FIC: Kitchen Delight
Title: Kitchen Delight
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: Leverage
Categories: Nate Ford/Eliot Spencer, Domestic Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to: You, for reading. catgirlemi_7 for the prompt 'Leverage, Nate/Eliot, Whip Cream' at comment_fic that inspired this ficlet.
Disclaimer: Nathan Ford & Eliot Spencer belong to GodJohn Rogers, Dean Devlin et al. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: There's something very erotic about Eliot; it's there in everything he does, fluid beneath his skin in every little movement. And Nate loves it...
There's something very erotic about Eliot; it's there in everything he does, fluid beneath his skin in every little movement. And Nate loves it, loves watching him. Will quite happily spend hours watching him; fight, walk, sit, ride... doesn't matter what because that eroticism is there.
But then, when you put Eliot in his element, in the kitchen, that eroticism and sensuality just explodes.
So, Nate settles himself down at the table, coffee mug in hand and just watches. Watches Eliot cooking. Baking. His hair loose, pulled back from his face with a bandana. Black pyjama pants laying low on his hips. A navy wife beater showing the play of the muscles in his arms and shoulders as he whisks the bowl of cream, whipping it up.
Eliot turns, bowl in hands and sits down opposite Nate. He places the bowl on the centre of the table between them and dips his finger into the cream. He raises it to his lips and sucks it off, then repeats the motion, smearing the cream over Nate's lips.
Nate grins, his hand shooting out to grasp Eliot's wrist. He lifts Eliot's hand to his mouth, sucking his finger between his lips, making the younger man moan and lean forward, fisting a hand in Nate's shirt and dragging him up, forward, over the table to kiss him; Nate's hand fisting in Eliot's hair as they kiss, hard and needy.
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: Leverage
Categories: Nate Ford/Eliot Spencer, Domestic Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Thanks to: You, for reading. catgirlemi_7 for the prompt 'Leverage, Nate/Eliot, Whip Cream' at comment_fic that inspired this ficlet.
Disclaimer: Nathan Ford & Eliot Spencer belong to GodJohn Rogers, Dean Devlin et al. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: There's something very erotic about Eliot; it's there in everything he does, fluid beneath his skin in every little movement. And Nate loves it...
There's something very erotic about Eliot; it's there in everything he does, fluid beneath his skin in every little movement. And Nate loves it, loves watching him. Will quite happily spend hours watching him; fight, walk, sit, ride... doesn't matter what because that eroticism is there.
But then, when you put Eliot in his element, in the kitchen, that eroticism and sensuality just explodes.
So, Nate settles himself down at the table, coffee mug in hand and just watches. Watches Eliot cooking. Baking. His hair loose, pulled back from his face with a bandana. Black pyjama pants laying low on his hips. A navy wife beater showing the play of the muscles in his arms and shoulders as he whisks the bowl of cream, whipping it up.
Eliot turns, bowl in hands and sits down opposite Nate. He places the bowl on the centre of the table between them and dips his finger into the cream. He raises it to his lips and sucks it off, then repeats the motion, smearing the cream over Nate's lips.
Nate grins, his hand shooting out to grasp Eliot's wrist. He lifts Eliot's hand to his mouth, sucking his finger between his lips, making the younger man moan and lean forward, fisting a hand in Nate's shirt and dragging him up, forward, over the table to kiss him; Nate's hand fisting in Eliot's hair as they kiss, hard and needy.