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: Lemons, as promised. Enjoy!

An unusual heatwave was sweeping through Boston. The heat itself wasn't all that unusual since September was usually warm, one last huzzah before the cooler weather hit, but the sunny days that it brought with it were a bit out of the ordinary.

All the windows were open in Eliot's apartment and Tabitha was hard at work on the Monet forgery. Eliot returned from the store with an armload of groceries to a familiar sight. Various painting equipment was spread out everywhere and Tabitha sat hunched over in front of a canvas making calculated, painstaking strokes. The sleeves of her cotton shirt were rolled up to the elbow and her hair was barely contained in a messy bun that was threatening to fall apart at any second. Some had already escaped and hung around her face.

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"What is this? It smells really good." Eliot picked up the jar and sniffed it.

Tabitha realized what he was doing just as he was about to taste it. "Wait, Eliot, don't drink that! It's my ink."

Eliot raised an eyebrow. "Smells like berries."

"It is," Tabitha explained. "Berries, salt, and vinegar is what they used for colonial ink."

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"How's it going?" Eliot asked as he dropped his keys and took the groceries into the kitchen.

"Ugh," Tabitha groaned. "I think I have a crick in my neck."

Eliot opened the refrigerator and began putting away the fresh greens. "How about a sparring match?" The hitter suggested.

"Anything to loosen up these muscles." Tabitha put down her brush and rubbed her neck as she stood up.

In the building's basement was Eliot's private gym. One of his aliases owned the building and none of his neighbors were interested in working out so Eliot took the opportunity to create his own space.

When Tabitha padded into the gym, Eliot was already there and going through a series of warm up stretches. His hair was pulled back in a high ponytail to keep it out of his face, and off of his neck, as well. A dark wife-beater tank showed off the muscular physique of his upper body and her eyes traveled downward to the dark sweatpants and his perfect ass. Tabitha had to shake herself out of her thoughts when he stretched his arms above his head and his toned muscles rippled beneath his tanned skin..

Eliot tossed a glance at her as she began her own warmup stretches and the look on his face told her that he knew exactly the effect he was having on her.

After a few minutes, they were on the large mat covering part of the floor, facing each other. Eliot made the first move and the dance began. He obviously outweighed her and he was considerably stronger but she was fast and agile, something she used to her advantage.

Circle. Step. Duck. Parry.

As the dance wore on pieces of Eliot's hair escaped from the ponytail and curled into ringlets from the sweat. Both of them were damp with sweat and their breath was coming a little harder.

They'd been at it close to twenty minutes when Tabitha decided to go for a roundhouse. Had it been a real fight she would have been aiming for a kidney or his ribs but instead she only intended to take his legs out from under him. With lightening fast reflexes Eliot somehow managed to catch her leg and use her momentum against her in a move that brought the two of them crashing down on the mat.

Eliot landed half on top of Tabitha, knocking the wind out of her lungs. He immediately moved to fully straddle her, pinning her with his weight. He didn't waste any time and leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss.

She snaked a hand down between them to cup him through the fabric of his sweatpants. "No underwear," she breathed and Eliot grinned wolfishly. He grunted and moved against her hand, craving the friction it created.

He had mistakenly left her hands unpinned and she used the opportunity to reverse their positions, a move he'd taught her that could get her out of a lot of scrapes. She teased his mouth with hers, using her teeth to make a point. Eliot brushed his hands over her thighs and she moved to tug on the hem of his undershirt. He sat up to let her pull it over his head. She ran her fingertips over his bare chest and he leaned in to kiss her again, his hands traveling up her spine to her sports bra. The undergarment was quickly discarded.

In a single movement she yanked off his sweatpants. Unhindered by clothing, his cock jutted proudly. She reached for him then, her hands caressing the length of his shaft. She bent down and ran her tongue his underside, eliciting a grunt from the hitter. Eliot closed his eyes, trying to keep it together as her warm mouth moved over him.

He growled when she stopped abruptly; his cock was beginning to ache.

Tabitha sat back to remove her last two remaining pieces of clothing. She kept her eyes locked on Eliot's, which were now open and watching her intently. His gaze was smoldering as he raked his eyes over her body, a smirk tugging at his lips. The heat of a thousand fires, focused on her alone. She shivered and moved back to her position of straddling the hitter.

Eliot sighed in pleasure as she slowly eased down on his aching cock. His hands gripped her hips, holding her flush against himself for several seconds before turning her loose. Her hands rested on his chest as she rode him, her full breasts bouncing above him. Eliot let her set the pace, matching her easily as their hips moved together. After a while she moved her hands down to brace them on either side of his head, her breasts now directly in his face. He took one in his mouth and suckled hard, slanting his eyes up to her face as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip while she fought to maintain the rhythm.

"Oh, God..." Tabitha moaned. "Eliot...let 'er buck."

A "yes, ma'am," slipped from his lips, making her smile as he obliged her wish, ramming his hips to meet hers and pounding into her with his most powerful thrusts.

Tabitha returned her hands to the hitter's sweat-dampened chest to steady herself against his movements. She arched her back as the beginnings of her orgasm claimed her and Eliot had just enough brain function left to cover her mouth with his hand and silence the scream building in the back of her throat.

"Come for me, Eliot," she breathed when he withdrew his hand.

Eliot sat up and tugged her hair back to expose the soft skin of her neck. He nipped and kissed her throat, paying special attention to her pulse point. She moaned and he pulled her tightly into his lap as he sheathed himself in her heat once more. Release washed over him and he bit down on her shoulder to silence his own shout as he exploded inside of her.

"That's exactly what I needed." Tabitha murmured, pulling away from a long, languid kiss.

"Any time, babe, it's what I do." Eliot said with something between a smirk and a smile. "And don't forget there's a nice long shower waiting for you upstairs."

"Eliot," Tabitha laughed. "You are terrible."

Eliot never loved the sound of his name more than when it was on the lips of a beautiful woman. Especially when it happened to be the woman holding his heart.

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Eliot relished the feeling of the shower's hot water pelting down on his back. Tabitha reached around him to grab the shampoo. She squeezed some into her hand and began lathering his hair for him, her fingers messaging his scalp and working his hair in a pleasurable manner. Eliot tipped his head back under the spray to rinse out the suds.

Next Tabitha began washing Eliot's back. She took her time, admiring his broad shoulders and the toned muscles of his back. The hitter growled playfully when she squeezed his ass.

"My turn." He said after she'd applied conditioner to his saturated locks. His low, seductive voice sent a shiver racing up her spine.

Eliot returned the favor with pleasure. He took some shampoo in his hands and moved behind Tabitha to work it into her hair. Her hair shampooed and conditioned, it was time for his favorite part. He lovingly soaped up her body, taking his time and running his hands over her soapy curves. After the suds had been rinsed away Eliot pulled Tabitha to him and pressed himself against her back, laying kisses on her shoulders and neck. He twined the fingers of his left hand with hers and pressed them against the shower's tinted glass while his right rested against her lower abdomen.

Every moan that escaped her lips as he sucked on her earlobe and teased the sensitive skin of her neck went straight to his arousal. Eliot pulled back slightly and dipped his head to kiss the magic spot just above the point of her left shoulder blade. Simply touching or kissing the spot instantly turned her on and made her knees go weak. He turned her around and pulled her under the spray with him. Their lips met again and continued the sensual dance.

Eliot let his hands move from her jaw down to cup her breasts. Small rivulets of water ran off her shoulders before plunging into her cleavage. Stunning. Eliot swallowed and forced himself to step back, and held out his arms. Tabitha instantly read his invitation and jumped into his arms, and he immediately took her up against the cool tile.

Steam curled around them as Tabitha wound her hips in slow circles against the hitter. His skin was slick and wet beneath her touch, which turned her on even more. Lust burned in his eyes as he pulled her into a demanding kiss. His stubble tickled her skin, sending a thrill through her nerve endings. Just when she thought she couldn't wait any longer, Eliot guided himself into her. Tabitha let her head fall back against the tile in pleasure as their bodies moved together. His strong hands gripped her ass as he moved between her legs. Hands that could so easily kill were surprisingly gentle.

Eliot felt her muscles begin to tighten and knew she was close. His mind barely registered the tiny pinpricks of pain from her nails digging into his skin.

"God, Eliot...oh fuck...Ohhh."

"Come for me." He managed to rasp out, his accent thickening, as he pounded into her heat.

His rhythm began to fall apart as the contractions of her orgasm massaged his cock. Eliot didn't want the wonderful feeling to end but he couldn't hold on any longer. He let himself go, calling her name in a roaring growl from deep within his throat.

Tabitha relaxed in his arms and he indulged her with an open-mouthed kiss.

"Now that's the kind of shower I could get used to." She mused with a devilish grin.

Eliot threw his head back and laughed.

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Tabitha stretched as she took another break from the Monet. Dusk was beginning to fall and light breeze floating through the open windows offered a reprieve from the day's heat. She surveyed her work as she twisted her neck in attempt to loosen the cramped muscles. The forged masterpiece was coming along nicely, nearly three-quarters done, she knew she would finish well within her deadline.

She turned and glanced at Eliot. The hitter was relaxing on the couch with a copy of Sun Tzu's The Art of War in his hands. Feeling her eyes on him, he glanced at her over the rim of his reading glasses. She had a serious thing for him in glasses.

Tabitha padded over to the couch and crawled across the cushions to the hitter. He closed the book and started to remove his glasses.

"No, leave them."

Eliot smirked as she moved into his lap.

"Are you going for the sexy librarian look?" She whispered, leaning into brush her lips over his.

"You think I could pull it off?" Eliot asked between kisses.

"No, everyone would be looking at you, not the books."

"Well, in that case..." Eliot took the glasses and pushed them into his hair. He knew that she also loved it when he wore them that way.

Tabitha took his face in her hands. "I just want to be near you." She murmured, kissing him. His touch was like an addictive drug that she never wanted to quit.

Eliot leaned back and pulled her more fully into his lap. They were making out like teenagers when her cell phone happened to buzz on the coffee table.

She reluctantly extricated herself from Eliot's arms and checked the display:

Steve Carlson.

"It's Steve, I should take this."

Eliot groaned at the loss of body contact. He watched Tabitha press the phone to her ear before getting up and making his way to the kitchen to start the evening meal. He half listened as he worked, surmising from her end of the conversation that both of her band mates were feeling better, and due to the severity, a doctor advised that they take it easy their vocal cords.