[100_tales] Kiss The Girl
Title: Kiss The Girl
Author: defy_n_gravity
Prompt: taking the day off on your birthday
100_tales: 033. Birthday
Characters: Nellie Lachlan/Eliot Spencer
Rating: M
Words: 976
Disclaimer: I have no claim on Leverage or it's characters, but Nellie is mine.
Warning: n/a
Author's Notes: I was looking through unfinished fic and realized I had this started. Also realized it's almost Nellie's birthday and I had this prompt someone gave her and...figured I'd combine them and get it finished.
Summary: It took Eliot less than two minutes to get rid of Parker and send her home. It was three before there was a knock on his door.
Eliot was in the middle of a training exercise with Parker when his phone rang. He left her holding her stance for a moment and went to glance at it. The name popping up was familiar. Familiar enough to make him smile. Almost. He glanced over to Parker.
“I gotta take this. One sec.” He flipped the phone open and stepped out of the room.
It had been just over a year since he had met the girl that was calling him. She had become his go-to person for anything seemingly supernatural, despite the fact that he still hated to believe that it was all real. Some days he couldn't deny it, some days he came face to face with it, and when he did she was the first person he called. And sometimes...sometimes she called him. He wasn't usually sure why, because she didn't always have something important to talk about. But really, he didn't mind one bit. There was always something about hearing her voice on the line, her laughter, that beat away at the grime that was caked onto his life. And there were times that just hearing her laugh, feeling her smile, tipped his lips up just a bit.
But it was always his first assumption that she was calling for business. He made himself think that, because it helped square her away into a certain category in his head. A contact.
“Yeah,” he said into the phone as a greeting.
“You know just how to make a girl feel wanted, darlin',” that soft drawl met his ear.
“I've got my ways,” he said. He gave a shrug that she couldn't see.
“Mmmhmm,” she replied. The answer was short, but said so much more.
He couldn't help but think back to the last time he had seen Nellie, when there was a moment that he nearly gave in to something. He could still remember standing in front of her in the bar that night. She had dropped through Boston to help with something, and caught him there to say goodbye. If he closed his eyes he could still see the way she always tilted her head to the side to look up at him, and the way her hand brushed her hair off of her forehead. He could feel the heat of her body close to his, and smell her. They hadn't touched, but he could feel her on him as though he had her pressed up against the wall-
He shook his head and forced the thoughts away, just as he always did. There was a reason he didn't let himself close his eyes and remember.
He cleared his throat. “What's up?”
“Just wanted to check in,” she answered, her voice a little... off. His eyes narrowed and he tried to place the tone. It wasn't one he'd really heard before, was it? Maybe once...
“You been drinking?”
“Maybe,” she said lightly.
“Why are you calling? Really?”
“Ditch Parker and meet me outside.”
“What..are you...are you watching me?”
She chuckled over the line. “You've got five minutes before I disappear.” Then she hung up.
It took Eliot less than two minutes to get rid of Parker and send her home. It was three before there was a knock on his door. He opened it and was faced with Nellie, dressed in a smaller dress than he had ever seen on the girl. He couldn't help but let his eyes move over her body and legs before settling on her face. She was smirking at him with a hand on her hip.
“What can I do for you?” He asked, meeting her eyes. It was hard because his eyes wanted to stray and take in that blue dress again, and how far it came from meeting her knees.
“Hmmm,” she hummed softly. She raised up on her toes, set her palm to his chest, and leaned into his ear. “It's my birthday,” she whispered. “And I want you to fuck me.” Then she pushed past him and walked inside.
Eliot stood there for a moment, blinking, and trying to let his brain catch up to the moment. He knew he hadn't imagined that. He liked it. He liked it far more than he knew he should. When he finally turned around to her,she was standing in his living room, and she was pushing the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders. He could tell immediately that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. It was one of those things.
He had to force himself forward, his head shaking just slightly. “Nell, stop.”
“Why?” She started to pull her arms from the straps and just gazed at him.
“You've been drinking. I'm not gonna...”
She laughed a bit and paused in her striptease. “I had two drinks. I'm not drunk. And you won't be taking advantage of me.”
“Why now?”
“It's my birthday and I decided I deserved the day off of killin' ugly demons.”
He knew his breathing was getting deeper, his voice huskier, but he could hardly help it. And he couldn't take his eyes off of her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she nodded. She reached behind her back, and tugged at the zipper letting the dress slip down her body into a pool at her feet. He was right, she wasn't wearing a thing under it. She let the silence beat between them for a moment or two while he took her in. “Still want me to go?”
His head shook slowly as he stepped closer. She was incredible, and he had been wanting her for a long time. “You sure about this?”
“If you don't shut up and kiss me-”
And he did.
Author: defy_n_gravity
Prompt: taking the day off on your birthday
100_tales: 033. Birthday
Characters: Nellie Lachlan/Eliot Spencer
Rating: M
Words: 976
Disclaimer: I have no claim on Leverage or it's characters, but Nellie is mine.
Warning: n/a
Author's Notes: I was looking through unfinished fic and realized I had this started. Also realized it's almost Nellie's birthday and I had this prompt someone gave her and...figured I'd combine them and get it finished.
Summary: It took Eliot less than two minutes to get rid of Parker and send her home. It was three before there was a knock on his door.
Eliot was in the middle of a training exercise with Parker when his phone rang. He left her holding her stance for a moment and went to glance at it. The name popping up was familiar. Familiar enough to make him smile. Almost. He glanced over to Parker.
“I gotta take this. One sec.” He flipped the phone open and stepped out of the room.
It had been just over a year since he had met the girl that was calling him. She had become his go-to person for anything seemingly supernatural, despite the fact that he still hated to believe that it was all real. Some days he couldn't deny it, some days he came face to face with it, and when he did she was the first person he called. And sometimes...sometimes she called him. He wasn't usually sure why, because she didn't always have something important to talk about. But really, he didn't mind one bit. There was always something about hearing her voice on the line, her laughter, that beat away at the grime that was caked onto his life. And there were times that just hearing her laugh, feeling her smile, tipped his lips up just a bit.
But it was always his first assumption that she was calling for business. He made himself think that, because it helped square her away into a certain category in his head. A contact.
“Yeah,” he said into the phone as a greeting.
“You know just how to make a girl feel wanted, darlin',” that soft drawl met his ear.
“I've got my ways,” he said. He gave a shrug that she couldn't see.
“Mmmhmm,” she replied. The answer was short, but said so much more.
He couldn't help but think back to the last time he had seen Nellie, when there was a moment that he nearly gave in to something. He could still remember standing in front of her in the bar that night. She had dropped through Boston to help with something, and caught him there to say goodbye. If he closed his eyes he could still see the way she always tilted her head to the side to look up at him, and the way her hand brushed her hair off of her forehead. He could feel the heat of her body close to his, and smell her. They hadn't touched, but he could feel her on him as though he had her pressed up against the wall-
He shook his head and forced the thoughts away, just as he always did. There was a reason he didn't let himself close his eyes and remember.
He cleared his throat. “What's up?”
“Just wanted to check in,” she answered, her voice a little... off. His eyes narrowed and he tried to place the tone. It wasn't one he'd really heard before, was it? Maybe once...
“You been drinking?”
“Maybe,” she said lightly.
“Why are you calling? Really?”
“Ditch Parker and meet me outside.”
“What..are you...are you watching me?”
She chuckled over the line. “You've got five minutes before I disappear.” Then she hung up.
It took Eliot less than two minutes to get rid of Parker and send her home. It was three before there was a knock on his door. He opened it and was faced with Nellie, dressed in a smaller dress than he had ever seen on the girl. He couldn't help but let his eyes move over her body and legs before settling on her face. She was smirking at him with a hand on her hip.
“What can I do for you?” He asked, meeting her eyes. It was hard because his eyes wanted to stray and take in that blue dress again, and how far it came from meeting her knees.
“Hmmm,” she hummed softly. She raised up on her toes, set her palm to his chest, and leaned into his ear. “It's my birthday,” she whispered. “And I want you to fuck me.” Then she pushed past him and walked inside.
Eliot stood there for a moment, blinking, and trying to let his brain catch up to the moment. He knew he hadn't imagined that. He liked it. He liked it far more than he knew he should. When he finally turned around to her,she was standing in his living room, and she was pushing the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders. He could tell immediately that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. It was one of those things.
He had to force himself forward, his head shaking just slightly. “Nell, stop.”
“Why?” She started to pull her arms from the straps and just gazed at him.
“You've been drinking. I'm not gonna...”
She laughed a bit and paused in her striptease. “I had two drinks. I'm not drunk. And you won't be taking advantage of me.”
“Why now?”
“It's my birthday and I decided I deserved the day off of killin' ugly demons.”
He knew his breathing was getting deeper, his voice huskier, but he could hardly help it. And he couldn't take his eyes off of her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she nodded. She reached behind her back, and tugged at the zipper letting the dress slip down her body into a pool at her feet. He was right, she wasn't wearing a thing under it. She let the silence beat between them for a moment or two while he took her in. “Still want me to go?”
His head shook slowly as he stepped closer. She was incredible, and he had been wanting her for a long time. “You sure about this?”
“If you don't shut up and kiss me-”
And he did.