Eye of the Storm (8/8) - Together At Last
Title: Together At Last
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Parker
Rating: Um, NC-17 for safety? (I have NEVER written this before so be kind!!!)
Warnings: Er...sex?
Length: 2335 words! (is that a record for me?)
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Finally, something had to give.
Note: Well, I finally did it. The final installment of this story that was never meant to be. What started out as a random ficlet I had the urge to type up turned into something a little more epic (to me, anyway) all thanks to the encouragement and kind words of you guys who have read it. I'm truly sorry that it's taken so long to get this written and up but I had the worst time getting this part written. It just didn't want to come out the way I was first trying it! That and the fact that I have NEVER written anything like this before, so I hope you guys like it. Like, REALLY have never written anything like this so I am truly terrified about what everyone will think! *hides*
So, thank you again for all your kind words and encouragement and to those of you who liked this little story of mine enough to fave or alert it. I REALLY appreciate it and I hope I can write other things in the future you'll all like just as much. *hugs!*
Master Post
Waking up was always an interesting experience for Eliot. Usually he woke with a near audible click, clear headed and aware of his surroundings even before his body had shaken off the last of its torpor. Other times, it was more jarring and even his body was in motion before being fully awake, acting on instinct alone. And then there were the rare times like now.
Warm limbs sluggish, soft golden light shining on still closed eyes, Eliot took a long, slow, deep breath and let it out with a quiet sigh. There was no rush to snap awake, no adrenaline fueled jump-start and no need to be anywhere than where he already was. Waking this way was relaxing and he enjoyed the rare treat that it was. When the gentle brush of fingers began against his chest, tracing the faint lines left there by the years, Eliot forced himself to open his eyes.
Looking like some kind of angel as she leant over him, her blonde hair almost brushing his face, was Parker. Her eyes were on his now bare chest, Eliot having tossed off his hoodie some time during the night. She had a quiet look of concentration on her face and didn't notice him watching her until her fingers grazed lightly across his ribs, causing a small but uncontrollable twitch. Eyes immediately darting to his face, she pulled back her hand and bit her lip.
"Sorry" came her quiet mumble and Eliot couldn't help but smile. Reaching out for her hand, he gently placed it back on his chest. It felt good and cool against his slightly warmer skin.
"S'okay, sweetheart. Just tickled a little, is all." Stretching a little, he glanced briefly around the room before turning his gaze back to the blonde. "What time is it?"
Having gone back to her tracing, Parker's reply was distracted and short. "About 10." Skirting the edge of the now purple bruise, Parker ran her fingertips over ridges of muscle before sliding her palm across the taught, smooth skin of his stomach. The move had Eliot sucking in a small breath and closing his eyes. He had a funny feeling the tiny thief had no idea how that felt just then, a feeling that was confirmed a moment later when she asked if she'd hurt him.
Opening his eyes, Eliot met Parker's gaze. It was the most unguarded expression he'd ever seen on her, a mixture of curiosity, concern and pure fascination. She looked relaxed; she looked happy. Acting entirely on an impulse fueled by long suppressed feeling, Eliot reached up to slide his fingers into tousled blonde strands before gently pulling her down to him. Brushing his lips across hers, he nibbled on the bottom one for a moment before lightly tracing it with his tongue. When Parker didn't react, he started to pull back only to have her finally move in herself, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that quickly turned hard and urgent.
Like a damn breaking, a quiet growl broke from the hitter and he wrapped his other arm around the blonde, pulling her flush against him as her lips parted. Delving deep, he slid is tongue along hers, tasting and coaxing. Parker gasped, pressing closer to him, lithe body writhing against him. God, she felt so good and tasted better, the smell of gardenias and clean skin making his head spin.
Eliot rolled them so he was on top and looked down at Parker. Her lips were wet and swollen from his kisses, her hair a halo around her head. She looked sweet and sinful all at once and all he wanted to do was take, to taste, to wrap himself in her til he didn't know where one began and the other ended. This crazy assed thief had had him so tied up inside for so long he couldn't think straight but he had to make sure this was alright. He loved her too much to hurt her now.
He never got the question out, though. Parker read it in his eyes before he could say a word, fisting her hands in his hair to pull him into a hot, bruising kiss. Dragging her lips from his, she nibbled along his jaw before biting gently on the lobe of his ear. "Yes, Eliot." was all she whispered before sinking her teeth into the cords of his neck. A groan ripped from him as his cock twitched in his sweats. Grinding against her, the desperate need for friction mounting, he pulled her mouth back to his. Hands roaming, the hitter slid them under the hem of her shirt, calluses catching on smooth, soft skin as he pushed the fabric up. She sat up slightly, helping him get rid of the offending garment and then it was gone and her bare skin was pressed against him, making him shudder.
Her small, firm breast filling his palms, Eliot slid down her body to take a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking gently as the taste of her skin exploded on his tongue. Moaning, Parker's short nails dug into his shoulders and her strong legs wrapped around his waist.
"Oh, sweetheart, you do not know how long I've been wanting to do this." he whispered against her skin. "You're so beautiful and courageous. You make me crazy with fear when you do the things you do, but you also make me just plain crazy for you." Moving to give the other nipple the same treatment, he felt it pebble in his mouth as he lavished it with attention.
Parker's hands slid into his hair, pulling him back up her body before sealing her lips to his in a soul stealing kiss. Then she rolled them again, settling on top of him with knees on either side of his hips. Sliding her hands down his arms, she clasped his hands and pushed til they were above his head. "Keep those there for me, 'k?" she said with a cheeky grin, grinding down against him for good measure. He was hard and leaking and begging for attention but Eliot didn't want to rush anything. He was enjoying this all way too much and wanted to see what the tiny thief had up her sleeve.
Taking a moment to savour all those muscles and miles of golden skin at her mercy, Parker slowly slid down the hitter's body, touching and tasting as she went. Intriguing scars got special attention, as did the dip along the top of his hip where it was revealed by low riding sweats. Her hands slid up thickly muscled thighs, thumbs grazing along the inside and making Eliot groan. She was everywhere, taking in everything but the one thing that was truly her goal. "Come on, darlin', yer killin' me here." he gasped, hands clenched in the pillows around his head and drawl thick with need and want. Eyes glued to his, she finally rubbed her cheek across his hardness before placing kisses along the length tenting his sweats. Eliot swore and gasped, body strung so tight he almost missed her fingers hooking into the top of them and starting to drag down both them and the boxer briefs underneath.
When he was finally naked, the blonde paused again to take in the image in front of her. Like its owner, Eliot's cock was not excessively long but it was thick and hard, the curved head wide and leaking where it rested against his abdomen. Her mouth watered and Parker leant forward to run her tongue along its length before laying kitten licks all around the thick head.
"Oh, fuck...please, Parker, please..." Eliot begged above, gasping as jolts of pleasure wracked his body, his hips twitching. He wasn't prepared for Parker to suddenly take him in her mouth, sucking as much of him down as she could while her tongue continued to run along the hot, smooth skin. Eliot's mouth dropped open in a long groan. "Oh, god, yes....." For a long moment, he just lay there lost in the wantnneedyes feeling echoing through his body but he could feel himself very quickly getting close already. Bringing his hands down to pull her up, Eliot couldn't help another groan as he slipped from Parker's lips. "Fuck, Parker...c'mere..."
Kissing her long and hard, Eliot cupped the blonde's ass in both hands grinding against her for a second before quickly ridding her of the last of her clothes. Another roll and she was naked under him.
He pulled back to watch her face as his fingers gently teased her dampness, moving over her center before gently pressing in one finger. Eyes wide, she arched against him. He smiled and pressed a second one in, stroking her clit with his thumb as he slowly thrust his fingers into her wet heat. "God, you feel so good." he whispered, nuzzling her ear. "I wanna feel you so bad, darlin'"
"Yes, please...Eliot..." the thief begged, breathlessly. With a growl, he pulled his fingers out, sucking the wetness from them before reaching for the bedside drawer. A moment later, the empty foil packet was tossed off the bed and he was back between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing ever so slightly into her. Parker whimpered and wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him on as her hands clutched at his shoulders.
"Easy, sweetheart. I'll get you there, just gotta take it slow so I don't hurt you." Pressing forward, the head slowly stretched her open as he pressed inside. "Oh god, so tight, darlin'. Could cum just from this alone." Breathing carefully, hanging onto his control with tooth and nail, he slid inside. They both groaned as he bottomed out and he paused a moment to get himself back from the edge. Then, control firmly in place, he moved.
Long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. He caught up a rhythm, skin shining with the play of muscles as he controlled each thrust. Whimpering beneath him, Parker met each one and begged for more.
"Harder...please, Eliot..."
"You got it, sweetheart."
Elbows braced, Eliot watched Parker's face he pulled back and then slammed into her. Her mouth dropped open and her nails scrabbled for purchased against his back. "Yes! More, harder...please!" And he did. He fucked into her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her with each thrust as he fought for control. She met him thrust for thrust, hips writhing against him and pushing him that much closer to his own release.
"God, Parker. So good...fuck!" He pounded into her, sweat running from his body. Then, he felt it. The blonde's body tensed beneath his, back bowing and her internal muscles fluttering and clenching around him. He watched her come apart, head thrown back, his name tearing from her throat. It pushed him over the edge and he came, hard, her muscles milking him as he filled the condom.
It was long moments before his body stopped twitching and he came back to himself, panting hard and weight just barely held off of her by arms that shook. Laying beneath him, she looked fucked out and relaxed, a smile on her lips as she stared up at him. Brushing a gentle kiss across those lips, he then slowly pulled out and rolled off of her. The condom was quickly disposed of and then he just lay there, body tingling. Parker snuggled up against his side and he pulled the sheet over them before tucking her closer, hand sliding gently over her hair where her head was tucked against his shoulder.
It was a quiet moment, a peaceful one. Something rare and hard to come by in their line of work; who knew if they would have this again any time soon. So, Eliot lay there and enjoyed it, savoured it for the less peaceful times. The less perfect ones.
And he debated with himself, his own rules battling with his feelings and his fear of how she would react. In the end, he just let impulse lead and fuck the consequences.
"I love you, Parker." The words were barely a whisper, but loud in the quiet room.
"I know." She snuggled closer, wrapping as much of herself around him as she could. The reply pulled a quiet chuckle from him and he relaxed.
Everything was going to be just fine.
The end...for now
Characters: Eliot Spencer/Parker
Rating: Um, NC-17 for safety? (I have NEVER written this before so be kind!!!)
Warnings: Er...sex?
Length: 2335 words! (is that a record for me?)
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Finally, something had to give.
Note: Well, I finally did it. The final installment of this story that was never meant to be. What started out as a random ficlet I had the urge to type up turned into something a little more epic (to me, anyway) all thanks to the encouragement and kind words of you guys who have read it. I'm truly sorry that it's taken so long to get this written and up but I had the worst time getting this part written. It just didn't want to come out the way I was first trying it! That and the fact that I have NEVER written anything like this before, so I hope you guys like it. Like, REALLY have never written anything like this so I am truly terrified about what everyone will think! *hides*
So, thank you again for all your kind words and encouragement and to those of you who liked this little story of mine enough to fave or alert it. I REALLY appreciate it and I hope I can write other things in the future you'll all like just as much. *hugs!*
Master Post
Waking up was always an interesting experience for Eliot. Usually he woke with a near audible click, clear headed and aware of his surroundings even before his body had shaken off the last of its torpor. Other times, it was more jarring and even his body was in motion before being fully awake, acting on instinct alone. And then there were the rare times like now.
Warm limbs sluggish, soft golden light shining on still closed eyes, Eliot took a long, slow, deep breath and let it out with a quiet sigh. There was no rush to snap awake, no adrenaline fueled jump-start and no need to be anywhere than where he already was. Waking this way was relaxing and he enjoyed the rare treat that it was. When the gentle brush of fingers began against his chest, tracing the faint lines left there by the years, Eliot forced himself to open his eyes.
Looking like some kind of angel as she leant over him, her blonde hair almost brushing his face, was Parker. Her eyes were on his now bare chest, Eliot having tossed off his hoodie some time during the night. She had a quiet look of concentration on her face and didn't notice him watching her until her fingers grazed lightly across his ribs, causing a small but uncontrollable twitch. Eyes immediately darting to his face, she pulled back her hand and bit her lip.
"Sorry" came her quiet mumble and Eliot couldn't help but smile. Reaching out for her hand, he gently placed it back on his chest. It felt good and cool against his slightly warmer skin.
"S'okay, sweetheart. Just tickled a little, is all." Stretching a little, he glanced briefly around the room before turning his gaze back to the blonde. "What time is it?"
Having gone back to her tracing, Parker's reply was distracted and short. "About 10." Skirting the edge of the now purple bruise, Parker ran her fingertips over ridges of muscle before sliding her palm across the taught, smooth skin of his stomach. The move had Eliot sucking in a small breath and closing his eyes. He had a funny feeling the tiny thief had no idea how that felt just then, a feeling that was confirmed a moment later when she asked if she'd hurt him.
Opening his eyes, Eliot met Parker's gaze. It was the most unguarded expression he'd ever seen on her, a mixture of curiosity, concern and pure fascination. She looked relaxed; she looked happy. Acting entirely on an impulse fueled by long suppressed feeling, Eliot reached up to slide his fingers into tousled blonde strands before gently pulling her down to him. Brushing his lips across hers, he nibbled on the bottom one for a moment before lightly tracing it with his tongue. When Parker didn't react, he started to pull back only to have her finally move in herself, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that quickly turned hard and urgent.
Like a damn breaking, a quiet growl broke from the hitter and he wrapped his other arm around the blonde, pulling her flush against him as her lips parted. Delving deep, he slid is tongue along hers, tasting and coaxing. Parker gasped, pressing closer to him, lithe body writhing against him. God, she felt so good and tasted better, the smell of gardenias and clean skin making his head spin.
Eliot rolled them so he was on top and looked down at Parker. Her lips were wet and swollen from his kisses, her hair a halo around her head. She looked sweet and sinful all at once and all he wanted to do was take, to taste, to wrap himself in her til he didn't know where one began and the other ended. This crazy assed thief had had him so tied up inside for so long he couldn't think straight but he had to make sure this was alright. He loved her too much to hurt her now.
He never got the question out, though. Parker read it in his eyes before he could say a word, fisting her hands in his hair to pull him into a hot, bruising kiss. Dragging her lips from his, she nibbled along his jaw before biting gently on the lobe of his ear. "Yes, Eliot." was all she whispered before sinking her teeth into the cords of his neck. A groan ripped from him as his cock twitched in his sweats. Grinding against her, the desperate need for friction mounting, he pulled her mouth back to his. Hands roaming, the hitter slid them under the hem of her shirt, calluses catching on smooth, soft skin as he pushed the fabric up. She sat up slightly, helping him get rid of the offending garment and then it was gone and her bare skin was pressed against him, making him shudder.
Her small, firm breast filling his palms, Eliot slid down her body to take a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking gently as the taste of her skin exploded on his tongue. Moaning, Parker's short nails dug into his shoulders and her strong legs wrapped around his waist.
"Oh, sweetheart, you do not know how long I've been wanting to do this." he whispered against her skin. "You're so beautiful and courageous. You make me crazy with fear when you do the things you do, but you also make me just plain crazy for you." Moving to give the other nipple the same treatment, he felt it pebble in his mouth as he lavished it with attention.
Parker's hands slid into his hair, pulling him back up her body before sealing her lips to his in a soul stealing kiss. Then she rolled them again, settling on top of him with knees on either side of his hips. Sliding her hands down his arms, she clasped his hands and pushed til they were above his head. "Keep those there for me, 'k?" she said with a cheeky grin, grinding down against him for good measure. He was hard and leaking and begging for attention but Eliot didn't want to rush anything. He was enjoying this all way too much and wanted to see what the tiny thief had up her sleeve.
Taking a moment to savour all those muscles and miles of golden skin at her mercy, Parker slowly slid down the hitter's body, touching and tasting as she went. Intriguing scars got special attention, as did the dip along the top of his hip where it was revealed by low riding sweats. Her hands slid up thickly muscled thighs, thumbs grazing along the inside and making Eliot groan. She was everywhere, taking in everything but the one thing that was truly her goal. "Come on, darlin', yer killin' me here." he gasped, hands clenched in the pillows around his head and drawl thick with need and want. Eyes glued to his, she finally rubbed her cheek across his hardness before placing kisses along the length tenting his sweats. Eliot swore and gasped, body strung so tight he almost missed her fingers hooking into the top of them and starting to drag down both them and the boxer briefs underneath.
When he was finally naked, the blonde paused again to take in the image in front of her. Like its owner, Eliot's cock was not excessively long but it was thick and hard, the curved head wide and leaking where it rested against his abdomen. Her mouth watered and Parker leant forward to run her tongue along its length before laying kitten licks all around the thick head.
"Oh, fuck...please, Parker, please..." Eliot begged above, gasping as jolts of pleasure wracked his body, his hips twitching. He wasn't prepared for Parker to suddenly take him in her mouth, sucking as much of him down as she could while her tongue continued to run along the hot, smooth skin. Eliot's mouth dropped open in a long groan. "Oh, god, yes....." For a long moment, he just lay there lost in the wantnneedyes feeling echoing through his body but he could feel himself very quickly getting close already. Bringing his hands down to pull her up, Eliot couldn't help another groan as he slipped from Parker's lips. "Fuck, Parker...c'mere..."
Kissing her long and hard, Eliot cupped the blonde's ass in both hands grinding against her for a second before quickly ridding her of the last of her clothes. Another roll and she was naked under him.
He pulled back to watch her face as his fingers gently teased her dampness, moving over her center before gently pressing in one finger. Eyes wide, she arched against him. He smiled and pressed a second one in, stroking her clit with his thumb as he slowly thrust his fingers into her wet heat. "God, you feel so good." he whispered, nuzzling her ear. "I wanna feel you so bad, darlin'"
"Yes, please...Eliot..." the thief begged, breathlessly. With a growl, he pulled his fingers out, sucking the wetness from them before reaching for the bedside drawer. A moment later, the empty foil packet was tossed off the bed and he was back between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing ever so slightly into her. Parker whimpered and wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him on as her hands clutched at his shoulders.
"Easy, sweetheart. I'll get you there, just gotta take it slow so I don't hurt you." Pressing forward, the head slowly stretched her open as he pressed inside. "Oh god, so tight, darlin'. Could cum just from this alone." Breathing carefully, hanging onto his control with tooth and nail, he slid inside. They both groaned as he bottomed out and he paused a moment to get himself back from the edge. Then, control firmly in place, he moved.
Long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. He caught up a rhythm, skin shining with the play of muscles as he controlled each thrust. Whimpering beneath him, Parker met each one and begged for more.
"Harder...please, Eliot..."
"You got it, sweetheart."
Elbows braced, Eliot watched Parker's face he pulled back and then slammed into her. Her mouth dropped open and her nails scrabbled for purchased against his back. "Yes! More, harder...please!" And he did. He fucked into her hard and fast, his balls slapping against her with each thrust as he fought for control. She met him thrust for thrust, hips writhing against him and pushing him that much closer to his own release.
"God, Parker. So good...fuck!" He pounded into her, sweat running from his body. Then, he felt it. The blonde's body tensed beneath his, back bowing and her internal muscles fluttering and clenching around him. He watched her come apart, head thrown back, his name tearing from her throat. It pushed him over the edge and he came, hard, her muscles milking him as he filled the condom.
It was long moments before his body stopped twitching and he came back to himself, panting hard and weight just barely held off of her by arms that shook. Laying beneath him, she looked fucked out and relaxed, a smile on her lips as she stared up at him. Brushing a gentle kiss across those lips, he then slowly pulled out and rolled off of her. The condom was quickly disposed of and then he just lay there, body tingling. Parker snuggled up against his side and he pulled the sheet over them before tucking her closer, hand sliding gently over her hair where her head was tucked against his shoulder.
It was a quiet moment, a peaceful one. Something rare and hard to come by in their line of work; who knew if they would have this again any time soon. So, Eliot lay there and enjoyed it, savoured it for the less peaceful times. The less perfect ones.
And he debated with himself, his own rules battling with his feelings and his fear of how she would react. In the end, he just let impulse lead and fuck the consequences.
"I love you, Parker." The words were barely a whisper, but loud in the quiet room.
"I know." She snuggled closer, wrapping as much of herself around him as she could. The reply pulled a quiet chuckle from him and he relaxed.
Everything was going to be just fine.
The end...for now