Fic: Dressing Up
Fic: Dressing Up
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Verse: Less Than Perfect
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Nate/Eliot/Sophie
Warnings: None
Spoilers: 2.10 (Runway Job)
AN: A Comment fic for sheryden who prompted: Leverage, Nate/Eliot/Sophie, sometimes they hang onto their costumes from cons. Dedicated entirely to merry_gentry
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"No... no!" Sophie gave a disbelieving laugh. "Why did no one tell me about this? Why did no one send me pictures!?"
Eliot snorted, leaning back into the sofa. "What, you wanted photos before or after Tara and I got attacked by the guys with cleavers?"
"Oooh," Sophie dropped down onto the seat beside him. "Did you get to see her fight? She's hot when she fights, right?"
Eliot didn't ask, suddenly floundering as he tried to get the argument back off his libido. "Nate used your rings." He blurted out. "And your fan, the one you left at mine that time." The memory of *that* event wasn't helping the suppression of his libido any.
Nate snorted, retorting: "And you provided all your own jewellery," scathingly.
Eliot refused to be derailed by that, Sophie had always liked it when he wore jewellery. "Nate called me sweetheart on the job," he growled in reply.
"Oh, now you're just being petty." Nate pouted at him.
Eliot scowled back. "You told Sophie I let you put eyeliner on me," he retorted. "You said you weren't going to tell her."
"Where did you get eye liner from at such short notice?" Sophie interrupted. Then her face fell as she realised. "Oh, Nate... I know I left some things behind, but I didn't expect you to use it. You *always* break these things."
"I didn't..." he started to object.
"To pay me back," Sophie continued over him, grinning wickedly. "I want a full reconstruction. I'll do your make up, and lend you my jewellery, Nate. There's a show on at the theatre today, isn't there? Hardison can get us tickets. You kept the costumes, right? It'll be fun!" Sophie looked between them, frowning at their hesitation. "Guys?"
"They were mostly made up of things we had lying around." Nate admitted with a grimace. "With some of your jewellery and make up. Eliot was pretty much normally dressed..."
"Come on, Nate. That's not fair. And that was a truly hideous suit," Eliot pointed out. "Please tell me you didn't keep that."
Nate glanced at him, smirking. "I quite like it."
Eliot looked ready to move on, but shook his head and came back with, "Where the hell did the rose-tinted glasses come from?"
"My father. A joke, I think..." Nate sounded like he was about to go into the full story, so Sophie interrupted him, standing up and hustling Nate towards the stairs.
"Enough stalling, boys. We have a fashion show to go to. Now, go get dressed, and introduce me to Jacques Bouvier and Julian Franklin."
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Verse: Less Than Perfect
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Nate/Eliot/Sophie
Warnings: None
Spoilers: 2.10 (Runway Job)
AN: A Comment fic for sheryden who prompted: Leverage, Nate/Eliot/Sophie, sometimes they hang onto their costumes from cons. Dedicated entirely to merry_gentry
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"No... no!" Sophie gave a disbelieving laugh. "Why did no one tell me about this? Why did no one send me pictures!?"
Eliot snorted, leaning back into the sofa. "What, you wanted photos before or after Tara and I got attacked by the guys with cleavers?"
"Oooh," Sophie dropped down onto the seat beside him. "Did you get to see her fight? She's hot when she fights, right?"
Eliot didn't ask, suddenly floundering as he tried to get the argument back off his libido. "Nate used your rings." He blurted out. "And your fan, the one you left at mine that time." The memory of *that* event wasn't helping the suppression of his libido any.
Nate snorted, retorting: "And you provided all your own jewellery," scathingly.
Eliot refused to be derailed by that, Sophie had always liked it when he wore jewellery. "Nate called me sweetheart on the job," he growled in reply.
"Oh, now you're just being petty." Nate pouted at him.
Eliot scowled back. "You told Sophie I let you put eyeliner on me," he retorted. "You said you weren't going to tell her."
"Where did you get eye liner from at such short notice?" Sophie interrupted. Then her face fell as she realised. "Oh, Nate... I know I left some things behind, but I didn't expect you to use it. You *always* break these things."
"I didn't..." he started to object.
"To pay me back," Sophie continued over him, grinning wickedly. "I want a full reconstruction. I'll do your make up, and lend you my jewellery, Nate. There's a show on at the theatre today, isn't there? Hardison can get us tickets. You kept the costumes, right? It'll be fun!" Sophie looked between them, frowning at their hesitation. "Guys?"
"They were mostly made up of things we had lying around." Nate admitted with a grimace. "With some of your jewellery and make up. Eliot was pretty much normally dressed..."
"Come on, Nate. That's not fair. And that was a truly hideous suit," Eliot pointed out. "Please tell me you didn't keep that."
Nate glanced at him, smirking. "I quite like it."
Eliot looked ready to move on, but shook his head and came back with, "Where the hell did the rose-tinted glasses come from?"
"My father. A joke, I think..." Nate sounded like he was about to go into the full story, so Sophie interrupted him, standing up and hustling Nate towards the stairs.
"Enough stalling, boys. We have a fashion show to go to. Now, go get dressed, and introduce me to Jacques Bouvier and Julian Franklin."