Prompt: Blush
Rating:
K+
Characters:
Charlie, Amita, Megan, Colby
Warnings: schmoopy smushy fluffiness, excessively hot men being hot, PWP without the pr0n (Plot What Plot?)
Genres:
Humor, Friendship, Fluff, Gen, Romance, Het, Pr0nless PWP (Plot? What Plot?)

Summary: Innocent and intimate are not always mutually exclusive ideas.


Megan thought that there were quite a few amusing things about Charlie and Amita's relationship.

The fact that they took so long to realize that they couldn't expect their relationship to be like others.

The way they seemed like kids on the playground one moment—innocent in their love and chaste in their displays of affection—and the next were playing games that made even some of her fellow agents blush with the blatant nature of their flirting.

Though some of them blushed more easily than others.

David didn't really blush thanks to his dark skin tone, but Megan had a feeling he would have been anytime the two of them shared one of their 'evolutionary kisses' as Larry called them—the kind that started with a peck on the lips and gradually deepened until they were almost pornographic.

Colby usually found a reason to leave before he blushed, but it happened during briefings sometimes, generally when a pet name slipped out—from Amita usually—and Charlie would give her this look that was half scolding/half salacious smirk.

For a long time Megan thought Don wasn't capable of being embarrassed by his little brother's romance and lack of PDA control.

Until the day the elevator opened and an impatient Don found himself almost walking into the middle of a fairly intense make-out moment.

Oh yes, Don Eppes was definitely capable of being embarrassed.

Larry was probably the easiest of their little circle when it came to blushing brought on by his young friend's behavior.

Not that he wasn't happy for Charlie and Amita, but it took barely more than a kiss on the lips to have him stammering an excuse and retreating in flames.

Megan knew she wasn't immune either.

Her teammates thought she was, but that was only because her trigger was so uncommon that none of them had witnessed it.

Charlie was often distracted. Amita less so, but still more than most non-academic people. Rarely were both of them fully distracted at once.

Even more rare was joint distraction so severe that they would unconsciously drift into each other's personal bubble and just... not drift back out.

Like gravity, she'd told Larry once.

They would reach a state of such complete inattentiveness that they would slowly get closer and closer and not even realize it.

And then it would happen.

"You see?" Charlie asked, voice soft in the hush that had fallen over the office this late at night.

Amita's hand found its way to his shoulder, but neither seemed to notice as they regarded the boards before them.

"I think so," she said cautiously. "But I think this right here—"

She pointed to one of the squiggles that might have been a number or a letter and explained her issue with it, but Megan was actually more interested in the way her hand was slowly sliding across Charlie's shoulder to his neck.

He turned to look at her, smiling, and she gave him a quick-flash grin of her own.

"Yeah, okay," he said. "And if we change this..."

Their eyes went back to the board and the equation, but Amita's hand—and Megan's attention therefore—was inching up into Charlie's hair, threading into the curls and getting a good secure hold.

Megan's head tilted as she considered this—and the fact that neither of them seemed to be aware of the action.

Her psychology training told her that it was probably a subconscious fear of losing him that had Amita seeking that connection—not just a physical link, but actually getting a grip not easily shaken off.

It also said something about Charlie's subconscious fears that he didn't try to free himself, even absently.

And somehow knowing all that only made the gesture that much more intimate.

And that was when Megan felt her cheeks heat up, her gaze shifting away as soon as she realized what she was seeing.

Which of course was Colby's cue to enter with a file of more information for the two mathematicians, announcing himself with the rather unsubtle, "Megan, what are you thinking about that has you blushing like that?"

Charlie and Amita turned and Megan found herself the subject of three curious gazes. Which only fueled the embarrassment and sent more blood rushing to her cheeks.

But she hadn't survived in a male-dominated work environment without learning a trick or two for deflecting attention from her. "Are you sure you want to know the answer to that?" she asked.

Colby grinned and started to speak, then paused when she arched an eyebrow.

"Is it about you and Larry?"

She grinned. "Maybe."

"Then no. I'm good." He turned and held up the folder. "Got your information on the 911 calls."

Charlie hurried over to take the folder and ask questions, but Amita was still looking at Megan, head tilted in consideration.

Megan shook her head and Charlie saved her from further scrutiny with his data to add to the equation, bringing Amita back to the boards.

Let them think she'd been daydreaming of Larry. It was less embarrassing than the truth and would keep Colby from asking her anything non-work related.

For at least a week or two anyway.


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