Title: Boston
Summary: A different take on Eliot's Christmas. Sequel to Havana.
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: Another short one but I promise the next update will make up for it. Also, to everyone worried about this story ending, don't worry! There will be much more Eliot/Natalia stories to follow it!
Chapter 12
"The big department stores are usually picked over, but if you stick to the boutiques," Sophie held open the door for Natalia, "you can find almost anything."
The grifter was clad in a black silk button up shirt, jeans, and brown leather riding boots, accented by a matching bag and all topped off with a navy wool coat. Natalia had pulled on a Three-quarter sleeve black suede blazer over her t-shirt and her black heels with skinny jeans. She had forgone a purse, finding the black pea coat she was wearing to be cumbersome enough. She could feel the slightest buzz rising in her blood as she surveyed the chic shop. She so rarely had a chance to go shopping that she almost forgot how much she loved it.
This boutique in particular sold shoes and lingerie, arguably two of a woman's most favorite things to shop for.
"I wanted something really, just," Sophie ran her long fingers through her dark hair, "sexy. Not for anyone in particular, just for me. You know? That is absolutely gorgeous," she pointed to the shoe Natalia had just picked up.
It was made from nude-toned Yves St Laurent suede with a four inch heel that could take an eye out. That could come in handy, she thought. She had very specific taste in shoes and this fit everything on her list. "I don't think I can pass these up," she ran her fingers over the velvety suede before taking a look at the price tag. Eight hundred dollars. Nice. 'Very specific taste in shoes' also translated to 'very expensive taste in shoes.' But she had a dangerous profession and danger pays well, particularly when you're very, very good at what you do. Eight hundred dollars wouldn't even put a dent in her shopping budget. She never even went shopping anyway. "Do you have these in an eight and a half?" Natalia asked the clerk.
"You should buy something sexy to wear for Eliot," Sophie remarked as she examined a jeweled sandal. Natalia looked up at her with mildly stunned eyes. "Oh come on, you're two ridiculously good looking people in love. Knowing Eliot the way I do, I'd be concerned if you two weren't going at it at every opportunity." The assassin hid a smile as a soft flush colored her cheeks. She hadn't expected something so brazen out of Sophie of all people.
The clerk returned with Natalia' shoes just before she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Speak of the devil. It was a text message from Eliot.
Where did you guys end up?
Lingerie store. She tapped the response out on the touch screen of her phone before slipping her feet into the pumps. Sure, they sold shoes too, but that wouldn't tease him quite the way she had in mind.
You're shitting me.
Nope. Natalia stood up and strutted over to the mirror. Oh yes, these were keepers.
Buy something sexy.
So that you can rip it off me five minutes after I get it on? She packed the shoes back into their box before tucking it under her arm. She saw that Sophie had moved to the back of the store to look at stockings.
Sounds about right.
You going to shove me into the wall again like last night? The assassin flipped through a rack of corsets before stopping at a black satin number with lace insets. That's not bad, she thought.
No I was thinking of bending you over the arm of the couch.
Ooohh…now are you ripping this lingerie off before or after I suck your dick and you beg me to let you come? A subtle smirk crossed her features, imagining what the hitter's face would look like when he opened that message. She decided to buy the corset on the justification that it would go with the garter belt and lace boy shorts she already had. Plus it was classy enough to wear under a blazer. She could wear it tonight with the stockings she had thrown in her bag at the last minute. The kind with the seam in the back that Eliot had a particular fondness for. God, it felt good to go shopping again, she thought as her phone buzzed again.
After. I need some time to take it all in.
Got it. Sophie returned with an arm-full of various pieces of silk, satin, and lace.
Now grab something and hurry up. I'm hard as fuck over here.
Yes, sir. She smiled and with a swipe of plastic they were headed to the next store.