Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait, my word processor ate a chunk of the chapter, forcing me to do some rewriting. Any mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

Rome, 2006

Warehouses, abandoned or not, were notorious for merchandise drops and illegal business dealings. Almost to the point of becoming a cliché. So it was not a surprise that Eliot was slipping inside the shadowy interior of a recently abandoned warehouse in Rome to pick up a forged Rembrandt.

He frowned when he made out a dark silhouette waiting for him. She was early. He always made it a priority to be the first one to arrive, it cut down the possibility of things going south if someone decided to renegotiate their terms.

"Took you long enough," Eva greeted him, flicking on the lights and illuminating the building. The mostly empty floor scattered a few old, dusty shipping crates was a sharp contrast to the finely dressed woman before him, though it wasn't something he was unfamiliar with. He smirked.

"You're early." His eyes went to the package at her feet. "That the painting?"

"Exactly what you asked for."

"I'll need to see it first," he said, coming to a stop several feet in front of the forger.

She gave him a half annoyed, half knowing smirk.

"Let me buy you a drink," he said once the painting was safely in his hands and the money had been transferred into her account.

Her face was cool as she looked at him. "A drink?"

"Yes, a drink between professionals."

"Are you asking me out, Spencer?"

"That would depend on you."

"Throw in dinner and you have yourself a deal, Spencer."

"I can do that. I know a-"

She pulled out a small piece of paper and scribbled something on it before handing it to him. He glanced at it; it was an address.

"Meet me there at nine."

Dusk was beginning to fall as Eliot paused outside the restaurant, Piccolo Trifoglio, tucked away in an alley. It didn't look like all that much from the outside but he'd been around enough to know that little places like these usually had the best food. Smiling to himself, he pushed open the door.

Inside, the pub was full of people, but not overcrowded. Eliot almost stopped when he instantly recognized the lively music playing as Irish. The name on the sign outside did translate to "little shamrock," but in Italy?

Eliot threaded his way through the crowd, keeping a sharp eye out for Eva. He finally spotted her in a back booth. Her hair was down and she had on a dark gray top that exposed her right shoulder. She, too, was scanning the crowd and a heartbeat or two passed before her eyes landed on him, giving him a chance to observe her_ He felt drawn to the forger by something he couldn't quite name. It was more than fact that she was hot, and that their date would likely end with sex, it was something... else.

"You certainly know how to pick 'em," he commented as he slid into the seat across from her.

"I appreciate good food." She smiled at him, her eyes giving him the once over and apparently liking what they saw.

Eliot smirked. "So do I. What's this guy's story?"

"He's half Irish, half Italian, makes the best honey duck I know."

"Come on," she said over their third drink after the alcohol's warmth had spread a little, and grabbed his hand. "There's a dance floor in the back." This place is full of contradictions, Eliot mused as he followed her. The pub was proof that appearances could be deceiving; from the outside it looked much smaller than it actually was.

The floor wasn't all that big and it was mainly full of couples with the same idea, moving to the music in the dim light.

"Dance with me." The song playing had a moderate tempo and Eva swiveled her hips in time with the beat. Eliot bit back a groan. "It's fun!" Before he could protest, she grabbed both of his hands and put them on her hips. Eliot did know how to dance, he just wasn't always comfortable showing it off. The sexy, mysterious woman practically writhing under his hands quickly changed his mind. He couldn't help darting a glance around the floor as he began to move with her, it was habit to never completely let his guard down in a dark room with so many people.

The next song was considerably slower, and their bodies were now barely a breath apart. The scent of her citrus shampoo was strong in his nose, and he could feel her watching him. Her hip brushed his.

When he looked down at her, she was smiling. Before the thought even registered in his mind he was leaning in and she mirrored him. The first kiss was slow and soft. As soon as their lips met he instantly wanted more. Her arm came around his neck as she pressed against him and the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them.

He wanted her; she wanted him.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered in his ear when they broke apart.

L*E*V*E*R*A*G*E

L*E*V*E*R*A*G*E

Eva led him back to her condo. It briefly crossed her mind that letting an internationally known thief into her favorite apartment wasn't the best idea. The thought was quickly banished as Eliot kicked the door closed, his hand going to her jaw as he backed her against the nearest wall. Their lips met without hesitation. She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, tangling her fingers in his hair. It was even softer than it looked.

The man certainly knew how to kiss. She opened her mouth to him and moaned when his tongue expertly caressed hers.

Eliot pressed Eva more firmly against the wall. He could easily take her right where she stood. That thought alone kicked his arousal into high gear.

Stopping, he managed to growl, "Where?"

Her gaze was challenging, daring. "Here, anywhere."

Eliot returned it, smirking. "Alright then." He leaned in to kiss her again, his hands slipping down to the hem of her top. Her hands were still in his hair and she obediently raised them as he lifted the garment. More kisses as the snaps on his shirt popped easily under her fingers. This time he was glad he'd chosen not to wear the undershirt. An unexpected shiver raced down his spine as she ran her hands up his arms and over his bare chest.

A calculated move later and her lacy bra was falling to the floor, releasing her full breasts. He cupped them as he captured her bottom lip, squeezing a nipple and making her groan and arch into him.

Their remaining clothes soon joined the rest on the floor. "No, leave them," he stopped her when she went to remove her heels. Guiding her with his hands, he took the opportunity to turn her in his arms so she was facing the wall with her back against his chest. He tugged aside her hair to expose the nape of her neck and shoulders.

Eva tried not to shiver as Eliot nipped her skin with just a hint of teeth. She felt him splay his right hand against her ribcage possessively, just below her breast, while the other slipped down to pleasure her. She focused on his fingers as he stroked her, moaning when he moved them just right, and tried to ignore how good his length felt pressed against the curve of her ass. When Eliot brushed his lips over her magic spot just above the point of her left shoulder blade she felt her knees go a little weak.

Eliot couldn't help a little smirk when he realized he'd discovered one of her magic spots. He nipped it again, a little harder this time, and was rewarded with a breathless moan and a huskily whimpered curse. He wanted to see her face.

"I want to look at you," he rasped, turning her to face him.

She responded by kissing him hungrily. He moaned loudly as he felt her hand wrap around his cock and return his favor, expertly pampering him. She broke away from his kiss and he almost lost it as she moved much, much lower, and took him into her mouth, still stroking and teasing. He raked a hand through his hair to steady himself; his self control was tugging sharply at its leash.

Mercifully she stopped before the self-imposed leash snapped. He lifted her up in his arms and once again pressed her against the wall. Fuck foreplay, he wanted to be inside of her. Now. She appeared to be of the same mind when she tugged his hair impatiently as he brushed his cock over her clit before sheathing himself in her dripping wet heat.

Eva felt any coherent thoughts melt from her mind as Eliot pushed into her. Something about Eliot Spencer set her on fire and made her body hum in pleasure. His hands gripped her hips, holding her as close as humanly possible as he rocked his hips against hers. His breath was warm on her skin as his lips brushed hers with nearly every thrust. The soft ends of his hair sent little thrills racing through her nerves wherever it brushed against her skin.

His pace steadily increased until she was the very edge of release before sending her hurtling over the edge with several slower, harder thrusts. Her back arched and she screamed as the endorphins exploded, sending tidal waves of pleasure racing through her body.

"ELIOT!"

Eliot felt a flare of male pride and a sense of satisfaction washed over him at the fact that he'd made her scream. He rocked into her several more times before his own orgasm claimed him and he came with a low growl in the back of his throat.

"We definitely need do that again."

He agreed.

Sometime later they tumbled onto her bed for another round. He briefly pinned her again before she hooked her leg over his hip and rolled the two of them over so she was straddling him, her hair cascading around them.

The couch, the coffee table, and the bed again. It turned out that the coffee table wasn't as strong as it looked. The dining room table, on the other hand, was a different story...

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed! By the way, I hope you loved the S5 premier as much as I did!