For havenward, Domestic in two flavors, magic!Taylor/Hugh and Eliot/Parker/Hardison (R)
Title: Domestic in two flavors
Rating: R
Words: 530
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Fandom/Pairing: RPS (magic!Taylor'verse) and Leverage
A/N: Another short one, sorry!
Taylor was standing in front of the tree, arms crossed and head tilted in contemplation. Hugh watched him from the shadows near the door. His lover was only dressed in his loose pyjamapants and hadn't bothered to glamor over his tattos. As Hugh watched he raised one hand and with a flick of the wrist created yet another sofly glowing ball of something and sent it towards an apperently less shiny spot. Hugh smiled and padded over the soft carpet to slide his arms around Taylor's waist and admire the tree close up.
"Hey you..." Taylor leaned into the embrace, still with his eyes on the tree. "d'you think it needs more? Maybe some different colors..."
"Darlin' if you put any more lights on it we might have to put up a warning sign on the door... 'Don't look directly at the tree or your eyes might melt' or something" Hugh oofed when Taylor planted a loving elbow in his stomach and counter-attacked by nibbling on his neck.
Taylor moaned softly and twisted to get to Hugh's lips as the older mans hands mapped all the skin he could reach.
"So, what do you want under the tree this year?" Hugh pulled Taylor closer and let his hands slip below the elastic of his pants before answering.
"Same as last year... you." Taylor chuckled as he tilted his head to give access to his throat.
"So cheesy!"
"Oh you know you love it... and I think I want to open my present early..."
Taylor looks absolutely breathtaking with his head thrown back, mouth open and arching under Hugh's touch. And the tree was easy to replace after it shattered in a silent shower of pine needles and light...
***
Eliot finishes the last of his beer and moves to set it on the sidetable absently while he keeps his eyes on the wall of screens infront of him.
"Hey, I can take that..." Parker's voice comes from above his head and he doesn't even wonder about it, just holds up the empty bottle so she can snatch it from his hand. The sound of ropes sliding through her rig is comforting and homely in a way Eliot never expected but has accepted, much like the fact that he near requires the faint but distinct sound of tapping computer keys to go to sleep nowadays.
Another swisch of rope on rope and a cheerful "incoming" gets him to move his legs to make room for Parker as she smoothly lands beside him and hands him a fresh beer before curling up next to him with her bowl of cereal. How she managed to get that from the kitchen to the sofa wihout spilling it he does not know and he finds he doesn't care.
Alec comes wandering out from his electronics-filled cave, laptop under his arm, and as he sees the two of them on the sofa joins them after a short de-tour to the kitchen for a fresh bottle of orange soda. The three of them shift and adapt until they are arranged comfortably and Eliot thinks that he's pretty sure domestic shouldn't be this weird but he's damn glad it is.
Rating: R
Words: 530
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Fandom/Pairing: RPS (magic!Taylor'verse) and Leverage
A/N: Another short one, sorry!
Taylor was standing in front of the tree, arms crossed and head tilted in contemplation. Hugh watched him from the shadows near the door. His lover was only dressed in his loose pyjamapants and hadn't bothered to glamor over his tattos. As Hugh watched he raised one hand and with a flick of the wrist created yet another sofly glowing ball of something and sent it towards an apperently less shiny spot. Hugh smiled and padded over the soft carpet to slide his arms around Taylor's waist and admire the tree close up.
"Hey you..." Taylor leaned into the embrace, still with his eyes on the tree. "d'you think it needs more? Maybe some different colors..."
"Darlin' if you put any more lights on it we might have to put up a warning sign on the door... 'Don't look directly at the tree or your eyes might melt' or something" Hugh oofed when Taylor planted a loving elbow in his stomach and counter-attacked by nibbling on his neck.
Taylor moaned softly and twisted to get to Hugh's lips as the older mans hands mapped all the skin he could reach.
"So, what do you want under the tree this year?" Hugh pulled Taylor closer and let his hands slip below the elastic of his pants before answering.
"Same as last year... you." Taylor chuckled as he tilted his head to give access to his throat.
"So cheesy!"
"Oh you know you love it... and I think I want to open my present early..."
Taylor looks absolutely breathtaking with his head thrown back, mouth open and arching under Hugh's touch. And the tree was easy to replace after it shattered in a silent shower of pine needles and light...
***
Eliot finishes the last of his beer and moves to set it on the sidetable absently while he keeps his eyes on the wall of screens infront of him.
"Hey, I can take that..." Parker's voice comes from above his head and he doesn't even wonder about it, just holds up the empty bottle so she can snatch it from his hand. The sound of ropes sliding through her rig is comforting and homely in a way Eliot never expected but has accepted, much like the fact that he near requires the faint but distinct sound of tapping computer keys to go to sleep nowadays.
Another swisch of rope on rope and a cheerful "incoming" gets him to move his legs to make room for Parker as she smoothly lands beside him and hands him a fresh beer before curling up next to him with her bowl of cereal. How she managed to get that from the kitchen to the sofa wihout spilling it he does not know and he finds he doesn't care.
Alec comes wandering out from his electronics-filled cave, laptop under his arm, and as he sees the two of them on the sofa joins them after a short de-tour to the kitchen for a fresh bottle of orange soda. The three of them shift and adapt until they are arranged comfortably and Eliot thinks that he's pretty sure domestic shouldn't be this weird but he's damn glad it is.