A Friendly Sparring Match
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maevebranTitle: A Friendly Sparring Match
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Leverage
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel the Series, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Leverage. I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun.
Summary: Eliot and Faith have a little friendly sparring match.
Word Count:369
Eliot knew from past experience that he really should not underestimate the female in front of him. She was half his size but the last time he was here she had wiped the floor with him. He knew this with his head but his heart and his macho male pride said she was just a small girl who shouldn't be strong enough to do any damage. He knew this but he was still surprised when after a few punches, he was flying through the air and landing roughly on the mat.
“I thought you'd remember what I can do,” Faith taunted.
“Oh. I, uh, remember,” Eliot panted as he gradually regained his breath. “I just couldn't believe what I remembered.”
Faith laughed. “Tough macho guy couldn't believe little old me could wipe the floor with him.”
“Yeah something like that,” Eliot said as he got up on his knees. “Just don't let Hardison know how easily you beet me.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Faith smiled as Eliot finally got back on his feet.
He got ready and ducked a few of Faith's punches. Eliot even landed a few before he found himself once more on his back on the ground, but this time he was ready for it and managed to pull Faith down with him while she was off balance. Eliot was pleased with himself for the split second it too for Faith to fall on top of him, driving what air was left in his lungs after the fall out.
Faith sprawled on top of Eliot for a moment before she managed to climb off of him, elbowing him in the chest and kneeing him in a rather tender spot.
“Ow. I thought Slayers were supposed to be more graceful than that,” Eliot gasped.
“Sorry,” Faith said as she held out her hand. “Have you had enough punishment yet?”
Eliot looked up at the smirking Slayer. “I think, for safety's sake, I'm going to have to say enough sparing for today.” He staggered to his feet.
“Smart move,” Faith said as she led the way out of the gym.
“Same time tomorrow?” Eliot asked as he followed her out.
“Sure,” Faith agreed with a smile.
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Leverage
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel the Series, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or Leverage. I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun.
Summary: Eliot and Faith have a little friendly sparring match.
Word Count:369
Eliot knew from past experience that he really should not underestimate the female in front of him. She was half his size but the last time he was here she had wiped the floor with him. He knew this with his head but his heart and his macho male pride said she was just a small girl who shouldn't be strong enough to do any damage. He knew this but he was still surprised when after a few punches, he was flying through the air and landing roughly on the mat.
“I thought you'd remember what I can do,” Faith taunted.
“Oh. I, uh, remember,” Eliot panted as he gradually regained his breath. “I just couldn't believe what I remembered.”
Faith laughed. “Tough macho guy couldn't believe little old me could wipe the floor with him.”
“Yeah something like that,” Eliot said as he got up on his knees. “Just don't let Hardison know how easily you beet me.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Faith smiled as Eliot finally got back on his feet.
He got ready and ducked a few of Faith's punches. Eliot even landed a few before he found himself once more on his back on the ground, but this time he was ready for it and managed to pull Faith down with him while she was off balance. Eliot was pleased with himself for the split second it too for Faith to fall on top of him, driving what air was left in his lungs after the fall out.
Faith sprawled on top of Eliot for a moment before she managed to climb off of him, elbowing him in the chest and kneeing him in a rather tender spot.
“Ow. I thought Slayers were supposed to be more graceful than that,” Eliot gasped.
“Sorry,” Faith said as she held out her hand. “Have you had enough punishment yet?”
Eliot looked up at the smirking Slayer. “I think, for safety's sake, I'm going to have to say enough sparing for today.” He staggered to his feet.
“Smart move,” Faith said as she led the way out of the gym.
“Same time tomorrow?” Eliot asked as he followed her out.
“Sure,” Faith agreed with a smile.
