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Notes: So yeah, I figured I need to up the rating. Mature Content follows.

Warnings: There is a reason the rating was upped so be aware!

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Eliot was well aware he was being an idiot. He wasn't happy with the knowledge either. Louise, the serene mother of the groom let him ramble on about making sure folks left the barn in groups to walk back to the rental houses, in order to avoid unnecessary accidents on the trails and losing those a bit worse for wear, looking at him with knowing eyes the whole time. Hell everyone was looking at him with knowing eyes since he had lost control so epically and made out with Parker. In the middle of the speeches and in plain view. What the hell was he thinking? The damn thief had had some sort of sexual epiphany and seemed intent on sharing that exclusively with him.

So what the hell was he doing talking to the lovely Louise about possible security issues for the guests when he could be dragging Parker from the building and taking her to bed?

Oh man. Parker was irresistibly infuriating most days anyway. With dirty promises in her eyes she was plain irresistible. But she had just ended things with Hardison, and that courtship had been slow and sweet and based on her being comfortable with the hacker. What was this? Go to the hitter for your one night stand needs? Was he a freakin' one stop shop for horny thieves? Parker wanting to sleep with him should not be making him think shit like that. But damn it, he felt used. Parker wasn't declaring love or asking to be his girlfriend. That right there should be right up his alley. Yet it bothered him. It bothered him that she thought they could have sex and it not affect them after. Eliot swallowed back the worryingly mushy thoughts and grabbed another beer.

The skin of her thighs had been soft and warm and way too inviting. Her mouth begged to be kissed whenever in the vicinity of...well him. And she was feisty with it, her hands firm, no artifice in her passion. She wanted, and she showed it. So unlike the calculating women he was partial to. They played games to increase your interest, acted coy, teased and toyed, trying to illicit an emotional connection, but Eliot was never fooled. Artificial and superficial were just that for a reason. Even her play about messin' with someone else willing was straight up teasing, and yet he had took it way too serious and she had been confused by his response. Well he was too.

Fuck. Eliot wanted her bad. And despite her words, which may well be true, he was pretty sure a taste would not be enough. Not nearly. Not for him and he was man and fool enough to know it. She would still be sexy as hell after, still Parker, still addictive, crazy, smart ass Parker. How was sleeping with her gonna make that not true or not an issue? It wasn't, that's how.

He lingered at the top table talking with the newly-weds, accepting the ribbing from Cory with good grace, and tried to get a grip. If Parker wanted to and he wanted to, why was he holding back? Hardison wasn't an issue, though it was a little close for Eliot's liking. Was Parker vulnerable and reaching out? Should he chill and not let things go too far? He glanced over and saw her staring into the distance across the hall, her chin on her hand, hair shiny and bright and cleavage enticing in the square necked dress. She was leaning forward, and he knew she probably had one suede boot sat on the table bar to raise her knee, the way she always sat. He thought of her panic with the bouquet. Thought of the rage it instilled in him. A guy asked her something and she responded shortly, not turning to face the guy, who was also getting a look of that neck line as it dipped forward as she leaned. He was moving before he knew to tell his feet, threading through those who had finished their meals and ventured onto the dance floor in-front of the stage and between the two tables.

The band were playing country, and the guests getting happy. Parker looked pensive. And that guy spoke again, this time she frowned and Eliot felt violence brewing in his fists. He had made his decision by the time he reached her, and screw the consequences.

Ignoring the guy still hovering else he may end up killing the interloper just for breathing, he stood at the end of the table and coughed.

She looked at him with slit eyes, angry and bruised. He could feel her confusion, and felt like a dick.

"Aye."

"Excuse me?"

"Aye. Now shut up and dance with me, and we'll get out of here as soon as possible." Man he said that roughly and waited, letting it sink in. The devilish gleam in her eyes told him when she cottoned on and she stood immediately, grinning.

"Really?"

"I thought I said shut up?"

"You want to dance with me?" Jesus, that's what she was focusing on? Contrary, his thief was. He didn't bother correcting his description. Tonight, she was his thief. They'd deal with the reality in Boston. And Boston was a long ass way away right now.

"Yeah Parker, I wanna dance with you." And rip your clothes off and bury myself in you hip deep, but yeah, it's the dancing that's important. He took her hand and walked her to the edge of the dance-floor by the stage, looking to give them cover since he had no clue how this was going to go down. He glanced at the entrance and the stage door at the back. Couldn't help it. He noted how many guys were drunk already and who looked maudlin with it, the loud ones were easy the depressed ones dangerous.

Parker was lit from within, her eyes beyond blue, and the twinkling lights that had been arranged at the barns ceiling were switched on, though it was only just sunset outside. Eliot refused to think any more. It had him in knots any how. He slipped his arms around her waist and let his hands sit on her hips, and she put her arms about his shoulders. The band were doing covers, and the pace was mid tempo, so he spun her out and grinned when she pirouetted and returned to place a hand at his chest. The song was Rascal Flatts but he hardly heard the words, just the rhythm and Parker's carefree smile as she moved with him. Man she was beautiful. He dipped his head and kissed her quick, unable to think of a damn reason not to.

"What was that for? Are we done yet?" God her straight forward query hit him square in the gut. He grinned, and span her again. Her hair flew out and she returned a little flushed, cheeks peachy and lips parted.

"I thought you couldn't dance, except your Beyonce impression?" Oh now he was thinking of her in that elevator and his muscles tightened.

"I can't dance." She looked puzzled, even as she swayed and dipped with him and he grinned, pressing his hands to her hips, his thumbs on her hip bones through her dress and felt himself harden, thinking of later. He wanted to cut and run now, but she was happy and bright and he couldn't tear her from the lights.

"What do you think we're doing Parker?" He teased, and pressed his lips to her forehead, linking their hands and switching their position so he could spin her with one hand and catch her with the other. She laughed and her fingers linked with his tightly. Giving him other ideas. She leant in to his ear to reply.

"I thought this was foreplay." Floored him again. She just stared at him as his mouth went dry and blood pounded in his veins. Stupidly, he hadn't imagined that as an answer. But this was Parker, who never really did anything expected.

He pulled her tighter and settled their hips together, needing the contact. He glanced at the guests and shuffled them closer to the corner of the floor. The band struck up a new song. Something Beautiful, by Needtobreathe and suddenly all he could hear were the words as she pressed into his chest, and stirred him so deep he was pretty sure she was rewriting his DNA with her eyes.

Hey now, this is my desire, consume me like a fire,

'Cause I just want something beautiful to touch me

I know that I'm in reach, 'cause I am down on my knees

Waiting for...something beautiful.

The band rocked it out but he was lost to something beautiful as he bent down to kiss her, and Parker responded, softly. He kissed her as gently as he knew how, wanting to cherish her and ravish her all at once. He was not gonna survive this, and he really didn't care. Then she was slipping her tongue across the seam of his lips and gentle was forgotten as they all but stopped moving just to kiss. And kiss.

He groaned and pulled away and she wasn't having it this time, tugging his head down with determined hands.

"Parker honey, we gotta wait till later, I can't keep-we need a bed darlin'." He kept it low, and wondered at the circumstances leading to him ever saying those words to Parker and having them make perfect sense. Huh.

"Why?" She kissed his jaw as they pretended to dance, the song ricocheting in his brain and heightening his awareness of every inch of skin she was displaying, every possibility of their skin touching. His hands slid up her back, mindful of her bruising and reached the bare shoulder blades above, circling her skin with his thumbs.

"Why what?" He buried his head in her neck and nipped at her, then wondered why he was torturing himself.

"Why do we need a bed?" She left his throat and found his mouth, and he honestly couldn't think of a reason as she wriggled close, kissing him greedily. His brain misfired as her hands caught his ass and he felt his hard on press against her thigh. She stopped the kiss and met his gaze head on, eyes blazing. "We can use a bed later can't we? What if the barn gets hit by lightning and we die? I don't think we should risk it."

"Damn Parker." He felt his heart near explode at her solemn reasoning, and swallowed. It was just sex right? Why was he fixated on the bedroom? That was for soft and slow. He wanted hard and now. He picked his jacket from the side of the stage and shucked it on swiftly, flipping his ponytail over the collar and caught her hand and dragged her to the back stage door, glancing at the room to check if they were watched. The band was striking up another rocker and the guests were cutting loose on the floor and laughing at tables. All good.

Parker swung him round to the back of the barn and jumped, hooking her legs about his waist and catching his face in her hands to kiss him hungrily. Jesus she was not kidding about waiting.

Finally free of witnesses, outside in the darkened sunset, the sky blood red and indigo reflecting on the tree canopies of the hillside, Eliot kissed her back with every ounce of the need punching through his lungs. Cupping her backside, his cock twitched as she ground at him, eager, and he had to take a minute, feeling like a horny teenager with her arms wrapped about him and her hair silky where its slid at his throat and face. Fuck. He wanted to throw her down but wouldn't, knowing her injuries would hurt if he lost control.

"Parker, you sure?"

"Hell yes. Stop talking." She smiled into his kiss and his heart hiccuped painfully. Damn she was literally giving him a heart attack. He knew where to go, because he wasn't making love to Parker up against a damn barn fully clothed. Hell no. He carried her easily, and she fit on him like a glove, her skirts swishing as he walked, her mouth at his, nipping his jaw, licking at his exposed throat, teasing his pulse point, driving him crazy. His pants were tight and stomach taut as her breasts pressed close, and he prayed he could make it as his hands clutched at her ass, her thighs at his waist vice like. Man, his head was swimming. He had to put her down when he reached the track, and she protested, but when he took her hand to lead her down the steep track she followed, trusting him.

It took a few minutes of scrambling down the rough hidden track, but they were both nimble and he was conscious of her every second. He had a seconds anxiety that she would not like the secret glade but went with his gut anyway.

When they reached the forest floor and stood in the clearing, she looked at him and smiled.

"Really?"

"You're still hurt Parker. This'll work."

Parker turned and swept her hair away for him to undo her buttons. She was in. This time he kissed every inch of skin exposed with each unhooked button, licking at the tender skin and tasting her sweet scent in his mouth. Her bruises were dark beneath the moody scarlet and mauve sky, and he kissed them softly, wishing he could make them disappear. She wasn't hampered by them though. Tough ass sexy Parker. When the last was undone, he slid his hands into the dress and reached around to cradle her flat stomach, feeling her muscles trembling as he pressed his mouth to her neck and teased her sensitive skin. She mewled, the noise shooting straight to his groin, and turned around, the bodice of her dress falling to her waist to reveal her bra, but she was too busy divesting him of his jacket to care. He helped. His waistcoat and shirt went next, her hands smoothing his back and chest and his hard on twitched again. Her appreciative hot eyes on his skin and torso had his balls aching and hips knocking forward. Shit he was going to have to try hard not to embarrass himself here.

She removed her bra with a confidence he enjoyed, and dropped the garment on top of his. Seeing her half naked in the clearing, trees all about and the sky reflected in the clear pool behind them, he swallowed. She looked like a sprite, a delicious woodland long legged pixie designed to turn his stomach to knots and his will power to ash. His skin burnt under her gaze and crackled with expectancy, and he tried to breathe but it was becoming hard to remember to do it. Reverently, seeing a shy light in her eyes despite her boldness, he bent and caught one exposed nipple in his mouth, lapping at it, holding the other breast in his hand. She was soft and firm and utterly feminine in his palm and he suckled harder, greedy to own her, own all of her. Her head tipped back, and her throat column bared, and he raised his free hand to hold her nape, as he switched attention to the other nipple. She was swelling in his mouth and puckering beneath his hand and he could hear nothing but her breathing and the rustle of leaves and stillness of water all around and the sound of his mouth suckling her flesh. Just sex. Yeah.

"Eliot." An urgent whisper, and he was glad she used his name, glad she knew they were safe enough to. He looked up, tongue still lathing one breast, the feel of her in his mouth intoxicating.

"Is it supposed to be this way?" She sounded a little nervous and he hesitated.

"What way darlin'?"

"I just-I didn't know it could be special."

Well fuck him she was trying to steal his heart and cock and enslave him. No other excuse for being so damn adorable during sex. He raised his head and kissed her hard, having no words to answer, so letting his tongue do the talking. She opened up and let him in, and he groaned as she sucked his tongue and then duelled with him, all hands on his back and nails raking his skin.

"Harder darlin'." He ordered it low and she complied, digging her nails into the dip of his back above his ass.

"Like that?" She kissed him harder and his erection snapped at her thighs. Oh yeah, once with Parker was not going to enough.

"Yeah darlin' just like that." Half hiss half groan, his words made her smile.

Her dress was removed completely in a tangle of arms and murmured endearments as he kissed her arm's and the inside of her elbows and any damn skin within reach of his mouth. She stood in her black tiny bikini briefs and suede boots and he thought he may go blind from the effort of trying not to thunder at her. She bent down and picked up a card, and placed it on her dress, and he saw it was her name place card and his heart couldn't take it. Hands undoing his fly, he hustled out of his trousers and bit back an oath as she claimed his chest with hot kisses, licking at his flat dark nipples with fierce concentration, and swirling one with her tongue. Man, he closed his eyes and hissed. He was so into this his skin was on fire on cock throbbing and head swimming as he fought to leash the oncoming climax. Climax. Common sense prevailed and his stomach dropped and back rolled angrily in protest. Fuck. Double damned fuck.

"Darlin' I didn't think to, we can't actually-"

Parker reached into her boot and pulled out a foiled condom.

"How'd'you..." She raised an eyebrow at him, like, hello, thief? And he grinned. He could love her. He really could.

Ignoring that heart smashing emotional admission he swooped her tight to his cock holding her backside, her skin warm and smooth in his hands. He wanted to do a million things in a million ways with her, but his control was fried and she was glowing and naked and he was only fucking human after all. Kissing her fiercely, plunging his tongue inside her soft wet mouth he hooked a thumb beneath her briefs gusset and felt her quake, as his thumb tickled curls. Oh man he was going to lose it. She clung to him, making breathy noises into his kiss and slid one leg up his, smooth against rough, allowing his thumb deeper. Electricity thrummed up his spine and sent heated pleasure signals to every cell in his body. Focus Eliot. He spun her around and held her lightly, her back to his chest and nestled her ass against his cock, sweating in the warm dusky air. Kissing her neck, open mouthed and slow, he put one arm over her, her breasts pressing against his skin,and stroked her stomach toward her navel with wide spread fingers and a flat palm. His skin was coarse against her softness. She moaned, her hands clutching at his bare thighs behind her to either side. Unable to wait he slipped his hand beneath her underwear. She arched into him, bruises forgotten and twisted her head to kiss him fervently as he stroked her wet heat. Fuck she was ready. Silky soft folds and delicate curls trembled under his rough hand and he hesitated a fraction before slipping a finger inside her, cupping her from the front as she squirmed onto his palm. He pushed slowly, and growled as she cried then clamped a hand over her mouth. The sound almost broke his failing control. She was swollen and hot about him, and his head span a second too long.

"You okay?" He asked and nibbled her ear, and she rolled her hips in answer. He smiled and plunged his finger deep, feeling her wet and tight about him. His thumb stroked up, and found the swollen nub so desperately tender that when he stroked she shot up, gasping into the clearing.

"Eliot, I want you now. Right now." Well he wasn't going to argue with that he decided, having her ass bounce against his cock was the sweetest torture he had ever endured. He raised his hand and turned her back to face him, and she slipped off her pants and just stood in her boots and was perfect. Totally perfect.

"You're gonna have to lose the boots honey." He had disposed of his own shoes and socks already and now took care of his boxers. Parker bent down, hair falling like sunshine and her ass reared up and her back was bruised but perfectly formed and he swallowed.

She looked up as she stood and her eyes landed on his cock. Jesus she was practically fisting him with her eyes and he had a moment stripped bare of objective thought, just a man being owned utterly by his lovers blue eyes. Lover. Parker was his lover. His spine roared and he swallowed, waiting for her to pass the condom wrapper, incapable of speech as his throat thickened unexpectedly. She got up close, but fell to her knees instead and licked the head of his cock right up, killing him. Completely killing him.

"Jesus Christ Parker!" He bodily reacted and winced at how close the simple caress had him to the edge. "What are you-"

"I really like this sex thing Eliot. A lot." She stood again, a sliver of lily silver kissed hotness, hair wild and stunning, and he ignored the warnings flashing through his heart at the sight of her lush mouth and diamond eyes.

"Darlin' we ain't done yet." He grabbed the wrapper and in one economical movement sheathed himself, feeling tight and hard and way too edgy. "C'mere."

She did, and he hauled her into his arms, letting her wrap her arms about his neck and her legs about his waist as he waded them into the water, which was cold but not freezing.

"Eliot!" She squealed as it hit her backside. "It's cold!"

"I'm gonna warm you up sweetheart don't worry about it." He kissed her hard and hot and licked and nipped and she folded into his chest, nipples grazing his in a way that had his head spinning. This was happening again. A lot. Using one hand he found her curls and hutched her up, legs sliding at his hips, but she needed no guidance and in one fluid motion, settled onto the head of his cock and he slid home.

Both gasped loudly, and he met her eyes, darkened almost black in the half light. She was biting her lip and looked like and angel. A wet horny angel as he waded deeper, gritting his teeth as the water covered his hips and he fought to stay in charge, having her fitting him so snug sparking endless waves of pleasure up his spine and vibrating through his hips. He found her nipples and licked each hungrily, wanting to ease her in, even as she shook, eyes wide and he could hear thunder in his ears where his pulse should be.

Fuck. She was tight and warm and wet. He let her lay back a little in the water, her hair trailing, then fanning on the surface as she let her torso submerge. The buoyancy of the water let her float and move without straining tender muscles. The sight of her stretched out, breast facing the sky, water gliding over her stomach, he would remember it every night after, he knew it. She stared at him, pink lips parted, an order in those eyes he had no intention of disobeying. Gripping her hips, he began to move, feet planted on the bed of the glade pool, and she rolled her hips to meet his rhythm. She made little cries at the apex of each thrust and it thrilled him. He started slow, conscious of how tight she was, as she lay back and undulated at his groin in the water. Oh man he was struggling to contain the urgency of his need, his hips jerking at her, his skin buzzing and blood roaring. She lifted her head and looked at him, dazed and lust drunk and he bit his lip even as his hand reached out to cup one slippery breast thumbing her nipple. Fuck. He couldn't hold it. Grabbing both of her hips in place at his, he let loose and went at her like a jack hammer, utterly lost to the staccato beat of their hearts and her wet glove gripping him tight with each thrust.

Parker slid wet firm hands up his arms and he lifted her up by her ass, switching to grip her hips as she crushed her slippery breasts at his chest and he bit back an oath at the electric contact. She clutched his neck, wrapping her arms so tight about him he could hardly breathe but didn't give a damn, her mouth on his and his cock pounding inside her as her inner muscles squeezed and trembled by turn. Jesus she was passionate and direct and hot as hell and he closed his eyes and inhaled her scent and the woodlands and never had breathing been so erotic as when it was her little gasps and needy sighs against his mouth. His climax was imminent and he dipped one hand to her cleft and circled her clitoris, a satisfied smile on his face as his name exploded into the silence of their haven. Pleasure was splintering through him, sharp and bright, blurring his vision.

"Eliot!" She was needy and greedy and he felt her climax rush over him as she shook and stuttered at his waist, her legs limp then tightening hard. He pumped hot and hard and saw stars as his orgasm ripped up his spine and into his brain and into outer fucking space. She had let his mouth go as her head lolled into his shoulder, her wet hair plastered to his shoulder and torso. His heart rate was beyond his control and his breathing ragged as he panted and his orgasm rolled again through his hips. She twitched at his groin, her slick entrance pulsating at him. Bleeding him dry.

"I think we should do that again." Parker was winded but delighted and sated at his throat and he wanted to laugh but didn't want to dislodge himself.

"Really?" He teased, utterly hot and satisfied and owned, and caught her mouth in a languid kiss."I wasn't that into it."

"Shut up." She smacked his back playfully and wriggled on his still throbbing cock to demonstrate what she thought to that. He grinned, wildly, utterly content with life at that moment.

"Yes ma'am." He kissed her collar bone, her throat, her jaw as he waded them to the shore, and she sighed prettily, her arms locked about his head with no intention of letting go.

On the shore, he slid her off and they both grabbed their clothes, aware that they were soaked and Eliot shrugged, definitely not caring. Not like he was returning to the wedding party now anyhow, not when he could take her home and do that again. He snapped the condom and with a grimace, wrapped it in a napkin from his pocket, not wanting to be pulled from the satiated state with practicalities but unable to toss it like trash.

Buttoning his shirt, as she hauled on her dress sans underwear, they glanced at each other, and shit, he was getting jaw ache from smiling so damn much and felt like an idiot, but damn he couldn't stop the smiles happening. She didn't bother with her buttons and he gave her his jacket, draping it over her shoulders after kissing them first and she grinned, pulling on her briefs beneath the skirt and then her boots.

Eliot figured words needed to be said. But he wasn't sure what and how, so kept quiet, letting the buzz fade to a glow. She tied her wet hair into a top knot and pierced through with a skewer from her boot and he figured it was safest not to ask why she came prepared for such an eventuality, pretty sure the skewer was a weapon not a hair prop, and wondered what the hell else she had tucked in those boots. It piqued his curiosity, her secrecy and ability to shock him. In a good way. A very good way.

"So have we controlled the situation now?" Parker grinned at him, playful and bright and utterly spellbinding. He was aware he should avoid such thoughts but they came automatically with her, and damned if he could argue any of them. She was all those things and more. Damn thief.

"I think we may have to go again to make sure darlin', how 'bout you?"

"Uhm, that's okay, I wasn't really into it." His heart buzzed too loud at her teasing and laughter, and he kissed her again because why the hell not?

He knew something was wrong in the next instant as his internal alarms started ringing. Watched. Suddenly, the sensation of being watched was intense and undeniable and he let her go and put her behind his back, warrior ready, body on high alert, muscles straining.

She remained quiet, sensing his shift in focus and tucked behind him without argument.

Eliot scanned the clearing, the trees, the embankment that dropped into it. Nothing. Minutes ticked by and his skin stretched to snapping point, his tension unparalleled.

A red dot appeared on his chest and his eyes dropped to it and his worst fears were confirmed. Every sense screamed at him. Fool. Fucking idiot leading them here into a trap, a glade with one exit and one entrance. Fucking rookie move. But he hadn't been thinking with his hunter brain, he had been intent on Parker and now she was in danger because of it. He wanted to throw up. He had screwed up royally and it shamed him.

In the trees, he spotted the rifle, glinting briefly and his abs tautened. If the plan was to kill them they'd be dead already. Who was it and how many and what did they want? Questions battered his brain and he wanted to kick his own ass for his recklessness.

"Hello Eliot." Scarlet stepped down from the slope into the embankment and he stilled in stunned shock. Scarlet? How the fuck did she know his name? What the hell was going on here?

"The names Eric as you are well aware. What the hell are you doing Scarlet?" He tried to contain his rage but it scorched across his words. He wasn't above hitting a woman if she threw down first. This bitch had Parker trapped and he wasn't in a forgiving or merciful mood as a result.

"Oh come on Eliot. Let's not do that shall we? Damien is looking forward to your reunion. I think a more accommodating attitude may be in order don't you?" He seethed as fear and rage threatened to burst from his lungs in a roar. Fuck. Damien? How the hell?

"I'm not interested in visiting him in jail but thanks for the invite all the same lady."

"Oh I think you will be when you turn around Eliot." He didn't want to, and forced himself to remain blank faced as he did. Parker was relying on him. He couldn't snap. He turned and she was staring at him wide eyed, a red dot glowing right between her eyes, angled from further up the embankment than his own personal sniper.

"It's gonna be okay." He made the promise low, and she barely flinched, and Eliot wondered how a perfect moment could be so fucking violated, then bit back the snarl the thought engendered.

His fault. His past. His fuck up.

"Excellent. Let's go shall we?" Scarlet span on a heel and snapped her fingers over her shoulder at them. "It's a very humid evening, I wouldn't want a slip on a trigger to see your girlfriends brains all over your shirt Eliot. Keep up."

He was going to kill her. No mercy at all.