vdistinctive | 75 Godiva Street, Monday morning

Eliot didn't sleep nearly as much as Parker and Hardison did, so he was pretty used to being up before they were, getting coffee ready and sorting through his fridge for what to make for breakfast. He'd've been perfectly happy to stay in bed and just stare at his partners and make sure they were still there, but whatever the aliens had been using to sustain them all over the week hadn't really been much more than minimal, and Eliot was pretty sure he wasn't the only one who'd be waking up today starving.

He may have stuck comms on everyone so he could still hear them the whole time, though.

It was weird being in his kitchen without Val sitting at his feet in her eternally frustrated hope for scraps (eternally frustrated from him, anyway, he was pretty sure she still did it because Hardison and Parker were sneaking her things), but Kathy had texted the night before to let him know that her little sister had been taking care of the puppy, and that Kathy was going to keep her in the dorms for one more night. Considering how much time he and the others had spent yesterday in constant physical contact, Eliot could guess why Kathy wanted to keep a nice, warm, happy puppy around for the night, so he didn't insist. He was used to getting shot at and nearly killed, after all, and what had happened in that sim --

Eliot's hand spasmed around his knife and he dropped in to the cutting board and stepped back, leaning his weight into his hands on the counter and just breathing through it as the image of Kathy silhouetted in the doorway ran through his head. He kept his head down a moment longer once the scene finished playing out in his memory, then straightened up, stretched his fingers, and got back to chopping.

He'd have to watch out for that for a little while.

[ooc: for those in the house and the one stopping by -- and anyone else who might decide to drop in and visit. Note: linked thread contains violence and simulated death.]

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geniuswithasmartphone

Hearing voices in the kitchen, Hardison made sure to put boxers on before padding out of the bedroom. It might be Eliot talking to himself, or Val, or a random vampire who'd crashed in his attic for all he knew. "Hey," he said, coming out to press a kiss to the back of Eliot's neck. "Whatcha makin'?"

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vdistinctive

Mmmm. Eliot could absolutely get used to that kind of morning greeting. He leaned back a little against Hardison's chest. "Hashbrowns, bacon, french toast, maybe some sausages. . . ." Everything, Hardison. He was making everything. "And maybe some fruit to balance it all out."

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geniuswithasmartphone

"Yeah, well, what are you and Parker s'posed to eat?" he teased, wrapping his arms around Eliot's waist. He debated tucking Eliot's head under his chin, but decided he didn't want to turn this into an argument quite yet. "I was gonna throw a hissy when I woke up an' saw you'd abandoned the bed, but smellin' all this means you're forgiven."

Also, he'd noticed the comms and smiled, understanding perfectly.

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vdistinctive

Trying to tuck Eliot's head under his chin would get Hardison grumpily and very gently headbutted. No one wanted that first thing.

"Well, you know. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't make sure everyone kept their strength up?" He held up his hand before Hardison could respond. "Don't get excited. I'm just tryin' it out."

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geniuswithasmartphone

Definitely not first thing. But later? Oh hell yeah would be be annoying Eliot with this later. It was how they bonded.

"I didn't say nothin'," Hardison said, though his grin rivaled the sunshine outdoors. "Not a damn thing."

Boooooooooooooooyfriend. Because Eliot looooooooooooved them.

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vdistinctive

Funny how it took Eliot thinking Hardison and Parker might actually be dead to finally bring it out of him.

"Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts." He picked up one of the bacon strips that had finished cooking -- and cooling enough to not burn his fingers or Hardison's mouth -- and held it up over his shoulder for Hardison. "You ain't exactly known for keepin' your fool mouth shut."

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geniuswithasmartphone

Hardison leaned forward and snagged it, pulling Eliot's fingers into his mouth in the process. He licked them clean before pulling his mouth away, kissed them gently, and began chewing the bacon. The slice of perfect, exactly the way he liked his bacon.

'I love you' could be said in a hundred different ways without words at all.

"You should be better about keepin' my mouth busy then," he said, voice practically in his chest and rich with promise. "You notice I ain't said much last night."

From:

vdistinctive

"It's good to know your Nana taught you not to talk with your mouth full," Eliot said with a smirk.

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geniuswithasmartphone

Hardison chuckled. "Here I am, tryna be sexy, an' you go an' bring up my Nana." That was it, Eliot. He was going to rest his chin on your head now. "I assure you, everythin' else I do with my mouth, I learned on my own."

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vdistinctive

Eliot twisted his head out from under Hardison's chin with a grumble. He wasn't that short, dammit. "So she ain't the one who taught you to be a smart ass, then?"

Ah love.

. . . Yes.

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