untitled Leverage drabbles
Author: wildwordwomyn
Word Count: 132, 110, 63, 74, 124
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Alec Hardison/Elliot Spencer, mention of Parker and Nate Ford
Rating: G to PG for a little flirting and a little drama
Author's Notes: Well, uh, the livejournal community *staringout* had prompts that made me do this…
Disclaimers/Warnings: No spoilers and a little angst. No too fluffy but not too serious either...
Summary: These little drabbles are about friendship and pre-slash
1/19/11 Prompt #710: "I know you're trying to help, but could you just...not?"
Hardison is useless. Okay, maybe not always, but right now? When he's taking forever to dice up some tomatoes and onions for the chicken parmesan sauce and small, lop-sided squares somehow keep slapping him in the face as he leans over the stove? Hardison in his (commercial-grade with marble counters and the kid is using that to cut on instead of the cutting board right next to him!) kitchen is just wrong on so many levels.
"Hardison, seriously, I know you're trying to help, but could you just...not?"
His eyes go wide and make Elliot consider taking the words back. Only for a second though. Marble counter tops are not made to use knives on. Ever. And if it's a choice between his kitchen and Hardison, this round goes to the marble.
1/18/11 Prompt #709: write about the moment of decision
Hardison watches him talk to the client in a soothing voice. She's physically fit and gorgeous. The kind he's pretty sure Elliot goes for. Although he'll go for anyone if the mood hits him, he has a type and she's it. But once she walks out of the bar he deliberately slides into the chair she occupied seconds before. He picks up the bottle of beer she didn't finish. When he sees that Elliot's watching he licks the rim before slowly, teasingly, wrapping his lips around it. He drinks with his head tipped back so the other man has full view of his throat, then winks, stands up, and waits.
1/13/11 Prompt #707: he didn't talk about the story behind the faded tattoo
Alec rarely saw it. Being that it was on the man's hip he couldn't outright ask without sounding...whatever. But the few times he caught a glimpse he was curious. Elliot didn't talk about the story behind the faded tattoo. Ever. Like, never ever...Alec really wished he would though. More than anything he couldn't help wondering what it might feel like under his fingertips...
1/07/11 Prompt #703: watch her dance around the room
Elliot watched Parker dance around the room, her arms up around an imaginary person's waist. He smiled softly, sadly. He couldn't remember a time when he willingly let his body lose control. He told himself it didn't matter. He'd made other choices, ones he had to pay for that just didn't allow for such freedom. He didn't know Hardison was watching him in turn, heading his way with a determined bounce in his step.
1/03/11 Prompt #699: Proverb - There's always more fish in the sea.
'There's always more fish in the sea.' That's what Nate told him when his baby was blown up. Stupid saying, though, if you ask him. His van was his life. His constant. Without Her he was lost. And then Elliot had gone and bought him another with the same nifty gadgets She had. The same black exterior, the same black interior, the same large cup holders and laptop tray behind the driver seat. It was the first time he was speechless. Of course, Elliot had to go and ruin it when he smirked and called him a punk for crying. It was all good though. Alec showed his love later by sneaking into his apartment and hiding his collector's set of Emeril Lagasse knives.