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perpetual_motionTitle: Bad Ideas
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie/Terry
Rating: R [SEX!]
Summary: Terry, Charlie, a hardwood floor.
Dis: Not mine. CBS’s.
Author’s Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dragonessasmith, who requested it. Hope you like sex. The first half of this story as written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15minuteficlets. The second half was written because I didn't feel the story was finished until they'd *both* finished.
Bad Ideas
By Perpetual Motion
It is, quite undeniably, a terrible idea. Charlie is a very nice guy. He tries very hard to remember how to handle interpersonal relationships, but Terry watches him and knows that he doesn’t actually get it. Women throw themselves on Charlie, thrilled by his brilliance and a need to pet his hair. Charlie is oblivious to the come-ons and the not-at-all veiled requests of a private math lesson with a side of sex. He seems to ignore it all, but Terry knows he registers it on some level. Every time some woman makes a move, he looks at her as if begging for help. He knows Terry will protect him. And Terry knows that she will.
At least until she beds him herself.
It’s a terrible idea. Her history with Don makes the whole issue murky enough, but the fact that Charlie doesn’t quite get interpersonal relationships like most people just makes it worse. He takes Terry’s hand on his arm as friendly. He takes Terry’s straightening of his collar as helpful. He doesn’t seem to notice the way she watches him and licks her lips.
Don notices. Don pulls Terry into the stairwell and gives her a look that he usually reserves for puzzling clues or Charlie when he’s starting to explain how math equals suspect. “What’s going on?”
Terry considers playing dumb, but she’s never been dumb, and she hates games. “I have a terrible urge to fuck your brother.”
“I thought so.” Don opens the door that leads back to the bullpen and gestures Terry ahead of him. “Best of luck.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah.” Don shrugs. “We’re over. We’ve been over. Charlie’s too clueless to really get the clues you’re feeding him. If you get him where you want him, you’ll deserve the chance. Amita’s been after him for months, and he hasn’t noticed.”
Amita, Terry decides, doesn’t understand the art of being direct.
When everything wraps up at the end of the day, Terry offers Charlie a ride home. Don has paperwork, and she knows, thanks to Don’s mention inbetween mathematical meetings, that Mr. Eppes is out of town for the weekend. She drives Charlie home and nods as he talks about numbers and food shopping, and other small things that people talk about when they don’t want a serious conversation but also don’t want silence. When they pull up in front of the house, Terry leans over and kisses Charlie with an open mouth and a hand on his thigh. She isn’t surprised when he pulls away.
“I…” He trails off and looks at her with wild eyes and red lips. “What about Don?”
“Don doesn’t have anything to do with this.” Terry runs her fingers up into Charlie’s hair and scratches his scalp. “Yes or no?” She decides to not bother with bullshit and goes straight for the big issue. She watches Charlie lick his lips and stare at her body.
“Yes.”
And just like that, they’re going to have sex. Terry walks behind Charlie and silently gives him credit for not fumbling his keys. As soon as they’re in the door, he turns around and kisses her again. He presses her against the door and untucks her blouse and trails his fingers over her ribs. All she can do is gasp and suck his bottom lip and get her hands on his belt buckle. He grinds against her, and she smiles with his tongue in her mouth as they stumble to the floor and end up completely naked on the hardwood. She’s been thinking about his fingers for weeks. They’re long and strong-looking, and she’s wondered what they feel like when they’re concentrated on something that isn’t a marker or math.
They feel wonderful. Terry arches and moans and pulls his head down to kiss him again before giving him a push in the general direction of down. Charlie takes the hint and goes to work. When Terry climaxes, she yells, loudly, and she doesn’t give up anyone’s name. She’s breathing hard when Charlie lifts her head and sucks on her hip bone. She grabs him by the hair and tugs until he takes the hint and slides up her body. His dick nudges her, and she sucks in a breath as she wraps her legs around his hips.
“I don’t-“ Charlie’s cut off when Terry shoves her tongue into his mouth and wraps her legs more tightly.
“Depo.” She murmurs against his lips.
“What?” Charlie pulls far enough away to see Terry’s face.
“Depo. The birth control. The shot.” She can’t quite put together proper sentences. She’s hoping he can figure it out and will go ahead and fuck her.
“Ah.” He slides his hips back a little and slides them forward, this time with his dick more than nudging her. He smiles a little when she makes a happy sound and drops his head to lick her breasts.
It should be slow, but Terry’s wound up, and she starts thrusting up until Charlie takes the hint and returns the speed and pressure that she’s looking for. She unwraps her legs from his hips and maneuvers them until they’re over his shoulders. He bites the inside of her thigh, and she hisses as she scrapes her nails down his back. He rides her harder, his rhythm collapsing, until he finally presses one more time and holds very still. Terry’s on the edge, she needs to get off again, and she reaches her fingers down and presses her clit hard. Charlie’s eyes widen as he watches her do it, and she keeps stroking herself as he stares.
“Fuck.” It’s barely more than a breath.
Terry smiles and rubs her clit again, this time for the residual shocks it sends through her system. “Yeah.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Numb3rs
Pairing: Charlie/Terry
Rating: R [SEX!]
Summary: Terry, Charlie, a hardwood floor.
Dis: Not mine. CBS’s.
Author’s Notes: For
dragonessasmith, who requested it. Hope you like sex. The first half of this story as written for 15minuteficlets. The second half was written because I didn't feel the story was finished until they'd *both* finished. Bad Ideas
By Perpetual Motion
It is, quite undeniably, a terrible idea. Charlie is a very nice guy. He tries very hard to remember how to handle interpersonal relationships, but Terry watches him and knows that he doesn’t actually get it. Women throw themselves on Charlie, thrilled by his brilliance and a need to pet his hair. Charlie is oblivious to the come-ons and the not-at-all veiled requests of a private math lesson with a side of sex. He seems to ignore it all, but Terry knows he registers it on some level. Every time some woman makes a move, he looks at her as if begging for help. He knows Terry will protect him. And Terry knows that she will.
At least until she beds him herself.
It’s a terrible idea. Her history with Don makes the whole issue murky enough, but the fact that Charlie doesn’t quite get interpersonal relationships like most people just makes it worse. He takes Terry’s hand on his arm as friendly. He takes Terry’s straightening of his collar as helpful. He doesn’t seem to notice the way she watches him and licks her lips.
Don notices. Don pulls Terry into the stairwell and gives her a look that he usually reserves for puzzling clues or Charlie when he’s starting to explain how math equals suspect. “What’s going on?”
Terry considers playing dumb, but she’s never been dumb, and she hates games. “I have a terrible urge to fuck your brother.”
“I thought so.” Don opens the door that leads back to the bullpen and gestures Terry ahead of him. “Best of luck.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah.” Don shrugs. “We’re over. We’ve been over. Charlie’s too clueless to really get the clues you’re feeding him. If you get him where you want him, you’ll deserve the chance. Amita’s been after him for months, and he hasn’t noticed.”
Amita, Terry decides, doesn’t understand the art of being direct.
When everything wraps up at the end of the day, Terry offers Charlie a ride home. Don has paperwork, and she knows, thanks to Don’s mention inbetween mathematical meetings, that Mr. Eppes is out of town for the weekend. She drives Charlie home and nods as he talks about numbers and food shopping, and other small things that people talk about when they don’t want a serious conversation but also don’t want silence. When they pull up in front of the house, Terry leans over and kisses Charlie with an open mouth and a hand on his thigh. She isn’t surprised when he pulls away.
“I…” He trails off and looks at her with wild eyes and red lips. “What about Don?”
“Don doesn’t have anything to do with this.” Terry runs her fingers up into Charlie’s hair and scratches his scalp. “Yes or no?” She decides to not bother with bullshit and goes straight for the big issue. She watches Charlie lick his lips and stare at her body.
“Yes.”
And just like that, they’re going to have sex. Terry walks behind Charlie and silently gives him credit for not fumbling his keys. As soon as they’re in the door, he turns around and kisses her again. He presses her against the door and untucks her blouse and trails his fingers over her ribs. All she can do is gasp and suck his bottom lip and get her hands on his belt buckle. He grinds against her, and she smiles with his tongue in her mouth as they stumble to the floor and end up completely naked on the hardwood. She’s been thinking about his fingers for weeks. They’re long and strong-looking, and she’s wondered what they feel like when they’re concentrated on something that isn’t a marker or math.
They feel wonderful. Terry arches and moans and pulls his head down to kiss him again before giving him a push in the general direction of down. Charlie takes the hint and goes to work. When Terry climaxes, she yells, loudly, and she doesn’t give up anyone’s name. She’s breathing hard when Charlie lifts her head and sucks on her hip bone. She grabs him by the hair and tugs until he takes the hint and slides up her body. His dick nudges her, and she sucks in a breath as she wraps her legs around his hips.
“I don’t-“ Charlie’s cut off when Terry shoves her tongue into his mouth and wraps her legs more tightly.
“Depo.” She murmurs against his lips.
“What?” Charlie pulls far enough away to see Terry’s face.
“Depo. The birth control. The shot.” She can’t quite put together proper sentences. She’s hoping he can figure it out and will go ahead and fuck her.
“Ah.” He slides his hips back a little and slides them forward, this time with his dick more than nudging her. He smiles a little when she makes a happy sound and drops his head to lick her breasts.
It should be slow, but Terry’s wound up, and she starts thrusting up until Charlie takes the hint and returns the speed and pressure that she’s looking for. She unwraps her legs from his hips and maneuvers them until they’re over his shoulders. He bites the inside of her thigh, and she hisses as she scrapes her nails down his back. He rides her harder, his rhythm collapsing, until he finally presses one more time and holds very still. Terry’s on the edge, she needs to get off again, and she reaches her fingers down and presses her clit hard. Charlie’s eyes widen as he watches her do it, and she keeps stroking herself as he stares.
“Fuck.” It’s barely more than a breath.
Terry smiles and rubs her clit again, this time for the residual shocks it sends through her system. “Yeah.”
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on 2005-03-08 12:18 am (UTC)You are my new most favorite person. Ever. That was absolutely great and squee-inducing and YEAH! Thank you so much! My day was already going pretty good, and you just pushed it past 'I-just-found-a-twenty-on-the-ground' territory into the 'I-found-a-twenty-and-donated-it-to-charity-and-then-found-a-fifty' area. I hope you're having a great day too!
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on 2005-03-08 08:41 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-03-08 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-04-02 09:10 pm (UTC)Love it.
I never went for C/T, but now... oh please, feed us more!