Fic: Losing Ground [7]
Fic: Losing Ground [7]
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: None
AN: See parts [2] and [3].
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[7]
Sophie hung elegantly off Eliot's arm, knowing exactly how they looked together and loving the attention she could *feel* from the room as they stepped through the door. They were tastefully overdressed, just enough to draw attention and hold it. Every person in the room would have seen them and would recognise them by the end of the night. In situations like this it didn't matter that Eliot didn't speak or that she didn't meet anyone's eyes. It gave them the air of indifference they needed to imply the wealth, and careful name dropping would give the other guests access to any other information they cared to research, courtesy of Hardison.
Eliot turned her subtly, drawing a plus sign where his hand rested on her hip. This was their mark. She smiled and studied the muted colours of the suit jacket as the marked stepped through her band of focus and then in too close.
In those clothes? This mark was going to be too easy.
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Masterpost
Author: LMX
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: None
AN: See parts [2] and [3].
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19]
[7]
Sophie hung elegantly off Eliot's arm, knowing exactly how they looked together and loving the attention she could *feel* from the room as they stepped through the door. They were tastefully overdressed, just enough to draw attention and hold it. Every person in the room would have seen them and would recognise them by the end of the night. In situations like this it didn't matter that Eliot didn't speak or that she didn't meet anyone's eyes. It gave them the air of indifference they needed to imply the wealth, and careful name dropping would give the other guests access to any other information they cared to research, courtesy of Hardison.
Eliot turned her subtly, drawing a plus sign where his hand rested on her hip. This was their mark. She smiled and studied the muted colours of the suit jacket as the marked stepped through her band of focus and then in too close.
In those clothes? This mark was going to be too easy.
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Masterpost