"Yeah. Isn't it? I mean, the painting... it's our first date."
"... Alright girl, sure. But, since no one actually needs the painting, and you don't even like the painting... what about we put it back?"
"So, you don't like the painting either?"
"I like that you wanted to get it for me."
"But this was supposed to be our first date. Sophie said that that's what you do on first dates. You do something you know that the other person will like. Usually the girl. So I compromised."
Alec can't believe their having this discussion while the timer on the motion sensor clock is running down, and there's a maze of moving lasers between them. And that this is supposed to be their first date - he thought they'd already been dating for a while. But they weren't the most conventional couple, and if Parker wanted this to be a first date, by god, it would be a first date. "Hey, I'm loving this first date. I'm loving that we're on a date at all. It won't be any worse of a date if you leave the painting there though, I promise."
Parker reluctantly replaces the painting, giving it a forlorn look. "Sorry, I thought you were different."
"What was that?" Hardison asks from across the room, his heart rate jumping up because - did she just say what he thought she said? Because them words didn't usually bode well for guy-folk coming from the ladies.
"The painting." And she's coming back through the lasers, graceful and beautiful, her body moving this way and that to a song made up of bright beams of light particles - and she's fooling every single one of them. And talking, to boot. "I thought it would be different. But it's not."
She finishes her dance in his arms, and he leans forward to kiss her. "Maybe that's for the best. We gotta get going, and that thing would be hella awkward to get out of here."
"But you're supposed to have something to remember your first date by," she tells him, matter-of-factly, like she's the world's leading expert on first dates. "And now we haven't got anything." Her phone is out in her hand as she picks a lock with the other - it's a secured exit, and he barely has enough time to disarm the alarm before she pushes the door open.
"You don't always need something to remember your first date by." She gives him a look and he shrugs. "What? You don't. But, if you really want..." he looks around the roof as she starts setting up the rig for their (gulp) freefall down the building. Finally he finds what he's looking for. "Here," he tells her, offering her the item in one hand while his other takes the harness in her hand. "You can remember it by this."
The look she gives him is one part 'you're an idiot' and two parts 'but a kinda sweet idiot'. "It's a rock, Hardison," she tells him kindly, like he might not have noticed.
"Yeah, but it's something to remember this by."
Parker gives him a small smile, tucking it into her pocket. "Okay." He leans down and kisses her, just for a moment, because he loves that smile, and he loves everything about it. When he pulls away, she's texting one handed.
"Is that my phone?" he asks, patting down his pockets.
"I'm hungry," she says, like it's a valid response to his question.
He cranes his next to the side to see who she's sending it to - "Eliot? Really? You're asking Eliot to make food for our first-date dinner?" He's really getting used to this idea of a first date. And the implication that a second will follow.
Parker shrugs, grabbing his hand. The cell phone's disappeared and he has no doubt he'll find it in his pocket. "I'm hungry," she repeats, and then she's yanking him off the building and he's screaming, because he can't, for the life of him, remember when the hell she could've attached his harness to the line.
Squee! I could get used to this. Leave a prompt, have it filled by midnight...Yeah...
Thank you! I love it. A rock. That is so...Hardison-Parker-pretzels-cute. And it's not even my preferred pairing, which is odd because I'm the one who left the prompt. But I saw this theme and I simply had to have a fic just exactly like this!
"Yeah. Isn't it? I mean, the painting... it's our first date."
"... Alright girl, sure. But, since no one actually needs the painting, and you don't even like the painting... what about we put it back?"
"So, you don't like the painting either?"
"I like that you wanted to get it for me."
"But this was supposed to be our first date. Sophie said that that's what you do on first dates. You do something you know that the other person will like. Usually the girl. So I compromised."
Alec can't believe their having this discussion while the timer on the motion sensor clock is running down, and there's a maze of moving lasers between them. And that this is supposed to be their first date - he thought they'd already been dating for a while. But they weren't the most conventional couple, and if Parker wanted this to be a first date, by god, it would be a first date. "Hey, I'm loving this first date. I'm loving that we're on a date at all. It won't be any worse of a date if you leave the painting there though, I promise."
Parker reluctantly replaces the painting, giving it a forlorn look. "Sorry, I thought you were different."
"What was that?" Hardison asks from across the room, his heart rate jumping up because - did she just say what he thought she said? Because them words didn't usually bode well for guy-folk coming from the ladies.
"The painting." And she's coming back through the lasers, graceful and beautiful, her body moving this way and that to a song made up of bright beams of light particles - and she's fooling every single one of them. And talking, to boot. "I thought it would be different. But it's not."
She finishes her dance in his arms, and he leans forward to kiss her. "Maybe that's for the best. We gotta get going, and that thing would be hella awkward to get out of here."
"But you're supposed to have something to remember your first date by," she tells him, matter-of-factly, like she's the world's leading expert on first dates. "And now we haven't got anything." Her phone is out in her hand as she picks a lock with the other - it's a secured exit, and he barely has enough time to disarm the alarm before she pushes the door open.
"You don't always need something to remember your first date by." She gives him a look and he shrugs. "What? You don't. But, if you really want..." he looks around the roof as she starts setting up the rig for their (gulp) freefall down the building. Finally he finds what he's looking for. "Here," he tells her, offering her the item in one hand while his other takes the harness in her hand. "You can remember it by this."
The look she gives him is one part 'you're an idiot' and two parts 'but a kinda sweet idiot'. "It's a rock, Hardison," she tells him kindly, like he might not have noticed.
"Yeah, but it's something to remember this by."
Parker gives him a small smile, tucking it into her pocket. "Okay." He leans down and kisses her, just for a moment, because he loves that smile, and he loves everything about it. When he pulls away, she's texting one handed.
"Is that my phone?" he asks, patting down his pockets.
"I'm hungry," she says, like it's a valid response to his question.
He cranes his next to the side to see who she's sending it to - "Eliot? Really? You're asking Eliot to make food for our first-date dinner?" He's really getting used to this idea of a first date. And the implication that a second will follow.
Parker shrugs, grabbing his hand. The cell phone's disappeared and he has no doubt he'll find it in his pocket. "I'm hungry," she repeats, and then she's yanking him off the building and he's screaming, because he can't, for the life of him, remember when the hell she could've attached his harness to the line.
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Thank you! I love it. A rock. That is so...Hardison-Parker-pretzels-cute. And it's not even my preferred pairing, which is odd because I'm the one who left the prompt. But I saw this theme and I simply had to have a fic just exactly like this!
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See, I love Parker and Hardison. So I'm glad you left the prompt! I'm definitely on a roll, it's fun. But we'll see what other ones I can fill!
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http://smthwallflower.livejournal.com/17873.html
I have tabs upon tabs of prompts I want to fill though. Hopefully I'll get around to them all eventually!
:)
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