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27 July 2006 @ 12:30 am
Numb3rs Fic: Questioning  
Posted to numb3rs_fic


Title: Questioning (Sequel to pro_f_iler's Quenched)
Pairing/Characters: Don/Robin
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Guns and Roses
Summary: Don spends the night at Robin's house (Post-Ep for Guns and Roses)
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


"So... Staying the night usually involves a bed?"

Don's fingers teased lightly under Robin's blouse as he looked to her for an answer.

"Upstairs," she breathed in his ear then pulled him by the hand towards the stairs.

He followed her, never taking his eyes off of her, her face still flushed and glowing.

The master bedroom she pulled him into was large and warmly decorated with rich fabrics and expensive yet tasteful furnishings.

Robin led him over to a small desk placed under a large ornate mirror. She pulled out a padded stool from under the desk that had the same curved claw feet and decorative carvings. Don realized suddenly that Robin used this area as her vanity. He had a sudden flash of her sitting in a silk robe in front of the mirror: brushing her hair, putting on mascara and applying color to her soft lips.

The image so aroused him, he pulled her back towards him and enveloped her in his arms for a kiss.

While she didn't protest, she did pull away once the kiss was over.

When Don raised his eyebrows in question to her, she smiled and patted the stool.

"Sit," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am," Don said with a grin. He took off his jacket and tossed it on the bed before he sat down.

Once Robin had Don seated, she took a few steps back and silently appraised him for a moment.

"What is it?" Don asked, still curious about what she was up to.

"Well," she said slyly. "You had your shot at interrogating me. Now it's my turn to question you."

"Ah, so it's prosecutor and expert witness now, is it?" Don smirked.

Robin walked behind him and ran her hands down the front of his shirt. Don leaned into her touch and put his hands over hers. She bent down and brushed her lips against his ear so lightly he barely felt it.

"Yes, but as far as the expert part goes... That remains to be seen..." Robin's fingers grazed Don's chest as she dragged them back up his body. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Ye-" Don cleared his throat. "Yes, Counselor."

"Good."

Robin stood and walked around to face him again. She brought her hands to her already unzipped pants and began to work them down her hips slowly. "Do you swear to tell the truth..." Her pants were down to her thighs. "The whole truth..." Don swallowed hard as she bent over to pull down her pants, letting him see down her blouse to her bare breasts beneath. "And nothing but the truth..." Robin pulled the pants the rest of the way off, tossing them on the bed by Don's jacket. She stepped just close enough for Don to touch her. "So help you God?"

Don ran his hands up her thighs then slipped his right hand up under her blouse to rest on her warm flat stomach with his fingertips grazing the underside of her breast near her heart.

"I swear."

"Let's start at the beginning," Robin said, her tone a more seductive version of her courtroom voice. "When did you first meet AUSA Brooks?"

"Three years ago, when I was first assigned to the FBI's Los Angeles field office." Don's hands caressed her skin slowly, learning the feel of it and committing it to memory.

"And when did you first experience lustful thoughts for Ms. Brooks?"

"Three years ago, when I was first assigned to the FBI's Los Angeles field office," Don replied with a smirk.

Robin ducked her head and chuckled, falling out of her prosecutor role for a moment.

Don slipped his hand around to the small of her back and pulled her closer. He lifted up her blouse with his other hand and laid his head against her bare stomach.

Robin hesitated for a moment and when she spoke again, her voice was a little softer.

"In your role as an FBI agent you must work closely with Assistant US Attorneys. Do you believe that pursuing a relationship with an AUSA is inappropriate for an FBI agent?"

"No," Don murmured, busy peppering her belly with light kisses. "I can remain professional at work and I trust that you can as well."

Robin pulled back and put her hands on the hem of her blouse, but paused before removing it.

"No conflict of interest?" she asked.

"No conflict. Lots of interest," Don teased as he watched her pull off her blouse and toss it away.

He reached for her, hooking a finger in the waistband of her panties over her hip bone and tugging her back to him.

"Do I have to treat you as a hostile witness?" she chided.

"No, no," Don soothed apologetically. "Not hostile at all. I promise, I'll be good."

Robin leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Standing between Don's legs, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her slender waist, nestling his face between her breasts. They paused there for a moment, simply enjoying the comfort of their intimate embrace.

Eventually Robin's hands slid down to Don's shirt and started unbuttoning it.

"Did you recently encounter AUSA Brooks at a gun range?"

"Yes, I did."

"Please tell the court, in your own words, the events of that day."

"I was there doing target practice and happened to see Ms. Brooks approach. Since we were acquainted, I stopped and greeted her. We talked for a while and eventually left the range so we could hear each other better."

Robin slid the shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor and Don removed his t-shirt as well, not caring where it ended up when he tossed it behind him.

"We just kept talking outside the building," he continued. "And then you looked cold so I offered you my jacket." Don reached for his shoes, but Robin waved him off and crouched down to remove them and his socks. "You wisely suggested we both get out of the cold and since I was parked close by, we went and sat in my car. One thing led to another..." He trailed off as Robin looked up at him from the floor. He slid his hands into her hair and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply.

When the kiss ended, they sat for a moment silently, their foreheads pressed together.

"Then your phone rang," she whispered, a hint of sadness creeping into her voice.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm sor-"

Robin put her fingers on his lips to stop him. "No apologies. If anything, I'm the one..."

Don stopped her this time. "Let's just leave it in the past, okay?"

Robin nodded. She pulled herself together and stood up again. "Where were we?" she said, trying to change the subject.

"I was about to tell the court how I was pulled away and wasn't able to even say a proper good night to Ms. Brooks." Don rested his hands on Robins hips and toyed with the waistband of her underwear. "And how the case I was on prohibited me from contacting Ms. Brooks afterwards, a fact I deeply regret."

Robin ran a hand through Don's hair with a wistful smile. Don took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. "I really am sorry," he said.

Robin gave him a tiny nod to show him his apology was accepted and tried to switch back into prosecutor mode.

"So, the court has seen evidence of recent interest in AUSA Brooks along with your confession that you harbored lustful thoughts for this prosecutor three years prior to the date in question." Despite her attempts to play the role, she was distracted by Don's fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her panties, removing them gradually as she spoke. "When did you first know..." She gasped as Don's lips brushed against the newly exposed skin on her abdomen. "When did you first know that you wanted..." Don slipped her underwear the rest of the way off and placed a light kiss on her mound. "Me..." she finished breathlessly.

Don breathed hot against her skin and she shivered.

"The Puentes case," he said quietly, letting the memory unfold in his head. "We were going over my testimony at your office. We were there so late you said we should order something to eat. You left for a minute to go get a takeout menu from the office break room. Up until that point we'd been all business, working hard on the case. On your way back, you stopped to adjust the strap on your shoe. You were just outside the window of your office and I watched you lean down and adjust your shoe. I don't know why, but I suddenly saw you, I mean really saw you. I guess I'd pushed aside all my thoughts over the years, but they suddenly came back to me. The curve of your leg, your delicate hands... I saw all of you. I saw you."

Don looked up into Robin's eyes. "And since then, I've been waiting for you to see me."

"And I did," Robin said softly.

"At the gun range."

"No..." She shook her head. "Before that. You just didn't know. I mean, I just never told you. I figured..." Her voice trailed off and she took a deep breath. "I figured if you couldn't find the time to date Nadine you certainly weren't going to make time for me."

Don recoiled slightly, stunned. "Whatever gave you the idea..." He shook off the confusion and simply pulled her close. "I'm with the woman I want to be with. Nadine can chase me all she wants, but..."

Robin interrupted him with a spontaneous kiss, pressing their lips together with an intensity that startled Don.

She peppered his face with kisses as he reassured her. "It's you, Robin. You... Only you..."

"I wasn't sure." Her anxious whisper made Don wince in empathy and he pulled her down to sit on his lap, enveloping her in his arms.

"I'm sure," he said quietly. "Don't ever doubt again." They sat for a moment as Don stroked her back then her long soft hair.

When Robin finally pulled back to look at him, her expression was one of embarrassment. "It's silly, I know, and I shouldn't have..."

Don put a finger to her lips to shush her. She smiled bashfully and kissed him lightly.

That single kiss led to another and then another. When she shifted slightly in his lap, Don pulled her closer to him so their bare chests were pressed up against each other.

Just like in his car, they fell into passionate kissing with an ease that made their intimacy seem so natural, as if they'd spent years together instead of hours.

Fumbling slightly, Robin tried to get her hands between them to work on Don's pants.

Reluctantly breaking their kiss, Don shifted and Robin rose so he could strip the rest of the way.

Robin moved to turn down the covers and Don picked up the clothes from the bed and draped them over the seat he'd just vacated before walking up behind Robin.

She leaned back against him, letting her head fall against his shoulder as his arms enveloped her and his hands caressed her skin.

"I'm glad you came over," she said softly.

"I'm glad you asked me to stay," he replied, nuzzling her neck.

She brushed her ass back against him subtly, but suggestively, and felt Don's hands stutter slightly as they slid across her skin.

Robin slipped out of his embrace and crawled over the bed on all fours, knowing Don was watching her. She moved the pillows up against the headboard and settled herself down against them, laying diagonal across the bed with her feet closest to where Don was standing.

"Join me?" she asked, with a curl of a smile tugging at the edge of her mouth.

Don answered with a grin of his own and started crawling slowly up the bed, starting at her feet and kissing his way up her calves slowly. As he passed her knees, rather than continuing on at the same painfully slow pace, he unexpectedly pulled her legs, making her slide forward enough that she was now flat on her back instead of reclining against the pillows.

Robin let out a little yelp of surprise, but it was cut off when Don suddenly covered her with his body and claimed her mouth, pressing his tongue inside urgently.

Intoxicated by this sudden passion, Robin turned her body over to him, letting him devour her as she relished his attentions.

"Robin," Don whispered, almost gasping between kisses. "I need you."

Robin responded wordlessly, pulling him close and encircling him with her legs in invitation.

When he looked down at her, his eyes questioning, she slid her hand between them, lightly stroking his erection and guiding it closer to her warmth.

"I trust you," she said, looking him in the eye, willing him to see all that was behind those simple words.

When she moved her hand out of the way, Don hooked her leg behind the knee and pushed it up with his arm just as he thrust inside her all at once.

Robin let out a gasp as a jolt went through her, but it was lost in Don's loud groan as he finally succumbed to her all encompassing heat.

He stilled for a few seconds, then proceeded to ravish her avidly. Robin threw her head back, surrendering her body to Don's power and strength, finally fully understanding those traits that had drawn her to him in the first place. She gave herself over to him, feeling possessed – owned, understanding that him claiming her so fervently meant she belonged to him.

"I'm yours," she murmured while Don roughly thumbed her nipple as he continued to drive into her. "Yours..."

Robin caught his eye and briefly drew his gaze. His expression was so unguarded, open, that a flush of emotion ran through her so strong that Don could read it in her eyes.

She pulled him down to her, her own efforts now as vigorous as her lover's, her desire to be close - to be one - just as great.

As she put all her emotion into her kiss, Don shifted to wrap his arms around her, almost lifting her off the bed.

Robin arched her back, wanting to be as close as possible, scrabbling her hands over his sweat slicked back trying to pull him to her.

She shifted her hips and clenched around him as he slid inside her. They both tensed and Don managed a few more uneven thrusts before Robin shuddered beneath him and he followed her, stiffening with an inarticulate moan as he released all his stress and tension, letting the past go, letting the pain disappear, letting himself be a part of her.

They lay panting for a while, motionless yet still feeling the remains of the energy that had driven them coursing through their bodies as it dissipated and left languor in its wake.

Robin pressed a soft kiss to Don's temple.

"Mine," she whispered.

She felt rather than saw his answering smile against her neck.

After a moment he moved, sliding off to the side, but laying pressed up against her, not wanting to move any further away.

He caressed her face lovingly, staring down at her sweet gaze with a sense of contentment.

"Robin... I..."

Robin quickly put a hand over his mouth.

"Remember, you're still under oath."

Don's eyes crinkled as he smiled, pulling her hand away and kissing her fingertips, her palm and finally the inside of her wrist.

"So, how long am I under oath for, Counselor?" he asked teasingly.

Robin got a devilish look in her eye. "How about the rest of our lives, Agent Eppes?"

Don leaned over and kissed her, cupping her face in his hand and staring into her eyes for a moment before responding.

"I like the way that sounds."

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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 27th, 2006 07:37 am (UTC)
Confession
A while back, not long after Guns and Roses first aired, pro_f_iler wrote a Don/Robin fic called Quenched which dealt with what happened after Don walked through Robin's door at the end of that episode. It was a wonderful story in which Don teases about 'interrogating' Robin as they get intimate up against the door.

I loved the story, but wanted more. My muse came up with a bunny, so I asked pro_f_iler if I could write the idea I had as to what came after Quenched. He graciously agreed and I thank him for giving me permission to write and to publish Questioning.

This goes out to iolsai who originally requested prosecutor/witness porn /disclaimer/ under my evil influence. /end disclaimer/

Very special thanks to pro_f_iler whose excellent fic made this all possible.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
A Special Kind Of Crazy: holy shit by dawnydieselangelskuuipo on July 27th, 2006 04:23 pm (UTC)
Don hooked her leg behind the knee and pushed it up with his arm just as he thrust inside her all at once.

GaaAH! For some reason, that is the most erotic line in the whole fic for me. To be taken, possessed like that...um, damn, too bad the hub is at work right now. *g*

This is so very hot. I don't read much het anymore, and what I do is mostly confined to BtVS and Angel, but this is wonderful. All of your fics are wonderful.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 30th, 2006 10:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you. /blushes/

I have a bit of a slash rep apparently, but I do write plenty of het and gen as well. I think all genres provide interesting challenges.

I've been told that my stories have *cough* inspired some couples. /snicker/ Happy to be of service with teh hott. ;-)

Thanks,

Emma
perhaps some frottage is in order: [girls] Aya smilesororcula on March 19th, 2008 05:46 am (UTC)
*melts into a little puddle*
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on March 19th, 2008 05:49 am (UTC)
/dusts off hands/

My work here is done.

Oh, wait.

Robin's coming back.

Scratch that.

More Don/Robin porn has to be written now!
perhaps some frottage is in order: [numb3rs] Megan shadowssororcula on March 19th, 2008 03:07 pm (UTC)
She's coming back??
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on March 19th, 2008 04:40 pm (UTC)
Oops.

I thought everyone had heard by now.

Sorry.

I suppose it's a good thing I didn't slip and tell you what *other* woman is coming back...
perhaps some frottage is in order: [numb3rs] Charlie/Amita shoulder hugsororcula on March 20th, 2008 12:12 am (UTC)
I think I might have heard about the other one. Maybe.

But generally I try to stay away from spoilers.
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on March 20th, 2008 12:14 am (UTC)
I usually don't consider any casting news, especially in the proper press, to be spoilers since it tells me nothing about the actual story.

To each his or her own...
Ma Yumi: Don5ym4yum1 on October 23rd, 2011 10:49 pm (UTC)
took my breath away... :)))))))))))))