Welcome Home, Leverage, Nate/Eliot, pg/pg-13
Title: Welcome Home
Author: Katty, aka merry_gentry
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Slash, Nate/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, apron.
Summary: Yes, Eliot might be wearing an apron, but he’s not wearing anything else.
Nathan lets himself into his apartment, and stops before he’s even got the door shut behind him. There are sounds coming from his kitchen, and he’s fairly certain he hasn’t given anyone a key. Not that it would matter anyway - there are four people who know where he lives, and all of them could break in without leaving any sign of it. It’s not really a re-assuring thought.
He’s just deliberating whether he should back out of his own apartment, and perhaps call Eliot for damage control - among other things. He’s missed the younger man over last week. They’ve been too busy for more than a couple of kisses snatched in between running around for this job.
But the job’s over now, and Nathan’s just backing away when Eliot appears in the kitchen doorway, a smile curving that tempting mouth and a bowl in his hand. He’s even wearing an apron, and Nathan feels a fond smile breaking out before he realises that, yes, Eliot might be wearing an apron, but he’s not wearing anything else.
It’s…strangely hot, and Nathan shuts the front door behind himself firmly.
“’Evening,” Eliot drawls. “Wondered when you’d make it out of the office.”
Eliot had left two hours before Nathan, after a brief kiss good night, and apparently he’s spent the last two hours cooking. In nothing but an apron.
Nathan starts to say something, stops himself, and walks forward, wrapping one hand around Eliot’s nape and pulling the other man closer with the other hand curved around Eliot’s hip.
He has to break away from the kiss, eventually, and he rests his forehead against Eliot’s.
“Good evening,” he says, and Eliot chuckles, low and deep. Nathan closes his eyes and just relaxes into it.
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My please-give-me-a-prompt begging-page is here.
Author: Katty, aka merry_gentry
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Slash, Nate/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, apron.
Summary: Yes, Eliot might be wearing an apron, but he’s not wearing anything else.
Nathan lets himself into his apartment, and stops before he’s even got the door shut behind him. There are sounds coming from his kitchen, and he’s fairly certain he hasn’t given anyone a key. Not that it would matter anyway - there are four people who know where he lives, and all of them could break in without leaving any sign of it. It’s not really a re-assuring thought.
He’s just deliberating whether he should back out of his own apartment, and perhaps call Eliot for damage control - among other things. He’s missed the younger man over last week. They’ve been too busy for more than a couple of kisses snatched in between running around for this job.
But the job’s over now, and Nathan’s just backing away when Eliot appears in the kitchen doorway, a smile curving that tempting mouth and a bowl in his hand. He’s even wearing an apron, and Nathan feels a fond smile breaking out before he realises that, yes, Eliot might be wearing an apron, but he’s not wearing anything else.
It’s…strangely hot, and Nathan shuts the front door behind himself firmly.
“’Evening,” Eliot drawls. “Wondered when you’d make it out of the office.”
Eliot had left two hours before Nathan, after a brief kiss good night, and apparently he’s spent the last two hours cooking. In nothing but an apron.
Nathan starts to say something, stops himself, and walks forward, wrapping one hand around Eliot’s nape and pulling the other man closer with the other hand curved around Eliot’s hip.
He has to break away from the kiss, eventually, and he rests his forehead against Eliot’s.
“Good evening,” he says, and Eliot chuckles, low and deep. Nathan closes his eyes and just relaxes into it.
My fic masterlist is here.
My please-give-me-a-prompt begging-page is here.