Inspired by Sonnets 40-42

Hardison's POV


Eliot.

With Parker.

I should have known.

I should be mad at you for going behind my back with Parker. I liked her first. I was with her first.

And you knew damn well how obsessed I was about this woman.

And when I think about your mouth on her body, kissing its length, when I think about her in your bed, yeah, I'm jealous of you.

But I'm more jealous of her.

And I think That should be my body writhing under the force of Eliot's lips.

And I know, I was the one who said that it's possible to love more than one person. I loved you and I loved her, and I convinced you that there's nothing wrong with that.

But I guess I always assumed you were better than me.

Because I didn't think you would do this to me.

And make no mistake, I do hate this.

But I can't hate you.

With all the crap we've been through, I've never been able to hate you.

You're probably with her right now.

You are probably moving your hands on her arms and shoulders, cupping her face. Rough-skinned fingertips with a gentle touch. Making her relaxed instead of nervous.

Maybe she's not nervous. Maybe she's frantic, and you're the one holding her steady, getting her to slow down, setting a softer but stronger rhythm.

Maybe you're kissing her between the breasts, right on that birthmark. Maybe she pretends to be ticklish to explain why she giggles.

Maybe your tongue is swirling around her nipple. Pressing down enough that she makes that sound.

I think about your scent mingling with hers. Your limbs entangled with hers. The two of you breathing each other in, wanting each other for all the reasons I want you.

And it's good.

It's bad for me, I know.

But in another way, a more important way... it's good.


Author's Note: This is part of a series of fics in different fandoms which are one-shots inspired by Shakespeare's sonnets. The narrator of the sonnets expresses his (probably or obviously, depending on who you ask) homoerotic love for a young man and also his more frustrating relationship with a more devious (or less submissive) woman who is sometimes referred to as 'the Dark Lady.' In the sonnets, the narrator isn't too happy about the young man and the Dark Lady getting together.

In my versions, instead of a love triangle, it will tend more toward an OT3 rewriting of the sonnets. There will also be differences in the ages/genders of the people involved. So I don't want this to be a pretentious overly-literary thing, I really just think the sonnets are a lot of sexy angsty fun when viewed through OT3 goggles.

There will be no poetry by me. It'll be a series of one-shots from the perspective of a character who is involved in a long-term three-person relationship. The sonnet numbers are there just to give an idea of which sonnet inspired the one-shot. (Obviously, the numbers are not consecutive since I'm not doing 154 fics for every character).

These are not supposed to be an exact match for the sonnets - just loose interpretations of stories, characters, and imagery.