Sorry it took me so long to update, I've been thinking about changing up the POV but I haven't decided yet so here's this for now!
Again, I don't own Leverage.
"God damnit Eliot! We're just sparing for God's sake!" Morgan complained after getting up off the sparing mat for the third time.
"What's the point of practicin' if you aren't serious about it?" Eliot sneered.
"Hey I'm serious about it, I just don' think we need to kick the crap out of each other. But if you want me to take this seriously then I will." And with that she threw a quick succession of punches that caught Eliot squarely in the jaw and stomach.
Bent over trying to catch his breath Eliot let out a growl and looked up at Morgan with murder in his eyes.
"What is that noise?" Sophie asked the rest of the team that were sitting around in Nate's apartment.
"Well, Morgan and Eliot were sparing earlier but that can't be them, it sounds like someone is trying to tear down a wall with a battering ram." Parker said through a mouth of cereal.
"Hmmm, perhaps we should go check on them just in case." Sophie said and led Nate, Parker and Hardison up the stairs to the workout room and upon opening the door they were confronted by Morgan and Eliot, covered in sweat and blood, in the process of kicking the crap out of each other.
"What is going on here?" Sophie asked, scandalized.
"Hey, hey now break it up." Nate said, intervening when they made no move to stop destroying each other. "What's going on here?"
Morgan stepped away from Eliot, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth like it was nothing and answered, "Nothing, just a little sparing practice."
"Yeah no big deal." Eliot said with a huff and walked out of the room.
They both acted like nothing had happened even though they were both swollen and covered in bruises and blood.
Later that day…
"God Parker, I just don't understand how you can stand being around him!" Morgan exclaimed as she cleaned herself up in her bathroom after that little sparing match between her and Eliot. "How does any one stand being with him? He's just so…annoying or something."
"I dunno," Parker shrugged as she jumped up to sit on Morgan's bathroom counter. "I don't mind, I like Eliot."
"Why? How?" Morgan asked exasperated as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Well, I dunno, he's like nice and stuff." Parker said while gaining just the slightest hint of rouging to her cheeks.
"Like nice and stuff?" Morgan asked with a smirk as she finished washing the blood from her face and applying a few small bandages to the cuts on her cheeks and above her eyebrow. "You have a thing for him don't you Parker?"
"What? A thing for Eliot? No way, I've never even thought about it." She said just a little too quickly.
"Yeah whatever, you have more than just a little thing for him, you really freakin' like him, don't you. Come on, you can tell me, I don't care. Well, I'm mean, come on! Eliot? How can you like him?" Morgan asked teasingly, pushing Parker out of her bathroom into the living room.
"He's just so strong and HOT and nice and caring and protective and just awesome!" Parker said in a rush before she even knew what she was saying.
"Oops."
"Hah! I knew it! You are so into him!"
"Fine, I guess I am. Now go ahead and give me crap for it because you hate him." Parker huffed and threw herself onto Morgan's couch looking dejected.
Immediately Morgan felt guilty. "No, Parker, I'm not going to give you crap for liking Eliot. If you like him, then you like him. I'm mean, sure I can't stand him but that doesn't mean that you can't like him. So what are you going to do about it?"
"Do about it?"
"Yeah, how are you going to get him?"
"Oh no," Parker shook her head violently, making her ponytail whip across her face, "there's no way Eliot feels the same way about me. I mean you haven't seen the girls he dates, there is no way he's interested in me."
"Aw come on Parker, he'd have to be crazy to not be interested in you."