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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2011-02-22 07:57 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2011-02-22 07:57 pm
Eliot/Jo - Shut Up, Hardison
Fandom: Leverage/Supernatural
Title: Shut Up, Hardison
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Jo Harvelle, Alec Hardison
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xoverland Challenge: Love State
10_orders Prompt: 3. Shut Up
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: In which Eliot likes Jo.
Author’s Note: Part of my Thinking of You series. Set pre-everything I’ve written so far.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Dean Devlin and Eric Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“You like her.”
Eliot glanced over and saw the stupid grin on Hardison’s face, before rolling his eyes. “I like who?”
“Jo. You like her.”
He was choosing to ignore that tone in Hardison’s voice. It was just easier for all involved that way. “She’s a nice girl. I’m not allowed to like nice girls.”
“Oh, you just think she’s nice.”
“Yes, Hardison, I just think she’s nice.”
“So you think she’s nice, and that’s why you haven’t taken your eyes off her ass all evening.”
Eliot’s eyes narrowed, and he glared back at the younger man. “I have not been staring at her ass all evening.” Only he had. But that wasn’t his fault. She happened to know how to call attention to it. That was at least what he was telling himself. Then again, girls didn’t wear jeans that tight without knowing what they were doing.
These particular hips happened to be sauntering their way over with a tray of beers and placed one in front of each of them. “Anything else I can get you boys?”
“Nope. I’m good.” Hardison turned to face Eliot, the damn grin still on his face, which Eliot would have seen if he was actually paying attention. “You, Eliot?”
“No. Thanks,” he sighed, taking a sip of his beer, but his eyes didn’t leave Jo’s. Then again, she wasn’t exactly backing off either. She smirked at him, before nodding to both.
“Alright. Holler if you need anything.”
She turned and started to make her way back towards the bar, Eliot’s eyes on those swinging hips until Hardison gave a sound that could have been a snort . He turned back to him with a look, and Hardison just smirked.
“Yeah. You don’t like her at all.”
Eliot’s look turned to a glare as he reached for his beer. “Shut up, Hardison.”
Title: Shut Up, Hardison
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Jo Harvelle, Alec Hardison
xoverland Challenge: Love State10_orders Prompt: 3. Shut UpContent Warning: N/A
Summary: In which Eliot likes Jo.
Author’s Note: Part of my Thinking of You series. Set pre-everything I’ve written so far.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Dean Devlin and Eric Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“You like her.”
Eliot glanced over and saw the stupid grin on Hardison’s face, before rolling his eyes. “I like who?”
“Jo. You like her.”
He was choosing to ignore that tone in Hardison’s voice. It was just easier for all involved that way. “She’s a nice girl. I’m not allowed to like nice girls.”
“Oh, you just think she’s nice.”
“Yes, Hardison, I just think she’s nice.”
“So you think she’s nice, and that’s why you haven’t taken your eyes off her ass all evening.”
Eliot’s eyes narrowed, and he glared back at the younger man. “I have not been staring at her ass all evening.” Only he had. But that wasn’t his fault. She happened to know how to call attention to it. That was at least what he was telling himself. Then again, girls didn’t wear jeans that tight without knowing what they were doing.
These particular hips happened to be sauntering their way over with a tray of beers and placed one in front of each of them. “Anything else I can get you boys?”
“Nope. I’m good.” Hardison turned to face Eliot, the damn grin still on his face, which Eliot would have seen if he was actually paying attention. “You, Eliot?”
“No. Thanks,” he sighed, taking a sip of his beer, but his eyes didn’t leave Jo’s. Then again, she wasn’t exactly backing off either. She smirked at him, before nodding to both.
“Alright. Holler if you need anything.”
She turned and started to make her way back towards the bar, Eliot’s eyes on those swinging hips until Hardison gave a sound that could have been a snort . He turned back to him with a look, and Hardison just smirked.
“Yeah. You don’t like her at all.”
Eliot’s look turned to a glare as he reached for his beer. “Shut up, Hardison.”
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I love this. I also think the ass thing is all my fault. Yet, I feel no shame.
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