Title: Que Sera, Sera
Fandom: Numb3rs
Characters: Larry/Megan
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Het PWP
Word Count: 614
Disclaimer: Not mine, only borrowing, just fun, no infringement intended


Larry kissed the soft inner side of her knee and pulled her legs up over his shoulders. His kisses trailed up her thighs to the place where they met, and his eyes gazed up at her.

“I thought I’d be the one doing this to you,” she said with a soft smile.

“On the contrary, Nebula.” He smiled and traced a finger along her folds. “My thoughts have been consumed by visions of this since my launch. I prayed for a safe landing so that I could have this.”

He pressed his mouth to her soft skin glistening with her wetness and slowly licked her, his tongue slipping inside and making her jolt with the surge of heat and pleasure. Her fingers came down to sink to the soft curls of his short hair.

“Just like that, Larry. God, you feel – ”

“Extraordinary. You are a dream,” he whispered against her milky white thigh. He lifted his head, and their eyes connected. “I only wish we’d begun sooner.”

She smiled down at him. “We began at the perfect time.”

“Que sera, sera, my dear.”

She gives a little laugh and turns her head to the left, drunk on exhilaration. “What does that mean, anyway?”

“What will be, will be. It’s fate, my love.” He licked at her again, and she keened below him. “Perhaps you are correct that we began – ” He inserted a finger into her and twisted it against her spot, sending a shock of pleasure through her and making her arch her back “ – at the perfect time. I couldn’t fathom something more perfect than this.”

His lips settled on her clit, taking her into his mouth and sucking hard.

“God, Larry. God, that feels so good.” She tightened her grasp in his hair. He slipped another finger into her, joining with the first, and slowly slid them out and back into her, keeping them crooked to continue hitting her sweet spot. “Need you. Completely.”

“Yes,” he hissed against her skin, driving his fingers deeper.

“No, Larry, I mean I need you.”

Spurned by her words, he pulled his fingers from her, put his weight on his knees, and crawled up to her, his cock brushing against her entrance.

“Do you want…” He wants to say the words “protection,” “condom,” “anything,” but they seem too weird on his tongue.

“Do you?” Her eyes shimmer brightly, and she presses a hand to the side of his face.

“Well, I…” he takes a deep breath and attempts to summarize his life – past, present, future – in one mouthful of air. “No, I suppose I don’t.”

She somehow smiled brighter, and Larry wondered how it was possible to make that smile any more brilliant.

“Okay.” He watches her fight a balance between euphoria and apprehension. “Okay, then, let’s do this.”

“Let’s,” and he slid inside her. He pulled back and then pushed back in, his cock hitting her most sensitive spots, and she cried out below him, and Larry tried to wrap his head around the fact that not only was he making love to his beloved, but he was also making a child. “This is what you want you want?” His question came out breathily, drifting on unfelt air to her ears.

“Yes.” She moaned louder. “Yes, I want this.”

He pressed his forehead against her neck, breathing heavily as his thrusts quickened. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and she held him tight.

“Marry me, Larry. Say you’ll marry me.”

He came hard inside her at her proposal, and he felt her follow him. He turned his head to the side and pressed his lips to her cheek, to her lips. “Anything.”