Eliot could hardly believe he'd managed to talk Hardison into this. Sure, he'd managed it last year, too, for their first anniversary, but that was April. This was February. It wasn't super cold out -- there was no snow on the ground, and it spent enough time above freezing every day that nothing had iced over -- but it wasn't warm, either ( Read more... )

Eliot led the way through the trees -- well, probably, he knew Hardison was behind him but Parker might be basically anywhere with the trees crowded this close together -- towards the campsite. He'd already made the trek out a few times today, carrying the cushions and rugs and tent and all the other luxuries he'd promised Hardison to get him out ( Read more... )

Eliot got back to the island much later than he'd originally expected. After the cemetery, Trudy had dragged him home to properly meet his nieces and nephew, and reacquaint with his brother-in-law. It'd all been ridiculously overwhelming, and he and Trudy hadn't been done arguing, and Trudy hadn't even been close to done hitting him -- and Eliot ( Read more... )

After their adventure at Chilly Boulder, Eliot was kind of thinking that the kids would crash out nice and early ( Read more... )

"So," Eliot said, once all three of them were out the door and far enough away that any impending flailing wouldn't block the other exiting traffic. "We gonna go have a threesome now, or what?"

As plans went, it lacked a certain grace. But Eliot had always been the sort who liked to get straight to the point.

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