THE THURSDAY NIGHT JOB.
Eliot Spencer/Chad Michael Murray.
Hard-R. 2600 words. Unbetaed.
Set in s4 of Leverage, but no plot spoilers.
summary. The hitter and the chef. Eliot's glare has been known to send even the stoutest corporate enforcers to their knees in surrender, but Chef Chad Michael Fucking Murray just grins, lopsided, in the wake of Eliot's stare, swooping up to land a kiss on the bump of Eliot's chin.

I fully intend to blame someone for this, I just haven't decided who. For now, we'll say it's anyothergirl415's fault. Actually, I take that back. It's TOTALLY HER FAULT.


( Eliot brings the sharp blade down one last time, and smiles. )