Beauty and Rage (Leverage Fan Fiction)

25. Everything Keeps Us Apart

Andy sighed out as she sunk down into the hot water in the bathtub. She leaned her head back and rested it against the side of the tub. Her feet were buried under a mountain of soapy bubbles.

Eliot was still sleeping. It had to be probably nine in the morning so it was a little odd he was still asleep but she didn't want to wake him up. She didn't want to have any reason to argue with him.

They were getting better at not being at each other's throats but it just seemed difficult. With Eliot's and Andy's work, the looming threat of Scott being unpredictable, and with Blythe's baby potentially being Eliot's, there was so much that made the two constantly fight with one another.

Today would be the day that Andy went with Blythe to Blythe's first prenatal appointment. There was so much stress sitting on Andy's shoulders without adding Blythe's situation to it. However, it wasn't like Andy didn't want to help. She wanted Blythe to be able to keep the baby and raise it herself.

Andy took a deep breath and felt herself start to fall asleep.

"You didn't sleep too good last night." Eliot commented. Andy opened her eyes and found him standing in the doorway of the bathroom. "You haven't been sleeping for the last few days. Since I came back from Kenya."

"It's nothing that you need to worry about." Andy shook her head at him.

Eliot moved further into the bathroom, silently moving to kneel where Andy's head was.

"Sit up." He pushed his sleeves up and gathered her wet blonde hair to push it to one side. Andy sat up like he requested and turned her head so that she could watch him over her shoulder.

Eliot began to massage her shoulders, his hands kneading the muscles along her shoulder blade and neck. He was careful with her shoulder that was still healing from the bullet wound.

Andy let her head fall forward as she let out a soft moan.

"Damn, Eliot."

"I think we need to take a vacation."

Andy tried to object but he was hitting the right spot and she couldn't get any words out. She could only make moaning noises or those of satisfaction.

"We can finally go to Venice."

"Not-Not a good.... time." Andy shook her head gently. She crinkled her brows together at the amazing sensation that Eliot was creating.

Eliot smiled just slightly as Andy rolled her head back. His hands moved from her neck to her shoulders.

"I have to.... I have to go with Blythe today."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Eliot offered.

"That just would make things so awkward."

"Yeah, you're right."

Silence fell between the two as Eliot continued to rub Andy and work out any kinks in her muscles.

"Andy.... I want you to tell me how you would feel if Blythe's kid was mine."

"What do you mean?" Andy frowned as he stopped his glorious actions and moved to sit where they could see each other.

Eliot thought about that question for a moment, his eyes focused on Andy's face.

"I know we've had a rough patch cause of Scott and we.... I feel like there's something wrong going on between us."

"I understand." It was some serious tension.

"If it is mine, I don't want to be one of those deadbeat dads, Andy." Eliot whispered. "I don't want to be like that."

"You won't be, baby." Andy sat up and kissed his cheek. "You'd be a great father."