Model
"You like her don't you?" The question came out of nowhere for him. Tara had been with them for less than two months and she'd already read him. Getting to know Tara was fun. She was hott and a great grifter.
"Like who?" Elliot poorly tried to play off the uncomfortable question.
"I don't know, that incredibly sexy blonde thief who is limber as all hell?" She teased him back not letting him off the hook she continued on, "man, if I didn't see that two men from this crew were already on her dance card."
"How could you tell?" He was scared he thought he hid it pretty well. Sophie with her weird power never had approached him about this. Had she seen it but decided to play it proper? It would make sense as Sophie was softer than Tara. It was a good thing but sometimes maybe, because right now the question was making him uncomfortable to answer.
"Oh come on! The whole thing you did at that fashion show about the models was pretty easy to read. Next you got jealous at that con a few weeks ago when she slapped some other guys' ass. The icing on the cake was that sweet offer of murder for hire," she recited the laundry list to him.
"She's my teammate of course I'd be angry if some bad con artist made her cry," he scoffed.
"Maybe, but the time it took you to offer was the tell. Hardison has it bad for her too and he didn't even reply as quickly as you did," she retorted back. Hell, she was right, seeing that pseudo psychic made his blood boil really hot. The tears rolling down her cheeks had crushed him for days afterwards.
"But what did you mean by the model part? How was that easy to read? I was telling her guy stuff,": he was truly confused by this; he needed help reading it. With his hitter past probably a gifted grifter was the closest thing he'd get to a therapist.
"It'd be guy stuff if you got really vulgar and weren't dripping with innuendo that you were going to go home that night and get off to the idea of her. I mean she was getting ready to become a model. And the way you said it was to get a reaction from her. It may not have been a positive one but it was one nonetheless. It's like a child who acts out to see if their parents will respond," she clarified the situation for him.
How had she known? How had she known that was exactly what he had done that night after getting home from the job.
The vivid recall he had of that night was something else.
Some of the jobs were difficult for different reasons. This one had been particularly difficult due to the Triads. He had dealt with them previously but that didn't mean he would have ever asked for a round two by any means. Triads had a distinct way of leaving you whipped out.
Instead of a shower that evening he opted for the girlier version of a bath. After setting up some epsom salts and other healing tools he laid down in the tub. The hot water rushed over his muscles, smoothing out tension and stress.
With his eyes closed he let his mind wander to the gorgeous model that was Parker. He had seen an outfit on that rack that he had really wanted her to wear. It was a bikini, but he knew that'd be a dead give away. Little had he known just his simple words had already done more harm. So he found a beautiful semi respectable formal black gown.
The black tight bodice wrapped around her lilith torso. He wished that the circumstances had been that he could have savored seeing her in the dress in a less stressful situation, cause it looked hella good on her. He felt bad for whatever model would actually wear that next as she'd pale in comparison.
Now she was here in the bathroom wearing the gaudy gown, well at least she was as much there as a fantasy Parker could. She was playful this evening as she acted like a model walking up and down the length of his bathroom. Each pass she made she pulled the skirt higher up her legs.
His breath and throat hitched as she finally got to the last strut before her hands pulled back the material completely to expose her nude crotch. Her eyes still put on a playful air of snobbery as she continued to strut.
"Please babe this is getting frustrating," he drawled out the plea as she finally stood still next to him in the tub. In a more Parker-esque move she jumped over the barrier between the floor and the tub.
Was she already that wet or was that just the bath? He mused as she sat in his lap the material enveloping them both. The bubbles tickled their legs and helped with allowing him a full view of her resting her slit near his already throbbing hard on.
Tonight, he was too tired for foreplay, he decided, so he just went for it. He pulled her right on top of his thickness. Within seconds he was reaching the end of her tunnel. A pleasurable yelp escaped her lips and she bounced up and down grasping him tightly within.
Oh for fucks sake El you are embarrassing yourself! He goated himself at how ready he was already there. Well, to be fair he had been lusting and desiring the thief for roughly over two years. He just worried that if the time came to it and she was actually here instead of this creation she'd be sorely disappointed.
Relaxing he got himself back into his regular vibe as he motioned to Parker to slow down her already fever inducing pace. Every time she would go up and down she'd do that silly yet sexy smoldering look she had given on the runway.
Her hips would also copy the jarring motion she'd made while in character. Each snap would cause his body to quiver, She was really outdoing him on all the work. For the slightest of seconds he felt bad until he remembered his sore body.
"So, do I meet your model expectations?" The fantasy quibbed with him. The breath of her question teased his earlobe mercilessly.
"Parker hotness, you far exceed them," he was now semi pleading with her to get him exploding deep within her.
Being kind she headed his request, her whole wet skirt shook violently as she made one final hard thrust onto him. While he vented into her, the inner canal tightened on him not letting any precious material escape. In a gesture of thanks and contentment he laid a dainty kiss on her mouth.
After that he had fallen asleep in the tub.
Coming back to the present moment talking to Tara he was flushed red.
"I really should tell her shouldn't I?" He asked Tara.
"I mean yeah. You see how Hardison's already like got lightyears on you. I mean maybe you can wait it out if you think those two are the sharing type," she said.
That question brought on so many more scenarios and ideas into his head. Was he really okay if it came to it, to be a third wheel in a relationship?
It was going to be an exhausting night.
AN: Staring to have slightly added scenes/exchanges here between characters. I promise up until about the eleventh chapter or so things stay pretty strictly what we see on screen between everyone. After that we will be getting more exchanges that we don't see on screen etc. Sorry for the long delay, a lot of life has happened and I have tried to keep waaaay ahead in this so I don't have anything for a next update. Again thank you to all who continue to read this. I believe this is the longest work I've ever done and there's a certain level of pride that I have with that.
Extra AN: Kinda not digging how they did our OT3 dirty a bit in Redemption, just sayin.