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: Special appearances by Parker and Hardison this chapter! Don't forget to review!

Chapter 8

Natalia returned about 20 minutes later and dished out some food and water for the puppy, and closed the bathroom door to prevent the noise from waking Eliot. She slipped off her shoes and clothes, leaving only her underwear, and washed her face before padding back to the bedroom. Eliot was lying on his back on top of the sheets, his right hand on his stomach. She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her lover and really, the closest thing she had to a best friend. Her eyes traced the contours of his face, his brown hair splayed across the white pillow, the curves of his arms, heavy with muscle. They lingered on the scarred fingers on his stomach that rose and fell with his every breath. Those brutal fingers were capable of such intimacy when they were trailing through her hair, moving across her breasts, or tracing the curve of her face. She was privy to a tenderness that few could even fathom. Natalia smiled to herself before her gaze fell on the tendrils of ink that spread across his left calf. The tattoo was a self-inflicted scar that he had acquired long ago. It had been a huge turn-on the very first time he showed it to her and she wasn't sure that it had lost its appeal just yet. The assassin laughed softly as she climbed into bed, gently pressing her body against him and lacing her fingers through his. He lazily stirred at the addition of new warmth to his space and wrapped his left arm around her.

"Mmmm," he rumbled when his hand found skin in lieu of fabric. Her hand crept under his black tank, fingers tracing the contours of his stomach.

"Off," she whispered as she lightly tugged on the hem of his shirt. She wanted to feel him and the fabric was diluting the sensation. He wriggled around a bit to oblige her request and finally skin met skin, satisfying a primal hunger for contact. She rested her head against his shoulder and laced one smooth leg through his as he stroked her hair and drifted back to sleep.

Eliot woke to the sound of thunder and rain spattering against the balcony door. His body abruptly and involuntarily tensed, shaking Natalia from her slumber.

"Afternoon thunderstorm," she whispered, nuzzling her nose against his neck. "Should pass in a few minutes." Eliot was well aware that it rained at just about the same time every afternoon in tropical regions, he had just forgotten that he was in one. In his drowsy state, the thunder sounded an awful lot like the echoes of explosions past that sometimes replayed in his dreams. The sudden noise opened a floodgate of memories that he would have rather kept locked away.

"I'm sorry," his voice barely audible. He couldn't anticipate the relapse of emotion, nor could he control it.

"It's okay," she purred, rubbing a hand soothingly along his stomach in an attempt to diffuse the sudden tension. She knew where his mind was. Hers sometimes went there too. As terrible as it could be, it also meant that she knew how to deal with it. Natalia sat up and straddled him before she murmured, "come here." Eliot sat up and she pressed her body against him, wrapping her arms firmly around his neck. She knew just how powerful it was to just be held in moments like these. "I've got you Eliot." He tightened his arms around her waist and buried his face in her shoulder, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

"I'll always have you," Natalia whispered in his ear. After a few moments she could feel his heartbeat begin to slow and level out and she loosened her grip on his neck as his eyes met hers. They were tinged with a bit more grey than usual. The assassin's lips found his, slowly and softly sucking on his mouth, reinforcing her statement through touch. She understood him.

"Thunder doesn't get you sometimes?" Eliot asked when their lips parted. Her arms rested loosely on his shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

"Not thunder so much as things that make loud 'bangs' or 'pops.' Car backfires, doors slamming, balloons popping."

"Soda cans being opened," Eliot continued.

"YES," she smiled. "I thought I was the only one who got that."

"Nope. Champagne will do it sometimes too," the hitter trailed his fingers over her back, finding solace in the fact that he wasn't alone. Or crazy.

"I almost pulled a .45 on a waiter at The Ivy when he popped open a bottle. I wasn't even on a job."

"You had a Colt .45 on you at The Ivy…" Eliot gave her a look.

"My Colt is my best friend. We go everywhere together."

Eliot laughed because it was true. She even had it in her giant handbag today, as he discovered when she asked him to hold it for a minute while she tried on a jacket. "I really don't think you need any more deadly weapons on you than you already have," he growled huskily.

"Oh really?" She arched an eyebrow. "And what are those?" Fake question. She knew exactly what he meant.

"Well for one, these right here," he trailed his nose along the curves of her breasts that peeked out over her bra, planting kisses on her warm skin before nipping her left breast through the fabric. She arched into him at the sensation, heightened by his stubble scratching against her skin. She could feel him stiffen under her.

"What else Eliot," she moved her hips teasingly against him, provoking the hitter.

He let out a low mischievous laugh. His hands suddenly gripped her waist hard, picking her up just enough to flip her over and shove her face-down onto the bed in front of him. Natalia let out a harsh moan as Eliot ran his calloused fingers down the small of her back and over the full curves of her butt.

"This fucking ass," his voice started to take on that deep gruff tone that betrayed his arousal. He leaned over her, supporting his weight with a hand on either side of her head, kissing her cheek, neck, and shoulder.

"Oh God, Eliot," she groaned as he positioned the tent in his boxer-briefs between her legs, grinding himself slowly against her. Even through her underwear she could feel his searing heat and just how hard she was making him. She rolled her hips in circles causing him to bite his bottom lip and groan. Eliot kissed his way down her neck, trailing his tongue over her skin before gently biting her shoulder. He was about to unhook her bra, but was stopped by the jarring clatter of a phone vibrating against the dresser.

"Shit," Eliot grunted before leaning back on his haunches and grabbing his phone. He growled when he saw the name on the caller ID. Parker. He should probably get that. She'd be upset if he ignored her.

"Hey," he answered, twisting to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Eliot!" The voice on the other end of the line excitedly replied. "So what are ya doing? What are you up to?"

"Nothin' Parker," he fought to hide the annoyance in his voice. "Is there something you need?" He could feel Natalia moving around on the bed behind him.

"Nah, just wanted to say 'hi.'"

"Hi," he replied unenthusiastically and ran his fingers though his hair. Natalia wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed the back of his left shoulder before pressing her body against his. His eyes widened a fraction. She had taken off her bra.

"Hardison said that you're in Cuba," she was crunching away on cereal, her mouth half open as she chewed, in typical Parker style. Natalia's fingers trailed lightly over his biceps and brushed his soft brown strands off of his neck, exposing his skin to her nips and kisses. "Whatcha doing in Cuba?"

"Seeing a friend," he wasn't in the mood to make small talk. But she was Parker and he couldn't exactly get mad at her. That would be like getting angry at a small child. Or kicking a puppy…or something. "Is Hardison there right now?" The hacker was a more appropriate target, and was so going to get it for giving his whereabouts away.

"Nah, he went to the grocery store. I thought you weren't allowed to go to Cuba."

"You're not, Parker, but there are ways around it," his voice grew rough as Natalia's tongue played with his earlobe.

"So, what's so important that you wanted to get around it?" Eliot could hear the clink of a metal spoon against her teeth as she shoveled another bite into her mouth.

"I told you, I wanted to see someone." Someone whose hands had made their way into his lap.

"Audrey," Parker stated matter-of-factly.

"How did you…? Look, why are you asking me all of these questions when you already know the answers?" Eliot was definitely annoyed now.

"I wanted to talk to you. I miss everyone."

"Parker, I haven't …oh fuck… even been gone a day," he struggled to get the words out. Natalia was fondling his balls through his maroon boxer briefs, still nibbling on his ear. His cock was so hard it almost hurt and he was sure that he was leaking enough pre-come to soak through the fabric of his underwear.

"Yeah, but still. So what's she like? Is she hot? Hardison said she was hot," this Natalia heard. She ceased her ministrations and buried her face in the back of his shoulder so that Parker wouldn't hear her choke back a laugh. Eliot smiled.

"Yeah. She's really hot," he stressed his words as the assassin's hands went back to the heat in his lap. This time her fingers slipped under the waistband. He propped himself up and helped her pull them off, freeing him from his cloth prison, relieving some of the ache it had been causing. Her fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking him slowly and teasingly.

"Hardison wouldn't show me her picture. I think you should take one on your phone and send it to me."

Eliot hadn't actually heard what Parker had said. He could have sworn that the blood had left his ears and gone straight to his cock. The assassin's hands were magic; she twisted her wrist a bit on the upstroke and squeezed just hard enough over the tip on the way down.

"Wh...what Parker?" He growled, more dazed than angry.

"Take a picture!" She was a bit peeved with his lack of attention. Just then Natalia pulled away from him and shuffled around on the bed before Eliot started seeing black.

The little minx had just blindfolded him. With her underwear.

"I, uhhm, don't think…maybe later…Parker," he ground out. He didn't usually like this; he had been blindfolded in more unfavorable conditions than he could count. It symbolized a clear distinction of power. A total loss of control. There were only two people in the world he would allow to do this to him. One was Aimee. The other, was currently raking her nails down his back. And to do it while he was on the phone. With Parker of all people. He supposed the only thing worse would be Sophie. Thank God it wasn't Sophie. Sophie would have figured out what was happening on his end of the line. That would have been embarrassing.

"Ughh fine," Parker huffed. Natalia had gotten off of the bed to stand in front of him. She trailed her fingers down his chest, sending chills up his spine and making his cock twitch. "Can I talk to her?" Came Parker's voice again. Goddamit. Why the hell was Parker so fascinated with her? She didn't give a shit about anyone else he fucked. What made this so special? If Hardison had told her that Natalia…or…Audrey, rather…was an assassin, he swore he was going to punch him in the face. He wasn't supposed to say ANYTHING let alone give away her identity. Yeah, he was gonna punch him in the face alright.

Before Eliot could answer, Natalia took his cell from him and shoved him back onto the bed.

"Hello Parker," she practically purred into the phone.

"Oh my God you're a real person!" Parker screamed so loud that even Eliot could hear her.

The assassin laughed, "Yes Parker, I'm a real person." She straddled Eliot's hips and leaned down to kiss him, holding the phone just far enough away from her mouth that Parker wouldn't be able to hear the sound of their lips pressed together.

"So how do you know Eliot?" Parker probed.

"We went to school together," she offered a simple answer to the thief's question as her lips found Eliot's clavicle before gently nipping a trail down his chest and stomach. His right hand tangled in her soft hair, while his left fit in the curve of her neck, thumb tracing circles over her throat.

"Cool. So did Eliot have long hair back then?" The hitter could still make out Parker's questions and their triviality would have pissed him off more if Natalia's mouth wasn't so close to his dick.

The assassin let out a soft laugh, her warm, moist breath ghosting over his cock. "No, it was short back then."

"Oh. I don't think he'd look good with short hair," at that Eliot's hands left the assassin and raked through his now longer and apparently better hair in a display of frustration.

"I like the long hair too," she smiled, "but I think Eliot wants his phone back now. It was nice talking to you Parker," Natalia warmly responded before reaching up to hold the phone to Eliot's ear for him to take.

"Parker…"

"I like her. She's nice," the thief offered her approval.

"Yeah, well we're going to dinner now," his voice tensed as the assassin's tongue traced the underside of his cock.

"Whoa, are you okay Eliot?" Parker was surprised at his sudden change in tone.

"Yeah, Parker, I just…stubbed my toe," his voice was rough as her lips slipped over his tip and she took him deeper into her mouth.

"Well, don't do that!" She chastised. "Call me later then."

"Bye…Parker," he quickly hung up the phone and unceremoniously flung it onto the bed before his hands returned to her hair. She had her right fist around the base of his shaft, the fingers of her left hand toying with the trail of hair that lead from his belly button to his package. He was panting through parted lips and bucking his hips up to her mouth.

Just then a phone rang.

Back in Boston, Hardison had just walked through the door to his apartment carrying three grocery bags, two of which were filled with milk and cereal.

"Hey girl, what have you been up to?" He set the contents of his arms on the kitchen counter as the thief came bounding in from the living room.

"I called Eliot," she stuffed her hands into her back pockets.

"And? Did you actually get him?" The hacker turned to put milk in the fridge.

"It doesn't really matter anymore that you didn't show me her picture. I got to talk to her."

At that, Hardison looked up from what he was doing. "You got to talk to the assassin?"

"Yeah," the look on Parker's face was one of pure victory. "She's nice."

"Wha…well what did she say?" He was pissed that she of all people had gotten to talk to the girl he had been secretly fantasizing about for the last day.

"I'm not telling you," she teased.

"Dammit Parker. What did she sound like? Did she sound hot?"

"Hot has a sound?"

"Pa…just…never mind," he put a box of cereal in front of her. "You know what? Fine. I'll just go look at her picture again," he glared defiantly before walking off to his study, or as Parker called it, the "Computer Fortress."

"Can I see?" She called after him.

"NO."

Parker smirked at her victory before returning to the couch, her hand stuffed into a freshly opened box of what Hardison referred to as "Fruity Something-or-Other." She was enjoying this little game. Mostly because she was playing it with him. And winning.

Vacation wasn't so bad after all.