Out in the Preserve, Tuesday afternoon (and later)

[vdistinctive]

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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[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?