Eye of the Storm (4/8) - Waking The Sleeping Lion
Title: Waking The Sleeping Lion
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Parker
Rating: PG-13 (to go up?)
Warnings: none
Length: 967 words
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Things might just be starting to change between the hitter and the thief.
Master Post
Something was touching his hair. No, not something...somebody. Not even fully awake yet, Eliot reacted. One hand whipped out to wrap around their wrist, the other came in contact with their leg as he twisted his body off the couch, using his momentum to pull them off their feet. In seconds, he had the person pinned beneath him...and then his brain caught up with his instincts. Staring up at him, eyes wide, was Parker.
The events of the previous evening rushed into his head and he slumped, just managing to keep most of his weight on his arms to prevent crushing the tiny thief. As the adrenaline began to fade and his breathing slowed, Eliot let his forehead rest gently on hers. The smell of gardenias was strong, this close.
“I'm sorry, Parker.” He swallowed. “Did I hurt you?”
“Nope. Actually, that was kind of fun. Can we do it again?”
Surprise had him raising his head only to find Parker smiling up at him. He couldn't stop the answering grin. “You're crazy, you know that?”
A deep breath to settle himself (he wasn't savoring the feeling of being pressed up against the blonde, he told himself sternly) and then he climbed to his feet, lifting Parker up after him. Once he was certain she was steady on her feet, he carefully stepped away and turned towards the kitchen so he could make some coffee. He really needed coffee. The sunlight shone brightly outside the window but from the angle he could tell it was still fairly early; early enough that he would normally be feeling the effects of his late night even without the added benefit of a restless sleep caused by couch and visitor.
“What WERE you doing, anyway?” he asked her, glancing up from the bench top to find Parker perching in one of his kitchen chairs like she was ready to flee. “I mean, if you needed to wake me, saying my name would have worked just fine.”
Parker just shrugged and chewed on a hangnail. Her eyes were roaming around his apartment again, refusing to look in Eliot's direction.
“Your hair looks soft, like Sophie's, but you're not a girl so I was wondering if it felt like it looked.” She finally looked his way, a worried expression on her face. “I didn't mean to wake you. I know I wake up earlier than most people. But I was bored.” One shoulder twitched in an almost shrug as her gaze slid away again. “I probably should have just left, right? Do you want me to go? Yah, I should go.”
As Parker started to get her feet and turn towards the bedroom where she'd left her harness, Eliot sighed. “No, Parker, you don't have to go. You can if you really want to or you can stay and have breakfast with me.” He watched her pause but she still didn't look at him. “You can, uh, use the shower if you want. It's going to be a little while before I'm done here.”
The only answer was a quick nod before she padded away. The sound of the shower a moment later had him shaking his head. Ok, so he hadn't managed to scare her off yet. Running a hand through his hair he realized he should probably tie it back and wandered into his room to find a bandanna.
The sheets on his bed were pushed to the end and Parker's boots still sat next to it where he'd left them for her. Seeing those, he realized she might appreciate something else to wear so he grabbed one of his sleeveless henleys and another pair of sweats. Eliot tapped on the bathroom door, meaning to let her know he'd left the clothes just outside for her, only to have her suddenly swing it open.
She stood in the door, hair dripping, wrapped in only a towel and now smelling of his soap. Eliot found himself fascinated with one drop of water running from her temple to her neck and couldn't resist reaching out to gently brush it away. When she shivered but didn't move away, he paused, his fingers still resting against her shower-warmed skin.
She was his friend, she was his work mate, his team mate...he shouldn't. Parker just looked up at him and then licked her lips. Ah, the hell with it! He slid his fingers around the back of her neck and gently pulled her in. He gave her plenty of time to pull away but she didn't and then his lips were brushing over hers, nibbling gently. Her lips parted beneath his and he deepened the kiss for a moment before pulling back. Parker still didn't say a word, just starred at him from under damp lashes, fingers twitching like she wasn't sure what to do with her hands.
Before he could do anything else stupid, Eliot held the clothes out to her. “These are for you. Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes.” With that, he turned and walked away, mentally kicking himself the entire way back to the kitchen.
Chapter 5
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Parker
Rating: PG-13 (to go up?)
Warnings: none
Length: 967 words
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Things might just be starting to change between the hitter and the thief.
Master Post
Something was touching his hair. No, not something...somebody. Not even fully awake yet, Eliot reacted. One hand whipped out to wrap around their wrist, the other came in contact with their leg as he twisted his body off the couch, using his momentum to pull them off their feet. In seconds, he had the person pinned beneath him...and then his brain caught up with his instincts. Staring up at him, eyes wide, was Parker.
The events of the previous evening rushed into his head and he slumped, just managing to keep most of his weight on his arms to prevent crushing the tiny thief. As the adrenaline began to fade and his breathing slowed, Eliot let his forehead rest gently on hers. The smell of gardenias was strong, this close.
“I'm sorry, Parker.” He swallowed. “Did I hurt you?”
“Nope. Actually, that was kind of fun. Can we do it again?”
Surprise had him raising his head only to find Parker smiling up at him. He couldn't stop the answering grin. “You're crazy, you know that?”
A deep breath to settle himself (he wasn't savoring the feeling of being pressed up against the blonde, he told himself sternly) and then he climbed to his feet, lifting Parker up after him. Once he was certain she was steady on her feet, he carefully stepped away and turned towards the kitchen so he could make some coffee. He really needed coffee. The sunlight shone brightly outside the window but from the angle he could tell it was still fairly early; early enough that he would normally be feeling the effects of his late night even without the added benefit of a restless sleep caused by couch and visitor.
“What WERE you doing, anyway?” he asked her, glancing up from the bench top to find Parker perching in one of his kitchen chairs like she was ready to flee. “I mean, if you needed to wake me, saying my name would have worked just fine.”
Parker just shrugged and chewed on a hangnail. Her eyes were roaming around his apartment again, refusing to look in Eliot's direction.
“Your hair looks soft, like Sophie's, but you're not a girl so I was wondering if it felt like it looked.” She finally looked his way, a worried expression on her face. “I didn't mean to wake you. I know I wake up earlier than most people. But I was bored.” One shoulder twitched in an almost shrug as her gaze slid away again. “I probably should have just left, right? Do you want me to go? Yah, I should go.”
As Parker started to get her feet and turn towards the bedroom where she'd left her harness, Eliot sighed. “No, Parker, you don't have to go. You can if you really want to or you can stay and have breakfast with me.” He watched her pause but she still didn't look at him. “You can, uh, use the shower if you want. It's going to be a little while before I'm done here.”
The only answer was a quick nod before she padded away. The sound of the shower a moment later had him shaking his head. Ok, so he hadn't managed to scare her off yet. Running a hand through his hair he realized he should probably tie it back and wandered into his room to find a bandanna.
The sheets on his bed were pushed to the end and Parker's boots still sat next to it where he'd left them for her. Seeing those, he realized she might appreciate something else to wear so he grabbed one of his sleeveless henleys and another pair of sweats. Eliot tapped on the bathroom door, meaning to let her know he'd left the clothes just outside for her, only to have her suddenly swing it open.
She stood in the door, hair dripping, wrapped in only a towel and now smelling of his soap. Eliot found himself fascinated with one drop of water running from her temple to her neck and couldn't resist reaching out to gently brush it away. When she shivered but didn't move away, he paused, his fingers still resting against her shower-warmed skin.
She was his friend, she was his work mate, his team mate...he shouldn't. Parker just looked up at him and then licked her lips. Ah, the hell with it! He slid his fingers around the back of her neck and gently pulled her in. He gave her plenty of time to pull away but she didn't and then his lips were brushing over hers, nibbling gently. Her lips parted beneath his and he deepened the kiss for a moment before pulling back. Parker still didn't say a word, just starred at him from under damp lashes, fingers twitching like she wasn't sure what to do with her hands.
Before he could do anything else stupid, Eliot held the clothes out to her. “These are for you. Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes.” With that, he turned and walked away, mentally kicking himself the entire way back to the kitchen.
Chapter 5