Emma DeMarais (emmademarais) wrote,
Emma DeMarais

Numb3rs Fic: The End of a Long Day

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Title: The End of a Long Day
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Colby
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Judgment Call
Summary: The Craftsman offers a welcome respite after a long day of fighting bad guys
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

He comes in from the garage, weary, shoulders slumped. An aura of exhaustion surrounds his aching body, but it was worth the long hours. The case is wrapped up and the bad guys are in jail. Five days of all out effort, but if Don could do it, so could he. There was pretty much nothing he wouldn't do for Don, but now? Now was the time for well-earned rest.

Hanging up the keys, he shuffles through the nightly lockup process on auto-pilot. Kitchen door? Check. Both back doors? Locked. Window to window to window... All shut tight. The flip of the porch switch light to off is a pleasant symbol: all the occupants are now home safe and sound.

Sluggish feet make their way up the well-worn well-loved wood stairs of the dimly lit Craftsman, remembering to avoid the creaky eleventh stair tread. The house has a wonderfully restful feel to it; he loves how it welcomes him home, how it calms him, erasing the day and helping to put it in the past.

The bedroom door opens silently to reveal a sleeping form in the bed striped subtly with moonlight through the blinds. Shedding clothing is like letting the tension go, letting it fall away, sent to its proper place. A deep healing breath exhales the remainder, leaving behind only anticipatory dreams of sweet slumber.

Charlie once told Colby that nothing felt better to him at the end of a long day than being folded into Colby's strong arms and pillowing his head on Colby's broad chest. It made sense: that feeling of being surrounded by love and protection even in sleep.

But as Colby slips into bed Charlie's still sleeping body instantly molds to his, legs entwining - Colby's head on the same pillow behind those familiar curls inhaling the comforting scent of the man he loves... This is his own version of bliss: ending the day curled up close with Charlie. No fear, no danger, nothing but peace.

Tags: fic, numb3rs, numb3rs_slash
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