A/N: Hey so new fic! Wow haven't written one in a while...

This one is EliotxParker from Leverage. Smut and angst and cuteness and whatever I feel like :)

R&R appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage or any characters. If I did, Parker and Eliot would already be together and this story would be an episode.

Enjoy!

"But Sophie!" Parker almost whined. "I need help!"

They were seated at Sophie's kitchen table, just the two of them. Parker had arrived at Sophie's apartment before Sophie had gotten home, through the open bedroom window. They had just finished a big case and were getting some down time before they had to get back to being the good guys.

"Parker, listen to me," Sophie tried to calm her down. "You'll be fine."

"But I don't actually know how to do it."

"How to go on a date? Parker, Hardison likes you. He won't mind if you're a little awkward. Everyone is."

Parker huffed. This was not how she had planned this conversation. She felt uneasy talking about something so personal to someone else, but it was Sophie. Romantic extraordinaire.

"I mean," Parker shifted in her seat, "how do I kiss?"

Sophie looked up with a funny expression on her face. "You've never kissed anyone before?"

"Well I have. But not anyone that I really wanted to kiss. And I never really liked it before."

Sophie smiled slowly at Parker. "Oh darling. It's very simple. You'll be fine. Now I need my beauty sleep!"

Sophie stood, ushering Parker into her bedroom and to the window.

"But Sophie!" Parker tried again while buckling herself into her harness. "Please?"

"Parker, I'm not going to show you. Ask someone who can," Sophie said before tipping Parker out the window.

Parker fell for a few seconds enjoying the sudden wind in her hair. She went back up to the roof where she had left her things thinking about who she could ask for advice. Not Archie, and definitely not Nate. She could only think of one more name.

Parker landed on Eliot's roof a few seconds later. She was nervous about what he would say to her proposition. She wasn't quite used to the asking-for-help thing. She climbed down to Eliot's floor, looking into the living room window. She saw him in the kitchen, across the apartment and knocked softly.

Eliot's eyes flew up immediately to Parker, smiling when he realized it was her. He put down the knife he was using and came over to the window. She was perched on the ledge outside the glass, dressed in a tight all black one piece and knee high black boots.

"You usually just come in," Eliot said, opening the window for her. "What's up?"

"Uh," Parker stalled. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. She tried to think about how Eliot would feel. And about how Hardison would feel if he found out. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts.

Eliot almost laughed at the puzzled expression Parker had on her face.

"Well while you're thinking about it, I've just made pasta. Want some?"

Parker nodded absently and followed Eliot back to his kitchen. She hopped up onto one of the stools and placed her head in her hands.

"Eliot," Parker tried for the second time.

"Yeah?" Eliot glanced at her as he was serving the spaghetti into two bowls.

"I need advice."

"What about Parker?" Eliot asked, slightly more intrigued. Parker wasn't one to usually ask for advice.

"I don't… I don't know how to kiss."

Eliot stopped, his hands resting on the counter in front of him. He didn't really want to think of where this was going, but he had an idea. One that might not be totally accurate. He pushed the though aside. At least, until Parker said, "So I was hoping you could teach me."

They stayed there, Parker trying to keep breathing to a minimum as she waited for Eliot's response.

"Parker, you know that Hardison wouldn't be happy to find out that anything happened between us."

"What do you mean? Nothing's gonna happen. You're just going to kiss me then tell me how to get better."

"That's what I meant Parker," Eliot growled, his hands now gripping the counter. He couldn't believe this was what she was asking him. He couldn't believe he was so happy about it-or so turned on.

"Please Eliot. Sophie said she wouldn't teach me and there's no one else!"

The image of Sophie and Parker kissing suddenly appeared in his mind and he had to work very hard to get it out before responding to her.

"Alright, Parker," Eliot gave in. "I'll help you."

They sat at Eliot's dining table, making small talk and eating. Parker had suggested they pretend to actually be on a date so that she could get used to having to talk to only one person for an extended period of time.

"So how many people have you killed?" Parker asked during the next moment of silence.

Eliot put down his fork. He was trying to be patient with her but he was on the last straw of conversation with her.

"Dammit Parker," he snapped. "You don't just ask someone that!"

"Oh," Parker hesitated, a little confused. "Not on a date or not ever?"

"Not ever. If someone wants you to know something, they'll tell you."

Parker nodded and took the last bite off pasta into her mouth. Eliot really was an amazing cook. She chewed slowly, savouring the taste and looked at him. He was looking down into his bowl, but she could see the glimmer of his bright blue eyes, and she was suddenly bothered by a strand of hair that had fallen in front of them. Without thinking, she reached over and brushed it aside.

She felt Eliot tense at the contact and then relax almost immediately. He looked up at her, their eyes locking and Parker elt her insides warm up. It passed quickly though and seeing that she was done her meal, Eliot grabbed the dishes and placed them in the kitchen.

"What next?" Parker asked, eager to move on from whatever had just happened between them.

"Uh well we can skip the driving part. Unless you are uncomfortable being in a car…" Parker shook her head furiously and he chuckled. "Then I guess it's time for me to drop you at home."

"And this is when we kiss?"

"Yes Parker," Eliot sighed, trying to keep his voice monotone even though his heart was racing.

Parker stood from the table and walked over to him, keeping a foot of separation between them. She looked into his eyes again, feeling the heat in her stomach come back.

Slowly, she leaned forward. Eliot's hand came up to cup her cheek and she pushed into his hand slightly. He brought his lips down to hers and she immediately relaxed. Whatever tension she had been holding onto was gone and all she could think about at that moment was his lips moving gently against hers. The heat in her stomach turned to butterflies and she almost smiled because it felt so funny.

All too soon, Eliot pulled away, looking into her eyes almost as if he was asking a question. And Parker knew the answer.

She brought her lips back to his fiercely and she through her arms around his neck. She moaned as he pulled her closer to him, one hand on her lower back and a hand in her hair.

His tongue grazed her lips and she opened her mouth, granting him access. She leaned into him even more, taking over control and walking him back to his couch, their lips never separating. Once she knew the back of his knees had hit the couch she pushed him down onto it. They both felt the cold air on their bodies where the other used to be and Parker soon tried to fix that.

She straddled Eliot and felt his growing erection against her. It felt so good that she ground her hips down against him, causing both of them to moan. Eliot ran his hands up Parker's body feeling her tight thighs, her flat stomach and finally resting on her firm breasts.

He couldn't help but think of how beautiful she was, with her messed up hair and shining eyes. And he couldn't help but be afraid that he was so turned on by it.

Parker leaned back down and kissed him deeply, enjoying how he made her feel. They fit together, like puzzle pieces, his hands perfect on her hips, pushing her deeper onto him. And her hands in his hair, like they had always meant to be there.

Parker moaned loudly into Eliot's mouth, grinding herself into him and realized she needed more. She wanted him everywhere. She needed Eliot on top of her and inside her and she wished that he would never stop. It felt so good.

Eliot's mind was going fuzzy. The way Parker felt on him, the way she kissed him, and touched him almost made him go insane. He wanted her so badly.

"God Parker," Eliot said huskily as she kissed down his throat and began undoing his shirt. But then a thought struck him and he cursed at himself for letting it get this far.

Parker was going on a date with Hardison! Tomorrow! What was he thinking? He couldn't do this with her. Not here, not now.

"Parker," Eliot said, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her slightly away from him. "Stop."

She pouted and leaned back slightly, pushing her hips even harder onto Eliot's cock. He had to close his eyes and take a deep breath from the sensation of it. From the possibility of what might happen if he were to ignore the voice of reason.

"We can't do this.," Eliot continued. "You're going on a date with Hardison tomorrow and if he ever found out…"

Eliot let the sentence trail off, letting Parker think of her own answer for how Hardison might feel.

"But it feels good, Eliot," she pouted again.

"I know, darlin'," he said, almost laughing. "But now you get to feel good with Hardison."

At this realization, Eliot began to shut down. He didn't know why, but the thought of Parker with Hardinson and not him didn't sit right in his stomach. Eliot ignored the word jealous but couldn't help but think that Parker should just stay in his apartment, and never leave. They could continue what they were doing when Eliot's conscience broke in.

Parker sighed and got up off Eliot's lap. She fixed her hair and walked over to the window where her rope and harness were.

She paused and turned back to him, seeing that he was still sitting on the couch, watching her. "I think I'll just kiss Hardison. I won't do anything else. It might scare him, I think."

Eliot half-chuckled half-growled at her as he stood up and walked to Parker. He stopped right in front of her and pulled her back towards him, his lips pressing against hers softly. The kiss lasted only a second before he stepped back from her and said quietly, "Have fun."

Parker stared at him as he walked into his bedroom, resisting the urge to follow him. Silently, she hooked herself in and fell out the window.

I'll update soon! Thanks for reading!

xoxo