Chapter 37

I promised you smut, now you're gonna get it. =D

I still don't own Leverage…damn it.

3 Days people!

Over the next few days, Eliot discovered that each family member had a price for their forgiveness, which he was more than happy to pay. He had been a complete ass to the people that were trying their hardest to help him, and he would do whatever was needed to make it up to them.

Anne's had been relatively easy. According to Sarah there was a new luxury day spa in Boston that she had been wanting to try. Eliot had immediately scheduled her for a full day treatment. Needless to say she was ecstatic, and if the bear hug she encased him in was an indicator, forgiven as well. Cam and Lily had simply told him that he was to be their slave for a week, which he readily agreed to, but became nervous upon seeing the impish smiles on both their faces.

As for Sarah, he had gone to Sophie and Gabe for ideas, and with Hardison's help, had managed to set it up in a mere three days. He didn't think he would enjoy one of the things he had planned, but as he sat there on the couch with Gabe and Chris, waiting for her to finish getting ready, he knew he would suck it up and deal, deciding this night was all about her.

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Sarah placed the diamond studs in her ears, fastened the locket Cam had given her years ago around her neck, and took one last look in the mirror. Her hair hung in loose, messy curls around her shoulders, giving her a relaxed, tousled look. A peach gloss and blush gave her face color, but didn't distract from the emphasis she had given her eyes. The earthy, smoky look she had labored meticulously over, gave them the appearance of liquid honey. Smiling, she reached in her jewelry box for a few items, grabbed her clutch and headed downstairs, but ran into Cam and Lily in the hallway.

"Mama, you look like a princess," Lily exclaimed with a wide grin.

"Wow mom, you look great. Way to torture dad," Cam smiled.

"I'm not…" at Cam's raised eyebrows, a smile tilted her lips. "You're right…thanks," she told him.

"Ma'am," Cam said cheekily, offering his arm, causing her to grin. And with her hand in the crook of her son's elbow, and Lily holding her other, they headed downstairs.

When they reached the living room, Lily rushed forward to help Gabe, who was setting up a monopoly board, as Cam released her arm and walked over to Eliot.

"Have fun tonight dad," the teen said with a smirk, patting his shoulder once, before sitting on the couch next to Chris.

Eliot couldn't respond. All he could do was stare at the vision that was his wife, causing Gabe to chuckle.

"Damn girl, if I didn't love my Gabe so much, I'd give Eliot here a run for his money," Chris commented in amusement, looking Sarah over with an appreciative gaze.

Lily tilted her head to the side and looked at him with a confused expression. "I thought you liked boys?"

"My guy likes girls as well," Gabe answered. "But I got to him first," he finished with a smile.

"Oh…okay," she replied, then turned back to setting up the board.

"You wouldn't have a chance pretty boy," Eliot told Chris with a dark expression.

"You're calling me a pretty boy?" Chris asked in disbelief. "Look at your hair," he retorted playfully.

"He's right Chris. You're very handsome. But you're not my El," Sarah added with a smile as she walked forward, taking in Eliot's attire.

Her husband had taken his normal approach to dressing up without even realizing it most likely. Black slacks, a dark blue dress shirt with the cuff folded up and top buttons undone, and his newer pair of boots. He wore his hair down and sported two small braids with turquoise beads on the underside of both ears.

Eliot was busy raking his gaze up and down her form. She wore a silk, scarf dress in splashes of green, turquoise and black, sporting a deep v neck and empire waist that flowed like water over her curves and ended in a flutter of jagged layers around her knees. The strappy, silver heels she wore showcased her legs to perfection. When she turned around, he sucked in a breath as he discovered that it was backless almost to her ass, with the exception of the shoulder straps and two strings under her bust that tied in the back.

"I'm guessin' you like it?" she asked with a smile when she finished turning for him.

He walked up to her and she had to suck in a breath as his eyes darkened with lust. "You look fuckin' stunning sweetheart."

"You're lookin' pretty good yourself. But I noticed you're missin' a couple of things."

He looked at her questioningly as she fiddled with something in her hands, and then reached behind his neck to fasten the necklace. He looked down to find a resin bear claw and silver feather pendant with silver and turquoise beads surrounding it, hanging from the silver chain.

"I made this for you, just finished it this morning. I was gonna wait for your birthday in a couple of weeks, but I want you to have it now."

"You made this for me," he stated softly, having it confirmed by her nod and smile. "What's the other thing?" She suddenly looked unsure as she held out her hand and opened it to reveal a man's wedding band and a women's wedding set.

"Whenever you were on a job, I'd wear them on a chain around my neck. I haven't worn mine since you turned yourself over to Zaria," she explained softly. "I wasn't sure when the right time to give yours back to you was gonna be."

"How about now," he suggested seriously, holding out his hand, causing her to sigh in relief as she placed the band on his finger. When she finished, he held out his hand, and she smiled as she handed them over, realizing what he wanted.

Never taking his eyes off hers, he placed both rings on her finger as her eyes shone with unshed tears, then brought her hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

"I know pronounce you hot wife and sexy hubby….still," Gabe stated jokingly. "Now get going or you're going to miss your ride."

"You're sure you're okay stayin' here with the kids?" Sarah asked.

"Yes, now go, we'll be fine," Chris assured her. "We'll see you tomorrow night."

"Okay. Come give me hugs," she called out to her kids, who eagerly came over to do just that, before giving the same treatment to Eliot.

After they made their goodbyes, Eliot picked up their overnight bags and headed out the door.

"You gonna tell me where we're goin'?"

"Now why would I do that? It's more fun for me if it's a surprise," he replied with a smirk.

"You're more like your old self every day," she huffed as she leaned back in the seat of his truck.

An hour later, her curiosity increased as he pulled into a private parking garage at a small airfield. Infuriating her further, he didn't speak a word as he got out, opened her door, and then retrieved their bags before taking her hand and leading her to a jet that was waiting on the runway.

A pretty attendant met them as they entered and took their bags. "Hello Mr. Spencer. We'll leave as soon as you and your wife are buckled in," she told him with a smile, before leaving to store their luggage.

"We're flyin' somewhere?" she asked, trying to get him to tell her something.

"Obviously," he replied in amusement, adding to her irritation.

"I don't like surprises," she scowled.

"I remember," he replied with a smirk.

Fifteen minutes later, the jet was in the air and they were told they could unbuckle their seatbelts. Deciding to employ new interrogation methods, she moved over to sit on his lap and put on a look that Sophie had taught her that worked every time. "Won't you give me just a little hint," she murmured softly, running her hand through his hair lightly.

He chuckled and leveled her with an amused expression. "Not…gonna…work."

"Damn it," she hissed, as she got up and went back to her seat.

"Mr. Spencer?" Sarah looked over to see the same attendant from earlier. "It's ready when you are," she told him, before exiting the same way she came in, with an obvious sway to her hips.

"What's ready?" Sarah asked, brushing it off.

Eliot got up and held out his hand. "Follow me and you'll find out."

Sarah smelled it before she saw it, but when she did, her eyes widened and a small gasp caught in her throat.

"I take it you like it then?" he asked knowingly, leading her to the table and pulling out a chair for her.

A white tablecloth had been spread over the small café table, and soft light emitted from the candles sitting inside three glass holders of varying height. The wonderful smell came from the bowls of gumbo and plates of crawfish etouffee that sat on the table waiting.

"Oh El, this is…I don't know what to say," she said softly.

"Well then don't. Just eat," he told her sitting down.

The attendant came out and poured them glasses of what she discovered was sweet tea, then turned to Eliot. "We'll reach our destination in an hour and ten minutes. Enjoy the meal and if there's anything I can get for you, just let me know," she finished, flashing him a look that told Sarah she meant 'anything'."

Sarah shook her head as she walked away and took a bite of food.

"Oh…my…god," she moaned, as she chewed. When she looked up, she saw Eliot staring at her with a dark expression. "What?

"If I'd known you'd make sounds like that, I would've fed you Cajun a lot sooner," he told her, earning a smile in response.

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Eliot barely had time to grab their bags as Sarah captured his hand and all but dragged them to the exit in her eagerness to learn where they were. The attendant, who was now just embarrassing herself in Sarah's opinion, actually tried to slip Eliot her number on a piece of paper. She quickly plucked it from his hand and leveled her with a glare. "Really? Sweetie please," she snorted, then placed the paper back in her hand, before pulling Eliot down the steps.

Ignoring the car that was waiting for them, she smiled as she took in the view of the city she could see and turned to him. "You brought me to New York on a date?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Figured if I was gonna apologize for bein' an ass, I outta do it right," he replied, placing his hand on her lower back and leading her to the waiting vehicle.

She shivered from the pleasant tingle that traveled through her from the touch of his hand on her skin, wishing suddenly that they were alone and near a bed at that moment.

The car pulled up in front of The Carlyle hotel twenty minutes later, and after giving the driver a tip, assisted Sarah out as a bellhop rushed forward to retrieve their bags. After checking in and retrieving their key, the young man, who kept raking his eyes up and down Sarah's body, led them to the elevators. Eliot pulled her closer into his side as they traveled up 33 floors before stopping.

The room simply took her breath away. Dark hardwood floors gleamed throughout the main living area, save a large, luxurious looking cream carpet in the center. Beautiful antiques were placed strategically around the room and rare prints adorned the walls. Rich fabrics in hues of cream, burnt orange and browns gave the room a warm feeling that put her immediately at ease.

After giving the bellhop a small tip and his signature glare, Eliot turned to see that she had stepped out onto the terrace, and was taking advantage of the beautiful views of the skyline and central park that was offered.

He stepped out to join her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You're so damn beautiful," he whispered, as his lips ghosted over her shoulder and the nape of her neck.

"Hmmm, that feels good," she murmured in reply, leaning back into his embrace.

"As much as I want to continue this, we still have somewhere to go," he told her, reluctantly pulling away. "Why don't you go freshen up, then we'll leave." At her almost inaudible groan, he pulled her close for one last kiss. "We will finish this later," he promised, kissing her on the nose last moment and getting a pleasantly surprised look from her in response. He didn't know why he had kissed her on the nose, but it had felt right.

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Needless to say Sarah had been completely surprised when they had pulled up in front of the Majestic Theater and realized he had brought her to New York to see The Phantom of the Opera. Even more so was her reaction when they were led to third row center orchestra seats.

"How did you know I wanted to see this?" she asked in obvious excitement as they sat down.

"Sophie. She told me you've tried to get me to go for years but never succeeded. Figured now was the best time since A, I can't remember if I like this sort of thing and B, I wanted my apology to be good," he admitted.

"I love it," she told him softly, leaning in to give him a loving kiss, making him wonder how long it would be before he could get her alone again.

Once the show began, her attention was focused solely on the stage. He had to admit that he spent more time watching her and her reactions than at the actors themselves. He smiled as he watched her occasionally mouth the songs along with the performers and gasp when something dramatic happened; even though he knew from Sophie that she knew the entire musical by heart.

When the chandelier dropped at the end of Act 1, it took all of the control over his reflexes he remembered, to keep from grabbing her and dropping down to the floor to protect her. The parts he did watch however were interesting, but he had decided early on that the phantom was obsessively controlling and that the girl, in his opinion was very naive. Before long, it was over, and the performers came out for their curtain call, and he stood with the others and applauded, secretly happy that it was over.

On the cab trip back to the hotel, he listened on happily as Sarah gushed about parts that she had loved and how wonderful it was to finally get to see it in person. He placed his hand on her lap, and enjoyed the feeling of joy that radiated off of her, not realizing that he had subconsciously started massaging her inner thigh; a fact that had not gone unnoticed by her, as she had stopped talking and had closed her eyes, obviously enjoying it.

The trip up the elevator was agonizingly slow in both their opinions, made even more so by the lazy circles he was drawing over her bare back as he held her close. They had barely opened the room door and his mouth was on hers, nibbling, sucking, and caressing. He used his foot to shut the door behind him as he moved them further into the room, her breathing hitching when his teeth grazed across her pulse point and his hand snaked beneath her skirt, tracing her outer thigh. "Tell me to stop," he whispered, before kissing the spot behind her ear.

"Why the hell...would I do that," she panted, losing herself in the sensations he was creating.

He turned her suddenly and pushed her against the wall, pinning her there. "Do you have any idea what this dress has done to me all night?" he asked in a rough voice as his hands kneaded the flesh around her hips.

"Why don't...you show me," she managed to reply breathily, as her eyes fluttered closed from the feel of his lips on her skin.

"Trust me...I plan to," he replied, his eyes dark with desire.

He lowered his lips to hers as his hands reached around her and began untying the thin spaghetti straps holding the dress up. Once undone, the dress glided over her skin and fell to the floor in a whisper of silk, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black, lace, hip hugging panties and her heels.

His mouth left hers and began traveling downward, across her jaw, down her neck, and over her collarbone, before latching on to a hardened nipple, eliciting a gasp from her lips as she buried her hands in his hair, holding him against her.

"God...El…that feels...so...oh..."

The need to feel his skin consumed her, and as he moved his attentions to her other breast, she worked frantically at unbuttoning his shirt, before pushing it from his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor as her hands explored his skin; the low rumbling coming from his chest telling her he was definitely appreciative of the attention.

He reached down and grabbed her leg under the knee, hitching it up around his waist, before trailing his fingers teasingly over her lace covered mound.

"El…please," she pleaded in a whimper.

"Patience sweetheart," he murmured against her neck, before he slid his hand down the waistband and into her already wet folds.

Her already heavy breathing intensified as she arched against his hand, eager for friction. But she was denied, as he teasingly circled her aching clit, exploring all but what she wanted him most to touch. And just as she thought the torture was too much, he leaned in, kissing her deeply, swallowing her cry of pleasure as he thrusted two fingers into her dripping sex and began moving his thumb over her sensitized clit as he began slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

He pumped his fingers fervently, eliciting low moans, pants, and silent gasps from her, and took satisfaction from the feeling of how wet she was around his fingers, knowing that he was the cause.

"ELIOT!" she screamed as the tight coil in her pelvis snapped and her first orgasm crashed over her.

As her knees began to buckle from the small shockwaves coursing through her, he removed his fingers and used both arms to pick her up by the backs of her thighs and walk them to the bedroom, laying her on the king sized bed. He briefly took a moment to remove first her shoes, then his, before returning to her, pressing her into the mattress as he lowered his mouth to explore her exposed skin.

"More," she panted, desperate for closer contact. She spread her legs, allowing him to settle between them, which in turn brought his hardness into contact with her already over sensitized core. The feel of him rubbing against her obviously wasn't enough as she began rocking against him trying to gain friction.

Moments later, he was surprised when he was suddenly flipped onto his back and looked down to see her making quick work of his jeans, before pulling them and his underwear off of him.

His eyes rolled back as her mouth enveloped him and began working up and down his length. He discovered rather quickly that his wife had no gag reflex as she took him in so far, he could feel the back of her throat wrapping around him. Her tongue swirled around him as he watched her head bob up and down over him, and without even realizing it, his hand worked into her hair as she drove him closer and closer to the building explosion.

"Sweetheart...if you don't...I'm gonna...oh God!" he growled out as he spilled in her mouth, the feeling intensifying as he realized she was swallowing it all, sucking up all he could release. "Damn...that was...I don't even know how to describe it. But you..."

"Not quittin' on me are you?" she teased with a sultry look.

Realizing that his dick was still hard and ready for her, he matched her expression. "Not hardly," he replied, before flipping them again.

He took her lips in a languidly, reverent kiss, before moving down her jaw, running the tip of his nose across the juncture of her neck to her collarbone, where he grazed his teeth lightly, earning a pleasured moan.

"Like that huh?" he murmured huskily as his lips continued their journey downward, through the valley of her breasts and over her navel. A gasp escaped her as his hands landed on her hips, grasping the waistband of her lace panties, and raising her hips so he could slide them over her hips, she moaned as he slipped them down her thighs and off her legs, before tossing them to the side. "You're so wet sweetheart...did I do that to you?" he asked knowingly.

"Oh...god...yes El…only you...please baby...I want..."

"What do you want beautiful?"

"You...always you," she replied, looking at him, her eyes full of need and love. Then before she could blink, he was on his elbows between her thighs, lifting her legs over his shoulders, leaning in to lick and suck greedily at her aching center.

A low moan escaped her as she began undulating her hips in time with his tongue's movements. "Feels...so good...oh...El…yeah, right...there..."

Her words spurred him on, his tongue flicking and swirling around her clit, occasionally taking it in his mouth and grazing his teeth over it. She moaned and bucked her hips against his mouth, desperate for release, as every lick and caress of his tongue drove her closer, causing her to writhe on the bed, fisting the sheets in her hands as he pushed her to the edge of reason.

He suddenly stopped and pulled away, causing her eyes to widen in desperation. "Please…don't stop...I need..." But before another word could escape her, Eliot thrust into her, ripping a scream from her throat as her climax exploded around her.

Coming down from her orgasm, she realized that he had set a slow, sensual pace, his hands and mouth caressing every inch of skin available. She pushed against him with her hips and grabbed at his back, pulling him flush against her, running her hands over as much of his sweat slicked skin that she could reach.

She moaned deep in her throat, relishing the feel of his dick moving in and out of her in long, slow strokes. She wanted him faster and harder, but he refused, forcing her to let him take his time. Her mind succumbed to the fire he slowly stoked within her with every driving motion, the delicious pressure rising with each lazy stroke, building the tension just a bit higher with each even thrust, edging her closer to the release she craved.

Every nerve ending was aflame with passion, their very cells humming with pleasure as he licked, kissed and nipped at her neck, continuing to move his cock languidly inside her, pumping in firm, even strokes, until once again, she felt an orgasm start to build.

He pulled back and wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips off the bed slightly, and shifted his hips the tiniest bit, allowing his pelvic bone to hit her clit with every thrust, massaging the sensitive nub ever closer to release. She began to thrash her head from side to side as his grinding sped up, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly as the pleasure took over any other thought.

"Darlin'," he groaned, dropping down onto his forearms and slowing down once again. "Shit...I can't...want...damn it Sarah...I want...fuck..." he couldn't even form the sentence, his need was so great. His mouth captured hers, demanding entrance with his tongue, as he continued to thrust into her and claim her with each forceful lunge of his hips. The only noise, their harsh breathing, which increased in time with the pace of their movements.

Growling, he reared back on his knees, plunging deeply into her again. "Yes...yes," she chanted in time with his ever increasing thrusts, the pressure within her building at the same tempo. "Don't...fuckin'...stop...please...El...I'm so...close," she panted, the coil inside her tightening, maddening her with the need to orgasm.

Grunting and growling, he pounded into her, pushing her closer and closer; his darkened expression, rippling muscles, sweat slickened skin and broad shoulders, driving her senses wild. Her only conscious thoughts centered on her singing need and the feel of him inside her.

And then he surprised her by sliding his hand under her thigh, hitching it up over his waist and holding it there as his thrusting became rougher, harder and more frantic. His other hand slid under to the nape of her neck, tangling into her sweat soaked curls, before pulling her to him and claiming her mouth in a searing kiss; his tongue plundering her mouth while he drilled into her, insistent and demanding, driving her ruthlessly to climax.

Stars shattered behind her eyelids as the tension snapped, her orgasm exploding around her in a shower of sensation and light. "Fuck," he growled, pulling away from her mouth as her walls clamped around him, drawing him deeper. "You're...so damn...tight...I'm gonna…"

She hardly realized he was calling out her name until her voice was drowned out by his own loud growl as he found his release. His body went rigid, thrusting against hers, while she grasped at him, fingers scrabbling for purchase against his sweaty skin. The throbbing and twitching of his cock inside her sent her over stimulated nerve endings wave after wave of pleasure that crashed over her in a multitude of cascading orgasms, as the tension he had built up released and pulsed through her body. A scream of abandon escaped her as her walls spasmed around him, draining him of everything he had to give, their bodies shuddering as aftershocks raced through them, leaving them trembling in absolute and utter bliss.

Sarah sagged back against the bed, Eliot collapsing on top of her, spent and sated, but too exhausted to move, fighting to catch their breaths as they floated through the afterglow.

After a few moments, she managed to lift her hand to run through his hair, alerting him of her need for air. He moved off of her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"I think…we should do that…more often," he chuckled, placing a kiss on her temple.

"I'm in full...agreement with you…on that one," she replied with a smile.

I worked for three days on the sex scene alone. I wrote it first, then the rest of the chapter around it.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need a really cold shower…lol.

I don't own the Phantom or the Carlyle hotel, I just borrowed them.

Hope it was worth the wait. =)

Jen