Title: Havana

Summary: Eliot meets up with an old friend while the team takes a short vacation.

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: Thank you to those who reviewed! Hope you guys are enjoying the story!

Chapter 5

He could barely see through the textured glass of the shower door, but he could tell that she was washing something. The dog's saucer, he figured. Eliot quickly scanned the shower, looking for an excuse to get her close enough to pull in with him. He sifted through the tiny bottles of product on the shower shelf.

Shampoo, bar soap, yeah he had used those already. Shower gel? No, he wasn't gonna use that anyway. Oh, what about…FUCK. There were TWO bottles of conditioner. Damn. Time for a lame excuse.

"Hey, Nat?"

"Hmm?" she replied over the running faucet.

"There's this spot on my back that I can't reach."

At that, the sound of the tap stopped.

She yanked open the glass door, one hand on the handle, the other braced on the wall. A blast of cold air rushed over his skin, providing a sharp contrast against the hot water pelting his back.

"Is that really the best that you could come up with?" The steam from the shower billowed around her form.

"You have TWO bottles of conditioner in here!' Eliot's eyes widened for effect. She just laughed.

"Would you like to pull me in, or should I get in myself?" Natalia knew that a bad excuse had taken half of the fun out of it, but she was willing to play his little game.

"Pull," he sheepishly raked a hand through his hair.

"Robe on or off?"

"Wouldn't that ruin…" he gestured towards her robe, water dripping off of his fingers.

"Not real silk."

"On then."

"Starting over?"

"Yeah."

Natalia shut the shower door and walked back to the sink, smirking and shaking her head.

"Hey Nat? You're out of conditioner," he fought to hide a grin.

"Oh really?" She padded over to the shower and opened the glass door. "I thought…"

In a flash he snatched the collar of her robe and slammed her up against the back wall of the shower, standing between her and the spray as their lips mashed together. Natalia's instincts prevented her from hitting her head, but she had no need to be cautious, Eliot had protectively placed his hand between her and the wall. She arched into him, reflexively reacting to the cold tile stinging her skin through the fine material of her robe. But Eliot wanted her to know that he was in control. He used his body to press her back against the wall, causing her to cry out against his mouth.

He trailed a hand down across her neck to cup her left breast through silk that was growing wetter by the second. The hitter ran his thumb over a hardened nipple and her fingers flew to his wet locks, amused to find that he had already put conditioner in his hair. Steam curled around them as Eliot's hands slid down her sides and slipped behind to hold her lower back. She ran raked her nails across his muscled shoulders and down his forearms. In one swift motion he flipped her hands off of him and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. At that, her lips left his, head pressing back against the unforgiving tile as he ground his arousal up against her, a thin film of faux silk preventing torturously heated skin from making contact.

"Ffffuuckk," Eliot savored every letter as the curse dripped from the assassin's lips. Dripped like the drops of water that sat as a smattering of dew in her dark hair, and ran trails down the tendons of her neck before plunging between her breasts.

"See what you do to me?" He growled in her ear before running his tongue down her earlobe. Natalia felt control beginning to slip away.

She broke free of his grasp and shoved Eliot off and into the downpour, where her lips crashed into his in a desperate kiss. The water became another player in their passion, running over their mouths as tongues collided, trickling between frenzied bodies, saturating hair, skin, and artificial silk. Artificial silk that Eliot decided had served its purpose. He moved his hands from her jaw to peel the material off of her soaked skin, not willing to pry his lips from hers. The robe came free in his hands and he tossed it into a sopping heap in the corner of the shower. Finally able to fully feel his skin, Natalia threw her arms around his neck, and the hitter grabbed her ass, hoisting her up to where she could wrap her legs around his waist, backing her into the wall. His dick was aching by now. No more playing around.

"Down," he rumbled and promptly she released him, standing on her own two feet. He pulled away from Natalia's lips and looked straight into her eyes. She read him and with a smirk, gave up her control. Eliot growled in satisfaction and immediately he flipped her around and shoved her into the tile, the assassin's forearms bracing her against the impact. The hitter used his knee to nudge her legs farther apart and ran his calloused hands over the skin of her back, taking in the contours of muscle earned through years of punishing work. Eliot's thumbs firmly raked down both sides of her spine, perfectly fitting into the two dimples in the small of her back just above her butt. She moaned at his forceful yet soothing touch and Eliot couldn't help but smile. He planted kisses over her shoulders as he gathered her wet hair in his left fist and traced the tattoo at the base of her neck. An "M" with a devil's tail, a warning to the world that it was dealing with a Scorpio. He was a Cancer himself and remembered reading somewhere that their signs were good for each other, but at this point it didn't matter. He had her up against a wall. Right where he wanted her.

Eliot's left hand remained in her hair and his right gripped his cock, tracing the tip over her wet skin. He moved across her lower back, down the curve of her ass and finally between her legs, rubbing against her wetness. It was the only part of him she had direct contact with and she was aching to feel more.

"Eliot," she breathed, pushing back until her butt hit his lower abs. He grunted and pushed her back into the wall, covering her body with his, the heat from his skin satisfying her need to be touched. She felt his hot breath on her wet neck and he pulled her head back by her hair, enough for him to nip her throat and kiss her jaw.

"Tell me what you want," he growled in her ear, still grinding his cock against her.

"Put your fucking dick in me Eliot, before I do it myself."

He let out a low, rumbling, laugh, pushed all of his length into her and immediately began thrusting; forsaking any time her body may have needed to adjust. But she was right there with him, meeting his every move. The hitter's hands slid down to her hips, fingers digging into her skin as he used the leverage to plunge deeper into her. Natalia's fingers clawed at the tile, desperate for some kind of give as she used the strength in her arms to push back into him. He took in the sight of her muscles in her back and shoulders working to find pleasure. One hand left her hip to caress her skin, hot and slick under his fingers. Eliot grabbed her hair and she moaned as his thrusting grew more desperate, frenzied, and urgent, and he felt her abs tighten in response. She was close.

Eliot forced himself to pull away from her and he stumbled backwards into the spray. Natalia cursed at the loss of contact before Eliot grabbed her hip and flipped her around to face him, shoving her back into the wall. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes were locked in his, burning with a combination of lust and anger. She didn't take kindly to his denial of her pleasure. Eliot flashed a smirk and pushed his saturated hair out of his eyes before crushing his lips to hers and slipping back into her tight heat.

"I want to see your face when you come," Eliot ground out, his voice a deep Southern rasp.

"Oh God Eliot…" her fingers were buried in his hair, pulling to a point bordering pain. She braced her right leg up against the opposite wall and Eliot grabbed her thigh, fingers digging into her skin as he snuck a look at her face. Natalia was biting her bottom lip, eyes closed, brow slightly furrowed. The assassin felt his gaze and opened her eyes.

"Fuck," she whispered. Sweat mingled with water over Eliot's flushed skin, his lips parted, chest heaving with every breath. "Harder Eliot," she provoked.

Immediately he grabbed her ass, pulling her onto him, thrusting deeper than before. Her clit ground against his pubic bone as he pounded into her. Natalia's hands shot out to steady herself, her right against the glass just behind the door, her left colliding with bottles of product on the shelf before finding cold tile.

Eliot was on the edge of his release but wouldn't allow himself to come just yet. He was a gentleman. Ladies came first. He pushed fully into her and Natalia ground herself against him in hard, slow circles that felt amazing from inside her. Eliot slowly, barely rocked his hips against her and whispered in her ear.

"Come for me Natalia."

The hand on the glass wrapped around his neck, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. "Faster Eliot," she cried out huskily. He slammed into her tight, wet core with all of the strength in his thighs, her moans growing louder by the second. The assassin's left hand found his back, clawing red trails across his skin. Eliot could feel her inner walls start to clench around him as she began to scream in back-arching, heart-pounding pleasure. Her rhythmic contractions around his dick sent him over the edge and Eliot slammed the side of his fist into the tile above her head, letting out a coarse roar as he spilled himself inside her.

"Fuck Eliot," she whispered, running her fingers through his soaked hair, his expression just beginning to recover from his orgasm. Natalia kissed his neck and jaw until he turned to her, slipping his tongue into her mouth, running it along the inside of her teeth. When their lips parted, she smiled and he slid out of her. The assassin let her right leg down, Eliot still holding her in his arms.

"Hey Eliot?"

"Yeah?" he rumbled.

"Get your ass out so I can take a shower," she smiled and he laughed. With one last quick rinse he left her to her shower.