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10 August 2010 @ 07:42 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Not About Adrenaline  
Posted to numb3rs_slash
Crossposted to eppescest


Title: Not About Adrenaline
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie, Don/Tim
Rating: R
Spoilers: Chinese Box
Summary: With Charlie it's not about adrenaline
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


It's not about adrenaline.

After a big tactical raid, while Don's skin is still crackling with electricity, he'll grab whoever's handy and willing for a quickie to burn off all that extra energy. Tim's usually good for that. He's got a wife at home he doesn't want to take his work out on and Don can stand some manhandling. He can dish it out too, but he knows to be careful, not to leave any marks.

It's in the quiet after, once Don's calmed down, that he can come home and be with Charlie.

He'll be there waiting when Don unlocks the door, already in bed, lights dimmed or out. Don will shed all the layers of work gear - gun, cuffs, badge - along with his clothes and slip into bed beside his brother and fold him into his arms.

They lie there entwined for a long time before one of them breaks the silence. Neither is allowed to remind the other about how close Don might have come to losing his life. But that doesn't stop them from responding to that almost loss with a need for closeness, contact.

There are whispered words: reassurances and repeated lies. Lips move, seeking out same, seeking out skin both scarred and yet to be. Kisses become more urgent, demanding, but never rushed. The need grows, but there's never a need for speed.

Charlie can't stop touching Don; it's as if he'll cease to be if Charlie can't prove his existence. Don feels life flowing into him from Charlie, renewing him, filling up what is empty inside him so he can get up and fight another day.

It's never enough until they come together, Don sinking inside as Charlie's small hands leave marks on his biceps, pulling him to him, pulling him deeper. It's the connection they crave, to be so close nothing is between them.

Don watches Charlie's face beneath him, marvels at the gaze of trust and love there.

Charlie opens himself up to his brother, offers everything he has and holds nothing back.

They move as if with one mind, one body, rocking in sync, in union.

A breath is held in two sets of lungs, twin torsos go taut, a spark ignites where they meet and infuses them with a shock of ecstasy, a moment of bliss and then a slow burn of love filling them with contentment as Don collapses, spent, gasping into Charlie's neck as his brother's arms surround him, holding him close.

There are more whispers before sleep claims them both, but these words are all true.

It's not about adrenaline.

It's about love.

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on August 11th, 2010 02:42 am (UTC)
Confession
This fic was written as a birthday present for my dear friend t_vo0810.

I had started a long Charlie/Billy for T, but didn't get it done in time. /cries/ Thus, this shorter fic to hold her until I can get the longer one done.

So apparently I'm keeping up the tradition of getting birthday fic done late. /sigh/

My apologies, T. I hope you enjoy this fic and I know you'll enjoy the long one when it's done. ♥

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
melissima: eppes hugmelissima on August 11th, 2010 02:46 am (UTC)
It's good to see Don treasure Charlie, focus on him. The gentle reverence both boys show in this piece is truly swoon worthy.

Oh so lovely!

t_vo0810t_vo0810 on August 11th, 2010 02:58 am (UTC)
Again, no apologies needed. You are creating me a lovely generous gift. The date of delivery doesn't matter a smidge to me. I just love that you are making some more yumminess for me with one of my fav OTPs of all time. Which is mainly due to you and your slashwife in the first place. <3

Behold the MANNA!

Don will shed all the layers of work gear - gun, cuffs, badge - along with his clothes and slip into bed beside his brother and fold him into his arms.

I adore this image. Don shedding the FBI persona by putting away his gun, cuffs, and badge, and then shedding everything else- whatever is left- so he can get into bed with Charlie and be content.

Lips move, seeking out same, seeking out skin both scarred and yet to be. Kisses become more urgent, demanding, but never rushed. The need grows, but there's never a need for speed. GUH. This is one of my favorite eppescest style from you. The demand, the anticipation, the slow drug-like need that builds, where you feel like they are prolly lost in each other for hours because they crave each other so intensely. Just guuuuuuuuuuuuh. U sell it so brilliant. And the line about the scarred skin. just lovely.

Charlie can't stop touching Don; it's as if he'll cease to be if Charlie can't prove his existence. Don feels life flowing into him from Charlie, renewing him, filling up what is empty inside him so he can get up and fight another day.

look. O.O look what you wrote. so beautiful. So them. Their need is exquisite.

It's not about adrenaline.

It's about love.
Such a quiet lovely end. Just perfect for the tone of the piece. It would fit so easily into any of your awesome, loving eppescest verses: Last Call or Conflict and Resolution or Honey and Roses. It's just beautiful and simple and gorgeous. like you.

Thank you for this loveliness. ♥♥♥♥♥♥
rubynye: Numb3rs nomination iconrubynye on August 11th, 2010 01:01 pm (UTC)
Oh, Don, being rough with Tim and tender with Charlie. (I confess, I'd like to see more of the rough with Tim to counterbalance the tender with Charlie, but that would've made it too long.)