Getting Caught

Eliot reclined in the office chair and stared at the six screens in front of him. Everyone was out. Nate went fishing, Parker and Hardison went parasailing, Sophie was in Rome shoe shopping and Riley, well, he didn't know where she was but she was out doing something.

He cracked open a beer and propped his feet up on the table and picked up the bowl of popcorn. He was just settling in when the front door slammed shut and there was the sound of angry footsteps and keys being dropped into the bowl.

"What are you doing here?" Riley asked dropping into the seat next to him. She grabbed a handful of popcorn and looked at one of the screens. "Oooh hockey. Fun."

"You like Hockey?" Eliot asked.

"Jersey Devils all the way," she answered with a grin.

"The Ottawa Senators are where it's at," he replied.

She rolled her eyes. "You have to give me your shirt if the Devil's score," she replied.

"Deal," he said.

Eliot brought up the two screens playing the game. He swore under his breath and Riley grinned and turned her gaze towards Eliot.

"Someone owes me a shirt," she teased holding out her hand.

He growled under his breath as he stood up and removed his flannel dropping it her awaiting hand. Riley ran her gaze over his torso and looked back at the screen.

"You have to give me your pants if they miss this point," Eliot said drinking his beer.

He smirked as Riley muttered profanities under her breath as she tossed her jeans at his face. He chuckled and set the jeans on the table.

"I do believe this game is getting interesting," he smiled.

"You are a horrible gambler," Eliot laughed.

"Why is it so cold in here," Riley muttered wrapping her arms around herself.

Eliot kept his hands firmly on her waist.

"What are you grinning at Pretty Boy?" she asked trying not to blush.

"I'm not grinning," he replied.

"Yes you are. You have this smug look on your face," she pointed out.

"This is the look I always have on my face," he said innocently.

"Can I please put my clothes back on? I'm freezing," she whined.

"Not just yet," he answered. "Just wrap your legs around my waist."

"Why?" she asked cautiously.

"Just do it," he instructed.

She complied and wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders as he stood up.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He smirked. "I've wanted to do this for a long time now," he answered setting her on Hardison's desk.

"You do realize my brother works here right?" she asked.

He nodded. "I know."

He moved to kiss her neck.

"We could get caught you know," she sighed as he squeezed her sides.

"Everyone's gone," he whispered.

"Oh…well in that case," she replied pulling him closer. She worked to undo his belt and dropped it onto the floor.

Eliot firmly, but gently, pushed her down onto the desk and kissed her again. Slow deep kisses running his finger tips up and down her sides causing her to shiver. Riley made quick work of Eliot's pants pulling them off as he climbed onto the desk.

"You think this'll support enough weight?" she asked.

"It'll be fine. I built it," he answered.

Riley leaned up and kissed his again running his fingers through his hair.

"Am I interrupting?"

Eliot and Riley froze.

"Sophie...we thought you were in Rome," Eliot said as he moved.

Riley covered her face, blushing beet red. Sophie raised an eyebrow.

"Well well well, what seems to be going on here?" she asked

"N...nothing?" Riley asked blushing more.

"Of course. Just be sure to clean up after yourselves," Sophie called as she went upstairs.

Eliot ran hand through his hair before looking back at Riley. She peeked at him through her fingers.

"Ahem...we that was well...unexpected," she sighed. "Guess we better get dressed."

"We weren't finished," Eliot smirked.

"But Sophie-"

"Said not to make a mess," he finished kissing her again.

"But-"

"No but's darlin'" he whispered silencing her with a kiss.

A Week Later

Riley tapped aimlessly at her laptop and stared out the window. It was raining out. Literally pouring. She was stuck at her place with nothing to do. Nate and Sophie had gotten snowed in on their trip to Switzerland over the weekend since their target had to 'close' for remodel for a few days leaving them to their own toys and agenda's.

Sparky whined and pawed at the door.

"I'm sorry buddy but it's raining too hard to go for a walk," she told him as she got up.

She set her laptop on the coffee table and went to the kitchen coming back with Sparky's food bowl and a bottle of Ginger Ale. Sparky trotted over and laid down at her feet as she set the bowl down.

"How about a movie?" she asked picking up the remote.

Sparky's head shot up as the doorbell buzzed and he ran to the door barking excitedly.

Riley walked over to the door and pressed the intercom.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"It's us," Parker answered.

"And it's freezing," Hardison added as he knocked on the door.

Riley punched in the key code opened the door so Parker, Hardison and Eliot could come in.

"What are you doing here?" she asked going back to the couch.

Eliot pulled the door closed and shrugged out of his coat and looked down at Sparky who was sitting at his feet. He rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket and pulled out a dog biscuit and fed it to the dog who happily licked his fingers.

"Hey, you got any food?" Hardison called from the kitchen.

"I was gonna make stew later," she called back.

"But I'm hungry," Hardison whined as he walked out of the kitchen. He opened the bottle of soda he had in his hands and sat down next to Parker.

"Fine fine," she said getting up. "Not like I was gonna do anything important."

"You need any help?" Eliot asked.

"Sure," she answered absent mildly.

He followed her to the kitchen and slid the door shut behind them.

"What kind of stew?" he asked.

"Italian red wine beef stew," she answered.

He raised an eyebrow. "That's a pretty hard recipe to make."

She shrugged. "It's not that hard to make."

She opened the fridge door and pulled out a pound and a half of stewed beef and a bottle of red wine. She set them on the counter and started pulling down spices and knives.

"You wanna make some garlic bread?" she asked as she pulled her hair up into a bun.

"Sure," he answered.

"Good. Now I can finally get rid of this French bread," she said handing him the loaf and garlic cloves.

For a while it was the sound of chopping and mixing and the occasional question of asking for ingredients. Eliot glanced at Riley and watched as she stirred the stew and reached for other ingredients. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter.

"What?" she asked finally catching his gaze.

"Nothing...just never noticed how graceful you are," he answered.

"Dance lessons for five years," she shrugged.

"Oh really?" he asked.

She nodded. "I wanted to be a dancer," she answered.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Keep asking questions like that and I'll start to think this is more than casual," she answered with a smile.

He rolled his eyes and opened the oven door putting the garlic bread in.

"You know, Parker and Hardison are watching a movie, we do have some time to kill," Eliot murmured wrapping an arm around her waist.

"We're in a kitchen Eliot," she replied.

"What can I say? You make me wanna do things in unlikely places," he shrugged.

He backed her against the fridge and kissed her while she pulled his shirt.

"Hey Riley, do you have anymore popcorn?" Parker asked as she stepped into the kitchen.

Eliot and Riley pulled apart as quickly as they could.

"Um yeah...top cabinet," Riley answered straightening her shirt.

"Thanks. Have fun making out. I won't tell Hardison," she said grabbing the bag of cheesy popcorn. She closed the kitchen door leaving the two in awkward silence.

"I should check the stew," Riley blushed.

"I'll check the bread. Don't want the garlic to burn," Eliot replied.

"You were so right Sophie," Parker said. "They were making out when I got to the kitchen."

Sophie shifted her phone to her other ear and looked over at Nate who was snoring softly. "Well they obviously seems to like each other," she said softly.

"You think so?" Parker asked lying on her back.

"Yes I do," Sophie answered twisting the phone cord around her finger.

"I don't think Hardison would like that so much," Parker pointed out. "I mean, Riley is his little sister."

"We'll talk more on this when we get back," Sophie told her. "Goodnight Parker."

Parker hung up the phone and got up. She looked over at Hardison who was asleep with his face on his key board. She rolled her eyes and shook his shoulder.

"Wake up sleepy head," she whispered.

"Wah?" he asked yawning.

"You fell asleep on your laptop again," she told him.

Hardison staggered to his feet and followed Parker up to one of the spare rooms Riley let them use and Parker couldn't help but smile at the noises coming from Riley's own room. Hardison fell onto the bed and pulled Parker down with him.

"Mmm goodnight babe," he yawned.

"Nighty night," she replied kissing his cheek.