Fic: Thou Art Enough
Fic: Thou Art Enough
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Nate/Maggie, Nate/Sophie
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Luff
AN: Comment fic for mzmtiger on the prompt: Other men said they have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough. (G. Moore)
Nate Ford is not a man of words, poems and songs. You knew that when you met him. He would not wax lyrical even if he could. Your body is enough for him, your curves and lines so carefully concealed and so cunningly exposed, teasing as you flit about him lighter than the air, insubstantial. He chases you for months, begging for a glimpse only to find you gone, the newest name discarded.
He dreams of you (and he is ashamed) while sleeping in his wife's loving arms, and he dreams of knowing your name and calling you by it. He dreams of knowing you and seeing you and of telling you all of his desires.
"Your wife is an angel." That is what he was told, as Jim Sterling reclines in his chair, as drunk as he is, maybe more. Nate had only looked across at his wife, the pale beauty swaying to the quiet music with his tiny son in her arms. You might have been jealous in that moment, had you seen it, but then... you had never aspired to be an angel.
Nate does not think he deserves an angel. He believes himself too tainted for that now. One day he knows Maggie will realise that too, and cast him out, and then he knows when he searches for you he will finally find you, because you... you are no angel.
For him, perhaps you are all he deserves. For him perhaps you are enough.
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Nate/Maggie, Nate/Sophie
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Luff
AN: Comment fic for mzmtiger on the prompt: Other men said they have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough. (G. Moore)
Nate Ford is not a man of words, poems and songs. You knew that when you met him. He would not wax lyrical even if he could. Your body is enough for him, your curves and lines so carefully concealed and so cunningly exposed, teasing as you flit about him lighter than the air, insubstantial. He chases you for months, begging for a glimpse only to find you gone, the newest name discarded.
He dreams of you (and he is ashamed) while sleeping in his wife's loving arms, and he dreams of knowing your name and calling you by it. He dreams of knowing you and seeing you and of telling you all of his desires.
"Your wife is an angel." That is what he was told, as Jim Sterling reclines in his chair, as drunk as he is, maybe more. Nate had only looked across at his wife, the pale beauty swaying to the quiet music with his tiny son in her arms. You might have been jealous in that moment, had you seen it, but then... you had never aspired to be an angel.
Nate does not think he deserves an angel. He believes himself too tainted for that now. One day he knows Maggie will realise that too, and cast him out, and then he knows when he searches for you he will finally find you, because you... you are no angel.
For him, perhaps you are all he deserves. For him perhaps you are enough.