Numb3rs fic: Anesthetic
Fandom: Numb3rs
Title: Anesthetic
Characters/Pairing: Don/Liz (don't kill me, feliciakw )
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo
Word Count: 140
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers, and I already warned for the pairing. :)
Author's Notes: when characters give you entertaining dialogue out of the blue, what can you do but roll with it?
Summary: Don had meant to be reassuring.
Anesthetic
by izhilzha
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Don had meant to be reassuring. Obviously, Liz was not interpreting it that way. She pushed herself up on both elbows and stared at him. “I'm your anesthetic? I'm not sure I like that.”
Rephrase, Eppes, quick. “Not . . . anesthetic. More like a good wine.” A confused smile twitched her full lips; okay, he was on a roll. “Rich, complex, compelling. . . .” He eyed her naked curves, barely covered by the sheer sheet. “Full-bodied.”
She snickered. He took the opportunity to gather her in, chest to chest, nose to nose. “You dull the anxiety, make me relax, and bring joy to my heart.”
She smirked. “And a hangover the next day?”
Don sighed. “It's not a perfect metaphor.”
When she kissed him, instead of pushing away, he thanked his lucky stars he'd found a girl who could laugh--at him, and at herself.
~~~~~
Title: Anesthetic
Characters/Pairing: Don/Liz (don't kill me, feliciakw )
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo
Word Count: 140
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers, and I already warned for the pairing. :)
Author's Notes: when characters give you entertaining dialogue out of the blue, what can you do but roll with it?
Summary: Don had meant to be reassuring.
Anesthetic
by izhilzha
~~~~~
Don had meant to be reassuring. Obviously, Liz was not interpreting it that way. She pushed herself up on both elbows and stared at him. “I'm your anesthetic? I'm not sure I like that.”
Rephrase, Eppes, quick. “Not . . . anesthetic. More like a good wine.” A confused smile twitched her full lips; okay, he was on a roll. “Rich, complex, compelling. . . .” He eyed her naked curves, barely covered by the sheer sheet. “Full-bodied.”
She snickered. He took the opportunity to gather her in, chest to chest, nose to nose. “You dull the anxiety, make me relax, and bring joy to my heart.”
She smirked. “And a hangover the next day?”
Don sighed. “It's not a perfect metaphor.”
When she kissed him, instead of pushing away, he thanked his lucky stars he'd found a girl who could laugh--at him, and at herself.
~~~~~