Leverage Drabble
Title: Toying With His…
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Eliot and Tara
Fandom: Leverage
Word Count: 1, 494
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, nor do I want to. Eliot would be too hard to handle and the curves on Tara would make me jealous and I’d have to commit murder.
Summary: Eliot has a massively hot dream then gets a shock at the end.
The covers were strewn across the queen sized bed as if a war had begun and someone lost. Eliot lay wrapped in a burrito of bed covers with only a tussle of brown hair poking up slightly resembling a troll doll. A small snort of starting to wake up came from his flared nostrils.
The sound of running water from his master bath teased his brain with danger. Under the covers his right eyebrow rose as he gained more consciousness. Who was in his shower?
Eliot slowly began to unwrap himself from the comforter, careful to not make any noises. He grumbled to him self about locking doors and possibly putting a trip wire across his threshold to serve as a warning. The smallest grin of satisfaction found his lips as he made his way to the master bath door; who ever it was is going to get a nice punch in the nose.
Steam flowed out of the top of the shower curtain in turrets like that of a waterfall. Through the see through aqua blue curtain he could make out a shape. He paused. It was a woman.
“Oh Eliot, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” came the familiar voice of Tara, “my shower broke and I smell like bad bratwurst.” She chuckled slightly.
“Well darlin’, why my shower?” Eliot paused in front of the shower enjoying the silhouette.
“Parker’s is obscenely pink, Nate’s is occupied and not just by him, and I don’t think Hardison could appreciate my nice figure in his; well…like you are anyways.” Tara said as she peeked out from behind the curtain.
She winked at Eliot who found him self taking a step back. Was his face really showing it that much?
“Just don’t use all the hot water.” Eliot said as he was about to make his escape from the bathroom.
“I guess we could share it, I am the hot water hog of Boston.” She said almost too eager and too proudly.
Eliot stopped mid-step; he’s been longing to see what’s under Tara’s tight shirts and jeans for some time. Every time she bends over to pick something up, he ganders at her ass. Every time she twists and her shirt brushes against her nipples, he watches them rise at the slightest provocation, eager to see what his touch would do to them. It’s just this wasn’t a situation he was in control of and he doesn’t like feeling of itching that lack of control gives him.
Tara noticed his hesitation. “What? You scared you’ll see something you like?”
“Nah sweetheart, I just don’t think there’s room in there for two.” Eliot lied out of his pretty, flushed pink lips. He knows two can fit in there. He’s done it countless times.
“I see.” Tara said slowly, over stating the end of see.
Eliot was getting more uncomfortable so he turned the tables onto her. “Why so eager to have me join ya? Wanna see what I have to offer?”
Without hesitation Tara said, “Yes I do Mr. Spencer.”
“Really now?”
“Why so surprised? I’m not ashamed of fantasizing about your tight ass and seeing if your carpet is as silky as the drapes.” Tara said without flinching or missing a beat, “However I’m done getting clean, kind of sucks really.”
Eliot found him self backed up to where he was almost sitting on his sink. “Why’s that?”
“Well I spent all this time getting clean when I’m about to get dirty.” She said winking as she stepped from the shower.
Eliot blanched and then consciously had to pick his jaw up off the floor. Small rivulets of water slowly traveled from her shoulders to sneak between her perky, round breasts. That same droplet dipped into her belly button, joined with more water, and flowed unrestrained to her pussy as it bypassed her small blonde stripe.
Tara let Eliot absorb the whole effect before she approached him. He was nearly sitting on the sink when she stood naked, wet and warm between his muscled thighs.
Fuck being in control, Eliot thought to him self, he’d gain that later. His hands found her hips and they settled there while his lips joined roughly with hers.
His morning scruff scraped along her jaw when he lowered his kiss to her neck and collar bone. Tara combed her fingers into his mass of epic hair and suddenly clenched around the softness pulling him back hard and fast. Eliot growled, his lips turned up in a snarl and lust beamed brightly in his baby blues.
“There’s my big Grizzly bear. Does Papa Bear want Mama Bear?” Tara asked playfully.
Eliot answered in a grunt as he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and he carried her into the bedroom all the while his lips were working on hers.
His lips are soft, crossed Tara’s mind pre-empted by a short gasp when his tongue intruded her mouth, fucking her with short bursts and long whirls.
Eliot found the bed and set her down on it slowly, then hungrily leapt atop her. Tara found his earlobe and started to suck, then pull back, lap at it, and find it again between her teeth. Eliot’s guttural snarl of approval echoed in her ear.
Eliot pulled from her earlobe chewing and found her breasts with the tip of his hot, pink tongue. Tara nearly came just from his skill of nibbling, biting, and tormenting her nipples. What he could do to her clit, she wondered.
Full of him being on top, Tara swung a leg over his shoulder, turned her hip, and forced Eliot to flip over onto his back. Eliot’s surprise was written all across his face, from the raised eyebrows, to the crook of his sinful mouth and it made Tara giggle.
She tore at his white wife beater forcing it over his head and tugged at his black boxers, careful to avoid bruising his full erection but getting them off him in a hurry nonetheless.
It was Tara’s eyebrows that rose up in appreciation of Eliot’s piece this time. “I can see what made me curious when you wore those tight jeans, Eliot, its fucking huge.”
Eliot winked at her in thanks for the compliment. His head was suddenly shot backwards when Tara showed more appreciation by wrapping her scorching hot lips around it and taking him in to the hilt.
“Fuck!’’ Eliot yelled when she pulled out sucking all the way up to the tip and plunged back down.
Tara pulled back again, letting the tip pop out of her lips, “Such bad language,” she scolded then found his balls with her spittle glazed lips and took them into the heat.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Eliot said as his hips involuntarily bucked in the waves of pleasure.
He was suddenly cold but didn’t mind when she stopped sucking on his balls and started kissing him again. Eliot found her wetness with his fingers. He teased her clit for a second, and then dipped his fingers into the slick, tightness, before bringing them to his lips tasting her juices.
Tara kept control as she guided his swollen cock to her slit and slowly breached the entrance as she glided down it. Eliot felt his heart skip a beat at the torturing pace and he took back control by thrusting up his hips and pulling her down by her arms onto him.
“Shit!” Cursed Tara as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion of his large cock into her tight space.
“Such bad language.” Eliot scolded back his sultry lips turning up into a needy grin.
Tara rocked on his cock and then started to fuck him hard in her wordless retort.
It wasn’t going to take long for either of them to come. Eliot felt the electric shocks traveling from his spine to his stomach and then down to his balls. His forehead started to sweat, his toes curled; he wanted this, needed this, had to….
Eliot bolted upright in his bed, his morning wood releasing into the comforter, and found him self alone.
“It was just a dream?” He questioned aloud. “Fuck.” He spat out as he felt the stickiness in the covers.
His shower was going; he felt a wash of confusion run over him as he approached the bathroom. He couldn’t see who it was, nor did he care, his brain was foggy and he needed to pee.
His release had yet to finish so peeing wasn’t an option. The dream was so vivid he couldn’t believe it was just that. It was when Hardison stepped naked from the shower that he lost his fucking hot sex dream buzz, his dick went instantly limp, and he really had to take a piss.
Satisfaction was still able to cross his lips as he shot a punch into Hardison’s face hitting him square in the nose. At least that wasn’t part of the disappointment from his dream.
The End