Title: The Intersection of Points N and E
Summary: Snapshots of Eliot and Natalia's adventures over their years together.
Disclaimer: I don't own Leverage or any of the characters associated with the show. I only claim ownership to the character that I created. Also, no profits are being made off of this story. It's only for your entertainment.
Author's Note: Alright guys, this is just a random drabble that's the product of 20 minutes and a line that just popped into my head. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 9: Still Here
~May 2nd 2004 ~ Oklahoma
Eliot lay on his back, arms behind his head, body cradled in the disheveled cotton of his bed sheets. She had gone hours before and yet, somehow, she was still here.
As though the trace of her clung to the air.
It wasn't a perfume. It wasn't even the scent of her skin. It was her.
It was the way she moved across the hardwood floor; the way it creaked under her delicate feet. The way she looked standing in the doorway fresh out of the shower, her hair in unruly ringlets as wild as she was. He could swear she was still sitting in that old armchair, slipping stockings of silk over the legs that had carried her away from him. Her laugh rang out through the unbearable silence and mirth glittered in the emerald green of her eyes.
The air still crackled with her energy.
There was life, yes, but it remained intangible. Existing on the fringe of his mind, just out of his senses' reach. He shut his eyelids and made a desperate grab for something – anything – that would materialize. But the wind blew outside, causing the ancient oak to scrape its branches across the roof, the sound dissolving any chance of his success.
When he opened his eyes he was staring at the dismal drywall of the ceiling, which was staring back at him. He frowned at a crease that ran through it, long ago caused by the house settling. After a moment's pause he rolled over onto his stomach and reached for his phone - his restlessness abated when - finally - Natalia spoke his name on the other end of the line.