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Eliot and Parker arrived at the park early, ready to set up their surveillance. Their mark, a Joseph Donaldson, seemed to prefer meeting his criminal contacts at various parks, believing that there was less risk of being observed. He was right, in a way, given that the various law enforcement agencies didn’t work as well in those circumstances, but a team of thieves had far more freedom. Their plan was to bug the bench that he was most likely to use and then get out of there, but that plan fell apart almost immediately.
“Damn it!” Eliot swore under his breath as he caught sight of a familiar face and ducked behind a nearby tree, pulling Parker with him. He could hear the others’ questions in his earbud and explained what he and Parker could easily see. “Donaldson’s showed up early, and he’s not alone-he’s kept Quinn on the payroll and must have brought him along to act as a bodyguard for the meeting. If Quinn sees us, he ain’t gonna keep his mouth shut.”
Parker thought quickly and then looked up with a grin. “I think I know a good hiding place,” she drew his attention to the large tree they were currently using as cover in the mostly-exposed park. He shook his head vehemently as she lithely slipped up into its branches and then held a hand down to him. “Look,” she scolded, “we don’t have a better choice; the leaves will camouflage us if we’re careful, and they’re getting closer. Hurry up already!”
Spurred on by the realization that they’d be seen if they ran, and seen if they stayed on the ground, Eliot grabbed her hand and let her help haul him up into the tree. Early summer meant that the tree was in full foliage and he was grateful that it was also old enough to have a few limbs thick enough to support his weight. Parker seemed to weigh no more than a feather, but he had no illusions about what would happen if he ventured onto the wrong branch. Parker settled down in front of him, reclining against two branches, and they listened to the mark’s arrival under them.
They couldn’t answer any of Hardison’s questions over the earbuds as the park’s morning quiet wouldn’t cover their voices, but they had trusted in the equipment’s sensitivity and near-silently shushed him. Barely five minutes had passed when Parker began slowly inching backwards, crowding Eliot between her body and his perch against the tree trunk. He gave her an exasperated questioning look, to which he only received a devilish grin and comically wiggling eyebrows. For some reason, that didn’t entirely reassure him.
Parker settled for a moment as movement below drew their attention; Donaldson’s meeting appeared to start, and both sets of bodyguards went on alert. Eliot’s attention snapped back to Parker as she began to slowly grind her butt against his crotch. She looked back and quirked an eyebrow at him in question and challenge- was he up for it?
He certainly was, and becoming more up for it by the second as she continued her careful sinuous movements. Eliot reached around to undo the button on Parker’s pants when she grabbed his hand and redirected it across to her left breast while she efficiently dealt with her clothing. They couldn’t strip, but she was flexible and strong… and determined. So he didn’t argue and instead slipped his hand up under her shirt to squeeze each breast just how he knew she liked, and used his left to manage his own belt, zip, and boxer flap. By the time he’d pulled himself free, Parker was nearly panting and reached around to grasp him. Eliot bucked slightly when he firmly pinched the nipple he was playing with and her hand reflexively tightened its hold.
Abandoning her handhold, Parker quickly shifted enough to drag her pants down to her thighs and carefully moved back onto Eliot’s lap. She bit her lip as he guided himself home and they froze as each had to battle their bodies’ demands to move. If they moved wrong and scuffled against the tree’s bark, the noise would alert the people below; they also had to be careful not to shake the limbs they were hanging onto as trees don’t normally shimmy without a wind blowing. Parker carefully shifted, left hand keeping a strangle-hold on a parallel branch to steady her, and felt Eliot begin a very slow glide. She knew that he usually wanted to use his hand below, and so nudged him out of the way so that she could pinch and squeeze her own breasts with her right hand.
Eliot had to quickly think as he secured his footing on the branch. With him squatting on it and Parker partially crouching above him, it was an awkward affair, but also an interesting challenge and the risk only enhanced their thrill. He couldn’t thrust as hard as either of them wanted, so he followed Parker’s silent prompt and put his free hand to good use. With the extra stimulation, she soon climaxed and Eliot stilled, both to help support her and to stave off his own. Her internal muscles clenched around him, a delicious sensation, and he nibbled on the back of her neck as he waited for her to regroup. A few moments later and she was arching back to receive a proper kiss, leaving him in awe again at her seemingly spineless flexibility.
Once her mind cleared of its pleasant haze, Parker purposefully squeezed down on Eliot to let him know that she was more than ready for round two. As he resumed his incredibly slow strokes again, Parker could only hang onto her branch and enjoy. She couldn’t really move without her weight shaking the branch as she was further out along it than Eliot was, and couldn’t turn around to face him as she’d already determined in her mind that the geometry just wouldn’t work. He seemed to be trying for a longer buildup this time, alternating the pressure of his fingers and their speed, and Parker mimicked that variation as she pinched and rolled her own nipples. She felt his breath stir the loose strands of hair at the nape of her neck just before Eliot firmly bit down and catapulted her into her second orgasm. Parker barely had enough presence of mind to freeze in place, though she was sure that the earbuds caught her tiny grunt that escaped, and felt Eliot’s arm come up to clamp around her shaking middle, helping to ground her.
Miraculously, when they both recovered enough to look down again, none of the people below had noticed their camouflaged activities and the meeting was still going. Eliot rested his forehead briefly on Parker’s shoulder as he tried to pull his control back together. That orgasm nearly pulled him over the edge with her and had they been alone in a bed he knew that his bite would have had her screaming. Neither of them cared a lot for pain during sex, but occasionally used it to throw the pleasure into high relief. More than once he’d sat back during team meetings only to feel the stings as he pressed fresh scratches along his spine against the chair’s back rest. Those times it was all he could do to contain his self-satisfied grin, remembering how he’d earned her clawing up his back.
Eliot gathered himself and set back into motion- slow pull out, pause, slow push back in. It was maddening in more ways than one, but he couldn’t complain as the alternative was for them to sit, bored out of their heads, until the meeting broke up. Speaking of, Eliot paused as they both tuned back in to listen. He slowed the movement of his fingers as well and received a slightly frustrated look from Parker in return. Eliot simply gave her the same grin and wiggling eyebrows that she’d given him, and she responded very maturely by sticking her tongue out at him. The meeting finally concluded and Donaldson walked away towards downtown, presumably to wherever he’d parked.
“Parker, Eliot- are they done?” Nate’s voice startled them both as Hardison had apparently cut the incoming audio feed to their earbuds while they couldn’t respond so that they didn’t have to put up with all the chatter.
“Yeah, they’re done and walking out. Once they’re clear we’ll have to work our way down out of the tree and we’ll meet you at the van,” Parker informed the rest of the team and shot Eliot a wide grin as they heard Nate’s agreement. They’d still have to be silent to keep from alerting the team, but now they could finish this!
Eliot watched Parker brace herself better and then began to forcefully thrust, more than ready for his own release now that there was no reason to delay. He sped up his fingers’ rhythm and pressed harder, knowing that it wouldn’t take much as her body was already sensitized by the two previous orgasms. Parker’s muscles clenched around him and he stuttered a few more thrusts before he joined her in release, he pulled her against him in a tight hug as he gently kissed the side of her sweaty neck. They remained until Hardison’s questioning reminded them that they were supposed to be getting down out of the tree, not getting off in it.
“Yeah, Hardison, I know! We’re working on it,” he snapped as their hacker went into yet another tirade about them taking too long. They separated to rearrange their clothes and then, sharing one last long look, worked their way back down to the ground. Parker exuberantly bumped his shoulder with hers as they hurried off to join the others in the van and Eliot grinned back at her as he tried to walk off a cramp in his calf. That hadn’t been too bad of a wait, and certainly had been an experience!
