Whiskey in Mind
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maevebranTitle: Whiskey in Mind
Author: Maeve Bran
Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage, nor do I make any profit on this piece of fiction. It is purely for my own enjoyment.
Rated: R for sexual situations.
Notes: Set during the Leverage episode "The Two Live Crew Job". The title comes from a Kane song that I thought sort of describes these two. This definitely a PWP. Please do not expect actual plot.
Warnings: explicit het sex and handcuffs
Summary: A tag scene between Eliot and Mikel Dayan. 810 words.
Eliot looked at the handcuffs that he had swiftly covered up. He knew it was as 'nasty' as Hardison implied, but the handcuffs excited him. He leaned across the table and whispered in Mikel's ear.
An hour later, as he rounded the corner from the bar, a hand reached out and snagged him. He recognized the hand, so he didn't react with violence and let Mikel pull him in for a kiss. He returned it. Mikel slid her lips away from his and threw him against the wall of the building, then wrapped herself around him, licking and biting in little nips.
"Not here," Eliot finally managed to growl.
"Where, then?" Mikel said as her hand reached for his waistband.
"My place," Eliot replied, grabbing her wrist and dragging her in the direction of his truck.
"I like the sound of that," she said as she came along willingly.
The ten-minute drive home was the longest it had ever been. Eliot had to constantly remind himself to drive the speed limit and obey the traffic laws. As soon as he'd parked in his assigned space, he cut the engine, set the brake, and hopped out of the truck in one smooth motion. Mikel jumped down out of the truck and raced him into the building. They didn't bother with the elevator, but ran up the three flights of stairs.
Eliot fumbled with the keys but managed to get the door open on the second try. Then Mikel grabbed him and kissed him in that way she had of trying to climb all over him all at once. The momentum carried them through the door; her foot caught the door and kicked it shut as she banged him against the wall.
Eliot managed to free his hands enough to rip her shirt off and tug her camisole top up until they had to separate their mouths to get it the rest of the way off. As her clothes hit the floor, Mikel grabbed Eliot's belt buckle and undid it and pulled it free of the belt loops. With a flick of her wrist she snapped it like a lion tamer.
"Yes, ma'am," Eliot said, taking the hint to finish the job and get her as naked as possible, as soon as possible. He undid her jeans and followed them down as he pushed them down, trailing kisses down her stomach. She kneeled down to fish the handcuffs out of his back pocket and then pushed on his shoulders 'til he lay flat on the ground.
Mikel knelt astride his chest, then maneuvered his hands above his head and held them there with one of hers. She used the other to cuff first his right on one side of the foot of the solid oak coffee table, and then the left.
She stood back up and finished slowly removing her clothing. Eliot did the only thing he could and watched. When she knelt back down, she removed his shoes and socks, before climbing her way up to his bare tummy and taking little love bites. While her mouth was occupied, her hands inched down his pants and underwear. She slid those off the rest of the way and fished in his pocket for his wallet.
"What are you doing?" Eliot asked, more than a little concerned that another thief had her hands on his wallet.
Mikel rifled through the contents but only pulled out a small foil package. She closed the wallet and tossed it over her shoulder.
"Good thinking," Eliot said, right before coherent thought discontinued. She ripped open the packet and fit the contents to Eliot. Then she straddled his hips, but kept from making contact as she licked his neck and nibbled his ear.
"Now?" she whispered in his ear.
"Now," Eliot moaned. He strained up to meet her as she lowered herself onto him.
Hours later, Eliot woke up alone to the sound of his phone ringing. He tried to sit up, but found he was still handcuffed around the coffee table. He maneuvered himself with his back under the table and lifted it enough to slide the handcuffs free, then let the table down and stood, rushing for the phone. By the time he managed to undo the handcuffs, though, he'd missed the call. It went to voicemail.
"Eliot, I, uh. Wanted you to hear this from me. I'm taking a break. To find myself. I just wanted to let you know. If you need me, I'm just a phone call away. I was hoping to tell you in person, but this will do," Sophie said into the machine.
Eliot cursed. Damn mercenary women. Always complicating life.
He found his underwear and slipped them on before pouring himself a full glass of Jack Daniels. Whiskey seemed like a good idea after the night he'd had.
Author: Maeve Bran
Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage, nor do I make any profit on this piece of fiction. It is purely for my own enjoyment.
Rated: R for sexual situations.
Notes: Set during the Leverage episode "The Two Live Crew Job". The title comes from a Kane song that I thought sort of describes these two. This definitely a PWP. Please do not expect actual plot.
Warnings: explicit het sex and handcuffs
Summary: A tag scene between Eliot and Mikel Dayan. 810 words.
Eliot looked at the handcuffs that he had swiftly covered up. He knew it was as 'nasty' as Hardison implied, but the handcuffs excited him. He leaned across the table and whispered in Mikel's ear.
An hour later, as he rounded the corner from the bar, a hand reached out and snagged him. He recognized the hand, so he didn't react with violence and let Mikel pull him in for a kiss. He returned it. Mikel slid her lips away from his and threw him against the wall of the building, then wrapped herself around him, licking and biting in little nips.
"Not here," Eliot finally managed to growl.
"Where, then?" Mikel said as her hand reached for his waistband.
"My place," Eliot replied, grabbing her wrist and dragging her in the direction of his truck.
"I like the sound of that," she said as she came along willingly.
The ten-minute drive home was the longest it had ever been. Eliot had to constantly remind himself to drive the speed limit and obey the traffic laws. As soon as he'd parked in his assigned space, he cut the engine, set the brake, and hopped out of the truck in one smooth motion. Mikel jumped down out of the truck and raced him into the building. They didn't bother with the elevator, but ran up the three flights of stairs.
Eliot fumbled with the keys but managed to get the door open on the second try. Then Mikel grabbed him and kissed him in that way she had of trying to climb all over him all at once. The momentum carried them through the door; her foot caught the door and kicked it shut as she banged him against the wall.
Eliot managed to free his hands enough to rip her shirt off and tug her camisole top up until they had to separate their mouths to get it the rest of the way off. As her clothes hit the floor, Mikel grabbed Eliot's belt buckle and undid it and pulled it free of the belt loops. With a flick of her wrist she snapped it like a lion tamer.
"Yes, ma'am," Eliot said, taking the hint to finish the job and get her as naked as possible, as soon as possible. He undid her jeans and followed them down as he pushed them down, trailing kisses down her stomach. She kneeled down to fish the handcuffs out of his back pocket and then pushed on his shoulders 'til he lay flat on the ground.
Mikel knelt astride his chest, then maneuvered his hands above his head and held them there with one of hers. She used the other to cuff first his right on one side of the foot of the solid oak coffee table, and then the left.
She stood back up and finished slowly removing her clothing. Eliot did the only thing he could and watched. When she knelt back down, she removed his shoes and socks, before climbing her way up to his bare tummy and taking little love bites. While her mouth was occupied, her hands inched down his pants and underwear. She slid those off the rest of the way and fished in his pocket for his wallet.
"What are you doing?" Eliot asked, more than a little concerned that another thief had her hands on his wallet.
Mikel rifled through the contents but only pulled out a small foil package. She closed the wallet and tossed it over her shoulder.
"Good thinking," Eliot said, right before coherent thought discontinued. She ripped open the packet and fit the contents to Eliot. Then she straddled his hips, but kept from making contact as she licked his neck and nibbled his ear.
"Now?" she whispered in his ear.
"Now," Eliot moaned. He strained up to meet her as she lowered herself onto him.
Hours later, Eliot woke up alone to the sound of his phone ringing. He tried to sit up, but found he was still handcuffed around the coffee table. He maneuvered himself with his back under the table and lifted it enough to slide the handcuffs free, then let the table down and stood, rushing for the phone. By the time he managed to undo the handcuffs, though, he'd missed the call. It went to voicemail.
"Eliot, I, uh. Wanted you to hear this from me. I'm taking a break. To find myself. I just wanted to let you know. If you need me, I'm just a phone call away. I was hoping to tell you in person, but this will do," Sophie said into the machine.
Eliot cursed. Damn mercenary women. Always complicating life.
He found his underwear and slipped them on before pouring himself a full glass of Jack Daniels. Whiskey seemed like a good idea after the night he'd had.
