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29 November 2005 @ 07:12 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Curves and Shadows  
Posted to numb3rs_slash


Title: Curves and Shadows
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Summary: Don knows his way in the dark
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


Don knows his way in the dark.

He moves through his apartment, lights off, with the practiced ease of a man trained to sense a presence nearby without conscious effort. He moves in arcs, around this chair, that table... smoothly shedding his jacket and shoes. That dark form in the corner - a coat rack. That shadow by the wall - a briefcase cast aside for the night.

By the time his fingertips brush the cool metal of the bedroom doorknob, he's got his socks off and shirt unbuttoned. He hesitates, trying to turn the handle as quietly as he can.

The door opens noiselessly and he steps into the room, closing it silently behind him. He hears a rustle of bedclothes and freezes. He remains motionless for a moment until he's convinced it's all right to move again.

He walks to the edge of the bed and stares at the sight before him.

A street lamp casts shadows through the blinds, striping his bed in bands of dim light. The pale glow illuminates the curves of a back - head to shoulder, shoulder sliding down to a gentle waist, then the rise of a hip partially hidden by the folds of the sheet covering it.

Breathlessly, his eyes drink in the subtle curves of the sleeping form before him. He imagines how artists during the Renaissance must have felt, painting their nude lovers draped seductively in silken cloths.

He reaches out with a single hand and slowly pulls the sheet towards him. As the fabric pools in front of him, his efforts slowly reveal the sleeping figure's form to his hungry eyes. The sheet slips from a hip first, and he begins to pull with both hands, impatient to uncover the firm round ass hidden beneath. The sheet slides lower, revealing a pair of thighs, then calves, then finally feet as it falls away completely, exposing the body waiting for him in his bed.

Aching now, he longs to reach out and touch, feel, possess, devour... To bury himself inside the warmth that encompasses him, soothes him, reminds him he is part of a whole - complete and fulfilled. But to steal from sleep for such selfish ends would go against his nature, so he simply stares, trying to content himself with thoughts and memories alone.

As if sensing a change, the shape stirs then shifts to lie on his back, face turned unknowingly to the one he seeks, even in sleep.

Laid open to his gaze now, he lets his eyes lovingly travel the body his hands cannot. Drawn as always to the seductive pairing of cherubic curls with such an obviously masculine body, he watches enviously as a hand rubs carelessly though soft chest hair, then follows the hair down with his eyes, feeling the desire well up inside him as he remembers the last time his hands, lips, tongue made that journey.

A soft gasp escapes him, barely more than a puff of air, but it's enough.

Eyes flutter open, lips curve in a sensual smile...

Charlie crawls across the mattress and drags himself up Don's body until he's kneeling on the bed before him, lips seeking out tender spots on Don's neck as his fingertips roam up his bare stomach and chest.

"You're back..." he murmurs, between kisses. "Missed you..."

"Had to leave... Work... I'm sorry."

His hands finally land on the warm bare skin he's been craving, but Charlie pulls away, just out of his reach, leaving him with only a hand tugging on his own.

"Come to bed," he beckons, pulling Don down with him.

Where Charlie goes, Don follows, sinking into bliss, heat, connection, oneness...

Charlie leads him there...

But Don knows the way...

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2005 03:29 am (UTC)
Confession
I admit I wrote this under the influence of the amazing penguingal who published Tell Me On A Sunday recently. I got such a strong visual from it, I shamefully stole bits to make my own fic. Mea culpa! It was just too good - I couldn't help but be inspired!

Go check out the original, and much better, story and you'll see what I'm talking about.
Tell Me On A Sunday

/hides and hopes penguingal's not mad/

-Emma DeMarais
Walking Liability: Charlie is my Genius Avatarasemic on November 30th, 2005 04:09 am (UTC)
I don't think penguingal would mind. You definitely did a service to her work. This:

Where Charlie goes, Don follows, sinking into bliss, heat, connection, oneness...

Charlie leads him there...

But Don knows the way...


Is perfection. It made that warm, happy feeling form in my stomach. I really envy your use of language to create such flowing, potent images in my head. Thank you.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2005 05:06 am (UTC)
Wow... Talk about the ultimate irony...

I tried writing in a more descriptive visual style than I normally do because I loved how *you* used language that way in your writing! That you liked this attempt is such a huge compliment...

I do hope you're right about penguingal. Her fic gave *me* that warm happy feeling, so I'm just trying to spread it around... /blissful smile/

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
Dani: random *drool*umbralillium on November 30th, 2005 06:29 am (UTC)
A street lamp casts shadows through the blinds, striping his bed in bands of dim light. The pale glow illuminates the curves of a back - head to shoulder, shoulder sliding down to a gentle waist, then the rise of a hip partially hidden by the folds of the sheet covering it.

Breathlessly, his eyes drink in the subtle curves of the sleeping form before him. He imagines how artists during the Renaissance must have felt, painting their nude lovers draped seductively in silken cloths.

He reaches out with a single hand and slowly pulls the sheet towards him. As the fabric pools in front of him, his efforts slowly reveal the sleeping figure's form to his hungry eyes. The sheet slips from a hip first, and he begins to pull with both hands, impatient to uncover the firm round ass hidden beneath. The sheet slides lower, revealing a pair of thighs, then calves, then finally feet as it falls away completely, exposing the body waiting for him in his bed.


Okay. That? Is awesome descriptive writing. It's like crack for an artist like me. Guh. Wow.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2005 07:32 am (UTC)
Thank you! If you think this is good descriptive writing, then you must read asemic and penguingal since they far outshine me in this department. I am merely an acolyte to the many masters in this fandom. /bows/

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
NaughtyKittyKat@Livejournal6why_me9 on November 30th, 2005 07:03 am (UTC)
I have to agree with asemic

Where Charlie goes, Don follows, sinking into bliss, heat, connection, oneness...

Charlie leads him there...

But Don knows the way...


It is perfection.

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2005 07:34 am (UTC)
Ahh, thank you...
Cynthia: Charlie Beautiful by midnighta1trackmind on November 30th, 2005 07:03 am (UTC)
I love it! The imagery is just lovely!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2005 07:37 am (UTC)
Well I know you like penguingal so I hoped you would like a fic inspired by her!

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
One Part Exuberance; Two Parts Obsessionpenguingal on November 30th, 2005 02:08 pm (UTC)
Hi, my name is penguingal...
... and I am most definitely NOT mad. :D I am in fact deeply honored that my little ficlet inspired such sensual writing. Emma, you left me breathless. Thank you. I consider this a gift. It is lush and beautiful. You do not give yourself enough credit, m'dear!

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2005 10:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Hi, my name is penguingal...
Yay! /is relieved/ /feels happy/ /blushes a little at penguingal's kind words/

I am so glad you feel that way, and you should consider it a gift!
/wraps up the fic nicely with a bow and presents it to penguingal/
It would not have existed if not for you. I'd been reading the fic in this fandom for a while, and after reading lovely visual prose like in raeyashi's stories, I wondered 'why can't I write like that?' Once I read 'Tell Me On A Sunday', my muse handed me an idea and I ran with it, crossing my fingers. It was a *lot* more work to write like that, and I rewrote way more than I normally do (hello thesaurus, my old friend! ), but I like how it turned out very much.

Oh, I'm just so chuffed about your comments! I really do appreciate them. :-)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais

it only burns when I breathe: don&charlie_perfectteam_shantalanadevilspikedluv on November 30th, 2005 02:42 pm (UTC)
Lovely story! This bit,

Charlie leads him there...

But Don knows the way...


was beautiful.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2005 10:43 pm (UTC)
You know, I'm getting the impression that people liked the ending to this fic. ;-) Seriously, I give. I've come to the conclusion that I have no understanding of why people like what they like in a fic. I never gave the ending much thought. I wrote it, I polished it, I edited it, I moved on. Yet, it's the number one thing people are focusing on in this fic.

I'm chuffed, don't get me wrong, I'm just shaking my head at the fact I never saw it coming even though *I* wrote the thing! LOL!

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
sydian: the island - whee! (white) {me}sydian on November 30th, 2005 07:31 pm (UTC)
Oh god, you killed me here! I'm sucker for stories written in the present tense, especially if they're as perfectly executed as this one. Awesome, awesome work!!

The pale glow illuminates the curves of a back - head to shoulder, shoulder sliding down to a gentle waist, then the rise of a hip partially hidden by the folds of the sheet covering it.

The flow in this sentence is so wonderful that it pulled me right in and made me feel like I was standing there watching Charlie with love and fondness. So good.

Aching now, he longs to reach out and touch, feel, possess, devour...

You capture Don's mounting emotions so well here. Beautiful use of style. :)

Where Charlie goes, Don follows, sinking into bliss, heat, connection, oneness...

Charlie leads him there...

But Don knows the way...


What everyone else said. Perfection. More of this, please?
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 30th, 2005 11:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I wasn't sure how successful I'd be at attempting a more visual style, but I'm so heartened by the comments I am convinced I must bribe my muse to try it again. ;-)

BTW, I didn't realize what tense I was writing in until about a third of the way through. I actually forgot, when I was self-betaing, to do a run through to make sure I didn't accidentally slip into past tense along the way. Oops!

The flow in this sentence is so wonderful that it pulled me right in and made me feel like I was standing there watching Charlie with love and fondness. So good.

This goes back to the inspiration from penguingal's fic. I could *see* Charlie in bed in the dim light and the sheet just barely over his hip. I wanted to capture that visual in my story, so that's one part I worked really hard on.

You capture Don's mounting emotions so well here. Beautiful use of style.

You know, I have no idea where I first picked it up, but I do like the whole idea of the run on words in italics device you see used in fic. I know it wouldn't fly in normal writing, but somehow it works for me in this context.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
farting in a formal manner: comfort |neko_erin on December 1st, 2005 01:09 am (UTC)
I want to say that I loved the ending, but you've heard it all ready XD

It's a great fic, though! The descriptions were amazing. Lovely job~
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 1st, 2005 05:26 am (UTC)
Oh, don't let me put you off! Trust me, I'm thrilled people love the ending! I'm just a bit disappointed in myself that a) I never saw that coming and b) I really don't understand what it is about the ending they like so much. Heck, if I knew that I'd write more stuff like it! LOL!

Glad you enjoyed it, though. I appreciate your comments...

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
Dark Angel: house/wilson 006darkangel41612 on December 2nd, 2005 01:08 am (UTC)
Yes, like everyone else, this fic was lovely! The ending was perfect, Bravo! I absolutely loved this fic!! :D Awesome job!! :D
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 2nd, 2005 02:14 am (UTC)
Thank you! /blushes/ You're too kind...
pro_f_iler: Don't Touch by hotlevel4pro_f_iler on December 5th, 2005 09:17 am (UTC)
I followed a link given by asemic in her LJ. I've gotta remember to thank her. This was beautiful. I can't wait to read more of your fic.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 6th, 2005 06:04 am (UTC)
Okay, I think I'm going to just faint now. I started this all like a month ago thinking if I got a few comments it would be nice. The fact that I'm getting comments from authors whose work I've enjoyed so much in the past, like you... Oh my.

You're too kind. I am so glad you like my writing. I can chalk it up to the fact that I was trying my hardest to write like asemic, but I'm grateful nonetheless...

BTW, I thanked her too. /smiles/

Thank you,

Emma DeMarais
sidereal on February 16th, 2006 03:17 am (UTC)
I'm totally late in finding this, but I just stumbled in while idly scrolling through the memories at numb3rs_slash, and I am sufficiently floored. This was just beautiful! It sounds so corny to say that it was 'sensual', but was, in a very literal sense. The comparisons drawn between a sleeping Charlie and a Renaissance painting were so wonderful, this was one of the few fics I've read in which I could really see the scene you laid out for us. You do that very well, I've noticed!

And oh, Charlie's simple "Come to bed," just nailed me. It's such an intimate thing to say, but at the same time so casual, it implies such a familiarity with a person that fit so well in this fic. Guh, your imagery in this was gorgeous. I just had to post and tell you, this is one of, if not the best Don/Charlie piece I've read yet!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on February 16th, 2006 07:12 am (UTC)
Thank you for your very kind words.

I'm always glad to hear when people are exploring my back catalog. I fear a lot of my stories have been missed over time, especially since I post in multiple comms.

If you haven't already done so, please go check out the story that inspired this (linked in the Confession post) Tell Me on a Sunday. Also, you must read asemic's fic since she, IMHO, writes visual imagery like none other in this fandom.

This fic was an experiment to me since I'm normally *not* good at visual and descriptive writing. I hope you're not disappointed that more of my fic isn't like this, but I'm working on it...

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais