Comment fic, part deux
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merry_gentry on July 24th, 2010 01:25 am (local)
Leverage/Mag 7, Eliot &/ Ezra (and their teams) - when Ezra's in trouble, he calls Eliot
Calling Home
It had been a while since and operation had gone south so badly. Here he was, trapped in a farmhouse outside of Boston and he’d lost contact with his team. The sellers he was supposed to meet with had somehow tripped onto the fact he wasn’t really there to get a great deal on a large shipment of smuggled booze but was instead with the ATF.
He’d gotten away, but just barely and his wire was gone. No contact with his team since the previous day and he wasn’t sure that they hadn’t been caught in the crossfire.
Ezra checked his phone again, hoping against all hope that his team had texted him sometime in the last minute since he’d last looked.
Again the screen was blank, no missed calls or text messages.
‘Shit!’ he thought to himself. There was nothing left to do but call Eliot instead. He’d not talked with him on over a month but he knew that if he needed him Eliot would be there for him.
He glanced again at his phone again, but still nothing. Screwing up his resolve, he dialed Eliot’s number and waited for the phone to be answered.
This one will be expanded on, but the muse is taking it a different direction than what I originally thought
sheryden on July 24th, 2010 12:50 am (local)
Leverage, Nate/Eliot, it turns Nate on when Eliot wears glasses
Nate had a problem and he wasn’t sure how to fix it.
He glanced again at Eliot who was sitting on the couch reading. His eyes focused on the pair of wire glasses perched on Eliot’s face. He wasn’t sure why adding glasses to the already handsome face made such a difference but it did, at least to Nate.
Whenever he’d catch a glimpse of Eliot in glasses his heart would beat a little harder and his breath would come a little faster. He’d originally chalked it up to high blood pressure from his drinking, but a little self reflection made him admit, at least to himself that the symptoms weren’t HBP but rather love.
The question was, should he or shouldn’t he say anything to Eliot about it?
The answer it turns out was simple. All it took was Eliot marking his place in the book before standing and setting it aside as he stepped into Nate’s personal space. “You’re thinking to hard about it” he said and then kissed Nate solving the problem.
theeverdream on July 24th, 2010 02:19 am (local)
White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, getting off together thinking about Neil
The first time it happened Ell pretended that she didn't hear Peter grunt Neal as he came.
The first time Peter ignored it was when Ell let out a breathy gasp of Neal as he pushed inside her.
The first time they didn't ignore it, Peter began with talking about Neal's hands. How supple they moved and what it would be like to have those oh so talented hands focused on Ell as he mapped out her body with his own hands.
Ell joined in with a description of watching Neal dance and how she thought his abilities on the dance floor could be easily enjoyed in the bedroom as her hips lifted in response to Peter's hands.
Both moaned Neal's name as they came.
merry_gentry on July 24th, 2010 01:25 am (local)Leverage/Mag 7, Eliot &/ Ezra (and their teams) - when Ezra's in trouble, he calls Eliot
Calling Home
It had been a while since and operation had gone south so badly. Here he was, trapped in a farmhouse outside of Boston and he’d lost contact with his team. The sellers he was supposed to meet with had somehow tripped onto the fact he wasn’t really there to get a great deal on a large shipment of smuggled booze but was instead with the ATF.
He’d gotten away, but just barely and his wire was gone. No contact with his team since the previous day and he wasn’t sure that they hadn’t been caught in the crossfire.
Ezra checked his phone again, hoping against all hope that his team had texted him sometime in the last minute since he’d last looked.
Again the screen was blank, no missed calls or text messages.
‘Shit!’ he thought to himself. There was nothing left to do but call Eliot instead. He’d not talked with him on over a month but he knew that if he needed him Eliot would be there for him.
He glanced again at his phone again, but still nothing. Screwing up his resolve, he dialed Eliot’s number and waited for the phone to be answered.
This one will be expanded on, but the muse is taking it a different direction than what I originally thought
sheryden on July 24th, 2010 12:50 am (local)Leverage, Nate/Eliot, it turns Nate on when Eliot wears glasses
Nate had a problem and he wasn’t sure how to fix it.
He glanced again at Eliot who was sitting on the couch reading. His eyes focused on the pair of wire glasses perched on Eliot’s face. He wasn’t sure why adding glasses to the already handsome face made such a difference but it did, at least to Nate.
Whenever he’d catch a glimpse of Eliot in glasses his heart would beat a little harder and his breath would come a little faster. He’d originally chalked it up to high blood pressure from his drinking, but a little self reflection made him admit, at least to himself that the symptoms weren’t HBP but rather love.
The question was, should he or shouldn’t he say anything to Eliot about it?
The answer it turns out was simple. All it took was Eliot marking his place in the book before standing and setting it aside as he stepped into Nate’s personal space. “You’re thinking to hard about it” he said and then kissed Nate solving the problem.
theeverdream on July 24th, 2010 02:19 am (local)White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, getting off together thinking about Neil
The first time it happened Ell pretended that she didn't hear Peter grunt Neal as he came.
The first time Peter ignored it was when Ell let out a breathy gasp of Neal as he pushed inside her.
The first time they didn't ignore it, Peter began with talking about Neal's hands. How supple they moved and what it would be like to have those oh so talented hands focused on Ell as he mapped out her body with his own hands.
Ell joined in with a description of watching Neal dance and how she thought his abilities on the dance floor could be easily enjoyed in the bedroom as her hips lifted in response to Peter's hands.
Both moaned Neal's name as they came.