A/N: I absolutely love playing with the idea of "What if?" or the "Could be's?" when it comes to Eliot and his feelings on "Pretzels"
Them three just play off of each other so well that it's really hard to resist not doing something of the such so...
Here's my take on the "Once was" and the "Still is" (May I say it was heavily influenced by my "Sad songs" playlist)
Let me know whatcha think!
When You Go
With a sigh Eliot slid his arm from under Parker's head, flipping around on the bed so he was turned from where she was sleeping peacefully.
He knew this was wrong, never had it been right, yet never had he once turned her away.
She'd show out of the blue with those sad doe eyes insisting she had made a grave mistake and just like that she'd be forgiven.
No matter the crime she'd be pardoned because bad as he'd hate to say, he knew how good it would be to lay her next to him, even if it be just for the night.
She'd whisper words that would make him believe they were together.
Offer touches, kisses, and caresses that said she'd be there forever.
At first he had thought she'd regretted her decision to move on.
Then he'd simply reasoned she was lonely, wanting warm arms to hold her.
But as time passed and she continued to show, even after beginning to date Hardison, he started seeing things for what they were.
She didn't want someone to hold her, she needed someone to control her.
And he did.
Whatever Parker wanted she got.
All she had to do was say the word, all she had to do was kiss him, swear that she missed him and down he'd go.
Just like he had every time before.
Problem was he wasn't really what she wanted.
He wasn't ever gonna be.
He was no more than someone she'd come to in need.
Come daylight she'd be gone.
Just in time to greet his best friend with a good morning kiss and life would move on.
They'd continue to pretend that none of it ever happened.
He'd go in to work and joke with the man like he hadn't betrayed him in one of the highest forms.
Pretend that he wasn't living a life of scandalous lies.
Until next time she called him up.
Or would she show at his door?
Perhaps sneak through a window.
However it be that she came it was with arms wide open that he'd greet her; knowing his night would be filled with sinful regret.
Spent taking as much as he gave; getting through the night by living for it.
He would allow himself to ignore that she'd lie.
He'd falsely believe in the promises that she wouldn't say goodbye.
Blantantly overlook the fact that she did every time.
With a huff he rolled back into the warmth they had created, tucking an arm around her as he did so.
If he listened hard enough he could still hear her declaration of love.
Maybe if he tried hard enough this time he could actually believe it.
In the very least he could say it was true on his part.
The silence and his thoughts were interrupted by a sound that was half sigh, half snore.
It brought a smile to his face and uneasiness to his mind, heart, and soul.
This was wrong, it wasn't right, yet he knew he wouldn't stop it.
As long as she continued needing something more he'd continue providing it.
No matter how she spent her days or who with he'd continue to save her his nights.
It was a fact that he no longer bothered to deny; even if it simply be to himself.
With a guiltily sated mind he shut his eyes breathing in a scent that was pure Parker as he slithered closer.
Yeah he'd continue… be it for the sole fact that she'd never cut him deep enough to tell her no.
Besides, he knew it would hurt a lot worse when she'd go.
