The preserve, Saturday afternoon into night

[vdistinctive]

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

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[age_of_the_geek]

Hardison closed the song out with long, mournful, drawn-out notes before finally setting the violin down. "Damn," he said, settling back against the cushions. "We good together no matter what we're doin'."

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker held out one of the s'mores-- one that had peanut butter added -- and said, "Very very good," with satisfaction. "I'm so glad you guys like playing the music. We should go to another concert thing, sometime this summer. Maybe a different one." She picked up a honey-and-chocolate s'more and offered it to Eliot. "You know, after we have more sex."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot set his guitar aside on one of the cushions and accepted the s'more. And hoped he remembered to pack some wet-naps. This thing was sticky. "Sex is a given, darlin'," he told her. "Heck, we pick the right concert an' I bet we can find a spot to do 'em both at the same time."

[age_of_the_geek]

Hardison held his hand up to refuse the s'more. "Still allergic, mama," he reminded. "I'll have one of them honey ones you just made for Eliot, though."

"What kinda concert?" he asked, intrigued. "Tell me more about this sexy concert you got planned."