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paulacasTitle: Is There Something You’d Like To Tell Me?
Author: YanzaDracan
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot/Nate
Rating: FRT
Summary: Prompt - nail polish and eyeliner (it's not what you think!)
Eliot had just finished painting the thin black outline on his eyelid when he heard the gasp. He focused on the figure behind him in the mirror while he finished checking his appearance. A touch of mascara to the tips of his already dark eyelashes and he was done.
Nate was still speechless when Eliot pushed past him to pick up his leather motorcycle jacket and fingerless gloves.
The ‘Eliot’ that came out of Nate’s mouth sounded strangled and breathless. He turned around to face the older man.
“What?” He tugged the gloves on impatiently black nail polish reflecting the light as he flexed his hands to settle the gloves.
Wide blue eyes ran over the retrieval specialist’s appearance. Black leather pants lacing running ‘everywhere’. Down the sides of the muscular legs to flair out over heavy black boots. Black lace pirate shirt, *LACE!*, that gave tantalizing peeks of the sculpted torso underneath. Lace frothed from under the sleeves of the leather jacket and spilled over the fingerless gloves. The black clothes and eye makeup leeched all the blue from Eliot’s eyes making the pale orbs hypnotic. The Portland humidity caused the long dark hair to lie in ringlets over the broad shoulders.
Nate’s mouth went dry and his body tightened at the fey creature in front of him.
“Uh—um where are you going?”
“Meet a client I’ve done work for before.”
Eliot grabbed his keys and wallet of the dresser and headed for the door.
Nate attempted to gather his scattered wits, gravitating closer to Eliot.
“Solo job?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me about it when you get back?” He licked his still dry lips.
Snake fast, Eliot grabbed the back of Nate’s neck and pulled him in for a hard kiss that was all teeth and tongue. When he felt the older man go limp he released him.
“You really wanna talk when I git back?” An arrogant smirk appeared on the handsome face.
“Um…no.” Nate shook his head trying to get his brain to work.
As Eliot opened the door, Nate called out.
“Eliot?”
With an eye roll he turned back. “What now?”
“You—uh,” Nate waved a finger back and forth, “you smeared your lipstick.”
The chuckle from the hitter was low and naughty. “So did you, Nate.”
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Date: 2010-01-18 11:59 am (UTC)JR trolls c_f, his eyes light up. "Oh, that's priceless. We have to do that!" He turns around. "Kane? Get over here, I have an idea."
Chris hesitates. "John, I don't like that gleeful look on your face. What are you up to?" His eyes widen. "Is that... eyeliner? Oh no. No. Get away from me... I said get away! I don't wanna hit you... no! Help! Steeeeve!"
Steve leans in the doorframe and smirks. "Dunno, it looks kinda hot..."
Chris collapses.
The end.
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