Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and places belong to the show's awesome creators John Rogers and Chris Downey, I am only having some fun with them. I do not own Leverage and am not affiliated with the show other than being an obsessed, ahem, devoted fan. That concludes our regularly scheduled disclaimer, so make yourself comfortable and join the fun!

Author's Note: Special thanks to Tria Kane. Let the lemons commence!

Eliot was waiting for Tabitha when she returned later that afternoon. As soon as the door swung open, Eliot was pulling her into his arms and kissing her hungrily, using his foot to kick the door closed with a satisfying thump. The large shopping bag and the apartment key in her hand fell to the floor as she snaked her arms around his neck. He responded by backing her against the door without so much as breaking contact with her mouth. She gasped into his mouth as her back collided with the door's hard wood and he used his weight to pin her against it.

Time seemed to slow almost to a standstill for a moment as their gazes locked.

Eliot brought his hands up to her jaw to cup her face. The first kiss was gentle before the passionate urgency returned. He groaned when Tabitha ran her tongue over his bottom lip and then slipped it inside his mouth. She let her hands wander from his hair over his broad shoulders and down his muscular back before coming to rest near his belt buckle.

"Off." Eliot murmured against her lips and she allowed him to pull off and discard her blouse.

Tabitha's lust-fogged brain briefly registered the fact that forest green was a good color on Eliot before she ripped the shirt off of him. Finally, bare skin. She lovingly trailed her fingers over his biceps, leaning in to nip his shoulder.

Eliot ran his hands over her lace-clad breasts and she moaned, arching into him.

"Eliot..."

A fresh wave of lust rushed through his veins at the sound of his name.

"Not so fast." Eliot growled and pushed Tabitha's hands away when she once again reached for his buckle.

He turned her around to face the door and pressed his full weight against her body. He briefly pinned her hands above her head knowing that she would leave them there without him having to command it.

The heat of his skin was warm against her back as he nipped and kissed her exposed neck and shoulders. His light stubble sent shivers racing up and down her back and straight to her core. His hands caressed and massaged her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. They traveled down to her waist and Eliot swiftly unzipped her jeans and pulled them down for her to step out of.

He used his knee to spread her legs and tugged aside her panties to slip his fingers into her heat. Less than than thirty seconds later she was riding out the first wave of intense pleasure as he took up stroking her with his thumb.

Eliot withdrew his touch to free himself from his jeans. He teased her with his tip, smirking slightly at her tortured whimper, then turned her to around to face him.

"Fuck me, Eliot." Tabitha whispered in husky voice that went straight to his cock.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with the classics but Eliot had a soft spot for a woman that was flexible. His right hand pressing against the small of her back, holding her to him, Eliot hooked his left behind her knee and brought it up to his waist.

Tabitha tipped her head back as he slid into her, exposing her throat to his kisses.

Soon she was moaning and whimpering his name, desperate for release. Eliot grunted as he stroked into her once, twice, then bit down on her shoulder as he came at the same time she cried out his name.

"What's in the bag?" Eliot asked as their breathing returned to normal.

"Something for later..."

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Later that evening Tabitha and Eliot were in the kitchen preparing the evening's meal together. The apartment smelled amazing.

Eliot minced the small handful of garlic cloves and chopped the green onions while Tabitha sliced the mushrooms. He checked the butter melting in the skillet and added a dab of bacon grease to liven it up a little before adding the mushrooms, garlic, and onion. A quick stir made sure everything was thoroughly covered with the butter.

The pair of rib-eyes in the other pan were frying nicely. Eliot gave the mushrooms another stir before turning to look for his bottle of Burgundy. He poured in a rough cup of the rich red-brown liquid, once again stirring to loosen the little bits on the bottom of the pan that would add to the flavor.

Eliot leaned against the opposite counter and drank from his beer while he waited for the wine to reduce. He loved cooking. It never failed to relax him, whether he was cooking something for himself or a large meal for the team. Tabitha had finished finely chopping the parsley that would be added to the mushroom sauce later and started putting together the salad that accompanied the dish. Eliot's large wooden salad bowl filled, she turned to the dressing.

Eliot felt something twinge in his heart as he watched her whip up a simple but delicious vinaigrette. Watching her work in his kitchen, completely comfortable in the space, not only turned him on but made him feel at ease. He definitely wouldn't mind making a habit of this, he realized as he took another sip of beer.

Several minutes had passed so Eliot turned his attention back to the steak and flipped it over to finish cooking. The wine with the mushrooms had reduced nicely and Eliot cut the rest of butter into the sauce, dropped in the parsley and gave it another stir.

"This all smells so good." Tabitha came to stand beside him and he leaned in for a soft kiss. Or two, or three.

"Just wait until you taste it."

Eliot plated their steaks, generously spooning the mushroom sauce over the juicy meat.

"Mmmm. Oh my god." Tabitha moaned, tasting the delicious steak and Eliot's eyes instantly darkened.

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Eliot looked up from his book when he heard the distinctive sound of high heels clicking on wood.

Tabitha stood before him in a long wool coat, her hair loose and cascading down her back.

"Going somewhere?"

A devilish grin on her face, she shrugged off the coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing a crimson and black satin corset that wrapped tightly around her curves and accentuated them, lacy thong, thigh-high stockings, and black strappy platform Louboutins. "Oops."

The corset had a wonderful push up affect and Eliot swallowed as he took in the sight before him, instantly aroused.

Tabitha bent down to pick up the coat, slowly, making sure he got a good look at her backside in the air. She straightened up just as slowly, her gaze seductive and daring him to touch her.

Eliot's stare was predatory and searing as he stalked across the room and took her face in his hands, tipping her mouth to his. Before she could wrap a leg around his thigh and use it as leverage – one of her favorite tricks – he lifted her up and started towards the bedroom.

He laid her down and paused to remove his shirt, admiring the sight of her in his bed. A stunning feast laid out for him alone. He licked his lips and joined Tabitha on the bed, crawling up to meet her and pressing his his body against hers.

Their mouths met again, tongues briefly dueling for dominance. Eliot attacked her neck, nipping and sucking, his tongue ghosting over her carotid.

Tabitha knotted her fingers in his soft hair. When his lips brushed against her shoulder and over her clavicle, she raked her nails across his back and gripped his shoulders. The hitter growled slightly and she smiled.

Eliot moved lower, dipping his tongue into her cleavage before brushing his hands over the satin panels that stood between him and her soft skin. He wanted it gone. Moving still lower, his fingertips teased her inner thigh before continuing downward, which prompted a whimper. He sat back on his haunches and took her foot in his hands, his fingers working the buckles on each heel, easing them off before dropping them to the floor.

There was something incredibly erotic about watching a woman undress but undressing each other was also part of the fun to Eliot. He leaned down and began to slowly remove her stockings. Once they were off, he worked his way back up her leg, nuzzling and kissing.

Tabitha sat up and he kissed her before reaching for the corset's hooks.

"Ah, ah, ah." She pushed his hands away. "I have a surprise for you."

Tabitha pulled two silk scarves from under the pillow and held them up. She had noticed earlier that the headboard offered no place to attach handcuffs that would hold Eliot without being extremely uncomfortable for him. Whether that was intentional or subconscious, she had no idea. Time to get creative...

"Haven't done that in a while."

"C'mere," she whispered, wrapping the silk around his wrists.

Eliot shifted around so he lying back against the pillow and allowed her to secure the scarves to the headboard.

Tabitha sat back to admire her work. The muscles in his chest were even more pronounced with his arms raised above his head; stunning. His eyes were on her, watching her every move, and she could feel the heat of his gaze.

She kneeled then, straddling his waist and leaned down to kiss him. She combed her fingers through his hair as their lips moved together. Eliot tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled away and began working on his jawline and neck, trailing hot kisses over his skin. Tabitha smiled in the dim light when he grunted in response to her tongue playing with little silver hoop in his ear.

Tabitha ran her hands over Eliot's sculpted chest, planting kisses as she went. She paused above his jeans before reaching down and messaging his arousal through the denim. He groaned and she rewarded him by swiftly undoing his belt and pulling the jeans off. She pushed his briefs down and kissed the curve of his hip, eliciting a growl.

Finally she took him in her hands, caressing and stroking his length. Eliot moaned when she leaned down and ran her tongue along the underside of his tip. She licked him again and he shuddered, tugging at his restraints, desperate to touch her and have her take him in her mouth. He could have easily freed himself from the bounds if he truly wanted to but he was content to let her take control this time. He'd been trained to withstand torture for hours, even days, but that felt like nothing compared to the sweet torture currently being inflicted on him.

She continued to fondle him and he slammed his head back into the pillow; he was getting frustrated.

After what seemed like a long time she finally took his cock into her mouth. His breathing soon became harsh and labored as her mouth massaged him and he tried to keep from losing it.

"Fuck, Tabby..." He wasn't going to last much longer if she kept this up. She immediately ceased her ministrations and he almost wished he hadn't stopped her.

She moved up to kiss him briefly and then began untying his hands. The scarves undone, she whispered in his ear, "Eliot, make love to me."

Eliot didn't need telling twice. He sat up, his fingers deftly working the corset's hooks. It was off and on the floor in a matter of seconds. Eliot cupped the perfect globes of her breasts in his weathered hands, running his thumbs over the hardened nipples before running his tongue over them. His hands moved lower and ripped off the tiny scrap of fabric that was her panties. He ruthlessly drove two fingers into her soaking wet heat until she came hard and fast several seconds later. His tongue took over then, licking and dancing over her clit until she was writhing beneath his touch and whimpering his name as she came again.

"Eliot..." Tabitha panted. "Now... Please."

Eliot brought her legs around his waist and laid her on her back. He held her gaze as he pushed into her slowly, his hair falling in face as he braced above her. He paused, relishing how tight she was. His pace was slow and steadily building, drawing out their pleasure for as long as possible.

Her lips swollen and parted, Tabitha let her eyes fall closed as Eliot filled her again and again. She didn't think there was anything closer to heaven than this and something shifted inside her, clicking into place. Tabitha knew her life would never be normal by most people's standards and this, what she had with Eliot, was probably as close to that kind of life as she was ever going to get. Eliot was the only that came close to truly knowing her. With her previous boyfriends she always held something of herself back but with Eliot she didn't feel like she needed to. Then again, he wasn't just any boyfriend, he was a lover and a best friend. It wasn't just his rugged good looks and the amazing sex that kept her coming back for more; there was understanding in his piercing blue eyes.

Eliot watched Tabitha beneath him, her face the perfect picture of ecstasy. She knew him a lot better than most women ever did, especially the ones he slept with. She was more than just a good lay, she was a friend.

He could feel himself nearing the edge as he increased his pace still more. Tabitha matched his every thrust, and judging by her moans and whimpers, it wouldn't be long. He leaned down, tangling his fingers in her dark waves and kissed her deeply as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Tabitha screamed his name and he thrust into her several more times before his own orgasm claimed him. As the last aftershocks subside, he started to pull out but her fingers on his bicep as she whispered, "no, stay," stop him. He noticed a tear slipping from a gold-flecked blue eye and gently kissed it away.

Tabitha tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "I love you."

Without saying a word Eliot leaned down and kissed her deeply and passionately, pouring his heart and soul into the kiss. "I love you, too." He said, his voice was low and rough with emotion.

Author's Note: I meant to have this up Sunday night but got busy and didn't get a chance to post it - hope you enjoyed! Chapter three is in the works...