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browngirlTitle: Another Planet's Sky (Part 2 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 after The Janus List, with attendant spoilers.
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lomedet. *beams muchly*
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
David was fun to watch. David was fun to feel. Amita pressed herself against his back, her lips to the racing pulse in his neck; every time he breathed a laugh, every time he arched and moaned, she felt him all along her front, heated smudges of sensation. Amita kissed David's shoulder slowly, the muscle hard and vibrating under her mouth, as she watched Charlie's head bob, his curls bouncing, his hands splayed on David's sturdy thighs. When Charlie pulled up David inhaled, chest pressing into Amita's hands, nipples hard between her fingers; when he plunged down, David's dick sinking into the reddened ring of his lips, David's fingers trembled on her skin, pulling her even more tightly to him as she and Charlie made him shake and moan and forget.
Amita's lips tingled against David's skin, heat streaming down her body. Every time David moaned, soft and low, it was almost like a finger stroking her, and she thought of how a finger would feel on her pulsing clit, two inside her, but she couldn't pull her hands from the solid planes of David's chest, her gaze from Charlie's hands squeezing.his thighs and Charlie's bouncing head. She thought of winding her fingers into Charlie's shifting curls, of feeling his cheek hollow as he sucked, but she might break his rhythm and she couldn't reach anyway. Instead she bared her teeth against the smooth dense skin over David's shoulder and bit him slowly, his answering growl vibrating through her. She pinched his nipple and he pressed his hand over hers, flattening it to his chest so she felt his pulse pounding in two places at once.
"C'mere, pretty lady," David rumbled, reaching up to cup her head, fingers skimming through her hair. Amita slid around his side, her skin prickling with the friction, and there was just a moment of wildness when he kissed her, an exhilarating hint of roughness. Kissing David, she glanced to Charlie and found him watching them; he winked, his tongue very pink, and reached up to grab her wrist as he closed his eyes, pressing her hand to his head as he pushed down. David moaned against her mouth and her eyes slid shut, her head tipping back as he slipped his tongue between her lips, but she could still feel Charlie, her fingers sunk in his curls. David groaned a laugh as the first shudder hit him, shaking through her like she was inside his skin with him; Amita clutched his shoulder and hung on, feeling Charlie shudder to a stop, his cheeks tensing all the way to his temples as he sucked hard, David's gasps breaking over her mouth as he came.
Then he laughed breathlessly, sliding into a groan as his hands peeled away from Amita's skin and he fell backwards, landing with a little squeak of bedsprings. Amita turned to look at him, his closed eyes and easy smile, as Charlie coughed and shifted under her hand. His cheek was soft under the stubble, the corner of his mouth damply hot, and when she glanced over Charlie grinned triumphantly, absently pitching the condom at the trashbin as he climbed up to straddle David. "Hey," Charlie murmured, checking out their results.
David laughed again, leaning his forehead on Amita's thigh, reaching up. "Hey," he replied, opening his eyes, and Amita watched David palm Charlie's cheek, watched Charlie's grin flare, and didn't know whether she wanted more to watch them kiss or which of them to kiss herself.
Then Charlie glanced sideways, arching an eyebrow at Amita. "You're quiet," he said, leaning up as David wound his arm back around her waist. She parted her lips, thinking of what to say, and Charlie kissed her lightly, tasting like latex and warmth; she made a face, and he snickered and kissed her more deeply. "Mmm?"
"I'm... too busy watching." Amita laid a hand on David's chest, the other on Charlie's back, feeling them both breathe.
"Like what you see?" Charlie asked, smirking. She blushed, reaching for him as she leaned in, and he kissed her, but caught her hand. Surprised, she tilted her head, looking at him curiously; he shook his head sightly, thumb stroking her palm, smiling as he murmured, "I have a few more observations to make," and pressed a kiss to her palm.
Oh, him. Amita sighed, "Charlie," her laugh bubbling up as he kissed her again. He shifted over, gently pushing her down, David tipping sideways towards them; three, then four, hands stroked her skin, their arms warm around her as her back hit the bed.
It was getting challenging to tell whose hands were whose, as Charlie kissed down her throat and David nibbled her ear, as she shuddered, her eyes pressing shut with every tremor. They stroked her belly, her thigh, reverently cradling her breast, and someone gently flicked her nipple, making her gasp against David's lips. He chuckled as he kissed her, beard tingling her heating face, and Amita clutched his arm and moaned into the kiss, rock-hard muscle under her palm and a dented scar beneath her thumb, forgetting more every moment to care about how much noise she was making. Charlie hummed encouragingly, his lips on her temple; her nipple twinged under tweaking fingers, the crackling jolt making her cry out, and David responded with a deep rumble and a deeper kiss. Amita vibrated under them, shaking towards movement, opening to him, wanting more --
-- and suddenly, ow, her scalp burned with a fierce tug. At her sharp panicked noise, David pulled up, and Amita caught a glimpse of his confused worry as she gulped a breath and shouted, "Hair!"
"Oh!" Charlie rolled away and Amita rolled towards David, catching up her hair in her freed hand. "Oh, sorry!"
"Ouch," said David sympathetically, reaching up to cover Amita's hand with his own, pulling her onto his chest. "Not a problem I usually have."
The shock was fading, the pain already gone, and Amita pressed her flaring blush against David's shoulder, laughing self-consciously for a few breaths. "It's okay," she said, feeling empty coolness at her back. "It's okay," she repeated as she twisted, looking for Charlie. "Come back here?"
Charlie stood beside the bed, hands on his hips and gaze distant, and she was tempted to curl her fingers around his still entirely hard dick and tug him back to reality that way. Then he grinned, and his eyes shone for them. "Let's see," he muttered, climbing back in to lean on the headboard, motioning for Amita to lay her head on his lap. "There." He settled her on her back, gathering up her hair, but she turned her head and kissed the side of his erection, brushing her lips along the pulsing vein, and smiled as Charlie and David both gasped. "Oh, God," Charlie choked out, "you feel wonderful... let's make you feel wonderful. David?"
David's hands were easy, broad and restrained on Amita's thighs. "Yeah, Charlie?"
"What do you see?" Charlie cupped Amita's cheek, and she folded her fingers around his wrist, his racing pulse under her fingertips belying his almost cool voice. When she licked him, salt and musk familiar on her tongue, the angle was awkward but it was more than worth it to hear his breathing hitch, to feel him tremble.
David's gaze skimmed up over her like stroking hands. "A very beautiful woman with a really gorgeous mouth. And also a hot curly-topped guy." Charlie laughed, a little high-pitched and reedy, spreading his fingers over the dip and rise of her collarbone. David chuckled in return, leaning towards Charlie, and Amita watched them kiss, shifting her thighs up over David's, biting her lip to restrain a moan at the sight of their mouths moving together, the feel of David's solidity.
"A beautiful woman," Charlie agreed, "who should be kissed, a lot, all over." Amita blushed at that, hotter when they both looked at her until she nodded. David smiled, his arms pillars either side of her as he leaned down to lightly kiss her mouth and the base of her throat, her skin and Charlie's fingers. He held himself up over her, warmth radiating across the gap.
"Charlie, oh." Amita moaned helplessly, struggling to force her eyes open. "I can't concentrate."
"You don't need to." Charlie twined their fingers. "I want to watch you feel this." David murmured encouragingly, mouth soft on the swell of her breast, and she couldn't help a rising moan. "Besides, well, your hair. I don't--"
"Oh, God. Charlie." David's lips closed warmly on her nipple, and Amita was laughing and moaning too much to talk, her eyes flickering shut on Charlie's smile. She writhed deliberately, tugging David's shoulder as hard as she could, and when he looked up she mouthed more than said, "come here."
David came to her, kissing her deeply, gently settling his weight on her. Amita squeezed Charlie's hand and the back of David's neck and gave herself up in earnest, hitching her leg up around David's waist, letting herself make as much noise as she needed to around David's slick hot tongue. David tentatively slid his hand inwards along her thigh, kissing her slowly and sweetly, and she wriggled her hips, pushing into his hand as deliberately as she could.
David got the hint, thumb on her clit and two fingers slipped carefully inside her. She shouted into his mouth with the sheer huge sensation, squeezing around his fingers, twisting against his heated weight, currents of sensation sparkling through her body like light running beneath her skin. Charlie chuckled over them, stroking Amita's fingers on David's head. "Go on," he said, and Amita felt like her heart would explode, and then David did, moving his fingers, his whole body, gathering her up with his arm beneath her shoulders as she arched to meet his thrusts. Their mouths slid apart, David pressing his face to her throat, Amita pressing her head back into Charlie's ropy thigh and crying out, "David, yes, yes yes." They both trembled with her as she came, pleasure searing up her spine, out to her fingers' ends, arching her neck and curling her toes.
"Fuck, yeah," Charlie muttered rapturously. David chuckled over her pulse and kept going. kissing her shoulder, her neck, her face, muffling her scream in another tender kiss. Amita kissed back desperately, losing her rhythm as another orgasm pulsed through her, shaking under David's solidity. She could hear Charlie talking as she came down again, saying, "Oh, fuck, you two don't even know how fucking hot you look like this, how you feel. My God, my Amita. David, she really needs for you to go down on her, right now. Trust me."
Charlie was so determined, so bossy, so himself. That was the same 'trust me' from a thousand explanations of mathematically determined advice, and it made David and Amita collapse in breathless laughter. "You," Amita gasped, Charlie's grin wavering in and out of focus as she blinked, as David kissed her over her heart. "You and your plans."
"Tactical genius," David murmured, lips brushing tingling-damp skin, one hand softly stroking over her ribs and waist. Amita's breath caught between one giggle and the next as David's hand curved around her hip, his mouth sliding hot over her navel, as Charlie trembled with excitement, stroking her hair. He brushed her cheek with his knuckles as David nestled himself between her legs, pressing a lingering kiss to her inner thigh; her skin flickered electric hot and cold, sweat and arousal and the last remnants of nervousness, until he shifted his thumb, replacing it with his warm flexing tongue.
"Yeah, my infinite beauty, come on," Charlie moaned, somehow audible over the roar of blood in her ears, the surge of pleasure up her nerves. Amita heard her own voice, no idea what she was saying; Charlie pressed two fingers to her lips and she sucked them greedily, salt and skin and nervous energy as David stroked her, his mouth plush and nimble on her, as she writhed between them.
"The allowed internal field strength of a star," Charlie murmured, his voice warm and shaking, and Amita opened her mouth to laugh and found herself moaning, Charlie's wet fingers framing her chin. David hummed a questioning noise into her, but kept going with firm strokes and tenderly raspy licks as Charlie poured the scalar virial theorem into her ears until it was like every cell of her body exploded in light, like she was a galaxy composed of supernovas, spinning in infinite space.
Light, and then darkness, and Amita eventually sank back to consciousness, finding herself limp and radiant with David's hand on her belly and his curious voice above her. "Charlie, what was that?"
"An equation to describe Type II supernovas," Charlie replied, his thumb stroking Amita's temple.
David laughed. "Math, in bed. I should've known."
"Come here," Charlie actually growled, and David stopped laughing. Amita blinked open her eyes, feeling tears on her cheeks, and watched Charlie grab David's arm, lean in and kiss him, licking his mouth. "Mmm. You taste good on him," he said, glancing at her with a wink; David rumbled, grabbing Charlie's shoulders and pushing him up against the headboard, and Charlie's eyes went round, then fell shut as David kissed him back.
Amita laughed at that, her post-orgasmic lassitude falling away with every breath. She pushed herself up on nerve-scorched arms, and David reached out to steady her, his arm around her shoulders pulling her in to lean on the headboard and nuzzle Charlie's ear as she wrapped her hand around his dick. He twitched gratifyingly, in her hand and down to the ends of his fingers on the small of her back, and again when she breathed into his ear, "You've been extraordinarily patient, haven't you?"
David let him up with another warm chuckle, and Charlie kissed her so hard her mouth throbbed, his own red and wet when he pulled back to say, "well, good things come to those who wait."
"Charlie, shut up," Amita said lovingly, stroking him as she kissed him, happily dizzy. He gasped a laugh against her mouth, rearing up off the headboard to cup her head and pull her closer, and if David hadn't caught them they would have fallen in a heap.
He did, though, setting them down with an amused snort, kissing Charlie's forehead as he kept kissing Amita. Charlie's hands fluttered, shaking and eager, over her arms and hips and thighs, never quite squeezing, his strength wilder and more wiry than David's. When her lungs began to hurt distractingly despite her pounding pulse, Amita tugged gently on Charlie's damp hair until he let her have air, but he wiggled his tongue in her ear until she lost it again; laughing breathlessly, she tugged more firmly, saying, "Come on, Charlie, I should go get--"
David pressed a condom into her palm. She looked up, and he was sitting on the side of the bed, one leg dangling, watching them with bottomless eyes. "Looks like you could use this."
Amita nodded, but David was so far away. But Charlie was in her arms, trembling and needy, and -- "Oh!" Charlie rolled them both over, settling his head against David's thigh, and David laid a steadying hand on her back as Amita got her knees beneath her.
"This works," Charlie said with a big satisfied grin, tossing his arm backwards across David's thighs, his other hand curved to the swell of Amita's hip. His eyes glinted as they sank shut, lashes dark on his flushed cheeks, head tipped back; he pulsed hard against her belly, his hand pressing individual finger-dents into her hip, and she could've bitten his adam's apple, gotten David to hold him down, possibilities spinning through her thoughts of everything they could do to him.
For the moment, Amita firmed up her hold on Charlie and lengthened her stroke, base to tip and back again, feeling his balls tighten under the heel of her hand as she watched his face. His smile opened into a groan, his forehead creasing down to those kissable little lines between his eyebrows, and he arched into her grip, clutching David's bicep. David watched Charlie too, Amita saw from the corner of her vision, his smile soft and eyes infinitely deep. Charlie was leaking, slicking her hand, and the answering liquid rush within her made her think intently about feeling him come inside her, of seeing if she'd come again herself.
"Oh, fuck, that's so good," Charlie moaned, bucking into her stroke. "I really really need a kiss."
He tugged on David, who chuckled, leaning in obediently. "I didn't even see bossy before, huh?"
Then he hesitated, and his glance to Amita made her smile. "Give him this for me," she said, leaning forward, and David smiled against her mouth before fitting his lips to hers. Charlie's huff had a needy edge -- oh, now he was getting impatient -- and Amita squeezed a little in answer, trading a grin with David as Charlie gasped and she leaned back.
When David kissed him she just had to watch for a moment, Charlie pushing up into it, the shifting muscles in David's shoulders as his fingers sank into Charlie's hair. She watched until she caught herself moaning softly along with them, and then since no one was watching her she tore the condom packet open with her teeth. Charlie shuddered under her fingers as she rolled it on; he dragged in a long deep breath, tugging David to lie down beside him, his eyes flickering open as he said, "Now come here, my beautiful professor. Come here and fuck me."
Amita laughed, a blush flaring down her skin, warmth inside her radiating to meet it. Charlie was so... himself, and if she could have she might have told him how full of himself he was and how much she adored him, how he looked nothing like fragile tucked beside David's larger frame, what a spectacular idea this whole evening was. But in that moment she didn't have the words, her mind hazy with desire, and she didn't have Charlie's gift for speaking in numbers, so she leaned down to kiss him, sensation sparking in her kiss-sore lips, her nipples tingling against his damp chest hair. David braced her with a hand on her waist, and she kissed him too as Charlie's happy groan vibrated in his chest, as the three of them rocked her back onto Charlie.
Charlie felt wonderful as always, filling her up perfectly, but Amita forced her heavy eyelids up to watch Charlie's crinkle, his fingers tighten on David's nape as he kissed David with open-mouthed fierceness. Gripping the sheets either side of Charlie's waist, the bed squeaking beneath them, Amita pushed against their hands, into Charlie's thrusts, biting her lip against the moans reverberating inside her. Her breasts bounced with her rhythm and she almost thought of folding an arm across them; the rhythm was shaking loose, getting wilder, and as Charlie sank back gasping, murmuring something about sines and polar coordinates she couldn't even follow, David looked up at her with gleaming eyes, but his smile somehow eased her self-consciousness about bouncing on her boyfriend under his avid gaze.
Charlie thrashed his head, his throat pulsing tenderly, segueing back into words as he gasped, "oh, Amita, the waves of your spine, you're so fucking gorgeous, you both are, let me watch you kiss again, please." Before Amita could even drag together a reply, David sat up, catching her shoulders in his broad warm hands, thrumming with eagerness but waiting for her to meet him. She braced herself on his sturdy forearms, concentrating on her rhythm against their distractions as Charlie babbled and moaned under her, for as long as she could before her head tipped back and she pressed her mouth to David's just a little too hard.
Never too hard, as he rumbled happily and pulled their bodies tightly flush, as Charlie happily swore, "Yes, fuck, yes," and eagerly squeezed Amita's hips. David tucked one arm around her, his fingers splaying on her shoulder; he curved his other hand tenderly to her breast, cradling it in his palm, thumb stroking her areola as it tightened in tingles. She shuddered and the rhythm shook loose from her mind, settling in her hips, governed at a deeper level than consciousness. "Yes, yes, yes," Charlie chanted, slamming up into her, and Amita whimpered against David's mouth, pleasure surging through her. She was definitely going to come again, and--
And Charlie announced it like it was his idea, his voice breaking as he begged, "come on, Amita, come for me, I need to feel you." David stroked down her belly to set one finger lightly to her, letting her rock into his touch, and Amita came once again with his lips soft over hers, impossible lights flashing behind her eyelids and arcing through her body. Charlie clutched her tightly, crying out sharply, shaking beneath her as if they would disintegrate into one pile, and she clung to David, her thighs nerve-shot and boneless pressed to Charlie's shuddering sides as she felt him come too.
David held her through it until she slumped against his shoulder, bonelessly supported by his arm around her. He chuckled softly, his beard gently raspy as he kissed her forehead and laid her onto Charlie's heaving chest. Still gasping, Charlie slipped his hands up onto Amita's back, his arms damp and strong around her, and she tucked her head beneath his chin, listening to his racing pulse and happy gasping, quivering with both their aftershocks. David lay down again, draping an arm across them both; Charlie's handprints pulsed warmly on her hips, the air was thick with the fragrance of sex, and Amita smiled drowsily, feeling like she could happily lie here forever.
At least until Charlie said, "I think I'm being poked in the hip."
Amita tipped her head up, watching David slide his hand over his face as if he were probably blushing. She leaned over a little, and his ear was definitely hot under her mouth as he shuddered and sighed. "Sorry, Charlie, but you two are ridiculously hot. Especially together."
"I'm not complaining," Charlie said smugly, pushing up on one elbow. Amita rolled off him, her back pressed to David's broad chest; he was hot and hard behind her thigh, and breathed in sharply when she pushed back into him. "Amita? What about you?"
David slumped flat and Amita squirmed around to face him, smiling at his grin of surrender, his cheek blood-hot under her hand. "I'm not tired if you're not," she said, leaning in to kiss David; Charlie slid damply across her back to reach the trashbin, kissing her nape as he wriggled across them to tuck himself to David's other side.
It felt vaguely ungrateful to think that David kissed too softly, but he and Charlie had gotten her to let go, and Amita thought fiercely of making sure to return the favor. She draped her leg over David's, pressing herself to him as she parted her lips over his, until his hand tightened on her back as he shuddered into movement, breathing a low groan and kissing her fervently. Triumph flaring, Amita answered with harder kisses as her lips burned sweetly, moaning encouragingly as she slid her hand down the hard planes of his belly. He felt so good, both pulling her in and giving beneath her, every groaned breath vibrating down her nerves and shoving back her sleepiness.
Then Charlie caught her wrist, and when she tensed with surprise David felt it and let go, his mouth sliding from hers with a wet smack. She looked up as Charlie peeled her hand away, as David gasped beneath her; her hair fell in her eyes and she pushed it back impatiently, halfway between confusion and annoyance. Charlie couldn't possibly have an issue with this, she wondered, and beneath that couldn't help insistently thinking that it was her turn --
Charlie waggled his eyebrows again, his eyes big and bright and devious as he licked up Amita's hand, wrist to fingertips. "Oh," she breathed, watching and feeling two of her fingers slide between Charlie's wet pressing lips, the different curl of his tongue.
"Oh, man." There was a chuckle in David's groan. "You two."
Charlie pulled Amita's hand from his mouth, eyebrows raised invitingly; she nodded, still a little stunned, and he grinned, tipping his face down to David's as he curled her hand around David's dick. "Yeah, us," Charlie murmured, stroking downwards as Amita stroked up, muffling David's moan in a kiss.
Charlie and his plans, but David was right, he was a tactical genius. Besides, they made a damn good team. David shuddered, and Amita glanced back to see Charlie's hand tucked beneath his balls, probably pressing two knuckles like he'd shown her how to do for him. They kissed messily, mouths mashing urgently together, and Amita watched, twisting her hand on each upstroke, brushing her wrist down against Charlie's, heat growing within her until she had to muffle her own gasps against David's shoulder. She moaned again to feel his arm tense as he squeezed her until her ribs creaked a little, feeling his heartbeat through his sweat-musky skin as she slid her mouth down his pulsing jugular.
David rolled his hips up into her hold, trembling with restraint, and Amita lightly bit the rim of his ear, breathing, "yes, we want you to." Charlie pushed up, shoulder tensing as he pressed harder, and David's groan spilled out loud. "Oh, hell, I feel like I'm gonna die."
"No," Charlie murmured intently, sending a shiver of memories down Amita's spine, "you're gonna come for us. We've got you."
David clenched his teeth on a stuttering cry, and Amita wasn't sure if he were laughing or sobbing; he curled, twisting, pushing his face to Amita's breast, Charlie rolling with him to spoon up against his back. Amita stopped moving, David's head tucked under her chin as he shouted once, shaking against her, pulsing in her hand. She folded her arm across David's steel-hard back, holding him awkwardly as he gasped; David pressed hot wet kisses to her collarbones and throat and chin as she watched Charlie watch them with dark liquid eyes, until David kissed her mouth with trembling lips and her eyes wouldn't stay open.
A long kiss, his shoulder easing under her hand, and David slumped back, his eyes sleepy-lidded; Amita returned his soft dazed smile, then let go carefully and looked up at her sticky hand. Suddenly, climbing out of bed and going to wash up seemed like the proverbial journey of a thousand miles. "I should..." she began reluctantly.
Charlie snorted, reached up and grabbed her wrist, briskly scrubbing her hand with her bedsheet. He hung on even though she tugged back. "Charlie, my sheets!"
"What?" he said, eyes sparkling as David laughed softly. "Like we don't have to wash them anyway."
"You are doing the laundry tomorrow," Amita told him before she started laughing helplessly, and when Charlie lifted his hand to her cheek she kissed his wrist, smelling David on his skin, both of them on David's. Charlie smiled at her, and David pressed his cheek warmly to her shoulder, and she felt like if she warmed one more degree she really would melt into a puddle of happiness.
"Amita, Charlie." David turned his head just enough to kiss her collarbone, his fingers easy on her waist. Charlie leaned over, shivering as David skimmed a hand up his back to pull him in for one more kiss. "Thank you both. So much."
Amita shrugged a little. "It was, well, our pleasure." David grinned, eyes closed.
Charlie nodded expansively. "And miss this opportunity for a trinary operation?"
Amita groaned and hid her face against the mattress, responding to David's interrogative hum with, "Just a really bad pun, an awful pun."
"It wasn't that bad," Charlie protested, then belatedly asked, "Um, do you want a pillow?"
"I want you both to stay right here," David said, punctuating the words with a gentle squeeze, his voice soft and thick and sleepy. Amita watched his chest rise and fall, meshing her fingers with Charlie's over David's heart, and smiled as she closed her eyes.
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Amita dreamt of a warm pink sky, of soft wet breezes, until they faded to darkness and soft indoor air and movement at her back; she found herself on her side hugging a pillow as David and Charlie whispered behind her.
"I've imposed on you long enough," David murmured, and her heart lurched and sank. She peeked at the clock, which displayed 2:33; not a good time to go home, even for sturdy FBI agents.
She was just about to roll over when Charlie said, "If I let you go now Amita will kill me." David chuckled softly, and Charlie rushed on, "It's 2-oh-something, there's plenty of room, and we all have tomorrow off. We'll even make you coffee. Really, we'd love for you to stay. And she really would kill me. You'll be saving my life, man."
David's laugh was louder and muffled, Charlie chuckling too. "Okay, okay, twist my arm! I'll stay. I just had to offer, all right? I don't want things to be weird in the morning."
"Really, they won't be." The bed shifted again, David's warm flank settling by Amita's back. "She and I... we've talked about this stuff. Amita's a thousand times smarter than me where it counts. It won't be weird." Amita flushed warmly at that, but kept still.
"All right." David lay down, but the hand that gently brushed Amita's back was at an angle suggesting Charlie's. "Mmm."
Charlie hummed back, then said, very quietly, "You don't really want to go, do you?"
"No, Charlie." Soft noises of movement, of stroking. Amita started to wonder if she should've let them know she was awake, but she just had to hear this. "I really don't. I finally forgot, tonight, between you two hot professors." Charlie sucked in a pleased-sounding breath. "It was like... you took me to another world. But I have to come back to Earth, sooner or later. I have to face reality."
"We all do." Charlie sighed, his fingers brushing Amita's back again. "But not yet, okay? Things will look better in the daytime. It's a fact."
"Proven by math?" David teased, and Charlie laughed softly. "I should find my clothes."
"Well, your pants are on the floor over there, and I think everything else is in the living room." The bed squeaked gently. "Why don't I go find them, while, uh, you keep Amita warm. Just watch out for her hair."
"As I remember things, you were the one who rolled on her hair," David whispered archly, and Charlie's laugh receded with his footsteps. David rolled to snuggle Amita, draping his arm around her waist, and kissed her ear lightly. "You awake, pretty lady?"
Caught out, Amita nodded; she started to lift her head, but David stroked her hair, kissing her nape. "Good job," he murmured. "I didn't know till I felt your heart beating."
"I didn't want to interrupt," Amita whispered.
David chuckled over her ear, pulling up the blanket over them both. "That's all right. I won't tell if you won't." Amita nodded, leaning into David's warmth as he tugged her closer, lulled by his steady breathing. She was drowsing by the time Charlie returned, barely noticing when he turned off the lamp, and as he climbed in and tucked his arm around her she smiled sleepily, sinking back into her dream of radiant warmth and different skies.
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 after The Janus List, with attendant spoilers.
All Thanks To:
lomedet. *beams muchly*Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
David was fun to watch. David was fun to feel. Amita pressed herself against his back, her lips to the racing pulse in his neck; every time he breathed a laugh, every time he arched and moaned, she felt him all along her front, heated smudges of sensation. Amita kissed David's shoulder slowly, the muscle hard and vibrating under her mouth, as she watched Charlie's head bob, his curls bouncing, his hands splayed on David's sturdy thighs. When Charlie pulled up David inhaled, chest pressing into Amita's hands, nipples hard between her fingers; when he plunged down, David's dick sinking into the reddened ring of his lips, David's fingers trembled on her skin, pulling her even more tightly to him as she and Charlie made him shake and moan and forget.
Amita's lips tingled against David's skin, heat streaming down her body. Every time David moaned, soft and low, it was almost like a finger stroking her, and she thought of how a finger would feel on her pulsing clit, two inside her, but she couldn't pull her hands from the solid planes of David's chest, her gaze from Charlie's hands squeezing.his thighs and Charlie's bouncing head. She thought of winding her fingers into Charlie's shifting curls, of feeling his cheek hollow as he sucked, but she might break his rhythm and she couldn't reach anyway. Instead she bared her teeth against the smooth dense skin over David's shoulder and bit him slowly, his answering growl vibrating through her. She pinched his nipple and he pressed his hand over hers, flattening it to his chest so she felt his pulse pounding in two places at once.
"C'mere, pretty lady," David rumbled, reaching up to cup her head, fingers skimming through her hair. Amita slid around his side, her skin prickling with the friction, and there was just a moment of wildness when he kissed her, an exhilarating hint of roughness. Kissing David, she glanced to Charlie and found him watching them; he winked, his tongue very pink, and reached up to grab her wrist as he closed his eyes, pressing her hand to his head as he pushed down. David moaned against her mouth and her eyes slid shut, her head tipping back as he slipped his tongue between her lips, but she could still feel Charlie, her fingers sunk in his curls. David groaned a laugh as the first shudder hit him, shaking through her like she was inside his skin with him; Amita clutched his shoulder and hung on, feeling Charlie shudder to a stop, his cheeks tensing all the way to his temples as he sucked hard, David's gasps breaking over her mouth as he came.
Then he laughed breathlessly, sliding into a groan as his hands peeled away from Amita's skin and he fell backwards, landing with a little squeak of bedsprings. Amita turned to look at him, his closed eyes and easy smile, as Charlie coughed and shifted under her hand. His cheek was soft under the stubble, the corner of his mouth damply hot, and when she glanced over Charlie grinned triumphantly, absently pitching the condom at the trashbin as he climbed up to straddle David. "Hey," Charlie murmured, checking out their results.
David laughed again, leaning his forehead on Amita's thigh, reaching up. "Hey," he replied, opening his eyes, and Amita watched David palm Charlie's cheek, watched Charlie's grin flare, and didn't know whether she wanted more to watch them kiss or which of them to kiss herself.
Then Charlie glanced sideways, arching an eyebrow at Amita. "You're quiet," he said, leaning up as David wound his arm back around her waist. She parted her lips, thinking of what to say, and Charlie kissed her lightly, tasting like latex and warmth; she made a face, and he snickered and kissed her more deeply. "Mmm?"
"I'm... too busy watching." Amita laid a hand on David's chest, the other on Charlie's back, feeling them both breathe.
"Like what you see?" Charlie asked, smirking. She blushed, reaching for him as she leaned in, and he kissed her, but caught her hand. Surprised, she tilted her head, looking at him curiously; he shook his head sightly, thumb stroking her palm, smiling as he murmured, "I have a few more observations to make," and pressed a kiss to her palm.
Oh, him. Amita sighed, "Charlie," her laugh bubbling up as he kissed her again. He shifted over, gently pushing her down, David tipping sideways towards them; three, then four, hands stroked her skin, their arms warm around her as her back hit the bed.
It was getting challenging to tell whose hands were whose, as Charlie kissed down her throat and David nibbled her ear, as she shuddered, her eyes pressing shut with every tremor. They stroked her belly, her thigh, reverently cradling her breast, and someone gently flicked her nipple, making her gasp against David's lips. He chuckled as he kissed her, beard tingling her heating face, and Amita clutched his arm and moaned into the kiss, rock-hard muscle under her palm and a dented scar beneath her thumb, forgetting more every moment to care about how much noise she was making. Charlie hummed encouragingly, his lips on her temple; her nipple twinged under tweaking fingers, the crackling jolt making her cry out, and David responded with a deep rumble and a deeper kiss. Amita vibrated under them, shaking towards movement, opening to him, wanting more --
-- and suddenly, ow, her scalp burned with a fierce tug. At her sharp panicked noise, David pulled up, and Amita caught a glimpse of his confused worry as she gulped a breath and shouted, "Hair!"
"Oh!" Charlie rolled away and Amita rolled towards David, catching up her hair in her freed hand. "Oh, sorry!"
"Ouch," said David sympathetically, reaching up to cover Amita's hand with his own, pulling her onto his chest. "Not a problem I usually have."
The shock was fading, the pain already gone, and Amita pressed her flaring blush against David's shoulder, laughing self-consciously for a few breaths. "It's okay," she said, feeling empty coolness at her back. "It's okay," she repeated as she twisted, looking for Charlie. "Come back here?"
Charlie stood beside the bed, hands on his hips and gaze distant, and she was tempted to curl her fingers around his still entirely hard dick and tug him back to reality that way. Then he grinned, and his eyes shone for them. "Let's see," he muttered, climbing back in to lean on the headboard, motioning for Amita to lay her head on his lap. "There." He settled her on her back, gathering up her hair, but she turned her head and kissed the side of his erection, brushing her lips along the pulsing vein, and smiled as Charlie and David both gasped. "Oh, God," Charlie choked out, "you feel wonderful... let's make you feel wonderful. David?"
David's hands were easy, broad and restrained on Amita's thighs. "Yeah, Charlie?"
"What do you see?" Charlie cupped Amita's cheek, and she folded her fingers around his wrist, his racing pulse under her fingertips belying his almost cool voice. When she licked him, salt and musk familiar on her tongue, the angle was awkward but it was more than worth it to hear his breathing hitch, to feel him tremble.
David's gaze skimmed up over her like stroking hands. "A very beautiful woman with a really gorgeous mouth. And also a hot curly-topped guy." Charlie laughed, a little high-pitched and reedy, spreading his fingers over the dip and rise of her collarbone. David chuckled in return, leaning towards Charlie, and Amita watched them kiss, shifting her thighs up over David's, biting her lip to restrain a moan at the sight of their mouths moving together, the feel of David's solidity.
"A beautiful woman," Charlie agreed, "who should be kissed, a lot, all over." Amita blushed at that, hotter when they both looked at her until she nodded. David smiled, his arms pillars either side of her as he leaned down to lightly kiss her mouth and the base of her throat, her skin and Charlie's fingers. He held himself up over her, warmth radiating across the gap.
"Charlie, oh." Amita moaned helplessly, struggling to force her eyes open. "I can't concentrate."
"You don't need to." Charlie twined their fingers. "I want to watch you feel this." David murmured encouragingly, mouth soft on the swell of her breast, and she couldn't help a rising moan. "Besides, well, your hair. I don't--"
"Oh, God. Charlie." David's lips closed warmly on her nipple, and Amita was laughing and moaning too much to talk, her eyes flickering shut on Charlie's smile. She writhed deliberately, tugging David's shoulder as hard as she could, and when he looked up she mouthed more than said, "come here."
David came to her, kissing her deeply, gently settling his weight on her. Amita squeezed Charlie's hand and the back of David's neck and gave herself up in earnest, hitching her leg up around David's waist, letting herself make as much noise as she needed to around David's slick hot tongue. David tentatively slid his hand inwards along her thigh, kissing her slowly and sweetly, and she wriggled her hips, pushing into his hand as deliberately as she could.
David got the hint, thumb on her clit and two fingers slipped carefully inside her. She shouted into his mouth with the sheer huge sensation, squeezing around his fingers, twisting against his heated weight, currents of sensation sparkling through her body like light running beneath her skin. Charlie chuckled over them, stroking Amita's fingers on David's head. "Go on," he said, and Amita felt like her heart would explode, and then David did, moving his fingers, his whole body, gathering her up with his arm beneath her shoulders as she arched to meet his thrusts. Their mouths slid apart, David pressing his face to her throat, Amita pressing her head back into Charlie's ropy thigh and crying out, "David, yes, yes yes." They both trembled with her as she came, pleasure searing up her spine, out to her fingers' ends, arching her neck and curling her toes.
"Fuck, yeah," Charlie muttered rapturously. David chuckled over her pulse and kept going. kissing her shoulder, her neck, her face, muffling her scream in another tender kiss. Amita kissed back desperately, losing her rhythm as another orgasm pulsed through her, shaking under David's solidity. She could hear Charlie talking as she came down again, saying, "Oh, fuck, you two don't even know how fucking hot you look like this, how you feel. My God, my Amita. David, she really needs for you to go down on her, right now. Trust me."
Charlie was so determined, so bossy, so himself. That was the same 'trust me' from a thousand explanations of mathematically determined advice, and it made David and Amita collapse in breathless laughter. "You," Amita gasped, Charlie's grin wavering in and out of focus as she blinked, as David kissed her over her heart. "You and your plans."
"Tactical genius," David murmured, lips brushing tingling-damp skin, one hand softly stroking over her ribs and waist. Amita's breath caught between one giggle and the next as David's hand curved around her hip, his mouth sliding hot over her navel, as Charlie trembled with excitement, stroking her hair. He brushed her cheek with his knuckles as David nestled himself between her legs, pressing a lingering kiss to her inner thigh; her skin flickered electric hot and cold, sweat and arousal and the last remnants of nervousness, until he shifted his thumb, replacing it with his warm flexing tongue.
"Yeah, my infinite beauty, come on," Charlie moaned, somehow audible over the roar of blood in her ears, the surge of pleasure up her nerves. Amita heard her own voice, no idea what she was saying; Charlie pressed two fingers to her lips and she sucked them greedily, salt and skin and nervous energy as David stroked her, his mouth plush and nimble on her, as she writhed between them.
"The allowed internal field strength of a star," Charlie murmured, his voice warm and shaking, and Amita opened her mouth to laugh and found herself moaning, Charlie's wet fingers framing her chin. David hummed a questioning noise into her, but kept going with firm strokes and tenderly raspy licks as Charlie poured the scalar virial theorem into her ears until it was like every cell of her body exploded in light, like she was a galaxy composed of supernovas, spinning in infinite space.
Light, and then darkness, and Amita eventually sank back to consciousness, finding herself limp and radiant with David's hand on her belly and his curious voice above her. "Charlie, what was that?"
"An equation to describe Type II supernovas," Charlie replied, his thumb stroking Amita's temple.
David laughed. "Math, in bed. I should've known."
"Come here," Charlie actually growled, and David stopped laughing. Amita blinked open her eyes, feeling tears on her cheeks, and watched Charlie grab David's arm, lean in and kiss him, licking his mouth. "Mmm. You taste good on him," he said, glancing at her with a wink; David rumbled, grabbing Charlie's shoulders and pushing him up against the headboard, and Charlie's eyes went round, then fell shut as David kissed him back.
Amita laughed at that, her post-orgasmic lassitude falling away with every breath. She pushed herself up on nerve-scorched arms, and David reached out to steady her, his arm around her shoulders pulling her in to lean on the headboard and nuzzle Charlie's ear as she wrapped her hand around his dick. He twitched gratifyingly, in her hand and down to the ends of his fingers on the small of her back, and again when she breathed into his ear, "You've been extraordinarily patient, haven't you?"
David let him up with another warm chuckle, and Charlie kissed her so hard her mouth throbbed, his own red and wet when he pulled back to say, "well, good things come to those who wait."
"Charlie, shut up," Amita said lovingly, stroking him as she kissed him, happily dizzy. He gasped a laugh against her mouth, rearing up off the headboard to cup her head and pull her closer, and if David hadn't caught them they would have fallen in a heap.
He did, though, setting them down with an amused snort, kissing Charlie's forehead as he kept kissing Amita. Charlie's hands fluttered, shaking and eager, over her arms and hips and thighs, never quite squeezing, his strength wilder and more wiry than David's. When her lungs began to hurt distractingly despite her pounding pulse, Amita tugged gently on Charlie's damp hair until he let her have air, but he wiggled his tongue in her ear until she lost it again; laughing breathlessly, she tugged more firmly, saying, "Come on, Charlie, I should go get--"
David pressed a condom into her palm. She looked up, and he was sitting on the side of the bed, one leg dangling, watching them with bottomless eyes. "Looks like you could use this."
Amita nodded, but David was so far away. But Charlie was in her arms, trembling and needy, and -- "Oh!" Charlie rolled them both over, settling his head against David's thigh, and David laid a steadying hand on her back as Amita got her knees beneath her.
"This works," Charlie said with a big satisfied grin, tossing his arm backwards across David's thighs, his other hand curved to the swell of Amita's hip. His eyes glinted as they sank shut, lashes dark on his flushed cheeks, head tipped back; he pulsed hard against her belly, his hand pressing individual finger-dents into her hip, and she could've bitten his adam's apple, gotten David to hold him down, possibilities spinning through her thoughts of everything they could do to him.
For the moment, Amita firmed up her hold on Charlie and lengthened her stroke, base to tip and back again, feeling his balls tighten under the heel of her hand as she watched his face. His smile opened into a groan, his forehead creasing down to those kissable little lines between his eyebrows, and he arched into her grip, clutching David's bicep. David watched Charlie too, Amita saw from the corner of her vision, his smile soft and eyes infinitely deep. Charlie was leaking, slicking her hand, and the answering liquid rush within her made her think intently about feeling him come inside her, of seeing if she'd come again herself.
"Oh, fuck, that's so good," Charlie moaned, bucking into her stroke. "I really really need a kiss."
He tugged on David, who chuckled, leaning in obediently. "I didn't even see bossy before, huh?"
Then he hesitated, and his glance to Amita made her smile. "Give him this for me," she said, leaning forward, and David smiled against her mouth before fitting his lips to hers. Charlie's huff had a needy edge -- oh, now he was getting impatient -- and Amita squeezed a little in answer, trading a grin with David as Charlie gasped and she leaned back.
When David kissed him she just had to watch for a moment, Charlie pushing up into it, the shifting muscles in David's shoulders as his fingers sank into Charlie's hair. She watched until she caught herself moaning softly along with them, and then since no one was watching her she tore the condom packet open with her teeth. Charlie shuddered under her fingers as she rolled it on; he dragged in a long deep breath, tugging David to lie down beside him, his eyes flickering open as he said, "Now come here, my beautiful professor. Come here and fuck me."
Amita laughed, a blush flaring down her skin, warmth inside her radiating to meet it. Charlie was so... himself, and if she could have she might have told him how full of himself he was and how much she adored him, how he looked nothing like fragile tucked beside David's larger frame, what a spectacular idea this whole evening was. But in that moment she didn't have the words, her mind hazy with desire, and she didn't have Charlie's gift for speaking in numbers, so she leaned down to kiss him, sensation sparking in her kiss-sore lips, her nipples tingling against his damp chest hair. David braced her with a hand on her waist, and she kissed him too as Charlie's happy groan vibrated in his chest, as the three of them rocked her back onto Charlie.
Charlie felt wonderful as always, filling her up perfectly, but Amita forced her heavy eyelids up to watch Charlie's crinkle, his fingers tighten on David's nape as he kissed David with open-mouthed fierceness. Gripping the sheets either side of Charlie's waist, the bed squeaking beneath them, Amita pushed against their hands, into Charlie's thrusts, biting her lip against the moans reverberating inside her. Her breasts bounced with her rhythm and she almost thought of folding an arm across them; the rhythm was shaking loose, getting wilder, and as Charlie sank back gasping, murmuring something about sines and polar coordinates she couldn't even follow, David looked up at her with gleaming eyes, but his smile somehow eased her self-consciousness about bouncing on her boyfriend under his avid gaze.
Charlie thrashed his head, his throat pulsing tenderly, segueing back into words as he gasped, "oh, Amita, the waves of your spine, you're so fucking gorgeous, you both are, let me watch you kiss again, please." Before Amita could even drag together a reply, David sat up, catching her shoulders in his broad warm hands, thrumming with eagerness but waiting for her to meet him. She braced herself on his sturdy forearms, concentrating on her rhythm against their distractions as Charlie babbled and moaned under her, for as long as she could before her head tipped back and she pressed her mouth to David's just a little too hard.
Never too hard, as he rumbled happily and pulled their bodies tightly flush, as Charlie happily swore, "Yes, fuck, yes," and eagerly squeezed Amita's hips. David tucked one arm around her, his fingers splaying on her shoulder; he curved his other hand tenderly to her breast, cradling it in his palm, thumb stroking her areola as it tightened in tingles. She shuddered and the rhythm shook loose from her mind, settling in her hips, governed at a deeper level than consciousness. "Yes, yes, yes," Charlie chanted, slamming up into her, and Amita whimpered against David's mouth, pleasure surging through her. She was definitely going to come again, and--
And Charlie announced it like it was his idea, his voice breaking as he begged, "come on, Amita, come for me, I need to feel you." David stroked down her belly to set one finger lightly to her, letting her rock into his touch, and Amita came once again with his lips soft over hers, impossible lights flashing behind her eyelids and arcing through her body. Charlie clutched her tightly, crying out sharply, shaking beneath her as if they would disintegrate into one pile, and she clung to David, her thighs nerve-shot and boneless pressed to Charlie's shuddering sides as she felt him come too.
David held her through it until she slumped against his shoulder, bonelessly supported by his arm around her. He chuckled softly, his beard gently raspy as he kissed her forehead and laid her onto Charlie's heaving chest. Still gasping, Charlie slipped his hands up onto Amita's back, his arms damp and strong around her, and she tucked her head beneath his chin, listening to his racing pulse and happy gasping, quivering with both their aftershocks. David lay down again, draping an arm across them both; Charlie's handprints pulsed warmly on her hips, the air was thick with the fragrance of sex, and Amita smiled drowsily, feeling like she could happily lie here forever.
At least until Charlie said, "I think I'm being poked in the hip."
Amita tipped her head up, watching David slide his hand over his face as if he were probably blushing. She leaned over a little, and his ear was definitely hot under her mouth as he shuddered and sighed. "Sorry, Charlie, but you two are ridiculously hot. Especially together."
"I'm not complaining," Charlie said smugly, pushing up on one elbow. Amita rolled off him, her back pressed to David's broad chest; he was hot and hard behind her thigh, and breathed in sharply when she pushed back into him. "Amita? What about you?"
David slumped flat and Amita squirmed around to face him, smiling at his grin of surrender, his cheek blood-hot under her hand. "I'm not tired if you're not," she said, leaning in to kiss David; Charlie slid damply across her back to reach the trashbin, kissing her nape as he wriggled across them to tuck himself to David's other side.
It felt vaguely ungrateful to think that David kissed too softly, but he and Charlie had gotten her to let go, and Amita thought fiercely of making sure to return the favor. She draped her leg over David's, pressing herself to him as she parted her lips over his, until his hand tightened on her back as he shuddered into movement, breathing a low groan and kissing her fervently. Triumph flaring, Amita answered with harder kisses as her lips burned sweetly, moaning encouragingly as she slid her hand down the hard planes of his belly. He felt so good, both pulling her in and giving beneath her, every groaned breath vibrating down her nerves and shoving back her sleepiness.
Then Charlie caught her wrist, and when she tensed with surprise David felt it and let go, his mouth sliding from hers with a wet smack. She looked up as Charlie peeled her hand away, as David gasped beneath her; her hair fell in her eyes and she pushed it back impatiently, halfway between confusion and annoyance. Charlie couldn't possibly have an issue with this, she wondered, and beneath that couldn't help insistently thinking that it was her turn --
Charlie waggled his eyebrows again, his eyes big and bright and devious as he licked up Amita's hand, wrist to fingertips. "Oh," she breathed, watching and feeling two of her fingers slide between Charlie's wet pressing lips, the different curl of his tongue.
"Oh, man." There was a chuckle in David's groan. "You two."
Charlie pulled Amita's hand from his mouth, eyebrows raised invitingly; she nodded, still a little stunned, and he grinned, tipping his face down to David's as he curled her hand around David's dick. "Yeah, us," Charlie murmured, stroking downwards as Amita stroked up, muffling David's moan in a kiss.
Charlie and his plans, but David was right, he was a tactical genius. Besides, they made a damn good team. David shuddered, and Amita glanced back to see Charlie's hand tucked beneath his balls, probably pressing two knuckles like he'd shown her how to do for him. They kissed messily, mouths mashing urgently together, and Amita watched, twisting her hand on each upstroke, brushing her wrist down against Charlie's, heat growing within her until she had to muffle her own gasps against David's shoulder. She moaned again to feel his arm tense as he squeezed her until her ribs creaked a little, feeling his heartbeat through his sweat-musky skin as she slid her mouth down his pulsing jugular.
David rolled his hips up into her hold, trembling with restraint, and Amita lightly bit the rim of his ear, breathing, "yes, we want you to." Charlie pushed up, shoulder tensing as he pressed harder, and David's groan spilled out loud. "Oh, hell, I feel like I'm gonna die."
"No," Charlie murmured intently, sending a shiver of memories down Amita's spine, "you're gonna come for us. We've got you."
David clenched his teeth on a stuttering cry, and Amita wasn't sure if he were laughing or sobbing; he curled, twisting, pushing his face to Amita's breast, Charlie rolling with him to spoon up against his back. Amita stopped moving, David's head tucked under her chin as he shouted once, shaking against her, pulsing in her hand. She folded her arm across David's steel-hard back, holding him awkwardly as he gasped; David pressed hot wet kisses to her collarbones and throat and chin as she watched Charlie watch them with dark liquid eyes, until David kissed her mouth with trembling lips and her eyes wouldn't stay open.
A long kiss, his shoulder easing under her hand, and David slumped back, his eyes sleepy-lidded; Amita returned his soft dazed smile, then let go carefully and looked up at her sticky hand. Suddenly, climbing out of bed and going to wash up seemed like the proverbial journey of a thousand miles. "I should..." she began reluctantly.
Charlie snorted, reached up and grabbed her wrist, briskly scrubbing her hand with her bedsheet. He hung on even though she tugged back. "Charlie, my sheets!"
"What?" he said, eyes sparkling as David laughed softly. "Like we don't have to wash them anyway."
"You are doing the laundry tomorrow," Amita told him before she started laughing helplessly, and when Charlie lifted his hand to her cheek she kissed his wrist, smelling David on his skin, both of them on David's. Charlie smiled at her, and David pressed his cheek warmly to her shoulder, and she felt like if she warmed one more degree she really would melt into a puddle of happiness.
"Amita, Charlie." David turned his head just enough to kiss her collarbone, his fingers easy on her waist. Charlie leaned over, shivering as David skimmed a hand up his back to pull him in for one more kiss. "Thank you both. So much."
Amita shrugged a little. "It was, well, our pleasure." David grinned, eyes closed.
Charlie nodded expansively. "And miss this opportunity for a trinary operation?"
Amita groaned and hid her face against the mattress, responding to David's interrogative hum with, "Just a really bad pun, an awful pun."
"It wasn't that bad," Charlie protested, then belatedly asked, "Um, do you want a pillow?"
"I want you both to stay right here," David said, punctuating the words with a gentle squeeze, his voice soft and thick and sleepy. Amita watched his chest rise and fall, meshing her fingers with Charlie's over David's heart, and smiled as she closed her eyes.
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Amita dreamt of a warm pink sky, of soft wet breezes, until they faded to darkness and soft indoor air and movement at her back; she found herself on her side hugging a pillow as David and Charlie whispered behind her.
"I've imposed on you long enough," David murmured, and her heart lurched and sank. She peeked at the clock, which displayed 2:33; not a good time to go home, even for sturdy FBI agents.
She was just about to roll over when Charlie said, "If I let you go now Amita will kill me." David chuckled softly, and Charlie rushed on, "It's 2-oh-something, there's plenty of room, and we all have tomorrow off. We'll even make you coffee. Really, we'd love for you to stay. And she really would kill me. You'll be saving my life, man."
David's laugh was louder and muffled, Charlie chuckling too. "Okay, okay, twist my arm! I'll stay. I just had to offer, all right? I don't want things to be weird in the morning."
"Really, they won't be." The bed shifted again, David's warm flank settling by Amita's back. "She and I... we've talked about this stuff. Amita's a thousand times smarter than me where it counts. It won't be weird." Amita flushed warmly at that, but kept still.
"All right." David lay down, but the hand that gently brushed Amita's back was at an angle suggesting Charlie's. "Mmm."
Charlie hummed back, then said, very quietly, "You don't really want to go, do you?"
"No, Charlie." Soft noises of movement, of stroking. Amita started to wonder if she should've let them know she was awake, but she just had to hear this. "I really don't. I finally forgot, tonight, between you two hot professors." Charlie sucked in a pleased-sounding breath. "It was like... you took me to another world. But I have to come back to Earth, sooner or later. I have to face reality."
"We all do." Charlie sighed, his fingers brushing Amita's back again. "But not yet, okay? Things will look better in the daytime. It's a fact."
"Proven by math?" David teased, and Charlie laughed softly. "I should find my clothes."
"Well, your pants are on the floor over there, and I think everything else is in the living room." The bed squeaked gently. "Why don't I go find them, while, uh, you keep Amita warm. Just watch out for her hair."
"As I remember things, you were the one who rolled on her hair," David whispered archly, and Charlie's laugh receded with his footsteps. David rolled to snuggle Amita, draping his arm around her waist, and kissed her ear lightly. "You awake, pretty lady?"
Caught out, Amita nodded; she started to lift her head, but David stroked her hair, kissing her nape. "Good job," he murmured. "I didn't know till I felt your heart beating."
"I didn't want to interrupt," Amita whispered.
David chuckled over her ear, pulling up the blanket over them both. "That's all right. I won't tell if you won't." Amita nodded, leaning into David's warmth as he tugged her closer, lulled by his steady breathing. She was drowsing by the time Charlie returned, barely noticing when he turned off the lamp, and as he climbed in and tucked his arm around her she smiled sleepily, sinking back into her dream of radiant warmth and different skies.
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Date: 2009-07-02 09:26 pm (UTC)I love your pushy Charlie.
I also love the realism threaded through the whole thing - the waves of embarrassment she works through, the hair incident, the occasional awkwardness - it lends a certain thrill to see them together in an imperfect world. Brava!
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Date: 2009-07-03 05:32 am (UTC)I tried hard to make it realistically imperfect to ground it, you know? So I'm really glad that worked, and that you liked this. :D
*hugs you warmly*
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Date: 2009-07-06 07:08 am (UTC)This makes me entirely reconciled for all the times my teenboy watched Num3rs (sometimes too melodramatic for me). But this, oh, this is fucking HOT! I am so reccing this, but in the morning, because I'm going to jump my husband.
BTW, the card game is spelled "pinochle" -- just one of those things.
(eta for icon, this needed more than default)
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Date: 2009-07-06 02:16 pm (UTC)(Also, ACK, thank you for that correction. I will go edit once I can stop facepalming.)
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