I am so so sorry it has taken me so long, was aiming to get this finished but essays and work have got in my way and I have had about 10 mins to myself since i started writing, the aim is to finish this story for next week. I am loving writing for these 2, never saw it until i saw a video of the 2 at con1 and Gina was saying how lucky she was to be next to Christian and I thought they are more fun as a couple than the others
And thank you for the feed back :-) it makes me so happy
Sophie was looking at Eliot studying him and really cross with herself that she was forgetting her grifter training, and cursing Nate for getting her involved with this crew, and annoyed that she was looking at his lips, and being more and more focused on them than anything else. She raised her hand to start stroking his face, her hand touching rough stubble, she moved closer to him, could smell his aftershave , breathing deeply to take in his smell, and catching herself she moved slightly away.
Eliot smirked, he was enjoying the effect he was having on the grifter, he could see her struggling. Although he was attracted to her, and wanted to revisit the time they spent together he had clear rules, work and fun shouldn't mix. He looked into her eyes licking his bottom lip slightly.
Suddenly the door to Hardison's loft opened, and they sprang apart, and holding their breath hid in the shadows watching Nate happily walk the other way to the stairs, with him out of sight Eliot closed the gap between the two of them, pressing her against the wall, she moved her face to his, almost touching, tasting his breath, popcorn and beer.
Sophie moved to sit next to Eliot half annoyed with his lack of reaction from the drink, mostly interested, men didn't turn her down, especially men like this one.
"It's polite to thank someone for a drink, when they take the effort to send you one" she said, standing directly in front of him, blocking his view of the band. This close to him, she could see his stunning blue eye. He barely glanced at her, amused how she was chasing him, and thinking how the evening just got more fun.
"Thanks" he half smiled raising the glass to his lips, then returning it to the counter and his attention to the band. She was interested, this wasn't how it was normally meant to go, and started to wonder if his working image was a cover, or if he just wasn't interested.
"The next step is to invite her to sit next to you" Sophie continued in hushed southern English tones
Eliot shrugged at her, and pointed to the stool next to him, "feel free, though you don't seem like the bar stool type" Clever thought Sophie, an insult that was also a compliment, though looking at him again there was no way he was a grifter. His look would never work on rich women, his hair too long, unshaven couldn't go into nice parties and blend in
"Don't judge a book by its cover" she replied slightly stand offish as she sat on the stool next to him, and turned to face the bar, getting the attention of the bar tender straight away, more like it she thought "dry white wine, large!" knowing there would be only 1 type of dry white wine on offer she didn't expand
"If you want a better choice you should go to the wine bar down the street," Eliot interjected, "think it would be more your place"
"You think you know everything about me" she replied
"As much as I need to know", he flashed her a seductive smile ,"So Mam? What has brought you to this bar tonight?"
"Elizabeth Bennet, but you can call me Lizzy, work has brought me to this town, and not being able to stand the hotel room any longer brought me here" the bar tender brought her drink, she smiled, and Eliot handed over some money for it, indicating that he should keep the change. "Thank you" she indicated to the drink
"You are welcome, Lizzy" and turned back to the band, enjoying making her work for his attention.