Violated

© 2009 – DolfynRider

TITLE: Violated

FANDOM: Leverage

RATING: M

CHARACTER: Parker

SUMMARY: Parker's in trouble...or maybe not.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in the Leverage-verse.

NOTES: This one starts off dark, but you guys know my style by now, it won't stay that way for too long. I just can't do angst well, damn it! Sorry!

CHAPTER ONE

Parker was taking a walk to calm herself. Once again she'd slipped up at HQ and her big mouth had gotten several odd looks from the team. She knew them, she cared for them, but she couldn't help saying what was on her mind. Telling Sophie she needed to get laid just popped out, and saying Nate should be the one was the last straw. She swore they were both going to strangle her, even though the entire team knew how badly Sophie and Nate wanted each other.

She turned down the alley and saw the shadow pass before her, a few blocks down. She wasn't worried, she knew how to take care of herself. On full alert, she continued. Not a care as to what was about to happen to her. She just needed to walk, to roam the now-familiar streets of Boston after dark.

As she approached the area where she'd seen the shadow, she heard a noise that disturbed her. She turned her head and saw that the person was still there. Clothed in a long black jacket with a baseball hat on his head, Parker stared at the figure. It was too dark to distinguish any real features in the shadows that played over the being standing there.

All Parker knew was that she should run, but she didn't feel like running, even after hearing a zipper being tugged down. She walked past, seemingly oblivious, but the figure leapt at her, shoving her to the ground. Parker tried to fight, but felt her shorts being tugged off. She caught glimpses of her attacker, now that a light from a window in the building they were near played across the face, but Parker didn't care. She wanted to know what was going to happen.

As her shorts were thrown to the ground, her legs spread on their own, automatically opening herself up to the being on top of her. It took only a few moments. She was in a bit of pain from the force used to thrust into her, but she could deal with it. Getting up, she looked around and found the person had already fled into the night. She put her shorts back on and headed home.

*****

At HQ the next morning, she stared at her teammates, knowing at least one of them knew what had happened to her the night before. She wondered if she should say something, but she knew their reactions.

Hardison would pull up files of all known offenders and try to eliminate the suspects, though Parker knew he wouldn't find her attacker. Sophie would gasp, with that 'deer-in-headlights' look she often got. Eliot would automatically go on defense and threaten to beat the shit out of the person. Nate would be pissed, since he was the only one who knew her entire background, and he'd be even more pissed once she explained she let it happen because she wanted it to.

Then the team would all know. They'd all know her weakness. They'd know part of what was going on in her mind. Part of her most intimate thoughts. How wrong she truly was. They had all joked about something being wrong with her before, she knew they were just joking, though. None of them knew just how wrong she was...yet, and she'd like to keep it that way.

She was pretty sure she knew who her attacker was, that's why she let it happen, that's why she wanted it to happen. Though she was puzzled by something. She wasn't sure, she couldn't figure out, exactly how...

"PARKER!" Nate's voice brought her back to the present.

"What?" She asked absently, the thought still in her mind, but dissolving quickly as she tried to focus on what was going on.

"Are you ready?" Hardison asked her, staring at her, trying to make sure she was okay.

Parker realized the whole team was staring at her. She really had zoned out that time. She'd have to be careful, though she did make a mental note to walk the same path again later that night, staying around the same area near the Back Bay's Hilton's alley. She hoped to run into her attacker again.

"Sure...um...ready for what?" She asked them.

"Parker!" Sophie yelled at her. Parker jumped, turning towards the brunette, "What's wrong with you today? You normally space out a little, but nothing like this. Did something happen since we left the office last night?" Sophie asked, phony concern flooding her face.

"Nothing at all, well...nothing bad," Parker smirked at her.

Sophie's eyes widened for a moment, "Nothing...bad? So, something did happen...what?"

Parker smiled, "Just, well, I found someone last night and I'm hoping to see them again tonight, in the same place, around the same time. It was fun." Parker turned towards Nate, "So, uh, what am I supposed to be ready for?"

"Zip line...office building....3 AM..." Nate said, "I hope that doesn't interfere with your plans."

"Oh no, it won't. I'll be busy until about...12:30 or so, but after that, well, I'll be there. I've never missed a job, have I?" Parker spit out, eyes on Hardison now, teasing him.

*****

Parker started her walk a few minutes earlier that night, hoping to get a little more time, that it might last a little longer. She was eager and thankfully it was summer or her barely there jogging shorts and spaghetti-strapped tank would have been an odd choice. She never wore a bra, but she had purposely 'forgotten' her panties tonight.

She walked in front of the Hilton, then turned right twice to head down into the back alley. As she turned, she saw the tall figure again and her breath caught in her throat. She quickened her pace to hurry to the spot. As she neared, she heard the zipper being tugged down for the second night in a row.

Once again, the figure jumped out at her, tugging her clothes off, this time taking a bit more time with her, knowing she wasn't going to scream, knowing she wasn't going to make a sound, while she was pinned down on the hard cobblestone alley.

When it was over, Parker slowly gathered her clothes and put them back on. Looking around, she realized she was alone again. Though this time she was thinking, thinking hard. It was impossible. She thought she knew who it was, but it didn't make sense, it couldn't make sense. She thought of different reasons, but then her mind was blank as she relived the feelings of the night, her mouth curling into a slight smile as she got up and walked back the way she'd come from, hoping to get to the job on time.

*****

Three nights later, the fifth in a row, she was now dressing up to make it easier for her attacker. Tonight, she borrowed one of Sophie's super short skirts and again left her panties at home. This wouldn't take as long now.

Her attacker had moved on, no longer roughly taking her down, no longer making it quick. Now, she moaned as her neck was bitten, then her nipples, head moving lower, Parker groaned as tongue met clit, then entered her. Fingers played at her entrance as the tongue moved back to her clit.

Parker thrust her hip upwards, showing that she wanted it. Then thought better of it. If it wasn't a challenge, her attacker may give up, thinking it wasn't much of a sport anymore, and she lay still, though the sounds she was emitting were betraying her. She couldn't help it, the feelings washed over her, she liked them, and her mouth automatically opened, though she did try to be quiet.