Eye of the Storm (6/8) - A Step In The Right Direction
Title: A Step In The Right Direction
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Parker
Rating: PG-13 (to go up?)
Warnings: none
Length: 1151 words
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: The hitter is in the fight of his life...does he surrender?
Note: Thank you so much for all your kind and encouraging words! You guys are really the reason I keep writing this. :)
Master Post
All through breakfast, Eliot could feel eyes on him but when he glanced up at Parker, she was always looking down at her plate. They were both quiet through the meal, Eliot because he wasn't sure what to say. He was kind of worried his impulsive action earlier had screwed everything up. This was why he didn't do relationships and why he worked alone, everything was so much easier that way.
Taking a slow deep breath, he tried to get back that centered feeling from his exercises last night. No matter what happened, he still had to work with her and that was more important that him doing anything stupid. Though, watching the blonde use her tongue to clean the last traces from her fork, he knew things weren't going to be easy. He could still feel her lips against his, the silk of her skin under his fingers. For such a brief memory, he knew it wouldn't be forgotten any time soon.
Standing to take care of his dishes, he suppressed a groan and was thankful for thinking to change into jeans while Parker finished in the bathroom. If he hadn't...well, the way his mind was going, sweats could have been very embarrassing. Trying to clear his mind, Eliot rinsed his plates and put them in the dishwasher before turning to see if Parker was finished yet. The problem with this was that the tiny thief was already standing behind him. Eliot pulled himself up just short of running into her, never so glad of the lack of body contact as he was that moment.
"You okay? You look kinda sickly." Parker peered up at him, curiously, leaning towards him ever so slightly. The fresh clean smell of shampoo, his soap and her washed over him.
He gritted his teeth. "Yah, I'm fine, Parker. Go have a seat while I finish cleaning up." She studied him for another long moment before smiling and wandering out to the living room. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief and took care of the last of the plates.
Parker was curled up in the armchair when he finished up, so he sat on the far end of the couch. He watched her aimlessly kick her legs back and forth where they hung over the arm of the chair then turned to his wide screen tv. Turning on the early morning news, he settled back into the couch. If he could just relax, maybe they could get back to the easy companionship of the night before. Before he...well...
Eliot had actually started to do just that when Parker hopped out of her chair and flopped down on the couch beside him. Right beside him. The whole couch free and she was practically glued to his side. She was trying to kill him.
"Eliot?"
"Yes, Parker?" He applauded his ability to keep the stress out of his voice, even though he didn't look at her as he replied.
"Now that you're awake, can I play with your hair some more?" His neck popped as he whipped around to stare at her. Parker just smiled at him, eyes wide. She licked her lips. "Please?"
Unable to reply to that, he turned back to his show and gave a stiff nod. He felt her shift beside him, tucking one leg up onto the couch beside him, and then the first tentative touch on his hair as she brushed her fingertips across it. Encouraged when he didn't say anything, she slid her fingers into the thickness of it, sliding his bandanna off in the process. Eliot really couldn't say what it was that was on the tv but he kept his eyes on it anyway. If he didn't, there was a good chance of him closing his eyes and sinking into the feel of those fingers.
This went on for several minutes as Parker gently finger combed the hitter's long hair. Eliot kept his concentration on the tv, his breathing quiet and even. But then the blonde slid her hands up to his scalp, digging her strong fingers in and massaging there. He couldn't help the shiver that ran through him or his eyes sliding shut...missing the mischievous smile that flickered across the thief's face. Parker dug her fingers in a little more, leaning in as she worked one hand to Eliot's neck, an act that actually earned her a nearly inaudible moan as he pressed back into her hand.
It just felt so good, the strong but gentle touches. Eliot couldn't help leaning into them like a cat. Parker's warmth was radiating all down his side, her breath ghosting over his ear, and he couldn't move if his life depended on it. Finally, he drew in a shuddering breath and forced himself to turn and look at her. And that, right there, was the end of his good intentions.
Parker's mouth was just inches from his, glistening from her habitual licking. Her cheeks were just the slightest bit flushed, her pupils a little blown. In short, she looked like nine types of temptation and Eliot did something he never did...he surrendered. Pushing his hand into her hair with a growl, he pulled her in, slanting his mouth roughly over hers. She didn't try to pull back; if anything, she leaned her whole body into him more until they were pressed chest to chest. He slid his free hand up under her shirt, reveling in the soft skin, finding that the little thief wasn't wearing a bra.
When Eliot shoved her onto her back, Parker pulled him down with her, legs wrapping around his hips to pull him close. The move ground Eliot against her where he was hard in his jeans, causing the hitter to break the kiss with a gasp before he burrowed his face against her neck.
"God, Parker...you're killin' me here." he whispered against her skin, brushing his lips softly just below her ear. "Please tell me this is okay cause I really don't want to screw this up."
Parker slid her fingers through Eliot's hair, enjoying the softness as she pulled his head up. Meeting his deep blue eyes, already filled with so much need and passion, she smiled. "Yes, Eliot, this is okay." Eliot chuckled in relief, diving back in to kiss her, hands roaming everywhere in a desperate need to touch.
After a very long, very blissful moment, Eliot pulled back for some much need air, as lack of oxygen was making his ears ring. Only, he quickly realized it wasn't his ears but his cell phone sitting on the coffee table next to them. He debated not answering as Parker gave him a confused and mournful look at the interruption, but he knew it could be important. Glancing at the caller display, he dropped his head to land on Parker's chest with a groan.
"Hardison, this had better be good!"
Chapter 7
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Parker
Rating: PG-13 (to go up?)
Warnings: none
Length: 1151 words
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: The hitter is in the fight of his life...does he surrender?
Note: Thank you so much for all your kind and encouraging words! You guys are really the reason I keep writing this. :)
Master Post
All through breakfast, Eliot could feel eyes on him but when he glanced up at Parker, she was always looking down at her plate. They were both quiet through the meal, Eliot because he wasn't sure what to say. He was kind of worried his impulsive action earlier had screwed everything up. This was why he didn't do relationships and why he worked alone, everything was so much easier that way.
Taking a slow deep breath, he tried to get back that centered feeling from his exercises last night. No matter what happened, he still had to work with her and that was more important that him doing anything stupid. Though, watching the blonde use her tongue to clean the last traces from her fork, he knew things weren't going to be easy. He could still feel her lips against his, the silk of her skin under his fingers. For such a brief memory, he knew it wouldn't be forgotten any time soon.
Standing to take care of his dishes, he suppressed a groan and was thankful for thinking to change into jeans while Parker finished in the bathroom. If he hadn't...well, the way his mind was going, sweats could have been very embarrassing. Trying to clear his mind, Eliot rinsed his plates and put them in the dishwasher before turning to see if Parker was finished yet. The problem with this was that the tiny thief was already standing behind him. Eliot pulled himself up just short of running into her, never so glad of the lack of body contact as he was that moment.
"You okay? You look kinda sickly." Parker peered up at him, curiously, leaning towards him ever so slightly. The fresh clean smell of shampoo, his soap and her washed over him.
He gritted his teeth. "Yah, I'm fine, Parker. Go have a seat while I finish cleaning up." She studied him for another long moment before smiling and wandering out to the living room. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief and took care of the last of the plates.
Parker was curled up in the armchair when he finished up, so he sat on the far end of the couch. He watched her aimlessly kick her legs back and forth where they hung over the arm of the chair then turned to his wide screen tv. Turning on the early morning news, he settled back into the couch. If he could just relax, maybe they could get back to the easy companionship of the night before. Before he...well...
Eliot had actually started to do just that when Parker hopped out of her chair and flopped down on the couch beside him. Right beside him. The whole couch free and she was practically glued to his side. She was trying to kill him.
"Eliot?"
"Yes, Parker?" He applauded his ability to keep the stress out of his voice, even though he didn't look at her as he replied.
"Now that you're awake, can I play with your hair some more?" His neck popped as he whipped around to stare at her. Parker just smiled at him, eyes wide. She licked her lips. "Please?"
Unable to reply to that, he turned back to his show and gave a stiff nod. He felt her shift beside him, tucking one leg up onto the couch beside him, and then the first tentative touch on his hair as she brushed her fingertips across it. Encouraged when he didn't say anything, she slid her fingers into the thickness of it, sliding his bandanna off in the process. Eliot really couldn't say what it was that was on the tv but he kept his eyes on it anyway. If he didn't, there was a good chance of him closing his eyes and sinking into the feel of those fingers.
This went on for several minutes as Parker gently finger combed the hitter's long hair. Eliot kept his concentration on the tv, his breathing quiet and even. But then the blonde slid her hands up to his scalp, digging her strong fingers in and massaging there. He couldn't help the shiver that ran through him or his eyes sliding shut...missing the mischievous smile that flickered across the thief's face. Parker dug her fingers in a little more, leaning in as she worked one hand to Eliot's neck, an act that actually earned her a nearly inaudible moan as he pressed back into her hand.
It just felt so good, the strong but gentle touches. Eliot couldn't help leaning into them like a cat. Parker's warmth was radiating all down his side, her breath ghosting over his ear, and he couldn't move if his life depended on it. Finally, he drew in a shuddering breath and forced himself to turn and look at her. And that, right there, was the end of his good intentions.
Parker's mouth was just inches from his, glistening from her habitual licking. Her cheeks were just the slightest bit flushed, her pupils a little blown. In short, she looked like nine types of temptation and Eliot did something he never did...he surrendered. Pushing his hand into her hair with a growl, he pulled her in, slanting his mouth roughly over hers. She didn't try to pull back; if anything, she leaned her whole body into him more until they were pressed chest to chest. He slid his free hand up under her shirt, reveling in the soft skin, finding that the little thief wasn't wearing a bra.
When Eliot shoved her onto her back, Parker pulled him down with her, legs wrapping around his hips to pull him close. The move ground Eliot against her where he was hard in his jeans, causing the hitter to break the kiss with a gasp before he burrowed his face against her neck.
"God, Parker...you're killin' me here." he whispered against her skin, brushing his lips softly just below her ear. "Please tell me this is okay cause I really don't want to screw this up."
Parker slid her fingers through Eliot's hair, enjoying the softness as she pulled his head up. Meeting his deep blue eyes, already filled with so much need and passion, she smiled. "Yes, Eliot, this is okay." Eliot chuckled in relief, diving back in to kiss her, hands roaming everywhere in a desperate need to touch.
After a very long, very blissful moment, Eliot pulled back for some much need air, as lack of oxygen was making his ears ring. Only, he quickly realized it wasn't his ears but his cell phone sitting on the coffee table next to them. He debated not answering as Parker gave him a confused and mournful look at the interruption, but he knew it could be important. Glancing at the caller display, he dropped his head to land on Parker's chest with a groan.
"Hardison, this had better be good!"
Chapter 7