Out in the Preserve, Tuesday afternoon (and later)

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Eliot could hardly believe he'd managed to talk Hardison into this. Sure, he'd managed it last year, too, for their first anniversary, but that was April. This was February. It wasn't super cold out -- there was no snow on the ground, and it spent enough time above freezing every day that nothing had iced over -- but it wasn't warm, either.

At least Hardison couldn't complain too much about pollen, this time of year.

Parker, of course, was totally down with the plan. She liked it when the boys initiated the romantic ideas, and she was up for anything that might involve s'mores and/or swinging around from trees. Eliot had even recruited her, along with some very well paid rickshaw drivers, to help him set everything up. A simple -- if lavish -- tent in the woods wasn't going to cut it this time. This time they were going to have themselves a whole cozy yurt.

It wasn't a large structure, not for just the three of them. It was just large enough to accommodate a king-sized air mattress, several piles of plush pillows and cushions, and a portable generator, all arranged around a modestly sized indoor fire pit with enough room to keep anything from catching fire. Warm paper lanterns and fairy lights lined the crease where the ceiling met the walls, the floors were covered in soft, warm rugs, and every lounging surface was covered in cozy warm furs and fleeces, as well as more typical fabric blankets.

"Right," Eliot said, as he pulled a box of matches from his pack and got the fire in the pit started. "So once this sucker warms up, there's only one rule: no clothes on in the yurt."

[ooc: for the partners, and up early for slowplay purposes.]

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[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"I like that rule!" Parker was saying, already wriggling her sweater off over her head. "We really have to keep Hardison warm, though. He gets so cold. Maybe he can wear a hat? A knit hat?"

Or he could wear her sweater on his head like a turban, since she just shed it in his direction.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I already have a hat," Hardison said, pointing at the pink, kitty-eared hat that his Nana had knit for him. He was also unfastening the buttons on his shirt. Because naked yurt time was clearly a priority. "But I agree with the keepin' me warm thang. It's cold up in here an' I need snuggles."

[vdistinctive]

"Snuggles will be had," Eliot assured them, with tremendous dignity. "But I'm tellin' you guys, it's gonna be plenty warm in here. You think I'd be enforcin' naked time if it wasn't?"

Please. Cold and naked time didn't mix. Even a heathen like Eliot knew that.

"Just give the fire a minute and wrap yourselves up in some furs in the mean time." He gave one ear of Hardison's hat a playful tug. ". . . You can keep the hat on if it makes you happy, though."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"I like these furs. And the fairy lights." Parker was naked by now, and kind of rolled up like a burrito in one of the furs. Well, mostly. Her legs were kicking free as she rolled over to look at the guys. "Valentine's Day really is good for something besides all the chocolate. But I did bring some chocolate syrup too."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison hurried to finish stripping down to nothing, then slid down onto another pile of furs, kicking his legs up a bit. "A'ight, these are comfortable as hell," he said, knowing how ridiculous he probably looked in his pussy hat and not caring a whit. "I'd like to veto us gettin' chocolate on these furs, though."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot nodded. "No chocolate syrup on the fur," he agreed. He'd only made it to topless so far, what with having to get the fire going, but he paused to pull a cooler out of his pack. "Chocolate covered strawberries only get a little melty before you eat 'em, though. . . ."

What? They were sure to have a long, cozy, very active night. They needed to keep their energy up.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Oooooooooooo." Parker beamed happily, making grabby fingers at Eliot. Then grabby fingers in Hardison's side, looking for ticklish bits. "Are we still thinking of going to Florida over Spring Break? Since Kathy and Raven have moved out?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Not sexu! Not sexy!" Hardison declared, trying to writhe out of Parker's reach. But, you know, not too far. Because no!Parker was far worse than tickling!Parker. "You thinkin' the Keys again? We could take Eliot's boat."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot nodded. "It'll be nice gettin' her out on the water again." He did the occasional tour of the island just to keep her in working order, but it wasn't anywhere near the same thing. He finished setting out the chocolate covered treats (strawberries, cherries, and marshmallows, all done up fresh today in class), then leaned in to drop a kiss on Parker's cheek while he finally got his pants off. "Another fine plan from the mastermind."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker beamed at them both, and took a strawberry, savoring her first bite. "I just wanted to get away after. You know. Los Angeles." She scooted over to give Elliot room to get in with them. "It's not so bad now. But we could still use a nice time away from all the extra drama."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Yo, I wasn't even in Los Angeles an' I'm ready to get away from it," Hardison said, grabbing another strawberry to feed to Parker when she was done with her first. "It's been a hell of a winter already."

[vdistinctive]

"Here's hopin' the hard part's over," Eliot agreed. He kicked his pants into the corner with his pack and settled in next to Hardison, relishing the feel of the fur on his bare legs.

This was his best idea yet.

He leaned his head onto Hardison's shoulder and tugged at the ear of the pussy hat again. "Let's not talk about Los Angeles today though. Or -- any of that other crap."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"No talking any more about depressing stuff, got it." Parker stretched up to nip at the strawberry Hardison was holding out for her. "Just happy stuff. Or happy sounds. Like nom nomnom nomnomnomnom..."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

That wasn't the happy sound Hardison was thinking of, but it worked for now. He snagged another strawberry, this time holding it up for Eliot to eat. "Guess we gotta do what she says," he declared. "Start makin' some happy sounds, yo."

[vdistinctive]

Was a startled, snorting laugh a happy enough sound? Eliot lounged almost bonelessly against Hardison's shoulder and caught the offered strawberry with his teeth. "Mmm," he said dramatically, looking over to catch Parker's eye and deliberately immitating the tone he'd used a million years ago when Sophie recruited him to help her teach Parker how to be persuasive.* "I love strawberries. Strawberries are my favorite fruit."

* way back in season 1, episode 11, "The Juror #6 Job", true believers!

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Did staring blankly at Elliot for a moment, then giggling a lot, count as really happy? "I put a razor blade in one! No, wait. I put a needle in that one!" She beamed at Eliot, then up at Hardison. "He remembered."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

It did. It absolutely did.

"It's easy to remember bein' traumatized by fruit," Hardison teased. "I think you got more fun ways of persuadin' us now, though."

[vdistinctive]

"I remember everythin' we do together," Eliot said. Recent adventures in dissociation notwithstanding. He tapped the side of his head. "Like a steel trap." He picked out a marshmallow and offered it to Parker. "Hardison and I made our rules, darlin'. You got any for us tonight?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"HmmmmmmmMmmmmm." Parker leaned forward to take a bite out of the marshmallow, turning the thought over in her brain, trying to think of something that would make all three of them happy. Naked, check. Good food, check. No talk of recent depressing ickiness, check. "Parker says... one round of Simon Says. To get started." She smiled impishly up at Hardison. "Yes?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I dunno," Hardison drawled. "Who's gon' be Simon?"

[vdistinctive]

Eliot shifted around so that he was properly facing Parker, head propped on one hand, the other draped across Hardison's stomach. "Well. I mean, Parker is our mastermind."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker beamed, and gave it considerable thought. Then grinned. "Simon says, kiss someone upside down." Wasn't it sad, how many times she'd hung upside down, and no one had kissed her like that yet?

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Does layin' on my back count?" Hardison asked, rolling over and arching his back so the top of his head was on the fur. "Or do you plan on hoistin' yourself up to the top of the yurt?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"That totally counts," Parker said agreeably, smiling all over her face. Her feet padded at the furs in contentment. "Hold still for a second."

It took some angling of arms and mouths, and Parker's hair fell in the way for a minute, but finally, she achieved liplock. Which felt weird but nice-weird, and sexy, and ha, this was going to be a fun game.

[vdistinctive]

"Yurts ain't really known for their ceiling beams anyway," Eliot pointed out. And happily watched the little bit of fur-sprawling gymnastics his partners got up to. "So how's this workin', then? You wanna just order us around a bit?"

Eliot had no objections to being ordered around a bit. A fact that was nice and obvious, what with the no clothing rule.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"It ain't fair to make her do all the work," Hardison said, after he finished kissing Parker. Which, to be fair, took several minutes because he wanted to make sure he was thorough. "Simon says you gotta kiss the person with the shortest hair."

What? He was greedy.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Is that to me, or to Eliot, or to both of us?" Parker decided it could include her just fine, and started kissing Hardison's neck, watching Eliot's face. She nuzzled near his ear and whispered loudly, "I wonder what Eliot's gonna tell us to do?"

[vdistinctive]

"Eliot ain't done doin' his current task," Eliot pointed out, and leaned in to get his own kissing in. Slightly sideways, so as to make sure not to dislodge Parker. Still, with his hand skimming over Hardison's abdomen at the same time, he didn't figure he'd have anything to complain about in the meantime. "Simon says," he said, then "Do I really have to say 'Simon says' first?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Well, if you don't say 'Simon says' then we ain't supposed to do whatever it is you're tellin' us to do," Hardison reminded. "An' if we mess up, then we don't get a kiss."

Which was totally how the game was played in elementary school recesses around the world, yes.

[vdistinctive]

"Alright, alright." Eliot smiled lazily and grabbed Hardison's bottom lip in another quick kiss. "If them's the rules. Simon says. . . . give someone a massage."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Ooooo." Parker had enjoyed watching the boys kiss, and now crawled a little closer, and reached over to Eliot. She squeezed one bicep, because that was a hardship. "I like Simon. Simon has very good ideas." She reached over to rub the back of Eliot's neck. "...and if you get on the bed, they can be even better ideas."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"We'll see if Simon can move after I start givin' him this scalp massage," Hardison smirked, losing his fingers in Eliot's hair.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot let out a low groan in the back of his throat and arched into both sets of hands. "I'll get there eventually. . . ."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker snickered, and leaned over to kiss Hardison's shoulder, and then kiss Eliot's. "Whoops. Got confused." Or not. She grinned naughtily, and leaned further into Eliot's space, massaging down his chest now. Not expertly, but enthusiasm counted for something, right? Then back up to kiss Hardison's hands, humming happily.

Oh, listen, happy sounds.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Just like she'd said in the beginning!

Hardison caught Parker's mouth, taking his time to give her a deep, thorough kiss. His hands kept up their smooth motions, nails working over Eliot's head.

"Simon says pass that on," he said when he drew away, voice a deep rumble in his chest.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Simon says, super idea." Parker leaned over to take Eliot's jaw in her hand, and turn him to face her. A deep, long, thorough kiss, like the one Hardison had given her, delivering the message by proxy, and adding a "P.S. I love you too" onto it. She snickered against his mouth. "Simon says... get in between me and Hardison, and start with the appropriate touchiness."

[vdistinctive]

Well. That was certainly one way to get him moving again. Eliot grinned and chuckled lazily. "Yes'm." He took another moment to just enjoy Hardison's hands in his hair, then shifted back up on his elbows to follow orders. "Should we move this to the bed now, then?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Aww, hell yeah," Hardison said, reluctantly letting go of Eliot's hair to scramble to his feet. He held out his hand to Eliot, intending to help him up and then follow it up with a kiss of his own, too. "Simon says not to leave it for a few hours at least."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Wooo, Simon!" Parker cheered, scrambling up and shedding all residual furs while they rearranged themselves. And grabbing another few strawberries, enough to feed the guys and herself. "I'm cold too, Eliot. Promise not to stop massaging you while you warm us up!"

[vdistinctive]

Eliot rolled his eyes good naturedly. "Fire takes time to warm a whole place up. That's what the fur's for." He flopped down onto the bed, sprawled out and inviting and clearly unconcerned with the temperature in the yurt. "And the physical activity." He patted both hands on either side of himself. "Come on, then. Simon said."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Well, if Simon said so..." Hardison said, easing himself down onto the bed next to Eliot. And stealing another kiss as he did. Thief. "Yo, I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be." He paused a second for effect. "'Cept for under Parker. Yo, mama, you gonna join us or what?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Snacks," Parker explained, holding a strawberry to his lips, then crawling over him to be next to Eliot. Upon more consideration, she crawled back so she was sitting up, straddling one leg of each guy. "And one for you," she offered to Eliot, then grinned and popped the last one in her mouth. Lots of skin contact with all that crawling, and hmm, maybe laying down on top of both guys was an idea?