See Disclaimer in Part One.
The first time they actually go to sleep together is much, much later.
She puts on face cream and lotion before doing yoga stretches. He'd been in bed, his tablet put away, waiting on her. And tired, he was so tired. Usually, guys would be super stoked to be bringing their woman back to their crib but he could barely see straight and she was taking forever.
In the time it takes him to get up and pee, she's got his whole bed torn apart, a nest in the middle for the two of them to sleep. Headboards were apparently overrated.
He crawls in beside her, exhausted and puts his head down to sleep.
"Aren't we supposed to like, talk about our day?" She inquires, propping her head up on her elbow. They spent ten hours inside a wind tunnel to get the car plans back for their client. The two of them ate at a cafe for lunch and then headed back to his place. To sleep. They had a team meeting in seven hours and he wasn't even interested in sex. Tired he was.
She threads her leg between his and whispers all of the expensive watches and jewels she'd seen that day: their cut, karat and quality. Then the home address of some of the better pieces. 'Once a Thief, Always a Thief' and when he thinks about where they all were before they started Robin Hooding, he cringes. He'd be in Nana's basement in front of a computer, alone. Nate would be drunk in a bar. Alone. Eliot would be putting people in the hopsital, alone. Sophie'd be scarin' people away from her stage performances and Parker would be rich swimming in money, but she'd be alone and that was the last thing he wanted for any of them.. to be alone.
Alec nods sleepily, unbuttoning the last two buttons of her ridiculous sleepshirt. It was circa 1960 and made for a very large man. The girl was naked every chance she got, but when they're having a sleepover she's suddenly shy. Resting one arm over her belly and the other under her head, he curled against her and went to sleep.
He awakes to the alarm, assuming Parker would be gone.
Smiling, he uncurls from around her body and hopes he didn't suffocate her in his sleep because girl was bein' real quiet it was kinda creepy.
"Parker!" Hardison pokes her in the ribs and she jerks awake.
"I'll make coffee, you do that security check thing."
Girl walks butt-nekkid into his kitchen to make coffee. Her sleepshirt is nowhere to be found and he's not sure but the ming vase he bought off eBay looked like it had been moved and his secret-secret safe was underneath it. Not sure if he should check the safe or trust Parker, he votes trust Parker and goes about getting ready for the day.
He does his daily routine: he checks all of their accounts for suspicious activity, checks their FBI aliases, checks the news and his email for anything he could pitch to Nate for future cons, checks up on Khaos, asshat of all asshats. Sophie has him check shoe inventories in France for a good chance to have her valet pick up some shoes and he makes sure Nana is okay before dragging himself out of bed.
Somehow Parker's produced one of his t-shirts and her jeans. She looks good, not just good but happy, and he likes to think that he was the culprit. She somehow knows exactly where he keeps his coffee mugs, one for him and one that he'd gotten her on a whim a few years back. It had a pink diamond on the front and was completely airtight.
"This is cute." She smirked, "Ready to go, honey?"
"Yeah. Yeah I am."
It was nice for once, to be a normal guy with his normal girl doing normal things.