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Eliot remained in his hiding place as Parker worked her way along the faint trail he'd left for her. It was an obvious trail, to his experience eye, but she was just learning how to read a person's passage from a few snapped twigs and slightly scuffed dirt. The main point of his training today though was getting her to remain aware of her surroundings even as she focused on tracking. Parker could narrow her focus to one single problem, shutting out the world and its distractions, but he needed to break her of that as it was an easy way to get killed while tracking.
The faintest brush of clothing against skin brought his eyes to the trail in time to watch her slowly scan for more clues. She was definitely getting faster at it as he'd predicted it would take another five minutes before Parker got to this point. Eliot waited until she passed before he silently stepped out onto the trail behind her. "You didn't pay attention," he scolded as she spun around and made a face at him in dismay. “I was in plain sight and you walked right past me, Parker!” Eliot captured the wrists that she held out and began to tie them together with a length of rope he’d packed in his pocket.
“You’re doing that wrong,” Parker complained and wriggled her hands around in annoyance, “I can get out of that in two seconds.” She scoffed lightly as the rope twisted and fell off her wrists, proving her point.
Eliot gave her a flat look and retied the rope over her objections. “I don’t care if you don’t think it’s ‘realistic’!” He tied it back around her wrists a third time and stilled her irate struggles by gripping her hands. “I caught you fair and square, Parker, so leave it alone,” he emphasized and waited until she met his eyes and nodded before he let go. She huffed and muttered about authenticity as he brought them both out of the forest he’d been using for her tracking lesson and back to his truck.
Once back at the truck, Parker nimbly opened the passenger door herself and hopped up into the cab, making sure not to lose the rope that Eliot insisted remain tied. She was still rather offended that he wouldn’t even tie her up properly so that she could practice her escapes. Both enjoyed the silence during their short journey back to Eliot’s country house, the staging ground for their impromptu lesson; she’d insisted on tracking for today’s lesson, and he’d insisted on using his own property for safety. Parker let herself out of the truck, always too impatient to wait for Eliot to walk around and open the door for her, and gave a wide grin at his long-suffering look as he came to escort his ‘prisoner’ into the house.
He let them in, disabling the alarm system as they passed, and snagged Parker’s wrists to pull a very willing thief along to the bedroom. Parker always raced to an orgasm with as much enthusiasm as she put into cracking a safe, and it usually meant that their love-making was rather shortened as he just enjoyed the experience and went right along with her. When it was his turn to dictate the evening, however, he truly got to indulge and take hours before allowing himself to orgasm.
“Strip and get on the bed,” Eliot ordered as he pulled down the bedding before he slowly followed suit, distracted by Parker’s shimmying out of her tight clothes. The rope had been discarded and disdainfully kicked under the dresser just as soon as she’d stepped into the bedroom. “I am going to make love to you until you can only twitch,” he promised as he tucked himself along her left side and leaned in for a long kiss.
He freed his long hair so that it would tickle her skin and make her squirm as he kissed down to her breasts. Eliot kissed her near breast before he sucked its sensitive nipple into his mouth. Parker began squirming in earnest when he nipped the tip before moving over to the other, hand drifting to tease further down. She was already hot and very moist when his fingers ghosted over her curls and her legs quickly fell open to allow his ministrations. By the time Eliot raised himself for another kiss, he was just in time to swallow her moans as she climaxed around his fingers.
Parker quickly grabbed his head and buried her fingers in his hair to pull him into a far deeper kiss as she came down. Eliot pulled back a bit so that he could gently stroke the side of her flushed face and rested his forehead against hers. Hazel eyes met his and they crinkled at the corners from the force of her smile, warming his heart with her affection. Parker tipped her head for one more kiss before Eliot pulled away to slide down her body, tips of his hair drawing tickling lines along her skin.
Eliot teasingly dipped just the tip of his tongue into her folds as he looked up the length of her body to watch her shiver. Her incredible flexibility allowed Parker to widen her legs in a near split, and he used the greater access to kiss from one knee up, across her dark blonde curls, and down to the other knee before he returned to playing with her body. Eliot’s left arm braced his weight while his right parted her folds and he dipped in for a lingering taste; musky, sweet, and very much Parker. He focused on her little nub as he set up a rhythm with his fingers stroking her inner walls to stimulate the nerves there. Parker quickly began trembling as her orgasm neared and he backed off a bit to draw out the pleasure. He continued in that fashion, bringing her near to completion and then drawing back, until her whines and moans started to pick up a frustrated edge before he allowed her to fall over that edge. Eliot made sure to lean forward a bit so that her legs, locking to him in orgasm, held his shoulders and didn’t box his ears.
When she’d recovered enough coherence, Parker hauled him up her body for a deep tongue-tangling kiss. She had to back off a bit to catch her breath and gently picked up his right hand, bringing it to her mouth to press a kiss to his palm in thanks. Eliot simply chuckled and gave her one of his slight smiles, which on anyone else would be a cheek-splitting grin. She pressed his hand to her chest over her heart and was content to cuddle while he allowed her body to calm. Her muscles felt like heavy putty after Eliot’s efforts and she could only close her eyes in satisfaction as he moved just that little bit to slide into her.
He teased them both by making shallow little thrusts, barely inside her heat, and then drew a sigh from Parker as he forcefully pushed all the way in. Eliot paused, reining in his body’s instincts which had been screaming at him the entire time, and reaffirmed his solid control. He loved using his training and body to bring pleasure rather than pain, even if Parker didn’t always allow him to indulge for hours on end. His hair fell forward to form a curtain around their faces as Eliot propped himself up on his elbows to properly watch Parker. She tipped her head up in invitation and he nibbled her bottom lip as he began to move in long, slow strokes. They were both sensitive enough, her from the previous orgasms and he from aroused anticipation, that the sensations set their nerves on fire. Parker reached up to push away a handful of damp hair that had stuck to the side of his face and he gently nipped at her wrist, drawing a breathy giggle from her.
Parker positioned herself and then tipped her hips up in open invitation, and Eliot took it. He gradually built from the slow strokes to shorter, and then began to truly thrust, nearly pounding. Sharp nails raked across the middle of his back in approval as she encouraged him further. The slight edge of pain brought him close to release and he reached down to roughly tweak her nipple and give her just enough to trigger her own orgasm. This time Parker did scream in pleasure as her body was too spent to lock down, though her inner contractions pulled Eliot into his own muscle-clenching release. He dropped his head down to tiredly kiss her neck as he rode out the pleasure before gently letting his weight settle on top of her. Parker loved to feel his heavier weight pressing down on her, a reminder that he was still there, and she hugged him to her with as much strength as she could muster.
They remained that way until their bodies started to cool and the drying sweat became uncomfortable. “Shower?” Eliot mumbled into her ear and Parker nodded. They didn’t often need words to communicate, but sometimes it was just easier to ask. He heaved himself off the bed and upright, taking a second to find his balance, and then helped her to her very unsteady legs. They both tottered into his shower and Parker took the opportunity to rest back against the wall- sex with Eliot was better than any exercise workout! They gently helped each other wash, taking care to be gentle and not try to stimulate already over-sensitive bodies, and perfunctorily dried off before staggering back into the bedroom to drop onto the bed. Neither cared that their hair was a bit damp around the edges from the shower’s spray; they’d shower properly tomorrow when they had more energy.
Parker tried to sit up enough to grab the covers, but ended up listing to the side into Eliot as her torso’s muscles refused to work. He settled her back onto the bed and retrieved the bedding to cover them both. She waited until he’d settled on his back before Parker curled up partially on top of him. Her head ended up tucked under his chin, her arm thrown over his chest so that she could feel his heartbeat, and her right leg was across his hips to better hold him to her. Eliot kept the grin off his face and allowed her to position herself however she wished; if he tried to hold her off, she’d only end up like this in her sleep, and he’d learned that it was better to just give in gracefully, especially when he got to hold a warm and sleepy Parker. He reached up to the wall plate and flicked off the room’s lights, plunging them into darkness as night had fallen while they made love, and they both allowed exhaustion to ease them into a peacefully deep sleep.