Strawberries, Leverage, Nate/Eliot, pg/pg-13
Title: Strawberries
Author: Katty, aka merry_gentry
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Slash, Nathan/Eliot
Rating: Pg/Pg-13
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, they do not belong to me. They do conjure up rather pretty images in one's mind, though, don't they? ^_^
Author's Notes: Written for catgirlemi_7's prompt over on comment_fic: Leverage, Nate/Eliot, kitchen counter
Summary: It is, Nathan thinks, really something to watch Eliot preparing food in the kitchen.
It is, Nathan thinks, really something to watch Eliot preparing food in the kitchen. Not only does the younger man seem to know how to use absolutely every utensil in the kitchen, he does it all with an economy of movement and a grace that Nathan envies as he watches.
He stands in the doorway and watches Eliot’s hands, falling into an almost trance-like state until he realises that they’ve stopped moving - been still for a while, judging by the amused tilt to Eliot’s lips as Nathan’s gaze rises to look at his face.
“You wanna help?” Eliot asks and, oh, is that ever a bad question. Nathan doesn’t do kitchens - he barely knows how to set his coffee machine up in the morning, and he lives off take-out most nights, or ready-meals if he’s feeling adventurous.
The slight grin turns into a full-out smirk when Nathan shakes his head and backs away, but, then, he always forgets just how fast Eliot can move sometimes and his wrist is caught in one of those oh-so-capable hands before he’s even halfway out of the kitchen door.
He thinks about protesting, but knows it won’t do any good, and then he finds himself standing at the counter, staring down at a board, a knife and a box of strawberries which is, huh. Not what he was expecting Eliot to be preparing at all, for all he’s been standing and staring long enough.
Eliot crowds in just to the side and behind him, reaching around to pick up the very sharp knife and wrap Nathan’s fingers around the handle.
“Easy,” he laughs, and reaches to pluck a strawberry out of the box. “Now, hold the knife like that…” he adjusts Nathan’s hand and then seems to give up and just covers it with his. “Hold the fruit between your thumb and finger like this, and just…” He steers the knife, and Nathan’s hand, and cuts through the strawberry, and Nathan feels Eliot’s breath brush against his ear.
Slowly he leans into Eliot, firm and solid in all the right places against him, and Eliot’s sharp in-drawn breath catches and his thumb smoothes over Nathan’s hand.
“Now, you can…” then changes his mind halfway through the sentence and picks up one half of the strawberry, turning to face Nathan fully as he lifts it to Nathan’s mouth. “Open,” Eliot says roughly, and Nathan holds his gaze as he opens his mouth and lets Eliot feed him the berry. He catches the tip of Eliot’s thumb between his lips as the other man draws back, and Eliot freezes, seemingly transfixed by the sight of his thumb between Nathan’s lips.
Just as Nathan is about to step back and break whatever mood seems to have surrounded them, Eliot moans low and rough and grabs at him, spinning Nathan around to press him back against the opposite counter. Those clever, clever hands suddenly seem to be everywhere as Eliot reaches up and presses his mouth to Nathan’s, demanding entrance the way he pushes through almost every other part of his life. Nathan grins into the kiss, and runs his fingers through Eliot’s hair, hissing slightly when Eliot nips at his bottom lip sharply.
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My please-give-me-a-prompt begging-page is here.
Author: Katty, aka merry_gentry
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Slash, Nathan/Eliot
Rating: Pg/Pg-13
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, they do not belong to me. They do conjure up rather pretty images in one's mind, though, don't they? ^_^
Author's Notes: Written for catgirlemi_7's prompt over on comment_fic: Leverage, Nate/Eliot, kitchen counter
Summary: It is, Nathan thinks, really something to watch Eliot preparing food in the kitchen.
It is, Nathan thinks, really something to watch Eliot preparing food in the kitchen. Not only does the younger man seem to know how to use absolutely every utensil in the kitchen, he does it all with an economy of movement and a grace that Nathan envies as he watches.
He stands in the doorway and watches Eliot’s hands, falling into an almost trance-like state until he realises that they’ve stopped moving - been still for a while, judging by the amused tilt to Eliot’s lips as Nathan’s gaze rises to look at his face.
“You wanna help?” Eliot asks and, oh, is that ever a bad question. Nathan doesn’t do kitchens - he barely knows how to set his coffee machine up in the morning, and he lives off take-out most nights, or ready-meals if he’s feeling adventurous.
The slight grin turns into a full-out smirk when Nathan shakes his head and backs away, but, then, he always forgets just how fast Eliot can move sometimes and his wrist is caught in one of those oh-so-capable hands before he’s even halfway out of the kitchen door.
He thinks about protesting, but knows it won’t do any good, and then he finds himself standing at the counter, staring down at a board, a knife and a box of strawberries which is, huh. Not what he was expecting Eliot to be preparing at all, for all he’s been standing and staring long enough.
Eliot crowds in just to the side and behind him, reaching around to pick up the very sharp knife and wrap Nathan’s fingers around the handle.
“Easy,” he laughs, and reaches to pluck a strawberry out of the box. “Now, hold the knife like that…” he adjusts Nathan’s hand and then seems to give up and just covers it with his. “Hold the fruit between your thumb and finger like this, and just…” He steers the knife, and Nathan’s hand, and cuts through the strawberry, and Nathan feels Eliot’s breath brush against his ear.
Slowly he leans into Eliot, firm and solid in all the right places against him, and Eliot’s sharp in-drawn breath catches and his thumb smoothes over Nathan’s hand.
“Now, you can…” then changes his mind halfway through the sentence and picks up one half of the strawberry, turning to face Nathan fully as he lifts it to Nathan’s mouth. “Open,” Eliot says roughly, and Nathan holds his gaze as he opens his mouth and lets Eliot feed him the berry. He catches the tip of Eliot’s thumb between his lips as the other man draws back, and Eliot freezes, seemingly transfixed by the sight of his thumb between Nathan’s lips.
Just as Nathan is about to step back and break whatever mood seems to have surrounded them, Eliot moans low and rough and grabs at him, spinning Nathan around to press him back against the opposite counter. Those clever, clever hands suddenly seem to be everywhere as Eliot reaches up and presses his mouth to Nathan’s, demanding entrance the way he pushes through almost every other part of his life. Nathan grins into the kiss, and runs his fingers through Eliot’s hair, hissing slightly when Eliot nips at his bottom lip sharply.
My fic masterlist is here.
My please-give-me-a-prompt begging-page is here.