A/N - WARNING: ADULT SEXUAL CONTENT

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In the morning, Parker opened her eyes and stretched like a cat, on her flannel covered mattress. The sun should have been up already but it was still quite a bit dark due to the storm. She could see snow still falling from a window. She laid there in bed and tried to remember her dreams of the night before. Some of it came back to her in racy scenes that sort of surprised her, because she saw them intermingled with sad scenes. Most of the sexual ones she filed away to recall later, but the sad ones helped her to recollect that she needed to make some phone calls… But first, she needed to get up and get dressed to go check on the animals in the barn. The larger horses had to be hungry already and the stalls would need to be cleaned of the previous night's mess. But after that morning and some phone calls, she wouldn't have to do any more feeding and cleaning up. Parker threw back the covers and headed for her closet. She dressed and went into the bathroom for the rest of her necessities. She brushed her hair and pulled it up into a ponytail. The blond thief brushed her teeth and away she went. Her boots were by the front door so she padded over in her socked feet and slipped them on. Eliot obviously wasn't up and making noise yet so she figured it was safe. She went out the back door to the place where she had the snow shoes hidden. Once they were on, she headed to the barn.

Giant was the first one to greet her when she came in. Parker went right to work and took him out of his stall. She walked him out and tied him up to a hitching post while she got the wheelbarrow. She cleansed his stall and put fresh hay in it before she put him back inside. He nudged her hip looking for some kind of snack.

"Not right now, you sneaky boy. Maybe later, I have work to do," she told Giant.

Then Bronwyn made her voice heard. It was clear she wanted her mate to cut it out so she could get her stall cleaned.

"See, she wants to get all cleaned up too," she looked around and all the rest of the horses and ponies were all awake and at the doors to their stalls. "See, so does everyone else."

She stroked his nose a couple of times and then moved on to Bronwyn's stall. And so Parker went on and cleaned all the stalls before she fed them all. When she finished, she felt quite proud of herself. Mainly proud of the hard work she'd done in cleaning up after the animals but also being around them without freaking out. And keeping herself distracted by feeding and keeping of the maintenance of the animals helped, she felt, that it got her more comfortable being around them. It seemed to be working… Starting with the biggest ones, she was making friends with them, to get used to them. Then she'd work on the next size, until she'd made friends with them all; keeping it all a secret from Eliot. He sure would be surprised when he found out she didn't have a fear of horses or ponies even. Then she left the barn to go get Mr. Grouch up. She had planned to get him to do his physical therapy twice a day. He still couldn't make it out to the barn yet to spend more quality time with the animals, and there was another thick blanket of snow on the ground again. Walking back to the farm house, she decided to wait until at least ten in the morning since it was still so early.

Eliot couldn't really find anything more to say to Parker at dinner. Truthfully, he did feel guilty for his tone of voice while barking at her, but he didn't feel one bit guilty for having called her out on drugging him. They both left the dishes on the table and he went to his bedroom after she disappeared. Dealing with Parker always seemed to drain his energy. He went in, got into a pair of flannel pajama pants, left his t-shirt on, and climbed back into bed; it was the only place that would be warm quickly with his presence. The hitter figured it would take too long to turn on the heat in the room. And then later when it got too warm, he didn't want to have to leave the warm cocoon of his bed to turn it down. He wanted to get back to Dream Parker and that hay loft. He couldn't understand why he was being so drawn to the unreal Parker and he just couldn't bring himself to do the unthinkable and start a romantic relationship with the real Parker. Eliot turned his light out, his head hit the pillow, and his eyes closed… At first he was in the darkness, and then in his mind's eye, Dream Parker appeared in those short shorts. This time she had a wet white t-shirt tied in a knot so that her midriff was showing. She was bent over the hood of his red orange Challenger SRT with a soaped up sponge. Her hands were on either end of the sponge and moving the item in circles on the hood.

'Dammit Parker,' he thought to himself.

The unreal Parker was such a turn on… And he didn't understand why. Was he attracted to the real Parker in his subconscious and his mind was just playing because he just couldn't bring himself to make his dreams of her a reality? He was a little confused so he turned away from that vision… But when he looked up again, there was a different Dream Parker… This one was more interesting and a little less naked. There she was in a cobalt blue, off one shoulder, an evening gown. Like she'd been out to see the opera or something. He smirked, as if Parker would be interested in opera. Then he looked down and he was dressed in a black tuxedo, black dress shirt, with a vest and a black tie. A mirror appeared; his hair looked good, and flared a bit. His facial hair was perfect with a mustache and goatee started; the soul patch intact. Even his side burns were a little longer… Eliot thought he looked good to him. Something drew him to her. She had her hair up in a ponytail and little sparkly hairpins with diamonds on them kept the stray hairs in place. He took her hand and led her somewhere private… Because she looked positively sinful and he couldn't keep his mind on anything else until he had his way with her…

His advanced hearing training told him they were alone, and then he passionately took her mouth to new heights. He could barely breathe when he let her go. The hitter had to touch her skin and he caressed the dress off her one shoulder. God, he was glad she didn't have a strapless bra on; her breasts were so beautiful. He launched himself into tasting her flesh while he massaged the other before he wildly kissed her again. When she lifted her gown, Eliot knew what she wanted… His warm breath went through her black, lacy, thong panties. He wanted to eat her out and make her come right then, just to taste the sweet nectar between her legs. Then he found her clit through her panties and began to suck and flick his tongue on that pearled amount of flesh. The hitter's left hand gripped her right ass cheek and kept it pulled close to his mouth. The other hand moved up over her gathered dress at her waist, cupped her beautiful breast, and kneaded it like dough in his palm. He felt her flesh start to quiver so he stopped to let her senses plateau a little before he took her… He stood and had her sit on the bench that was at the foot of the bed. Eliot didn't have to ask her, she just reached for his belt. Oh god, she was suddenly licking and sucking him to his own high…

When she got him to the stage where every blood drop went into his cock, he pulled her up to him, turned her, and bent her over the bench at the end of the bed. He sank his thick member into her from behind after he moved the crotch of those panties out of the way. Dream Parker kept quiet by burying her face in the duvet on the bed; her hands gripped it as she moaned. His hips had a good vice like grip on her because they had to be quick… He felt so good yet bad because he felt they could be caught at any moment. His brain didn't allow him the time to figure out just who would be catching them considering it was his dream. And he fucked her hard as she gripped him internally at the end of every hard thrust inside her warm sheath. Eliot's hands one at a time came up to cup, tease each of her breasts, and kept those nipples aching for him. He leaned over her to let her feel his dominance and he kissed the side of her neck. He wanted her to feel that she was his, but something held him back from saying the words. The hitter neared the edge of no return and he grunted as he thrust his body into hers faster… So fast that he felt the tickle at the base of his spine and then he was suddenly floating on air as he came inside her. His mouth found hers and he passionately kissed her to keep from screaming her name.

Then she came and she kissed him back hard with a bit of her own dominant streak coming out. Eliot adjusted the crotch of her panties back into place and helped her get readjusted back to the beautiful Dream Parker. He kissed her once more and he knew that she could taste herself on his mouth. Then the hitter woke up in his dark bedroom, felt his hand inside his pajama bottoms, and around the shaft of his spent penis.

'Dammit,' he thought as he was now stuck in bed with soiled material over his groin.

He threw back the covers and looked at the clock on his nightstand as it read 3:30 in the morning. He sighed and leaned against the bed for support while his other hand contained his cane. The hitter managed to hobble around the end of his bed to the dresser. He found a pair of sweats and then hobbled back to his wheelchair. While there he freed himself from his room and went down the hall to the bathroom. It was a big bathroom where he could roll in and have room to be in his chair. Eliot cleaned himself up and changed his clothing. He carried the soiled clothing back to his room and put it in the hamper. He decided he needed to ask Parker where the laundry facilities were in the morning so he could wash the evidence away of his near teenage-like wet dream he had earlier. Then he put himself back to bed… While lying in bed, he recalled that he felt that his legs felt a little stronger with the braces on. He still didn't feel comfortable trying to walk with them off yet, but he was gaining strength. The hitter didn't know if he felt that way because Parker was helping him with his physical therapy or maybe it was the way she massaged the muscles that got worked. He wondered what she had planned in the morning and then he fell back to sleep.

Parker came inside through the back door and took her boots off. She left them by the back door after she put the snow shoes back where she got them from. Since there was no evidence of Eliot up and moving around yet, she went up to her room and took a shower up there to get the smell of animals off of her. While in the shower, one of those racy dream scenes popped back into her consciousness… She didn't know what it meant but she thanked the Goddess in her mind for her dreams the night before. And then she wondered if the magic from the rituals the group of women did on Samhain or Halloween night had anything to do with her dreams last night. She smiled with hope if they were; maybe Eliot had a racy dream last night himself? There was no real way of finding out anyway… What was she going to do about it? Oh yeah, go up to Eliot and say…

'By the way, Sparky, did you have an erotic dream about me last night?' She thought; no way, he'd tell her, 'No. Dammit Parker!'

She sighed as she towel dried her hair… Two more days, today and tomorrow… And then she was gone. Parker dressed in a night t-shirt that had Grumpy of the Seven Dwarfs on it saying,

'If you want breakfast, sleep in the kitchen,' she stole it once because she was bored.

The blond thief sat on her bed with her cell phone. It was already eight in the morning in their time zone. She went on the internet and ordered Quinn's Kevlar vest. Fortunately, they had a way to put in a rush order so she did. It would be delivered to the hotel where she would be staying. It wasn't going to be where Tara was under a watchful eye and she was sure by then that Hardison already found a new place to hide out until she got there. Then she called up the place where she bought her horses and ponies… It didn't take her long, and she made a deal to have Jake Barrett come, and stay in the tack room on the cot until she could have somewhere for him to stay built. At least it was warm in the barn and the tack room while the snow storm raged on. She couldn't let him stay in the house while she was gone and he couldn't stay in the barn that was her office even though she had a futon there. She didn't want him snooping around in her stuff or in the farm house while Eliot was still recovering. After that she called the number she'd gotten from the hospital for the physical and massage therapies. At the office she got the physical therapists' scheduler. The woman also was the massage therapists' scheduler as well; so she made the deal for two of them to come out to the farm house on the eighth. She decided to give Eliot a break on the seventh. After taking care of Eliot while she was gone, she headed downstairs to the kitchen to whip something up for breakfast.

Nate spent some time in bed with Sophie, after they left Beretta and her family. The mastermind talked the grifter into a little make-up sex even though the couple was on a job, just like they played around before leaving San Lorenzo… Sophie had only agreed once they were out of earshot of the family they had just gotten into town. She couldn't very well agree to go shag with Nate while there were little ones and strangers in the room. It didn't help matters that Nate had talked her into it by sucking on his favorite place on her neck and she caved… Then the call came in late that Monday night from Hardison that Nate was needed in Los Angeles. The hacker filled him in that he needed to play Tanya Kramer's priest she was having flown in from Ireland for the occasion of her wedding. They grew up together in the states until he was needed in the Emerald Isle to take care of his ailing grandmother. He was supposed to have known her for a very long time. And Tanya wants to have him officiate her wedding. The time had come to start the premarital classes and if they passed them, then the announcement would be made official. After a mad scramble to find clothing, Nate and Sophie left her apartment. She drove him because she just couldn't let him go; it felt too soon. She tried to argue that Quinn should be doing it… But Nate argued back that he couldn't because he needed to keep his face out of sight from the Villareagos family and really the Delgadillos as well if he was to pretend to be the emissary of El Fantasma. Sophie finally agreed it was for the best, but she didn't have to like it. She wanted to take him off to Paris for some shopping.

The mastermind got on the jet that Hardison appropriated and sat back a while in his leather seat. Once they were in the air, then he found out where Hardison had stashed his costume on the plane…