What, was &quot;Rudy&quot; on cable last night?

"Is she actually littler than you?" Hardison asked. "Like, how much shorter? Man, she must be tiny."

Yes, he liked lording his extra five inches of height over Eliot. God knew it was the only physical contest between the two of them that he's ever win.

"Is her hair pretty, too? Do y'all share regimen secrets? Does she have access to a trunk full of embarassin' baby pictures and stories?"

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"I barely talked to her in twenty years, when was I supposed to be sharin' hair care secrets?" Eliot shook his head. "She's tiny. Five-three. But solid, you know? Used to help out around the shop when we were kids, lugging five gallon paint buckets around like they were nothin'. She could kick your ass with her hands tied behind her back." Not that this was necessarily hard. "She keeps her hair short, these days, one of those, whatchallit -- pixie cuts."

He wasn't going to answer that last question. They'd find out if she'd kept all of their mother's old albums when they got around to going to visit her.

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"Does she still work at your dad's hardware store?" That had to be a sore spot, kinda, if she did. For one of them, anyway. "And you're Eliot. You could have sent them to her by messenger pigeon."

He could have.

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"Course she could kick my ass," Hardison said at the same time. "You think I'm stupid enough to raise a hand to a Spencer? Awww hell no. I like my jaw with all my teeth attached."

Because even if Trudy didn't whup his ass, Eliot would. Nope!

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"No one sends messages by pigeon anymore, Parker. And, uh. Nah. The store -- went under." And yeah. It was a very large sore spot.

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Parker grimaced at him, and leaned her head on his shoulder. One more reason not to meet his dad, probably.

She grinned at Hardison. "He came back here tonight." Yaaay. "So we should invite him to stay the night."

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"This is why you're the Mastermind, baby girl. You're brilliant." Hardison solved the invitation problem by shifting about a little and resting his absurdly long legs in Eliot's lap. There. Now he couldn't go anywhere. See? Problem solved.

But, y'know, for politeness's sake...

"Yo, Eliot. You wanna stay over tonight? Pretty sure me'n Parker could find some way to keep you entertained for the rest of the evenin'."

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Eliot looked down at Hardison's legs over his lap, then back up, eyebrow raised. "You gonna hold me down if I decide to leave?"

He'd mentioned that he was into powerplay, right? He was pretty sure he'd let them know. . . .

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Parker scissored her legs so they were around Hardison, and settled more of her weight on Eliot. It would be very complicated to disentangle them at this point.

"Do you want us to? 'Cause we have some silk ties that are just lying around."

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"I think you might be a little surprised at how effective we might be at keeping you just where we want you," Hardison challenged, raising his eyebrow a little. "I mean, ain't no one gonna gonna stop you from tryin'. I just don't think you're gonna get very far."

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Eliot took a look at the new arrangement and grinned. He could definitely get out of it. Probably not without Parker clinging to his back like a baby sloth, though. "That sounds a bit like a challenge, to me."

Then he leaned up to give Parker another kiss. Since she was the one on top of him, and all, and he didn't want Hardison to pull something trying to lean that far over his own legs.

Distraction was always fair play.

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Mmmmmmmmmmm Eliot kisses! Very distracting. Very occupying. Yaaay!

Also, Hardison kisses. She was in favor of this too. In a minute. Hopefully he ws watching, though.

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Oh indeeeeeed he was. Watching and grinning and maybe shifting a little as his pants grew tighter. Damn his partners were incredibly sexy. When he was kissing one or the other of them, he usually had his eyes closed and his attention focused on experiencing the kiss. Now, removed slightly (but still a part of the action anyway) he could notice little details he'd normally miss. The cut of Eliot's lower lip. The slight flush to Parker's cheeks. The way Eliot's hand reached, stuttered to a stop, and then gently cupped her face, as if he was still surprised that he was allowed. And then how his hands grew firmer, more ardent when he remembered that he wasn't just allowed, but welcomed. The way Parker sometimes went perfectly still, as if she was cataloging each sensation in her mind, putting them away in mental lockboxes to turn over like diamonds at a later date.

Yeah, Hardison was distracted. Very much so.

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Just how Eliot wanted him!

Though his plan had backfired a little. Eliot himself was now also very distracted. He tried to shift forward again, only to find himself pinned down by Hardison's legs. The hand not against Parker's cheek flapped a bit in the air before finding its way to Hardison's thigh and slowly rubbing upwards.

Okay, new plan. Which likely would end up with him more tangled than anything else, but hey. He was flexible.

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Parker, meanwhile, was focused. Very focused. Hmm. Maybe Hardison could help her take off her shirt here?

Which would be when she got one arm out of one sleeve, the other arm out of the other sleeve, and made a flaily motion at Hardison that probably indicated he was supposed to lift that over her head here the next time she paused for breath, please and thank you.

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Hardison was already inching slightly closer to give Eliot's hand more room to explore, so Parker's request came at an opportune time. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on her sides and slowly slid them up her torso, peeling her shirt off and tossing it away.

Yeah, it had probably been slower than Parker had wanted, but like Hardison was going to pass up a chance to caress her.

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Eliot leaned back, breath catching in his throat as he took the opportunity to do a little watching of his own. Parker and Hardison had such a remarkable ease about them, whatever they were doing, so long as it was together. He had to remind himself that they wanted him here, that he wasn't intruding on what they'd built together.

It was awesome, in every sense of the word, and intimidating as all hell, and Eliot had no idea how he was so lucky to find himself here, welcome to become a part of it.

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Parker leaned in and gave Hardison a nice long kiss for being so helpful, unable to stop smiling. Because she was here with her two guys, and they were together too, and Eliot had come here and they hadn't had to invade his space, and...

Ohhh, yes. Kissing. Hardison. Which was different from kissing Eliot but still awesome after a year, and there were lots of tiny differences but she trusted both of them, and that was was why everything was--

good. She didn't have a better word for it than that.

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Right. The word she was looking for was right. It wasn't perfect. Their lives weren't perfect and neither were they; all three of them broken in their own ways and none of them would trust perfection if it came knocking on their doors. But this, this bone-deep rightness? That they could trust in, the way Parker trusted her rigs and Hardison his programming and Eliot his fists.

He kissed Parker deeply, opening his mouth to her, exploring her mouth like it was the first time all over again, and finally leaned back, grinning, and yanked his shirt off. "Can't really reach him, not sittin' like this," he told Parker. "So you're gonna have to deliver that for me, a'ight, mama?"

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Eliot's snort was actually rather more of a chuckle. "What is this, kiss-telephone?" He let his hand wander higher up Hardison's leg. "You know, you could just come over here and give it to me yourself."

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Hardison was pretty sure there was a reason he wasn't supposed to move, but whatever it was couldn't hold up against the lure of getting to kiss Eliot himself. There was some minor rearranging as he pulled his legs back and shifted over to get close enough to deliver that kiss personally, but it was all for a worthy goal. "Scuse me, baby girl," he said as he set Parker aside, at least for the moment.

"Ain't gotta ask me twice," he said, eyes dark and voice coming from somewhere deep in his chest. And then he folded himself up to straddle Eliot and give him that kiss he was owed, hand immediately sliding behind the back of Eliot's head to play with his hair.

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"Less talking, more kissing," Parker directed, and then placed a kiss on Hardison's neck to seal the deal.

The couch was probably going to be stress-tested again tonight.

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Eliot was pretty sure there was another reason he was getting Hardison to move, too, but then the man started playing with his hair and why the hell would he want to get up, anyway? This spot right here was damn near perfect.

He couldn't keep back the little moan that made its way up his throat, but then, really, he didn't try very hard.

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Hardison had every faith the couch would survive. And if it didn't, they'd buy a new one that was rated for a ridiculous amount of...everything.

"Yes'm," Hardison choked out, hips bucking at the feel of Parker's lips on his neck. Also, dammit, Eliot, be more shirtless! He couldn't really help with that with his hand knotted in Eliot's hair and his mouth surging back to claim Eliot's own in a dark and hungry, rather demanding kiss.

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