A/N: Another chapter, another week. And what a week it has been. This chapter like the first two is co-written by MasterStoryTeller. And we'd like to say thank you so much Bron, gaben, GloryDays1984, Guest (whomever you are!), JustLurking, khaller12841, MissSmurphE, .1213, NightStalkerBlade, Rmeyer90, SilenceintheStorm, StellaBelle24, thank you all so much for following, favoriting, and reviewing! It really means a lot that you spend that couple of minutes to write something. JustLurking, I was aiming for at least a Silhouette novel instead of a Harliquin, hopefully, this chapter gets to that point! Gaben, thanks for being an awesome beta!

Chapter 3: Lou Paget & Bananas?

Eliot couldn't believe his luck as he laid his little librarian down in the center of her messy bed. He had this incredible jewel spread out before him like… Well, he didn't really want to put words to it. The hitter stared down at Faith for a minute as he decided on how best to arrange her. He moved her up the bed so that all of her legs weren't hanging off, then he had to move the books and journals that were scattered around the other half of the bed. Glancing at the titles he grimaced: Web Page Categorization In Process Of focused Crawling, Topical Web Crawlers: Evaluating Adaptive Algorithms, An Effective Fuzzy Clustering Algorithm for Web Document Classification: A Case Study in Cultural Content Mining to name a few. "A little light reading?" He asked.

"Umm… Yeah, research." Faith felt embarrassed that this man. This handsome man who'd already rocked her world had seen how she usually spent her nights. Neural networks, web crawlers, and recursive algorithms were all that usually rocked her world.

The hitter smiled and placed them on the table next to her bed which was stacked with books covering everything from signal processing, advanced calculus, to physics and economics. He'd seen Hardison with a couple of the same papers and books; except so far Faith he wasn't subjecting to thirty minute tirades about how good or how bad the math and engineering were.

"Your friend…"

"My friend?" Eliot turned his head as moved down Faith's gracefully proportioned body and carefully positioned a pillow beneath her hips.

"The tall one." Faith arched into him as he sucked at a particularly sensitive area at her hip.

"Hardison?"

"Yes!" She grasped at the pillow next to her. "Oooh…" She sucked in air. "That issue… Issue he's having with his web-crawler."

"Hmmm…" Eliot lapped at the junction between Faith's thigh and torso.

"It… It would work…" She gasped for air as he kept moving around. "It would work better if…"

"If?" He paused in his ministrations and rubbed the pad of his thumb between her nether lips barely touching her already sensitive and swollen clit. "If?" He prompted her again.

"If he layered a neuralnetworkontopofhiswebcr awler. Thenit…" Her words started by tumbling over each other at the same speed as her thoughts and her voice trailed off as her… Her… Whatever he was… Did… Did… kneel between her spread legs and started licking the juices off her inner thighs, while growling like a wolf with a tasty treat that he wasn't going to share!

Eliot took his time, slowly licking his way up her right inner thigh. Her pussy, except for the slight exhalation of air that came from Eliot's nostrils, was now forsaken and begging for more attention. Then, just as she expected him to focus on it, the hitter shifted to her left thigh, which only added to her already taut level of sexual excitement and frustration. Even though Faith had just been royally fucked up against the wall, her desire had only intensified.

Eliot smiled inwardly, sensing her rising level of frustration, and continued his slow movement towards her sexual center, intending to prolong his little librarian's anticipation as long as he could.

This man was making her beg! Beg, not a position Faith was used to being in; well, until tonight. But, she found herself begging, her hands fisting as she dug her nails into her palms. "Please!" Oh, God!"

"Please what?"

"Please, give it to me. Fuck me!"

Eliot lifted his mouth from her body just long enough to comment on Faith's dirty mouth; and he completely disregarded all of her whining and whimpering all the while enjoying the smells and tastes that were coming from her womanhood.

The hitter had learned at an earlier age from a much older lover just how much power he could have by controlling the pace of a woman's pleasure just as he was doing with Faith. Eliot's cock was hard and trickling with pre-cum. He was conscious of the fact that when he was younger, he would have already taken her; and, in fact, probably would have already cum inside of her. Instead, now, he reveled in the pleasure to be derived from her complete submission to him and the heightened effect of delayed gratification. Though as she squirmed and made more demands he amended his previous thought to: Almost complete submission.

Slowly, but surely, his lips approached her feminine core. As he hovered over her pussy, she could feel his hot breath washing over her. Her uncontrolled moans told Eliot just how close she was getting. He ever so slowly lowered his lips to hers, leading with the tip of his tongue. As his tongue contacted her engorged clitoris, Faith let loose a torrent of loud moans. Eliot's tongue went from her clit back to her asshole and back up again. When he nipped at her swollen lips Faith's body released another spurt of juice as she came closer to orgasm that he eagerly lapped up, savoring the semi-sweet taste of her arousal.

Pushing her even closer to the peak of pleasure Eliot started plunging his tongue in and out of her sucking on her clit. All the while growling with enjoyment; Faith was writhing on the bed, using every muscle she could, to pull and his tongue deeper into her core.

Using his hands Eliot began to play with his Little Librarian's stiff nipples which made her writhe uncontrollably; she wanted more of the sensations that were rolling over her body, but at the same time it was just too much. The hitter used the strength in his arms to keep Faith in place as he nibbled, flicked, sucked and licked her clit. The dual ministrations had her flying into an orgasmic peak; and she was completely overwhelmed by his oral dedication to her pleasure. Her! The plain Jane, the Doc, Prof… It was overwhelming, and as she rode this wild seismic wave of pleasure Eliot started to pinch and roll her nipples. The bite of pain only added to the waves that were crashing over her body, and she reached another orgasm. This one bigger than the one from the hallway!

As she came down from the high and looked up at the hitter, a hunger overcame Faith. Not her usual hunger for knowledge; but, a different hunger. A hunger for the hitter, she wanted to pounce on him and eat him alive! She could see that he was still aroused, his cock was purple and pre-cum was dripping from its tip.

Eliot stretched out next to her, taking a moment to collect himself. It was all he could do to not drive into her and feel. Feel the tightness of her sheath. The hitter watched Faith stretch using all of her body like cat enjoying the sun on its coat; and then she turned her big eyes on him. Her big hungry eyes, the sight made him even harder.

"Like what you see, Darlin'?"

"Yes." She answered breathily, then shook her head, that wasn't her voice. Shit, she sounded like Marilyn Monroe. Well, might as well use it. Faith screwed up her courage and ignored that stupid little voice that was back and yelling at her louder than before. It was yelling "Slut! Cheap whore! Why are you just giving the milk away?"

Tentatively she reached out a hand and ran it down his chest feeling the muscles and scars under her fingertips. She felt his muscles tense as her hands moved over her body and gained a little confidence. Faith leaned up on an elbow closed her eyes, and licked his collar-bone, it tasted like sweat and man.

Eliot could feel the tentativeness in Faith; and it made him mad. Why would anyone want to break this beautiful woman's confidence? Watching carefully touch him like he was going to yell at her was driving him nuts. "Faith." He growled.

Faith sprung back like she'd been burned. "What?"

"Faith, don't stop." He took her hand and firmly placed it on his stomach. She could feel his belly button and the little trail of hair below it with her fingers. "What do you want to do?"

His little librarian looked him up and down with the light back in her eyes. She flexed her fingers feeling the muscles under her fingers and responded quietly with an answer that surprised him. "Everything."

"Everything?" Eliot looked her square in the face with a look that fully expected an answer.

Gaining confidence Faith answered "Everything." She moved her hand down and grasped his erection. "Everything. Can I…?"

The hitter took a little more aggressive stance. "Tell me. Tell me what you want to do." And he got the pleasure of watching Faith turn beet red, even her ears turned pink.

Faith wiggled her nose, looking a little like Samantha from that old television show Bewitched. "Could I please try fellatio?" She flushed a little more and moved her hand around on Eliot's shaft brushing his balls and making him groan. "I mean... Umm…" She searched her brain for the colloquial term that Cora used. "A blow job!"

Eliot almost laughed at how proud Faith was that she remembered the words blow job; but, could pull fellatio off the top of her head. Instead he smothered the laughter with a cough, covered her hand with his own and pulled their hands together up his shaft.

Faith blushed again and moved her head down towards Eliot's cock.

"Take me." He growled taking the back of her head into his big hand and guiding her onto his penis. When she cupped his balls with one hand and licked her way up to the top Eliot moaned. His fingers wove through Faith's shoulder length hair and guided her mouth onto the head.

She paused on his head slowly swirling her tongue around the top; feeling the surface texture and all of the sides before taking him into her mouth. At first she just took the tip, flattening her tongue on the head of his cock and sucking on it. Eliot closed his eyes and fought a moan; he wanted nothing more than for her to take more of him. But, when he exerted pressure on her head Faith actively refused to go at anything but her own speed. She kept licking and tasting the crown of his shaft, and working her hands in a motion that felt just so good!

"Please." He moaned; in a tone very similar to what Faith had been uttering earlier – well, other than his voice was a lot deeper and huskier. Faith kept doing what she was doing with her hands; her knuckles occasionally brushing his balls when suddenly she leaned her head forward and took him deep in her mouth forming a vacuum with her lips. As she slowly moved back up his length she gently scraped him with her teeth and then soothing him with her tongue before plunging back down.

Eliot could feel his balls draw up; and his orgasm building at the base of his spine. He clenched his jaw not wanting the feelings that Faith was dragging out of him to stop. The hitter clenched his teeth and reflexively tightened his jaw as Faith dragged him in and out of her mouth while her hands were doing witchy things. "Faith… I…"

"Mmm…" She moaned around his cock, while clasping her lips down harder and running her finger down the vein on the underside of his shaft. The difference in texture felt like heaven on her tongue.

Where in heaven had this meek little mouse learned to give head? Eliot buried his hands deeper in Faith's hair and just held on; his little librarian was taking him for one hell of a ride!

"Faith!" Eliot yelled, his orgasm hitting him like an out of control freight train. He was glad that he was lying down on her bed; because otherwise he would have collapsed on the floor.

Faith continued to swirl and suck his quickly depleting cock getting every last drop of the liquid from him. After a couple moments which seemed like an eternity in heaven to Eliot she looked up at the hitter and stretched while licking her lips. She looked like a sated kitten, one who'd just drunk an entire saucer of cream.

"Honey, where did ya' learn to do that?" Eliot asked his blood pressure still not quite back to normal. It had been a long time since he'd had anyone suck him off that damn good!

Surprised Faith answered while diving for the side of her bed. "Lou." She dove for an area under the bed which had Eliot grabbing her waist so she didn't fall off. "Lou Paget and her book on sex." Grabbing the little white book Faith wiggled back up onto the bed and waved it triumphantly in the air.

How To Be A Great Lover. Eliot read the title. "A book? You learned to that from a book?"

"Well, not just the book." Faith admitted, which had Eliot cringing. "I used a banana to practice."

"Okay." Eliot crinkled his brow; this sounded like something Hardison would do.

"Well, I didn't want to practice on just anyone." Faith shuddered at the thought; but, perked up with the look Eliot gave her "Did you know that one banana has five-percent of your daily requirements for protein, and over forty percent of your vitamin B-six!"

"Manganese, don't forget manganese and potassium." Eliot added, thankful that he knew food. But, a book; learning oral sex from a book. That just had him wantin' to say what his Ma used ta' "Well, hush yo' mouth; hunny!"

"My mom used to say they were good for sore muscles."

"And what type of math teacher did you say you were?"

E/N: Writing this in Eliot's voice has been interesting. It's made me think of my old Navy roommate from Alabama and some of the sayings her family had; like: Kerosene cat in hell with gasoline drawers on. You gotta love someone telling you that you ain't got no more chance than a kerosene cat in hell with gasoline drawers on! And if you want some other awesome fics to read; check out my profile page – I've got a couple other awesome Leverage fics, plus CSI: NY, NCIS: LA, and my favorite science fiction show of all times: Firefly! Long live the browncoat movement

The books and journals are all real: How To Be A Great Lover by Lou Paget; it's an awesome how-to sex book! Web Page Categorization In Process Of focused Crawling is by Emil Gatial, Ladislav Hluchý, Martin Šeleng, Michal Laclavík and Zoltán Balogh. Topical Web Crawlers: Evaluating Adaptive Algorithms is by Filippo Menczar, Gautam Pant, and Padmini Srinivasan, An Effective Fuzzy Clustering Algorithm for Web Document Classification: A Case Study in Cultural Content Mining, is by Damianos Gavalas and George E. Tsekouras.