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: Finally! Here it is. I honestly thought I would have much more time to update this summer, but I've been busier than I expected on top of fighting some serious writer's block. Thank you all for being so patient and I've made this one extra smutty to make up for it ;-).
Chapter 8: When It Rains…
~July 2nd 2007 ~ Oklahoma
"Fuck." Eliot rumbled under his breath. The Oklahoma sky had turned black with clouds and a stab of lightning illuminated a point somewhere on the horizon. Natalia's flight had barely arrived on time, but the airline had managed to lose her luggage. She was surprisingly calm considering the fact that she had little more than the clothes on her back, the sandals on her feet, and a pair of aviators perched on her nose in clear defiance of the shift in weather. Eliot, however, was pissed enough for the both of them. He just hoped they could reach home before the heavens broke down and ground them to a complete halt.
"El," Natalia purred, reaching out to the back of his neck with her left hand, gently massaging out the tension she found there. She toyed with his ponytail before slipping her fingers under the collar of his t-shirt. "Relax babe."
"Natalia. All of your things are M.I.A. and it's about to rain fucking buckets, complete with thunder, lightning, and quite possibly your very own Oklahoma tornado, and yet you're actin' like you're on vacation. "
"I am on vacation," she quipped. She pulled her hand away from him and fiddled with the dial on the radio, stopping when "Margaritaville" came through the speakers. "But seriously, I'm with you."
Eliot would have slammed on the brakes if he hadn't been serious about the tornado. He swore the sky was just the right color. He opted instead for a furrowed eyebrow and a tightened grip on the worn leather of the steering wheel. "What's that supposed to mean?" His glaze flit over to the passenger's side and back to the road.
Natalia unbuckled her seatbelt and slid across the truck's front seat to rest her head on Eliot's shoulder. "It means that I don't have to worry about anything when I'm around you," she tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "We can't get my stuff back any faster than the airline can. Can't control thunder and lightning and buckets of rain. So what's the point in worrying? Ask yourself, what's the worst possible thing that can happen? We'd have to pull the truck over and you'd be stuck with me for half an hour while we wait for it to pass. Is that so terrible?" She traced her nose over his shoulder.
His mind suddenly turned to the sordid things he could do to her in half an hour. "No, momma that ain't bad," the corner of his mouth turned upwards in a smirk.
"Exactly." She lowered her voice to a husky whisper. "So stop worrying about it El."
Just then a flash of purple stabbed the sky followed by a moment of silence.
"Natalia?"
"Mmhmm?"
"Does thunder still turn you on?"
She let out a low, devilish laugh as her nose brushed his ear, her lips enveloping his earlobe just as a rumble of thunder rolled across the sky.
"There's my girl," he grinned. Another streak of lightning split the sky open and raindrops began hammering away at the windshield. Eliot flipped on the wiper blades as he turned onto the gravel path leading to his house. The sound of the rain drowned Jimmy Buffett out as the hitter managed to put the truck in park in front of the house. "You ready to make a run for it momma?" He didn't have an umbrella in the truck.
With one last glance at the drops assaulting the windshield, Eliot wrenched the door open and stepped out into the storm. He waited as Natalia slipped out of the driver's side and slammed the door before turning to make a mad dash for the porch.
"Eliot."
"What?" he whipped around and yelled over the roar of rain. Natalia's lips widened to a grin as she stood there, water soaking through her blue t-shirt and erasing her meticulously blown-out hairstyle. Something about that wild smile flipped a switch in his mind. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her lips to his in a searing kiss. She felt every ounce of tension he harbored suddenly drain from his body as he kissed back hard. He grabbed her ass and hoisted her onto the hood of the truck, their lips parting momentarily as she tossed her hair out of the way.
"You're insane," he growled over the rain.
"And yet you keep coming back for more," she tipped her head to the side, feigning curiosity.
"Can't help it. You fuck too good," he grinned.
Natalia let out a laugh. The sex was always good, yes, but it was their love that they were addicted to.
Eliot nibbled her bottom lip as she wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into the backs of his thighs. He ran his hands up the slick dark skin of her legs and over her cut-off jeans before they settled on the small of her back pressing her up against the solid muscle of his chest, and the hardness in his jeans. She arched her hips into him, unable to fight her reaction. Natalia didn't care if the heavens pelted them with enough water to wash away a lifetime of sin. This moment here – this was perfect.
Another bang of thunder sounded and he could almost feel the electricity coursing through her veins as he felt her smile against his lips. She rocked her hips against Eliot's, desperate for more friction as his mouth all but stole the breath from her throat. Another crack of thunder exploded around them, this time causing her to look up at the sky as best she could through the driving rain. It had been a bit too close for even their level of comfort.
"I think we should..." Natalia began.
"Yeah," Eliot set her down on the ground, grabbed her hand and took off toward the porch. He fumbled around in the pocket of his jeans, fighting against the saturated denim to get at his keys.
He barely pushed the door open and pulled her inside before a bolt of lightning struck near the main road they had just turned off of. The assassin slammed him against the door, lips latching to his again as another rumble of thunder shook the house. He paused for a moment to strip the shirt from his skin, tossing it without regard for where it may land. She held him against the door with her weight, but her 120 pounds were no match for him, no matter how strong she was. Eliot hoisted her up and made a start for the bedroom, taking two steps before he slipped on the wet wood floor. He landed on his back and would have smacked his head if not for her quick thinking. Natalia had wrapped an arm protectively around the back of his head, cushioning their fall.
She found herself now straddling the hitter, staring down into eyes that sparkled a mischievous blue, framed by mirth lines caused by an equally devilish smile. She peeled the wet fabric of her shirt from her skin. Eliot sat up and his hands immediately flew to cup her breasts through the cotton of her bra. She pulled the tie from his hair and grabbed fistfuls of it, letting out a breathy cry as his lips moved down her neck. He could tell she was growing impatient.
Eliot snaked a hand between them, popped the button on her jeans, and cupped her in his palm. She was wet for him already. He rubbed her through the thin fabric causing her breath to hitch in her throat and buck her hips up to his hand. The assassin was more than ready for what he had in mind.
He arched his hips up and rolled them over, covering her body with his. Natalia obliged his unspoken request and allowed him to slip off her shorts and underwear in one swift motion. He braced himself with one hand on either side of her head, bending low to growl in her ear.
"On all fours. Slut."
Her eyes flashed and a wild grin spread across her features as Eliot sat back on his haunches and waited for her to obey. Any other man and she would have smashed his face in. But when the word came from Eliot's full lips, drawled through the lower gravelly tones of his voice, it became more than acceptable. It drove her wild. He rubbed a palm over his clothed crotch before unzipping his jeans and slipping them off along with his boxer briefs. He ran his fingers down the skin of her back, cupping the perfect globes of her toned ass in his hands.
"C'mon Eliot…" She taunted.
He rubbed himself against her, taking perverse satisfaction in the throaty moans that filled the room. Eliot suddenly thrust into her, expecting her to need a few seconds to adjust, but she responded by tipping her hips back into him, taking him deeper than before. Now he was the one who needed a second. He ran his fingers through his wet hair with a groan, attempting to pull himself together. A husky, mischievous laugh from Natalia kicked him back into gear. He growled and pressed into her again, quieting her for the moment before falling into a rhythm that satisfied them both. He dug his fingers into her hips, pulling her hard against him. The wood floor was slick and Natalia's hands fought to keep her upright against Eliot's pounding. He leaned down to cover her back with his chest, bracing himself on the floor as he drove into her. The hitter's nose brushed her ear, his hot breath ghosting across her damp cheek.
He moved one hand down over her stomach to rub her clit, causing her to press harder against his fingers. Sweat mingled with water across hot skin and breathy moans competed with the raindrops pelting the roof. Natalia arched her back into him and wrapped an arm backwards over his neck, tangling her long fingers in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him grunt. Eliot slammed into her harder, and immediately she returned her hand to the slick floor to restore her balance. He allowed more of his weight to press against her back, and soon her arms were screaming in protest.
"Eliot…" Natalia panted a warning. She was about to drop both of them flat on the floor.
"Down," he pulled his hand away from her, supporting his own weight long enough for her to brace herself on her forearms. He laid his palm flat on the small of her back, pressing her whole body down to the floor. She cried out at the shock of the cool wood against her burning skin, the sound causing Eliot's dick to twitch. He slipped back inside her, thrusting slowly as his skin once again found hers and his lips brushed the tattoo on the back of her neck. He gently wrapped a hand around her throat and jaw, pulling her face up to his. Eliot ran his tongue over her full bottom lip and gently nipped it. Natalia craned her neck to kiss him as deeply as she could. What was deliciously deep and unrelenting seconds before was now soft and impossibly sensual. The languid sweep of his tongue against hers and the slow grinding of his hips sent shivers across her damp skin. His weight on her back was as protective as it was erotic. It all overloaded her senses. She let out a low moan and pulled away from him in an effort to catch her breath. Natalia rested her head on her forearms, her fingers practically clawing at the hardwood. Eliot knew she was close.
With every ounce of self control he had left, Eliot flipped her over and sheathed himself inside her again. She was the picture of perfection. Her huge emerald eyes were shut and her head was tipped back against the floor, pronouncing her jaw line and exposing her neck. Eliot couldn't resist. "Go on babe," he leaned down to growl in her ear before trailing his tongue over her jugular vein. Natalia gasped and clutched handfuls of his wet, brown hair, holding on as if letting go would mean losing him forever. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her soft cries growing in intensity as Eliot felt her walls begin to tighten. He thrust into her as deep as her body would allow, her strong muscles clenching around him sent Eliot over the edge. She arched her back, and he buried his nose in the crook of her neck, his growls rumbling against her chest as he filled her. Natalia unconsciously held her breath, concentrating her every sense on the orgasm that ripped through her. Out of the corner of his eye, Eliot caught a glimpse of her parted lips and captured them between his own, slowly grinding his hips against hers, riding out the aftershocks coursing through their bodies.
Eliot rolled off of her and onto the floor, landing with a hard thud against the wood, and a wide grin on his face. Natalia let out an impish laugh and rolled over onto her stomach, resting her chin on his shoulder, still trying to catch her breath. She stared up at his flushed face with big liquid eyes.
He angled his blue-gray gaze down at her. "I told you. You fuck too good."
Thirty minutes and a shower later, Eliot lay in bed with an arm around Natalia's waist, his nose buried in her damp, freshly washed curls. She was clothed in his University of Oklahoma t-shirt that was so ancient that the red dye had faded to a shade of pink. The rain had stopped, and he stared idly past her shoulder at the steam rising from the hot gravel. He could feel each intake of her breath against his chest and filled his lungs with the scent of her hair. She never failed to set off every one of his senses. He gently ran a hand down her side, over the soft fabric of his shirt, and the even softer velvet of her skin where the material ended on the curve of her hip. She smelled faintly of his lotion, which she had used after her shower. The scent that had been so mundane now melded with the perfume of her skin, turning it into something new entirely. This really was all that mattered. Not her lost luggage, not the weather, not anyone else in the world. This was his Natalia. This was his perfection.