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01 December 2008 @ 07:07 am
A Woman Waits for Me 11/39  
Title: A Woman Waits for Me
: 11/39
Author: ladygray99 
Pairing: Charlie/Colby, Ian
Summary: When Don’s life slides into the darkness only family will help him find his way out. – Charlie goes shooting, then dancing.
Rating: NC-17 (SMUT!!!!!)
Word Count: 3,484
Warning: D/s, Guns (but not used in the D/s. Don’t worry.)
Disclaimer: Numb3rs belongs to other people who are not me. I’m not making any money from this though I wish I were.
Previous Chapters: Part 4 of Whitman ‘verse. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Authors Notes: I realized I just hadn’t written enough smut or Ian in this story yet. Sorry Ian’s not directly involved in the smut (yet). And really feedback is how I know you’re reading. If a fic author writes a fic and no one reads it was it really written?
Betas:swingandswirl  and riverotter1951 

Part 11
The Taste of Sweat

Ian took long strides down the gun range. It was time for qualification and even as third best sniper in the country, every month the FBI wanted to know he could still hit a target at 15 yards with a Glock.

Something in the corner of his eyes sent an interesting message up to Ian’s brain. He was used to trusting his eyes almost more than anything else, so he quickly backtracked for a conformation. Dr. Charlie Eppes fired off an entire clip, carefully put his weapon down and drew the target forward. He looked carefully at the target and made some sort of notation in a book before replacing the target and sending it out to the range.

“I though you didn’t believe in guns, Professor?” Ian said.

Charlie jumped a little before looking at Ian. “Agent Edgerton. I don’t. I detest the things.”

“And yet here you are doing what..?” Ian asked.

“I try to keep in practice. Should I end up in a crisis situation with a gun in my hand I’d like to be able to make the best of it.” Charlie gestured to the note book “I’m also doing a comparative analysis of various types of ammo and how they interact with cleaning techniques, different brands of gun oil and weather conditions for greatest accuracy.”

“Weather conditions?”

Charlie shrugged. “I’m finding humidity seems to be causing a slight shift, thought I’m not sure if it has to do with the gun itself or my reaction to the weather.”

Ian snorted a bit. “Dr. Eppes doing personal weapons research, never would have believed it.”

“I have a brother and a partner in the line of fire every day.” Charlie said with a serious edge. “If I can tell them that something works a little better than something else…”

“Understandable.” Ian said, actually appreciating the fact that Charlie was apparently willing to set aside high philosophy for the human end of the equation. “Who taught you how to shoot?” He asked.

“Don and Colby.” Charlie answered.

“Figured. You shoot like army and you’ve already picked up some bad habits.”

“Have I?” Charlie asked.


“Would you care to correct me then?”

Ian shook his head. “I wouldn’t presume Professor.”

“Presume away.”

Ian nodded. “All right, reload. Turn around.” Charlie did as told and aimed down range. “You’re pulling left. Rotate out your right foot a little. Straighten your left wrist. Drop your right shoulder.” Charlie shifted and turned a little. “Ok give me three shots.” Charlie fired three shots. Ian didn’t bother to look at the target; he looked at the way Charlie’s body handled instead. Charlie held position. Ian reached out and gave Charlie’s right bicep a squeeze then the left. “Interesting.”

“I’d like to see you write on a black board for eight hours a day and not develop some lopsided muscle mass.”

Ian nodded, having never actually considered that. “Well, I’d start doing one-armed pushups on your left side until it evens out. Until then, rotate that right foot a little more and give me three more shots.” Charlie pulled off three more. This time Ian watched Charlie’s hands. They were reasonably steady. Steadier than a lot of young agents he’d trained over the years. Still…

“How much coffee do you drink, Professor?”

“Mathematicians are machines that convert caffeine into equations.” Charlie said bluntly.

“So a lot?”


“Well I suppose if you’re ever in a real fire fight the adrenaline is going to be doing a lot worse things to your aim than a few cups of coffee. Finish the clip.” Charlie emptied the clip at a steady pace, taking a moment before each shot. Ian brought the target forward. There was a fairly neat grouping, almost center of mass, but moving closer to the dead center.

Charlie made a few more notes in a small book.

“Tracking your progress?”

“Only way to know if I improve.”

“Well, you improved just between the first three and the last three. Reload and see if you can do it again.”

Ian found himself talking Charlie through three more clips. Each one got progressively better but there was still something that was a little off. Ian watched Charlie carefully. Charlie’s body was saying that the shots should be grouped far more tightly than they were.

“Let me see your eyes, Charlie.”

“Why, Ian...” Charlie said with a flirtatious smile and batted his eyelashes. Ian got a small pain in his head. Something about Charlie flirting with him seemed horribly wrong.

“What’s your vision?” He asked.

“20/20.” Charlie replied.

“Okay. Just follow my finger.” Ian said and moved his finger the length, breath and depth of the small space between him and Charlie. “Are you taking anything, Professor?”

Charlie’s face became serious. “Why?”

“Just tell me.”

“I take a small dose of Paroxetine Hydrochloride every 48 hours.”

Ian shook his head. “What does that do?”

Charlie sighed. “It’s an SSRI.” Ian shrugged. “It’s an antidepressant.” Charlie said tersely.

“Is it also a muscle relaxant?”

“I think it’s a side effect.” Charlie said with a half shrug.

“And let me guess, you took a dose this morning.”


Ian nodded. “I can see your eye muscles twitching. They’re not holding focus as well as they should, so you’re not clustering as tight.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Only if you’re planning on quitting the math gig and becoming a sniper.”

Charlie gave a half chuckle. “Not likely.”

“Then I wouldn’t worry.”

Charlie gave a nod. “So do I pass Agent Edgerton’s school of small arms?”

“I think I can be persuaded to pass you.”

Charlie leaned in close. “Really and what would that take?” He said in a sultry voice.

Ian felt his heart rate spike and that funny little pain reemerged in his head again.

“You can fire off one more clip. Half center of mass, half to the head.”

Charlie gave a nod and reloaded. Ian watched as Charlie morphed from flirt to focused as any agent, with a look on his face that put Ian very much in mind of Don. There were six quick shots to center of mass. Charlie adjusted slightly and emptied the rest of the clip.

Ian drew the target forward. There was a nice cluster in both the torso and the head. Ian rolled up the target and handed it over like a diploma. “Congratulations, Professor Eppes.”

“Thank you very much, Professor Edgerton. Could I offer you a cup of coffee as tuition? Or whatever magic non jittery juice snipers drink.”

“I’m not on duty, so coffee will be just fine.”


Ian accepted his cup of coffee from Charlie, who sat down across from him. Charlie’s cup was at least twice as big.

“How many of those have you had today?” Ian asked.

“Just two. I’m trying to cut back.”

“They say caffeine stunts growth.”

Charlie smiled. “Ian, I assure you for reasons entirely my own, I am immune to short jokes.”

Ian decided not to think about what could make a man completely comfortable with only being five foot six.

“So I take it you’re not here on a case?” Charlie asked.

Ian shook his head. “My mother just moved down from Sonoma. She’s got some friends in the area, I’m just making sure she’s settled.”

“Awww. What a good son.”

Ian gave a slight smile. “I have my moments.”

“Don’t we all. Though I should have guessed you were a Northern California boy.”

Ian chuckled. “Born and bred.”

“Spending your childhood traipsing through vineyards while I managed the mean streets of LA.”

Ian threw back his head and laughed. “You have never had to survive a mean street in your life, Professor.”

“You try starting high school at ten and tell me that’s not an exercise in pure survival.”

Ian snorted. “When I was ten my mother had me in tights working the first Renaissance Faires with her on weekends.”

Charlie laughed “Tights?”

“You will never find the photos.”

Charlie shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ve got a picture of Don, two years old, in diapers, with daisies in his hair, peace signs painted on his cheeks, holding a sign that says Make Love not War.” Ian actually felt himself snicker, which was a rare thing. “Next time he pisses me off it’s going to magically find its way into his personnel file.”

Ian raised his cup of coffee. “Here’s to hippy parents and blackmail photos.”

“Indeed. Dad still gets stoned every couple of months with this guy down the street and honestly thinks we don’t notice when he takes a fourth helping of lasagna.”

Ian nodded. “Sounds like my mother. She still spends her weekends playing mandolin at ren faires and getting up to god only knows what and at her age, too.”

“Sounds like a pair.” Charlie said with a laugh.

“They could start a support group. Old hippies with feds for kids.”

Charlie shook his head. “How are you supposed to rebel against a generation that practically defined youth rebellion?”

“Join the FBI, apparently.” Ian provided.

“Well, whatever works.”


Charlie opened the door to Colby’s apartment and wandered into the living room. He put the gun case and final target down on the table.

“Hey, love.” Charlie greeted brightly.

“Hey,” said Colby. “I was about to get worried.”

Charlie looked at his watch. “Wow. Sorry. I ran into Ian at the range and we ended up getting coffee.”

“Edgerton’s in town?”

“Yeah, but he’s just helping his mom move.” Charlie leaned over the back of the couch to give Colby a kiss on the temple. “What’s for dinner?”

“I don’t know. You and Ian have a long talk?”

“Guess we did.”

“Talk about anything in particular?”

Charlie shrugged. “Just stuff.”

“Oh.” Colby shifted on the couch. Charlie felt something shift in the room.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing,” said Colby quickly.

Charlie frowned and sat down next to Colby. “What’s wrong? Is this about not liking me with guns?”

Colby shook his head. “No. No. That’s fine.”

“Then what?”

“Did you flirt with him?” Colby said suddenly.



“A little but…”

“Did he flirt back?”

“No. Colby?” Something clicked in Charlie’s brain. “You’re jealous.”

“No.” Colby said quickly.

“Hey.” Charlie said and quickly straddled Colby’s lap putting them face to face. “You have nothing to be jealous about.”

“I know, I know.” Colby said quickly.

Charlie took Colby’s face. “Hey, you have nothing to be jealous about. Yes I flirt. It’s the first time in my life I’ve been able to, been safe to. And yeah, I flirt with Ian. But I flirt with Ian because it throws him completely off balance, and we’ve spent enough time trying piss on each other’s professional territory that I get more than a little pleasure watching him get this funny, slightly panicked look on his face. And yeah I flirt with the DEA because they’re shameless and it makes Don’s left eye twitch.” Colby let out a little chuckle. “I’m all yours, Colby. Do you get that? Anything you want from me. You want me to stop flirting, I will, want me to go back to ratty jeans and t-shirts, I will.”

Colby shook his head. “It’s just…You could do so much better than me, Charlie.”

“What? Where the hell did you get that idea?”

“I mean everyone wants you.”

Charlie shook his head slowly. “They really don’t.”

“You’ve got math groupies all over you, you could have damn near any professor on earth, Edgerton’s sex on toast and he’d have you and you’d probably have him. I’m a field agent with no real chance for promotion and a spotty record. You could have the rich, powerful, sexy and brilliant of the world if you wanted them.” Colby said waving his arms around Charlie.

Charlie leaned in pressing his lips to Colby’s forehead. “No I couldn’t. I am damaged goods and even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t want them. First damn time I saw you it was all I could do to keep from jumping you right in the middle of the office and every day, every new thing I learned about you that urge just got worse. I’m just trying to figure out every day why you want me. Especially after everything I did to you. I’m insane, I’m scarred, I’m hairy, I’m getting old, I’m self absorbed, and I give whole new meaning to the words high maintenance, and have you really looked closely at this nose?”

“You’re beautiful, Charlie.” Colby whispered.

“No. I’m not.”

Charlie was suddenly pulled into a kiss. He eagerly opened his mouth to Colby’s, thankful to be claimed by it. He started to melt into Colby’s arms when Colby pushed him gently away.

“Stand up. Get undressed.”

Charlie grinned and started stripping off his clothes. Just the sound of Colby sounding vaguely commanding could get him hard in an instant. It was a bit of a problem in the office really. Colby walked out of the room as Charlie pulled off his shoes. By the time Colby got back Charlie’s cock was ready and he had his hands clamped behind his head to be ready for Colby’s perusal.

Colby came back in with some clothes.

“Catch.” He tossed the bundle to Charlie who barely managed to grab them. “Get dressed but don’t zip up.”

Charlie quickly pulled on the skin tight long sleeved black t-shirt that had a slight iridescence to it. The jeans were a little trickier. They were just a little too small and were damn near skin tight. He managed to pull them up over his ass as Colby watched.

“Good. Bend over and grab the back of the couch.” Charlie grabbed the back of the couch as Colby disappeared behind him. Charlie felt his jeans pulled part way back down and cold lube slicked fingers spread his ass. It wasn’t fingers that entered. Charlie felt one of the hard smooth acrylic plugs they had slip in. It wasn’t a deep one but was wide and didn’t come out without some force. The back of his jeans were quickly pulled back up and Charlie let out a groan as Colby’s large hand wrapped around his cock and began roughly jerking him off.

“Cum quickly, Professor.”

Charlie squeezed his eyes shut and let his hips thrust into a warm hand and a cool damp washcloth. Charlie shuddered and came and, as soon as he was soft, was quickly tucked into his jeans and zipped up.

“Stand up.” Charlie stood and was handed a stick of eyeliner that had been purchased on a whim months before. “Put this on and grab your shoes. We’re going dancing.”

Charlie smiled. “Yes sir.”


By ‘we’re going dancing’, Colby had meant that Charlie would gyrate on the floor while he watched from the dark of a booth.

Charlie was doing his best to lose himself in the music and the feel of other bodies dancing against his, as were his orders.

There was a bottle blond dancing in front of him, she had to be underage but she moved like she was made of music. For the last few minutes, a pretty red-headed boy had danced behind him, moving against his ass. Charlie smiled and remembered fluid dynamics. Of course, he’d been younger then with only a few marks that could be easily explained away if they were ever noticed at all.

One song morphed into another. Charlie felt his hand rest on the hip of the blond and the redhead put a hand on his shoulder. The music pounded in a way that made him crave the open ocean in that boat well stocked with champagne and caviar and enough coke to make him believe he was normal for a few minutes. Of course he’d been young, and the brilliance and willingness made up for the lack of beauty then, and the young beautiful people got things like that.

A voice loomed out of the pounding music into his ear. “Come with me, Professor.” Charlie followed.


Colby locked the door of the bathroom stall and pinned Charlie against the narrow wall. “Did you see, Professor? Did you see how they were lined up to dance with you, to be with you? The young and beautiful.” Charlie sighed as Colby nuzzled his neck.

“It was dark. They couldn’t see the grays.”

“No, Professor, you’re one of them, you always will be. One of the young and the beautiful, they know that. You looked so sexy moving out there. So sexy knowing they all wanted you.” Charlie shook his head. “So sexy, they all wanted you but they can’t have you, can they?”

“No.” Charlie whispered.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“They all want you but you’re mine,” Colby nuzzled at Charlie’s neck. “You are so beautiful and you’re all mine.” Charlie sighed into Colby’s touch. “Turn around.”

Charlie turned around and braced himself against the wall. Colby reached around and gently pulled down the zipper of the jeans. Between the dancing and the plug Charlie had been painfully hard for a while, the jeans holding him in place. Charlie let out a grateful sigh as his erection finally sprung free. Colby pulled down his jeans to just below his ass. Charlie closed his eyes. There was the sound of a second zipper being lowered.

“You know I love the noises you make, Professor, but let’s try for quiet.”

Charlie nodded his head, not trusting his voice.

He felt the plug roughly removed and quickly replaced with Colby’s cock. “So beautiful. So perfect.” Colby whispered in his ear as he thrust in, rolling his hips in just that way that sent shocks of fire threw every inch of Charlie’s nerves.

Charlie began to pant.

“I’m going to leave my cum in you. I’m not putting that plug back. I’m going to zip you up with my cum leaking from you. They won’t be able to see it in the dark but they’ll smell it on you. Smell sex on you. They’ll want you even more but know you’re mine.”

Charlie wasn’t sure if he wanted to cum from the words Colby spoke roughly in his ear or the feel of Colby’s cock working in him in deep short strokes. Colby’s hand reached around, and with just a few short hard strokes Charlie came into Colby’s hand. Colby pulled out and was quickly back in with Charlie’s cum for extra lubrication. A few more strokes and he felt Colby shudder and pull out. A second later he was tucked back in and zipped up.

“Go back out and dance, Professor. I’ll be watching.”


Charlie closed his eyes, letting the pounding music flow through him. The blond had gone but the redhead stayed, not touching but moving in front, syncing his wild movements with Charlie’s. A tall, slim Asian boy had also danced up behind him several songs before. Charlie wondered how they must look from the tables scattered in the dark. The redhead had tried to lure him off the floor a few times but Charlie had stayed. His orders were to dance and he would dance as ordered.

A strong but familiar hand snatched his wrist and led him from the floor. The only word that was spoken was beautiful. Colby whispered it over and over in his ear as the stainless steel toilet wall cooled his face and Colby worked in him with deep hard strokes.

Charlie danced for another hour, he thinks, his limbs exhausted, his head spinning with noise and sex and movement. Almost driving out the numbers. So close to that. But no matter how tired, his body obeyed. His body was good at that even if his mind wasn’t.

The third time Colby pulled him from the floor it was into the cool night air and to the car. Charlie sank bonelessly into the passenger seat, taking no notice of the trip. Colby nearly carried him upstairs into the apartment and into the bathroom, then stripped him of his clothes in quick, practiced movements. Charlie stood blinking in front of the bathroom mirror under the sickly florescent lights. Cum, still sticky from sweat, stained his body that was flushed from heat then cold.

Colby stepped up behind Charlie and wrapped his arms around him.

“Charlie, can you see how beautiful you are? Can you understand why I’m so afraid to lose you?”

Charlie raised a hand and touched it to one of the thick scars that ran across his chest, a couple of silver hairs around it. The doctor had told him at the time the slight olive tone of his skin would mean the scarring would be that much worse. “No.” Charlie said.

Colby sighed and gently took Charlie’s hands in his. “You are so very, very beautiful and I’ll tell you that every day ‘till you believe it.”

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ladygray99ladygray99 on November 30th, 2008 10:37 pm (UTC)
Well I do try for that happy sad blend. I think colby and charlie are about equal in the insecurity rankings but they're working on it together.
ninou1ninou1 on November 30th, 2008 08:36 pm (UTC)
No I couldn’t. I am damaged goods and even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t want them. First damn time I saw you it was all I could do to keep from jumping you right in the middle of the office and every day, every new thing I learned about you that urge just got worse. I’m just trying to figure out every day why you want me. Especially after everything I did to you. I’m insane, I’m scarred, I’m hairy, I’m getting old, I’m self absorbed, and I give whole new meaning to the words high maintenance, and have you really looked closely at this nose?”
Just beautiful.

I love the way you show Colby insecurtities.

The rest of the night is really paradoxal, in a way, it make me say, what a lovely way to end a night, and to the other side, it's sad, because the're doing that for "bad reasons".
So it's just leaving me on edge, you know, in a way you want to smile and cry at the same time.
so_jaeye on November 30th, 2008 09:06 pm (UTC)
venturing into the light
Coming out of my very comfortable closet of lurkdom to say I am reading it, loving it, and dreading the angst that is waiting around the corner for us.

So far I am reading every day but if I get too nervous, I'll wait until you've posted all 39 bits.

I love your characterizations and the humor that you drop in. You're quite good at making me laugh out loud.

Thank you for devoting so much time, talent and heart to the fandom. Even though I worry for the characters, I look forward to more.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 30th, 2008 10:34 pm (UTC)
Re: venturing into the light
:) thank you for delurking. When I don't get a lot of feedback I go into a bit of a 'no body loves me' funk. I wouldn't worry too much. the story is going to be stressful for our characters but I don't think it's depressing. It's nothing that for the most part couldn't happen to you or me. If you can't take it though and want to hold out 'till the end that's fine, you're not the only one but If you do that I want a good solid analysis for a final comment. ;-)
Erinstarlettmalfoy on November 30th, 2008 10:34 pm (UTC)
Well, you've done it! Clubbing is definitely one of the things I love to see most in fics. Thank you thank you thank you!!!! Charlie in eyeliner for the win. <3 Loved seeing Ian there as well, of course, but I missed Don. :P He is my favorite character in this lovely 'verse you have created for us, after all.

See you tomorrow! (Did I mention that your posting schedule is love? You have officially become one of my heroes. ^.^ )
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 30th, 2008 10:40 pm (UTC)
Hey as far as I'm concerned WIPs are a creation of evil. You'll never see me post something half finished. and there will be more clubbing by the end. There will be Don clubbing by the end.
Erinstarlettmalfoy on November 30th, 2008 10:50 pm (UTC)
::melts:: Jesus Christ. I think I just died and went to Heaven. Eeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Don.... clubbing? Eeeeeeeeee!!!

Haha ok, I'm ok... Maybe. Seriously though, I haven't even seen it yet and you've made my day. No, week. Year, even.
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 30th, 2008 10:51 pm (UTC)
well it's going to be a while. It's in the last five or so chapters so don't hold your breath. it'll be Charlie, Colby, Don, David, Ian and Larry.
tonisimonetonisimone on December 1st, 2008 12:57 am (UTC)
Charlie making ian uncomfortable is so funny

I live for more chapters

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 1st, 2008 02:23 am (UTC)
More tomorrow and yes Ian is funny when he's off balance.
mikes_grrl on December 2nd, 2008 01:28 am (UTC)
Ian is my definition of "hot enough to die for" so of course I loved this. The interaction between Ian and Charlie was interesting; walking a line between flirting and friendship. hm.

Loved the "hippy parents" stories! That was really funny. Now I've got an AU going where Alan and Ian's mother hook up...so many ways wrong, that. And yet, so right! LOL!

And the hot was so very hot, and all in the cause of the noble mission to make Charlie see himself as beautiful! Awwwww, adorably sweet fluffy D/s!!! *blinks*

I'm still braced, even though you have given fair warning. Just...so many balls up in the air. The question is really WHICH one is going to crash?

ladygray99ladygray99 on December 2nd, 2008 01:38 am (UTC)
Ummmmmm........ About that AU? tune in tomorrow. No, really. And yes I apparently wrote fluffy D/s. I should hang my head in shame.

Oh and as a juggler once told me the ball you drop is the one you can't see.
callisto24: diamondcallisto24 on December 2nd, 2008 06:23 pm (UTC)
Edgerton’s sex on toast

Hehe... haven't heard that before!

Thank you for your writing! :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 2nd, 2008 06:38 pm (UTC)
Well he is.
fredbassettfredbassett on December 3rd, 2008 08:17 pm (UTC)
AW, that was gorgeous, and very hot :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 3rd, 2008 08:23 pm (UTC)
thank you. I though I was overdo for some good smut.
twins_m0m on December 3rd, 2008 08:56 pm (UTC)
I'm talking about your writing here. Charlie and Ian were great fun together. Charlie feeling safe to flirt showed how much trust he has in Colby and in them. But he still doesn't believe in himself. And Colby seems to feel the same way about himself. The club scene was hot, sexy, and sad (I love the depth of your stories). Both of them try to please the other, but I'm not sure they succeeded. Though, for reasons of my own, I get Charlie in this one.
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 3rd, 2008 09:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Beautiful!
I rather get Charlie too. I'm glad you liked it. In a way this chapter really isn't crucial to the overarching story but it just felt needed and kinda natural here.
Mia: colbymia_dcwut_09 on December 25th, 2008 10:11 pm (UTC)
aww i love reassuring colby its just so damn sweet
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 25th, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC)
he is sweet, isn't he. :)
laura_trekkielaura_trekkie on January 17th, 2009 11:17 am (UTC)
The Ian and Charlie scenes were great fun. I do love seeing Ian, confidence personified, off his stride :). But I also liked that he taught Charlie some things with the gun. If Charlie must learn to use one, I'd prefer that he at least starts out without bad habits.

I loved the Colby/Charlie scenes, too. Poor Colby, insecure even now. I liked how he tried to get through to Charlie- it was hot! Yet I also found myself wondering how he can expect Charlie to believe in his beauty and desirability when Colby tells him, yet can't accept it of himself when Charlie says the same about him. Poor broken boys.

ladygray99ladygray99 on January 17th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
*pets the broken boys* Don't worry. They're getting better bit by bit.
fractalmoonfractalmoon on November 27th, 2012 10:42 am (UTC)

"Ian snorted. “When I was ten my mother had me in tights working the first Renaissance Faires with her on weekends.”"

That was one sentence I never expected to read! ;-)
ladygray99ladygray99 on November 27th, 2012 02:40 pm (UTC)
I just like the idea of Ian in tights.

Edited at 2012-11-27 02:44 pm (UTC)