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04 July 2011 @ 08:55 pm
Numb3rs/Covert Affairs Fic: Missionary Position  
Written for numb3rs100 Challenge #322 – Island
Crossposted to covertaffairstv and n3crossovers


Title: Missionary Position
Pairing/Characters: Eyal/Megan
Rating: R
Word Count: 300
Spoilers: Judgment Call, Rampage (Numb3rs), No Quarter (Covert Affairs)
Summary: Megan certainly had to have learned Krav Maga from someone impressive
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


"So, what brings you to D.C.?" Megan arched her neck as Eyal dragged his mouth down her long graceful neck. "On a mission for Mossad?"

"That's classified," Eyal rumbled into her skin, relaxing his carefully accent-free field operative voice in favor of his natural Israeli accent.

"A little R and R then."

"Consider it the Krav Maga teacher checking up on his favorite student. I can't have you giving Mossad a bad name."

"I assure you," Megan teased. "The head of Mossad would be impressed by the mad skills of the soccer moms down at the YMCA."

At that Eyal threw his head back and laughed.

"Somehow I picture you more taking on two star generals and leaving them flat on their backs wondering what happened."

"That class isn't at the Y," Megan winked, "They prefer Ass Kicking 101 as private lessons."

Eyal ran his fingers through her long hair. "Oh, I've missed you, Megan. No one escapes the barbs of your razor sharp wit."

"Not even you?"

Eyal dragged her in for a fervent kiss. "I wouldn't miss it. A man needs a formidable adversary to feel alive."

As if to punctuate his statement he lifted her up by the hips and put her down on the kitchen island they'd been standing beside in her apartment and stood between her legs, ravishing her neck as he tore open her shirt

A flurry of hands, clothes flew, heat rose from bared skin...

With one sweep of his arm Eyal cleared the kitchen table then picked up Megan with her legs wrapped around him and laid her on the table: naked and breathless with anticipation.

"You never taught me that move," she playfully protested.

"Well," Eyal shifted, sinking inside her slowly as they locked eyes. "Time for the master class then."

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 5th, 2011 03:55 am (UTC)
Confession
I confess that this fic is nowhere near as hot on paper as it is in my head. Truly Oded Fehr could melt butter with a glance at 20 paces, but I'm certainly not doing him justice here. Plus, Diane Farr playing a character who is a Krav Maga expert? It's a match made in... Well it might have been somebody else's mind since it came up as part of a brainstorm, but I think it was me. LOL

Still, my apologies for not making this as hot as it deserves. I hope those who know both characters leave with happymaking visuals of their own though.

For those unfamiliar with one of these fandoms, here are visual aids.



See what I mean? Smokin'!

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
Jestana: #s: Meganjestana on July 5th, 2011 04:01 am (UTC)
Oded needs some tats, flowing black robes, longer hair... *comes back from Mummyland* Sorry, couldn't resist. Much as I ship Larry/Megan, I still enjoyed this. I think you captured Megan perfectly. Can't say anything about Eyal, but the eye candy is pretteh. *stares some more*
SamuelJames: Numb3rs Logosamueljames on July 5th, 2011 11:32 am (UTC)
This pairing worked really well. Eyal is such a flirt and I loved his banter with Megan.
riverotter1951riverotter1951 on July 5th, 2011 01:27 pm (UTC)
Beautiful.
rubynyerubynye on July 5th, 2011 10:32 pm (UTC)
What a delicious crossover!