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25 January 2010 @ 06:57 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Leathers  
Posted to numb3rs_het


Title: Leathers
Pairing/Characters: Don/Robin
Rating: R
Spoilers: Seasons 1-5, Shadow Markets, Arm in Arms
Summary: Robin in leather is even hotter than Don had imagined
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


Don leaned into the final turn onto his street to take him home, already wishing the ride had been longer.

Now that he had the motorcycle he no longer dreaded his commute, instead finding it exhilarating. Even though he'd only had to go into the office for a few hours to finish up paperwork today, he'd left feeling a bit drained, but now he was amped and ready for the rest of his weekend.

Spying Robin's car in one of the visitor spots he smiled beneath his helmet. She'd said no to his request to go for a ride this afternoon, saying she wanted to go on a day he didn't have to work at all. Just the promise of Robin in leathers was enough to get him to agree to any of her terms. Her being gone so long for her case in Portland had been a trial for him as well, testing his faithfulness to her since he didn't have sex as his normal respite from bad cases.

Thus the motorcycle, though he never told her that. He needed a release and if sex and alcohol were off the table - he'd promised her he'd cut back on his drinking - the motorcycle was just enough of an adrenaline rush to get him by. Now that she was back - and swearing she was going to turn down any more out of state cases - Don finally felt settled. He had all he needed and the idea of Robin and the motorcycle together was just a happy bonus.

He pulled into the motorcycle parking area of his apartment complex and cut the engine, taking off his helmet as a dark figure stepped from the shadows of the carport.

Don's jaw all but dropped as Robin stood before him in full motorcycle leathers: black leather pants, a jacket unzipped to reveal a skimpy tank beneath and boots with a short stacked heel to them. A helmet swung from one of her manicured hands while the other hand saucily sat on her hip as she waited for his response.

"Oh my," Don murmured. "Somebody check a calendar because I didn't think it was my birthday."

Robin smiled, huffing out a little chuckle. "Call it a welcome home present." She sauntered over, running an appreciative hand over the chrome on the handlebars before letting that hand slide up Don's leather jacketed arm to tug him in for a kiss.

Don lingered over the kiss, tempted to reach out and touch, but holding himself back until he knew what her plans were. It was easy to get tempted looking at her, but going out on a long ride would mean a long wait to strip her out of those leathers as well.

"I thought you didn't want to go for a ride today," he said, ending the kiss.

"I don't, not really," she told him. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I figured the first time you saw me in my leathers we wouldn't make it out the door much less go for a ride so consider this your trial run before the big day." She pulled back, taking in Don and the bike with an appreciative stare. "Then again… There's nothing wrong with taking it for a quick spin around the block, right?"

The corner of Don's mouth crooked up in a wry grin as he started the engine again.

"Hop on then."

Robin put on her helmet and Don did the same, backing the bike out of the parking spot and turning it around. Robin zipped up her jacket and sat nestled behind him, arms around his waist secure, but not too tight.

"Ready when you are," she told him.

"Here we go!"

Don revved the engine and headed out of the parking lot, aiming for Verdugo Boulevard. Once on the arterial, he took some gentle curves on the wide lanes - feeling her hold him a little tighter, yet feeling her expertly lean into the turns - before turning onto a more narrow and winding street.

They took the sharper curves with ease as well, Don feeling like the bike - and Robin - were extensions of his own body. He effortlessly adapted to having her extra weight and mass on the bike, not even having to think about the adjustments needed.

Finally he pulled onto the 2 Freeway and gunned it, zooming down the highway for the two mile trip back to his neighborhood. The wind hit them full force, buffeting all around them, and Don almost laughed at the joy of it all - reveling in the freedom and feel of speed.

Once they pulled off the freeway, Robin nudged him and pointed to a convenience store parking lot. Obeying, Don pulled into it, put down the kickstand and flipped open his helmet to turn to her.

She flipped open her own, grinning widely.

"Move that ass, babe," she said teasingly, giving him a little shove off the bike. "I want a turn."

Don beamed, his face almost hurting with delight as he smiled at the idea.

"Yes, Counselor," he teased, getting off the motorcycle and letting her shift forward and take the handlebars.

She cocked her head to the seat behind her. "Hop on," she told him, mimicking his earlier invitation.

It felt weird sitting behind her, but as he molded his body to hers he couldn't help but react to the feel of his leather clad lover between his legs. He indulged, letting his hands take a trip down the tops of her thighs before wrapping them low across her abdomen.

"Straight home," he told her, his tone low and suggestive. "I'm not sure if I can keep my hands off you long enough for a side trip." To punctuate his message he let a hand slip up under her jacket and shirt to caress the soft skin of her flat stomach.

"Then hang on," she told him. "We'll be back in no time."

They flipped their visors down and Robin pulled out of the parking lot without a hitch and slipped into traffic heading back to Don's apartment building.

She took turns well, a bit faster than normal, but not unsafe - just testing the feel of the bike as Don had done when he first got it. She rode well, a natural, and Don started pondering the idea of talking her into getting her a bike of her own for road trips.

As they neared their destination Don's hands started moving of their own accord, roaming over the slender leather-clad body in front of him. Her ass rubbing against his groin had been escalating his interest as they rode so his impatience was becoming almost arduous.

Robin pulled into the parking lot and drove into the same spot Don had before, cutting the engine and putting the kickstand down before dismounting the bike and all but tearing off her helmet - as Don did the same - then pulling him into a voracious kiss.

Evidently the ride turned on Robin as much as it turned him on.

Her hands gripped the arms of his leather jacket as his gravitated to her ass, cupping the roundness beneath his palms. She slid a hand between them, running it over the front of his jeans, a smile interrupting their kiss.

"See?" she whispered into his mouth. "This is why I didn't want to go for a long ride our first time out."

"Indoors, now," Don protested, finally managing to get off the bike without breaking contact. "Talk later."

Laughing, Robin darted away, dragging him by the hand as their helmets swung in the others. They bolted up to the apartment, Don unlocking it in record time, then tossed their helmets on the couch as they fell into each other's arms.

Don pressed Robin into the wall, hands finally given free rein to soak in all that luxurious leather.

"God, you feel amazing in this get-up. I dreamed about it…"

"But the reality's so much better." Robin reached down to grasp his ass and pull him closer. "I am so buying you a full set of leathers even if they never leave the bedroom. That ass in leather pants might just be criminal."

Don chuckled, mouth hovering over hers.

"I believe there was a plan in here somewhere to be peeling you out of these?"

"Most definitely," Robin murmured as Don's lips dragged down her long graceful neck.

Their movements slowed as Don unzipped her jacket, urgency giving way to a slower relishing of each moment. Pushing it open, he mouthed her nipple through her thin tank top to discover she was braless beneath it. Flicking a look up at her to catch her sly expression, he lowered his head again, shoving her top up to cover her breast with his mouth, laving it with his tongue as her breath hitched in reaction.

He stood up straight long enough to peel the jacket off her arms and toss it aside, revealing what seemed like acres of creamy pale skin, calling to him to touch and taste. Next he crouched down to the floor to remove her boots and socks and his own. As he did she pulled off the tank and tossed it aside.

Don sat back on his haunches to admire the visual of Robin topless wearing only leather pants.

"Just like that," he murmured, taking in her wild hair, kiss reddened lips and bare breasts. "I want to remember this image of you."

"How about this one then?" Robin taunted. She moved her hands to caress her own breasts, making Don's mouth go dry as he gaped, watching her touch herself. One hand skated down her stomach to flip open the buttons of her pants, leaving them undone as she let her fingers graze just inside.

"Holy shit." Don forced his mouth shut, almost watching in a daze. "That's… Yeah…"

Robin smirked, pleased, and pulled off the wall as Don rose, watching her saunter towards the bedroom. "Come on, lover. Time for you to peel these pants off me so I can go for a real ride." She tossed back over her shoulder, "Leave the leather jacket on. I like the way it smells on you."

Don locked the door hurriedly and tossed his keys on the table as he followed her, watching as she crawled catlike onto the bed, showing off her ass to him.

"These… Off…" he said, tugging on them. She lay down on the bed and allowed him to peel them off her hips inch by inch, Don pausing to kiss and lick each newly bared strip of skin. Once he had them off she was naked beneath, not even a tiny thong under them.

Robin sprawled across his bed, stretching her limbs to take up the whole space for a moment before getting back on her hands and knees to crawl over to Don.

"You," she ordered, opening up his jeans. "On the bed. Now."

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied playfully, settling himself on his back on the bed as she crawled over him, tugging his jeans down enough to release him then straddling him, hands pushing up his shirt to run through the dense chest hair beneath.

"Gentlemen," she purred, rubbing against him to drive his excitement higher. "Start your engines."

Grasping her hips, Don shifted her angle just enough to allow himself to drive into her, making her gasp at the abrupt entry. After that point Robin took over, fistfuls of Don's leather coat in her grasp as she rose up over him and he slammed up into her.

Panting hard, the heat of the leather jacket and being almost fully clothed was making him sweat. Little tendrils of hair at the edges of Robin's face were starting to stick as she heated up as well.

Drawing her down to him, he grasped a handful of her hair and crushed their mouths together in a desperate kiss as he bent his knees - planting his feet on the bed to thrust into her deeper.

Robin broke the kiss first, a shuddering moan escaping her lips as she trembled on the edge. Don grabbed a breast roughly, dragging his calloused thumb over the sensitive nub there and she came with a jolt, crying out as her body stiffened, head thrown back as she went rigid with delicious tension.

Don kept going as long as he could, but the friction, the pressure, the heat… It was all too much and he bit his lip to abort the shout that rose up within him as adrenaline surged through his body, setting every nerve ending firing at once, the spark igniting his insides better than any other high.

Robin collapsed onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around her loosely, fingertips trawling up and down her sweat-slicked spine.

"Mmm…" Don hummed into her skin. "Better than a birthday present."

He felt rather than heard Robin's answering chuckle. She finally lifted her head to gaze down at him and he lovingly tucked her damp hair back behind her ears.

"Just wait," she told him, her voice low and suggestive. "Because I am so buying you a full set of riding leathers to go with your bike."

"Oh yeah?" Don smiled, his eyes crinkling up at the sides in mirth. "What's to stop me from buying you a motorcycle to go with your leathers?"

She rolled off him and he followed, turning towards her as they lay legs entwined facing each other on the bed.

"The fact that the Moto Guzzi dealer has one on order for me already?" She smiled at his surprise, clearly relishing the effect the news had on him. "Hey, I didn't get all dolled up like this just for you! I was off doing test drives this morning!" She snuggled in close. "I mean, as much as I like riding behind you, we're going to need two bikes if we're going to road trip."

Don gathered her up in his arms, kissing her contentedly. He hadn't had any doubts about Robin being the right woman for him before, but moments like this served to remind him that he'd made the right choice. She was his and he was happy she chose him to ride by her side.

"I like the way you think, Counselor," he told her.

"Good," she tossed back, letting a hand run down the side of his hip and around to his ass. "Because I'm thinking I should strip you and drag you into the shower for round two. What do you say?"

Don grabbed her, laughing happily, and rolled her on top of him as she let out a little surprised yelp of glee.

"Round two - shower. But for round three? I'm so making you wear my leather jacket."

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on January 26th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
Confession
This was written for melissima's prompt at t_vo0810's new Numb3rs comment fic comm n3rs_commentfic.

I haven't had much time to spend there, what with moving and all, but Mel put up this prompt this weekend: Don/Robin, Motorcycle, "Maybe she found the leather pants?"

Why yes, my slashwife is an evol woman. Hehehe Plus she had insider knowledge - she knew I was dying to write that once I saw that scene.

I confess this is the first fic I've published in months where I simply *felt* like writing it. So much of my work as of late has been for challenges, big bangs or old partials I missed just getting a random bunny from an episode and letting it guide me to write a fic for fun.
So this was supposed to go up tomorrow, but I'm hoping T won't mind the fic going up late since it's, well, pretty people getting steamy in hot leather. /big grin/

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
anniegayle777 on January 29th, 2010 02:50 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
Fire extinguisher alert!!!!! That was so hot and soooo darn sexy. It was also expertly written. Excellent job Emma. I sincerely hope Numb3rs returns next season and we get a lot more of Don and Robin. Until then, could we have chapter two? Please!!!!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on January 29th, 2010 07:04 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
Thanks Anniegayle!

I think the 'fire extinguisher alert' rocks! Hee!

I'm with you - I hope we get another season and plenty of Don/Robin, but for now I have no plans for a sequel, but dang! With the motorcycle and leathers, I can definitely see me straying back to this universe to play again. /big grin/
anniegayle777 on January 30th, 2010 08:00 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
No sequel? Darn!!! I guess we will just have to leave round 2 and 3 to our imaginations. Oooo, that could be dangerous. If you happen to change you mind I am sure there will no shortage of readers.
Ma Yumi: Don1ym4yum1 on October 25th, 2011 03:24 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
I think the 'fire extinguisher alert' rocks!

Agreed!!!!!!!!!!!!!
rubynye: Tilly (Hyel)rubynye on January 26th, 2010 03:52 am (UTC)
Vroom vroom! I'm so glad this was fun to write, because what fun it was to read! And that's so wonderfully Robin, buying her own bike.
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t_vo0810t_vo0810 on January 26th, 2010 04:45 am (UTC)
but I'm hoping T won't mind the fic going up late since it's, well, pretty people getting steamy in hot leather. /big grin/

Nope, T didn't mind a bit. Not even a tiny little bit. GUH. In fact, T was quite happy with this contribution. and now I am even happier knowing you enjoyed writing it as much as we enjoyed reading it. :D

I know I said this before but I ADORE your sexy!Don in this fic. ADORE HIM. Don and Robin are so fun and playful in this fic, I can tell you had fun writing them.

So how's that remix coming? :D:D:D:D:D
Tamanna: Colby smileswingandswirl on January 27th, 2010 08:50 am (UTC)
BRB, going to explode from the hotness now.

Seriously, love this fic and love Robin. I don't much care for her in canon but stories like these make me believe that she's good enough for Don.