Sweetest Sin . PG Fandom: Numb3rs. Don/Charlie Words: 108 Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish. Author’s Notes: Written for drabbles100 on LJ. Prompt # 38 Touch. Summary: The oh-so-sweet taste of sin.
Moonlight filtered between the window shades, highlighting the soft skin that lay naked, but for a forlorn sheet. The white material was a stark contrast against the tanned skin of an arm that rested on a paler back, callused fingers leaving invisible, nonsense patterns on the soft skin.
It was a ritual done every night, to soothe and calm, and to reassure. The one was here for the other, consequences be damned.
Don raised his arm slightly as Charlie rolled onto his back, his curls messy against his cheek as he looks up at Don. No words spoken as Don’s lips capture Charlie’s. Sin never tasted to sweet.