A/N: Short I know, hopefully I’ll have something a little longer soon. Please read and review
“Damn it, Hardison.” Eliot growled, pulling Layla closer to him. “This is your fault.” How is it my fault? I didn’t know the company *JUST* installed back up cameras.
“Well you better do something soon Hardison.” Layla breathed. “I am not spending the rest of the night, hiding under a desk.”
Eliot grunted in indignation, causing Layla to turn slightly and smile up at him.
Eliot smirked. “You know, there are things we can do while we wait.” Seriously?! Oh, now I’m going to have to scrub my eyes with bleach just to get rid of that mental image.
Hardison ranted over the comms. Can you actually do that?
Parker asked causing Layla to giggle. Can we all try to focus, please.
Nate sighed. Eliot, Layla, please no sex while we’re in the middle of a job.
Eliot chuckled, shifting to get a bit more comfortable causing Layla to shift with him. He slipped his arm around her waist and she sighed contentedly.
“I’ve been thinking.” Eliot whispered to the car thief.
“Hmm?” Layla shifted so she could look at him.
“When was the last time you slept in your own bed?” He asked.
“Two weeks ago Saturday.” She replied. “Someone had hockey tickets and took Nate instead of his girlfriend.”
Eliot chuckled. “I wanted to enjoy the game, not wonder who you were going to piss off.”
“I do not…”
“Nate won’t let us watch sports in his apartment anymore.” Eliot replied with a smirk.
“That’s not true.” Layla pouted. “We just have to all agree who we’re cheering for.”
Eliot chuckled and shook his head. “Not my point, sweetheart.”
“Then what is it, Cowboy?” She giggled.
“Move in with me.” He couldn’t believe how easy that came out. He had been thinking it over for weeks now and never could find the right time to ask.
“Seriously?” She asked.
He ran a thumb across her cheek. “Yeah.” ‘Bout damn time. Do you know how many people I’ve got lined up for that apartment.
Hardison’s voice broke the mood.
“And if I had said no?” Layla asked. Well, you haven’t said yes
Parker chimed in, saving a sputtering Hardison.
“I guess I haven’t.” Layla replied distractedly. She wrapped an arm around Eliot’s neck, pulling his face toward hers, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.