Title: How We Do It in London
Author: Quimby13
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: T-M, PG13-R (Hopes to be NC17)
Pairing: Parker/Sophie
Word Count: 1,180
Setting: Right after 2.01 "The Beantown Bailout Job"
Summary: Parker hurts herself, Sophie catches her. But things don't procede as you might think.

Warnings: This is not fluffy bunnies, okay? Kink, S&M, bondage, graphic knife/blood play, uhm… (So far, just SI, blood play, and preslash)

She knows she hid her reaction as best she could. But she felt her mouth get all dry and her heartbeat grow faster when she heard the other woman say those two words… It was all she could do to focus on getting in the car with Hardison, preparing to secure the mob guy. She did it, but it was hard. Sophie just sounded so sexy. Her voice wasn't forced either, she's just like that. The combination of her voice, always great, and the words she said, made it impossible for Parker to do so much as pick a Master Lock. Who knew Sophie saying "razor blade" would be her undoing?

Razor blades are her weakness, she's known that for years, that's why she's sitting in her car, in front of Nate's place, with a 10-pack of single edges on her dash. She should be inside; they're supposed to meet for dinner. But Sophie's words are just floating around in her skull. She can't stop thinking about it. Parker had gone right out to the store and bought razor blades. Now she's sitting in her car with a strip of metal in her hand, waiting to work up the nerve to touch down on skin.

She unbuttons her shirt, pushing the fabric to the side, and traces a finger over her right breast. The creamy flesh tingling under the light touch she creates. That is the spot. She moves the razor in her right hand so it's resting against the skin. Taking her left hand, she holds her open fingers on her chest, stilling the skin. When she presses the corner of the blade into her skin, it sinks, with a sharp familiarity she has known since she was young. The thief exhales and pulls the metallic rectangle in a short, straight line. The blood fills the cut in a dark, crimson line as soon as Parker removes the blade. She watches as the red goo starts to overflow the walls of the incision, and just as she the full blob starts to roll down her breast, the passenger door opens.

Sophie gets in, sits in the seat next to Parker and shuts the door, locking them in. She looks Parker over twice before speaking. "Are you… Okay?" She asks.

Parker swallows hard, stunned, but shakes her head 'no'.

"Let me help." Sophie whispers, and with no further warning, she leans over the center console and rests her hands on the younger woman's shoulders. Parker doesn't have time to question, as it is less than a second before Sophie's lips are on her own. Then they leave, as fast as they came, only to reappear on Parker's breast. Sophie laps at the trail of blood, following the line back to the source just prior to latching her lips around the fresh wound and sucking gently at it. She pulls as much of Parker's iron rich taste into her mouth as she can, drawing it onto her tongue, loving the noises Parker is making from her doing such a small thing.

When her mouth is full, Sophie sits up, blood dripping over her lips slightly. She doesn't swallow it, she doesn't pull away and spit it out, and instead, Sophie wraps one hand around the back of Parker's neck and tugs her into a steady lip lock. Parker gasps when she feels the other woman's tongue snake out and touch her lower lip. This gasp is just enough to let Sophie deepen the kiss and return Parker's blood to her. Due to sloppiness of their kiss, the blood dribbles out both their mouths and onto their clothes, but neither notices. When they do pull back, breathing labored, no one mentions the fact that they look like vampires.

They just sit back and stare for a moment.

Sophie talks first, of course. Gesturing to Parker's chest and asking "Are you going to explain that or pretend I didn't see it?"

Without thinking, Parker blurts out "If I explain will you kiss me?"

Then the awkward silence set in.

"Is that really how it works in London?" Parker asks, her knees tucked under her as she turns to look at Sophie. "With razor blades?"

"Yeah, it's pretty tough back there." Sophie glances over at the blonde. The way Parker is perched makes her look small, and the was her hair is hanging, half up in a ponytail and half framing her face in golden wisps. "I couldn't make this stuff up." Sophie admits, her voice hoarse, her mind going somewhere dark.

"Slow, or do they just slit their wrists?" Parker asks, she sits up a bit more, looking to Sophie for an answer.

"Lots of little cuts." Sophie answers, a little too quickly. She pauses, breathes, and finishes her answer. This time she's more diplomatic, informative "So, slow, I guess." She isn't sure about this. Why did Parker completely blow off the kiss?

Parker swallows hard and thinks this over. "Oh," she finally releases a breath, pulling her legs closer to her chest.

"What's wrong?" Sophie asks, tilting her head to the side a bit. Her eyes sweep over the younger thief's body language. "You look like you've just seen Sterling."

Parker forces a pained chuckle. "Did you ever..?" She lets the question hang hoping Sophie will finish it.

But she doesn't. She's confused as to what Parker's talking about. "Ever what, Parker?"

Parker looks at the toes of Sophie's pumps. "Do that to someone? Or has someone ever?" She can't finish, if that had happened, ever, she'd hunt the bastard down and use a rusty razor blade to Lorena Bobbit him. A dull one.

"I-I've never killed anyone…" The grifter tries. "But, yes, I sliced a man up pretty badly. And, no, I've never been tortured." She finishes quickly, not sure of what Parker wants to hear.

"Did…" Parker starts. She doesn't think she can even make eye contact with the woman beside her. Instead, she glances away, eyes blurry focused on the wall.

"Did you..." Her voice catches. "Did you like it?"

"What? Hurting someone?" Sophie asks, unsure of the actually question. "It wasn't for sport." She defends herself hopelessly. "I didn't hate it though." She admits shaking her head to herself, embarrassed by her confession.

"Huh," Parker absorbs this for a moment, pondering this new information and forming new conclusions about her coworker. "Would you do it again?" Parker finally asks.

Sophie's brow crinkles. Where is this coming from? "If-If the situation called for it I would. I think. Yes." She answers as she decides, nodding when she's done. But when Parker doesn't say anything she continues, justifying her logic. "It's not something I'd do for no reason, Parker. I wouldn't do it to just anybody. I mean, it's just—"

Parker's eyes flash dark, connecting with Sophie's. "Would you do it to me?"

"What?" Sophie shakes her head, certain she's imagined that.

Parker looked Sophie straight in the face, regaining an iota of confidence."Me, I want you to do it to me. I want to feel my life in your hands."

*******

Parker's wrists are now bound to the arms of a chair, the tops of her forearms down on the wood, the venerable flesh of her inner wrists exposed to the room. Thin string, no thicker than yarn, being utilized as means of restraint.

Her top has been tossed aside but her bra is still on. She is also wearing her stringy panties but no skirt, although she has no memory of removing that. Her hair is falling in her face and she's frustrated that she cannot do anything about it. She isn't sure she likes the location they've moved to either.

She's sitting in the middle of Sophie's (large) master bathroom. All of the lights are on casting an almost clinical bright glow over the white tile and giving Parker a surreal sense of her surroundings. She can see some of the room in the mirror that she's facing as well, but she doesn't like staring around at the empty room so she closes her eyes and waits to hear Sophie's footsteps.

She doesn't hear anything but suddenly there's a hand brushing against her neck. Parker's eyes fly open as she watches the other woman's reflection. Sophie pulls parker's messy blonde hair into one hand and off to the left, in an almost predatory fashion, she brings her lips to Parkers neck. Resting there for less than a heartbeat, Sophie finds the spot where shoulder and neck meet.

When Sophie bites down, she bites hard. It's not playful tonight. But Parker did ask for this. When Sophie hears a deep, animalistic moan erupt from Parker's chest, feels it roll from her throat, all worries and inhibitions slip away. Maybe they'll be able to enjoy this after all.

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