#mrqvinn

            the text caught him off guard. eliot looked up from his book with a  slight frown. the team and him were supposed to be on vacation for the holidays. while crime didn’t really quit and neither did injustices, they felt like a little break was necessary for them. work too hard and burn yourself out. and eliot wasn’t looking to do that. what he read, however, had him smiling, just a little. dammit. quinn was... well. quinn.  >> sms : e. q. 🔫 << dinner? i’d love dinner.  >> sms : e. q. 🔫 << you don’t gotta give me anything. >> sms : e. q. 🔫 << but i am not opposed to a little holiday tradition. ;)

Hardison jumped at the products being dumped into his lap, not hearing husband dear’s approach because he was engrossed in the birth certificates he was forging. “Ooh, these are –” He froze when he heard what Quinn said, and jumped up with a whoop. “How did you know that my favourite present is being right?” And the joke was on Quinn, because…“I hope you realize the extensive security measures in this house include very sensitive microphones, so now I have you on record.” He trapped Quinn in his long gangly arms, stopping him from running away, and forcing both a hug and a forehead kiss onto him.

       “ ------- .  .  .  I am so drunk right now. “   It wasn’t like Emily wasn’t used to being insanely or disorientatingly drunk. Everybody knew just how well she held her liquor and how much better she handled her hangovers. She slinks from the middle of the hallway to her wall to balance herself, taking in as deep of a breath as she could before chugging the remainder of the Lager in her bottle. And then a hobble and she’s made it to the couch with a ceremonious fall into the cushions.

GENTLE was not in the nature of the beast that was Ernessa, YET she knew how to be soft to the touch, and covered in honey in her words. Rather pretty and perfect, much like a VIPER with mouth full of fangs and POISON. Then there was this MAN who was equally full of sharp teeth and claws covered in BLOOD with his perfect SMILE to accompany him. They were both so CLOSE and for a moment she wondered what she would DO. He was certainly her type to KILL, rude and pretty with so much potential. Then he called her PRETTY with that same SMIRK she thought was perfect. Ernessa could not help but reach up to touch the corner of his mouth, her fingers brushing ever so lightly out of CURIOSITY. And she replied only AFTER she was satisfied by what she found between those two seconds that had passed “Like ALL this poisonous I HAVE TO BE or else no would dare KISS me.” Her voice soft like a hushed song, warm and inviting like chocolate and salted caramel. Perhaps too sweet to be true, more like a TRAP but she was eternally curious to see IF he would BITE. 

Hardison quickly pulled his hand out of Quinn’s when he noticed Quinn was waking up. “Hey, how are you feeling? You’re in the hospital because your broken ribs nearly ruptured your lung, so don’t try to sit up,” he added hurriedly. Quinn had been pretty confused the last time he opened his eyes.

[text: Quinn]: What do you want for dinner? I’m gonna cook it in a French maid outfit for you.

         eliot hit the floor hard. he supposed that was one of the perks of sparring with someone who actually knew what they were doing. he was breathing heavy and staring up at quinn, ready to step it up a notch. eliot’s brow furrowed, the  vicious, delighted smile fading just a little. eliot had always been a little unsure where exactly they were on that line of friendship. and quinn never made it easy. for a moment, eliot just stared, his brow furrowing. with a grunt, eliot moved  to kick up, using his left arm to push himself up and against the arm on his chest to twist and pin quinn in return.          “you would wanna call it a draw right when things are gettin’ heated.” not that eliot would be opposed to potentially calling it a draw like that. quinn didn’t need to know that particular detail. “maybe when you land a real hit...”