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21 September 2011 @ 11:59 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Siesta  
Posted to numb3rs_het

Title: Siesta
Series/Universe: Siesta
Pairing/Characters: Don/OFC
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: UP, Counterfeit Reality
Summary: In the empty void after Kim Don found good company in Marisol
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Four brutal murders.

Two high profile arrests.

Three day weekend in Mexico.

One burned out FBI agent.


Don pulled his baseball cap down to shade his eyes and relaxed into his hammock.

He had slept most of the car ride down and late into Saturday morning as well, exhausted from overwork.

Miller had dropped him off in Rosarito Beach on his way to his parent's place in Ensenada.

He'd asked yet again if Don wanted to join him, but Don begged off and said he really just wanted some time alone.

He'd been to this resort before, he knew it - was comfortable there.

He knew he could find a shady place to relax on the beach, he knew he could enjoy a bucket of ice cold Coronas and he knew he could find someone to keep him company.

Now he had a good sleep and a good meal behind him and he was ready for a nice siesta.

He listened to the waves crashing on the shore and let them lull him into drowsiness.

"Well... Look who's back. Buenos dias, Senor Eppes."

Don peeked out from under his hat to confirm the familiar voice.

"Marisol..." His eyes crinkled up as he flashed her his best smile. "What are you doing out in the sun during siesta?" he teased. He took in her appearance with one not too subtle glance, letting her see his interest. She was wearing a floral sundress, not revealing enough to be unprofessional, but not covering so much he had trouble remembering her in the bikini she'd been wearing when he'd first seen her across the pool his first day ever at the resort.

She held up a manila envelope in her hand. "Loan docs. I needed to get a signature from a client so we can close the deal on his new retirement home." She cocked her head towards the town beyond the resort. "I was about to head out."

Don frowned. "Oh, you don't want to get in a hot car, do you?"

"Car? I walked. It's not far, or have you forgotten?" she taunted, her fingers sliding along the edge of Don's hammock.

"Quarter mile to your place, more like three quarters of a mile to the Real Estate office." Don's fingers met hers then trailed up her arm lightly. "I haven't forgotten anything."

"Oh really?" Marisol raised an eyebrow at him. "Not even my phone number?"

Don let out a chuckle. "Hey, I was going to just show up at the office this afternoon and surprise you. I just got in. Barely had time to sleep and eat, so it's not like I didn't want to see you."

"But siesta called."

"Hey, with the case I just wrapped up? I've barely slept for weeks."

Marisol softened. "Bad one?"

"Do you read the LA newspaper?" Don replied.

Marisol's expression changed and it was obvious she understood.

"Oh God... That one... Oh, Don..." She shuddered and fell silent.

"Yeah." He gave her arm a little squeeze and flashed her a comforting smile. "Hey, it's siesta. Time to kick back and relax. Put it out of your head." He gestured to the hammock. "You could always stay with me. Hammock's built for two."

"Why Don, are you asking me to sleep with you?" she mocked playfully.

Don smiled at her with knowing eyes. "I don't remember having to ask before."

Marisol smiled and placed her envelope under the candle on the nearby table, tucking her small purse into the hammock by Don's feet, knowing he'd feel it if someone tried to swipe it while they slept.

She kicked off her shoes and carefully got into the hammock with him. "We'll have to see just how much you remember."

"Later," Don soothed. "Siesta now, catch up after."

"I had something else in mind for later." Marisol settled into Don's waiting arms, sighing as he closed them around her. "But siesta now sounds perfect."

"To me too," Don murmured, pulling his cap back over his eyes. "Perfect..."


Don woke as a deliciously cool breeze played over his face, a sharp contrast to the warm body beside him.

He felt Marisol stir and tossed his hat aside before pulling her close.

"Welcome back, sleepyhead," she murmured. She shifted to hover above him and he sank his hand into her long wavy hair and pulled her down to him.

Their kiss was relaxed, familiar, yet full of hints of what they both wanted later. Don felt a welling of desire in him and his other hand slid up over the rise of her hip, drawing her body closer to his.

"Well, that was a nice way to wake up," Don said with a smile, affectionately pushing her hair back behind one ear once she pulled away.

"Yeah..." Marisol agreed. "But I really do have to get back to the office."

"I know. Saturdays are work days for you." He let out a deep sigh. "When do I get to see you?" he asked.

"There's a party tonight at Alejandro's. It's his birthday so he's closing the restaurant and just letting friends in."

"Just? Alejandro? Are you sure there won't be more people there if it's his friends?" Don laughed.

Marisol echoed his laugh. "Well, social butterfly that he is, he's a good friend and he throws a wicked party." She let her fingers play across Don's chest for a moment. "It'll be more fun with you there though."

"It will indeed." Don pulled her down for another languid kiss. "What time should I come by your place to pick you up?"


Don nodded. "I'll be there."

Reluctantly Marisol extricated herself from the hammock and put her shoes back on.

"Wear black," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I like you in black."

Don grinned. "Whatever the lady wants..."

Marisol picked up her purse and envelope.

"I like the sound of that..."


The beach front restaurant's patio was ablaze with torches shooting flames up into the growing darkness of night as Don and Marisol headed outside.

Once dinner in the main room inside was done and Alejandro's birthday cake - or rather cakes given how many friends had shown up - had been voraciously consumed, everyone started to filter out to the patio where the band was getting ready to play.

"Seriously, Alejandro's has the best Mexican food on the planet," Don said happily, his arm around Marisol as they strolled over to the corner opposite the bandstand. "I can't tell how much I've missed being down here."

"Oh, so it's the food you missed?" She poked him lightly in the ribs.

Don wrapped his arms around Marisol from behind and nuzzled his face into her hair. "Not exactly."

"Good." Marisol leaned back into his arms. "Because a girl doesn't want to be shown up by food, no matter how good it is."

"No contest," he told her, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Although if you were to feed me Alejandro's food in bed..." he mused.

"Hey!" Marisol turned around in his arms and pretend pummeled his chest with her fists.

Don laughed and enfolded her back into his arms. "Just teasing..."

He leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss, stilling her protests. He felt her melt against him as she surrendered, arms snaking around his waist to pull him closer.

The opening strains of the first song drifted through the warm night air and they leisurely ended the kiss.


"In a little bit," Don said, settling himself back in behind her so they could watch the band, hands grazing low across her abdomen as he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm enjoying this for the moment, if that's okay with you."

Marisol placed her hands over Don's with a contented sigh.

"Longer than a moment is fine with me."


Dancing was one thing they both did well so despite how crowded the party was they managed to clear the center of the dance floor for their almost acrobatic efforts. Each time Don had come down south for a vacation they'd improved to the point where even the more ambitious moves were second nature - Don leading Marisol as if she were an extension of his own body.

"Whew!" Marisol fanned herself after a particularly brisk number. "How about a break?"

"How about a drink?" Don countered, leading her by the hand off the dance floor.

"I think you read my mind!" They headed for the ice filled buckets that held bottles of cervesa, Don opening one for both of them. He downed his fairly quickly while Marisol mostly held the icy glass bottle to her heated skin. "Oh, that feels good."

"You know what might feel better?" Don arched an eyebrow at her. "A late night dip in the ocean."

"Or the pool at your resort," Marisol countered.

"Not as much privacy there." Don wrinkled his nose.

"Why?" Marisol edged in close, running the cool bottle down Don's sweaty neck. "Were you planning on skinny dipping or something like that?"

"Something like that." Don's playful grin was only interrupted by Marisol's kiss as she leaned in, leisurely capturing his lips. "Let's get out of here," he told her, his voice husky.

She looked at him and then looked over at the line up of metal buckets filled with miniature chilled beer bottles. Smirking, she picked up a full bucket and cocked her head at him.

"I'm ready. Lead on."


They wound up in front of Don's beachfront bungalow lounging on a beach blanket watching the waves roll in as they drank the beers one by one.

"You picked a good weekend to visit," Marisol told him. "Not only were you in time for Alejandro's party, it's been cloudy for weeks and now we have this!" She gestured to the crystal clear sky littered with innumerable stars.

"I miss the stars when I'm back in L.A.," Don admitted. "Yeah, I'm sure my brother could get me into an observatory if I asked him to, but there's something to be said for just enjoying the night sky."

"Mmm... I'm certainly enjoying it." Marisol curled in closer to Don, lips grazing their way up his neck before she moved to kiss him. "Thank you for a lovely evening."

"Evening's not over yet," Don protested.

"The evening is," Marisol breathed the words just over Don's mouth, their lips brushing, "but the night's just begun."

She abruptly pulled back, laughing and pulled off her dress, tossing it aside next to the shoes she'd taken off before they stepped onto the sand.

"What are you doing?" he asked, shaking his head.

"You promised me a cool off! Last one in..."

Marisol didn't wait to finish her sentence. She just threw her bra back behind her and ran into the waves.

"Holy..." Don sprang up and stripped down to his boxer briefs before following her in, swimming out to where she was treading water. "I can't believe you actually did it."

"Amateur," Marisol scoffed. "Like I've never gone topless at the beach before."

He swam over and she wrapped herself around him, breasts pressing up against his chest. He found he could just barely touch bottom so he moved them a few feet closer to shore so he was on stronger footing then wrapped his arms around her, using one to keep her close while the other explored her wet skin.

"Miss me?" Don murmured between kisses.

"Maybe," Marisol tossed back playfully.

"Sounds like a challenge, to make you really miss me once I'm gone," Don countered, pausing only long enough to chew on her earlobe. "I like a challenge."

He turned her rapidly in his arms and shifted their position so they were facing the ocean instead of the shore, Don's broad back sheltering her from sight should anyone pass nearby.

They were close enough now that even Marisol could stand in the water so Don moved his hands away from holding her up and started using them to roam her body avidly. One hand caressed her full breasts beneath the surface, cool water canceling out only part of the friction heat. His other hand snuck down into her wet panties, fingering her there amidst the thatch of dark curls beneath the flimsy fabric.

Marisol let her head fall back against Don, little noises of approval escaping from her as she reveled in his touch. Her body subtly undulated to meet his touches, communicating her hunger for more.

The movements were more than enough to spur Don's interest so he joined in, rubbing the growing bulge in his sodden underwear against her ass, eventually becoming achingly hard with want.

"We're not going to make it to your bed, are we?" Marisol asked breathlessly.

Don chuckled heartily. "I'm worried we might not make it out of the ocean!"


The decision ended up being made for them as the sweep of a police car's flashlight a couple of hundred yards down the beach, in the public area past the resort's boundary, gave them enough pause to catch their breath and leave the sea.

Don carried Marisol in his arms, both a romantic and practical gesture as it covered up her toplessness as well.

Leaving the blanket and everything on it behind for the moment, Don carried her up onto the porch of his bungalow just past his hammock, setting her down with her derriere resting against the porch's smooth wood bannister.

As he crouched down in front of her his index fingers hooked into the sides of her dripping panties and tugged them down and off her. Nudging her legs open a little wider he nestled his nose into her damp curls, his tongue sneaking out in an exploratory lick that made her jump under his hands.

Encouraged, Don drove his tongue deeper, reveling in the scent of sea and sex, the taste of her that he remembered so well despite how long it had been since his last visit.

"Unh... Don..." Marisol was having trouble forming words, her nails scrabbling against the back of his head, gripping his wet curls as she gasped. "Want..."

In one brisk motion, Don withdrew and grabbed her by the hips, turning her around and bending her over the bannister. He stood, shedding his underwear as fast as he could, releasing his impatient erection. Three steps away, just inside the door, he grabbed a condom as fast as he could and unwrapped it on his way back, putting it on as he moved into position behind her.

Rubbing his sheathed cock against her wetness gained him a low moan as Marisol braced her hands, ready for him.

Lining up, Don paused only a split second for a final breath then drove in all at once - both of them crying out with the pleasure jolt of union.

Grasping her hips firmly in his hands, he pulled out and slammed back in, repeating with greater force each time - just this side of brusque, just the way they both liked it.

The waves crashing on the shore couldn't drown out their vocalizations: gasps, groans and occasional swear words followed by hoarse whispers of "please, please..."

Shifting, Don moved one hand to grasp a breast, rolling the erect nipple in his fingers as his other hand snaked back into her folds to stroke her to completion.

Marisol shook violently, but Don knew her body well enough to keep her on the very edge as long as possible, pulling back just slightly before giving it everything he had to overwhelm her.

Don didn't understand the torrent of Spanish that fell from her lips, but the message got through loud and clear.

As she tightened around him his control faltered and he let his head fall back, one last guttural grown rising up out of him as his body went taut, exploding inside her with a force that rocked him on his feet, only the bannister keeping them both upright afterwards.

They slumped down to the porch together as they separated, both blissfully smiling and exhausted, sharing a delicate kiss before Marisol laid her head on Don's chest.

"Okay, yeah," she admitted between heavy pants. "I missed you."


After retrieving their possessions from the beach and taking a long shower, Don loaned Marisol one of his undershirts and a pair of his boxers to wear and slipped into a pair of boxers himself.

The night was still warm so they settled into the hammock together, curled up contentedly as the repeated crashing and receding of the ocean waves started to lull them into sleepiness.

"Thanks for a memorable evening," she whispered, placing a kiss on his chest.

"Likewise," Don echoed. "I don't know how you do it, but every time I come down I'm convinced I can't get my latest case out of my head and then you show up and it all falls away like nothing." He stroked her still damp hair threading his fingers through the tendrils around her face. "You help me forget all the bad and remember all the good."

"We do that for each other," she reminded him. "You know I'm all about work while you're away; it's the only thing that keeps me busy enough to not think about my past. But with you? I can rest and just be content, sated, at peace."

Don shifted to look down at her, raising her chin with his finger so she would meet his gaze.

"Do you think there's hope for us?" he asked. "To ever be able to put aside all that sadness in our past for good and live life full time like this? Content and peaceful?"

"Yes," Marisol said, her voice strong with conviction. "For both of us. Because if we can see glimpses of it now? It exists for us, even if only fleeting. And every time we return to this place we make the trip easier. We may never forget, but I have faith that love will return to our lives. It might not be with each other, but until we're ready?" She stopped long enough to give Don a languid kiss, filled with gratitude. "I'm happy to be a part of your life on that journey."

Don pulled her tightly into his arms, kissing the top of her head as he squeezed her and held her close.

Letting out a long breath, he settled into the hammock with her, feeling the quiet joy of having her by his side, allowing the moment to cement in his memory.

For now all roads led to Marisol, but someday he would veer off, find his heart stolen by another woman - one he could devote his life to.

But for now, Marisol was a gift, one he was eternally grateful for.

He pressed one last kiss to her temple before settling down with a sigh.

"I'm happy to be a part of your journey too."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 24th, 2011 09:11 pm (UTC)
This - and the prequel Sunset - are some of my oldest unpublished fic. Both are from 2006 - Siesta from September and Sunset from November. They were originally the same fic, but the seriousness of Marisol's story about what happened to her fiance Arturo didn't fit with the lightness of Don's siesta and the party that came after. Thus splitting them up.

This isn't the entire Don/Marisol tale, but I have no idea if any more will be written. Clearly nothing has since 2006 so I'm not holding my breath. Then again, the muse has turned one shots into series to make readers who asked for it happy. /shrugs/


Emma DeMarais
aka DevilWoman, the Thrower of (plot)Bunniesjebbypal on September 25th, 2011 02:10 am (UTC)
Really love the look at them like this. You really fleshed out Marisol in both stories, and was easy to see Don reacting to her. Great job!
ladygray99ladygray99 on October 1st, 2011 04:15 pm (UTC)
"Although if you were to feed me Alejandro's food in bed..."

I this that is the true fantisey of every male and can I just say you write het smut so well. You write all smut so well but I'm always up for reading your het smut :)
Emma DeMaraisemmademarais on October 1st, 2011 06:37 pm (UTC)
Het smut really gets ignored a lot so I don't mind being a bit of a flag waver for it, even if I don't specialize in any type of porn at all. ;-)

Thanks for all the reading! It was a lovely treat to wake up to all your comments. :-)