Beauty and Rage (Leverage Fan Fiction)

12. Cause My Baby's Sweet As Can Be

"What's your friend's name?" Andy asked as Eliot opened the door to the bar for her.

"He's not a friend. And his name's Quinn."

"If he's not a friend then why are we going to meet up with him?"

Eliot stopped short of reaching his destination and sighed as he turned to Andy, but avoided her gaze and instead looked at the people on the street behind her.

"Where we know each other from, we aren't friends. Come on. We don't have all day."

"Don't rush me." Andy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Don't stay mad at me either, Eliot."

"I'm not mad at you."

"Then look at me, damn it."

He met her eyes and Andy bit her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry for whatever buttons I pushed earlier, okay?" She spoke softly, cautiously moving closer to him. "I don't want you pushing me away. You can trust me, I want you to know that."

"I've trusted a lot of people too easily and many of those times.... Many of them proved they weren't the right people." Eliot said heavily, his eyes remaining on hers

"I know exactly how that feels, Eliot." Andy smiled softly, taking his hand as she moved him towards the little hallway that went towards the bathrooms. His back was now to the wall and Andy was pinning him there with her own body. "And I would never wish that kind of pain on you."

She leaned up and tenderly kissed his cheek.

"I'd never want to hurt you." Another kiss was pressed to his jaw and her teeth gently scraped along his skin. "We'll have to talk later on tonight about this. But I do believe you have a friend waiting for us, don't you?"

Eliot's head was spinning as he gazed down at the curly, blonde woman who managed to take his breath away with a few little touches. It was rare for him to find such a woman.

Andy turned and, with a sly smirk on her lips, she made her way back to the main room of the bar.

Her eyes surveyed the scene quickly. From her time of being a bartender, she knew what a guy waiting for someone looked like. Andy picked out a dirty blonde man sitting across the bar, watching her with steady eyes.

Eliot's hand slipped across her lower back as he made his place known.

"Is that him?" Andy glanced over her shoulder to him.

"Yeah. Let's go." Eliot's hand left her back as he led her to his associate.

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"I liked that Quinn guy." Andy commented as she took off her heels and left them by the island counter. "He's nice."

"He's an asshole is what he is." Eliot mumbled under his breath as he started to make is way towards his room.

He was in a mood because Quinn had been shamelessly flirting with Andy right in front of him and Andy didn't seem to mind it, but he wasn't mad at Andy.

"What are we doing now?" Andy asked, following him down the hallway.

"Packing for a job in Tennessee with the team. Do you have to pack anything?"

"What part of Tennessee?" She leaned against the doorway, messing with the holes in her skinny jeans on her thigh.

"I think Nate said just outside of Chattanooga."

Andy was silent for a moment, watching Eliot as he pulled a duffle bag out of his closet.

"Why are we going to Tennessee?" Her voice lowered to a whispered and that gained his full attention.