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Snippet: Charlie was staring searchingly at him while Ian put an arm around his hip and brushed the dark curls out of his forehead with his free hand. “Say yes,” Ian whispered.

Pairing: Charlie/Ian Edgerton
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: Sniper Zero, Toxin, Two daughters, Spree, Hot Shot
Setting: Season one to Season three
Warnings: Slash, sex, bad words
Author’s note: Written for the Numb3rs New Year Challenge. I’m answering the prompts of Truthwritaslies: 1. How they got together and 2. A fight bad enough that they’re on the verge of breaking up, but something happens and they get back together (though that’s only minor)

Beta: cpwatcher, thank you!

Disclaimer: I’m not making money with this fanfic. The TV-show Numb3rs and the characters appearing within it belong to their producers and creators. Any similarities to living or dead persons are purely coincidental and not intended.

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Alan Eppes left the house in the evening. Ian watched Charlie’s father getting into his car and leaving, only then did he leave the shadow of the house he had been leaning against. It wasn’t as if he wanted to hide from Alan, but he hated small talk and meeting Alan would have resulted in just that. Through some skilfully placed questions to Don, Ian had learned that Charlie would be alone at home this evening. While Don was still engaged in reading the reports of his team on McHugh’s arrest, Alan was on the way to his book club right now. Ian had seen Charlie in the morning and spoken with him, but their talk had had to do with the case and they’d remained strictly professional. A private visit hadn’t been planned but Ian had made up his mind after McHugh was arrested. Working with Charlie again had reminded him of the night over six months ago. It would have been nonsense to seek his pleasure somewhere else. Ian wanted Charlie. And he knew that Charlie wanted him, too.

Lights were on in the garage. When Ian took a look through the half open window, he saw the mathematician, wearing headphones, standing and writing in front of one of his blackboards. His hips moved in time to the music and Ian smiled, as he saw Charlie turning the music even louder. He didn’t think that calling out or knocking would be heard, so he shoved the window up and climbed into the garage. Charlie didn’t notice Ian approaching behind him. The sniper stood silently behind the smaller man for several moments, before he pulled the headphones off with a sudden movement. Frightened, Charlie flinched and turned around, a reproachful expression on his face. “Don, I told you …” He stopped when he recognized Ian. Then he smiled. “Hey!“

“Hey!” Ian answered.

Charlie turned off the music and put down the iPod. “Did you ring the bell? Sorry. It’s hard to hear something when I …”

He stopped when Ian put a hand into his neck, pulling him close. “Charlie,” he said softly, cupping his face to place a tender kiss on his lips. Charlie’s hand moved to Ian’s hip and his fingers hooked into one of the belt loops, dragging Ian a few inches closer until they could feel the other’s body heat. Ian tightened his grip, pressing their bodies together. Charlie stared at him while Ian was putting an arm around his hips and brushed the dark curls out of his forehead with his free hand. “Say yes,” Ian whispered. Charlie frowned as if he was studying an unsolvable problem in front of him. Ian pulled up Charlie’s t-shirt, brushing with his fingertips just under the tops of the jeans. He stopped there. Charlie was still staring at him thoughtfully. “Say yes,” Ian repeated.

“What are you doing?” Charlie asked instead.

Ian smiled. “If you don’t know by now, you’ll have to get out more, Professor.” Charlie grimaced and Ian knew just then that he’d lost. But he refused to give up, yet, and kept his arm around Charlie. “It’s just sex,” he said. “We had it. I just thought …”

“That you’d come to me and I’d spread my legs to let you fuck me?” Charlie asked.

Ian bit his lip to stifle an amused grin. “I’d have used nicer words. I didn’t even know that you knew words like that.” Charlie stepped back and Ian let him go. He got serious when Charlie crossed his arms. “We both knew what we were getting into, right?” he asked.

“The last time, yes,” Charlie said. When Ian approached him again, Charlie stared at him, his expression firm. “No, Ian.”

The agent shrugged, putting his hands on his hips. “Worth trying it.” He went to the window. “See ya, Professor.” That said, Ian left the garage just as fast as he’d entered it. He knew that Charlie wouldn’t budge.

Ian wasn’t the kind of guy who begged. The disappointment was there, though, for a couple of weeks and it was hard to breathe through it sometimes. Even though he tried to ignore it.


On to Part 3
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Additional author’s note: I’m currently looking for a beta willing to look through the grammar of other Numb3rs stories I wrote. If there’s someone out there interested, just leave me a PM.


( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 25th, 2010 11:34 am (UTC)
Nice to see more of this.
Feb. 26th, 2010 03:23 pm (UTC)
Thanks. There will be more.
Feb. 25th, 2010 04:39 pm (UTC)
Way to go, Charlie, to stand firm against temptation and just being a casual plaything.
Feb. 25th, 2010 08:26 pm (UTC)
I would like to see Ian beg... Will anyone else second this?
Feb. 25th, 2010 10:45 pm (UTC)
I will gladly second this! (I'm actually hunting Dom!Charlie/Sub!Ian stories ATM).

I don't think he will, though, in this fic - but I'm pretty sure he's going to miss Charlie more than he expects after this! Can't wait to see how it comes out.
Feb. 25th, 2010 11:01 pm (UTC)
Dom! Charlie
Ladygray99 has a drable series called silk pillow. I also have one.
Feb. 26th, 2010 03:26 pm (UTC)
Re: Dom! Charlie
I'm sorry to say that he won't really beg in this story. But he's going to miss Charlie more than he expects, of course. It's only Chapter 2 of 6. Let's see what happens. Thanks for reviewing. :)
Feb. 26th, 2010 01:00 am (UTC)
Interesting. Ian isn't used to being told no, is he?
Feb. 26th, 2010 03:27 pm (UTC)
Seriously, who would say No? :) Thanks for reading.
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