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: Sooo sorry that this update took as long as it did. I've got one more chapter left to finish off this story and that should be up very soon. Hope you all enjoy and don't forget to review!

Chapter 13

"Ready?" Natalia stood in the bathroom doorway watching her lover fiddle with his hair in the mirror.

Eliot turned on his heel to face her, involuntarily resting a hand over his heart. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, her body encased in a painted-on, black, one-shoulder dress with a full sleeve on her left arm. Triangular leather insets curved around her waist, hips, and arm, gripping her like they were molded to her body. She was wearing those fuck-me pumps again and stared back at him through artfully smudged eyeliner.

"Damn, momma," he let out the breath he had been unconsciously holding. He was wearing his black dress shirt tucked neatly into slacks of the same shade with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

She prowled over to him, her fingers deftly adjusting his collar before she opened the first three buttons on his shirt, exposing the necklace he was wearing, and a fair bit of skin. "So where are we off to tonight," she purred.

"A candlelit seafood dinner at the fanciest restaurant the concierge could think of," he placed his palms on the small of her back, pressing her body to his, "and then I'm gonna bring you back here," he planted kisses on her neck, "peel this dress off of you," he whispered in her ear, "and fuck you until you pass out." His statement was so definitive, his voice so sexy and confident in his assertion that she was tempted to skip dinner entirely. She moaned as his hands slipped down the fabric to grab her ass.

"Easy big boy, I thought you wanted to keep that reservation," she wrapped her arms around his neck, staring him down through those seductive eyes. Reluctantly he released her, pausing a moment to watch her saunter away. Eliot was having doubts about those reservations right about now too. But he collected himself, slipped on his boots, and followed her out the door.

It wasn't long before they were seated at a candle-lit booth, tucked away in the corner of a ritzy restaurant. Eliot waited politely for Natalia to slide into the seat before he did the same. Meals were ordered and an ice bucket with chilled champagne was placed on the table. Eliot poured Natalia a glass before filling his own. He watched her wrap her long fingers around the flute and bring the glass to her lips before she felt his gaze on her.

"What have you been up to all day?" She asked, leaning back into the plush seat. Her green eyes glimmered in the glow of the candlelight.

"I took Hannibal out for a walk, went for a swim in the pool, showered, blow dried my hair, paid a visit to the concierge and found this place," he gestured idly around the booth with one hand, "then I had sex with a stunning woman. All in all not a bad day," he smiled warmly.

"And to think I slept it all away," she laughed. "You can stay in the room another 5 days," her tone suddenly turned somber, her gaze directed at some invisible spot on the maroon tablecloth. "Uncle Sam paid for a week's stay after I finished my job."

"Sometimes I think he doesn't understand the meaning of vacation," Eliot growled. You deserved a vacation when you were one of the best. Thing is, when you were one of the best, Uncle Sam couldn't afford to give you one.

"It happens," she shrugged it off, taking another sip of champagne.

"I tell you momma, I don't know how you do it."

"Comes with the territory, El."

"Do you ever regret it?" It was a seemingly loaded question and he was surprised when her answer came swiftly with shocking clarity.

"No," she started back at him from under her long lashes, eyes burning with resolute passion. "This is my life now because I chose it. I don't live with the consequences of that decision, I thrive on them. I've never known a desk job in my life – and I never want to. Sure, I liked my life before this. I did the college thing and came out of school doing something I believed in, something I could be proud of. But it was easy. It was monotonous. I wasn't built for that cage. And I sure as hell don't want to go back. I'd go insane. I don't think people like us – people who've lived the way we have – can ever go back."

Eliot paused for a moment before his fingers found the stem of his champagne glass, which he clinked against hers with a smirk. Every word was true.

She looked up at their waiter as he brought their food, flashing a smile in thanks. They spent the rest of their meal discussing decidedly lighter things before their waiter came to clear their plates. They passed on dessert before walking back to their hotel, Eliot's arm wrapped around Natalia's shoulder. Her body was tense, be it with anxiety or just plain exhaustion accumulated over her past few jobs. Maybe even a little bit of soreness from taking the delicious punishment he had dealt her nonstop for the past two days. He kissed the top of her head and vowed to make it up to her.

When they returned to their room, Natalia kicked off her shoes and went through her routine of tending to the puppy before washing off her makeup. She returned to the bedroom and was about to unzip her dress when she felt Eliot's chest pressed against her back, arms wrapped low around her waist.

His nose traced the curve of her neck before he breathed in her ear. "I got this," he rumbled before his fingers moved to the zipper on the back of her dress. He slowly pulled on the metal tab, watching as it slid easily down her back before just barely gliding over the full curve of her ass. When he reached the stop he slid his hands under the fabric, caressing her back with firm hands while kissing her neck. She pulled her arm out of the one sleeve before Eliot slid the dress off of her, taking note of the dark blue lace band thong and the complete absence of a bra. He pressed his body against hers once more and she was met only by skin, save for his boxer briefs.

The hitter's hands slid down her sides before flattening against her stomach, fingers slipping under the lace waistband of her underwear. She let out a moan as his fingers moved lower to cup her heat in his palm, her breathing growing heavier as he stroked her. Natalia reached behind her, her fingers finding the heated skin of his neck, trailing up to tangle in his hair.

"Bed," he growled in her ear and she complied, with Eliot not far behind. He pulled back the sheets as he kissed her. "On your stomach," he prompted before straddling her, supporting his weight with his thighs.

His calloused fingers gently removed the band from her hair, combing through it to free it from the constraints of the bun it had been in. He gently pushed the dark strands off of her neck and back, leaving it to cascade across the white case of the feather pillow below her. The hitter brushed his lips across the skin just above her tattoo, causing chills to shoot up her spine before finally manifesting in a moan as he laved her skin with his tongue. He dug the heels of his palms into her shoulders, massaging her strained muscles until he felt the tension dissipate. He continued across her entire back, applying varying amounts of pressure according to her moans and the knots that he felt. Calloused fingers trailed lazy circles over soft skin, barely brushing against her before he dug his thumbs into either side of her spine, running them down the entire length of her back.

"Eliot…" came a husky voice from below him.

"Hmm?" He rumbled low and calm in reply.

"You're making me sleepy," her words tranquil and on the brink of slumber.

"Don't fight it momma," he whispered, leaning down to kiss the back of her shoulder, trailing up to her ear. He continued to knead soft patterns into her back pressing light kisses against her skin, feeling her breathing even out, and fall into a pattern he recognized as sleep. Eliot settled into the bed beside her, looping an arm around her waist. He was well aware that the tranquil, beautiful woman before him would be gone within hours. And there was nothing he could do about it. She felt the weight of his touch, and perhaps his thoughts, and snuggled into his chest, lacing her leg through his, draping one arm over his hip. He was asleep within minutes.

Sometime into his 90 minutes of sleep, the early hours of the morning found the hitter wildly entangled with the assassin. He was buried inside her, fingers in her hair as she slammed a hand into the wall above the headboard to brace herself. Her thighs were tight around his waist as she rode him and Eliot's hands moved down her back before gripping her ass and pulling her harder onto him. She leaned down to kiss him and his tongue frantically invaded her mouth. The hitter's body was absolutely starving for every inch of hers. Every thrust was a desperate attempt to feel her, to be a part of her.

Natalia couldn't hold back the moans as Eliot's pace increased in urgency. Every kiss felt as though he was stealing the breath from her throat. Every touch burned her skin with absolute desire. He seized her hips with both hands, flipping her over onto her back. She raked her hands through his hair, pulling his lips to hers again as she bucked her hips up to meet his.

"Eliot…" her voice stained with breathless urgency.

"Natalia," he moaned.

"I need you," she gasped. She needed him deeper, harder, faster. She needed every inch, every burning ounce of Eliot. Her Eliot.

"Look at me," he growled, one hand to the side of her head, supporting his weight, the other holding her jaw. She fought to keep her eyes open in spite of every nerve screaming at her to shut them and let go. The sight of her below him was enough to make him insane. "Oh God…" he groaned. She tipped her head back and he ran his fingers over her neck before his lips attacked the newly exposed skin.

"Yesss…Eliot," she reached a hand up to press against the headboard, her feet digging into the backs of his thighs. Natalia drug her nails across his back, panting his name amidst moans and curses. "El…please. Now Eliot. I…oohhhh El…"

Eliot braced himself on both hands, slamming into her hard, feeling her walls tighten as she pushed firmly against the headboard and arched up into his chest as she came. Natalia's scream sent him over the edge with a roar, her contractions milking his dick for every last ounce of come from his orgasm. He shuddered as he came down from his high, rolling to the side before collapsing in a sated heap.

The sounds of their labored breathing filled the air before Natalia rested her head on Eliot's chest, her arm low around his hip, tracing small circles across his skin, still hazy from her orgasm. The hitter wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

"Love you," he drawled lazily as he drifted off to sleep once again.

"Love you too."