Please be gentle, it's my first time. Also, Leverage belongs to people who are not me. I am not associated in any way with any of the lot of them. This is purely for fun, not profit.
Eliot's jeans are huge on Parker, but when his phone rings after ten just as he rolls over on top of her, his kiss deepening with definite intent, and it turns out to be Nate calling them back into the office, she refuses to put on the ridiculous pencil skirt Sophie had shoved her into that morning for their con.
So she snags Eliot's discarded pants from the floor on the other side of the bed, pressing her bare breasts into his abdomen as she does. She feels his hand smooth down her back before she gets out of bed and shimmies into them, to his appreciative stare.
"What am I supposed to wear?" he demands as she also forgoes the prim white button-down blouse tossed in a wrinkled heap across the room, in favor of his long-sleeved plaid flannel.
Instead of answering, Parker crushes the collar to her face, inhaling happily. "It smells like you," she informs him, poking her nose out and snuggling back in.
"…wrong with you," she hears him mutter, though with enough affection in his tone that she knows he doesn't mean for it sting. She smiles into his shirt.
He's still lying on the bed, so she climbs atop him, knees braced on either side of his hips, and leans down to press her mouth to his in a long, languid kiss. She flicks her tongue against his lips fleetingly and sits up. His hands are on her hips, poised for movement, and she's pleased at the way their grip tightens when she moves to stand.
He makes a noise of protest as she lifts herself away, saying, "Up. We need to go."
Eliot mutters something to himself, clearly unhappy at all the sex he isn't going to be having tonight, but Parker isn't listening—she's plundering his underwear drawer for socks and heading for the door to put on the sneakers she's left here.
By the time she's got the first one tied, he's emerging from his bedroom, fully dressed with his boots in hand and a steep frown firmly in place.
"Cheer up, grumpy pants," Parker orders plainly, leaning to put on her other shoe. When she looks up, he's giving the bedroom door a longing stare, one she's sure she's supposed to have missed. She stands and sashays up to him, giving him a saucy grin.
"Parker," he starts, but she cuts him off with a quick peck.
"Smile for me," she whispers into his ear, eliciting a nearly undetectable shiver, "and I'll do that thing you like so much." She draws back in time to see his eyes darken, and he pulls his lips into something that resembles a snarl more closely than a smile, and she giggles.
"Close enough?"
"Close enough."
They leave, Eliot opening his truck's door for her to climb in and closing it after her. She's always found it strange that he does that—she's perfectly capable of opening her own doors—but after about the third or fourth explanation of manners and respect deteriorated into little more than frustrated growling, she'd quit protesting and gone with it.
The ride to Nate's place is a quiet one and they climb the stairs side-by-side. Eliot opens the door to let her in first, closing it behind them.
Nate is seated at the table, staring at the screens. Sophie is in the kitchen, a steaming ceramic mug in her hands, and as Parker approaches Nate, Hardison comes down the stairs.
Sophie's gaze flickers over them briefly, Parker notes, and her dark eyes narrow in a way she's only seen them do when she's sizing up a mark. She's not certain she likes that look being directed at her. Her thing with Eliot is just that—her thing with Eliot. Not for anyone else to know about or judge.
Before anything else can happen, Nate looks away from the screens and calls them all over. The meeting kicks off without issue, and it turns out to be a small, simple hiccup in their plan—the safe is in a secondary location and Parker will need to get away from the mark to get to it. Nate has called them all over so he only has to explain it once and make sure the entire team is all on the same page about the new plan. It takes a few hours' worth of reconfiguring Parker's part before Nate smiles proudly and lets them all go.
Sophie catches up with her in the stairwell and Eliot keeps going. Hardison is still in the apartment, shutting down all of the equipment.
"So, does this mean you're finally going to officially tell us?" Sophie asks. "Not that we didn't all know already anyway. You're both so obvious…and now you're wearing boyfriend jeans!"
"Boyfriend jeans?" Parker repeats, genuinely confused.
"When a woman puts on her man's pants after spending the night together and she doesn't want to wear her own clothes," Sophie explains, somewhat impatiently. Then she gasps. "Wait, what was wrong with the skirt I gave you this morning?"
"No, nothing," Parker says quickly, wanting to get back to the 'boyfriend jeans' part—emphasis on the boyfriend—and, more importantly, what Sophie knows. "The skirt was fine—back to the jeans…" She toys with the cuff of Eliot's flannel shirt where it covers her hands for a nervous moment before realising she's doing so and dropping it.
Sophie giggles, a sound Parker emphatically does not approve of when it's being aimed at her, and flaps a hand dismissively. "Darling," she says brightly, "did you think we didn't know you and Eliot are at least sleeping together?" She laughs again. "Parker, dear, why do you think your phone never rang tonight?"
Hope you enjoyed! I apologise if I've done anything horrible with the characters. I've only seen a handful of episodes from every season but season one, but Leverage has eaten my brain. (I blame Christian Kane entirely. He is a damn fine man with a sexy voice. And he can sing? *discreetly wipes away drool*)