Beauty and Rage (Leverage Fan Fiction)

16. It's My Right To Be Hellish

Andy poked at her busted bottom lip and winced.

"Ouch."

"Come on to bed, Andy." Eliot called from the bedroom.

"I'm not tired." She mumbled, turning off the bathroom light as she made her way towards the bed.

"You look tired." He commented.

"I'm just hurting. Have you ever been thrown over a bar counter before?" Andy crawled up into the bed and then let herself fall down face first on to the mattress.

"Plenty of times. Doesn't feel too good." Eliot moved to rest on his knees next to Andy. His hands touched her shoulders and she looked back at him questioningly.

"What are you doing?" A little grin came to her lips as she watched him.

"Just trust me."

She put her head back down and allowed him to do whatever it was he was planning on doing. Turns out, it was a massage.

"I want to take a trip to Italy." Andy spoke into the blankets.

"When?"

"I dunno. I just want to. I love Italian food."

"I could make you Italian food here." Eliot's large, rough hands were gentle and firm as they worked her sore muscles. He made his way from her shoulders down her back.

The loose fitting cutoff t-shirt she wore was pushed up and Eliot's hands made contact with her bare skin.

"But it wouldn't be the same. You can make me Italian food in Italy." She offered.

"Let me talk to Nate and see what we're doing in the next few weeks."

"How do you know how to do this so well?" Andy moved her arms up to rest her head on top of them and she turned her head to the side so she could speak better.

"I dated a massage therapist for a few weeks in Philly." He replied honestly.

His hands moved along Andy's sides, igniting a laugh from her lips. She curled up on to her side rather quickly to refrain from being tickled anymore.

"You're ticklish." Eliot smiled softly as he looked down at her.

"Yeah. Now don't you go getting any ideas, Eliot Spencer." Andy told him as she playfully pushed him away with her foot.

He caught her ankle and yanked Andy quickly towards him. She giggled as he bent down to put himself over top of her.

"What happened to my massage?" She asked, looking into his eyes as she slipped her arms around his neck. Her fingers entangled in his dark hair.

"I think I got a better idea." Eliot smirked mischievously and leaned down to kiss Andy's lips. He was gently since her lips were busted and sore from her encounter with the two bar-invaders earlier in the evening.

Just as Andy was letting her guard down, Eliot started tickling her side. She giggled and laughed, then accidentally kneed Eliot in the stomach.

"I told you not to tickle me!"

Eliot fell dramatically on to the bed beside her and Andy turned to face him.

The smile slowly began to leave his lips as he gazed at her.

He brought his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over the crack on her cheekbone.

"I don't want you fighting anyone, Andy." He spoke quietly in his husky, deep voice.