Title: Butterfly Touches
Author: Dylan, LeoDiabla
Email: to archive: Yep, just tell me where.
Genre: Het.
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Amita
Rating: PG-13, just in case.
Summary: Amita's POV on Charlie's casual brushes.
Warnings: None…
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the fic, expect maybe the plot.
Spoilers: The 'Pilot'
Notes: I dunno:shrugs: I wanted to try out Amita. I'm not the biggest fan of present tense but it worked…hopefully. ;)
Butterfly Touches 1/1
Summary: Amita's POV on Charlie's casual brushes.
"Here, I'll help you with that…"
Amita Ramanujan looks over and sees Don Eppes appear next to her, holding up his side of the chart. He glances at her, his eyes friendly.
"How you doing?"
"Good…Nice to see you again."
He doesn't reply, but just gives her an interested turn of his lips. She turns her head slightly, and catches a glimpse of the partner…Teresa something…Terry.
She notices Terry's mouth pinched into a thin line, and her green eyes boring into Don's back, disbelievingly.
Don steps back, and tosses her a final smile, before returning to his seat. Charlie subtly moves in, and Amita's stomach flutters nervously when his dark, excited eyes turn onto her.
She sees the usual look, and moves to a side, respectively, so Charlie can really get everyone's attention.
He continues to ramble on about such variables as she passes him, and her heart skips a beat when she feels Charlie's hand guide her, resting at her lower back.
Because she's moving, his fingers trails across her hip and only when she regains her position next to him, do his fingers drop away.
Amita pushes down the disappointment rising in her chest at the difference, but when she observes the way his hands return to wave excitedly, in accordance to his lecture, she can't help but feel the energy radiating off of him.
His eyes shoot back at her for a quick look, and she doesn't know if she imagines it on not but…
She sees future promises of those butterfly touches.