Pillow Fight - Take 1

Written for the prompt : Eliot/any, pillow fight - in this case the "any" is Parker

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Pillow Fight - Take 1

He puts his key in the lock and opens the door to the apartment, surprised to find it in darkness for a moment, until he hears the distinctive sound of a quiet inhalation. It's enough . . . he recognizes it. He pushes the door closed behind him and steps further into the room, trying to decide whether to flick the light on.

As he reaches for the switch, the first blow hits him square in the face and he lets out a muffled oomph of air as his assailant dances back out of reach. He waits, listening, tilting his body to take the next blow against his arm as she heads for his ribs. He laughs and says, "Come on, surely you can do better than that!"

There's a quick volley of blows and she's just drawing back from the third when he takes hold of the pillow and pulls it and her toward him. Before she can catch her balance, he's got the pillow out of her grasp and is throwing it in the direction of the chair as he wraps his other arm round her waist puling her close and dropping a kiss to her lips, drawing back to ask, "What had I done to deserve that?"

She shrugs and mutters something about pillow fights are supposed to be fun and he wasn't supposed to win so quickly. He sweeps her off her feet and swings her round. By the time he sets her down again, her bad mood is forgotten and she's laughing again . . . just the way he loves to see her.