Fic: Unexpected
Fic: Unexpected
Author: LMX
Fandoms: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Eliot/Any
AN: Comment fic for zortified
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His experience, growing up, was that the world was pretty cold and ugly, and nasty things happened in it. That didn't change much when he got away from his pa, out of his hometown and started travelling the world with a gun in his hands. He started to wonder if anything could look beautiful when you'd seen so many people die pointlessly. So many kids waving around rifles bigger than they were. So many suns set on burning homes and nights lit up with explosions.
He'd hardened himself to it, and gotten out when he could. Life on the dark side of the law had been prettier, but colder. More lonely. And nasty things still happened. That had been a constant in his life. Nasty things that taught him it was never safe to relax. Never safe to sleep. Never safe to trust.
All that meant was that he'd honestly never expected this, right now. Leaning up against someone else, basking in their body heat, both of them wearing less clothes than they'd started the night with, relishing the close contact. He didn't know where his boots were. He wasn't braced for a punch. It would take him a good couple of seconds to get to his feet if he needed to right now. And yet...
He was comfortable. More than that, even though he knew he was the fighter of the two of them, he felt protected.
It was alien. But he thought he might get used to it. If he practised enough.
Author: LMX
Fandoms: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Eliot/Any
AN: Comment fic for zortified
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His experience, growing up, was that the world was pretty cold and ugly, and nasty things happened in it. That didn't change much when he got away from his pa, out of his hometown and started travelling the world with a gun in his hands. He started to wonder if anything could look beautiful when you'd seen so many people die pointlessly. So many kids waving around rifles bigger than they were. So many suns set on burning homes and nights lit up with explosions.
He'd hardened himself to it, and gotten out when he could. Life on the dark side of the law had been prettier, but colder. More lonely. And nasty things still happened. That had been a constant in his life. Nasty things that taught him it was never safe to relax. Never safe to sleep. Never safe to trust.
All that meant was that he'd honestly never expected this, right now. Leaning up against someone else, basking in their body heat, both of them wearing less clothes than they'd started the night with, relishing the close contact. He didn't know where his boots were. He wasn't braced for a punch. It would take him a good couple of seconds to get to his feet if he needed to right now. And yet...
He was comfortable. More than that, even though he knew he was the fighter of the two of them, he felt protected.
It was alien. But he thought he might get used to it. If he practised enough.