(author's note: Okay, I LOVE Eliot Spencer, so I decided on trying this story. If you guys like it, I'll make this a trilogy story! :) And if you guys REALLY like it, I'll tell ya Sara's story. :) it's a long, and well sad one. But anyway! I hope you guys enjoy! It took me a LONG while to write this story. So please be patient if you guys do request the next part! :) Thank you and please review to tell me what ya all think! :)

Disclaimer: Leverage or Eliot Spencer is not my creation. Just love them! :) But Sara is all mine! )

Well, that's how you get that rattlesnake smile
You better keep your distance
In this tangled shape I'm in
Now no one had better touch me right now
In this cold-blooded thick skin

The bar was filled with smoke, and smelled of it, let alone with strong liquor. It was one of those places, where a woman shouldn't be. And yet Sara was . . . Her dark hair was placed on top of her head in a messy bun, so that her dark sapphire hues were shining bright with nothing in particular. But they still looked predatory. Especially with her grinning like she was, so that her white teeth were showing, and showing off the slightly sharp canines. If that smile had a name, it would be a Rattlesnake smile. Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips as she waited for the hand of poker to be dealt. One by one, Sara picked up the cards.

Her chest rose as she took in a deep breath, her wild blue eyes restless over the crowd, even though her back was against the wall. She never did like leaving her back exposed. To much vulnerability.

Sounds of a fight and cheers rose up within the bar. A cage fight was going on, and Sara debated on going in and getting some money herself. Her lips twisted up at the side in a half cocked smirk. She'd certainly get more that way. She looked down at her cards and stopped the grin that wanted to slide in place on her lips. God she loved this game. She looked up and over the ugly ol' rough men that surrounded the table. Some of them even leered back at her, but she only shrugged it off. She didn't care about them, or their thoughts of her. She could take care of herself when it came down to it.

The poker round ended, with all the men groaning and grumbling as Sara pulled the money and whatever else was on the table towards her. She then spoke up, "Alright guys . . . My throat is getting parched and my fists restless . . . So I'm taking my leave . . . I may be back to play again though . . ." She grinned that rattlesnake smile while some of them leered and glared. She stuffed the money in her back pocket. She also grabbed up the trinkets that they put in the pile and they followed behind the money.

They all sneered, but Sara got no trouble when she emptied her side the table. She made her way over to the bar, her hips sashaying just a tad in her tight faded blue jeans. Her red tank top hugged her curves beautifully, even if she only had small c-cup breasts. She sat down in an empty stool, her petite but predatory presence getting the large portly bartender's attention. "Whiskey . . ." His eyes narrowed as he looked her over. She frowned and sighed, her hand already dipping down in her tank, into her bra, only to come back with a license in hand. It showed her face and all the information he needed. Even if he still wasn't sure about her. Even if her license seemed legitimate.

The fifty some year old bartender looked at it carefully with shrewd brown eyes and nodded. He grabbed a big bottle of Jack Daniels and a shot glass. He poured it in.

"Leave the bottle . . ." She murmured, now looking at the amber colored liquid, as her hand pulled out a fifty and set it on the grimy but old bar. He slipped away, leaving her to her thoughts. Her slim fingers reached out and grabbed the cool glass. Her hand brought it up quickly as she emptied the burning liquid into her mouth and down her throat. She grimaced slightly as she let the warmth of it go down. Her thoughts of course leading to her past. Like it was always prone to do these days. She hadn't been happy in such a long time. This is what she did now, other than play her guitar. Her guitar, fighting and this, was the only thing that kept her emotions at bay and in check.

Eliot Spencer strolled in, smelling that scent of an old bar that seen better days. He looked at the cage fight going on somewhat in the back and debated himself on getting his hands dirty. What with the latest con that him and his Leverage team were doing, it wasn't going that well, and at the moment Eliot couldn't do crap about it. He sighed, needing a drink.

Eliot Spencer strode up to the bar, leaning against it, waiting for the bartender to tend to him. His pale blue eyes caught the form of a petite young woman a few stools down. It was hard not to miss her, for she was the only woman in here. Let alone that red top really stood out in all the bar's bleakness. His brows furrowed as he began to wonder what the hell she was doing in a seedy ol' bar like this.

To curious for his own good, Eliot made his way over and took a seat next to her. She glanced over at him and he saw the predatory gleam in her sapphire hues. His body instantly went taut, recognizing another soldier when he saw one. But that only spiked his curiosity even more so. But he had no idea what to say and that was a first for him. Especially to a woman. The way he was around woman, this should have been easy. He ordered his whiskey as he debated on what to say when she spoke.

"You can share my bottle if ya like . . . We can be drinking buddies . . ." Her voice was a little husky but very melodic. Something he wouldn't definitely mind hearing again. She pushed her Jack Daniel's bottle so that it was in between them. He looked her over and thought she looked somewhat like a porcelain doll. Her skin was creamy pale, her dark hair like living silk and her eyes a bright sapphire blue. Not his usual pick ups, but something about her drew him.

"Thank ya darlin' . . . That's kind of ya . . ." He smiled at her, brushing his shoulder length hair back, his pale blue eyes twinkling. The bartender finally came back with his shot glass and he swallowed it down quickly. Her dainty hands took hold of the neck of the bottle and poured him another shot. "What's a gal like you, doing in a place like this? If you don't mind me askin' . . ." His southern drawl apparent as he asked her.

She smiled wide at this, showing those pretty little sharp white teeth of hers. She was really pretty when she smiled he thought. But kind of like predator pretty. Like a leopard or some other wild cat. It was definitely an intriguing mix, Eliot mused.

Sara 's tongue darted out to wet her lips as she debated on what to tell him. "You wouldn't believe me if I told ya cowboy . . ." She grinned at him, her sapphire hues twinkling with amusement. "By the way does the cowboy have have a name?"

"I'll tell ya mine if ya tell me yours . . ." He rumbled cockily, his lips quirking up at this. In return, hers did too. "Try me . . ."

Using her head, she used the name that was printed on her fake license. "The name's Rikki. Rikki Danifield." She held her hand out to him then, which he took it eagerly, and only found soft smooth hands. Which troubled Eliot. What soldier had such soft hands? The thought set off alarms in him.

"Eliot Dixon." Eliot Spencer was no dummy either. He pulled her hand up so he could lean down and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles. What Eliot didn't see at that moment was that Sara took in a quick inhale, and swallowed a lump in her throat.

She pulled her hand back, a small blush gracing her cheeks as she poured herself a shot and swallowed it quickly. Eliot merely smiled and downed his own. Sara looked back at him as she refilled they're glasses. "Just so you know Eliot . . ." She downed the next shot and refilled it. "I'm not as I seem to be . . ." She said mysteriously.

His brow rose up at that and smirked. He downed the next shot. He leaned in and gestured her to come forward so he could whisper in her ear. When her hair was tickling his lips and her ear a breath away, Eliot whispered, "I know . . ."

She pulled back as if he burned her, her cheeks flushing hard, and her eyes now hard and . . . Did he see terror and anger in her eyes? He swallowed, wondering even more about this mysterious woman. "Do you wanna do this now? Or later?"

His brows furrowed in confusion, wondering what she was getting at. He watched her swallow down another shot, her eyes hard and very angry now. His quick eyes even picked up that she clenched her hands into fists, her knuckles turning white. "You're definitely something . . . What is your story darlin?" His curiosity was getting the better of him.

It was her turn for her brows to furrow in confusion. "You should know by now if you've come to retrieve me . . ." She said coldly.

He shook his head and looked at her. "I'm not here for you hun . . . He'll I'm off the clock and not after you." Which only told him someone was looking for her. She was running from something. Hell, something told him that the name that she gave him was a false one like his. "So Rikki ain't your real name, huh?" He peered over at her after he took another shot. He could hold back his liqour, but the amount he had already drank, it was starting to get to him. His keen eyes looked into her dark sapphire ones and saw they were as bright and alert as ever. "You really are different . . ." He mused, again wondering.

Amusement sparked in her eyes briefly and was that relief? Yeah that was definitely relief he saw there. "Why do you say that cowboy?" She asked softly as she poured another shot for them both and downed hers quickly.

"Cause you were already drinking before I got here, and you've already done more shots than me already. So you should have been drunk already. But from what I see on your face, your clearly sober where I'm just starting to get buzzed." He took his shot. "Who are you?" He asked as he really looked at her. He could always peg someone. Whether it be Navy, Marine, FBI, or what not. She was definitely a soldier, but he didn't know of what. It complexed him to no end. This mysterious slip of a girl. It bothered him that he couldn't figure it out. "You're definitely military . . ." He saw her tense at that and she opened her mouth to ask how he knew, but he stopped her. "I'm very good at what I do honey, otherwise I wouldn't still be alive today. But . . . I don't know what you are . . ." His brows furrowed as he tried to figure her out, his pale blues staring at her hard.

She couldn't help but smirk at this, another rattlesnake smile. He didn't know who she was. She was safe, question was, could she keep him safe? She gnawed on her lip as she toyed with the empty shot glass in her hand, debating on what to tell him. "The less ya know about me Eliot . . . The better . . . If that's even your real name." She smiled at this, and set her glass down only to full it up again. She picked it up to look at it and then finally answered, "I've been hurt so my times . . . And gotten people that I've loved hurt, or even killed. It's best ya didn't know. Best ya stayed away actually. Forget me while ya still can . . ." She said with anger and deep sorrow as she downed her shot, feeling the burning liquid slide down her throat to her belly, hoping to get rid of the icy coldness that lingered in her bones since that day.

"I'm a very hard man to kill . . ." He stated matter factly. "I've seen things no others have . . ." His rough large calloused hand took hold of her small soft one, seeming to cover it, his hand seemed so big. She looked at him and he swore he saw a glimmer of tears.

"So have I . . ." Sara didn't pull away, but didn't look at him. The warmth of his hand left her, as his heart ached for her. He saw the look on her face and knew that something was definitely wrong. His hand gently touched her chin and pulled so that she was facing him again. Her heart constricted at his touch, and she pushed her power down unconsciously.

"It's not safe to be with me . . . I'm dangerous." She said softly and simply.

"I don't believe that . . . " He rumbled.

She bit her lips, her heart felt like it was breaking all over again. Sara had closed her eyes tight trying to suppress her emotions. "Sara . . ." She said very softly.

Eliot leaned in, for he couldn't hear her over the bar's dull roar. "Hmm?"

"My real name is Sara . . ." She admitted a little louder.

He smiled at this and covered her hand again. She looked down at it, her heart thumping hard. She needed to get over Adam. Maybe Eliot could help. From what she could smell of him, and he did smell good, he was telling the truth and he was attracted to her.

"A pretty name to a pretty girl . . ." He drawled out with a charming grin. She gracefully blushed at that and he touched her cheek. She blushed even harder at his touch which only made him grin wider.

Sara stood up, grabbed the whiskey bottle and stepped away. His brows furrowed at this as he watched her. She looked back at him, a small smile in place, "Ya comin' cowboy? Remember I warned ya. I ain't what I seem to be . . ."

He grinned at this and followed her out. "My place or ours?" She asked softly. He was surprised by this. Surprised she was so . . . Easy going with this. Was she leading him on?

"Are ya leading me on?" He asked softly with a grin, not that he would mind. If she did, he'd be able to take her.

She laughed softly at this. "Eliot . . . Really? I wanna get over my pain. Forget it. And you are doing the same. So . . . We're using each other . . . So we gonna use each other to make us feel better or what?"

"On one condition . . ." He would never ask this with another girl, but with Sara . . . She was a mystery that he wanted to find out. Her head tilted up, wandering what he was asking. "You tell me who you are."

She sighed and began to walk away, but he followed slightly behind her, always patient. His answer came only a moment later. "I'm a mutant Eliot. And not just a regular mutant, but a created one." She stopped to look back at him. "I'm dangerous Eliot. Not only because of my powers but fuckin' crazy people are after me. So again, you've been warned. And again, the less ya know, the better." She turned away again and walked down the street.

Eliot was at first shocked. Yeah, he had met a few, worked with some, but never had he had a relationship with one. He looked at her again and could only wonder, what type of mutant was she? He ran quickly to catch up with her. When he looked at her, her eyes were downcast, and her nursing that whiskey bottle. "What happened?"

Her sapphire hues closed briefly as she shook her head. "I don't wanna talk about it . . ." Her heart constricted at her memories.

He nodded and pulled her close. "So ya wanna forget about it huh?" He felt her head nod and nuzzles into her neck. The smell of her was some type of flowery musk. It was heady, that it made his head spin. "I can do that . . ." His hands moved down her lithe back, already liking what he felt. He grazed his teeth over her quickening pulse and felt her shiver and felt her pulse throb beneath his lips. Oh, he would definitely have fun with her.

"What's your name?" She breathed, her own hand tangled in his hair now.

He rumbled out against her nape with a grin, "Eliot . . . The last name's different." He could feel her smile as he lifted his head to look at her. He could see the moon in those beautiful dark eyes of hers. "Beautiful . . ." He murmured and captured her lips with his.

At first she didn't do anything, she felt his lips pressed into hers. She wasn't used to any body's kisses. She only wanted one mans. But Eliot was different. He wasn't afraid of her. Didn't know her past, or anything of the like. She took in his scent, the smell of whiskey and something woodsy, and her lips parted. She could trust him.

His hand wrapped around her neck and waist, pulling her in closer. She moaned softly as his tongue gently glided in and touched hers. The kiss was tentative and gentle at first, but now, it was beginning to burn hot. Just by the kiss, Eliot knew that they were gonna go up in flames tonight. It seemed everything about her drew him to her. He wanted to know more. And that was out of his nature. But would he stop this? Definitely not now. They both needed each other right now. He wouldn't leave her like this. Rumbling softly, he pulled away with desire filled eyes. "Where's your place?"

Sara had shared plenty of kisses in her lifetime, but she'd only felt something like this once before. This much electricity and passion. And it was gone for good for her. But she wasn't gonna back away now. She needed this. She needed to forget about Adam. She was gonna replace that memory with Eliot if she could. Even if she could only have one night with him. She took a deep breath and mumbled out, "Come on . . ." Showing him the rest of the way.

She led him down a somewhat dark street, one of the street lights out Eliot noted as they kept walking. It didn't take long, which they were both grateful. Once at the large apartment building, Sara stopped in front of apartment 2E and unlocked it. She led him quickly inside.

Before the door could close, Sara pushed him hard against the wall, nearly triggering his defensive instinct, but before he could do anything her soft supple lips crashed into his. His instinct changed so that he growled and whirled them so that he had her pinned to the wall. A hard gasp came from her mouth, telling him he used a little to much force but her kiss had become hotter and deeper, only telling Eliot that she had liked it. He grinned, immediately liking this. He didn't have to be gentle, she liked it rough.

Sara gasped and moaned when he bit her lip and tugged it, heat swirling through her body. Her hands ran up his heavily muscled back, admiring the feel of him. A knee spread her legs and pressed against her hot moistening core, making her gasp, pulling away from his kiss. But it only gave him access to her neck.

A shudder racked her spine as she felt his stubble against her sensitive flesh of her neck, that sent her breasts pressing into his hard chest. "Oh god!" She gasped as his teeth bit into her, her hips bucking into thigh, sending more waves of desire through her. "Fuck Eliot!" She growled out, making him chuckle as he sucked at her neck.

"That's what I'm going to do darlin' . . . Gonna fuck ya . . . Isn't that what ya want?" He drawled in her ear and nipped the lobe, making her shiver against him. Usually, he wasn't so aggressive, but damn. It would seem she wanted it and brought it out in him. True, he's had lots of experience with this thing, but damn she was so responsive to his touch that his cock was straining against his jeans. She was unlike any other he'd been with.

Sara 's breathing was ragged as she answered, "Yes . . . Eliot please." Her nails digging into his shoulders, which only egged him on. He knew he would never forget this one. Let alone the way she said his name made his cock throb painfully. With a small grunt he picked her up, but was surprised by her weight. Instead of the light as as feather weight he was expecting, she was heavy. Like heavy as a man. He frowned and looked at her. She looked annoyed but not at him. "Mutation . . ." She answered his silent question and before anything else was said, she kissed him and he returned the heated kiss as she grinded into him, making him groan. His mind ignored the weight in his arms as her legs wrapped around his slim hips so they could feel how hot each other was.

His large rough hand moved her red tank up so it could splay over the flesh of her waist. They both moaned at the heat and electricity that arced through them. Her hips moved restlessly against him that drove him insane. Eliot growled from her nips at his bottom lip. He pushed that damnable tank up and above her perky breasts, that were cupped in a black lacy bra. Showing how creamy her flesh was. Another low growl escaped the back of his throat at the sight. He pulled aside one of the cups and found one of the dusky rose hard nipples. He sucked hard, hearing Sara moan his name again, her nails scraping his back. Those hips of hers were really driving him insane, for they wouldn't stop moving and gyrating against him. Since he had her pinned to the wall, and her legs wrapped tight around him, he let go of her, only to grab her hips hard, stilling them. She whimpered, wanting so much more. He nipped the pebble hard nipple, making that back of hers arc into him.

"Eliot . . ." She growled with want, her hand moving up his back to tangle in his shoulder length hair. And damn was it silky soft, as she pulled it back, forcing his head up to look at her. Her sapphire eyes were as dark as midnight and filled with need. Before she could say another word, he claimed her lips in a hard deep kiss.

He pulled them away from the wall and stumbled his way through her small apartment. He only hit his shin once, but he managed to find the bedroom. He dropped her on top of her bed, the blanket was a deep purple and dark pink with musical notes dancing over it. She loved music, his mind briefly thought as he looked down at her and thought she looked beautiful.

Sara pushed herself up on her elbows as he stared at her with hard pale eyes. For a minute there, she felt like prey and he the big bad wolf or something, even though she was probably the more dangerous one, or so she thought. It left her frozen as his hot eyes took her in, making her flush with nervousness from her being self conscious. She took in a shaky breath, pushing her breasts up, his eyes locking on them. She swallowed and that seemed to snap him out of it, well kind of.

Heart hammering harder in her chest as he pulled off his shirt, revealing a taut muscled broad chest. He slowly approached her, his eyes still had her pinned. "Take off your shirt . . ." He growled out. Without a word, Sara did what she was told. He crawled over her, his arms pulling her close as his mouth descended once more on her nipple. She gasped, her hand tangling in his long hair once more. His hand slipped behind her and unclasped that lacy scrap of a bra so it was no longer in the way.

He paid attention to both nipples, licking, nipping and teasing them til she was growling his name. Grinning, he slipped lower, his mouth kissing and nipping his way down. He placed a decent bite on the edge of her rib cage, earning him a gasp. He traveled lower, his rough hands following behind gently, making her feel like she was burning up. His tongue dipped in her navel as his hands unbuttoned and pushed down her pants, revealing dark red bikini panties. He leaned back, his arms flexing as he yanked off her pants the rest of the way.

His hands smoothed up her long silky legs, surprised at how soft they were. One of them twitched from his touch, making him grin wide, his eyes dancing with desire and satisfaction. When his hands reached her inner thighs, she was trembling softly, her breathing ragged. "If ya ain't comfortable darlin', tell me . . ." He drawled out, looking up at her.

Her throat worked as she swallowed the lump that formed there. "I want this . . . Please Eliot . . . Make me forget . . . Make me remember you . . ." Like she could forget him already? She knew she wouldn't be able to forget him, but this would really seal the deal. He was making her feel amazing.

With that answer, his thumb stroked over the wet patch over her panties, grinning at it. His fingers pulled the waistband of the underwear and pulled, the tearing sound overly loud in the room as the fabric ripped on both sides. The sound only made her heart race worse, reminding her just how strong he really was. Liquid heat pulled between her legs more as she waited for what he was going to do next. Eliot ' s hands caressed up her ass cheeks to her hips as he leaned in, his mouth descending to her mound. A hard gasp escaped her, her hips bucked hard at the sudden sensation, but his rough large hands managed to hold her squirming hips down.

"Ohmygod!" She exhaled, her hands curled into a fist, deep in his hair as his mouth worked her over good. God, he had her eyes rolled in the back of her head. "Eliot!" She breathed, her back arcing at the amazing pleasure, bringing her so close to the edge.

But Eliot had other plans. He eased up, drawing her back from the brink, leaving her to tremble in his strong arms and whimper. And damn he couldn't help but like her taste. She was creamy and sweet, as he lapped up her sweet cream much like a cat would, his tongue penetrating deep. The bridge of his nose just resting on her sensitive clit and nudging ever so slightly, for he couldn't get enough of her. His pale eyes were locked on her face, watching closely of her tells.

"God damn! Eliot!" At first she was breathy, his name more like a curse. She looked down and saw those wild and intense eyes watching her. And for a brief second she swore her heart stopped at that hungry gaze. Maybe he really was a wolf and he was eating her all up. If so, she could definitely die happy. That is, if she could die.

As soon as her gaze locked onto his, his mouth assaulted her quivering mound, making Sara jerk and cry out. He felt her nails against his scalp and didn't stop. She was so close and he was gonna shove her over that delicious edge. His hand pulled back, only to shove two fingers into her core, his mouth moving upwards slightly only to suck hard at her clit.

Her body completely grew taut at the onslaught of her climax as his fingers never stopped moving, kept plunging in and out of her over and over again. She cried out, completely forgetting about her damn claws, as a fine mist of blood sprayed across his back and bed sheets. Eight long and very sharp admantium claws shot straight out of her knuckles, the pain of them she hardly noticed, she was so lost in the pleasure of her orgasm.

Eliot meanwhile, felt the spray but didn't stop, didn't realize what just happened above him. As her muscles clenched tight to his fingers, his cock throbbed painfully against his jeans. He pulled his fingers out slowly and sucked them clean. His mouth returned to her core, lapping up the cream that he was rewarded with for all his administrations, making her whimper and moan as she came down from her pleasure high. He gently lapped at her until there was no more of her cream left, feeling her tremble and shake in his arms. Grinning his own rattlesnake smile, he rose up only to feel something steel like and sharp against his back, that it even pricked him and began to draw blood. Eyebrows furrowing, he looked back and saw those deadly eight claws, four on each hand. "Sara?" He questioned softly, amusement and a little curiosity filled his bombardier eyes.

Her chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to regulate her breathing. She looked down as he breathed her name and was dismayed to see her damnable claws out. Blushing furiously with shame and embarrassment, Sara retracted the deadly blades, murmuring, "Sorry . . ."

Eliot sat up as the blades disappeared and watched her flesh knit back together quickly. The only evidence that they were ever there was the small trail of blood from each knuckle. He now understood why she had such soft hands. She had a healing factor. He looked up and saw the look on her downcast face and frowned. His hand took hers and licked the beads of blood away. Her head came up, shock and surprise on her face at this. He licked another small trail of scarlet away, his pale eyes locked on her own dark ones. She swallowed, he saw her delicate throat work and smiled. His tongue went over the last knuckle, her eyes following the movement, it invoked desire in her again he saw. With that, Eliot crawled over her, fitting himself neatly in between her spread still quivering legs.

Despite him still mostly clothed, Sara could feel how hard he was. She gasped when he pressed hard against her sex, leaning over her like a wolf with his prey. She bit her lip and he leaned down to kiss it away from her teeth to gain entrance to her sweet mouth. She moaned at the kiss and him pressing against her. She pulled away to gasp for air and Eliot nuzzled her throat, again making her moan. She tensed when he bit her, pleasure and pain mixing beautifully together. Her nails dug into his back, egging him on, wanting more. Which Eliot was happy to give. He rocked into her once more, loving the sound of her gasp that followed it. He couldn't help but grin when Sara growled out, "Fuckin' driving me insane!" With her hands working on the fastening of his pants he couldn't help but grin and chuckle. But it was cut off when her hand gripped his manhood, making him suck in a breath, his whole body tensing as she sat up a little. "Damn . . ." She murmured appreciatively as she licked her full pouty lips when she glanced down. Just seeing that made him throb in her hands which only made her lips twitch up into a grin.

Before she could do anything of what they both thought of, he growled out, "Later . . ." And shoved his pants off the rest of the way. He pulled a small packet out of his pants pocket before he completely rid himself of them and his boxers. He saw her smirk and grab it out of his hand before he could open it. His brow went up, but before he could question her action, she bit the edge of the packet and ripped it open. He grinned at this as he watched her pull the protection out of it's wrapper and slide it down on his shaft. He swallowed as he felt her hand encase him once more, her eyes still on him.

"Don't be afraid to hurt me . . ." She murmured softly, trying to tell him something, but he wasn't sure what. He just knew she wanted him and he wanted her. Her hands gripped his upper arms, pulling him down over her. With her eyes beckoning him and her body welcoming him, he couldn't refuse her. He lined himself up with her pink folds, his tip just pressing against her entrance he looked into her eyes, his hand now tight on her hip, the other on her outer thigh, caressing up, teasing and worshiping her creamy flesh. The pale light of the moon spilled in from the window behind the bed, making her skin ever more creamy and him like a chiseled god. He watched her eyes close and her sigh in pleasure when he surged deep inside her, making her gasp hard. He felt the barrier break as he penetrated her and he stilled, fully in her silky depths.

His brows furrowed in confusion, he looked at her, his heart thumping hard. "Your . . . your . . . ?"

"My healing power." She nodded, wincing a little as she adjusted to his size. She hated her power, for many different reasons, but right now cause of this very fact. "I'm alright . . . Don't stop." She murmured softly, her hand soothing up his arm.

Eliot nodded and began to move, his hand that was on her thigh rising up to brush a strand of hair away from her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her lips gently, relishing the feeling of her tight walls clenching round him. She moaned softly in his mouth, her hand wrapping around his nape as she deepened the kiss. "Please Eliot . . ." She whispered when they pulled away from the kiss, their breaths labored. "Don't hold out on me . . . I need more and I know you can give it . . ."

He bit his lip and smirked as he sat up on his knees. His hands wandered down over her breasts, teasing her rosy nipples making them hard, down her belly making her suck in a breath, over her hips and gripped there. "You wanted it . . . You got it . . ." He rumbled and sped up his rhythm, even angled her hips just right so he could go as deep as he could. The feeling of her nails digging into his forearms and her breathy moans egged him on. After a moment of getting used to the rhythm he sped up even more, harder. The breath in her throat caught and she was assaulted by the sensations he was giving her.

"Mmm . . . FUCK!" She cried out and bit her lip, her eyes closing.

"No!" He grunted and she opened her eyes as he kept going. "Keep that beautiful gaze on me." She bit her lip but nodded as he pumped in and out of her. She arched her back, loving the feeling he was giving her, that it was hard to keep her eyes open. They just wanted to keep rolling up into her head. Their bodies became slick with sweat as they kept going, her body coiling tighter and tighter as he kept her on the edge of her sweet release. But damn it, Sara wanted more. She wanted it. Wanted him to lose control. She needed to figure out, how to do just that. She grinned as she looked up at him, his eyes worshiping her body as he worked her over.

After a moment of enjoying this blissful assault on her body, Sara rose up quickly, throwing him off his rhythm and now sitting on the balls of his feet, and she kind of in his lap. His eyes were wide and surprised, but closed in bliss as a groan escaped him when she began to move. His head dipped into the crook of her neck and shoulder, the feel of his brown shoulder length hair brushing over her flesh made her shiver as his hands helped her move over him. "Mmmm . . . fuck Sara . . . You feel so damn good." And with in a few moments of this, their breathing was really labored, ragged as they got closer and closer to their climax. Her moans and whimpers were getting closer together as they both raced to that finish line. But again, Sara wanted more and knew Eliot could give it. Her nails digging hard into his shoulders, her mouth descended on his neck and bit and sucked, enough to leave a bruise like hickey.

Growling, he pushed her off and flipped her over on all fours. Breathing hard, Sara looked back just as his hands grabbed hold of her hips hard and sank deep into her. It was hard and deep in one thrust that it made her cry out from pleasure and pain. He growled again, having lost that tight control he was great at, and really began to fuck her. Hard, deep and fast, which had Sara's eyes rolling up in her head as she drew threateningly close to her climax. "FUCK! ELIOT!" She screamed, "DON'T STOP!" Moans and cries were spilling from her lips as he drilled her. When his hand moved over her hip to toy with her clit, it sent her over the edge. Her back arched hard as she screamed out his name. All the while he didn't stop, so it wasn't a surprise that when he gripped her hair and pulled her head back, it sent her into another orgasm. She cried out, her breathing ragged as hell as pleasure consumed her. A moment later of him still thrusting inside her, he became even more savage. He was at his limit, Sara thought, and tried to clench around him tight to send him over the edge. Eliot only gritted his teeth and kept at it. But when she rasped out, "Eliot! Cum . . . Cum for me! I need it!" Was when he lost it. His one hand left her hair and went back down to her hip, grabbing so hard that to a normal girl would put light bruises on their skin. He pumped even harder and then roared out as he reached his climax, locking his hips to hers, his arm wrapping around her chest to keep her tight to him. Bringing his mouth to her neck and biting there, sending her over the edge screaming his name once more.

They stayed locked together like that for what felt like forever to them. With Sara's sensitive hearing, she could hear both of their hearts hammering, and it sounded like to her that they beat together as one they began to slow down. They caught their breaths quickly, and Eliot eventually rolled to the side, but only taking her with him. Sara only moaned as he slipped from her, but found he was spooning her. She made a small sound and curled deeper into him. His arm merely tightened around her, his mouth nuzzling her neck, sending goosebumps up on her skin. Her hand took his and held it as sleep claimed her.

She awoke two more times in the night, the reason, Eliot. He awoke her with his caresses, his mouth, his care. And each time was amazing. And for a long time in a long awhile, she had actually rested and slept easy in Eliot's arms when he did allow her to sleep. And to Sara that in itself was a wonder and miracle. When she awoke the third time, sunlight was spilling through the window above her and silence. Frowning, Sara looked about, hoping to see Eliot, but didn't see anything.

Dark hair disheveled, Sara sat up, her sapphire hues bright as she took in her apartment. Nothing was missing or out of the ordinary. Frowning even harder now, she wondered what happened to him. It was when she turned her head to his side of the bed that she saw the fresh crisp note. Her dainty hand took the paper and those predatory eyes began to read the sprawled handwriting of Eliot, bringing a smile to her face.

Darling Sara,

Sorry I didn't wake you, but you looked so beautiful and peaceful I couldn't.
And work needed me. Thank you for the amazing night. I'll never forget it,
nor you. You are an amazing woman! Never forget it! If you ever need me,
here's my number. 719-555-1913 Take care darlin'
w/ love, Eliot Spencer

Short but sweet, she thought with a smile on her face. Heart beating hard, she folded the note carefully and placed it on her bedside. She got up from the bed and started to get dressed. Since she was in such a good mood, Sara pulled out a summer dress and pulled it on. With a big smile on her face, she twirled in it, and stepped out of her bedroom, into the living room and then into the kitchen. A small gasp escaped her as she saw what greeted her on the kitchen table. A single deep red rose lay beside a steaming cup of coffee and a brown paper bag. And from the smell coming from the bag, she identified it as a fresh cinnamon bun. Nope . . . She would never forget Eliot Spencer, she mused.

Come over here and gimme a kiss
Yeah, I'm startin' to see
Yeah, I do believe
Better keep your distance
From this tangled shape i'm in
~Christian Kane's Rattlesnake Smile