MANIPULATIONS, BY SOPHIE
a/n This is another one that toes the line between Eliot/Parker and the sibling-esche relationship. But it made me giggle, so…
"Parker?" Eliot almost choked on his tongue when the thief walked carefully down the winding, metal staircase.
Hardison had a similar reaction, dropping off his feet to one of the chairs at the dining table, mouth hanging wide open.
Nate raised an eyebrow at Sophie, who stood behind Parker, beaming victoriously.
The blonde girl blinked anxiously, worried about the odd look on the formally dressed hitter's face.
Eliot was dumbstruck. Parker looked stunningly beautiful. The pale blue dress clung lovingly to her form, gorgeous simplicity that showed off her toned arms and long legs. The black boots on her feet had tiny heels, and were laced up the insides. Pale gold hair was twisted at the nape of her neck, and her skin wore a soft, confident glow. Smoky eyes and blushing pink lips, along with the deep, cobalt sapphires at her earlobes and throat, finished the picture that Parker made.
Then she fidgeted, and classic Parker broke through the new image. "Eliot?" she asked, uncomfortable. "What's wrong?"
Shaking himself from his daze, the hitter smiled broadly. "Nothin', darlin'." Stepping up, he held out an arm, which she gratefully caught. As they turned, heading for the door, their eyes met: Parker confused, Eliot pleased.
"You look amazing, sweetheart," he complimented.
She stopped, eyebrows drawing together. Then he grinned appreciatively, and she flushed and smiled back.
"Thanks."
"No problem, Parker."
And they headed out on their "date", which Sophie had assured them was a necessary part of the con.
fin.