Title: Uninhibited Journeys
Author: Sapphire Smoke [cuzimastripper]
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Parker/Sophie (implied Eliot/Hardison)
Length Thus Far: 9,945 words
Spoilers: None
Summary: The team takes a vacation to congratulate themselves on the start of a successful business, and Parker makes it her mission to have Sophie loosen up a little while there.
Feedback: Give it to me, baby ;]
Story Notes: I really wasn't expecting to start this right away, but I got a burst of inspiration and an entire day off. This will be crossposted in any other Leverage fanfiction community, but the entire thing will be written in my journal, and the links to each chapter will take you to the specific cut tag in the journal so you won't get lost trying to continue. It's supposed to a be a light and funny story, but I'm sure with me I'll end up throwing some damn angst in it, like always. Enjoy!
Part Two: HERE.
Part Three: HERE.

Chapter Notes: I'm on a freaking roll today, so expect at least another chapter or two by the end of the day. Also, bonus points to whoever can guess where I stole the English Channel line xD

Chapter One
The English and Their Channel


We all sat around the briefing room as Nate rattled off about the closing of yet another case. I listened to him intently, but I think I was the only one. Parker was absentmindedly picking at her fingernails, and Hardison and Eliot looked like they were possibly playing ‘rock, paper, scissors’ underneath the table. The two of them had recently gotten on a competitive kick, and while it sometimes resulted in amusement, it was starting to get tiresome. They would compete over everything now, even down to the stupid little things like who would get the biggest slice of pizza.

“...So they decided to give us a cut, as a reward. I told them we didn’t want it of course, but they insisted.”

Parker straightened her back in her chair, finally alert as to what was going on. She turned her head to look at Nathan, and asked excited, “I get more money?”

“We all get more money, Parker, but yes.”

“Can I touch it?” She asked, and the tone in her voice almost sounded like the thought was turning her on. I raised my eyebrows, slightly amused. There was something wrong with that girl, but I think it was her quirks that made her interesting.

“Later, I promise,” Nate answered, shaking his head slightly at the girl.

“Ha! Scissors trumps your flimsy paper, I win!” Hardison exclaimed, then realized he said that out loud in the middle of a meeting, and both him and Eliot sheepishness turned towards Nate.

Nathan sighed, “If we’re all done playing games now, can we move on?”

“Sorry, boss,” Eliot said, but was still seen giving Hardison the finger behind the table for winning.

Nathan rolled his eyes and continued. Everyone was listening now, though I could still see Parker’s eyes scanning the room, no doubt looking to see if Nate had the money somewhere close by. “So, I was thinking that if you all are interested, we could all take a vacation together somewhere, just as a way to congratulate ourselves on the start of a successful business.”

It was my turn to sit up straighter in my chair, “Really?”

“Oh! Amsterdam!” Hardison blurted out, which made Eliot elbow him in the ribs lightly.

“I was going to say that.”

“Just one more thing you ain’t quicker than me, brother,” Hardison replied with a smirk.

“You just want to smoke cannabis legally and buy a cheap hooker,” Parker interjected, which made Nathan cough uncomfortably and me laugh.

“Hey man, there ain’t nothing wrong with that.”

“Let’s go to London,” I said, wanting to go back home.

“Boring,” Eliot replied.

“London is not boring!” I replied haughtily.

“No Sophie, he’s kind of right, I’d rather go to Amsterdam than London,” Parker said pointedly.

“Amsterdam!” Hardison exclaimed excitedly.

“Alright, alright, settle down guys,” Nathan interrupted. “Before we vote on a place, does anyone have any other suggestions?”

Parker raised her hand like in an grammar school class, and Nathan nodded his head at her to speak. “Antarctica.”

“What? Are you serious?” Eliot asked in disbelief.

“Parker, there’s barely any life on Antarctica,” I said.

“That’s why I think it’d be cool.”

Nathan sighed and said, “Okay we have Amsterdam, London, and... Antarctica. Any others?”

“The Netherlands,” Eliot said.

“That’s where Amsterdam is!” Parker objected at his way of cheating.

“Among other places,” he rationalized.

“Okay, okay, enough. We’ll put it to a vote,” Nathan said.

“Wait, don’t you want to go anywhere?” I asked him.

“I’m fine with wherever we go,” he replied before turning to the rest of the group. “Okay, everyone in favor of going to London, raise your hands.”

I raised mine. I was the only one. “Oh come on!”

“Face it Sophie, no one wants to go. Who want’s to be stuck in an entire island with a bunch of prudes?” Parker said as she turned to me.

“The British are not prudes!” I exclaimed, offended. “We’re just well mannered!”

“You all walk around like you have some giant stick rammed up your... English Channel ,” Parker explained. “Well, that is until you guys get into to bed, and then—”

“Whoa! Okay guys I think we should...”

But no one was listening to Nate anymore. I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms over my chest, “Since when do you know anything about the British in bed?” My face was turning slightly pink, but it was out of the truth in the other woman’s words.

“I’ve done a Brit or two... or five. You’re all the same.”

I scoffed out in part amazement that it seemed Parker seemed more uninhibited that I originally thought, but also part of embarrassment at all the attention that seemed to be focusing on me and her. “You can’t... you can’t possibly know all British people are like that...” I was running out of things to say, and I wish I just shut up and never said anything in the first place.

“Care to prove me wrong then?” She asked as her eyes met me in a challenging manner, but also in a slightly desirable one, without any care that we were also joined in the room by three other men.

That was it for me, my face was bright red by now, and I started stuttering incoherent protests as I sunk further into my chair, wanting this entire conversation to just disappear.

“Point proven: Prude,” Parker said as she casually leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the table in triumph.

“Okay enough you two. Parker, get your feet off the table,” Nathan said exasperated, no doubt feeling like a preschool teacher. But he saw how embarrassed I was getting, and tried to save me from it, so I gave him a small smile in thanks.

“Oh come on, that was just getting good,” Eliot remarked, but Nate shot him a look and he stopped talking.

Parker took her feet off the table, but still had a smirk on her face, and Nathan sighed before continuing with the original conversation. “Everyone that’s for Amsterdam, raise your hands.”

Eliot and Hardison’s hands shot up in the air immediately, and there was a pause before Parker raised her hand as well.

I scoffed, she didn’t want to go there just as much as I didn’t, it was more a man’s place anyway, so why was she voting for it?

“Alright, girl!” Hardison exclaimed happily.

Parker looked over at me and answered my question I didn’t vocalize, “They’re more uninhibited there.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, she was working on my last nerve. I don’t know how I let her get under my skin like this, but I wish I could make it stop. I just needed to stop caring, but that didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon.

Nathan threw up his hands in defeat and said, “Pack your bags everyone, we’re going to Amsterdam.”

Hardison and Eliot exchanged high fives, while Parker asked impatiently, “Can I touch the money now?”

Nathan laughed a little under his breath and said, “Yeah, you can touch the money now. It’s in the vault.”

Parker rushed off to no doubt go pet all the Benjamin Franklins in the vault, while the boys left in a hurry to start packing. Nathan looked at me as I still sat in my chair and said with an understanding smile, “I know how you feel, once you get used to her she’ll throw something completely out of left field.”

I shook my head as I rose from my seat and replied, “She’s just so... odd, you think?”

“She’s certifiably insane, seriously, I’ve seen the paperwork. But she’s the best thief I’ve ever come across.”

“Yeah, I can’t argue with you there,” I agreed, and helped Nathan pick up the rest of his paperwork.

He smiled at me, “You ready for Amsterdam?”

I laughed a little, “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Chapter Notes: So, I went and actually looked up the really nice hotels in Amsterdam and holy shit! Check this place out! I wanna party there lol. And btw, go me, another chapter up in just an hour and a half. I'm the shiznat.

Chapter Two
Ask Me A Question, And I’ll Make You Need To Ask Another

The flight to Amsterdam was long, and thankfully I sat between Nathan and Parker, instead of Hardison and Eliot, who were spending the flight competing against each other in silly little games like hangman and whatnot. They even ended up making up their own game, which was apparently called “The Hot Women Test,” where they tried to see how many attractive women would talk to them during the duration of the flight. I settled back into the comfortable seats of first class and tried to ignore them as I read my book.

Before we left, Nathan informed us that we were going to be staying at the best and most expensive hotel in Amsterdam called “The Dylan”. It was over £400 a night, which pretty much doubled in American money. He showed us a brochure, and it was beautiful. I started to find myself getting a little excited about the trip, despite myself.

However, since it was short notice, they only had three room’s available, which meant four of us needed to share a room with another person.

“I want to room with Sophie,” Parker spoke up, much to my own surprise. I looked at her with my eyebrows raised, then back at Nate.

Nathan shrugged, “I was thinking you two should share anyway, since you’re both the only women.”

If I had my way with things, I would be rooming with Nate, but Parker wouldn’t be so bad. She played with my last nerve every so often, but all in all I did like the girl.

“I think they should share too, unless you want to join in the competition phase their going through, Nate?” I joked as I pointed to Hardison and Eliot.

“Big boss get’s his own room, I see how it is, it’s cause I’m black ain’t it?” Hardison replied, jokingly pretending to be offended.

“Me and Sophie aren’t black, and we have to share a room,” Parker said, honestly confused.

“It was a joke, Parker,” Eliot said in clarification.

“Oh,” Parker’s face contorted as she tried to figure it out, “It wasn’t very funny.”

“Now she’s diggin on my jokes,” Hardison said, laughing a little.

“Well jokes are supposed to be funny, correct?”

“Alright, alright everyone, finish your packing, we’ll be leaving early in the morning,” Nathan interrupted, stopping the conversation.

There was maybe an hour left of the flight, and my book was starting to bore me. I put it down and checked to see what the others were doing. Eliot and Hardison were still at their games, Nate had fallen asleep, and Parker was looking out the window with her chin on her hand.

She looked so innocent sometimes, and I couldn’t help but wonder what made her, well, the way she was. Something must to have happened to her as a child, to render her mentally imbalanced and so... completely and blatantly immodest. Sometimes I envy her for the last aspect of her personality. While she was right earlier, me, a British woman, was very uninhibited in the bedroom, outside of it I was shy and embarrassed to talk of things like that.

Parker turned to catch me looking at her, and I awkwardly averted my eyes to avoid her thinking I was staring at her. I was, but I didn’t want her to know that.

“If I’m pleasing to look at for you, you can look at me, you know,” Parker said blatantly, and I flushed.

“That’s not why I... I was just... thinking, that’s all. I’m sorry for staring, that was rude,” I apologized.

“It’s fine. What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” I answered quickly. I didn’t want to start asking about Parker’s past, I didn’t know her well enough to feel comfortable doing so. “It was nothing.”

“It must have been something, you were burning a hole in the back of my head.”

I chuckled a little, and looked down at my book a minute before raising my head back up to look at her. “You just looked really innocent right then, that was all.”

“Nobody’s innocent, Sophie. Especially not any of us.”

I laughed lightly, “I know, I just meant your physical featured reflected innocence.”

“Oh,” she said, then cocked her head to the side as if analyzing something very interesting. “I suppose we’re all innocent in some aspects of our life, and when we think about them it shows on our face.”

“What are you innocent of?” I asked, honestly curious.

Parker smiled at me, “I can’t give you all my secrets.”

“Oh come on,” I prodded.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she replied. “I’ll answer one of your questions, if you answer one of mine. Truthfully.”

I knew this could lead somewhere potentially embarrassing for me, but my curiosity overtook my good sense and I agreed, “Alright. So what were you thinking about just then that made you look that way?”

“Love,” she stated.

My eyebrows shot up, that was one of the last things I was expecting to hear. “Love?”

Parker explained, “You know, it’s funny, because I see it in the movies, read about it in books, so you would think I would understand the basic concept of it, but I just don’t.”

“You’ve never been in love? Ever?” I asked in disbelief. A woman her age should have fallen in love at least once in their life.

“No, I’ve always refused to allow myself to fall for someone who could never love me in return.”

“You don’t think anyone’s ever loved you?” I asked, still in disbelief.

“You’re asking more questions than allowed, you know,” Parker said slightly teasing, but answered. “I know they haven’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’m crazy,” she stated simply, as if it were nothing.

I didn’t say anything, I didn’t know what to say to that, and there was silence between us for a minute before she said, “My turn.”

I cleared my throat and nodded, attempting to mentally prepare myself for whatever she was about to ask.

“Was I right?”

“About what?” I asked.

“About the British in bed,” she clarified, smirking.

I flushed a little and replied, “I can’t speak for every Brit on the planet, but for myself...” Parker raised her eyebrows expectantly as she awaited my answer. “Yes.”

Parker seemed much more interested now, and turned more to face me, and asked, “Are you kinky like the rest of them?”

“Parker!” I exclaimed, turning even redder.

“You asked me three questions, it’s only fair I get to ask you three back,” she said, and I sighed. She was right. But really, it wasn’t fair that she was right.

“I... Uh...” I stuttered, trying to figure out exactly how to answer the question. “I guess you would say so.”

This was embarrassing, and I really wished we were in Amsterdam right now. I already knew what her last question would be, and was convinced she just enjoyed watching me squirm, because this was killing me.

“What kind of kinky stuff?” She asked, and I put my head in my hands.

She asked it, of course she asked it. I couldn’t help but think that my questions to her were far easier, but then I thought about it and realized that these questions she would probably rather answer than the ones that I gave her.

I mumbled something incoherent as an answer to try to avoid it, but she asked, “What?”

“Iliketyingpeopleup,” I mumbled again, only a little more loudly. Cue face resembling a tomato.

“Ohh, I like that too,” she replied with a naughty little smirk on her face.

I took my face out of my hands to ask, “Are we done?”

Parker laughed, “Yeah, we’re done. We’re almost in Amsterdam anyway, see? We’re starting our decent.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window to see that she was right. I needed to get out of this plane, it was becoming uncomfortably hot in here all of a sudden as I tried very hard not to picture Parker doing the same thing I enjoyed. It wasn’t like I usually thought perverted thoughts about Parker, but when someone says something, sometimes your imagination gets the best of you before you can stop it.

“You’re thinking something perverted,” Parker said amused as she noticed the look on my face.

“Oh lord!” I exclaimed, and my head went back in my hands, where I opted it to stay for the duration of the flight.

Chapter Three
What’s Privacy?

When we checked into the hotel, the manager seemed to have a bit of bad news for us, “I’m so sorry, but due to one of our pipelines breaking, we do not have the second double bedroom that you requested. However one of our guests checked out early, so we do have a single bedroom available to use, and we’ll give it to you for a very generously discounted price.”

“I sleep naked, there’s no way I’m sharing a bed,” Eliot stated, which made Hardison raise his hands in surrender.

“Whoa! A brother ain’t down with that either, ya’ll gonna have to share a bed because,” he pointed back and forth between himself an Eliot, “Not gonna happen.”

“I sleep naked too, what’s your point?” Parker asked.

“Well ya’ll can do that sort of thing without it being all... you know...” Hardison opened his eyes wide to try to convey his unspoken words.

“Why do you think girls are so much different from guys?” Parker countered.

Nathan was sighing heavily. It was a long flight, and we all just wanted to get some rest. This debate in front of the front desk was starting to attract some attention too.

“Alright, let’s settle this. Sophie, are you okay with sharing a bed with Parker, or will it make you question your sexuality like it’s apparently going to with these two?” It was a dig at the guys, even though it was a question directed at me.

“Hey! I’m comfortable with my sexuality,” Eliot protested, in which Nathan replied with a sarcastic,

“Sure you are.”

Everyone was looking at me to answer, and I thought I was done with all these awkward moments once I got off the plane. The truth was, I knew exactly what my sexuality was, and that was the problem. Plus, I already had one naughty thought about Parker earlier, and if the woman was going to be sleeping next to me naked, well, that might provoke others, and that would never lead to anything good.

But I think the boys would kill themselves fighting over who gets to sleep on the bed, and who gets the floor, so I relented.

“Yeah, that’ll be fine.”

“Good, now that that’s settled, let’s get ourselves checked in and settled down, and then we can all go out somewhere tonight, agreed?”

There was a chorus of agreements, and while Nathan finished checking in, Parker so quaintly asked the manager, “Do higher scale hookers work this hotel?”

He stared at her like she couldn’t believe she asked that question, and hell, so did the rest of us.

“You looking to order one, Parker, cause ya know...” Hardison started, but Parker hit him with the back of her hand on his stomach and finished.

“I was just curious. This is Amsterdam, home of hookers and weed. It was a completely valid question.”

Leave it to Parker to not let us out of a public situation without thoroughly embarrassing us first. Not that we needed any help, because we were doing just fine in that area the moment we walked into this place. The manager stuttered for a minute and replied, “Not that we are aware of, ma’am. Most of those... females usually opt to work at the Red Light District.”

“Red Light District!” Hardison and Eliot exclaimed, and exchanged high fives.

A lot of people were staring now. A bunch of foreigner’s coming in and unbashfully talking about sleeping naked, questioning their sexuality, and hookers. Oh lord, I think I needed a scotch.

We couldn’t get our keys fast enough. We followed the bellboy to our rooms, which were all on the third floor. They weren’t next to each other, but they were at least just a little walk down the hall from each other. Nathan’s room was first, and then ours. After all of our luggage was in the room and we could still hear Eliot and Hardison as they walked down the hall arguing over whether they should do ‘two out of three’ in whatever game they were playing, I collapsed on the first comfortable thing in the room, which happened to be a couch.

“Oh my god, look at this bed!” Parker screeched, and I put my hands over my ears to try to dull the sound for even just a moment. Damn, that girl had a set of lungs.

Parker jumped on the king size canopy bed, which was decked out in a different array of bright colors. I had to smile as I watched her bounce on it, it was kind of cute. It was the innocence thing again; she looked like an excited kid.

“Okay, okay, it’s lovely, can you get off though before you hurt yourself, or break it?” I asked, worn out.

Parker took one last bounce and hit the floor gracefully, as she went off to explore the other areas of the room. “We got alcohol! Hell, we got a lot of alcohol...”

“I’ll be needing some of that,” I said as I rose from the couch, and made my way over to the mini bar Parker was standing at.

I took a mini bottle of scotch, and took a swig. Parker looked at me, impressed. “Damn, thirsty?”

“Something like that,” I replied, and took another swig. The warmness of the alcohol started making me feel a comfortable level of tingly, so I put the bottle down and went for my bag. “I’m going to hit the shower, freshen up.”

“Alright,” Parker replied, before opening one of her two bags, and having all this money spill out on the floor.

I almost choked, “Parker! Are you serious? You brought a suitcase just for your money??”

“Yeah,” she said, like it was obvious and like I was being stupid.

“How the bloody hell did you get that past security?”

“I know a guy,” she replied as she started to stack her money in what looked like to be little mini castles. I shook my head, I didn’t want to know anymore, I just needed a damn shower.

I grabbed my towel, and headed off into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower after that long plane flight was like heaven, and I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair as I sighed. The warm water running down my naked body made me feel almost tranquil, it was a nice peaceful change after all the stressful embarrassment I seem to have been subject too the last couple of days.

I was in the shower for maybe twenty minutes or so, and when I stepped out I grabbed the towel on the rack and wrapped it around myself. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wiped any excess mascara and eyeliner out from underneath them, and shook out my hair so my wet locks would fall around my face nicely. Finally, I feel better.

I opened the door to the bathroom, and stopped dead when I saw the sight before me. Parker was lying on the bed, which the designer’s stupidly decided to face towards the bathroom, stark nude, touching herself. I backed up and whipped around so quickly I almost tripped over the wastebasket by the sink, and pressed my back against the cold wall, eyes still wide.

Please tell me I was hallucinating or something.

I rubbed my eyes for a minute and peeked my head around the corner. Nope, not hallucinating. I moved my head back in the bathroom, and closed my eyes. There was no way of getting around this, if Parker didn’t hear the door open in the first place, she was sure to hear it close, or to notice if I left it open. Why wasn’t there another way out of this bathroom? And why the hell did she feel the need to do that while I was still here?!

I could now here Parker’s labored breathing, and automatically started to get turned on by it. Oh god, this isn’t good. This isn’t anywhere close to being in the realm of anything good.

Parker was gasping softly, and I closed my eyes, trying to take some sort of control over my instinctual desires. But it wasn’t helping, if anything it was making it worse. I started to picture what I just saw, and god, Parker did have a really nice...

Oh god! I’m so gonna kill Nate for making us share a room!

My own hand was dangerously close to between my thighs, and I got control over it and took it away once I noticed it’s wanderings. I can’t masturbate in here listening to Parker masturbate in the other room, that’s just... on so many levels of wrong!

But Parker was moaning now, and my hands gripped at the sink to try to control myself. She really did moan very pretty...

Oh the hell with it, Parker was already going to know that I saw her by the door, I could just finish before her and she’ll never know, because there was no way I was going to be able to go out tonight feeling... like this.

I knew this was wrong, and I wasn’t exactly sure why I was doing this, but my own hand slid between my legs anyway. It wasn’t my fault, really. It wasn’t like I desired Parker or anything, but seeing a beautiful woman touching herself, hearing her moan... my body just acted out of instinct, and I could hardly be blamed for that, right?

I’m still going to kill Nate for this later though.

I started to rub my clit, and bit my lip to keep from making any noises what so ever. If I could hear Parker, she would surely be able to hear me. Parker moaned out a very sexy, “Oh my God...” I bit my lip harder to keep from moaning myself and rubbed my clit harder.

I was picturing myself fucking her on that bed before I could stop myself, and once I got myself started on that little fantasy I couldn’t push it out of my mind to let in something else that I wouldn’t feel horribly guilty and embarrassed about later.

I was breathing heavily, I couldn’t stop that. As Parker was getting closer, so was I, which made it harder and harder to keep quiet. I was biting on my lips so hard now I was pretty sure I was about to split it open, but the sounds Parker was making, and the things I was doing to myself, made me care very little.

Parker let out a loud moan as she came, and I gasped hard as I did as well, falling against the wall as I squirted down my thighs. Once I came to my senses I knew I had to hurry, so I grabbed a hand towel and cleaned myself up before picking up my body one and wrapping it around me again. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked flushed. Damnit. I splashed some cold water on my face, and that was when Parker chose to come in the bathroom.

“Oh, Parker! I’m sorry I just... it was an accident...” I sputtered a little, trying to make an excuse why I saw her do what she did, though I was pretty sure that with the way Parker was about her sexuality, or really anything in general, she really didn’t care.

Parker didn’t apologize, just explained. “Long flights give me tension, had to get it out. My turn for the shower?”

She was so casual about it, and I hated that I always felt the need to feel all awkward all the time. I dried off my face and said, “Yeah, it’s all yours. Lemme get out of your way.”

I practically ran towards the bathroom door, but Parker stopped me.

“Hey Sophie?”

I took a deep breath and turned around, trying to act casual.

Parker didn’t smirk, didn’t smile, just let me know casually, “You bruised your bottom lip trying to keep yourself quiet, you should probably cover that with lipstick or something.”

Chapter Notes: I'm on a fic kick right now, so I apologize for spamming your friend's pages with the constant Leverage Fic community updates I keep doing. My bad.

Chapter Four
Mission Statement

I was dying of embarrassment, I was sure of that at this point. It was going to say on my grave stone: “Here lies Sophie Devereaux, she died of an horrible case of humiliation.”

Alright, maybe I was overreacting, but Parker knew! She knew . How she knew, I wasn’t sure, maybe I wasn’t as quiet as I thought, but really that’s not the problem here. The problem is that she knows I was masturbating listening to her! And thinking about her no less! Oh my god, what the hell am I supposed to do now?!

I think I was starting to slightly hyperventilate. I was sitting in a chair, still with just my towel on, my breathing erratic. I have to calm down, this really isn’t that big of a deal, right? It’s not like I haven’t masturbated in front of someone else before, but that was mutual, and this... oh god, I’m a pervert! Listening in when I wasn’t invited to!

I tried to steady my breathing, and think rationally. Okay so sure, Parker knew I was getting myself off while listening to her, but she didn’t know I was thinking about her, for all she knows I could have been using her moans as a stepping stone to some other bigger, sexier, greater fantasy. Yeah, that’s it. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

My breathing was more calm now, but I still grabbed the bottle of scotch from earlier and finished the rest of it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe Parker won’t even care. She didn’t seem to be too fussed about it, she spoke about it very casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Maybe she’d just leave it as what it was

Hell, maybe Parker could, but I couldn’t.

Now everytime I see Parker I’m going to imagine her doing... that... and imagine the thoughts I was thinking about while I was doing... that... oh Lord.

Did I really want to fuck Parker? Maybe I did. It would be one hell of a ride, I was sure of that. But we worked together, and that really didn’t seem like a good idea to me. But then again, if I fully admit to myself that I want Parker, than finally I can turn the tables on her, and not be the one left sputtering and embarrassed all the time. I always did very well when I wanted someone, but until I start chasing them, all I tend to be is a big humiliated blob. Like now, for instance.

But we worked together, and that would be bad.

Right?

I heard the shower turn off, and I hurried to get myself dressed before Parker came out. I had to get out of there, I wasn’t ready to deal with this just yet. I needed to go see...

Nate.

I ran out of the room as soon as I put my shoes on, and down the hall a couple doors until I found Nate’s. I knocked on it impatiently.

He opened the door to see me standing there, hair still wet, looking anxious, “Sophie, what’s wrong?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said as he stepped out of the way to let me in his room. I walked straight to his couch, and flopped down.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he picked up his glass of water and took a sip, worried by the look on my face.

“I walked in on Parker masturbating!” I burst out before I could stop it.

Nathan choked on his water, and started coughing for a minute. I made an apologetic face and got up to pat him on the back, “Sorry!”

Nathan coughed again, shaking his head. “No, no, it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting... what did you say again?”

I sighed and flopped back down on the couch again and said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you, I doubt Parker wants you knowing that, but I just needed to get it out. Don’t tell her I told you, please?”

“Uh.. I... yeah, sure, I won’t tell her. But... what...” Nathan paused, trying to figure out what he was trying to say. “Do you not want to room with her or something now?”

“No, no,” I said quickly, maybe just a bit too quickly. “I can’t do that, I think that would hurt her feelings.”

“Then what...?”

I sighed and leaned my head back on the couch, “I don’t know, it was just so... awkward. She didn’t seem to care at all that I saw her, and acted so casual about the whole thing, which just made me feel even more awkward. I just needed to get out of there for a minute, to figure out how to approach the situation.”

“Well we all know how Parker is, why don’t you just let it go? I’m sure she will.”

“Easier said than done,” I mumbled as I thought about my fantasy again.

“Sophie,” Nathan started as he looked down at my face and studied it, “What happened to your lip?”





Bollocks. I forgot to put on lipstick Why didn’t I listen to Parker?

“Oh, I ran out of the room so fast I kind of ran into the door. Clumsy, you know me,” I said as I tried to cover it up quickly.

“Yeah I do know you, and you’re not clumsy,” Nathan said, looking at me funny. “It looks like a bite mark to me.”

“Nathan!” I cried out, exasperated and slightly desperate that he wouldn’t come to any kind of conclusion that came even close to what actually happened. “My lip is not the issue here, can we please stay on topic?”

“Sorry,” he said, thought still even gave me an even weirder look.

I sighed and got up. “I should probably get back anyway, I feel loads better just getting that off my chest anyway,” I lied.

“Uh, alright... well remember we’re all meeting in the lobby in two hours.”

“I know, I’ll be there. Bye,” I said as I walked out of his room, and made my way back to my own. I really shouldn’t have went over there, that was such a bad idea.

When I opened the door to our room, Parker was already dressed, and brushing out her hair. I smiled awkwardly, “Hey.”

“Where’d you go?” she asked as she tried to work out a tangle.

“Over to Nate’s for a minute.”

“To tell him you masturbated listening to me?” she asked, like it was a completely normal question to ask a person.

“No!” I exclaimed. Which was true, I didn’t tell him I did that.

“Oh, I was sure you would,” she replied as she looked at herself in the mirror before shaking out her wet hair after brushing it.

“Parker I don’t usually go around parading my sexual exploits, unlike some people,” I said, actually managing to get the entire sentence out without stuttering. She knew I did it, and I was just going to have to accept that. I can’t go back in time and do it all over again. Though I was pretty sure that even if I did, I still wouldn’t be able to help what I did a second time around either.

Parker picked up a candy from a dish near the alcohol and popped it in her mouth before looking for the blow dryer. “So you just told him you walked in on me then,” she stated.

“Parker! I... I don’t... can we please not discuss this anymore?” I asked, not wanting to lie to her, but also not wanting to tell her the truth either.

She stopped looking for the blow dryer, and turned to face me, “Why are you always so uptight? It’s not a big deal.”

“I am not uptight,” I protested.

“You really need to loosen up a little, for your own good.”

“I am loose,” I said. Then paused and revised my statement as I flushed red and realized how that sounded. “I mean I’m loosened up.”

“I think you’re going to be my mission while on this vacation,” Parker said, nodding as she decided it was a good idea.

I had a bad feeling about that statement. “Mission?” I asked, worried.

“To make you loosen up, get a little more uninhibited, I think it’ll be good for you.”

“No Parker, really, I’d rather you didn’t...” I protested, though I know it was going to be futile. If Parker did all this to me when she wasn’t trying, what was she going to do to me when she was?

“You’ll thank me for it later,” she said, and smiled before walking into the bathroom, on her quest to find the blow dryer again.

I took a deep breath. This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good at all.

Chapter Notes: Man, I'm just starting to gay everyone up, aren't I? lmao.

Chapter Five
The Reguliersdwarsstraat

We all met in the lobby a couple hours later, to go out and have a night on the town... together. I opted to put on a tight black little number, that came up just above my knees. I had to wear a dark color, because the only way I would be able to cover up the ugly bruise on my lip would be with a very dark brown, and I still needed to match, right?

Parker surprised me. I had only ever seen her in babydoll tees and jeans basically, but she put on these very sexy black leather pants, and a tank top that left very little to the imagination. She looked... well, she looked so good that I decided it would be better not to look at her, if you know what I mean.

I was worried about her “mission”, I won’t lie about that. Especially with a night our drinking and dancing, in Amsterdam no less.

Eliot and Hardison walked up a little behind us, and we all met Nate in the center of the lobby.

“Dude you should have heard it, Dutch is such a weird language!” Hardison said to him as they approached us, laughing.

“How is it weird?” Parker asked, at the same time I asked, “What were you guys doing?”

“Calling Dutch sex hotlines,” Hardison replied, which made Nathan groan.

“Mature,” Parker said as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“So what’s the plan, boss?” Eliot asked.

“Well, we need to decide where we want to go,” Nathan said. “Suggestions?” But before Eliot and Hardison could answer he pointedly said, “NO Red Light District,” and they both pouted. Well, in the manliest manner they could, of course.

“I want to go to the Reguliersdwarsstraat,” Parker said immediately.

“The Regul... what now?” Eliot asked as Hardison started trying to repeat the word Parker just used under his breath, attempting to just say it, but failing.

The Reguliersdwarsstraat, I had read about that in the brochure. What was it again? I tried to think, but couldn’t remember.

Nathan replied, “I don’t think that’s quite fit for everyone, Parker.”

Then I remembered. “That’s the gay part of town!” I exclaimed, proud of myself that I actually managed to remember.

Then I stopped. The gay part of town. Parker. Naked Parker. God! Why did I just think of naked Parker?! Naked parker with me. Oh no. Time for a drink. I’m babbling in my head already.

“Whoa what? Gay?” Eliot said with a look of shock on his face.

“Hey I ain’t going to no gay bar if Nate won’t even allow a field trip to the District,” Hardison replied.

“Parker you’re not even gay,” Eliot said. The paused, and got confused, “Are you?”

“I’d say about sixty seven percent,” she replied.

“Sixty seven?” Eliot asked, weirded out by her exact calculation.

“Oh man, and you’re sharing a room with Sophie, that hot ,” Hardison said, then when I hit him with my handbag he snapped out of it and said, “Oh my bad, that wasn’t supposed to be said out loud.”

“I really wanna go,” Parker said, and pouted. She actually pouted.

“I still say it ain’t fair that if we end up going there we can’t take a trip to hooker central later,” Hardison replied.

“How about we go to the Reguliersdwarsstraat tonight, and we’ll go to the Red Light District tomorrow night?” Parker asked.

“That’s cool,” Hardison said, to which invoked many protests.

“We’re not here to pick up prostitutes!” Nathan interjected, frustrated.

“I’m still not down for the gay bar, man,” Eliot said.

“Yeah but dude, tomorrow we get to go to the District if we do!”

Eliot stayed quiet a moment then relented, “Fine, but if a man hit’s on me I’m gonna break his arm.”

“Any man except Hardison,” Parker mumbled under her breath to me, which made me giggle. She did have a point, the two did seem to be getting awfully close these days, whether they realized it or not.

Nathan was rubbing his temples, no doubt starting to regret this little outing. He turned to me, “Sophie, what do you want to do?”

Parker was behind me and whispered, “Go along with me, and I promise I won’t order you a hooker later to loosen you up a bit.”

I gasped and looked at her and whispered back, “You wouldn’t!”

She smirked, “Oh, I would.”

I sighed, I was starting to regret this little outing as well. But I did what Parker said, and replied, “I agree with the deal that’s already set up.” I really didn’t feel like testing Parker on her prostitute ordering abilities. Not tonight anyway, I don’t think I would be able to handle that right now.

Nathan sighed, being outnumbered. “Alright, onto the Reguliersdwarsstraat then...”

*****

Parker dragged all of in the first bar that we came across, and to be honest I didn’t mind all that much. I needed a drink. Hell, after this vacation I’m sure to develop some sort of drinking problem, because I seem to be needing a lot of them recently.

Hardison and Eliot stayed close to each other, so as to avoid any other men coming their way. “Hey man, if any guy asks, you’re my boyfriend.”

“What?” Eliot asked, with a look of shock and confusement on his face.

“That way they won’t hit on us dude, duh,” Hardison replied and looked at him like it was obvious answer.

“Oh, right. Okay,” Eliot said.

Parker was laughing at their little interaction, but didn’t interject her opinion on the matter, thankfully. We all sat at the bar, and I immediately ordered a double scotch on the rocks. I downed it in almost one gulp and Parker looked at me, amused.

“Don’t get drunk too fast, that wouldn’t be any fun.”

I looked over at her, “Maybe not for you, but I think it’ll make things easier to handle for me.”

“What things?”

“Those... things that you’re planning to do to me later,” I replied waving my hand to empathize.

“You want me to do things to you?” She asked and smirked, and I almost choked on an icecube.

“You’re doing things to Sophie?!” Hardison replied, overhearing our conversation.

“Oh my god, someone save me,” I muttered, and ordered another drink.

After a couple rounds of drinks for all of us, we all started to loosen up a little. Hardison was trying to get Eliot to go dance with him, only because ‘they can’t let those gay boys think they got more talent than them.’ Or, so he said.

Nathan was talking to the DJ, attempting to make them play something other than hip hop and techno music, though he wasn’t getting much of anywhere with it, and now was being hit on by him.

“You feeling relaxed yet?” Parker asked me, tilting her head with a smirk to study me.

“I’ve always been relaxed,” I replied, to which Parker said nothing, but still continued to smirk.

“Another round of shots?” She asked.

“Hit me,” I said, smirking back. If it’s one thing I was sure I could beat her at, was drinking her under the table.

She ordered another round of shots, and as we held up our glasses she cheered, “Here’s to the hole that never heals, the more you lick it, the better it feels!”

“Parker!” I gasped out, but laughed before taking my shot. I really was starting to loosen up a little. About two hours ago, I would have been embarrassed that she said that in public, but now I just found it funny.

Another hour later, and all of us were pretty much smashed. Nathan was actually now hitting on the DJ himself, only because he found that doing that made him play his music. Eliot and Hardison were dancing, trying to show off their skills, though with how much they had been drinking they just looked foolish. And me and Parker, well, we were playing a game.

“Okay, out of all five of us, name in the order of who’d you want to have sex with, first to last,” Parker asked as she sipped on her jack and coke.

We were sitting very close to each other, and I wasn’t exactly sure how we got that way in the first place, but I was too drunk to care, and I was having fun. “Fine, but you have to answer it too.”

“Alright.”

“Well... I guess it would be... Nate, You, Eliot, then Hardison,” I answered, then covered my face and giggled drunkenly about my admission.

Parker smiled in a way that was starting to suggest more than friendship between us and replied, “You, Alec, Eliot, Nate.”

“Me first? Seriously?” I asked, flattered.

“Uh huh,” she replied, and finished her drink. She slapped her hand on the bar for another one, and like out of thin air it appeared.

“Why?” I asked, feeling myself get even closer to her, and now our shoulders were touching, and our faces very close together. My hand went on her thigh before I could stop it, but I brushed it off. We were drunk, it really didn’t matter anymore.

Parker started playing with my hair and answered, “Because you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen,” which made me blush and she continued with a smirk, “And I love hearing British women moan.”

I started laughing, and she started giggling too. I finished my scotch on the rocks, and she asked me, “So I was your second, why?”

“Well...” I said, “If you asked me this a couple days ago, you wouldn’t have been. I just never thought of you that way, until...”

“Until you saw my fingers buried in my pussy?” She asked.

I gasped and hit her arm lightly, “Parker, that was really vulgar!”

“But true,” she said pointedly.

I giggled and looked down before looking up at her again, and found that our lips were barely touching. My heart stopped for a minute and I said, “Yeah, it’s true.”

Parker smiled naughtily and leaned in close to my ear and whispered seductively, “You touched yourself thinking about fucking me when you were in the bathroom, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed out before I had the better sense to stop it. Her breath was tickling my ear, and my hand on her thigh squeezed it. “I wanted to fuck you so bad...”

“Then why didn’t you just come in there and do it then?” Parker asked in my ear, and then bit my neck softly.

I closed my eyes for a minute to try to regain what was left of my composure and said, “Because we work together.”

“So?” Parker asked.

“So it’d be bad,” I whispered, gripping her thigh more as she kissed my ear. “Parker...” I whispered, losing my own self control.

“Why would it be bad?” She asked me quietly.

“Because if I fucked you, I don’t think I’d ever be able to stop,” I whispered honestly, then froze. I never even thought of that before. Maybe my unconscious mind was starting to seep in my conscious one, and that’s never a good thing. I can’t believe I really just said that.

Parker froze too, and I mentally slapped myself. Way to go, Sophie.

Thankfully, we were saved by Hardison and Eliot drunkenly stumbling up to us. “Have you met my boyfriend?” Eliot slurred, and they both laughed.

“Hey, we interrupt something?” Hardison asked, looking at the closeness between the two of us. It wasn’t just me that jumped back this time, it was Parker too.

“No,” she said. “We were just talking.”

“Ya’ll looked like you were ready to make out in a second, if you ask me.”

“Well we didn’t,” I replied a little sharply, thoroughly annoyed with myself more than anything right then.

“I think it’s time we head back,” Nathan said, joining us. “Some of us don’t look like we can stand up very well,” he added, pointing out Eliot all hunched over onto Hardison.

“Hey man, I can stand just fine!” He said, but when he tried to stand over on his own he almost fell, but Nathan caught him.

“Alright children,” he said, though more amused than anything, “Let’s go.”

Chapter Six
Control

We all sort of stumbled into our rooms that night. Well, everyone else more than myself and Parker anyway. My little accidently slip sobered us up really quick.

I felt like such an idiot. How did I not realize I actually liked Parker? I guess I’ve always been so consumed in keeping up appearances, and denying myself most of life’s simple pleasures because it didn’t even occur to me. I pushed the possibility out of my mind before it even really begun to form.

We entered our room without a word, and I went in the bathroom to go get dressed for bed. After I dressed, I sighed and leaned against the wall. This was going to be so awkward.

I opened the door to see Parker naked, getting ready to get into bed. I put my hand over my eyes, “Oh! I’m sorry...”

“Sophie,” Parker said, in almost a tiered voice, but not from lack of sleep. “Don’t, please. Your games are confusing me.”

I took my hand away from my eyes, and looked at her, but got distracted by her nakedness. My eyes involuntarily roamed over her body for a second before they snapped back up to look at her face. Her face Sophie, look at her face.

Normally I would play off as stupid, and say ‘What games?’ but we both already knew the answer, so I just replied, “Sorry, it’s a habit... I guess.”

She gave me a small smile that looked almost sad and climbed into bed, “It’s alright.”

I looked at her curiously, but didn’t say anything. How she was acting was... confusing me.

I turned off the bedroom light and climbed into bed next to her, “Goodnight Parker.”

“Night.”

But neither of us slept, nor spoke for over an hour. I was turned away from her, staring at the wall, trying very hard to not think of the fact that Parker was lying in the bed next to me nude and that she wanted to have sex with me. But...

But what? I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t figure out the way Parker was acting, and it was driving me crazy.

Then in the silence I heard my name spoken softly, “Sophie?”

My heart leapt into my throat, but I didn’t know why. “Yeah?” I whispered back.

There was silence for a minute before she whispered back, “What did you mean by that? What you said.”

I was silent for a minute, not even really knowing how to answer her question. “I guess I just like you a little more than I thought I did, is all.”

Is all. Right. Let’s pretend that’s not huge in and of itself.

Parker was silent for a moment then whispered my name again, “Sophie?”

“Hm?”

“Look at me.”

I took a deep breath, and rolled myself over on the bed to look at her. She looked so vulnerable, and I couldn’t understand why.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her, worried a little.

She gave a small laugh, and a lot of emotions crossed over her face before she replied with, “I want to kiss you.”

My heart started beating a little faster, and I couldn’t understand why I was suddenly so nervous. I always shined in these kinds of situations, but Parker was making me feel... I’m not sure, something I don’t think I’ve ever really felt before.

“Then do it,” I whispered.

Parker took a sharp intake of breath and stayed there for a moment, but it felt like forever to me. She finally hoisted herself up onto one elbow, until she was looking down at my face. We looked each other in the eyes for a moment, and Parker bit her lip softly before leaning down and having her lips meet mine.

She kissed me very softly, and I closed my eyes at the feeling of her lips. My hand traveled up her arm, and over her neck to bring her in closer. We both gasped at the feeling of her naked body on top of my barely clothed one, and I slipped my tongue in her mouth, making her moan softly.

Her hand traveled up my night shirt and rested on my ribs, as she stroked it softly with her thumb. Mine roamed over her back, to lightly brush the curve of her ass, and she gasped in my mouth and her hand that lay on my ribs gripped me tighter.

We broke apart for a minute, both our breathing slightly labored. We searched each other’s eyes for a moment before I finally regained most of my old composure in the bedroom back and said, “I’m going to fuck you tonight, Parker.”

Parker bit her lip, obviously turned on from my lack of asking permission. I pushed her down onto the bed, and threw the covers off us before climbing on top of her. I looked down at her for a minute before grabbing the hem of my night shirt and peeling it off over my head.

I knew I needed to make this raunchier, because we were both obviously scared of our own emotions right now. So as she stared at my breasts I took her arms and pinned them above her head.

She moaned softly, and put her tongue in her cheek as she smirked, “I like it like that.”

“Well I figured,” I started as I smirked, “That since I saw you touch yourself, it’d only be fair if you saw me do it too, right?”

Parker’s chest started rising and falling a little faster and I went on, “But the rules are, you can’t touch me at all. You have to keep your hands above your head, or else I stop.”

“Okay,” she whispered breathlessly.

I let her arms go, and grabbed the side of my panties, before completely ripping them off. It didn’t matter, I had more, and I really didn’t want to get off of her right now.

The way I was positioned on her stomach, Parker could see every little dirty detail. Hell, she could probably smell every little dirty detail too, because I was right under her breasts, and Parker’s head was straining to get closer to me.

“Oh my god,” she said as she stared at my pussy that was already wet and glistening from the moonlight that shone through the window.

“You like that?” I teased, and ran a finger over myself, making my clit jump a little as I bit my lower lip.

“Yes,” Parker breathed, and I could see her digging her own fingernails into her hand to stop herself from touching me.

“Yeah?” I prodded, and use two of my fingers to open myself up for her, “Do you want to touch me?”

“I want to taste you,” she gasped out, and she squirmed a bit beneath me.

“Like this?” I said with a smirk, and stuck a finger inside myself and then brought it to her lips. She licked my finger hungrily, and moaned.

“Oh my god, please Sophie...”

I chuckled a little, enjoying for once that I’m the one that gets to torment. “Oh come on now Parker, I thought you would have more self control than this.”

She glared at me and said, “Fine, fuck you. Go.” She gripped the headboard rails above her head, refusing to back down to a challenge.

I laughed, and leaned back a little so that my elbow was resting on the bed beside her, and so she could get a clear view of every inch of my body. I ran my hand lightly over my pussy and gasped softly. I really was soaked, and my clit was throbbing. I ran a solitary finger over it and pressed down lightly, and I moaned quietly.

Parker was squirming again, but holding her resolve as she watched me pleasure myself on top of her, “Jesus Christ.”

I started to rub it a bit harder, and my moans started to fill the room. I had my head back and my eye’s closed, and Parker was gasping so hard it was like she was having trouble breathing in the first place.

I slipped two fingers inside myself, and cried out at how sensitive I was. I didn’t want to go slow anymore, I was too turned on. I started fucking myself with my fingers faster, more roughly, and moaned out, “Oh god! Parker!”

“Fuck! I can’t do this! You win!” She screamed, and actually broke one of the headboard rails and tossing the broken pieces to the side before pushing me back onto the bed, and replacing my fingers with her own.

“Oh my god! Parker! Fuck me!” I screamed, and put one leg up over her shoulder as I grabbed at the bed sheets beneath me.

Parker was on top of me now, and she was breathing heavily onto my lips as I screamed out her name over and over. My back was arching and I was screaming obscenities as I got closer, until Parker demanded, “Come for me, bitch!”

I screamed what could have been confused as bloody murder as my muscles contracted around her fingers, and I came, soaking her entire hand. I grabbed onto her, and wouldn’t let her off of me while I panted and came down from my high. “Fuck,” I breathed out again, before kissing her passionately and with complete need to make her feel the way I just felt.

We didn’t get any sleep the night, but neither of us cared. This has been the craziest day, but as we lay there together after it all and she ever so subtlety held my hand, I knew it was worth it.

PART TWO CAN BE FOUND HERE. MY STORY WAS TOO BIG FOR ONE ENTRY, LOL.