[fic] a fine proposition ; leverage, sophie/eliot

[delacourtings]

a fine proposition. leverage. sophie/eliot. r. 490. ao3.

“i have a proposition for you.”

he glances down, unable to keep his eyes from roaming over her body. “i can see that.”

notes: this was supposed to be for drabble_zone's challenge #250: amnesty, specifically for challenge #244: no strings attached but apparently i can't shut up when it comes to these two.

Eliot knows something is off the second he steps inside his apartment. The scent of perfume has invaded the air. It’s fruity, floral, with just a hint of spice. He only knows one woman who wears perfume like that. He doesn’t let on that he knows she’s there, just goes about his usual routine: checking all of his usual hiding places to make sure his stuff is still there, rotating a select few items to a new hiding place, securing the house.

When he finally makes his way to his bedroom, he pauses, taking in the sight that greets him.

He was expecting her. He wasn’t expecting to be lying on his bed, completely naked.

What he’s deemed Sophie’s “sultry” voice drifts towards him. “I have a proposition for you.”

He glances down, unable to keep his eyes from roaming over her body. “I can see that.”

She twists her mouth into a smirk that both makes him annoyed and makes his cock twitch.

Eliot leans back against the wall, crosses his arms. “Go on.”

“What?” Sophie asks, gesturing at herself. “You can’t guess what it is?”

He smiles, eyes narrowed. “I wanna hear you say it.”

She sighs dramatically. “Men.”

He raises his eyebrows.

“Fine,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Me. You. Sex.”

Eliot grunts. He tilts his head, pretends to consider it for way too long, longer than he knows she’ll like.

“Well?” She asks, sounding exasperated.

“‘M thinkin’.”

“Thinking? I have plenty of other prospects, you know.”

Eliot glances back down at her bare chest. “I’m sure.”

Sophie glares at him in response and gets up off the bed, starting to put back on her clothes. “I’m only here because I thought it’d be convenient. Clearly, I was mistaken.”

He holds out his arm in front of the door as she attempts to leave. “What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch!” She exclaims. “We’re both…” her eyes dart down to his mouth, then his chest, before coming back up to meet his eyes, “clearly attracted to each other. We both know each other. As well as anyone in our profession can know each other.” She shrugs. “It’s convenient.”

“And you think this is a good idea?”

Sophie frowns. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You won’t get…attached?”

Sophie smiles, leans in close enough that her breasts are brushing up against his chest, and fuck, he’s hard as a rock now. “Oh, sweetheart, I never get attached.”

Eliot gives one curt nod before swiping her up in his arms and turning them around so she’s got her back against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, her breath heaving.

He leans in to kiss her, pausing just as their lips brush. “No strings?” He asks.

“No strings,” she confirms, taking matters into her own hands, snaking her arms around his neck and bringing his face down to meet hers, making him kiss her, and biting his lip.