Beauty and Rage (Leverage Fan Fiction)

15. Just A Young Gun With A Quick Fuse

"I thought you said they'd be here sooner." Andy spoke as she spun herself around on a barstool.

She sat at the bar of the brew-pub, waiting with Eliot for the team to arrive for a meeting of some sort. Eliot hadn't really given her any details.

"They should be." Eliot leaned against the other side of the bar across from Andy. "Will you quit spinning? It's annoying."

"Such a grumpy pants." She teased softly but did as he requested nonetheless. A soft smile was on her red lips as she looked to Eliot. "Why are you so grumpy?"

"I'm not."

"You are." Andy reached across the bar and took his hand. "Why? Is something bothering you?"

"No. I'm fine."

She hummed softly and said nothing, kicking her feet back and forth lightly.

"I don't like the thought of you fighting people." Andy murmured gently as she brushed her fingers over Eliot's bruised knuckles.

"It's my job, sweetheart. I've got to do it for them."

"Yeah. I know.... But could you maybe try to hit them with objects rather than your body parts?"

"Andy." Eliot sighed out and brought her hand up, where he kissed her knuckles gingerly.

"I'm sorry I worry about your safety." Andy pouted softly.

Eliot was silent for a few moments, gazing intently into Andy's hazel colored eyes. He was thinking about something and it clearly had his attention more than she did.

"What's on your mind, Eliot?" Andy let his hand go and moved to rest her head on her arms.

"I was thinking back to when we were talking last week about how Andy isn't your real name. Would you tell me your real name if I want to know?"

Andy lifted her eyes up to meet his and her lips parted.

"If you really, really wanted to know, then yeah. I guess I would tell you."

He was silent for a few moments.

"Come over here."

Andy got up and started to move to go all the way around the bar but Eliot stopped her.

"Just slide across."

"Eliot, I can walk—,"

"Nobody will know." He grinned mischievously.

Andy rolled her eyes but smiled lightly as she moved across the bar. Eliot took her by the waist and kept her on the counter where he wanted her.

"What's your real name, Andy?" He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, then trailed his lips down her jaw.

"If I tell you, I don't want you calling me it."

"I won't."

"Promise me, Eliot."

"I promise." He murmured.

Andy gripped his biceps as Eliot's lips feathered down her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut and she turned her head to the side to give him better access to her sensitive skin.

"Caleigh. My real name is Caleigh."

Andy could feel Eliot chuckle softly against her skin, his hot breath fluttering over her neck and collarbone area.

"Don't laugh at it."

"It's cute. I think it fits you." Eliot murmured gently into her ear.

"It's very southern and Tennessee." Andy rolled her eyes.