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They returned to the party by silent mutual consent, hand in hand. Parker retrieved Eliot's clothes and if anyone noticed they were dishevelled and a little damp no one commented. They were having too good a time and probably figured they had snuck away to do exactly what they had done. Parker found that she didn't mind them thinking that at all.
Scarlet was gone. Yet her presence was a ghost at their shoulder, and Parker wished she had aimed lower with the skewer and took her heart out.
Eliot was quiet, and she felt his palm against hers but knew his mind was elsewhere. Somewhere dark. The idea that she could be used to coerce him into becoming what he had left behind with good reason twisted in her stomach. No wonder he kept people at arms length. He should resent her, but his kiss had been sweet and sad, and it confused her. She wanted to call Hardison, but knew instinctively that Eliot would not have it. That would simply open new doors for Scarlet to trace and new people she could use against him. Sure once back in Boston Eliot would use his resources to eliminate whatever information Scarlet had acquired, but till he could, he seemed to have accepted the choice he had made by taking that damn cell.
Parker would not let him deal with it alone. She knew it without pause or question. She did not want his past to poison what had happened in the glade. His regrets over it were palpable. His guilt, bitter on her tongue where he had kissed her so mournfully.
"Dance with me." She wasn't asking when she paused as they crossed the dance floor, and he glanced at her, eyes brooding. She wanted the fire back when he looked at her. Sex with Eliot had been a hell of a lot more than just that and she was not giving it up, now she knew what it could be. She wasn't stupid either. It wasn't because Eliot totally knew what he was doing that made it so perfect. It was the fact it was Eliot full stop. She was pretty sure this was a revelation she may want to explore further at some point, but right now, she wanted to pretend Scarlet didn't exist and hadn't trashed their bubble.
"Parker darlin' I'm not in a dancing frame of mind right now."
"I wasn't askin' you," she whispered and pulled him close, his resistance infuriating at first, before it melted away and he gave in. "I was tellin' you."
He capitulated, letting his arms sit loose at her waist as she held his neck. She refused to let him avoid her gaze, and warmed to see a light in them that had vanished after his confrontation in the glade. He smiled crookedly, and sighed.
"I don't need gentlin' honey. I'm a big boy, I can take it. I don't need your pity."
She raised her brows at that and smiled impishly.
"I wasn't planning on being gentle so that works for me. And I know exactly how big you are thanks, no need to brag. And it's not pity I'm offering."
He actually blushed before laughing, the sound startling, as if he hadn't expected to be able to do it and she grinned when he narrowed his eyes on her.
"Parker are you propositioning me?" He sounded wary and a little amazed.
"Well duh." That damn cell could ring at any time and she had no intention of wasting a moment they had before that happened. And if he thought he was safe in Boston he could forget it.
"After everything that...You understand what I'm gonna have to do Parker? I think it'd be better for you if-"
"We get a move on? Yeah totally." He blinked, and frowned. She was really looking for a more positive response. Was it because he resented her now that he had changed his mind about them having sex again? "Don't you want me now?"
"Jesus Parker." He stared at her, taken aback apparently, though she wasn't sure why. "Are you crazy? Of-course I do. I just-" Eliot was not good at dealing with this she realised, feeling oddly like the one in charge of the situation. He was too caught up in his head and she wanted him caught up in bed instead. She crushed closer to him, and he tipped his head to hers, and she felt his heat and it encouraged her.
"Just shut up and kiss me already. Begging is not good for my self esteem."
He examined her closely, grey blue eyes as clear as diamonds, and she pouted. He seemed to be thinking way too hard when she wanted him to be acting on her words not analysing them.
"This can't continue in Boston. You know that right? Apart from everything else, the team and H, I think it's been emphatically proven why I don't do relationships."
"Well we aren't back in Boston yet and I wasn't asking you to marry me. I just want to sleep with you again. Wasn't I clear? Should I have done the finger thing? I'm really never sure-" she did the air quotes thing and he groaned and laughed and for a moment Scarlet didn't exist at all.
"No, you were pretty clear darlin'. I'm just being an obtuse s.o.b. You didn't need the quotes thing, you said it fine."
"And yet you still aren't kissing me. Huh." She cocked her head, and stared at him with a mock frown and for a minute she really thought he was going to refuse but then he closed his eyes quick and swooped, claiming her mouth with a force that made her wobble in her heeled boots. Much better.
Oh man when he kissed her he didn't hold back, and the dance floor vanished as he held her tight and caused her body to spark up with need all over again. At least this kiss was laced with passion not apology. She caught his face in her hands and showed her appreciation at the switch.
The song playing by the band made her smile, When You Kiss Me Like That seemed utterly appropriate and when he lifted his head and she saw the want in his eyes her stomach tipped and rolled. She was still aching, and hungry for him. Once had not been enough. His kiss was addictive and she needed to feel the rush of him inside her again. And probably again after that.
"Promise me you won't run Parker." He growled it at her mouth, and she clung to him tighter.
"I'm not thinking of running right now." She honestly wasn't sure if she could promise that. She would hate leaving the team but if the bitch turned Eliot into something he hated...she couldn't live with the repercussions of that. Could she?
"Parker if you run it won't just be them hunting you down. It'll be me. You understand? I will not let you go and give your life up because of this."
Damn he was hot when he was commanding. She felt heat unfold in her loins and curled closer against his body. She wanted him so badly her hands shook at his jaw. She let her forehead rest on his and smiled, as he had them sway in time to the song.
"Well maybe you should be giving me a reason to stick around then." He raised an eyebrow at that, a slow smile curving his mouth and a secret glow in his eyes. The clouds were slowly blowing away from his brow and she wanted them to stay gone.
"And how would I do that Parker?" Finally, she heard the gruff tease she yearned to hear again and it lit the fire within deliciously.
"Seriously, you have no idea's? Hmm. That's really disappointing-" he cut off her teasing comment with a kiss that exploded through her like hot lava, his tongue fierce and lips hard on hers. His hand raked through her hair to hold her head to his mouth and bubbles of electricity began to pop in her blood in anticipation of more. Breathing hard he raised his head, a quick glance at the rest of the room before settling on her face, eyes like quicksilver under the lights.
"Let's get out of here and I'll try my best to be persuasive." His words were throaty and Parker was certain the word persuasive had never been infused with such heat or promise in the history of time. She was melting already.
She nodded, and he pulled her hand through the throng, and they made their goodbyes to the happy couple and Louise who winked at Parker with a zeal she found made her blush. Cory tossed Eliot his keys, and Eliot promised to bring the car back in the morning since their lift had disappeared. Cory was a little worse for wear anyhow and Eliot made Louise promise to monitor them all back to the rentals. Cory and Maria had their own private villa near the rest and it was only a short distance away. She tutted and shooed Eliot's concern away, and hearing him being called Eric again made Parker smile. She snatched his rewritten name card from the table as they passed by, not sure why but wanting it anyway.
She made him pose for a picture with her, and had Louise take it with her cell. He grimaced but smiled on cue and she kissed his cheek as the cell clicked. He coughed and looked away, and Louise handed her the cell with a brief arm about her shoulder. It was warm and comforting, and Parker had the weird feeling that everything would be okay.
The drive back to Eliot's was fast and he left one hand on her thigh as he steered, their eyes meeting again and again as the forest sped by, until Parker was squirming in her seat with nerves and anticipation.
"Is your house safe?" Parker didn't want to ask but she wasn't stupid. Eliot looked at her, and she felt scalded.
"They don't give a shit what I do now, as long as I do what they want when required. Besides we'll soon know. Shocking, but I do have security Parker." He made a face at her, but it was a trust me face, and she did.
"I wish I'd aimed better." She didn't elaborate, but Eliot grinned and squeezed her leg, and she smiled at him. Normally she got the you're a whack job look when she stabbed people. Turns out you just had to stab the right ones and it made perfect sense.
In the house, he grabbed a soda from the fridge for her and vanished to go check his systems. She was intrigued and having time to peruse now, saw the alarm system and cameras discreetly located at key points in each room. He was always so in control, even of his violent leanings. Had to be she supposed. Having no control over what he may be asked to do would be the worst kind of torture. Parker felt responsible. She wanted to fix it, but couldn't. When he walked back into the room, handsome and quiet and strong, she realised she felt protective of him. He had taken off his shirt and bandaged up the reopened wound on his arm. Her breath dragged in her lungs. Deeply protective.
"Eliot everything'll be okay you know." She looked at him and hoped he believed her. Walking up to him, standing in the lounge she reached up and kissed him, and it felt easy and natural and she couldn't understand why this hadn't occurred to her before now.
"Parker darlin', I'm fairly certain that's my line. Kinda in the job description." His voice was low and rough and she smiled, as he cupped her cheek with his palm. She rubbed into it. Such clever hands he had. Deadly and gentle by turn. Just like him.
"So who says it to you?" He cocked his head quizzically. She tried again, suddenly very bothered about the answer. "You make sure we're all okay. You makes sure you are?"
"Parker I'm supposed to be persuading you right now remember? Shut up darlin'." He ended on a raw whisper and caught her up in a bone dissolving kiss, picking her up easily even as his mouth devoured hers, and she looped her arms about his shoulders, as he carried her upstairs.
Clothes abandoned in a tangle of arms and hands as they helped each-other from them, mouths fastened tight, parting only when completely necessary, Parker was burning up as he stroked her skin and bit her lip tenderly, suckling her lower lip even as he slid his hands over her ass and pulled her to his hard on that strained at her thigh. The skin of his cock felt velvet soft against her hip as he moved and Parker felt her womb contract. With one hand at her nape, he kissed her deeply whilst sliding toward her mound, and pleasure erupted in delicate waves from her lower back, spinning out in ever widening circles, and she matched him kiss for kiss, breathing him in and tangling her hands in his hair, which was loose after she snagged off his band.
When he slid a finger inside she gasped and rolled at him, so sensitive to his touch she could cry, which seemed extreme but then so were the feelings rushing up from her centre to turn her to a quivering mess.
"Eliot, please," Parker cried out as he inserted a second finger and she damn near lost mind. This. This was what she had never quite understood, because only experiencing it would do. She was throbbing and her ears buzzed as he left her mouth to kiss her throat and neck, wild and intimate and so Eliot, even when he growled at her as her hands slipped to his waist and she reached for his erection. He was hot and hard in her palm and he swore as she stroked him, his head burying into her neck as he clutched her nape tighter, not painfully, overwhelmingly, his hair mingling with hers as he pumped his fingers into her and she thumbed the head of his shaft, gripping him firmer and faster until he gasped.
"Honey stop, stop."
"What's wrong? Am I doing it wrong?" Panic filled her, she wasn't all that practised after all, she didn't want to mess up, and he shook his head laughing into her hair.
"Parker stop with the crazy. You did it too right. You're perfect. Fuckin' perfect." He kissed her hard and she met his tongue with hers, loving his taste and feel and the sound of his chest hair scraping at her breasts and his panting in her mouth between kisses. He created a maelstrom of sensations that swept her beyond herself and somewhere else, even as she was utterly aware of her body and every caress. The dual feelings, physical and non physical had her keening for closer contact, and she raked her nails along his inner forearms, tracing patterns and then trailing her short nails along his forearms, the hair under her fingers masculine and real and intimate in a way that shocked her.
"Eliot." She gasped it as he stroked her clit with his thumb, and she felt a climax building, intensely close and miles away all at once. Oh god she was dying from pleasure and he was intent on killing her dead. They hadn't even gotten in bed yet.
"Yeah?" He spoke into her throat as he licked and bit and kissed her skin making her squirm at his hand. Jesus.
"I won't run." He paused, and held her face with his free hand to meet her eyes. His lips were wet and eyes glassy. So much sensation filled her it seemed to invade her heart and stretch it wide.
"Pinky swear?" He grinned, so wide and bright she just nodded, since her throat was full of her expanding heart and she couldn't find her voice till it calmed down.
He kissed her breasts as she felt herself swell and tighten about his fingers and his thumb sent electricity straight from its pad into her sex, and she clutched his shoulders and tugged his head up by his hair which he really liked if the kiss she received when she captured his mouth were a reliable gauge. She moaned into his mouth as she came, jerking hard and filled with a rush both potent and ethereal. Her head was cotton wool and limbs lead and heart pounding. He kissed her through it, and twisted her around to face the bed, letting her lips go in favour of pressing kisses to her shoulders, and gentle kisses to her bruised back. Parker tipped her head forward and her hair fell to the duvet cover as he had her grip the mattress and spread her legs for him. Oh God just doing it had her shaking, her legs a little shot from her orgasm.
"I got you darlin' s'okay." He slid his hands around her to hold her breasts and she arched into his caressing palms, her nipples highly sensitive and the tendrils of fire shot to her core, where the orgasm radiated still. Man she was a hot mess. And it was amazing.
She heard a wrapper tear and felt Eliot release one breast to attend to his erection which smacked her backside, making her push back and raise her ass, more than ready for him.
He held one breast and teased the nipple as he held his cock at her wet aching core, and she slipped her fingers to her curls to ease him in. He swore as he entered and she felt her muscles tighten about him, and almost climaxed again, it was so raw and electrified. Oh man he moved just a little deeper, his own breathing coming in controlled bursts and she couldn't wait, just reared back and took him in as deep as she could push.
"Parker fuck, I can't, I gotta have a minute."
Parker was full of Eliot and when he stepped her closer and encouraged her to put her knees on the bed she did so, even as he remained standing,big and hard and locked inside her. Being on her knees gave her much better strength and she ground at his groin in circles as he gripped her hips tight. Her hands clutched the duvet.
"That wasn't a minute Parker." He teased warmly even now, and she pulled forward, almost completely from his cock, before plunging back on him again. Oh God it was good. He hit so deep and she was still tingling from her first climax as she felt another on the horizon. Sweat flowered on her skin and her breasts felt heavy and full as they swung with each thrust.
"I don't care. We'll do it your way next time." She looked over her shoulder up at him, standing behind her, hands on her hips, hair wild and eyes half closed. Gorgeous. He was gorgeous and buried inside her and she could live like this. Totally. Thrown in a few heists and repelling on the weekend and she was set.
"No way lady, we do it my way now." He bent down and bit the soft shallow curve of her neck and she whimpered, loving it as tremors rippled in her skin.
"Are you always this bossy in bed?" She grinned, and he chuckled as he held her hips tighter, rolling his cock inside her in a way that made her head spin.
"Are you?" His question made her laugh in denial and then he was thrusting and all thought stopped as he managed to hit her deeper and sweeter than ever before. Oh God she thought she may faint as sweat trickled down her spine and between her breasts and her ears popped. It was a free fall through pleasure and she bucked at him, just as wild as he, and he called her name as he slipped a hand from her hip to her soaked curls and she came with a shudder after a few strokes of his thumb. He shattered moments later, at the apex of one last deep surge and Parker decided right then and there that he was hers. She couldn't think straight or make sense of it, but he was hers and she was keeping him. Just like this.
A few hours later, she lay with her head on his chest as he stroked her tender back with soft tickling patterns, and she pressed her hand on his heart, its steady pumping mesmerising beneath her palm.
"Eliot?" She whispered, and he bent his head to kiss her hair.
"Yeah?"
"I'm scared things will be different in Boston." It was worrying her a lot.
"What d'you mean? We'll be fine, back to how we always are. It won't change Parker. I won't let it."
"That's what I'm scared about." He was so intent on this new discovery between them being over it hurt her stomach, and she dreaded getting back to Boston. How could she possibly know how good things could be with Eliot physically and not get to do it again? It was unthinkable.
"I don't get it. I thought-"
"I want to be the one you sleep with." She propped her chin on her hand and sought his eyes in the dim light of the bedroom. "If you did this with another woman I may stab her. And you. I don't think-no I know, I wouldn't like it."
"Parker we discussed this. We can't sleep together when we get home, it's too complicated and I told you, I don't do relationships I just-"
"It's not a relationship. It's us, but with sex as a bonus."
"Right. Not a relationship. You just want to sleep with me again." He sounded worn out and Parker wondered at his tone. His voice was resigned and self mocking. She couldn't understand why. His fingers trailed languid shapes across her back and she wondered if it was amazing for her and not for him? He had put on a convincing job of being as into it as she was, told her she was perfect. She couldn't see the problem.
"Do you want to sleep with someone else?" The idea although disturbing was very probable she suddenly realised, knowing Eliot's penchant for casual encounters, he may well have a lover already. Sickening as the notion was.
"No. No! Parker I don't want another woman. That's not it-"
"Good, that's settled. This is our thing. Not for sharing. Night Eliot." She pressed a kiss to his mouth then closed her eyes, ignoring his attempt to continue the conversation. His frustrated sigh shook his entire chest, and she knew he would resist, though she wasn't sure why and it stung her eyes and throat and heart.
She went to sleep, confidant she would change his mind.
It was along drive back to Boston after all.