I still do not own Leverage
Parker knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it, Eliot was—simply – beautiful: all man, all muscle. He was diligent about keeping his body in shape and Parker was diligent about watching him; watching how his body moved, sweat beading down his face, his scars moving – almost dancing—across his skin, it made the fire that burned deep in her stomach anytime Eliot was near reach a melting point, pooling between her legs. She perched outside his window gazing at his beauty, praying that he would never catch her, but at the same hoping he would and that if he did he wouldn't send her home to deal with the problem between her legs but instead help.
Hours pass as she keeps her vigil thinking Eliot doesn't notice, but he does he just ignores her not wanting to jeopardize the team by acting upon his attraction to her. When he crawls into bed at night he falls asleep with visions of Parker dancing in his head.
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