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[#104] I've Been Sleeping with a Cloud Above My Bed (Leverage)
Theme Prompt: #104 – Only One Bed
Title: I’ve Been Sleeping with a Cloud Above My Bed
Fandom: Leverage
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Eliot and Sophie are forced to sit out part of the con after getting burned.
The job is not going according to plan.
Things get complicated when you’re running a con against complicated people, people raised to think they’re the smartest person in the room. But it’s unprecedented when two of your heavy hitters get burned fairly early on.
“You should have mentioned that you had a history with the security firm,” Sophie sighs as she and Eliot head down the highway towards their new hotel arrangements. So far, the rest of the crew remains in play, and Eliot and Sophie are doing their best to keep it that way. But from the way Eliot is gripping the steering wheel, he’s not fond of this turn of events.
“I didn’t have a history with the firm. I had a history with the guy running the firm. You didn’t mention that you’ve already tried to steal from this guy.”
“I’ve been at this a long time, Eliot. You can’t expect me to remember the face of every incidental person involved in each of my grifts.”
“Are you kidding me?!”
“Alright, calm down both of you.” Nate’s voice forces them both into silence as they continue to drive away. “Hardison’s got both of you a room at the Chimney Rock Inn, under the names Mr. and Mrs. Willsburne. Sophie, you did the booking.”
“Right, Melanie Willsburne.” She reaches into her purse to go sorting through her IDs. “Good call, Hardison.”
“Even got you both a kitchenette for your trouble.”
“Just lie low for now,” Nate sighs, and she can tell he’s pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll let you know if we need you.”
“Copy that.”
Eliot says nothing else for the rest of the drive to the inn. She can see the tension in his shoulders, knows that he doesn’t enjoy being this far away, where he can’t protect the rest of them like he should. Sophie doesn’t know how to resolve that worry, so she just keeps her thoughts to herself, and when they arrive, checks them in with no trouble. They pile into the elevator and she leans back with a sigh.
“I hope the bathroom is nice. I could use a long hot bath.”
Eliot raises an eyebrow towards her. “In a hotel bathroom?”
“You take what you can get,” she says idly as the doors open and she leads the way down to their room. She slides the keycard into the door and pushes it open to a revelation that’s slightly underwhelming.
The room has a kitchenette. That much isn’t a lie. But the room otherwise is small, with a TV, a small bathroom and one king-sized bed filling the middle.
“Really, Hardison?” Eliot snaps.
“I’m sorry, were you expecting a full suite on short notice. It’s a very nice room.”
“There’s only one bed!”
“Alright, just relax. You won’t have to be there long. Let us do our job.”
Eliot and Sophie share a look before reaching in and pulling out their earbuds. As the door closes behind them, Eliot nods to the armchair across the room. “I’ll take the chair.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. We’re adults. We can handle this like adults.”
Eliot turns the weight of his gaze on her again. “I’ll take the chair.” And there, as though the conversation was over, he turns to the kitchen. “Hungry?”
Sophie sighs, before nodding her agreement. This is going to be a long wait.
* * * * *
Two days into the wait, after finishing up their breakfast, Sophie sets her plates on the counter of the kitchenette before patting the edge of the bed. “Sit.”
Eliot frowns. “Why?”
“Because I can see how you’re moving. If you’re going to insist on ruining your back on my account, the least you could do is let me fix it.”
Eliot looks like he’s going to argue, but she stares him down, and he concedes in the end, moving to sit in front of her as she balances on her knees behind him.
“Do you actually know what you’re doing?”
“I thought you would know by now, Eliot. I’m a woman of many talents.” She catches the edges of a smirk in the corner of his mouth, before putting her hands to work against his shoulders and slowly soothing the tight spots away. As she works, she can feel him relax against her, not letting his guard down, necessarily—Eliot’s guard is never down—but there’s an ease to it, a kind of safety that she doubts he feels with anyone outside their small family.
“I know you think I’m being ridiculous,” he begins, and as she opens her mouth to respond, she catches the look in his eyes in the mirror. “But… this is better.”
Sophie takes a deep breath. “I appreciate you think you’re being respectful, but I don’t think Hell will freeze over if we shared a rather enormous bed when there aren’t any alternatives.”
“Do you think Nate would see it that way?”
“Nate is not part of this conversation.”
“You know, you could offer to take the chair one night.”
She raises an eyebrow at him, a moment of curiosity in her expression as she turns to face him, focusing the challenge directly on him. “Would you let me?”
There’s a moment of silence as he weighs the answer to that challenge, a question of whether his Southern manners would allow for that kind of equality. But before he can respond, his phone buzzes against the dresser, and he reaches over to check the caller ID.
“Hardison.” He places the phone to his ear with a gruff. “Yeah?” The conversation doesn’t last long, but Sophie already knows the end. She gets up, gathering what remains of her thinks together and placing her earbud back in her ear.
“Guess we’re back on then.”
Eliot nods as he gets to his feet before leaning in closer. “We will finish this conversation later.”
Sophie smirks in response before slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure we will.”
Title: I’ve Been Sleeping with a Cloud Above My Bed
Fandom: Leverage
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Eliot and Sophie are forced to sit out part of the con after getting burned.
The job is not going according to plan.
Things get complicated when you’re running a con against complicated people, people raised to think they’re the smartest person in the room. But it’s unprecedented when two of your heavy hitters get burned fairly early on.
“You should have mentioned that you had a history with the security firm,” Sophie sighs as she and Eliot head down the highway towards their new hotel arrangements. So far, the rest of the crew remains in play, and Eliot and Sophie are doing their best to keep it that way. But from the way Eliot is gripping the steering wheel, he’s not fond of this turn of events.
“I didn’t have a history with the firm. I had a history with the guy running the firm. You didn’t mention that you’ve already tried to steal from this guy.”
“I’ve been at this a long time, Eliot. You can’t expect me to remember the face of every incidental person involved in each of my grifts.”
“Are you kidding me?!”
“Alright, calm down both of you.” Nate’s voice forces them both into silence as they continue to drive away. “Hardison’s got both of you a room at the Chimney Rock Inn, under the names Mr. and Mrs. Willsburne. Sophie, you did the booking.”
“Right, Melanie Willsburne.” She reaches into her purse to go sorting through her IDs. “Good call, Hardison.”
“Even got you both a kitchenette for your trouble.”
“Just lie low for now,” Nate sighs, and she can tell he’s pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll let you know if we need you.”
“Copy that.”
Eliot says nothing else for the rest of the drive to the inn. She can see the tension in his shoulders, knows that he doesn’t enjoy being this far away, where he can’t protect the rest of them like he should. Sophie doesn’t know how to resolve that worry, so she just keeps her thoughts to herself, and when they arrive, checks them in with no trouble. They pile into the elevator and she leans back with a sigh.
“I hope the bathroom is nice. I could use a long hot bath.”
Eliot raises an eyebrow towards her. “In a hotel bathroom?”
“You take what you can get,” she says idly as the doors open and she leads the way down to their room. She slides the keycard into the door and pushes it open to a revelation that’s slightly underwhelming.
The room has a kitchenette. That much isn’t a lie. But the room otherwise is small, with a TV, a small bathroom and one king-sized bed filling the middle.
“Really, Hardison?” Eliot snaps.
“I’m sorry, were you expecting a full suite on short notice. It’s a very nice room.”
“There’s only one bed!”
“Alright, just relax. You won’t have to be there long. Let us do our job.”
Eliot and Sophie share a look before reaching in and pulling out their earbuds. As the door closes behind them, Eliot nods to the armchair across the room. “I’ll take the chair.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. We’re adults. We can handle this like adults.”
Eliot turns the weight of his gaze on her again. “I’ll take the chair.” And there, as though the conversation was over, he turns to the kitchen. “Hungry?”
Sophie sighs, before nodding her agreement. This is going to be a long wait.
Two days into the wait, after finishing up their breakfast, Sophie sets her plates on the counter of the kitchenette before patting the edge of the bed. “Sit.”
Eliot frowns. “Why?”
“Because I can see how you’re moving. If you’re going to insist on ruining your back on my account, the least you could do is let me fix it.”
Eliot looks like he’s going to argue, but she stares him down, and he concedes in the end, moving to sit in front of her as she balances on her knees behind him.
“Do you actually know what you’re doing?”
“I thought you would know by now, Eliot. I’m a woman of many talents.” She catches the edges of a smirk in the corner of his mouth, before putting her hands to work against his shoulders and slowly soothing the tight spots away. As she works, she can feel him relax against her, not letting his guard down, necessarily—Eliot’s guard is never down—but there’s an ease to it, a kind of safety that she doubts he feels with anyone outside their small family.
“I know you think I’m being ridiculous,” he begins, and as she opens her mouth to respond, she catches the look in his eyes in the mirror. “But… this is better.”
Sophie takes a deep breath. “I appreciate you think you’re being respectful, but I don’t think Hell will freeze over if we shared a rather enormous bed when there aren’t any alternatives.”
“Do you think Nate would see it that way?”
“Nate is not part of this conversation.”
“You know, you could offer to take the chair one night.”
She raises an eyebrow at him, a moment of curiosity in her expression as she turns to face him, focusing the challenge directly on him. “Would you let me?”
There’s a moment of silence as he weighs the answer to that challenge, a question of whether his Southern manners would allow for that kind of equality. But before he can respond, his phone buzzes against the dresser, and he reaches over to check the caller ID.
“Hardison.” He places the phone to his ear with a gruff. “Yeah?” The conversation doesn’t last long, but Sophie already knows the end. She gets up, gathering what remains of her thinks together and placing her earbud back in her ear.
“Guess we’re back on then.”
Eliot nods as he gets to his feet before leaning in closer. “We will finish this conversation later.”
Sophie smirks in response before slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure we will.”
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Thanks for reading!
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Thanks for reading!
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And I just found out that I enjoy the 'only-one-bed' trope, even in gen stories.
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