hurt to see, but Charlie spoke up first. "Aww, come on." His encouraging, never-give-up voice, the one he used when students said they couldn't understand the math, when Amita had sworn she was quitting the Ph.D program. "I guess all the old people need their beauty sleep, but Amita and I aren't tired yet, if you're not."
"I dare you to say that to Megan." David looked mildly surprised, but in a good way, eyebrows up and palms flattening on the table.
"She'd just laugh." Amita pushed herself to her feet, tired of the dark bar and the dark mood it held over them. "I think it's Liz who Charlie would need to worry about. But, yeah." Nervousness choked her briefly, but Charlie slipped his hand into hers, and when she mustered up a smile David's broadened into something real. "Do you think you'd like to come back to my apartment with us? For a little while?"
"I think I'd love to," David said, and finally grinned.
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Amita could almost hear the seconds ticking as she procrastinated, turning lights on and off, fussing with her scarf. The mirror showed her bright-eyed, flushed with wine and nervous excitement, and taking it off might just have been too much. Eventually she left the dresser lamp on and the scarf around her neck and made herself emerge from her bedroom; Charlie was clattering around her kitchen but David stood in the hallway, hands behind his back, examining a particular gilded frame. Even before she looked closer Amita knew it was her Tanjore painting of Radharani, glittering in its little square of gold.
David glanced back at her, smiling a little, and Amita's heart caught in her throat. She knew it was silly, but the painting seemed to have become an unofficial test. When Charlie first saw it he'd started talking about brushstroke analysis, and they'd ended up spending ten minutes handing a magnifying glass back and forth while he told her about computer programs that could characterize schools of art. Meanwhile, Jerry, the previous date, had made a monumentally failed joke about the Kama Sutra that in retrospect was a pretty clear sign the evening would go nowhere good. Even though Amita knew she was just being superstitious, she still gulped a deeper breath as she met David's eyes.
"It's beautiful." David's eyes were warm and deep, his hand outstretched; Amita reached out just as he blinked, a little twitch through his broad shoulders as his gaze and hand dropped.
Amita looked at the smooth curve of David's head, at her own hand suspended in midair, and thought she ought to say something, to break the suddenly palpable silence. "Um, thanks," she muttered, folding her arms, and then more brightly, "My grandparents gave me this, it's of the Goddess Radharani." Stepping up beside David, she added, "It's in the traditional style of Thanjavur in Tamil Nadu, our home state."
That was probably a little more than enough. David nodded, just breathing, as for a moment the silence threatened to smother them again; then he shifted, and she turned in time to catch the quick flash of his smile. "Thank you, Amita. You know..." She looked up into his eyes, steady on hers. "I didn't really want to go home tonight. Not now, not after Colby."
No one had directly mentioned Colby all night. Amita's breath caught too loudly, and David winced. He nodded grimly, eyes downcast and smile fading, and Amita wanted to hug him so badly her palms itched to flatten on his shoulders; she clenched her hands, reminding herself that she couldn't, not like that with Charlie about to emerge from the kitchen any moment, not without checking with him.
As if thoughts affected reality, Charlie popped up, grinning brightly. "I set up the coffee machine," he said, draping his arm around Amita's waist, calculations in his eyes. "Let's go sit down?"
Charlie definitely had a plan. He settled David on the couch between them and peered over his shoulder, giving Amita a look through his eyelashes that made her face heat. They'd discussed the possibilities of course, both generalities and specific examples, but... Charlie's eyes glinted with certainty, David was handsome and sad, and Amita was flushing with warmth in patches all over her body, her upper arms and her breasts and the tops of her thighs. She was sure.
So she leaned forward and folded her hand over the breadth of David's, unfamiliar rough patches of gun callouses under her fingers where Charlie's would've been dry with chalk. David's eyes widened and flicked to Charlie, who smiled dazzlingly back, buying Amita a second for a deep breath. "I'm glad you came back with us," she said softly, "because of everything, because of Colby."
They still couldn't say his name without flinching. Even Charlie winced, eyes squeezing shut. David looked down, his hold firming, not quite tightening. "Yeah," he muttered, "My place is a mess anyway." He shrugged a little. "I've gone through every inch of it for bugs. Haven't found anything."
"Maybe..." Amita trailed off, disagreeing with herself before she could finish.
David shook his head, his smile tight and rueful. "Maybe I just can't find it." He glanced up, looking from her to Charlie. "Maybe I just... I keep asking myself how I didn't see it coming, with that old army buddy of his and all. I knew him. At least, I thought I did."
Out of words, Amita squeezed David's hand, and he squeezed back very gently. Charlie leaned forward a little, his hand on David's shoulder, and said, "What color is the sky on Mars?"
Charlie had to have a point, he always did eventually, but Amita had no idea what it could be. At least David was distracted, blinking in confusion. "Um, red?"
Charlie shook his head, in full explanatory mode. "Actually, it's approximately butterscotch, but we didn't know that until the probes sent back color pictures. Our best models before then -- our best math -- indicated a rust-colored sky."
After a moment of waiting to hear what that had to do with anything, Amita nodded. "So...?"
"Well, Mars wasn't even trying." Charlie smiled, finally reaching his conclusion. "My point is, Mars looks different from its surface than it does from the outside, and it's a non-sentient ball of rock. A person putting serious effort into subterfuge can project a very different image from their actual personality."
"Good enough to fool their partners?" David nodded, shoulders tightening. "Thanks, Charlie." He smiled briefly, but didn't really look reassured.
Beyond him, Charlie raised his eyebrows at Amita, and she smiled back. It was a start. "I am sorry," she told David.
His reply was a fierce headshake. "No, this isn't--"
"I know. I mean..." She paused a moment to be sure of the words. "I'm sorry he hurt you."
Charlie nodded slowly, obviously holding his breath; David shook his head harder. "He did a hell of a lot mmph--" Amita kissed him carefully, gently but firmly enough to cut him off, and his hand shook once as it tightened on hers. Just a little, just enough, the same warm pressure when he tilted his head and kissed her back.
Beyond David's ear, Charlie's smile was wide and encouraging, until her eyelids sank shut as David's lips shifted over hers, her head tipping back, his beard softly raspy. He was good, careful enthusiasm and warmth she could taste, and she had to pull away lightheaded while she could at all.
David's eyes opened slowly, sparkling as he smiled at her. Charlie shifted impatiently behind him, and Amita had to press her hand to her mouth, trying not to giggle as David turned. Charlie tilted his chin up, deliberately tossing his curls, and David cupped his jaw in one hand, thumb pushing along his cheekbone; Amita watched David kiss Charlie a little harder than he'd kissed her, watched Charlie's eyelashes tremble as her sensitized lips tingled under her fingers.
When David pulled away Charlie pushed forward, tight against David's side. His eyes were shut, his smile dazed, and Amita couldn't restrain the giggle anymore; then those eyes flashed open, dark and sharp as ever, cutting her off on a gasp.
Charlie grinned, laying his hand on theirs. David murmured warmly, "So, I'm thinking you two didn't invite me over to play pinochle."
"Not really, no." Amita squeezed his hand, stroking Charlie's with her thumb.
"Though we can probably find some cards if--" Charlie pressed right up to David, his smiling lips parting as David pushed a hand into his curls and shut him up with a quick hard kiss.
Charlie sank back, breathing a little rougher, and David murmured, "Nah," hand still in Charlie's hair; Amita knew that wide smile on Charlie's face, but it definitely looked different seeing him nose-to-nose with someone else. "This will do." David turned to her, and his bottomless eyes made her push closer; he whispered, "Just fine," over her mouth and kissed her, a little harder, a little wetter, a little hotter.
Fingertips skimmed Amita's cheek, tracing her jaw, down her neck. She leaned into the touch, into David kissing her, a moan already vibrating low in her throat; then those fingers hooked into her scarf, tugging it away, and that seemed... she leaned back, a little breathless, her scarf sliding around her neck, and saw the end in Charlie's fist, his other hand undoing his shirt buttons. "So," he said, a suggestion in his voice, pausing in unbuttoning to make a little encouraging motion.
David's eyebrows hiked up in pleased shock. "He always this pushy?" he asked Amita.
She had to grin. "When he thinks he knows what's going on."
"Hey!" Charlie jerked the scarf loose and flourished it. "I'm sitting right here."
He really deserved to be teased for that, but all Amita could come up with was, "yeah," because his dark hot eyes made her want to kiss him more than anything. "Yeah, you are." David's hand slipped from hers as Charlie dropped her scarf and cupped her cheek again, David's arm winding around her waist as Charlie kissed her, David's sigh in her ear and Charlie's moan tingling her lips.
Then David brushed his lips over her ear and kissed one side of her jaw, and when she gasped Charlie kissed her more deeply, his tongue sliding along hers, his fingers stroking her other cheek; he pulled back with a little wet sound, his lips a bare inch away, holding her gently in place when she tried to push forward. David sucked a throbbing kiss low on her throat, his eyelashes flicking her skin, and Amita moaned, Charlie's hand on her face trembling in response.
"Don't stop." Charlie's soft command washed over her as if it were physically intensifying her blush, and she looked up into his fascinated gaze. "Or, maybe you should just for a moment, because you have to see how gorgeous she is."
"Charlie," Amita whispered, trying to turn her burning face away, and he held her with both hands as David's chuckle tingled into her. David kissed a warm path up her neck, the lightest press of teeth beneath her ear making her shudder helplessly, and Charlie answered her gasp with an encouraging, "Mm-hmm," as David kissed up over her cheek. He nipped Charlie's fingers and Charlie laughed a little breathlessly, stroking his hand off her face.
The air was hot and thin, or maybe Amita was just already dizzy when David kissed her mouth, firmly enough to feel his strength, so smoothly controlled. He pulled her up off the couch, his chest warm muscle beneath his crisp shirt, his shoulder firm under her gripping hand.
Charlie twined fingers in her hair, David broke the kiss, and they both ogled her until she had to close her eyes. "Absolutely gorgeous," David agreed, and Charlie chuckled triumphantly. At least when David added, "you're not bad yourself, Professor," he made a ridiculously high sound, and David winked at her as Charlie gaped.
Amita decided to be merciful, not that Charlie deserved it. "You're very handsome too, Agent Sinclair," she said primly, watching him grin. Charlie made a little growly noise and lunged across David's lap to plunge both hands into her hair, swallowing her laugh, kissing her until her lips throbbed; he pulled back gasping, his fingers curved tightly to her nape, breathing simultaneously hot and cool across her wet mouth.
Charlie took one more breath, let go of Amita, and reached for David's collar. "May I?" he asked formally, looking up into David's eyes. David returned Charlie's gaze seriously, and Amita stilled, one hand on David's shoulder, one on Charlie's thigh. It was the nearest they'd come to explicitly asking, and definitely the time to do so, before anything else came off. Even so, Amita quivered against David's side, watching Charlie stare unblinkingly up at him, holding her breath and hoping.
Then David smiled and nodded, "Go ahead." Charlie breathed, his grin unfurling; David squeezed Amita gently, his cheek creasing under her light kiss. Charlie wiggled up onto his knees to kiss David, fingers flying down his shirt as David's hand tightened slowly on Amita's waist, the other deep in Charlie's hair. She watched Charlie push into the kiss with open-mouthed fervor, tilting David's head back, and wondered if he looked that fierce when he kissed her, at how strong David looked yielding so gracefully. Charlie's curls fell forward, brushing David's forehead; Amita felt his shiver at the soft touch she knew, and trembled herself with sympathetic heat.
Charlie tugged David's shirt loose, sliding hands beneath to reach his undershirt. "You're wearing too much," he muttered against David's mouth, glancing at Amita from under half-lowered eyelids. "Isn't he?"
Amita had to laugh, and so did David, softly and helplessly as he tried to fend off Charlie's eager hands. "Man, wait, wait. I appreciate the sentiment, but I need to wear this again. Let me sit up." Charlie backed off maybe three inches, and David kissed Amita's temple and let go of her, her knees sinking into the couch cushion as it shifted with him. Pulling off shirt and undershirt he asked, "This better?"
"Distinctly," Charlie said with satisfaction, twisting out of his own shirt. Amita watched them together, Charlie pale with wiry curls, David broad and solid and just dusted with a few crisp hairs, and distractedly reached for her sweater. Halfway through pulling it off Charlie caught her wrist, and she looked up from her mental comparison into his eyes. "Hey, wait."
"I'm overdressed," she said, before she could second-guess herself.
Charlie grinned. "Come here and let me fix that."
Amita rolled her eyes; he always liked handling her clothes. David chuckled like he knew, but then he could probably see it between them. "You'll drop things everywhere," she protested, but Charlie tugged her forward, and David pushed gently on the small of her back, a careful centimeter above her ass, so she shimmied towards Charlie, wiggling into David's hand.
"It's not like they'll go anywhere." Charlie won the debate by kissing her again, sliding his hands down her shoulders. The sweater fell away, Charlie's fingertips tracing Amita's collarbone as David's lips softly brushed her ear; Charlie skimmed his fingers down her chest as if the top weren't there, and just that light touch over her breasts and her ribs made her shiver with certainty. They were really doing this.
Charlie peeled Amita's top off, breaking the kiss at the very last moment, and she dropped her arm around David's neck, glad she'd worn one of her favorite bras. Charlie sat back on his heels, looking at them together with a big gratified grin, and muffling her laugh against David's chest felt both new and already familiar. Under the light cologne she could smell him warming to them, deep and masculine, slightly different from Charlie, hitting that primal layer of nerves that made her heart race and desire coil in her belly.
"Look at you two," Charlie muttered in a low hot voice, and kissed David hungrily; as he pulled back his teeth dented David's bottom lip, raking a furrow in the sheen from Amita's lipstick. There was something oddly vulnerable in Charlie's wide eyes as he curved his hand to Amita's cheek; he kissed her firmly, tongue tracing her lip, teeth sharp just beyond, but he trembled under her hands. She pulled back, catching a breath and finding Charlie's eyes again, and saw the question in them.
Whatever it was... her smile tugged slightly as she nodded, her lips already a little sore, and his answering grin was bright, nearly reassuring enough when he let go and got up. "I'll be right back," Charlie said, walking backwards.
Amita blinked, watching Charlie disappear through the doorway. "Huh," David murmured, "I thought it was just the math."
"Yeah, sometimes I have no idea what he's thinking either." Amita shrugged, making herself pay attention to how good David's arm felt around her waist, trying not to wonder where Charlie was going. "I just keep on after him until I catch up."
"I bet that doesn't take too long." David's hand slipped gently beneath her chin, strong fingers framing her face. "Can I ask you something?" Amita nodded, looking up into David's warm eyes, feeling his thumb lightly brushing her cheek. "Is Charlie always like this?"
Amita considered that for a moment. Interested in sex? "When he's not thinking about math." Pushy? "When he thinks he knows what he's doing." Bossy? "It's part of his charm."
David grinned, lipstick striping his mouth; Amita reached up to smudge it away and he pursed his lips against her fingers. "Are you always like this?"
"No, not usually," Amita said quickly, then thought about her current position, half-undressed and entangled with her handsome guest, with her boyfriend's enthusiastic blessing. "Well, sometimes," she amended, and David laughed, stroking his hand off her face to press hers to his cheek as he kissed her wrist.
"Just on special occasions," David murmured, and just as Amita wondered why they were talking, he leaned in and kissed her. Gently, almost frustratingly gently, his mouth soft and caressing on hers as she wound her arms around his neck and hesitantly curved one hand to his head. Velvety stubble tingled her palm, too short to be scratchy, and she couldn't help running her hand over it, down his cheek as she pressed the kiss harder. When she licked the tender swell where Charlie had bitten him, David breathed a chuckle and pushed a little into the next kiss, and the first light stroke of his tongue made Amita shudder and lunge at him for more. He huffed softly in surprise, catching her shoulder to steady her, and Amita shrugged into his hold until he took the hint and slid his fingers under her bra strap. There, she thought, up on her knees and pressed to him, and when she moaned David growled, sending a shivery thrill straight through her.
"Um," Charlie called from the bedroom, and Amita jumped despite herself. David did too, looking at her wide-eyed for a moment before he laughed quietly, as Charlie continued, "Maybe you could both come in here?"
"I guess he's ready for us," Amita said; David nodded, his eyes shining as he pulled her up. All those kisses made her thighs tremble a little beneath her, but his arm around her waist kept her steady.
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Charlie sat naked on the side of Amita's bed, pink-cheeked and half hard against his thigh, turning a condom packet over in his hand. He did talk in symbols a lot, Amita thought as he smiled and reached up to wrap his hands around her upper arms; the packet crinkled against her skin as he kissed her, pulling her down beside him, reaching past her shoulder to catch David's wrist.
Amita turned, leaning on Charlie, catching David's other hand between hers. David smiled a little distantly, eyes shadowed, standing too far away; they tugged in synch and his eyes widened, then crinkled with his smile. "All right, okay," he said, sitting down. "I'm no match for you two."
"I wouldn't say that," Charlie replied, his hands moving on both their arms. "We seem to make a set."
Before Charlie could really start talking in math, Amita reached back to stroke his cheek, distracting him into kissing the heel of her hand. "Maybe we should match Charlie," she said to distract David, smiling as his eyes brightened.
"You really should," Charlie breathed into her ear, slipping a finger between her bra and her skin to the hooks in back. "You're both severely overdressed." When David shook his head in cheerful disbelief Amita grinned and let Charlie's fearlessness propel her into kissing him, catching his lip between hers as Charlie unhooked her bra. It slid down her arms as Charlie squeezed her shoulders, and their mouths smacked apart when he pulled her back against his chest almost a little roughly. "Mmm, isn't she hot?"
"Smoking," David agreed, one hand light on her knee.
"Oh God, Charlie." Who slid his hands down to Amita's elbows so she couldn't cover her blush, the packet lightly scratching her inner arm, and even with her head turned the curtain of her hair was full of gaps. "I feel like I'm on display."
"My girlfriend," Charlie breathed into her hair, nosing his way in to find her ear, "is brilliant and beautiful. Of course I'm showing you off." Pushy, she thought, laughing, peering through her hair at David just as worry crept into Charlie's voice. "Are you--?"
Amita turned fast, tossing her hair out of her way so Charlie could see her grin. "I'm fine," she said, and kissed him quickly. "Really."
"That's what I said," Charlie told her, and she had to roll her eyes at him as David chuckled warmly in her ear. Then Charlie glanced up at David, his grin dazzling. "Hi," he said invitingly, and David leaned in and kissed him, just a little too urgently to be casual. Listening to Charlie moan, Amita tugged David's hand up her thigh to the fastening of her skirt.
David startled, slightly but all over, pulling back from Charlie to look at her. "Um--"
Worry prodded, but Amita made herself ignore it. "Could you?" she asked, letting go of his wrist. If he didn't want to--
David's megawatt grin dispelled that thought. "I'd love to," he breathed, kissing her as he unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, his fingers unhesitating, his mouth plush and hot and tasting a little like Charlie's. Charlie sighed happily, nibbling her ear as three hands tugged her skirt off with her slip. Two hooked into the waistband of her panties as David moaned against her mouth, and Amita pushed away the impulse to see whose they were, leaning into him as she rocked her hips up, letting her underwear be peeled away.
Charlie kissed her low on her throat, her head tipping against David's chest, and she felt David tremble as Charlie kissed him, a wet hot smack of sound. Then Charlie got up, but this time she was pretty sure he wouldn't go far, and pretty well distracted by David's arms tightening around her, David's hand in her hair as he parted her lips with his. She moaned happily, flattening her palms on his broad chest and pushing until he lay down with her, skin warm on skin.
Charlie's hand settled on her calf, pushing gently. "Lie back a bit?" When she looked up she saw him nodding to David, who obediently rolled onto his back, propping himself on one elbow and pulling Amita half onto his chest. Charlie grinned, sinking to his knees as he unzipped David's pants, and David exhaled a little relieved groan.
Amita watched Charlie strip off David's pants and ease him from his jockeys, and her first sight of David's dick, hard and full under Charlie's pale fingers, sent a jolt through her straight to her clit. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet, not wanting to distract them in this moment. "Um," Charlie said, kneeling between David's long, muscular legs, "I was thinking..." Then he shook his head, curls swaying, and looked David in the eye as he asked, "May I blow you?"
David's shocked choking noise covered Amita's little gasp, and she pressed her hand to her mouth and her cheek to David's shoulder, watching Charlie watch David. It wasn't that she was surprised, Charlie had told her about the more carnal education he'd undertaken after his second Master's degree, including a not particularly short list of both male and female names, but hearing about his young adulthood was one thing and watching his mouth form that question, six inches from his hand around David's dick, was another. She clung to David as he took a deep steadying breath, knowing just how he felt.
David made a soft, confused noise, not quite a word. Charlie blinked, tensing to speak, and Amita could almost hear the whirr behind his eyes, his brain well on the way to overclocked. "I mean, I would really like to. I'm probably a little out of practice, and, if you'd rather I--"
David laughed, pulling Amita with him as he sat up. "Charlie, lean back?" Eyes wide, not letting go, Charlie complied, and David caught hold of his shoulder and kissed him, squeezing Amita gently. "I want whatever you two gorgeous brainiacs want to do with me tonight. And man, no, I am not turning down a blow job." David lightly stroked Charlie's lower lip with his thumb. "You're always talking. I wonder what else you can do with this mouth."
Amita hid her giggle against David's shoulder, converting it into a kiss as she shifted up onto her knees behind him. She pressed her hands to his chest and her breasts to his back, feeling him quiver, peeking over his shoulder at Charlie's bright eyes as he tore the packet open with his teeth. "Oh, are you in for a pleasant surprise," she said into David's ear, as seductively as she could.
"Thank you for the good reference, Professor Ramanujan," said Charlie, voice dry and smile shining, hands busy rolling the condom onto David, and Amita smiled against David's nape as he laughed breathlessly, folding his arm backwards diagonally across her waist.
"You're very welcome, Dr. Eppes," Amita murmured, her cheek pressed to David's, watching Charlie wink and close his eyes, his curls falling forward, feeling David laughing right up until Charlie's mouth slid onto him and he gasped.
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