In the Dark
Title: In the Dark
Author: lovesrogue36 (pinchhitting for magicdragonomg)
Rating: T
Summary: Nate groaned as moonlight streamed victoriously through a window, breaking the barrier that had been created by bright kitchen lights.
Prompt: Jet
Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage nor am I associated with Dean Devlin, Timothy Hutton or Gina Bellman. No copyright infringement is intended.
Jet, inky black settled over the room as though it were a tangible thing. Nate groaned as moonlight streamed victoriously through a window, breaking the barrier that had been created by bright kitchen lights. He fumbled through drawers for a candle, grumbling all the while, especially when he couldn’t find a match. Startled when Sophie reached across the counter, her fingers circling his wrist, Nate glanced up at her, a dark silhouette against the outline of a window. She shook her head, smiling softly.
“I like the dark,” she murmured, afraid if she spoke too loud her voice would shatter the beautiful scene.
Nate stilled, slowly setting the unlit candle between them. Standing, she wandered purposefully around the counter to him, her hand still around his wrist, his pulse pounding on her palm. “We’re different in the dark,” Sophie continued, looking up into those heartbreaking blue-grey eyes. “Everyone is different in the dark. We do things we wouldn’t if we could see. Things we want to do.” Her tongue darted anxiously over her lips, teeth brushing glossy lipstick.
He tried to protest. He tried to push her away and remind her that they simply couldn’t. But Sophie was right. In the black, uninterrupted night that filled the space around them, she was only that much more beautiful. Her eyes were only a darker brown, chocolate, chestnut and amber, her skin only more flawless and creamy porcelain.
No, he didn’t mean to. But he kissed her softly, richly, his free hand resting behind her elbow as he moved. Sophie sighed, stepping into his arms as she easily released his wrist. His hands slid over her back, fabric rustling quietly as his fingers tightened in it, her own clutching the lapels of his soft jacket. She sighed again and a moan resonated from somewhere deep in his throat at the sound; pulling her closer, he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, warm red lipstick bitingly flavorful.
Sophie would have slid her hands up to his neck, parted her lips ardorously under his, but overhead lights flickered back on unexpectedly and they jerked away from each other. Blinking at the sudden change, both in light and that Sophie was no longer wrapped in his arms, Nate ran a hand over his face to hide his disoriented flush.
“I should go.” Sophie grabbed her purse, flushing a deep crimson as she darted out of the apartment. Nate stared after her, dazed, her lipstick still on his tongue. He should be offended, really, that she would kiss him like that, offer herself up, and then run from his house as though she were ashamed, but her words echoed in his mind.
We do things we wouldn’t if we could see. Things we want to do.
Things we want to do.
Nate took a moment to glare at the traitorous light swinging gently above his head and thank the wind outside that had put the lights out in the first place.
Things we want to do.