Title: The Intersection of Points N and E
Summary: Snapshots of Eliot and Natalia's adventures over their years together.
Disclaimer: I don't own Leverage or any of the characters associated with the show. I only claim ownership to the character that I created. Also, no profits are being made off of this story. It's only for your entertainment.
Author's Note: Soooo sorry this took as long as it did, but it's a long update to make up for it! Don't forget to review and let me know what you all think!
Chapter 3: Truth or Dare Gets You Places
~September 29th 1998~
"Alright, alright, what now?" Eliot leaned back on his haunches and deftly shuffled a deck of cards, pleased with himself for winning the third straight game of gin. It was a typical Saturday night at his apartment spent with Natalia, Nick, and the occasional guest. Tonight it was Peggy Sue Miller, Nick's current flame. She seemed innocuous enough with her bleach blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and bubbly demeanor, but give her a pistol and you had better run for your life.
The blonde was currently seated on the floor across from him, feeling the buzz from the three drinks she had downed in the last hour. Her elbows were perched on the coffee table as she leaned over it, staring Nick down as he searched for the shot glasses that Eliot had purposely hid. She looked as though she was wracking her brain for an idea, but the alcohol was making it difficult.
"Tuth or dare!" Peggy blurted out finally, eyes wide as though she had just discovered the cure for cancer.
Natalia looked over at Eliot, sarcastically mimicking the blonde's facial expression, causing him to stifle a laugh. She was seated to Peggy's right, clad in a tight, black, v-neck t-shirt, and blue jeans that clung to her hips, a point that didn't go unnoticed by Eliot. Over the past month they had become virtually inseparable, and Eliot was sure he had landed on the hit list of at least half the guys in their class. It was more than just sexual attraction. Something between them just…fit.
"I second that!" Nick called, his head buried in a cabinet.
"What are you five?" Eliot looked over his shoulder into the kitchen.
"Oh c'mon man, you don't like truth or dare?"
"You do?"
"Then you have clearly never played it while drunk," Nick countered.
"But I ain't drunk," Eliot growled. He and Natalia had only had two beers.
"You will be soon!"
"I think he found them," Natalia was mildly amused at the frown on Eliot's face.
"Hiding them in the oven, good move Spencer," Gordon returned to the living room with four shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.
"Apparently not good enough," Eliot rumbled.
"Oh come on Eliot," Peggy put on a pout and subconsciously stuck out her chest a little.
"Yeah man, you two don't have nearly enough alcohol in your systems," Nick pointed at Natalia and Eliot before he began to pour shots.
"Christ, you are five," Eliot rolled his eyes, but didn't exactly refuse the drink that Nick placed in front of him. If they were actually about to play truth or dare, he was going to need it.
"Okay," Nick slammed his hands on the table as they each finished their drinks. "Rules. You must answer the question or do the dare, otherwise you have to take a shot of tequila and we'll all know what a pussy you are. Proceed counterclockwise. You can confer with others on a question to ask or a dare to give. Nothing involving weapons, nothing seriously humiliating, no follow-up questions, no nudity except for the girls," each of whom shot him a look, "and remember, if anyone feels sick, I'm a doctor."
"Not yet you ain't," Eliot grinned as he shot his friend down.
"Who's first?" Nick ignored him.
Peggy's hand shot up.
"Sold to the pretty blonde," Nick pointed at her. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," she sat up as if in preparation for the question.
"How many boyfriends have you had?" Nick interrogated her, more for his own curiosity than anything else.
"Seven, not counting you."
Nick frowned. "Did you sleep with them all?"
"Hey, no follow-up questions," Eliot called him out for breaking his own rules. He was anxious to get to Natalia's question.
"Truth or dare?" Peggy turned to face her.
Natalia squinted her eyes and considered her options. "Truth."
"What's your number?" Peggy asked as she reached to pour her fifth shot of tequila.
"Wait, pause, what does that mean?" Nick looked from face to face.
"How many people you've had sex with. C'mon man," Eliot barked.
"Chill the fuck out there Cosmo Girl. I'm sorry I'm not familiar with your people's terminology," this directed at Eliot. "Alright, please proceed now that I understand."
"One," Natalia answered coolly as Peggy nearly choked on her tequila. Nick's eyes flew wide in disbelief. Eliot was intrigued, although not entirely surprised.
"How is that even possible? You're like, smoking hot," Peggy ran her fingers through her blonde hair, the no follow-ups rule apparently forgotten.
"Please at least tell me you were in some kind of super committed, long term thing and you did it all the time," Nick couldn't imagine that the woman before him, who practically embodied seduction could have only had sex once, with one person.
"Nope," she laughed. "It was back in junior year of college with a friend. He had transferred out but came back to visit for a weekend. He crashed at my place, there was a little alcohol involved and…" she made a flourish with her hands.
"That's it?" Peggy's jaw dropped.
"That's it."
"We need to buy you male hookers or something. Or female ones. That's cool too," Nick quipped.
It didn't make sense to the others, but Eliot knew her better than they did. Natalia had been damaged somewhere in her past and she still carried the burden of anger, distrust, and pain. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened, but he saw glimpses of it in her eyes sometimes. Sometimes she flinched at even his touch.
"Please tell me that you at least…you know…on a regular basis," Nick was still fascinated by the 22 year-old, might-as-well be virgin.
"I believe it's actually Eliot's turn now," Natalia purred as she held Nick's gaze, her stare answering his question. "Truth or dare Eliot?" Now she angled her green eyes towards him.
"Truth."
"Boring," Nick choked out the word concealed in a fake cough.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" Peggy blurted out, her words slightly slurred.
"I guess that," Natalia laughed and pointed at the blonde.
Eliot ran a hand through his short curls. "Um, sixteen I think."
"Please tell me that you've done it more than once," Nick gestured at him with the bottle of tequila as he poured himself another shot.
"Yeah man, but it ain't your turn to ask questions. Truth or dare."
"Dare," he triumphantly downed his drink and slammed the glass down on the table.
"Peggy," Eliot stared across the table, "you got your cigarettes on you?"
"Oh, very nice," Natalia clapped her hands.
Being a medical student, Nick was fanatical about his health, with an exception or two made for the occasional night of drinking. But there was one thing he outright refused; smoking.
Peggy placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it before handing it off to Nick, who stared at it as though it was some sort of slimy insect that she expected him to eat. He was torn between taking the easy way out with another shot, or going through with it like a man at the detriment to his health. He decided to take it.
"That'll shut you up for a while," Eliot smirked as Nick purposely blew smoke in his face.
"Alright Peggy, truth or dare?" Nick asked.
"Dare," she narrowed her blue eyes at him, daring him to do his worst.
Nick leaned over and whispered something to Eliot who nodded his head before getting up and going into the kitchen. He grabbed something from the fridge and cut it up before retrieving a box from the cabinet.
"What?" Peggy looked over at Nick who had a mile wide grin on his face.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," Natalia looked up at Eliot, who returned with a small bowl containing a lime he had just sliced and a box of salt.
"You," Eliot pointed at Natalia, "hike that shirt on up."
"Body shots babe," Nick winked at Peggy as Natalia rolled up her fitted t-shirt to just below her breasts and lay down on the floor, propping herself up on her elbows. Eliot poured a shot into Peggy's glass and wet his thumb with tequila, a bit surprised at how coolly Natalia was handling the situation. She only had three drinks in her, and considering it took at least eight to give her a buzz, he knew she was in complete control of her faculties. He wiped the tequila from her bellybutton down to the top of her jeans as she stared at him through smoldering green eyes. His head spun as he sprinkled salt over the tequila. He had never been so close to her. At least not like this. Not with her lying on the ground, her thigh resting against his own, eyes daring him to do the shot himself. Fuck. He should have made Nick do this.
"I'll let you handle that," Eliot handed her the shot glass to place in the deep-v of her t-shirt. She nearly called him out on being unnecessarily shy, but decided it wasn't the time. She took the glass from his fingers and positioned it between her breasts, knowing all the while that she had his full attention. She opened her mouth and Eliot placed the lime between her teeth, his thumb just brushing her bottom lip, sending a chill up his spine. He hurriedly took his place again at the coffee table, backing away from her before he lost his mind.
"Have at it," Nick gestured to Peggy as he grabbed Eliot's sleeve, pulling him to his side of the table for a better view. Peggy crawled around Natalia, positioning herself between her bent legs. The blonde braced her hands on either side of Natalia's waist, dipping her head to lick the salt from her stomach. She moved up to take the shot glass between her teeth and threw her head back before dropping the glass on the floor. Her lips moved up to Natalia's, slowly taking the lime from her mouth, knowing she was putting on a show for the boys. Peggy sat back on her haunches and flung the remnants of the lime at Nick's chest before standing up and sauntering back to her spot at the coffee table.
"Chins up boys," Natalia sat up and rolled her t-shirt down, a smirk on her face as she watched Nick and Eliot try to recover. Eliot was the first to shift back over to his place at the table.
"I think I need a minute…um…alone," Nick swallowed hard.
"You'll get a whole night with me," Peggy cozied up to Nick's side, taking a drag from the cigarette he still had between his fingers. "Natalia's turn."
"Dare."
"I dare you …" she paused and brought a finger to her lips, "…to kiss Eliot."
Her eyes darted over to Eliot's, finding anticipation mixed with a tinge of apprehension. His heart was hammering in expectation, although a part of him didn't think she would do it. But she just stared him down, a flash of something mischievous glinting across her expression.
"A good one now, not half-assed," Peggy clarified.
Natalia sat up onto her knees and rested her elbows on the corner of the coffee table. Eliot leaned in closer, conscious control of his body slipping away. He wasn't about to lie. He wanted her. He had since she whupped his ass a month ago. He felt her wrap a hand around the back of his head, his breath ruffling stray strands of her hair. Her nose brushed against his before the feather-light touch of her lips sent a chill across his skin. It was soft at first as she opened her mouth to take his bottom lip between hers, the taste of her mouth accented by the tang of lime. He met her kiss, slowly at first, testing how far she would go. She didn't hesitate to answer his every move as he became increasingly more desperate for her touch.
"Would you two like to get a room?" Nick interrupted as they quickly snapped away from each other like teenagers who had been caught by their parents.
Eliot didn't remember the rest of the night. Natalia had put him in a trance. Her touch was all he could think about. It was all he craved. He didn't remember what he was dared to do next. Didn't remember Nick actually asking for another cigarette or Peggy nearly throwing up on his sofa. He didn't remember when they left, or the shower he took afterwards to clear his mind.
Natalia had kissed him. Not because she was drunk, not even because Peggy dared her to. No. Not a kiss like that. That was because she wanted to. She wanted him. He wasn't about to let that go.
He threw on fresh boxer-briefs, a t-shirt, and sweatpants, crammed his feet into an old pair of sneakers, stuffed his keys into his pocket and stormed out the door.
Half an hour after she left Eliot's apartment, Natalia was brushing her teeth when she heard a pounding on her front door. She rinsed her mouth and shut off the light before jogging over to the front door and peeking through the peep hole.
Eliot.
She opened the door to find him bracing himself against the doorframe, his heavy breathing forming puffs of vapor that dissipated into the night air.
"Did you run over here?" She stood aside allowing him in before shutting the door behind him.
"Yeah," he looked into her big green eyes as he kicked off his shoes and tried to catch his breath.
"What for?"
"This," he closed the distance between them and cupped the back of her neck, mashing his lips to hers. He half expected her to pull away in surprise. Half expected her to say 'It was just a dare, Eliot, let it go.' He even expected a slap to the face before she threw him out. When he finally released her she was staring up at him, the look on her face bordering on disbelief.
He was sure then that he had pushed it too far.
He didn't expect her to wrap her arms around his neck and press her lips to his once again.
At that moment it was as though flood gates had just opened. Every ounce of tension in her body dissipated. His apprehension disappeared.
Natalia arched into the solid muscle of his chest, begging him to give her more. He backed her up into the wall of the hallway, hands snaking down her form to her butt before moving under her shirt to cradle the small of her back. She moaned against his mouth and gripped his hair as his lips trailed down her neck. Her skin was just as soft as he had imagined, her lips just as supple, her hair just as silken.
Eliot had played this in his mind time and time again, but even his wildest dreams couldn't compare to the thrill of finally having her in his arms. Her hands reached for the hem of his shirt and he pulled away for a fraction of a second, just long enough for her to peel the fabric from his skin. His tongue swept against hers and she opened her mouth wider to accommodate his kisses.
"Eliot," she gasped, feeling his arousal through his sweats. His hips ground against hers at the sound of his name from her swollen lips. "Bedroom."
Without delay he hoisted her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, never missing a kiss as he complied with her wishes.
Her room was lit only by the orange glow of a streetlight filtering in through the window, but it was more than enough to see by. Half of him wanted to toss her on the bed and fuck her until they both got off. It had been months for him, but years for her, and from the way her body reacted to his touch, she was absolutely starved for human contact. And if she fucked like she kissed, Lord he was in for a good night.
He set her down at the foot of the bed and before he knew it, he was on his back, sinking into her sheets. He sat up against the headboard as she straddled him, shifting around for him to pull off her tank. She had on a simple black bra and at that moment Eliot found himself wondering if she was the kind of girl who always matched her bra to her panties. The thought was quickly wiped from his mind as she adjusted her position to grind her still-clothed crotch against his package.
"Oh god," Eliot's head thumped against the backboard and she grinned something devilish as her lips moved to his neck. She may only have done this once, but she sure as hell knew exactly what she was doing. His hands settled on her hips as she kissed along his jugular vein before laying light nips along his clavicle.
"Off," she whispered in his ear as her fingers found the waistband of his sweatpants. She climbed off of him, at which he let out a grunt of disapproval, before he slipped off his pants and tossed them onto the floor, his keys jangling in his pocket as he did. It was then he remembered that he had forgotten his wallet, and more importantly, the condoms contained therein.
"Natalia, I don't have…" he was stopped short by a foil packet colliding squarely with his chest as she closed the drawer to her dresser. He liked a woman who was prepared. But then again, it was her; he shouldn't have expected anything less. Out of the corner of his eye he caught the shake of her hip as she shimmied off the cotton shorts she had been wearing. He placed the packet on the nightstand as she once again straddled and kissed him, pressing the skin of her nearly bare chest against his. He ran his hands down her back and up across her ribs to cup her perfect breasts in his hands under the fabric of her bra. He made a note in the back of his mind that Nick officially owed him 20 bucks. They were definitely real.
He twisted his hips just enough to roll them over as he supported his weight with one hand and reached down to cup her heat in his palm. She pressed her head back against the pillow as he ran his fingers over her soaking wet underwear, watching her eyes flutter closed and her lips part from the sheer ecstasy of touch she couldn't control. Eliot leaned back onto his haunches and slipped his fingers under the delicate fabric causing him to gasp at the feel of his skin against hers. Natalia reached out to touch him, her long fingers falling on his muscled thighs, slipping under the cotton of his boxer briefs. She ran them along the inside of his thighs, and he let out a strangled grunt.
"Come on Eliot," she purred, tilting her hips further into his hand. She wasn't shy about what she wanted that's for sure. Eliot pulled his hand away from her, eyes raking over her form below him. She was practically buzzing from the thrill of being touched the way she was. The energy radiating off of her body was making his head spin. This was what he wanted, and now that he finally had it, he was almost hesitant. Almost afraid. He genuinely loved their dynamic; loved the trouble they got into together. But he couldn't help the nagging thought in the back of his mind that this would change things. Change them. He wanted to fuck her, sure. He wanted to feel every inch of her soft skin under his hands. Wanted her lithe, warm body pressed up against his. He was dying to be inside her. The sight of her nearly naked, sprawled out before him with his name on her lips like this was the very stuff his masturbatory fantasies were made of. But he was afraid that by having her, he would lose her.
He was shaken from his thoughts by her foot toying with the waistband of his underwear.
"I want you Eliot."
At that, he gave in.
He paused for a second before leaning down again to devour her mouth, ripping off her underwear and then his. She snaked a hand between them as he ran his tongue across her lips before delving deeper into her mouth. Eliot's body jerked as he felt her fingers wrap around his length, his brain beginning to short circuit. Natalia moaned against his kiss once she was finally able to feel him. She had her suspicions about his size; the way his jeans fit on the days he opted out of underwear, the one time she had seen him in swim trunks, the way he had felt underneath her just minutes before. They were all little bits of data she had subconsciously stored over the past few weeks out of a primal kind of curiosity. Only, they didn't quite add up to just how big she found he was now that she was stroking him in her hand.
He reached over to the nightstand for the condom he had tossed there earlier, leaning back off of her before he ripped the foil open. Natalia sat up and watched him deftly roll the latex down his length and bit her lip in anticipation. He stalked back up to her, claiming her mouth as his own before she gently pushed him just enough for him to lie on his back. She straddled his hips and he ran his fingers across her thighs before fitting them perfectly against the small of her back.
"Are you sure you don't want me to…" Eliot began slowly, his sentence stilled by her fingers on his lips. He was fully aware that he was well endowed, but he had enough of a conscience to care what he did with that endowment. The fact that this was only her second time still weighed in the back of his mind. He felt like he might as well be deflowering a fuckin virgin.
"Shh…" she sighed calmly. "I've got it, I promise. No pressure Eliot." Something about the tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes made him believe her. She reached behind her and positioned him against her wet folds as he gripped her hips, slowly pulling her down into his aching dick. Natalia let out a gasp at the feeling of being penetrated as Eliot pressed his head back into the pillow and let out a growl. She was so perfectly tight that he thought he might lose it right there. He bucked his hips up into hers as she rocked against him, setting a pace which he quickly matched. Natalia braced a hand on either side of his head, hair tumbling over one shoulder as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. His hands swept across her back and under the clasp of her bra as he thrust up into her harder, all self control slipping from his grasp. She threw her head back and planted her hands on his chest as she rode him, shifting her hips just so, causing him to hit her g-spot. Eliot reached one hand up to tangle in her long, dark hair, and ran the other one over her thigh before rubbing small circles over her clit with the pad of his thumb.
Natalia whimpered his name as her rhythm began to fall apart, becoming absolutely desperate for release. Eliot grabbed her hips and rolled her over onto her back before sheathing himself inside her again, lips devouring her neck, hips slamming against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and fisted his hair, her breath coming in heavy gasps.
"Harder Eliot," she breathed, and a devilish smile crossed his face at the thought of making her sore in the morning. He sat up and pulled her butt onto his lap, using the strength in his thighs to drive into her, his thumb working her clit.
Eliot watched her mouth fall open, her back arch, and her hands rip at the sheets as she came. Her walls clenched around him over and over as she confirmed what Eliot had hoped; she was definitely a screamer. And one with a dirty fuckin mouth at that. With his name and a curse on her lips, Eliot came with a roar that nearly pushed her over the edge again.
Natalia looked up at him, the muscles of his chest and stomach covered in a thin sheen of sweat, highlighted in the glow of the streetlamp. His short hair was plastered to his temples and the nape of his neck, and his big blue eyes were still shut tightly as he fought to catch his breath. After a few seconds he slipped out of her and crawled up to kiss her, languidly sucking on her lips as she ran her fingers over his biceps. He soon pulled away from her and stepped into her bathroom. Natalia unclasped her bra and tossed it onto the floor before rolling over onto her stomach.
Eliot leaned against the doorframe, his right forearm braced above his head, not really believing the sight before him. He ran his eyes over her legs tangled in the rumpled sheets, the curve of her bare ass daring him to touch her again. Her dark hair was splayed across the pillow, huge green eyes trained on his blue ones, with one arm resting out in front of her, almost beckoning him to come back. She knew the next few seconds were more crucial than she could bear to admit. Eliot had two choices; climb back into bed with her, or get dressed and leave like this never happened. She tried to tell herself that she didn't care either way, but found herself holding her breath as she waited.
"Ain't no way in hell you've only done that once," Eliot smirked before running a hand through his hair.
"Well twice now actually," she murmured huskily.
Eliot crossed the distance to the bed and vaulted over her before landing on the mattress with a thump. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed his body to hers before nuzzling her ear. "Wanna make it three?"