The Ace of Hearts Job: chapter 6/?
Title: The Ace of Hearts Job
Author: Trapper Creek Kaniac
Fandom: Leverage
Category: Romance, friendship
Pairing: Eliot/OC
Rating: M
Warning(s): sex, some strong language.
Summary: Eliot spends his downtime from the team with an old friend, to whom there is more than meets the eye. Sequel to More Than Whiskey In Mind. Smutty... Eliot/OC.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and places belong to the show's awesome creators John Rogers and Chris Downey, I am only having some fun with them. I do not own Leverage and am not affiliated with the show other than being an obsessed, ahem, devoted fan. That concludes our regularly scheduled disclaimer, so make yourself comfortable and join the fun!
"Eliot."
Eliot laid another open-mouthed kiss along Tabitha's spine, near the small of her back, before reluctantly raising his head. "What?"
"The painting is done," she mumbled, adjusting her position against the pillow she was currently hugging against her chest as they lay in bed.
He nuzzled her shoulder and made a noise of acknowledgment.
"Which means," she said, rolling onto her side to face him, "that it's time to deliver the merchandise. So, what's the plan? We can't exactly show up together, unless, of course, you want to."
He stole a languid kiss before answering. "I go in, see what's goin' on, you let me know that the painting's done, I tell Nate and then we'll set up a meeting."
The truth was he wasn't all that eager to leave his bed. Usually he got restless if he stayed in one place too long but Tabitha made him lazy, like a tomcat on a warm rock. The past two weeks had been heaven, when he wasn't with the team he spent most of his time with her.
"Sounds like a plan," Tabitha grinned up at him as she pulled him down and more fully on top of her.
L*E*V*E*R*A*G*E
L*E*V*E*R*A*G*E
When Eliot arrived at the apartment Nate and Hardison were the only ones there. Nate looked up as Eliot walked in, noticing that the hitter looked more relaxed, and was that a springin his step?
"Hey, man," Hardison greeted him.
"Where's Sophie?" Eliot asked, glancing around. Nate was in the kitchen, Hardison was behind his laptop on the couch.
"Shopping," Nate answered. "She took Parker with her."
Eliot almost stopped walking. Parker, shopping? With Sophie?
"Anything new?" Eliot was referring to the job.
"Not really," Nate said, walking into the main area with a fresh cup of coffee. "We're mostly waiting on the paint-"
Eliot's phone rang. Damn, she has good timing.Hiding a tiny smile, he retrieved the phone from his pocket and moved a few steps away to answer it.
He turned to Nate after a few moments. "It's Huntington, the painting's done. Where do you want to make the drop?"
The coffee cup stopped halfway to Nate's lips. "Tell her to bring it here, and meet us in the back, that way we can use the back stairs and not attract too much attention."
Eliot relayed the message. "Half hour," he said, snapping his phone closed.
Nate nodded and sipped his coffee.
"Oh, thank god," Parker exclaimed, breezing in some twenty minutes later.
Eliot had since moved to watch the window that looked down on the tiny parking space and alley behind the bar.
Nate and Hardison glanced at her curiously. Sophie was nowhere in sight.
"Sophie had me stuffed into this tiny minidress that only came down to here," she slashed her hand at mid-thigh, "and these really tall heels."
Eliot glanced at Hardison and chuckled. She had Hardison's full attention and he could imagine what was going though the hacker's mind.
"Anyway, I slipped away when she wasn't looking."
A noise in the alley brought Eliot's attention back to the window. "She's here."
"What?" Parker asked, looking between Nate and Eliot heading out the door and Hardison.
"Eva Huntington," Hardison explained. "She's bringing the painting up."
"Ohhhhhhh. The bet's still on, right?"
"Bet?"
"You know, the one that Eliot's sleeping with her."
"Uh-yeah, I guess."
Meanwhile, outside the apartment Eliot and Nate were escorting Tabitha and the painting up the stairs, Nate in the lead and Eliot bringing up the rear.
The door opened and the three of them trouped in.
"Uh, Hardison, could you...?" Nate gestured at the briefing table, wanting the hacker to move the various papers and files scattered on it so they could lay out the painting.
The table cleared, Tabitha laid the painting on it and pulled off the protective cover. Hardison and Parker crowded around the table to check out the forgery
"Wow, this is good," Parker murmured, brushing her fingers over the canvas.
Nate bent to examine the painting, his thoughts briefly flashing back to Maggie during his IYS days when they used to work together recovering stolen art.
"Pass inspection?" Tabitha asked, looking at Nate as he straightened.
"It's exactly what we needed," Nate held out his hand.
Tabitha shook it. "Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Ford."
Nate glanced around. He needed to call Sophie...
"Come on, I'll walk you out," Eliot said, smiling at the forger and guiding her towards the door. Parker and Hardison exchanged glances.
Nate pulled out his phone and leaned against the dining table, pressing the speed dial assigned to Sophie's number. Hardison returned to his laptop and Parker went to the window to see if she could catch a glimpse of Eliot doing... whatever, boyfriend-y things with Eva. Unfortunately they were just out of the window's line of sight; all she could see was Eliot's left boot and part of his leg.
Sighing, she trudged over to the couch and perched on its arm in typical Parker fashion. "Well, that was disappointing..." she trailed off as an idea stuck her. "I know, hack into his phone."
Hardison stared at her, dumbfounded. "What? Woman, are you crazy? You know how he is, he'll beat my ass." It wasn't as simple as punching a few keys and accessing the hitter's phone, this was Eliot they were talking about. If-when he found out, there would be hell to pay.
The thief shrugged. "I could lift his phone."
"Lift what?" Nate joined the conversation.
"Nothing!" Hardison spoke at the same time as Parker said, "Eliot's phone."
"And why exactly would you need to lift Eliot's phone?"
"To see if he's sleeping with Eva," Parker explained.
Nate rubbed his palm over his face slowly and heavily. Eliot and...? God, he wanted a drink "Okay," he said, changing the subject. "Sophie's on her way and we'll go over the plan when she gets back."
The hacker and thief nodded.
"And, Parker, no stealing Eliot's phone."
Author: Trapper Creek Kaniac
Fandom: Leverage
Category: Romance, friendship
Pairing: Eliot/OC
Rating: M
Warning(s): sex, some strong language.
Summary: Eliot spends his downtime from the team with an old friend, to whom there is more than meets the eye. Sequel to More Than Whiskey In Mind. Smutty... Eliot/OC.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and places belong to the show's awesome creators John Rogers and Chris Downey, I am only having some fun with them. I do not own Leverage and am not affiliated with the show other than being an obsessed, ahem, devoted fan. That concludes our regularly scheduled disclaimer, so make yourself comfortable and join the fun!
"Eliot."
Eliot laid another open-mouthed kiss along Tabitha's spine, near the small of her back, before reluctantly raising his head. "What?"
"The painting is done," she mumbled, adjusting her position against the pillow she was currently hugging against her chest as they lay in bed.
He nuzzled her shoulder and made a noise of acknowledgment.
"Which means," she said, rolling onto her side to face him, "that it's time to deliver the merchandise. So, what's the plan? We can't exactly show up together, unless, of course, you want to."
He stole a languid kiss before answering. "I go in, see what's goin' on, you let me know that the painting's done, I tell Nate and then we'll set up a meeting."
The truth was he wasn't all that eager to leave his bed. Usually he got restless if he stayed in one place too long but Tabitha made him lazy, like a tomcat on a warm rock. The past two weeks had been heaven, when he wasn't with the team he spent most of his time with her.
"Sounds like a plan," Tabitha grinned up at him as she pulled him down and more fully on top of her.
L*E*V*E*R*A*G*E
L*E*V*E*R*A*G*E
When Eliot arrived at the apartment Nate and Hardison were the only ones there. Nate looked up as Eliot walked in, noticing that the hitter looked more relaxed, and was that a springin his step?
"Hey, man," Hardison greeted him.
"Where's Sophie?" Eliot asked, glancing around. Nate was in the kitchen, Hardison was behind his laptop on the couch.
"Shopping," Nate answered. "She took Parker with her."
Eliot almost stopped walking. Parker, shopping? With Sophie?
"Anything new?" Eliot was referring to the job.
"Not really," Nate said, walking into the main area with a fresh cup of coffee. "We're mostly waiting on the paint-"
Eliot's phone rang. Damn, she has good timing.Hiding a tiny smile, he retrieved the phone from his pocket and moved a few steps away to answer it.
He turned to Nate after a few moments. "It's Huntington, the painting's done. Where do you want to make the drop?"
The coffee cup stopped halfway to Nate's lips. "Tell her to bring it here, and meet us in the back, that way we can use the back stairs and not attract too much attention."
Eliot relayed the message. "Half hour," he said, snapping his phone closed.
Nate nodded and sipped his coffee.
"Oh, thank god," Parker exclaimed, breezing in some twenty minutes later.
Eliot had since moved to watch the window that looked down on the tiny parking space and alley behind the bar.
Nate and Hardison glanced at her curiously. Sophie was nowhere in sight.
"Sophie had me stuffed into this tiny minidress that only came down to here," she slashed her hand at mid-thigh, "and these really tall heels."
Eliot glanced at Hardison and chuckled. She had Hardison's full attention and he could imagine what was going though the hacker's mind.
"Anyway, I slipped away when she wasn't looking."
A noise in the alley brought Eliot's attention back to the window. "She's here."
"What?" Parker asked, looking between Nate and Eliot heading out the door and Hardison.
"Eva Huntington," Hardison explained. "She's bringing the painting up."
"Ohhhhhhh. The bet's still on, right?"
"Bet?"
"You know, the one that Eliot's sleeping with her."
"Uh-yeah, I guess."
Meanwhile, outside the apartment Eliot and Nate were escorting Tabitha and the painting up the stairs, Nate in the lead and Eliot bringing up the rear.
The door opened and the three of them trouped in.
"Uh, Hardison, could you...?" Nate gestured at the briefing table, wanting the hacker to move the various papers and files scattered on it so they could lay out the painting.
The table cleared, Tabitha laid the painting on it and pulled off the protective cover. Hardison and Parker crowded around the table to check out the forgery
"Wow, this is good," Parker murmured, brushing her fingers over the canvas.
Nate bent to examine the painting, his thoughts briefly flashing back to Maggie during his IYS days when they used to work together recovering stolen art.
"Pass inspection?" Tabitha asked, looking at Nate as he straightened.
"It's exactly what we needed," Nate held out his hand.
Tabitha shook it. "Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Ford."
Nate glanced around. He needed to call Sophie...
"Come on, I'll walk you out," Eliot said, smiling at the forger and guiding her towards the door. Parker and Hardison exchanged glances.
Nate pulled out his phone and leaned against the dining table, pressing the speed dial assigned to Sophie's number. Hardison returned to his laptop and Parker went to the window to see if she could catch a glimpse of Eliot doing... whatever, boyfriend-y things with Eva. Unfortunately they were just out of the window's line of sight; all she could see was Eliot's left boot and part of his leg.
Sighing, she trudged over to the couch and perched on its arm in typical Parker fashion. "Well, that was disappointing..." she trailed off as an idea stuck her. "I know, hack into his phone."
Hardison stared at her, dumbfounded. "What? Woman, are you crazy? You know how he is, he'll beat my ass." It wasn't as simple as punching a few keys and accessing the hitter's phone, this was Eliot they were talking about. If-when he found out, there would be hell to pay.
The thief shrugged. "I could lift his phone."
"Lift what?" Nate joined the conversation.
"Nothing!" Hardison spoke at the same time as Parker said, "Eliot's phone."
"And why exactly would you need to lift Eliot's phone?"
"To see if he's sleeping with Eva," Parker explained.
Nate rubbed his palm over his face slowly and heavily. Eliot and...? God, he wanted a drink "Okay," he said, changing the subject. "Sophie's on her way and we'll go over the plan when she gets back."
The hacker and thief nodded.
"And, Parker, no stealing Eliot's phone."