Eliot/Sophie - Chance Encounters in a Hotel Bar
Fandom: Leverage
Title: Chance Encounters at the Hotel Bar
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Sophie Devereaux
kissbingo Prompt: Body: Thigh
Content Warning: Spoilers 311: The Rashomon Job.
Summary: Sophie was in a fantastic mood.
Author’s Note: This show needs to stop teasing me. Set pre-series, but probably will be considered canon for my Leverage/Covert Affairs series, because that series is Eliot/Sophie and because I can. So there. I can’t help it. I ship them … so hard.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Dean Devlin. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Sophie was in a fantastic mood.
Four months. Four months of working a long game and she came out on top. She couldn’t wait to get back to London, open her crate, and find her dagger there waiting for her. Unfortunately she had one last night in Boston before she could return home and get her prize, but that also didn’t mean she couldn’t celebrate. She had pulled off what was, in her opinion, one of her greatest cons ever, and that, in her opinion, meant she was entitled to a celebratory brandy in the hotel bar.
After returning from the museum, she went upstairs and got changed into something a little more smashing than a work lab coat, before returning down to the lobby and to the bar. She ordered a drink, tossed her hair back over her shoulder and started to look around. People watching had always been one of her favorite past times-some of her best covers had come from just watching the people around her, and there was no reason why she couldn’t look forward to her next game. If she wanted to retire before she was forty, she needed to keep moving. And keep moving she would.
She had mostly been keeping an eye on a couple sitting in the back of the bar when she heard someone come up behind her and take a seat. She didn’t think much of it at first, but when she heard him speak, she couldn’t help but sit up a little straighter. Low, whiskey-dry and with a soft tumbling drawl that even the greatest grifter couldn’t replicate-there was something about it that just got to her on some level. She wanted him to keep talking-particularly in her direction. Especially considering earlier in the evening it had been flirting with her.
She turned around, legs still crossed in front of her as she looked him over. He had changed as well, but that wasn’t uncommon after a long event. He seemed to be intently focused on the glass of whiskey in front of him, but she had a feeling she could probably distract him.
“Doctor Abernathy? Is that you?”
His head turned, surprised at the mention of his name, and there was something in his eyes that was instantly wary, and it concerned her for a moment, but it disappeared as soon as it had appeared, so she dismissed as nothing. He gave her a small smile before turning to face her more. “Dutchess. Small world, huh?”
“Please, Alexia,” she said with a smile. “And yes. I suppose it is.”
“Alexia, then,” he said with a nod. “Shame about the exhibit.”
“Things like allergies can’t be helped, I’m afraid. But at least we had a few good months to show off the pieces,” she nodded. “Thank goodness you were there when you were-that poor man could have died.”
“Oh, I didn’t do much-”
“Don’t be so modest,” she said, reaching forward and placing a hand on his arm. He really had a nice pair of those. Nice shoulders to go with it too. “You saved a life. That’s no small feat.”
His eyes wandered down to her arm, then back up to her eyes again. He reached for his glass, downing it quickly before looking back at her again. “Mind if I buy you another drink?”
She smiled widely before nodding. “Not at all.”
***
Her back hit the door of her hotel room a little harder than intended, forcing a soft giggle from her lungs as it did. He had tripped on the carpet, and she had caught their weight, not that there was much space between them to begin with. It had been a long time since she had felt the warm weight of someone else pressed against her, and she closed her eyes as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck gently.
“Your room key?” he asked, his voice low and gravely, and she pulled back enough to meet his eyes before reaching into her clutch, pulling out the plastic key card with two fingers and handing it over to him. He took it from her, not looking away from her face until she heard the beep of the lock disengaging and felt the door give behind her.
She led the way inside, dropping her clutch down on the chair near the door before glancing back at him over her shoulder. “Make yourself at home.”
He came up behind her, letting his hands settle over her hips as he pulled her back against him. “Don’t think I’ll be staying that long.”
She shrugged and his lips found her shoulder. “It’s the thought that counts.”
He hummed against her skin before turning her around to face him again. Her hands landed on his shoulders, letting him pull her closer. There are expectations a person builds up in their head leading to a first kiss, but there was something about this one that was different. From every indication she knew that he was more than capable of something passionate and smoldering, but when his lips actually did meet hers, it wasn’t. But that didn’t mean it was bad either. It was the kind of kiss you could melt into without really trying at all, almost as though he was looking for something he couldn’t have.
Without breaking the kiss, he backed her slowly into one of the of the walls that jutted out into the room. Her back hit but this time she didn’t giggle, too focused in the moment at hand and unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt to get them off his shoulders and onto the floor. His hands pulled away just long enough to do just that, before sliding back to her body again, trailing along the skin of her thigh and just teasing at the hemline of her dress. She whimpered softly into the kiss, one hand moving to the back of his neck to pull him closer as that hand slid just that little bit higher, before gripping her to pull her closer and drag her with him back towards the bed.
***
She knew she would be alone when she woke up the next morning, but that didn’t stop her from feeling a little more alone than she had the night before. It hadn’t been the passionate yet fleeting encounter she had been looking for-it had been something more than that. It had been something that left an impression, for one reason or another that she couldn’t explain. It wasn’t as though the signs weren’t still there-her dress left in the corner, her shoes in the entryway, the rumple of the sheets next to her. Someone had been there, and left their impression in the room.
In a few hours, it was all going to be gone, whisked away by the cleaning staff, but for now, for her, it was still there. She tucked the sheets in around her, curling up to rest on her side just to savor it for that moment longer.
Even if it meant that for that moment she was conning herself.
Title: Chance Encounters at the Hotel Bar
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Sophie Devereaux
kissbingo Prompt: Body: Thigh
Content Warning: Spoilers 311: The Rashomon Job.
Summary: Sophie was in a fantastic mood.
Author’s Note: This show needs to stop teasing me. Set pre-series, but probably will be considered canon for my Leverage/Covert Affairs series, because that series is Eliot/Sophie and because I can. So there. I can’t help it. I ship them … so hard.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Dean Devlin. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Sophie was in a fantastic mood.
Four months. Four months of working a long game and she came out on top. She couldn’t wait to get back to London, open her crate, and find her dagger there waiting for her. Unfortunately she had one last night in Boston before she could return home and get her prize, but that also didn’t mean she couldn’t celebrate. She had pulled off what was, in her opinion, one of her greatest cons ever, and that, in her opinion, meant she was entitled to a celebratory brandy in the hotel bar.
After returning from the museum, she went upstairs and got changed into something a little more smashing than a work lab coat, before returning down to the lobby and to the bar. She ordered a drink, tossed her hair back over her shoulder and started to look around. People watching had always been one of her favorite past times-some of her best covers had come from just watching the people around her, and there was no reason why she couldn’t look forward to her next game. If she wanted to retire before she was forty, she needed to keep moving. And keep moving she would.
She had mostly been keeping an eye on a couple sitting in the back of the bar when she heard someone come up behind her and take a seat. She didn’t think much of it at first, but when she heard him speak, she couldn’t help but sit up a little straighter. Low, whiskey-dry and with a soft tumbling drawl that even the greatest grifter couldn’t replicate-there was something about it that just got to her on some level. She wanted him to keep talking-particularly in her direction. Especially considering earlier in the evening it had been flirting with her.
She turned around, legs still crossed in front of her as she looked him over. He had changed as well, but that wasn’t uncommon after a long event. He seemed to be intently focused on the glass of whiskey in front of him, but she had a feeling she could probably distract him.
“Doctor Abernathy? Is that you?”
His head turned, surprised at the mention of his name, and there was something in his eyes that was instantly wary, and it concerned her for a moment, but it disappeared as soon as it had appeared, so she dismissed as nothing. He gave her a small smile before turning to face her more. “Dutchess. Small world, huh?”
“Please, Alexia,” she said with a smile. “And yes. I suppose it is.”
“Alexia, then,” he said with a nod. “Shame about the exhibit.”
“Things like allergies can’t be helped, I’m afraid. But at least we had a few good months to show off the pieces,” she nodded. “Thank goodness you were there when you were-that poor man could have died.”
“Oh, I didn’t do much-”
“Don’t be so modest,” she said, reaching forward and placing a hand on his arm. He really had a nice pair of those. Nice shoulders to go with it too. “You saved a life. That’s no small feat.”
His eyes wandered down to her arm, then back up to her eyes again. He reached for his glass, downing it quickly before looking back at her again. “Mind if I buy you another drink?”
She smiled widely before nodding. “Not at all.”
***
Her back hit the door of her hotel room a little harder than intended, forcing a soft giggle from her lungs as it did. He had tripped on the carpet, and she had caught their weight, not that there was much space between them to begin with. It had been a long time since she had felt the warm weight of someone else pressed against her, and she closed her eyes as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck gently.
“Your room key?” he asked, his voice low and gravely, and she pulled back enough to meet his eyes before reaching into her clutch, pulling out the plastic key card with two fingers and handing it over to him. He took it from her, not looking away from her face until she heard the beep of the lock disengaging and felt the door give behind her.
She led the way inside, dropping her clutch down on the chair near the door before glancing back at him over her shoulder. “Make yourself at home.”
He came up behind her, letting his hands settle over her hips as he pulled her back against him. “Don’t think I’ll be staying that long.”
She shrugged and his lips found her shoulder. “It’s the thought that counts.”
He hummed against her skin before turning her around to face him again. Her hands landed on his shoulders, letting him pull her closer. There are expectations a person builds up in their head leading to a first kiss, but there was something about this one that was different. From every indication she knew that he was more than capable of something passionate and smoldering, but when his lips actually did meet hers, it wasn’t. But that didn’t mean it was bad either. It was the kind of kiss you could melt into without really trying at all, almost as though he was looking for something he couldn’t have.
Without breaking the kiss, he backed her slowly into one of the of the walls that jutted out into the room. Her back hit but this time she didn’t giggle, too focused in the moment at hand and unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt to get them off his shoulders and onto the floor. His hands pulled away just long enough to do just that, before sliding back to her body again, trailing along the skin of her thigh and just teasing at the hemline of her dress. She whimpered softly into the kiss, one hand moving to the back of his neck to pull him closer as that hand slid just that little bit higher, before gripping her to pull her closer and drag her with him back towards the bed.
***
She knew she would be alone when she woke up the next morning, but that didn’t stop her from feeling a little more alone than she had the night before. It hadn’t been the passionate yet fleeting encounter she had been looking for-it had been something more than that. It had been something that left an impression, for one reason or another that she couldn’t explain. It wasn’t as though the signs weren’t still there-her dress left in the corner, her shoes in the entryway, the rumple of the sheets next to her. Someone had been there, and left their impression in the room.
In a few hours, it was all going to be gone, whisked away by the cleaning staff, but for now, for her, it was still there. She tucked the sheets in around her, curling up to rest on her side just to savor it for that moment longer.
Even if it meant that for that moment she was conning herself.