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04 February 2010 @ 07:14 pm
Numb3rs Fic: I Thought You Needed A Permit For That Sort Of Thing (The Exponential Remix)  
Written for numb3rs100 Holiday Drabble Remixathon - Remix of I Thought You Needed A Permit For That Sort Of Thing by sororcula/Challenge #172 – Skin


Title: I Thought You Needed A Permit For That Sort Of Thing (The Exponential Remix)
Pairing/Characters: Ian/Amita
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: Sniper Zero
Summary: Ian's smug, she decides, and annoying
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


Ian's smug and annoying. He catches her eye each time he stalks by, the stealthy sound of those prowling boots diverting her attention even as she forces her focus on her laptop. She doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting to her, but there's a feral energy about him, that bad boy vibe on steroids. It whispers to her 'imagine these lethal hands touching you' until she returns to editing her code with a vengeance.

Charlie's a certified genius, but Ian's the one who acts like he's the Bureau's most impressive asset; Amita's eyes unconsciously flit to Ian's backside. Charlie has the soft body of an academic so he's not prone to sauntering around in tight jeans and even tighter t-shirts trying to look impressive either.

Ian unzips his bag on a nearby table and pulls out a clean shirt to change into. She gazes rapt from beneath the cover of lowered lashes as he peels off his shirt. His skin glows honey tanned against the black of his jeans and his even blacker gun at his hip. He's got a tattoo across his left shoulder and her fingertips twitch for wanting to trace it, biting her lip to still the tongue that longs to taste that salty symbol.

Then Ian spies her watching. Her breath catches and she blushes, hating herself more for responding with a flush than for looking in the first place. He winks and she makes a brisk retreat back to her code, flustered nerves making her typing fingers falter as she curses under her breath.

She can't look up; she can feel the heat of his eyes on her. So she keeps her head down and squirms against the low roil in her gut that tantalizes her with what she can never have.

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on February 5th, 2010 03:16 am (UTC)
Confession
This fic was written for the Holiday Drabble Remixathon at numb3rs100. The original author was sororcula whose fic I remixed was I Thought You Needed A Permit For That Sort Of Thing.

First off, is that not one of Sor's best titles EVAR? /adores/

Second, I almost didn't remix this fic for a bunch of reasons, but I decided that as long as she didn't mark it as a Safe Story it wasn't sacred and I should focus on just enjoying the remix since I knew I couldn't do it better than her original fic, which I enjoyed very much (as did many people I'm sure).

I probably should have changed the pairing or flipped the POV or something, but instead I just opted to expand it. When I finished the first draft it was well over 400 words (ergo the nickname the Exponential Remix because it wasn't just 'more'!) so it took some serious work to shave it down to 300 words to make it fit N100. I like the final result, but it can't touch Sor's original. Still, more Ian/Amita sexiness is never a bad thing. /revels in that pretty visual/

Hope you like the remix Sor and thanks for all your lovely fic at N100 over the years!

Very special thanks to beta melissima for her assistance with this fic.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
perhaps some frottage is in order: [girls] Christina Hendricks off-the-shousororcula on February 5th, 2010 05:14 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
Haha, omg, the nice words in your author's note are almost better than the fic! ;-)

BUT. Not quite. Because the fic is fantaaaaaastic and is making me VERY HAPPY and I love it a lot. Thank you!!! ♥ ♥

Haha, I like that you made her want to LICK him. Oh my.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 5th, 2010 09:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
Yay! I'm glad you liked it! I almost remixed your Don/Terry ice cube fic, but I decided to be bold and go for this one instead. (I'm still too cowed by Mad Mission apparently. /is sad/)

I like this tantalized Amita! She has to know that Charlie, while brilliant, is hardly macho and she's pretty much surrounded by grade A beefcake at the FBI so it's got to be hard not to notice. /grins/

Thanks for allowing your fic to be remixed!
lilacs_roseslilacs_roses on February 5th, 2010 03:48 am (UTC)
Wow... /blink... great imagery and nicely done!

Hmm... there's a bunny there '... tantalizes her with what she can never have."

Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 5th, 2010 03:56 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!

I did once write Ian/Amita/OFC so I do have a lovely visual of those two together in my head so I know what's so tantalizing to Amita. /big grin/

But please! Give the bunny life! We'd love to see a drabble or a drabble series from you at numb3rs100!
lilacs_roseslilacs_roses on February 5th, 2010 04:01 am (UTC)
/chuckle... I'm in the midst of moving from the temporary place in San Diego to something a bit more permanent but... If I can get settled and etc before the close date, I might give it a try.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 5th, 2010 04:09 am (UTC)
My condolences. /chuckles/ I'm finishing up a move myself. Ugh. /rubs sore back/

Yay for another Cali person though! /high fives/

Even if you don't make it by the Remixathon end date you can always post a fic inspired by Sor's. I'm sure she'd be delighted. And N100's not going anywhere. /grins/

Good luck with the move!
rodlox: going to hugrodlox on February 5th, 2010 05:50 am (UTC)
stay safe. and all the best to you!
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 5th, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
I want amita/Ian gun!porn now.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 5th, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)
Okay.

Her manicured fingers play along his waistband as he brusquely kisses her, pressing her into the wall. It's night but the university has plenty of late birds - someone could see. One hand skates down denim to finger a thigh holster as the other works between them to stroke him hard through his jeans.

He pushes up her dress.

She throws her head back.

He forces a thigh between her legs.

Her hand closes around the gun.

He bites down.

She gasps.

His aim is true.
ladygray99ladygray99 on February 5th, 2010 04:43 am (UTC)
::thud::
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 5th, 2010 05:19 am (UTC)
Be careful what you ask for. ;-)

(Please to not be asking for a pony kthxbai)
rodlox: Amitarodlox on February 5th, 2010 05:52 am (UTC)
also nice.

though...
*hopes and prays that her fingers don't clench - there'll be a bulletwound that'll be (inconvenient?) to explain to the hospital people*

Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 5th, 2010 05:59 am (UTC)
Oh, I think Ian's smart enough to have put the clip back in his Kevlar vest before he *ahem* shot off. ;-)
rodlox: no cookierodlox on February 5th, 2010 06:06 am (UTC)
my apologies - sometimes I don't see metaphors even when they're right there.
perhaps some frottage is in order: [numb3rs] Liz/Nikkisororcula on February 5th, 2010 05:15 pm (UTC)
THIS ONE'S NICE TOO.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 5th, 2010 09:45 pm (UTC)
Hee! You found the bonus ficlet! /grins/

I know you're not the biggest Ian fan out there, but I couldn't resist. ;-)
rubynye: Amita (by mercurybard)rubynye on February 5th, 2010 07:35 pm (UTC)
*falls over*
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 5th, 2010 09:47 pm (UTC)
/rights you/
/surrounds you in soft pillows/
/offers more porn if it makes you feel better/

You should go play at n3rs_commentfic! Leave a few prompts there and see if you get ficcy presents in return. ♥
rodlox: Amitarodlox on February 5th, 2010 05:49 am (UTC)
aw.
*gives Amita a reassuring hug*

*gets an idea*

why yes, Colby, Amita wants to see you mudwrestle Ian. why? um...for charity?

excellent drabble!
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 5th, 2010 06:00 am (UTC)
Ian/Colby mudwrestling... For charity...

Yeah, I'm pretty sure that would cheer Amita right up! Hehehe

Thanks for reading.
t_vo0810t_vo0810 on February 6th, 2010 04:27 pm (UTC)
I adore Sor's Ian in this piece- who could resist that bad boy, hmmm? Not even Amita. (And especially not Charlie! Oops! I think my slash goggles just made a remix of your remix in my head. I have to stop doing that!!) You did an amazing job emphasizing and extending all the little threads of the original that i loved so much. and brava to you for nailing the flail. i have so been there- that embarassed omg he just caught me looking so now i have to pretend to be chill flail. the blush and squirm with a dash of grrrr is my specialty. :D
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on February 6th, 2010 10:56 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the great comment, hon! I think her fic won, or at least was nominated for, an award last year so it's definitely one of her well known (and loved) pieces despite the fact that she's not a big Ian fan at all. Still, it was fun to imagine being in Amita's body for the experience - it made the story: original and remix!