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Fic: When The Cat's Away, The Mice Shall Play
Title: When The Cat's Away, The Mice Shall Play
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot/Parker
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1500
Warnings: Sex
Summary: Eliot tried to focus, but the idea of a bored Parker, left to her own devices in the apartment without supervision, haunted him.
Author's Notes: Timestamp to Love and Other Supervillains, so it is set in that 'verse. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
waterofthemoon for being my beta.
When Parker got back from walking Arrow, Eliot was sitting at the table in the kitchen and frowning down at some paperwork. Hardison was away with work until Tuesday, and the apartment seemed emptier without his constant noise, but at least it meant he could catch up on work.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Parker asked, peeking over his shoulder.
"Grading."
"Grading what?"
"Spelling tests."
Parker draped her arms around his neck. "That's boring. Let's go to the beach." She nuzzled her face into his hair.
He totalled up the checks on the page in front of him and drew a little smiley face at the top, doing his level best to ignore Parker. "It's ten thirty at night," he reminded her. "And it's February."
"That sounds like excuses," she replied.
Eliot rolled his shoulders, trying to shake her off, but she was on him tighter than the lid on a jar of pickles.
"Parker, off," Eliot ordered. His command voice that always worked so well on Arrow seemed to have no effect on Parker. "I need to finish marking these tests."
Sighing, Parker carefully unwound herself from Eliot's neck, dropping into the chair besides him. "I'm bored."
Eliot tried to focus on the test in front of him, but the idea of a bored Parker, left to her own devices in the apartment without supervision, haunted him. Usually, she had Hardison to keep her occupied (and vice versa), and Eliot could work in relative peace. He'd only just noticed how much having them around was like having a small pack of destructive, if adorable, cartoon Tasmanian devils in the house.
He stashed all his papers away in his briefcase before standing and stretching. "Fine, Parker, what do you want to do?"
"Can we go steal something?"
Eliot brandished his red pen at her. "No. No stealing. We've been through this. We're the good guys, remember?"
Parker smiled softly, like she was indulging a small child, and made to take the pen from his hand. When she grabbed on and pulled, the pen didn't move. She slid on the kitchen tiles in her sock feet, pulling herself right over to Eliot and giggling as she went.
"Are you going to kiss me?" she asked sounding breathless in a so-fake-it's-painful way, after she'd ducked under his pen-brandishing arm and pressed herself against him.
Eliot rolled his eyes and kissed her, because he couldn't think of a good reason not to other than man, this is cheesy, which Parker would just say were more excuses.
The way she wriggled against him when they kissed always made Eliot smile. When he smiled, she smiled, too, and then Hardison rolled his eyes and told them they were too mushy and would they just get married and have chubby little curly-haired babies already because they were grossing him out, thank you very much.
Parker surprised him by pushing away and jumping up, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Eliot grumbled something against her neck, but he slid his arm around her so she wouldn't fall.
"What?" she asked innocently, twisting her fingers in his hair.
"I said, 'you expect me to carry you to the bedroom?'"
Parker giggled and reached down around her thigh, feeling around for the fly of his jeans. "Wasn't really thinking that, either."
Eliot sighed again, but he didn't bat her hand away. "Kitchen sex is more Hardison's thing than mine, kitten."
"And he's not here, is he?" Parker played with his hair some more, tugging gently and twirling it in her fingers. She had the most annoying fascination for twisting it into knots that were always impossible to get out. Eliot took her hand in his and put it with her other hand on the front of his jeans.
"Okay, message received," Parker said, ducking her head to kiss him again. Eliot growled against her mouth when her fingers finally snagged his zipper, mostly because he knew she liked it when he growled.
"Hurry up," he said, using his command voice again. It was nice to have that command followed, even if it was only because it was something Parker was planning on doing anyways.
Eliot was already half-hard when Parker slipped her hand in between layers of clothing and skin, and she grinned into his mouth when she realized. He shuffled them over to the table and pushed Parker onto it, freeing up his hands to pull at her clothes.
She laughed when Eliot reached for her shirt. "Leave it," she said, tugging him by the shoulder and gracefully toeing off his jeans with one foot. "No time."
Their mouths met roughly, wringing out a breathy groan from one of them and a snicker from the other, while lips and teeth got tangled together in what was very probably something that would have had Hardison picking out wedding colours and talking about second trimesters while rolling his eyes and trying not to pout while he felt left out.
Parker wrapped her hand around Eliot's cock, and his eyes fluttered closed on their own accord. She gave the slightest pressure that indicated her impatience, and Eliot sucked in a breath. He wasn't about to ask why she was in such a hurry, even if he was curious, because she started to wriggle out of her own pants. He decided that was something that required his attention.
Eliot grabbed her pants by the belt loops, and when she shifted her weight to her hands, he shucked them off in one motion and dropped them behind him, not caring where they landed. Parker gave him an unreadable look. Eliot gave her a matching one.
For a moment, it seemed like they were engaged in a very weird, pants-free staring competition. Then Parker finally blinked, and they could continue with what they were doing, which was still pants-free but was a lot more fun than a staring match.
He held one of her knees in his hand and pushed gently, holding back a comment about how easily her legs spread for him.. Parker moved her underwear to one side, tilting her head and looking away. It was obviously a ploy, but she was still so damn irresistible.
"You play coy so well," he assured her, ghosting his fingers past the lacy edge of her panties and making her gasp a little. Parker wiggled against him and reached for his dick again. Eliot caught both her hands and pressed his lips to the inside of one of her wrists before settling her hands on his hips.
"No time, remember?" he said, teasing her with another kiss. He brought her towards him on the table and pushed into her. Parker shivered against him, head dropping against his shoulder and breath hitching audibly. Eliot laughed softly and kissed her hair.
Parker sighed, and her eyes drifted close as they found their rhythm, which was a little too fast and not quite fast enough at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat, and her hands fluttered at his biceps, but she couldn't seem to quite make them settle.
"Yeah, okay," Eliot murmured, like he hadn't noticed he was talking out loud. Parker laughed and then realized she couldn't stop laughing. Either fortunately or unfortunately, this wasn't exactly new territory for them. Eliot wasn't sure if this was normal in other people's relationships, but it was about standard with Parker and Hardison. He nipped at her shoulder, trying to steal back her focus.
Parker moaned after another moment's worth of giggles. She was about to say something when she gasped. "Oh yes, oh, there."
The angle was a bit weird to maintain with Eliot standing half on his toes, but it only took another few seconds before Parker came with her face buried in his neck. She was muttering something to herself, and Eliot thought he caught the words 'love you'.
His hand tightened on her hip and he sped up his thrusting a little. Once Parker had come down off her orgasm cloud, she helped him along, scratching her nails along his bare skin and whispering dirty things into his ear. Eliot came, too, and after a moment of that warm, hazy post-orgasm feeling, he realized he was basically just standing over the kitchen table with his cock out.
Parker had squirmed away from him and was straightening out her clothes and hair. He glared, but there wasn't any real heat to it because she was still flushed and breathing hard. It was easier to forgive a girl if he knew she was still riding the last waves of the orgasm he gave her and was probably still damp.
"Eliot?" she said a few moments later, once they were both cool and collected again.
"Yeah?" He was a little distracted, looking for his red pen that had gotten lost in the shuffle.
"I didn't want to go to the beach. Me and Hardison were texting earlier and he bet me twenty bucks I couldn't get you to do me in the kitchen. So, thanks." She leaned over him and kissed the top of his head.
"Nice scheme," he said.
Parker grabbed his hand and drew a big heart on it with the missing red pen. "The Scarlet Jackal strikes again!"
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot/Parker
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 1500
Warnings: Sex
Summary: Eliot tried to focus, but the idea of a bored Parker, left to her own devices in the apartment without supervision, haunted him.
Author's Notes: Timestamp to Love and Other Supervillains, so it is set in that 'verse. Thanks to
waterofthemoon for being my beta.When Parker got back from walking Arrow, Eliot was sitting at the table in the kitchen and frowning down at some paperwork. Hardison was away with work until Tuesday, and the apartment seemed emptier without his constant noise, but at least it meant he could catch up on work.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Parker asked, peeking over his shoulder.
"Grading."
"Grading what?"
"Spelling tests."
Parker draped her arms around his neck. "That's boring. Let's go to the beach." She nuzzled her face into his hair.
He totalled up the checks on the page in front of him and drew a little smiley face at the top, doing his level best to ignore Parker. "It's ten thirty at night," he reminded her. "And it's February."
"That sounds like excuses," she replied.
Eliot rolled his shoulders, trying to shake her off, but she was on him tighter than the lid on a jar of pickles.
"Parker, off," Eliot ordered. His command voice that always worked so well on Arrow seemed to have no effect on Parker. "I need to finish marking these tests."
Sighing, Parker carefully unwound herself from Eliot's neck, dropping into the chair besides him. "I'm bored."
Eliot tried to focus on the test in front of him, but the idea of a bored Parker, left to her own devices in the apartment without supervision, haunted him. Usually, she had Hardison to keep her occupied (and vice versa), and Eliot could work in relative peace. He'd only just noticed how much having them around was like having a small pack of destructive, if adorable, cartoon Tasmanian devils in the house.
He stashed all his papers away in his briefcase before standing and stretching. "Fine, Parker, what do you want to do?"
"Can we go steal something?"
Eliot brandished his red pen at her. "No. No stealing. We've been through this. We're the good guys, remember?"
Parker smiled softly, like she was indulging a small child, and made to take the pen from his hand. When she grabbed on and pulled, the pen didn't move. She slid on the kitchen tiles in her sock feet, pulling herself right over to Eliot and giggling as she went.
"Are you going to kiss me?" she asked sounding breathless in a so-fake-it's-painful way, after she'd ducked under his pen-brandishing arm and pressed herself against him.
Eliot rolled his eyes and kissed her, because he couldn't think of a good reason not to other than man, this is cheesy, which Parker would just say were more excuses.
The way she wriggled against him when they kissed always made Eliot smile. When he smiled, she smiled, too, and then Hardison rolled his eyes and told them they were too mushy and would they just get married and have chubby little curly-haired babies already because they were grossing him out, thank you very much.
Parker surprised him by pushing away and jumping up, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Eliot grumbled something against her neck, but he slid his arm around her so she wouldn't fall.
"What?" she asked innocently, twisting her fingers in his hair.
"I said, 'you expect me to carry you to the bedroom?'"
Parker giggled and reached down around her thigh, feeling around for the fly of his jeans. "Wasn't really thinking that, either."
Eliot sighed again, but he didn't bat her hand away. "Kitchen sex is more Hardison's thing than mine, kitten."
"And he's not here, is he?" Parker played with his hair some more, tugging gently and twirling it in her fingers. She had the most annoying fascination for twisting it into knots that were always impossible to get out. Eliot took her hand in his and put it with her other hand on the front of his jeans.
"Okay, message received," Parker said, ducking her head to kiss him again. Eliot growled against her mouth when her fingers finally snagged his zipper, mostly because he knew she liked it when he growled.
"Hurry up," he said, using his command voice again. It was nice to have that command followed, even if it was only because it was something Parker was planning on doing anyways.
Eliot was already half-hard when Parker slipped her hand in between layers of clothing and skin, and she grinned into his mouth when she realized. He shuffled them over to the table and pushed Parker onto it, freeing up his hands to pull at her clothes.
She laughed when Eliot reached for her shirt. "Leave it," she said, tugging him by the shoulder and gracefully toeing off his jeans with one foot. "No time."
Their mouths met roughly, wringing out a breathy groan from one of them and a snicker from the other, while lips and teeth got tangled together in what was very probably something that would have had Hardison picking out wedding colours and talking about second trimesters while rolling his eyes and trying not to pout while he felt left out.
Parker wrapped her hand around Eliot's cock, and his eyes fluttered closed on their own accord. She gave the slightest pressure that indicated her impatience, and Eliot sucked in a breath. He wasn't about to ask why she was in such a hurry, even if he was curious, because she started to wriggle out of her own pants. He decided that was something that required his attention.
Eliot grabbed her pants by the belt loops, and when she shifted her weight to her hands, he shucked them off in one motion and dropped them behind him, not caring where they landed. Parker gave him an unreadable look. Eliot gave her a matching one.
For a moment, it seemed like they were engaged in a very weird, pants-free staring competition. Then Parker finally blinked, and they could continue with what they were doing, which was still pants-free but was a lot more fun than a staring match.
He held one of her knees in his hand and pushed gently, holding back a comment about how easily her legs spread for him.. Parker moved her underwear to one side, tilting her head and looking away. It was obviously a ploy, but she was still so damn irresistible.
"You play coy so well," he assured her, ghosting his fingers past the lacy edge of her panties and making her gasp a little. Parker wiggled against him and reached for his dick again. Eliot caught both her hands and pressed his lips to the inside of one of her wrists before settling her hands on his hips.
"No time, remember?" he said, teasing her with another kiss. He brought her towards him on the table and pushed into her. Parker shivered against him, head dropping against his shoulder and breath hitching audibly. Eliot laughed softly and kissed her hair.
Parker sighed, and her eyes drifted close as they found their rhythm, which was a little too fast and not quite fast enough at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat, and her hands fluttered at his biceps, but she couldn't seem to quite make them settle.
"Yeah, okay," Eliot murmured, like he hadn't noticed he was talking out loud. Parker laughed and then realized she couldn't stop laughing. Either fortunately or unfortunately, this wasn't exactly new territory for them. Eliot wasn't sure if this was normal in other people's relationships, but it was about standard with Parker and Hardison. He nipped at her shoulder, trying to steal back her focus.
Parker moaned after another moment's worth of giggles. She was about to say something when she gasped. "Oh yes, oh, there."
The angle was a bit weird to maintain with Eliot standing half on his toes, but it only took another few seconds before Parker came with her face buried in his neck. She was muttering something to herself, and Eliot thought he caught the words 'love you'.
His hand tightened on her hip and he sped up his thrusting a little. Once Parker had come down off her orgasm cloud, she helped him along, scratching her nails along his bare skin and whispering dirty things into his ear. Eliot came, too, and after a moment of that warm, hazy post-orgasm feeling, he realized he was basically just standing over the kitchen table with his cock out.
Parker had squirmed away from him and was straightening out her clothes and hair. He glared, but there wasn't any real heat to it because she was still flushed and breathing hard. It was easier to forgive a girl if he knew she was still riding the last waves of the orgasm he gave her and was probably still damp.
"Eliot?" she said a few moments later, once they were both cool and collected again.
"Yeah?" He was a little distracted, looking for his red pen that had gotten lost in the shuffle.
"I didn't want to go to the beach. Me and Hardison were texting earlier and he bet me twenty bucks I couldn't get you to do me in the kitchen. So, thanks." She leaned over him and kissed the top of his head.
"Nice scheme," he said.
Parker grabbed his hand and drew a big heart on it with the missing red pen. "The Scarlet Jackal strikes again!"