Fanfiction || London Bridge Is Falling Down || Parker/Sophie || Part Four
Title: London Bridge Is Falling Down
Author: Sapphire Smoke cuzimastripper
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Parker/Sophie (some Nate/Sophie too, and Parker/OC)
Prompt: Sophie/Parker - burning bridges
Completed Length: 39,651 words
AU: Set two years into the future (from the end of season one). Nate and Sophie have been dating for awhile, and now live together, and team has moved back to LA
Summary: When everything seems to be going wrong, Sophie finds a little bit of right somewhere unexpected.
A/N: There's hella angst, be forewarned. Probably should mention abuse. But there's also happy fluff, and I have a sickness with happy endings so don't worry too much... lol.
Other Parts: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Match That Starts The Fire
When Parker took a hesitant step into Hardison’s room where Sophie was currently hiding in, both Hardison and Eliot winced as Sophie started screaming at her before Parker closed the door behind her.
“So… what’s up with the whole… lesbian aspect, here?” Eliot asked him, because while he knew Parker was into women, the last person he thought she would end up with would be Sophie.
“It’s a long, complicated story man,” Hardison said and shook his head. If he was to be honest, he didn’t think Parker could land Sophie either. Not that she couldn’t pick up the most beautiful women, because she could, but Sophie was different. Sophie was always… Nate’s.
But then again, Nate ended up being an asshole.
“When did this happen?” Eliot asked. He wasn’t much for getting involved in the lives of his coworkers, but Nate seemed to have screwed that all to hell with threatening bodily harm to two of them.
“Officially? Two weeks ago. If you ask me it’s been months though with these two, Parker’s known about what Nate’s been doing to her for awhile now, playing battered women’s shelter, really,” Hardison said, shaking his head. He still couldn’t believe he had to drag it out of her. They were a family; the horrible secrets wasn’t helping their cause much.
“It’s fucked up they never told us,” Eliot said, angry with it as well. They worked with this man, they were friendly with him, regarded him as someone they could trust. For him to be doing that to someone they care about, to two people they care about, it just wasn’t about to be taken lightly.
“Hear the screaming?” Hardison asked, pointing to his bedroom door. “That’d be why.”
“YOU’VE HUMILIATED ME!” Sophie screamed at Parker, who had decided going anywhere closer than five feet from Sophie might be a very bad idea.
“I’m trying to protect you!” Parker yelled, angry that Sophie couldn’t see that. She started waving her hands at the door, indicating Hardison and Eliot behind it into the other room. “They’re who we can trust! They can help us, Sophie! Having Eliot is like guaranteeing that nothing will go wrong! Or have you forgotten what he does?!”
“Of course I haven’t bloody forgotten!” Sophie yelled, hating for a fleeting moment that she knew Parker was right. “But I…! But I…! Arrgggg!” she screamed, hitting the wall with her fist, just needing to bloody hit something, making Parker jump a bit.
What Sophie always said: Nate only hit her… when she hit him first. The fact that Parker just thought of that, didn’t make her feel any better about this situation.
“Sophie, calm down,” Parker said, putting her hands up a bit. But Sophie was furious, humiliated, scared, and felt trapped. Her façade had crumbled around her, leaving her feeling exposed… and she blamed Parker for it.
“This is all your fault,” Sophie told her, eyes flashing. Parker didn’t like that look. She also didn’t like when Sophie went after her then, and she especially didn’t like that she had to grab Sophie’s arms, pin them behind her back and throw her face first on the bed and hold her there.
“Sophie! Damnit!” Parker yelled at her, holding her down. Sophie struggled, but Parker had her held in such a way that she couldn’t move, but it didn’t hurt her either. “Is this what you want to be then?! One of those women who got beat so they now think they have to hit everyone else to make their fucking point?! You wanna hit me Sophie, huh?”
She bent down so she was on top of her then, whispering the last, most serious part into it, “I’m not like you, you hit me even once and I walk out that door and you’re on your own. Unlike you, I won’t look back. I love you, but I will never be abused again, please believe me on that.”
“Oh god,” Sophie let out in a strangled whisper after a moment of silence as that sunk into her head, and she closed her eyes as she felt the tears well up again. “Oh god, oh god…”
She never thought about her own problem, she never even thought she had one. She had spent most of her life trying to defend herself, even way before Nate. She’d been on her own since after high school, and becoming a grifter was a dangerous skill to learn. She’d found herself in more fucked up positions than she’s ever willing to let anyone know, and that attributed a lot to how she saw people when she felt like her life was threatened. It didn’t matter who it was, if even a small link connected to her safety being compromised, she felt like she had to fight back. And while it was Parker who had always kept her safe, because they had fell in love, it had also compromised her safety and her life because of Nate. It was screwed up that somewhere she blamed her for it, but it was just the way her head worked.
She had no one to blame for her own abuse but herself though, really. She had asked for it all. She had started it all, because she was the abusive one… she just had a bad habit of trying to take on people that were stronger than her. She was the match that started all of the fires.
“Oh god… I’m so sorry, Parker…” Sophie cried, hating everything about herself right then. She had a fleeting thought that maybe it would be better if Parker left her, threw her to Nate and let him kill her. She’d deserve it, after all.
Parker got off of her slowly, but Sophie didn’t move. She just laid on the bed and cried. Parker sighed and looked down at her before running her fingers through Sophie’s hair. “Sophie… look, I get it, okay? I used to be just like that…”
“Abusing people you claim to love?” Sophie asks through her tears, still not wanting to look at her. “I doubt that.”
“No,” Parker said, her voice calmer, trying to relax Sophie just a little bit as she continued to run her fingers through her hair. “No, I’ve never loved anyone besides you… and Alec, but that was more of a friend love. But I had a really bad anger problem for a long time; it was kind of horrible bad when I was a teenager. I just wanted to hurt everyone around me, make them feel what I used to feel.”
Sophie sniffed and wiped at her eyes, feeling all of a sudden so much younger than this women who was twelve years her junior. She turned and looked at her, the woman she loved, and yet was almost a split hair away from losing if she had made the wrong decision, and wiped away the last of her tears. “How did you fix it?” she asked in a whisper, needing to be taught something from Parker for once.
Parker smiled a bit and leaned down, kissing her on her forehead and whispering, “I found another way to make me feel powerful.” Sophie sniffed again and looked up at her, her hand reaching up to brush some of Parker’s blonde hair away from her face.
“What if I don’t know how?” she asked her, her voice breaking a little.
“Then I’ll teach you,” Parker told her softly with a smile, leaning down to kiss her. She closed her eyes and laid down next to her, kissing her lightly, just needing to somehow turn this incredibly fucked up situation into something a little bit nice. She would be lying if she said that Sophie’s apparent problem with starting abuse didn’t worry her, but she also knew Sophie wasn’t stupid enough to believe she was bluffing when she said she’d walk out that door and never look back. Because she would. It would rip her in half, but she wasn’t going to be a victim again.
When they broke, Sophie laid her head on Parker’s breast and wrapped and arm around her, not wanting to let her go because she was afraid her herself would be the one to push her away. “I’m sorry about… everything. You’ve been the only one trying to help me these past couple months. You’ve been… everything, Parker. I don’t want to even think about…” she closed her eyes and sighed a bit. “I just don’t want to lose you. Fuck everything up like I always do.”
“You don’t fuck everything up, Sophie,” Parker says, sighing a bit, wrapping her arms around her. “Maybe subconsciously you don’t want to be happy, I don’t know.”
“How is that not the equivalent of ‘fucking things up’?” Sophie asked, looking up at her.
“I was trying to make it sound a bit better, okay?” Parker replied with a bit of a smirk. But then she got serious. “I used to think I didn’t deserve being happy. I still do sometimes.” She shrugged a bit and her grip on Sophie tightened. “But after ‘fucking things up’ so many times you kinda start to get sick of it, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” Sophie said softly. “Yeah, I am sick of it.”
“Well then stop fucking up,” Parker tells her, like it’s that simple. But the funny thing was; it really was just that simple.
There was a knock on the door then and they both turned to look as Hardison walked in. “Heads up, guys. Nate just called to have me look for you, says you ‘might be in trouble’,” he mocked it with an angry scowl. “Told him I’d look, but I’d give it till tomorrow till he figures out I’m involved.” Then he looked at Sophie and Parker all curled up together on his bed and he narrowed his eyes and pointed at them, “Don’t make me burn my bed sheets. You two are so sleeping in the guest room. With Eliot.”
“With Eliot?” Parker asked, sitting up. She didn’t like that plan, that means she couldn’t sleep with Sophie naked and do… other naked things.
“Well I only got one guestroom and the thing’s got two beds, and apparently Eliot has a ‘bad back’” he mocked it with finger quotes in the air, “so he can’t sleep on the couch so… you do the math,” Hardison said, looking at them pointedly.
“But then there’s three of us in two beds,” Parker said, like she was trying to convince him Sophie and her wouldn’t sleep together, but Hardison just laughed.
“Nice try.”
Parker made a look that clearly indicated she was not happy with that little sleepover arrangement, but stays silent because Hardison was being nice enough to play battered women’s shelter this time.
But that still doesn’t stop her from saying, “If Eliot snores, I’m gonna tape record it and blast it through your room.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Fluff
Unfortunately for Hardison, Eliot snored.
So it was also very unfortunate when Parker crept in his room at night, true to her word since she couldn’t sleep a wink with how loud Eliot was, held the tape recorder up to his ear, turned up the volume… and pressed play.
Hardison woke up so fast, mumbling incoherent sentences as he was rudely awakened by his slumber, swatting at the offending object. When he opened his eyes and saw Parker he squeaked, “JESUS!” Not expecting someone to be right there next to him, and he jumped up so high that when he came back down he had to steady himself on the bed so as to not fall off of it. “PARKER!”
Parker fell on to the floor laughing, not being able to contain it.
“Damnit girl! What is wrong with you?!” Hardison exclaimed, but took one look at her lying on the ground clutching her sides because she was laughing so hard, and he just rolled his eyes and shook his head. He extended his hand to her. “Come on, get up. If you’re lucky I might not kick you for that.”
Parker snorted because of how intense her laugher was before she finally subsided and took his hand, getting helped up into his bed. “You deserved that, you know,” she told him before settling in next to him. “Eliot snores like a grizzly bear.”
Hardison laid down next to her before looking at her funny, “How do you know grizzly bears snore?”
“Well they just look like they would, don’t they?” Parker says seriously, and Hardison just blinks and ignores it. If Parker said grizzly bears snored, then hell, far be it for him to correct her. He might have to look that up now; she’d sparked his curiosity on the random subject.
“Don’t you think Sophie’s gonna flip out if she sees you in bed with me?” Hardison asks, looking over at her pointedly. While the two would still have sleepovers and still share a bed, Sophie seemed like the type to think it meant more than it was, especially in the delicate state she was in. Sophie seemed… the jealous type.
“I’ll go back in a bit, I couldn’t think in there. My head was ringing from those awful sounds,” she tells him and curls up under the covers. “Plus, if I go back in there I’ll try to molest her again, and she was very clear that we couldn’t have secret sex in front of Eliot because he’s not stupid.” She smirked, “Though it was funny to watch her squirm a bit, before I got my hand smacked anyway.”
“Thanks for that visual,” Hardison replied dryly.
“You’re welcome,” Parker says, like she thought he was being serious. Hardison just rolled his eyes.
“Well come on, since you woke me up let’s go get a midnight snack anyway, just in case she does wake up and decides removing my balls would be a fun past time since you’re under my covers half dressed,” Hardison says and looks at her pointedly. She makes a face but throws the covers off of her.
“Fine, I want Fluff,” she tells him as she gets up.
“You mean Peanut Butter and Fluff?” Hardison asks as he climbs out of bed, hoping she did mean it to go on at least something of small nutritional value.
She looks at him like he’s crazy, “Why would I want Peanut Butter with it? I want CHOCOLATE.” She grins, ear to ear, that kind of grin you don’t know if you like or are slightly unnerved by.
“You’re never going to get to sleep with all that sugar,” he tells her as he follows her into the kitchen.
“I’m not going to sleep with Eliot snoring either so…” she shrugs and goes into his cabinet, knowing where everything is, and gets out a jar of Fluff before she turns to him. “Chocolate?”
“I don’t think I have any,” he tells her as he goes to the fridge to get himself a sandwich. Hell, if he’s up, might as well eat too.
“That’s bull, you always have some for smores,” she says.
“You ate it all last time!” Hardison exclaims, the turns and points at her. “You’re buying me more by the way. And you still owe me Hot Pockets.”
“Fine,” she says as she gets up on the counter, sitting on it. She grabs a spoon and opens the jar and digs in. Hardison rolls his eyes a bit at her just eating marshmallow goo, but gets a sandwich and closes the fridge before sitting on one of the bar stools. It would be too much to ask for Parker to sit on one, he knows this already.
There’s silence for a bit between them while they eat, and then finally Hardison has to ask because he’s curious, “So what made her decide to finally leave him?”
Parker twirled the spoon filled with fluff in her hand a bit before popping it in her mouth and mumbling around it, “I didn’t want to play ‘fantasy world’ with her anymore.”
“Thought you liked being her knight,” he said to her with a smirk before taking another bite of his sandwich.
“Just because it’s a fairytale, doesn’t mean it can’t be real life, Alec,” Parker says, looking at him seriously, like she was sick of having to explain that. “In any case,” she says, shrugging a bit. “Seems I’m the prince. Eliot is the knight.”
“And what am I then?” he asks.
“Um…” she thought for a minute, tapping her spoon to her chin which Hardison decided to not tell her still had fluff on it, because now it was too amusing looking at her with white stuff on her chin.
That sounded a lot dirtier than he meant it to.
“Guess you’d be the pumpkin,” she says. “The one that turns into a chariot.”
“Great,” he says with narrowed eyes. “Glad I’m the inanimate object. You have…” he was going to tell her she had stuff on her chin, but she interrupted.
“The pumpkin has a lot of serious business to attend to!” Parker exclaims, waving her spoon about a bit before pointing it at him. “It keeps the prince and the princess safe.”
“You have fluff on your chin.”
“I know,” she says, and leaves it. He just blinks at her before going back to his sandwich. Well, he tried.
“So why are you the guy? You become butch all of a sudden?” he asks, with a smirk. He tried to picture Parker with a buzz cut with a tool belt on, but that image only made him bust out laughing.
“It’s just a fairytale, Hardison,” she tells him, like he’s being stupid. “There’s none about lesbians yet otherwise I would have used that one.”
“You’re mixing your fairytales all together anyway, might as well add something new,” he offers. She finally takes a finger to her chin to wipe away the fluff before sticking it in her mouth as she thinks.
“Yeah, I guess I could. But what would it be called?”
“Does it matter? …Wait, please don’t tell me you plan to write a children’s book about this,” he says, looking at her like that might be the worst plan in the history of any plan. Ever.
“You think I could?” she asks him, suddenly all smiles.
“No,” he tells her, and she frowns and flashes her eyes at him. She appreciated his honesty, but sometimes it was just disappointing.
“Well fine then, you can write it.”
“I am not going to write a lesbian fairytale, Parker,” he says with an eyebrow raised. Come on now, she should know that one would probably not go over so well.
“Come on,” she prods, kicking her feet a bit in the air as she dips her spoon into the fluff. “You can read it to me and Sophie’s children. A story about Mommy and… Mommy. What do two lesbians do with that whole Mom/Mom thing anyway?”
Hardison’s eyes go wide. Did Parker just say something that was relevant to the future? Her future? With Sophie?
“Don’t you think you’re moving a bit fast?” he asks her. Parker had always been the one to emphasize slow in a relationship. “Talking about children?”
“I’m doing the girl thing, Alec,” she says with a head waggle like it would emphasize the point a bit better. “Don’t girls talk about that? Write people’s names in little hearts all over a piece of paper and pretend they have the last name of their lover?”
“Usually with other girls,” Hardison says, still looking at her like he wasn’t sure who was in front of her at the moment. “And I do mean girls, as in not women. Like as in… twelve year olds.”
“Well you’re my best friend, and I missed out on being a regular twelve year old thing, so I’m bending the rules,” she tells him.
“Who are you?” he asks before blinking a bit. Parker was never… girly. At all.
“Parker Devereaux,” she says, thinking about it for a moment, ignoring his actual question. She smiles a bit.
“Okay, now you’re scaring me,” Hardison says. “And besides, Parker’s your last name, Emily.”
“Shhhh!!” Parker says and gets up, flying off the counter, before clapping a hand over Hardison’s mouth. Hardison mumbles something inaudible beneath it. “If she finds out I told you first she’s going to yell.”
Hardison sighed and she took her hand away from his mouth. “Besides,” she says, “I don’t like that name. I’m just Parker now.”
“Right, well, Parker,” he says, emphasizing her name. “Can we stop talking about you and Sophie possible babies now? It’s weird.”
She sighed and made a little sound of annoyance. “You’re no fun. I’m trying to relive my childhood, or whatever they say on TV. Except… fix it a bit.”
“Yeah well, don’t let Sophie hear you talking that way, might freak her out a bit.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, plopping down on the chair next to him. “I’m done now anyway, it wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be. All it did is make me question how in the hell we would actually have children together. Is that possible yet?”
“I don’t think so,” Hardison told her. But then he shrugged, “But you never know.”
Parker sighed a bit and grabbed the last bit of his sandwich, which emitted a loud protest from Hardison. “All the fluff is making me a bit sick,” she says.
Hardison rolled his eyes, meaning more than just the marshmallow goo. “You’re telling me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Repetitive Interruptions
When Sophie awoke, Parker wasn’t in bed with her. She sleepily mumbled a protest and then automatically covered her ears once she was assaulted by the horrible sounds she was now fully aware of coming from Eliot. She groaned, knowing Parker would never stay in here because of that noise, and rolled out of bed to go look for her. It was still only half-morning, and she poked her head into the living room before smiling a bit as she saw her lying on the couch.
Picking up the blanket that was on top of her, Parker mumbled something in her sleep before Sophie climbed on top of her, laying her head on her shoulder and putting the blanket back around them. She just wanted to sleep with Parker.
“Sophie?” Parker asked sleepily, still not opening her eyes. She wrapped her arms around her and started moving them down her body. When they came to her breasts and Sophie yelped a bit in surprise, Parker smirked, eyes still closed. “Yup, you’re Sophie.”
“Thanks for that, I wasn’t sure for a minute there,” Sophie said sarcastically before swatting at her hand. Parker giggled and snuggled her head into Sophie’s neck.
“Why are you on top of me?” Parker asked sleepily.
“There isn’t enough room to be on the side of you,” Sophie told her as she wrapped an arm around her and then teased, “Why? Are you calling me fat?”
“No,” Parker says, very serious now. “No, the last time I implied that I got lectured for an hour about how women are always asking for you to lie to them.” Sophie giggled.
“Well you learned,” Sophie said with a smirk.
“Only out of fear of having to sit through another one of those,” Parker replied with a smirk of her own. Sophie swatted at her a bit.
Sophie smiled and closed her eyes again, wanting to just drift back to sleep being in Parker’s arms. Parker started caressing her skin softly, first her back, her arms, then wandered down to lightly flutter against her sides. Sophie sighed contently, until Parker’s hand wandered down her thigh, then back up to brush over her clit through the thin material of her panties. Sophie gasped softly, “What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper, though it was plainly obvious.
“Mmm…” Parker mumbled sleepily with a smile, eyes still closed. “Touching you.”
“We’re on Hardison’s couch, Parker,” Sophie told her, then bit her bottom lip as Parker did it again. She opened her eyes to look at her.
“Yeah, well… I’ve wanted to touch you for months, I have catching up to do,” Parker replied with a smirk as she finally opened her eyes before kissing her softly. Sophie closed her eyes and kissed her back, but moved Parker’s hand. Parker made a sound that clearly indicated she did not approve of that plan.
“Not here,” she whispered through kisses, but Parker’s hand still seemed to have a mind of it’s own and slipped under her panties again, pressing against her clit, making her gasp softly.
“Parker…” Sophie let out softly, half in warning, half in encouragement. She spread her legs for her automatically though, lifting her hips. Her brain was saying no, her body however, was very much wanting it.
Parker slid her fingers down a bit and she smirked against her lips, “You’re already wet.”
“Shut up,” Sophie replies, then gasps as Parker slides her now wet fingers over her clit again. “God,” she breathed. “Parker we can’t…”
But Parker kissed her again, silencing her, and Sophie gasped softly before pushing her hips against her hand as her own hand came down to run down Parker’s body. She slipped her fingers under Parker’s panties automatically, and Parker gasped hard against her lips.
“Don’t make me burn my couch,” came a voice that was suddenly very much in the same room as them, and Sophie jumped up in surprise, but got tangled in the blanket on top of them and fell off the couch, taking Parker with her.
“Ow,” Parker said in sleepy annoyance at being on the floor yet again. Sophie had turned bright red though, knowing Hardison witnessed some of that. She buried her face in Parker’s neck, just wanting to die. “Why do I keep getting interrupted when I try to have sex with my own girlfriend?” Parker complains, feeling like she hasn’t been able to really have sex with her for days because of all the interruptions. It wasn’t fair.
“Because you’re on other people’s furniture,” Hardison says, shielding his eyes from the two half dressed women that were tangled up on his floor.
“I was on my own bed once!” Parker complains loudly, and Sophie mumbles something that sounds like a very embarrassed ‘Shut up, please.’
Hardison just rolls his eyes at her and says, “I’m going to make breakfast, you two can wake up Eliot.”
“And get murdered?” Parker asks, looking at him like he’s crazy. “No, thank you.”
“Parker,” Sophie mumbles into her neck. “Clothes, please.” She still didn’t want to look at Hardison.
“They’re in the bedroom,” Parker says, like she doesn’t get what she’s talking about.
“Get my clothes, please,” Sophie stresses, not wanting to walk around with her very see though underwear in front of Hardison. Parker’s weren’t transparent, so she got the job of getting them.
“They’re just over there,” Parker said, pointing, still not getting it.
“Now,” Sophie stresses. It’s no longer a request, more of a demand. Parker rolls her eyes but untangles herself from the blankets and Sophie before getting up. Sophie picked herself up off the floor, wrapping the blankets tight around her so no one saw anything of what she was wearing at the moment.
But then by whatever stretch of the imagination Parker thought it would be okay to do anything like this in front of other people, she then brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them, cleaning Sophie off of them.
“Parker!” Sophie exclaimed, horrified she would do that in front of Hardison.
“What?” she asks, not getting it. “They were sticky.”
“Okay me and you,” Hardison said, pointing at her seriously. “We’re about to have a strong talk about what you think you need to share with the rest of the class. Because… I so didn’t need to see that,” he finished, shuddering a bit before turning and walking into the kitchen like he might be scarred a little bit because of that.
Sophie was mortified. She hid under the covers.
But then she almost jumped out of her skin when she heard Parker yell very loudly, “ELIOT WAKE UP!” before running out of the room with Sophie’s clothes and jumping on top of her, so as to be out of the line of attack if it came.
“Ow, Parker, that was my rib!” Sophie complained.
“Sorry,” Parker replied, though it was more automatic than an actual apology. “Here, clothes.” She handed them to her.
Then Eliot, a half awake and very grumpy Eliot, came out into the living room and gave Parker the most evil look Sophie thinks she had ever seen anyone give anyone. Ever. “I was this close,” he warned with a low scruffy morning voice as he pinched his fingers together. “To murdering you, I swear to god, Parker.”
Parker just giggled and threw the comforter over her and Sophie, hiding under it. Sophie made a sound of complaint because she couldn’t get dressed this way. “Hardison told me to!” she exclaimed from under the blanket.
“Hardison,” Eliot warned, and there was a clank of dishes in the kitchen before a scurrying of feet down the hall, the opposite way of where Eliot was. “Hardison!” Eliot calls after him before running down the hall after him.
Both Parker and Sophie giggle when they hear a thump and Hardison crying out, “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” Then he is pulled out of the bedroom by Eliot in a head lock. Parker and Sophie take one look at that and bust out laughing even harder, and Hardison looks annoyed.
“Parker, never listen to me again. Ever,” he says, and Eliot smirks.
“Come on pretty boy, what’s say I make breakfast so it doesn’t suck?” Eliot replies as he drag him into the kitchen, the whole time Hardison protesting loudly.
“Okay, get off of me Parker,” Sophie says with the smile as she gently nudges her.
“Nope,” Parker says with a devious smirk.
“I need to get dressed,” Sophie tries to explain, but Parker just shakes her head.
“No you don’t, I like the way you are now.”
“Parker…” Sophie warns, putting up her finger to try to stop what was forthcoming, but it was futile. Parker pushed her down against the couch, her lips going to her neck. Sophie closed her eyes and gasped softly, her arms coming up to wrap around Parker’s neck. “They’re in the other room!” Sophie exclaimed softly, but her hips were already moving against Parker’s thigh, still turned on from last time.
“Then be very very quiet,” Parker says with a smirk before she brings two fingers up to her lips before slipping them inside very seductively, making Sophie’s breath catch in her throat before Parker slid them down her body and underneath her panties again.
Sophie took a sharp inhale of breath and grabbed on to Parker’s back, her eyes closing as Parker slipped her fingers inside of her. “Oh god,” she breathed out, knowing that for so many reasons they shouldn’t be doing this right now, but it really didn’t matter anymore.
Parker started moving her fingers in her slowly, and Sophie’s hand wandered down Parker’s body before she cupped Parker roughly, making her gasp hard as she pressed against her clit. A little too hard, a little too loudly.
“GUYS!” came the voice in the other room again. “I was serious! Don’t make me burn my couch!”
Parker let out a frustrated sound and took her fingers out of Sophie. “This isn’t fair!”
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Nightmare’s End
It was half past eleven when there was a knock on Hardison’s door. Sophie gasped so loud Parker clapped a hand over her mouth to silence her. The four of them were on the living room, and they all just looked at each other. Sophie’s breathing started to pick up significantly so Parker took her hand away so she wouldn’t smother her, but put a finger to her lips. Sophie just nodded mutely.
It went from the four of them happy, laughing, and joking one minute, to most of them being scared. Not Eliot though, Eliot just got angry. “I got this,” he said in a low voice, but Hardison stopped him for a second.
“My house, let me answer the door,” he whispers. Eliot nods, and then motions for Parker and Sophie to go into Hardison’s bedroom. Parker looked absolutely infuriated that she was supposed to go hide, but Eliot made an over dramatic point to the door and Parker stalked off with Sophie behind her.
Parker didn’t want to just hide from Nate. She wanted to do something about it; Sophie was her girlfriend after all. But Eliot didn’t want them in the way; he didn’t want them to get hurt. He was just trying to protect them, even though Parker was convinced she could have handled all of this by herself the first time if she hadn’t have gotten stoned.
Hardison went to open the door. Nate had his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground for a bit as he tried to seem casual, but even Hardison caught the sneer. “Find them yet?”
“Yeah,” Hardison said, his voice even, looking at Nate like he disgusted him. “Yeah I found them.”
“Well?” Nate asked, looking up at him, but then noticed the way Hardison was looking at him. The alcohol was heavy on his breath as he went on, “Oh come on Hardison… you don’t believe all that shit do you? Sophie’s a pathological liar and Parker… she’s just insane.”
“Go fuck yourself, Nate. You’re disgusting,” Hardison said as he backed up away from his foul breath, and Nate’s eyes flashed before he took his hand out of his pocket, and pointed something in Hardison’s ribs. Hardison’s eyes go wide.
“Look, this doesn’t concern you. Give me the girls, I know they’re here. They must be here. You do that… and everything can go right back to normal. I’m not going to hurt them, I promise. Just wanna talk.” The gun was pressing hard against Hardison’s ribs, and he winced. Right, leave it to Nate to try to convince someone he doesn’t want to hurt anyone while having a gun.
“You see, now this is why I don’t like guns.”
Nate looked up at the second voice just in time to see Eliot before he was punched in the face, staggering back a few steps. That was Hardison’s cue to pitch in, but after the first punch, the second he was grabbed by Nate… and then the gun went off in the struggle.
“Oh god!” Sophie cried as she ran back into the room with Parker behind her, fearing Nate had hurt someone. Parker stepped in front of her automatically and looked around. No one had been hurt; the gun just went off and hit one of the cabinets.
But Eliot had knocked Nate back again, and Nate in his drunken stupor was no match for him even if he was sober. Especially when he saw Parker and Sophie, Parker in front of her like she was trying to protect her, and he just growled at Sophie, “I’ll kill you.” The temporary distraction was long enough for Eliot to elbow him in the face, smashing his nose. The blood poured freely as he slumped to the ground, unconscious for the moment.
Sophie’s chest was rising and falling quickly, and she held on to Parker’s hand in a death grip as she looked at Nate. “You didn’t…?” she asked Eliot softly.
“He’ll live,” Eliot said, like he regretted it. He pushed the hair out of his face.
“What do we do with him?” Parker asked, and came over to him carefully before nudging him with the toe of her shoe to make sure he was really out. He was.
“This is gonna be such a bitch to clean up,” Hardison said, looking at the blood on his floor.
“Seriously Hardison?” Eliot asked and looked at him like he was an idiot for caring about his floor at the moment.
“I was just saying.”
“We can dump him somewhere,” Parker suggests, looking at him.
“Parker!” Sophie protests, finding that completely inhuman.
“No no, I mean like a rehab… or maybe a loony bin,” she says.
“Parker’s right,” Hardison said. “We dump… then we leave town. He might find us eventually, but if he’s smart and hopefully sober by then he won’t. I mean, we’d still have Eliot.”
Eliot looked down at the unconscious Nate and scowled. “Fine, Hardison help me get him up.”
Three days later the four were assembled in a hotel suite in Florida, waiting for the next flight out to Europe. Hardison and Eliot shared a room, much to Hardison’s dismay about the snoring, and Parker and Sophie shared another. Parker looked up from the bed as she saw Sophie go over to the window and wrap her arms around herself while she was looking out of it.
“You alright?” Parker asked her.
“Is this nightmare really over?” she asked her in a quiet voice as she looked out into the night sky. She swallowed a bit then sighed as she shrugged. “I mean, really over?”
“I don’t know,” Parker said, honestly. She didn’t know if Nate would come back. He was obsessive, controlling… and Sophie had gotten away.
“Right,” Sophie said softly and looked down. “Course not.”
“Hey,” Parker said softly as she got up and came behind her, wrapping her arms around the other woman’s waist and putting her chin on her shoulder. “It is for now, okay?”
“I can’t help but think… but for how long?” Sophie whispered, pursing her lips then turning around in Parker’s arms to face her. “How long before I fuck it up again?”
“Sophie,” Parker said seriously. “Don’t say that. We’re gonna be okay. Just stop thinking like that and you’ll be fine.”
“You don’t understand Parker…” Sophie said, biting her lower lip softly. “I get so angry about all these stupid little things and I just wanna…”
“I told you what happens if you do,” Parker tells her, seriously. “So really it’s down to if you want to keep me or not.”
“I do,” Sophie says as she looks up, her eyes locking with the thief’s. “You know I do, but I’m just…”
“No buts,” Parker said, and put a finger to her lips. “It’s a black and white situation.”
Sophie just nodded slowly, and Parker took her finger away. “Sophie I love you, so don’t fuck that up, okay?”
Sophie laughed a bit softly at Parker’s choice of words, but then nodded again. “Okay,” she whispered, and then smiled a bit.
“GOD DAMNIT HARDISON! That was MY fruit roll up! Did you not clearly see the name ‘Eliot’ written on it?!”
Parker and Sophie looked at each other with the same expression, ‘Oh no.’ They left their bedroom and went into the kitchen where Eliot was looking accusingly at Hardison who was on the couch, feet propped up, half the fruit roll up out of his mouth.
“What? I’m dyslexic, I thought it said my name,” Hardison said, looking at him innocently.
“DYSLEXIA DOESN’T CHANGE THE NAME, HARDISON!”
“You guys act like you don’t have millions of dollars. I mean really, what is it with all of you?” Sophie asks, looking between the three of them.
“I don’t like to spend money,” Parker says, while Eliot says, “It’s the damn principle of the thing!” while Hardison just shrugged.
“Bloody hell. Eliot, just buy another box. And can you stop yelling? We have neighbors you know,” Sophie said before walking back into the room.
Both boys just looked at Parker. She held up her hands and whispered while making obscene hand gestures, “I keep trying to get that stick out, but it won’t budge.”
“PARKER!”
Parker made an ‘oops’ face, Sophie clearly heard her. She scuttled back into the bedroom behind her and Hardison made a face. “I really didn’t want the visual to go along with those hand motions.”
Eliot smirked, “I did.”
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The Princess and the Pea
“Stop talking about my ass and whatever you think is invading it to the boys,” Sophie told her sternly, hands on her hips.
“Okay,” Parker said, looking sheepish for a minute. She pursed her lips and rocked on the balls of her feet before her lips curled up into a small smile.
“Oh don’t get cute with me, that doesn’t work, you know,” Sophie said, her hands coming from her hips to fold over her chest to make her point better.
“I’m not getting cute,” Parker said innocently, far too innocently. Sophie could almost see one of those cartoon halos floating around her head… with the horns sticking out beneath them.
Sophie narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend. “I mean it,” she warned, before pointing.
“Mhm,” Parker said, nodding along with wide eyes. Sophie just sighed exasperated and fell on to the bed, hating that Parker really could get out of anything by looking adorable. But then something hurt so she uttered, “Ouch!” and rolled off the offending area.
“What?” Parker asked, cute act gone. She had gotten away with it after all. She looked at where Sophie was laying. “There isn’t anything there.”
“I felt something!” Sophie insisted, and dug under the covers. Still no luck. Sighing in frustration she lifted the mattress a bit and stuck her hand in there before pulling out a marble. “Oh for the love of Christ, do they not clean these things?” she asked as she threw the marble across the floor, aggravated.
“Sophie!” Parker exclaimed, her eyes wide. “That’s the proof!”
“Proof of what?” Sophie asked as she got back up to sit on the bed, looking at the thief confused.
“That this is a fairytale!” Parker exclaimed and went to go pick up the marble from off the floor, making Sophie try very hard to not roll her eyes at that. Parker ran back over and jumped on the bed, making Sophie let out a sound of ‘Oof!’ from the impact, but Parker just held it up to her. “See?”
“What are you on about?” Sophie asked, still not seeing the relevance to a marble and a fairytale.
“The Princess and the Pea!” Parker exclaimed with a smile. She waved the marble more. “See?”
“I see a marble, not a pea,” Sophie said. Parker narrowed her eyes.
“It’s like the same thing. You’re a real princess, Sophie,” she said, and then smiled wide. Sophie could do nothing else but smile at the girl, captivated by her innocence and sweetness, and didn’t want to use logic to ruin that. Maybe she was her princess after all, marble or not.
Before the group retired to bed that night, Sophie was in the bathroom getting washed up, and Parker stood in front of the television to get the boy’s attention, which emitted a lot of protests.
“I want to see what happens!” Eliot complained, with made Hardison smirk at his corruption.
“Dr. Who will still be there in a second, now listen to me, seriously,” Parker said, putting her hands on her hips. Eliot scowled but pressed pause on the DVR.
“What?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest. This had better be quick.
“I am going to have sex with Sophie tonight,” she announced, with made Hardison do a face palm and Eliot smirk. “And we’ve been interrupted for the last million times we’ve tried so if either of you… either of you,” she stressed. “Fuck this up for me, I am going to tell each of your next girlfriends that you have STDs, clear?”
“So watching is out then?” Eliot asked, which made Hardison smack him with the back of his hand on his chest. Eliot glared.
“No watching, no interrupting, no commenting. She gets weird when she thinks you two are lurking, I don’t know why.”
“We’re not perverts!” Hardison exclaimed, offended.
“Speak for yourself,” Eliot muttered.
Parker just rolled her eyes. “I’m going to bed now. Don’t fuck it up for me,” she finished dangerously before walking off into her and Sophie’s room.
Sophie was still in the washroom, so while she waited she closed the door and started to undress. Because hell, there was no way she wasn’t about to get laid now. It’s been days. Between the interruptions and then the moving… it had been hard. She laid down on the bed once she was nude and started picking at the bed sheets, starting to get impatient. She had been in there for a long time.
Getting up, her feet carried her over to the bathroom they shared and she opened the door. Sophie was in the shower, but that wasn’t what she was surprised by. She knew Sophie took long as hell showers. No, what surprised her was the faint sounds she could hear beneath the loud drum of the water against the acrylic base.
Sophie was breathing heavily, moaning slightly as she was whispering Parker’s name. Parker smirked.
Oh, this was too good.
She snuck over to the shower, leaning against the wall so she could see what was going on from the slight area the shower curtain left uncovered. Sophie was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, her fingers moving with skilled precision against her clit. “Oh god, Parker…” she moaned out softly.
“How many times do I have to tell you that you need to stop with this masturbation habit of yours?” Parker asked, smirking even more now.
Sophie jumped half way out of her skin, which made Parker giggle a bit. “Parker?!”
“Who do you think?” she asked with a smirk before she pulled away the shower curtain and stepping inside, the water from the shower beating against her back. “You know…” she said softly as she pressed herself up against Sophie, who was pinned to the shower wall now. “I don’t know why you feel like you have to just think about me while you’re doing yourself, when I’m right here.”
“I didn’t think that here we-” Sophie started, breathless, but was interrupted.
“Just stop thinking, Sophie,” Parker tells her, before her lips met the grifter’s. Sophie moaned softly and wrapped her arms around the blonde, knowing that the sounds of the shower would mask them from prying ears if need be.
Parker bit Sophie’s lower lip softly as her hands slid lower down Sophie’s soaked body, sliding down ever curve, over every inch of tanned skin. Sophie was already so close, but she knew it was futile to even beg Parker, because the next thing she’d know Parker would somehow make it so she wouldn’t be able to move or something equally as disappointing. She wanted to move, she wanted to feel every inch of Parker against her.
“Jesus,” Sophie whispered as Parker started to tease her nipples gently, but not like they needed any more coaxing. She gasped as her own hands ran down Parker to grab her backside, pulling her closer to her as Parker moaned hard against Sophie’s lips, vibrating her tongue just a little bit.
“Fuck, I can’t do this slow…” Parker gasped out as her hand found it’s way between their two bodies, needing to touch Sophie for so long now that the need was overwhelming her.
“Good,” Sophie gasped out, before moaning hard and digging her nails into Parker’s back as Parker slipped a couple fingers inside of her. She couldn’t wait either, it had been only four days, but it felt like forever. Her lips crashed back onto Parker’s as her own hand made a path through their bodies, pressing up hard against the thief’s clit, making her gasp hard and almost lose her footing in the slick tub.
“Don’t make me fall,” Parker gasped out against her lips as she sped up the pace of her fingers, her breathing coming out in short bursts before she closed her eyes tight and let out this half gasp, half scream, as Sophie pressed down harder, rubbing her in all the right, but very intense ways.
“I won’t… I promise…” Sophie panted out against her lips, then screamed as Parker hit the right spot in side of her, and she slammed her head up against the tile wall. But it didn’t hurt, she could barely feel it. She pushed her hips harder against Parker’s hand and cried out, “Fuck! Parker! YES!” Sophie was far from caring who heard at this point.
“Tell me you love me,” Parker gasped out against her lips, then bit her lip to keep from crying out from what Sophie was doing to her.
“I… I love you… Parker-FUCK!” Sophie screamed again as she clenched deep inside, stilling her body, pressing up against Parker’s own clit so hard in the perfect way that Parker gasped before Sophie came, screaming Parker’s names and words not even invented yet as she rode out the wave.
She didn’t even wait for her head to stop spinning, she just went to work against Parker’s clit in tight, hard, fast circles, making Parker’s knees buckle as she slammed her hand against the wall to try to steady herself as she started to fall. “Oh god!” she screamed as it was her turn to tumble off the edge. Her knees gave way however, and Sophie scrambled to hold her up, but the two just came crashing down into the tub, Parker on top of Sophie.
“Ow… shit…” Sophie said, out of formality than anything else because she still couldn’t feel it. She just closed her eyes and breathed heavily, until Parker moved her head and she got sprayed face first with water. “Fuck,” she sputtered as she moved to get up, and Parker giggled.
The two climbed out of the tub, leaving the water still running because they were still so out of breath. They both collapsed on the floor, soaking wet and feeling infinite. “Shower sex is romantic, right?” Parker asked, smirking a bit. She knew Sophie was all for romance.
“Probably would have been a bit better if we didn’t fall and get sprayed in the face with water,” Sophie replied, laying her head on Parker’s chest, giggling a bit.
“Yeah well, no one’s perfect,” Parker said with a smirk as she wrapped her arms around the woman she loved.
“That’s not true,” Sophie said softly before looking up at Parker and pressing her lips lightly against the blonde. “You are,” she whispered, before smiling.
Because to her, she was.
THE END
Author: Sapphire Smoke cuzimastripper
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Parker/Sophie (some Nate/Sophie too, and Parker/OC)
Prompt: Sophie/Parker - burning bridges
Completed Length: 39,651 words
AU: Set two years into the future (from the end of season one). Nate and Sophie have been dating for awhile, and now live together, and team has moved back to LA
Summary: When everything seems to be going wrong, Sophie finds a little bit of right somewhere unexpected.
A/N: There's hella angst, be forewarned. Probably should mention abuse. But there's also happy fluff, and I have a sickness with happy endings so don't worry too much... lol.
Other Parts: PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Match That Starts The Fire
When Parker took a hesitant step into Hardison’s room where Sophie was currently hiding in, both Hardison and Eliot winced as Sophie started screaming at her before Parker closed the door behind her.
“So… what’s up with the whole… lesbian aspect, here?” Eliot asked him, because while he knew Parker was into women, the last person he thought she would end up with would be Sophie.
“It’s a long, complicated story man,” Hardison said and shook his head. If he was to be honest, he didn’t think Parker could land Sophie either. Not that she couldn’t pick up the most beautiful women, because she could, but Sophie was different. Sophie was always… Nate’s.
But then again, Nate ended up being an asshole.
“When did this happen?” Eliot asked. He wasn’t much for getting involved in the lives of his coworkers, but Nate seemed to have screwed that all to hell with threatening bodily harm to two of them.
“Officially? Two weeks ago. If you ask me it’s been months though with these two, Parker’s known about what Nate’s been doing to her for awhile now, playing battered women’s shelter, really,” Hardison said, shaking his head. He still couldn’t believe he had to drag it out of her. They were a family; the horrible secrets wasn’t helping their cause much.
“It’s fucked up they never told us,” Eliot said, angry with it as well. They worked with this man, they were friendly with him, regarded him as someone they could trust. For him to be doing that to someone they care about, to two people they care about, it just wasn’t about to be taken lightly.
“Hear the screaming?” Hardison asked, pointing to his bedroom door. “That’d be why.”
“YOU’VE HUMILIATED ME!” Sophie screamed at Parker, who had decided going anywhere closer than five feet from Sophie might be a very bad idea.
“I’m trying to protect you!” Parker yelled, angry that Sophie couldn’t see that. She started waving her hands at the door, indicating Hardison and Eliot behind it into the other room. “They’re who we can trust! They can help us, Sophie! Having Eliot is like guaranteeing that nothing will go wrong! Or have you forgotten what he does?!”
“Of course I haven’t bloody forgotten!” Sophie yelled, hating for a fleeting moment that she knew Parker was right. “But I…! But I…! Arrgggg!” she screamed, hitting the wall with her fist, just needing to bloody hit something, making Parker jump a bit.
What Sophie always said: Nate only hit her… when she hit him first. The fact that Parker just thought of that, didn’t make her feel any better about this situation.
“Sophie, calm down,” Parker said, putting her hands up a bit. But Sophie was furious, humiliated, scared, and felt trapped. Her façade had crumbled around her, leaving her feeling exposed… and she blamed Parker for it.
“This is all your fault,” Sophie told her, eyes flashing. Parker didn’t like that look. She also didn’t like when Sophie went after her then, and she especially didn’t like that she had to grab Sophie’s arms, pin them behind her back and throw her face first on the bed and hold her there.
“Sophie! Damnit!” Parker yelled at her, holding her down. Sophie struggled, but Parker had her held in such a way that she couldn’t move, but it didn’t hurt her either. “Is this what you want to be then?! One of those women who got beat so they now think they have to hit everyone else to make their fucking point?! You wanna hit me Sophie, huh?”
She bent down so she was on top of her then, whispering the last, most serious part into it, “I’m not like you, you hit me even once and I walk out that door and you’re on your own. Unlike you, I won’t look back. I love you, but I will never be abused again, please believe me on that.”
“Oh god,” Sophie let out in a strangled whisper after a moment of silence as that sunk into her head, and she closed her eyes as she felt the tears well up again. “Oh god, oh god…”
She never thought about her own problem, she never even thought she had one. She had spent most of her life trying to defend herself, even way before Nate. She’d been on her own since after high school, and becoming a grifter was a dangerous skill to learn. She’d found herself in more fucked up positions than she’s ever willing to let anyone know, and that attributed a lot to how she saw people when she felt like her life was threatened. It didn’t matter who it was, if even a small link connected to her safety being compromised, she felt like she had to fight back. And while it was Parker who had always kept her safe, because they had fell in love, it had also compromised her safety and her life because of Nate. It was screwed up that somewhere she blamed her for it, but it was just the way her head worked.
She had no one to blame for her own abuse but herself though, really. She had asked for it all. She had started it all, because she was the abusive one… she just had a bad habit of trying to take on people that were stronger than her. She was the match that started all of the fires.
“Oh god… I’m so sorry, Parker…” Sophie cried, hating everything about herself right then. She had a fleeting thought that maybe it would be better if Parker left her, threw her to Nate and let him kill her. She’d deserve it, after all.
Parker got off of her slowly, but Sophie didn’t move. She just laid on the bed and cried. Parker sighed and looked down at her before running her fingers through Sophie’s hair. “Sophie… look, I get it, okay? I used to be just like that…”
“Abusing people you claim to love?” Sophie asks through her tears, still not wanting to look at her. “I doubt that.”
“No,” Parker said, her voice calmer, trying to relax Sophie just a little bit as she continued to run her fingers through her hair. “No, I’ve never loved anyone besides you… and Alec, but that was more of a friend love. But I had a really bad anger problem for a long time; it was kind of horrible bad when I was a teenager. I just wanted to hurt everyone around me, make them feel what I used to feel.”
Sophie sniffed and wiped at her eyes, feeling all of a sudden so much younger than this women who was twelve years her junior. She turned and looked at her, the woman she loved, and yet was almost a split hair away from losing if she had made the wrong decision, and wiped away the last of her tears. “How did you fix it?” she asked in a whisper, needing to be taught something from Parker for once.
Parker smiled a bit and leaned down, kissing her on her forehead and whispering, “I found another way to make me feel powerful.” Sophie sniffed again and looked up at her, her hand reaching up to brush some of Parker’s blonde hair away from her face.
“What if I don’t know how?” she asked her, her voice breaking a little.
“Then I’ll teach you,” Parker told her softly with a smile, leaning down to kiss her. She closed her eyes and laid down next to her, kissing her lightly, just needing to somehow turn this incredibly fucked up situation into something a little bit nice. She would be lying if she said that Sophie’s apparent problem with starting abuse didn’t worry her, but she also knew Sophie wasn’t stupid enough to believe she was bluffing when she said she’d walk out that door and never look back. Because she would. It would rip her in half, but she wasn’t going to be a victim again.
When they broke, Sophie laid her head on Parker’s breast and wrapped and arm around her, not wanting to let her go because she was afraid her herself would be the one to push her away. “I’m sorry about… everything. You’ve been the only one trying to help me these past couple months. You’ve been… everything, Parker. I don’t want to even think about…” she closed her eyes and sighed a bit. “I just don’t want to lose you. Fuck everything up like I always do.”
“You don’t fuck everything up, Sophie,” Parker says, sighing a bit, wrapping her arms around her. “Maybe subconsciously you don’t want to be happy, I don’t know.”
“How is that not the equivalent of ‘fucking things up’?” Sophie asked, looking up at her.
“I was trying to make it sound a bit better, okay?” Parker replied with a bit of a smirk. But then she got serious. “I used to think I didn’t deserve being happy. I still do sometimes.” She shrugged a bit and her grip on Sophie tightened. “But after ‘fucking things up’ so many times you kinda start to get sick of it, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” Sophie said softly. “Yeah, I am sick of it.”
“Well then stop fucking up,” Parker tells her, like it’s that simple. But the funny thing was; it really was just that simple.
There was a knock on the door then and they both turned to look as Hardison walked in. “Heads up, guys. Nate just called to have me look for you, says you ‘might be in trouble’,” he mocked it with an angry scowl. “Told him I’d look, but I’d give it till tomorrow till he figures out I’m involved.” Then he looked at Sophie and Parker all curled up together on his bed and he narrowed his eyes and pointed at them, “Don’t make me burn my bed sheets. You two are so sleeping in the guest room. With Eliot.”
“With Eliot?” Parker asked, sitting up. She didn’t like that plan, that means she couldn’t sleep with Sophie naked and do… other naked things.
“Well I only got one guestroom and the thing’s got two beds, and apparently Eliot has a ‘bad back’” he mocked it with finger quotes in the air, “so he can’t sleep on the couch so… you do the math,” Hardison said, looking at them pointedly.
“But then there’s three of us in two beds,” Parker said, like she was trying to convince him Sophie and her wouldn’t sleep together, but Hardison just laughed.
“Nice try.”
Parker made a look that clearly indicated she was not happy with that little sleepover arrangement, but stays silent because Hardison was being nice enough to play battered women’s shelter this time.
But that still doesn’t stop her from saying, “If Eliot snores, I’m gonna tape record it and blast it through your room.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Fluff
Unfortunately for Hardison, Eliot snored.
So it was also very unfortunate when Parker crept in his room at night, true to her word since she couldn’t sleep a wink with how loud Eliot was, held the tape recorder up to his ear, turned up the volume… and pressed play.
Hardison woke up so fast, mumbling incoherent sentences as he was rudely awakened by his slumber, swatting at the offending object. When he opened his eyes and saw Parker he squeaked, “JESUS!” Not expecting someone to be right there next to him, and he jumped up so high that when he came back down he had to steady himself on the bed so as to not fall off of it. “PARKER!”
Parker fell on to the floor laughing, not being able to contain it.
“Damnit girl! What is wrong with you?!” Hardison exclaimed, but took one look at her lying on the ground clutching her sides because she was laughing so hard, and he just rolled his eyes and shook his head. He extended his hand to her. “Come on, get up. If you’re lucky I might not kick you for that.”
Parker snorted because of how intense her laugher was before she finally subsided and took his hand, getting helped up into his bed. “You deserved that, you know,” she told him before settling in next to him. “Eliot snores like a grizzly bear.”
Hardison laid down next to her before looking at her funny, “How do you know grizzly bears snore?”
“Well they just look like they would, don’t they?” Parker says seriously, and Hardison just blinks and ignores it. If Parker said grizzly bears snored, then hell, far be it for him to correct her. He might have to look that up now; she’d sparked his curiosity on the random subject.
“Don’t you think Sophie’s gonna flip out if she sees you in bed with me?” Hardison asks, looking over at her pointedly. While the two would still have sleepovers and still share a bed, Sophie seemed like the type to think it meant more than it was, especially in the delicate state she was in. Sophie seemed… the jealous type.
“I’ll go back in a bit, I couldn’t think in there. My head was ringing from those awful sounds,” she tells him and curls up under the covers. “Plus, if I go back in there I’ll try to molest her again, and she was very clear that we couldn’t have secret sex in front of Eliot because he’s not stupid.” She smirked, “Though it was funny to watch her squirm a bit, before I got my hand smacked anyway.”
“Thanks for that visual,” Hardison replied dryly.
“You’re welcome,” Parker says, like she thought he was being serious. Hardison just rolled his eyes.
“Well come on, since you woke me up let’s go get a midnight snack anyway, just in case she does wake up and decides removing my balls would be a fun past time since you’re under my covers half dressed,” Hardison says and looks at her pointedly. She makes a face but throws the covers off of her.
“Fine, I want Fluff,” she tells him as she gets up.
“You mean Peanut Butter and Fluff?” Hardison asks as he climbs out of bed, hoping she did mean it to go on at least something of small nutritional value.
She looks at him like he’s crazy, “Why would I want Peanut Butter with it? I want CHOCOLATE.” She grins, ear to ear, that kind of grin you don’t know if you like or are slightly unnerved by.
“You’re never going to get to sleep with all that sugar,” he tells her as he follows her into the kitchen.
“I’m not going to sleep with Eliot snoring either so…” she shrugs and goes into his cabinet, knowing where everything is, and gets out a jar of Fluff before she turns to him. “Chocolate?”
“I don’t think I have any,” he tells her as he goes to the fridge to get himself a sandwich. Hell, if he’s up, might as well eat too.
“That’s bull, you always have some for smores,” she says.
“You ate it all last time!” Hardison exclaims, the turns and points at her. “You’re buying me more by the way. And you still owe me Hot Pockets.”
“Fine,” she says as she gets up on the counter, sitting on it. She grabs a spoon and opens the jar and digs in. Hardison rolls his eyes a bit at her just eating marshmallow goo, but gets a sandwich and closes the fridge before sitting on one of the bar stools. It would be too much to ask for Parker to sit on one, he knows this already.
There’s silence for a bit between them while they eat, and then finally Hardison has to ask because he’s curious, “So what made her decide to finally leave him?”
Parker twirled the spoon filled with fluff in her hand a bit before popping it in her mouth and mumbling around it, “I didn’t want to play ‘fantasy world’ with her anymore.”
“Thought you liked being her knight,” he said to her with a smirk before taking another bite of his sandwich.
“Just because it’s a fairytale, doesn’t mean it can’t be real life, Alec,” Parker says, looking at him seriously, like she was sick of having to explain that. “In any case,” she says, shrugging a bit. “Seems I’m the prince. Eliot is the knight.”
“And what am I then?” he asks.
“Um…” she thought for a minute, tapping her spoon to her chin which Hardison decided to not tell her still had fluff on it, because now it was too amusing looking at her with white stuff on her chin.
That sounded a lot dirtier than he meant it to.
“Guess you’d be the pumpkin,” she says. “The one that turns into a chariot.”
“Great,” he says with narrowed eyes. “Glad I’m the inanimate object. You have…” he was going to tell her she had stuff on her chin, but she interrupted.
“The pumpkin has a lot of serious business to attend to!” Parker exclaims, waving her spoon about a bit before pointing it at him. “It keeps the prince and the princess safe.”
“You have fluff on your chin.”
“I know,” she says, and leaves it. He just blinks at her before going back to his sandwich. Well, he tried.
“So why are you the guy? You become butch all of a sudden?” he asks, with a smirk. He tried to picture Parker with a buzz cut with a tool belt on, but that image only made him bust out laughing.
“It’s just a fairytale, Hardison,” she tells him, like he’s being stupid. “There’s none about lesbians yet otherwise I would have used that one.”
“You’re mixing your fairytales all together anyway, might as well add something new,” he offers. She finally takes a finger to her chin to wipe away the fluff before sticking it in her mouth as she thinks.
“Yeah, I guess I could. But what would it be called?”
“Does it matter? …Wait, please don’t tell me you plan to write a children’s book about this,” he says, looking at her like that might be the worst plan in the history of any plan. Ever.
“You think I could?” she asks him, suddenly all smiles.
“No,” he tells her, and she frowns and flashes her eyes at him. She appreciated his honesty, but sometimes it was just disappointing.
“Well fine then, you can write it.”
“I am not going to write a lesbian fairytale, Parker,” he says with an eyebrow raised. Come on now, she should know that one would probably not go over so well.
“Come on,” she prods, kicking her feet a bit in the air as she dips her spoon into the fluff. “You can read it to me and Sophie’s children. A story about Mommy and… Mommy. What do two lesbians do with that whole Mom/Mom thing anyway?”
Hardison’s eyes go wide. Did Parker just say something that was relevant to the future? Her future? With Sophie?
“Don’t you think you’re moving a bit fast?” he asks her. Parker had always been the one to emphasize slow in a relationship. “Talking about children?”
“I’m doing the girl thing, Alec,” she says with a head waggle like it would emphasize the point a bit better. “Don’t girls talk about that? Write people’s names in little hearts all over a piece of paper and pretend they have the last name of their lover?”
“Usually with other girls,” Hardison says, still looking at her like he wasn’t sure who was in front of her at the moment. “And I do mean girls, as in not women. Like as in… twelve year olds.”
“Well you’re my best friend, and I missed out on being a regular twelve year old thing, so I’m bending the rules,” she tells him.
“Who are you?” he asks before blinking a bit. Parker was never… girly. At all.
“Parker Devereaux,” she says, thinking about it for a moment, ignoring his actual question. She smiles a bit.
“Okay, now you’re scaring me,” Hardison says. “And besides, Parker’s your last name, Emily.”
“Shhhh!!” Parker says and gets up, flying off the counter, before clapping a hand over Hardison’s mouth. Hardison mumbles something inaudible beneath it. “If she finds out I told you first she’s going to yell.”
Hardison sighed and she took her hand away from his mouth. “Besides,” she says, “I don’t like that name. I’m just Parker now.”
“Right, well, Parker,” he says, emphasizing her name. “Can we stop talking about you and Sophie possible babies now? It’s weird.”
She sighed and made a little sound of annoyance. “You’re no fun. I’m trying to relive my childhood, or whatever they say on TV. Except… fix it a bit.”
“Yeah well, don’t let Sophie hear you talking that way, might freak her out a bit.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, plopping down on the chair next to him. “I’m done now anyway, it wasn’t as much fun as I thought it would be. All it did is make me question how in the hell we would actually have children together. Is that possible yet?”
“I don’t think so,” Hardison told her. But then he shrugged, “But you never know.”
Parker sighed a bit and grabbed the last bit of his sandwich, which emitted a loud protest from Hardison. “All the fluff is making me a bit sick,” she says.
Hardison rolled his eyes, meaning more than just the marshmallow goo. “You’re telling me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Repetitive Interruptions
When Sophie awoke, Parker wasn’t in bed with her. She sleepily mumbled a protest and then automatically covered her ears once she was assaulted by the horrible sounds she was now fully aware of coming from Eliot. She groaned, knowing Parker would never stay in here because of that noise, and rolled out of bed to go look for her. It was still only half-morning, and she poked her head into the living room before smiling a bit as she saw her lying on the couch.
Picking up the blanket that was on top of her, Parker mumbled something in her sleep before Sophie climbed on top of her, laying her head on her shoulder and putting the blanket back around them. She just wanted to sleep with Parker.
“Sophie?” Parker asked sleepily, still not opening her eyes. She wrapped her arms around her and started moving them down her body. When they came to her breasts and Sophie yelped a bit in surprise, Parker smirked, eyes still closed. “Yup, you’re Sophie.”
“Thanks for that, I wasn’t sure for a minute there,” Sophie said sarcastically before swatting at her hand. Parker giggled and snuggled her head into Sophie’s neck.
“Why are you on top of me?” Parker asked sleepily.
“There isn’t enough room to be on the side of you,” Sophie told her as she wrapped an arm around her and then teased, “Why? Are you calling me fat?”
“No,” Parker says, very serious now. “No, the last time I implied that I got lectured for an hour about how women are always asking for you to lie to them.” Sophie giggled.
“Well you learned,” Sophie said with a smirk.
“Only out of fear of having to sit through another one of those,” Parker replied with a smirk of her own. Sophie swatted at her a bit.
Sophie smiled and closed her eyes again, wanting to just drift back to sleep being in Parker’s arms. Parker started caressing her skin softly, first her back, her arms, then wandered down to lightly flutter against her sides. Sophie sighed contently, until Parker’s hand wandered down her thigh, then back up to brush over her clit through the thin material of her panties. Sophie gasped softly, “What are you doing?” she asked in a whisper, though it was plainly obvious.
“Mmm…” Parker mumbled sleepily with a smile, eyes still closed. “Touching you.”
“We’re on Hardison’s couch, Parker,” Sophie told her, then bit her bottom lip as Parker did it again. She opened her eyes to look at her.
“Yeah, well… I’ve wanted to touch you for months, I have catching up to do,” Parker replied with a smirk as she finally opened her eyes before kissing her softly. Sophie closed her eyes and kissed her back, but moved Parker’s hand. Parker made a sound that clearly indicated she did not approve of that plan.
“Not here,” she whispered through kisses, but Parker’s hand still seemed to have a mind of it’s own and slipped under her panties again, pressing against her clit, making her gasp softly.
“Parker…” Sophie let out softly, half in warning, half in encouragement. She spread her legs for her automatically though, lifting her hips. Her brain was saying no, her body however, was very much wanting it.
Parker slid her fingers down a bit and she smirked against her lips, “You’re already wet.”
“Shut up,” Sophie replies, then gasps as Parker slides her now wet fingers over her clit again. “God,” she breathed. “Parker we can’t…”
But Parker kissed her again, silencing her, and Sophie gasped softly before pushing her hips against her hand as her own hand came down to run down Parker’s body. She slipped her fingers under Parker’s panties automatically, and Parker gasped hard against her lips.
“Don’t make me burn my couch,” came a voice that was suddenly very much in the same room as them, and Sophie jumped up in surprise, but got tangled in the blanket on top of them and fell off the couch, taking Parker with her.
“Ow,” Parker said in sleepy annoyance at being on the floor yet again. Sophie had turned bright red though, knowing Hardison witnessed some of that. She buried her face in Parker’s neck, just wanting to die. “Why do I keep getting interrupted when I try to have sex with my own girlfriend?” Parker complains, feeling like she hasn’t been able to really have sex with her for days because of all the interruptions. It wasn’t fair.
“Because you’re on other people’s furniture,” Hardison says, shielding his eyes from the two half dressed women that were tangled up on his floor.
“I was on my own bed once!” Parker complains loudly, and Sophie mumbles something that sounds like a very embarrassed ‘Shut up, please.’
Hardison just rolls his eyes at her and says, “I’m going to make breakfast, you two can wake up Eliot.”
“And get murdered?” Parker asks, looking at him like he’s crazy. “No, thank you.”
“Parker,” Sophie mumbles into her neck. “Clothes, please.” She still didn’t want to look at Hardison.
“They’re in the bedroom,” Parker says, like she doesn’t get what she’s talking about.
“Get my clothes, please,” Sophie stresses, not wanting to walk around with her very see though underwear in front of Hardison. Parker’s weren’t transparent, so she got the job of getting them.
“They’re just over there,” Parker said, pointing, still not getting it.
“Now,” Sophie stresses. It’s no longer a request, more of a demand. Parker rolls her eyes but untangles herself from the blankets and Sophie before getting up. Sophie picked herself up off the floor, wrapping the blankets tight around her so no one saw anything of what she was wearing at the moment.
But then by whatever stretch of the imagination Parker thought it would be okay to do anything like this in front of other people, she then brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them, cleaning Sophie off of them.
“Parker!” Sophie exclaimed, horrified she would do that in front of Hardison.
“What?” she asks, not getting it. “They were sticky.”
“Okay me and you,” Hardison said, pointing at her seriously. “We’re about to have a strong talk about what you think you need to share with the rest of the class. Because… I so didn’t need to see that,” he finished, shuddering a bit before turning and walking into the kitchen like he might be scarred a little bit because of that.
Sophie was mortified. She hid under the covers.
But then she almost jumped out of her skin when she heard Parker yell very loudly, “ELIOT WAKE UP!” before running out of the room with Sophie’s clothes and jumping on top of her, so as to be out of the line of attack if it came.
“Ow, Parker, that was my rib!” Sophie complained.
“Sorry,” Parker replied, though it was more automatic than an actual apology. “Here, clothes.” She handed them to her.
Then Eliot, a half awake and very grumpy Eliot, came out into the living room and gave Parker the most evil look Sophie thinks she had ever seen anyone give anyone. Ever. “I was this close,” he warned with a low scruffy morning voice as he pinched his fingers together. “To murdering you, I swear to god, Parker.”
Parker just giggled and threw the comforter over her and Sophie, hiding under it. Sophie made a sound of complaint because she couldn’t get dressed this way. “Hardison told me to!” she exclaimed from under the blanket.
“Hardison,” Eliot warned, and there was a clank of dishes in the kitchen before a scurrying of feet down the hall, the opposite way of where Eliot was. “Hardison!” Eliot calls after him before running down the hall after him.
Both Parker and Sophie giggle when they hear a thump and Hardison crying out, “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” Then he is pulled out of the bedroom by Eliot in a head lock. Parker and Sophie take one look at that and bust out laughing even harder, and Hardison looks annoyed.
“Parker, never listen to me again. Ever,” he says, and Eliot smirks.
“Come on pretty boy, what’s say I make breakfast so it doesn’t suck?” Eliot replies as he drag him into the kitchen, the whole time Hardison protesting loudly.
“Okay, get off of me Parker,” Sophie says with the smile as she gently nudges her.
“Nope,” Parker says with a devious smirk.
“I need to get dressed,” Sophie tries to explain, but Parker just shakes her head.
“No you don’t, I like the way you are now.”
“Parker…” Sophie warns, putting up her finger to try to stop what was forthcoming, but it was futile. Parker pushed her down against the couch, her lips going to her neck. Sophie closed her eyes and gasped softly, her arms coming up to wrap around Parker’s neck. “They’re in the other room!” Sophie exclaimed softly, but her hips were already moving against Parker’s thigh, still turned on from last time.
“Then be very very quiet,” Parker says with a smirk before she brings two fingers up to her lips before slipping them inside very seductively, making Sophie’s breath catch in her throat before Parker slid them down her body and underneath her panties again.
Sophie took a sharp inhale of breath and grabbed on to Parker’s back, her eyes closing as Parker slipped her fingers inside of her. “Oh god,” she breathed out, knowing that for so many reasons they shouldn’t be doing this right now, but it really didn’t matter anymore.
Parker started moving her fingers in her slowly, and Sophie’s hand wandered down Parker’s body before she cupped Parker roughly, making her gasp hard as she pressed against her clit. A little too hard, a little too loudly.
“GUYS!” came the voice in the other room again. “I was serious! Don’t make me burn my couch!”
Parker let out a frustrated sound and took her fingers out of Sophie. “This isn’t fair!”
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Nightmare’s End
It was half past eleven when there was a knock on Hardison’s door. Sophie gasped so loud Parker clapped a hand over her mouth to silence her. The four of them were on the living room, and they all just looked at each other. Sophie’s breathing started to pick up significantly so Parker took her hand away so she wouldn’t smother her, but put a finger to her lips. Sophie just nodded mutely.
It went from the four of them happy, laughing, and joking one minute, to most of them being scared. Not Eliot though, Eliot just got angry. “I got this,” he said in a low voice, but Hardison stopped him for a second.
“My house, let me answer the door,” he whispers. Eliot nods, and then motions for Parker and Sophie to go into Hardison’s bedroom. Parker looked absolutely infuriated that she was supposed to go hide, but Eliot made an over dramatic point to the door and Parker stalked off with Sophie behind her.
Parker didn’t want to just hide from Nate. She wanted to do something about it; Sophie was her girlfriend after all. But Eliot didn’t want them in the way; he didn’t want them to get hurt. He was just trying to protect them, even though Parker was convinced she could have handled all of this by herself the first time if she hadn’t have gotten stoned.
Hardison went to open the door. Nate had his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground for a bit as he tried to seem casual, but even Hardison caught the sneer. “Find them yet?”
“Yeah,” Hardison said, his voice even, looking at Nate like he disgusted him. “Yeah I found them.”
“Well?” Nate asked, looking up at him, but then noticed the way Hardison was looking at him. The alcohol was heavy on his breath as he went on, “Oh come on Hardison… you don’t believe all that shit do you? Sophie’s a pathological liar and Parker… she’s just insane.”
“Go fuck yourself, Nate. You’re disgusting,” Hardison said as he backed up away from his foul breath, and Nate’s eyes flashed before he took his hand out of his pocket, and pointed something in Hardison’s ribs. Hardison’s eyes go wide.
“Look, this doesn’t concern you. Give me the girls, I know they’re here. They must be here. You do that… and everything can go right back to normal. I’m not going to hurt them, I promise. Just wanna talk.” The gun was pressing hard against Hardison’s ribs, and he winced. Right, leave it to Nate to try to convince someone he doesn’t want to hurt anyone while having a gun.
“You see, now this is why I don’t like guns.”
Nate looked up at the second voice just in time to see Eliot before he was punched in the face, staggering back a few steps. That was Hardison’s cue to pitch in, but after the first punch, the second he was grabbed by Nate… and then the gun went off in the struggle.
“Oh god!” Sophie cried as she ran back into the room with Parker behind her, fearing Nate had hurt someone. Parker stepped in front of her automatically and looked around. No one had been hurt; the gun just went off and hit one of the cabinets.
But Eliot had knocked Nate back again, and Nate in his drunken stupor was no match for him even if he was sober. Especially when he saw Parker and Sophie, Parker in front of her like she was trying to protect her, and he just growled at Sophie, “I’ll kill you.” The temporary distraction was long enough for Eliot to elbow him in the face, smashing his nose. The blood poured freely as he slumped to the ground, unconscious for the moment.
Sophie’s chest was rising and falling quickly, and she held on to Parker’s hand in a death grip as she looked at Nate. “You didn’t…?” she asked Eliot softly.
“He’ll live,” Eliot said, like he regretted it. He pushed the hair out of his face.
“What do we do with him?” Parker asked, and came over to him carefully before nudging him with the toe of her shoe to make sure he was really out. He was.
“This is gonna be such a bitch to clean up,” Hardison said, looking at the blood on his floor.
“Seriously Hardison?” Eliot asked and looked at him like he was an idiot for caring about his floor at the moment.
“I was just saying.”
“We can dump him somewhere,” Parker suggests, looking at him.
“Parker!” Sophie protests, finding that completely inhuman.
“No no, I mean like a rehab… or maybe a loony bin,” she says.
“Parker’s right,” Hardison said. “We dump… then we leave town. He might find us eventually, but if he’s smart and hopefully sober by then he won’t. I mean, we’d still have Eliot.”
Eliot looked down at the unconscious Nate and scowled. “Fine, Hardison help me get him up.”
Three days later the four were assembled in a hotel suite in Florida, waiting for the next flight out to Europe. Hardison and Eliot shared a room, much to Hardison’s dismay about the snoring, and Parker and Sophie shared another. Parker looked up from the bed as she saw Sophie go over to the window and wrap her arms around herself while she was looking out of it.
“You alright?” Parker asked her.
“Is this nightmare really over?” she asked her in a quiet voice as she looked out into the night sky. She swallowed a bit then sighed as she shrugged. “I mean, really over?”
“I don’t know,” Parker said, honestly. She didn’t know if Nate would come back. He was obsessive, controlling… and Sophie had gotten away.
“Right,” Sophie said softly and looked down. “Course not.”
“Hey,” Parker said softly as she got up and came behind her, wrapping her arms around the other woman’s waist and putting her chin on her shoulder. “It is for now, okay?”
“I can’t help but think… but for how long?” Sophie whispered, pursing her lips then turning around in Parker’s arms to face her. “How long before I fuck it up again?”
“Sophie,” Parker said seriously. “Don’t say that. We’re gonna be okay. Just stop thinking like that and you’ll be fine.”
“You don’t understand Parker…” Sophie said, biting her lower lip softly. “I get so angry about all these stupid little things and I just wanna…”
“I told you what happens if you do,” Parker tells her, seriously. “So really it’s down to if you want to keep me or not.”
“I do,” Sophie says as she looks up, her eyes locking with the thief’s. “You know I do, but I’m just…”
“No buts,” Parker said, and put a finger to her lips. “It’s a black and white situation.”
Sophie just nodded slowly, and Parker took her finger away. “Sophie I love you, so don’t fuck that up, okay?”
Sophie laughed a bit softly at Parker’s choice of words, but then nodded again. “Okay,” she whispered, and then smiled a bit.
“GOD DAMNIT HARDISON! That was MY fruit roll up! Did you not clearly see the name ‘Eliot’ written on it?!”
Parker and Sophie looked at each other with the same expression, ‘Oh no.’ They left their bedroom and went into the kitchen where Eliot was looking accusingly at Hardison who was on the couch, feet propped up, half the fruit roll up out of his mouth.
“What? I’m dyslexic, I thought it said my name,” Hardison said, looking at him innocently.
“DYSLEXIA DOESN’T CHANGE THE NAME, HARDISON!”
“You guys act like you don’t have millions of dollars. I mean really, what is it with all of you?” Sophie asks, looking between the three of them.
“I don’t like to spend money,” Parker says, while Eliot says, “It’s the damn principle of the thing!” while Hardison just shrugged.
“Bloody hell. Eliot, just buy another box. And can you stop yelling? We have neighbors you know,” Sophie said before walking back into the room.
Both boys just looked at Parker. She held up her hands and whispered while making obscene hand gestures, “I keep trying to get that stick out, but it won’t budge.”
“PARKER!”
Parker made an ‘oops’ face, Sophie clearly heard her. She scuttled back into the bedroom behind her and Hardison made a face. “I really didn’t want the visual to go along with those hand motions.”
Eliot smirked, “I did.”
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The Princess and the Pea
“Stop talking about my ass and whatever you think is invading it to the boys,” Sophie told her sternly, hands on her hips.
“Okay,” Parker said, looking sheepish for a minute. She pursed her lips and rocked on the balls of her feet before her lips curled up into a small smile.
“Oh don’t get cute with me, that doesn’t work, you know,” Sophie said, her hands coming from her hips to fold over her chest to make her point better.
“I’m not getting cute,” Parker said innocently, far too innocently. Sophie could almost see one of those cartoon halos floating around her head… with the horns sticking out beneath them.
Sophie narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend. “I mean it,” she warned, before pointing.
“Mhm,” Parker said, nodding along with wide eyes. Sophie just sighed exasperated and fell on to the bed, hating that Parker really could get out of anything by looking adorable. But then something hurt so she uttered, “Ouch!” and rolled off the offending area.
“What?” Parker asked, cute act gone. She had gotten away with it after all. She looked at where Sophie was laying. “There isn’t anything there.”
“I felt something!” Sophie insisted, and dug under the covers. Still no luck. Sighing in frustration she lifted the mattress a bit and stuck her hand in there before pulling out a marble. “Oh for the love of Christ, do they not clean these things?” she asked as she threw the marble across the floor, aggravated.
“Sophie!” Parker exclaimed, her eyes wide. “That’s the proof!”
“Proof of what?” Sophie asked as she got back up to sit on the bed, looking at the thief confused.
“That this is a fairytale!” Parker exclaimed and went to go pick up the marble from off the floor, making Sophie try very hard to not roll her eyes at that. Parker ran back over and jumped on the bed, making Sophie let out a sound of ‘Oof!’ from the impact, but Parker just held it up to her. “See?”
“What are you on about?” Sophie asked, still not seeing the relevance to a marble and a fairytale.
“The Princess and the Pea!” Parker exclaimed with a smile. She waved the marble more. “See?”
“I see a marble, not a pea,” Sophie said. Parker narrowed her eyes.
“It’s like the same thing. You’re a real princess, Sophie,” she said, and then smiled wide. Sophie could do nothing else but smile at the girl, captivated by her innocence and sweetness, and didn’t want to use logic to ruin that. Maybe she was her princess after all, marble or not.
Before the group retired to bed that night, Sophie was in the bathroom getting washed up, and Parker stood in front of the television to get the boy’s attention, which emitted a lot of protests.
“I want to see what happens!” Eliot complained, with made Hardison smirk at his corruption.
“Dr. Who will still be there in a second, now listen to me, seriously,” Parker said, putting her hands on her hips. Eliot scowled but pressed pause on the DVR.
“What?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest. This had better be quick.
“I am going to have sex with Sophie tonight,” she announced, with made Hardison do a face palm and Eliot smirk. “And we’ve been interrupted for the last million times we’ve tried so if either of you… either of you,” she stressed. “Fuck this up for me, I am going to tell each of your next girlfriends that you have STDs, clear?”
“So watching is out then?” Eliot asked, which made Hardison smack him with the back of his hand on his chest. Eliot glared.
“No watching, no interrupting, no commenting. She gets weird when she thinks you two are lurking, I don’t know why.”
“We’re not perverts!” Hardison exclaimed, offended.
“Speak for yourself,” Eliot muttered.
Parker just rolled her eyes. “I’m going to bed now. Don’t fuck it up for me,” she finished dangerously before walking off into her and Sophie’s room.
Sophie was still in the washroom, so while she waited she closed the door and started to undress. Because hell, there was no way she wasn’t about to get laid now. It’s been days. Between the interruptions and then the moving… it had been hard. She laid down on the bed once she was nude and started picking at the bed sheets, starting to get impatient. She had been in there for a long time.
Getting up, her feet carried her over to the bathroom they shared and she opened the door. Sophie was in the shower, but that wasn’t what she was surprised by. She knew Sophie took long as hell showers. No, what surprised her was the faint sounds she could hear beneath the loud drum of the water against the acrylic base.
Sophie was breathing heavily, moaning slightly as she was whispering Parker’s name. Parker smirked.
Oh, this was too good.
She snuck over to the shower, leaning against the wall so she could see what was going on from the slight area the shower curtain left uncovered. Sophie was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, her fingers moving with skilled precision against her clit. “Oh god, Parker…” she moaned out softly.
“How many times do I have to tell you that you need to stop with this masturbation habit of yours?” Parker asked, smirking even more now.
Sophie jumped half way out of her skin, which made Parker giggle a bit. “Parker?!”
“Who do you think?” she asked with a smirk before she pulled away the shower curtain and stepping inside, the water from the shower beating against her back. “You know…” she said softly as she pressed herself up against Sophie, who was pinned to the shower wall now. “I don’t know why you feel like you have to just think about me while you’re doing yourself, when I’m right here.”
“I didn’t think that here we-” Sophie started, breathless, but was interrupted.
“Just stop thinking, Sophie,” Parker tells her, before her lips met the grifter’s. Sophie moaned softly and wrapped her arms around the blonde, knowing that the sounds of the shower would mask them from prying ears if need be.
Parker bit Sophie’s lower lip softly as her hands slid lower down Sophie’s soaked body, sliding down ever curve, over every inch of tanned skin. Sophie was already so close, but she knew it was futile to even beg Parker, because the next thing she’d know Parker would somehow make it so she wouldn’t be able to move or something equally as disappointing. She wanted to move, she wanted to feel every inch of Parker against her.
“Jesus,” Sophie whispered as Parker started to tease her nipples gently, but not like they needed any more coaxing. She gasped as her own hands ran down Parker to grab her backside, pulling her closer to her as Parker moaned hard against Sophie’s lips, vibrating her tongue just a little bit.
“Fuck, I can’t do this slow…” Parker gasped out as her hand found it’s way between their two bodies, needing to touch Sophie for so long now that the need was overwhelming her.
“Good,” Sophie gasped out, before moaning hard and digging her nails into Parker’s back as Parker slipped a couple fingers inside of her. She couldn’t wait either, it had been only four days, but it felt like forever. Her lips crashed back onto Parker’s as her own hand made a path through their bodies, pressing up hard against the thief’s clit, making her gasp hard and almost lose her footing in the slick tub.
“Don’t make me fall,” Parker gasped out against her lips as she sped up the pace of her fingers, her breathing coming out in short bursts before she closed her eyes tight and let out this half gasp, half scream, as Sophie pressed down harder, rubbing her in all the right, but very intense ways.
“I won’t… I promise…” Sophie panted out against her lips, then screamed as Parker hit the right spot in side of her, and she slammed her head up against the tile wall. But it didn’t hurt, she could barely feel it. She pushed her hips harder against Parker’s hand and cried out, “Fuck! Parker! YES!” Sophie was far from caring who heard at this point.
“Tell me you love me,” Parker gasped out against her lips, then bit her lip to keep from crying out from what Sophie was doing to her.
“I… I love you… Parker-FUCK!” Sophie screamed again as she clenched deep inside, stilling her body, pressing up against Parker’s own clit so hard in the perfect way that Parker gasped before Sophie came, screaming Parker’s names and words not even invented yet as she rode out the wave.
She didn’t even wait for her head to stop spinning, she just went to work against Parker’s clit in tight, hard, fast circles, making Parker’s knees buckle as she slammed her hand against the wall to try to steady herself as she started to fall. “Oh god!” she screamed as it was her turn to tumble off the edge. Her knees gave way however, and Sophie scrambled to hold her up, but the two just came crashing down into the tub, Parker on top of Sophie.
“Ow… shit…” Sophie said, out of formality than anything else because she still couldn’t feel it. She just closed her eyes and breathed heavily, until Parker moved her head and she got sprayed face first with water. “Fuck,” she sputtered as she moved to get up, and Parker giggled.
The two climbed out of the tub, leaving the water still running because they were still so out of breath. They both collapsed on the floor, soaking wet and feeling infinite. “Shower sex is romantic, right?” Parker asked, smirking a bit. She knew Sophie was all for romance.
“Probably would have been a bit better if we didn’t fall and get sprayed in the face with water,” Sophie replied, laying her head on Parker’s chest, giggling a bit.
“Yeah well, no one’s perfect,” Parker said with a smirk as she wrapped her arms around the woman she loved.
“That’s not true,” Sophie said softly before looking up at Parker and pressing her lips lightly against the blonde. “You are,” she whispered, before smiling.
Because to her, she was.
THE END