Acknowledgments:
Omi as always
For the Charlie/Amita shippers out there
Disclaimers:
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend" - Willow, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
I do not own the characters Charlie, Amita, Don or Alan nor do I have any rights to anything related to the TV show Numb3rs. I plead fair use and claim only my own writing and characters.
Charlie had wanted the first time he kissed Amita to be slow and romantic.
It wasn't.
After the gathering had wound down and Alan had gone to bed, Don and the others finally left. Once alone, Charlie walked Amita to the door, fully intending on finding a way to kiss her goodnight.
It just didn't happen the way he imagined it.
Before he could figure out what to say Amita stepped into his personal space and suddenly it was hands, lips everywhere, and stumbling up the stairs trying to get them both into Charlie's bedroom.
Charlie had wanted the first time he brought Amita to his room to be perfect and fully planned.
It wasn't.
They fumbled repeatedly trying to get out of their clothes; laughing at themselves at how hard it suddenly seemed to do such simple tasks like removing Amita's boots.
Totally unprepared for this possible outcome Charlie's bed was covered in pages and pages of equations. He inelegantly pulled back the bedspread with a jerk making them fall all over the floor in a flurry of white. Charlie was sure they must have stepped on a few tumbling their way into the bed but for the first time in his life he couldn't care less what happened to his math scribblings.
Charlie had wanted the first time he made love to Amita to be amazing.
It was.
Once they were together with nothing between them everything clicked into place.
Every breath, every movement was perfectly matched and answered by the other. Their kisses became strong and deep, their actions less frenetic as they found their rhythm, both somehow innately desiring exactly what the other was providing.
When Amita cried out his name a burst of joy ran through him that he could not contain.
Afterwards, spent but still deliriously happy, Charlie held Amita in his arms. As he held her close and she pressed her body to him, he realized something. This is why people get married, he thought. They want to feel this way for the rest of their lives.
He leaned down and sought out her lips for a soft kiss.
"So..." He said with a sly smile. "Untwinnable?"
"Definitely," Amita answered his smile with one of her own, somehow making Charlie even happier when he couldn't have imagined being any happier than he already was.
"However," Amita started speaking then stopped to move so she was lying on top of Charlie, running her fingers across his chest. "We should put that theory to the test. It may take repeated experimentation to prove or disprove it categorically."
Charlie flashed her his biggest smile. "Sure... I'm all for the scientific method," He laughed, pulling her down to him for a passionate kiss to prove his point.
Not at all what he imagined.
But so much better than he ever expected.