![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Leverage, "Creating a Diversion," Parker/Sophie, PG-13
Title: "Creating a Diversion"
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Parker/Sophie
Rating: maybe PG-13 for sexuality and references to violence? Or PG. It isn't very shocking, anyway.
Summary: Sophie thinks it's time Parker learned how to flirt.
AN: This was my first Leverage fic ever! My Hardison has gotten way better since then, but I think the rest are pretty good.
"Wait. I have to what my way in?"
"Flirt, Parker. Flirt your way in."
"Um. I don't do that. Can't I just break a window? I like breaking windows."
Nate sighed and pushed his sunglasses up his nose. "Look, we all wish there was an easier way. But the security's just too good. They've got cameras and alarms on all those windows. And we need you to get in while Sophie's throwing a fit in the boardroom, I'm pretending to try to calm her down, Hardison's trying to get into the CCTV network and Eliot... wait, where's Eliot?"
"In the hospital," said Hardison. "The fool broke his head on the last job, remember?"
"Right... so Parker's charming the guards. Any questions?" Nate looked around the table.
"I don't like this plan," said Parker quickly. "I mean, what should I say?" She fidgeted with her hair, looking like she'd rather be falling from a tall building right now. Which, of course, she would.
"Oh, Parker," cooed Sophie from the other end of the conference table. "You don't know how to flirt? That's awful!"
"No, it's not. It's fine. I have other ways of getting what I want." The blonde smirked.
"Well, I think it's perfectly unacceptable. A pretty girl like you. Here, I'll show you what to do." Every inch the cat burglar, Sophie slid out of her chair and stalked around the table towards Parker. "Here, you be the guard, and I'll be... you. Or, you being me, I suppose."
Parker stood, turning her back to the table and locking her blue eyes mistrustfully on Sophie's.
"Uh, you can't come in." She put on a low, manly voice to play the part of the guard. "This room is, uh, private."
Sophie took a step forward, invading Parker's personal space. The thief's whole body tensed as if she were readying herself to hit the ground.
"Oh, it's private? How lucky, I was just thinking that I might like a word with you in private... you and those sapphire eyes of yours." She smiled like she was letting Parker in on a joke, but Parker wasn't sure she got it.
"Um, thank you, miss, but I'm just doing my job here."
"Oh, come on, have a little fun." There was Sophie's famous pout, inches from Parker's face. "Nobody's watching. No one will ever have to know. Just you, me and a few minutes that I promise you'll never forget..."
Sophie was doing something with her eyes that made them look like still-burning coals after a fire... smoldering, thought Parker, that was the word. It made her feel a little off-balance, so she hyper-extended her arms to brace her palms on the table behind her -- which had the consequence of arching her chest up towards the taller woman.
"Well, I, uh... I suppose I don't see what harm that could cause," she stuttered, her "guard" voice slipping a little.
Parker thought that the game would be over now, but instead Sophie leaned forward just a milimeter, and her warm fingertips grazed Parker's face, sweeping away a few strands of yellow hair, and --
"And that's when you land an elbow in the base of his skull!"
Everyone spun around to see Eliot standing in the doorway, bruised and bandaged but smirking like he'd just won the Badass Olympics. Parker's eyes widened, and suddenly she was back in her chair, with only the slightest flush on her cheeks to indicate that anything had happened in the past sixty seconds. Simultaneously, Sophie took a quick step back and shifted her weight back into her hips, as if she'd just been standing there waiting for the door to open.
Hardison just stared at Eliot with a look of slow-burning hatred. "One of these days, fucker," he mumbled. "Just you wait, one of these days..."
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Parker/Sophie
Rating: maybe PG-13 for sexuality and references to violence? Or PG. It isn't very shocking, anyway.
Summary: Sophie thinks it's time Parker learned how to flirt.
AN: This was my first Leverage fic ever! My Hardison has gotten way better since then, but I think the rest are pretty good.
"Wait. I have to what my way in?"
"Flirt, Parker. Flirt your way in."
"Um. I don't do that. Can't I just break a window? I like breaking windows."
Nate sighed and pushed his sunglasses up his nose. "Look, we all wish there was an easier way. But the security's just too good. They've got cameras and alarms on all those windows. And we need you to get in while Sophie's throwing a fit in the boardroom, I'm pretending to try to calm her down, Hardison's trying to get into the CCTV network and Eliot... wait, where's Eliot?"
"In the hospital," said Hardison. "The fool broke his head on the last job, remember?"
"Right... so Parker's charming the guards. Any questions?" Nate looked around the table.
"I don't like this plan," said Parker quickly. "I mean, what should I say?" She fidgeted with her hair, looking like she'd rather be falling from a tall building right now. Which, of course, she would.
"Oh, Parker," cooed Sophie from the other end of the conference table. "You don't know how to flirt? That's awful!"
"No, it's not. It's fine. I have other ways of getting what I want." The blonde smirked.
"Well, I think it's perfectly unacceptable. A pretty girl like you. Here, I'll show you what to do." Every inch the cat burglar, Sophie slid out of her chair and stalked around the table towards Parker. "Here, you be the guard, and I'll be... you. Or, you being me, I suppose."
Parker stood, turning her back to the table and locking her blue eyes mistrustfully on Sophie's.
"Uh, you can't come in." She put on a low, manly voice to play the part of the guard. "This room is, uh, private."
Sophie took a step forward, invading Parker's personal space. The thief's whole body tensed as if she were readying herself to hit the ground.
"Oh, it's private? How lucky, I was just thinking that I might like a word with you in private... you and those sapphire eyes of yours." She smiled like she was letting Parker in on a joke, but Parker wasn't sure she got it.
"Um, thank you, miss, but I'm just doing my job here."
"Oh, come on, have a little fun." There was Sophie's famous pout, inches from Parker's face. "Nobody's watching. No one will ever have to know. Just you, me and a few minutes that I promise you'll never forget..."
Sophie was doing something with her eyes that made them look like still-burning coals after a fire... smoldering, thought Parker, that was the word. It made her feel a little off-balance, so she hyper-extended her arms to brace her palms on the table behind her -- which had the consequence of arching her chest up towards the taller woman.
"Well, I, uh... I suppose I don't see what harm that could cause," she stuttered, her "guard" voice slipping a little.
Parker thought that the game would be over now, but instead Sophie leaned forward just a milimeter, and her warm fingertips grazed Parker's face, sweeping away a few strands of yellow hair, and --
"And that's when you land an elbow in the base of his skull!"
Everyone spun around to see Eliot standing in the doorway, bruised and bandaged but smirking like he'd just won the Badass Olympics. Parker's eyes widened, and suddenly she was back in her chair, with only the slightest flush on her cheeks to indicate that anything had happened in the past sixty seconds. Simultaneously, Sophie took a quick step back and shifted her weight back into her hips, as if she'd just been standing there waiting for the door to open.
Hardison just stared at Eliot with a look of slow-burning hatred. "One of these days, fucker," he mumbled. "Just you wait, one of these days..."