Oneshot that begged to be written after watching 5x9: The Rundown Job so it includes spoilers from that. Christian's "More Than I Deserve" also helped the muse along. This is my first Leverage fic so please be kind.

The trio cancelled their redeye flight from D.C. to Portland, choosing to stay for a week's stay. Nate and Sophie didn't need to know details of Eliot's injuries upon checking with them. He didn't do hospitals so Parker decided to take matters into her own hands.

Eliot lounged on the giant king size bed in their hotel room with a beer while turning on the last half of a football game. Out of the blue, Parker appeared legs tucked underneath her on the plush down comforter. He eyed her outstretched hand warily as she offered a rare painkiller. She didn't take them and knew he didn't either, but multiple bullet wounds were not an everyday occurence for any of them. Eliot's gaze never left hers, chasing the aspirin with a swig of beer,as she untied his bandages and he helped her undress him. The tv was long forgotten. Parker bit her lower lip out of habit as she sewed the wounds, cringing slightly as he sucked in breaths.

Eliot's breathing had gone ragged, inhaling deeply through gritted teeth. As the team's hitter, he certainly endured a brutal amount of physical abuse, but always hid his suffering from the others. Here with Parker, he allowed himself vulnerability. Her teasing feather-light touches were searing hot on his exposed skin. Eliot's eyelids fluttered as she pressed tender kisses to his scars, old and new. She knew the stories behind some, but most he refused to discuss.

With her trademark feline dexterity, Parker straddled his waist, careful to avoid pressure on his thigh and shoulder. She could feel him growing hard against her ass as she kissed a trail up his chest, before finding his lips.

One thing Parker never understood from Sophie's chick flicks was why the women always closed their eyes while kissing. There was no fun or connection in that, at least according to her. Eliot was the same way in that they wanted to watch each other. Hardison, on the other hand, complained about how creepy they were. Hilarious actually, considering his line of work. But the trio all accommodated each other's kinks.

She would miss Eliot's ponytails but was happy he still had plenty to tangle her fingers in. And he was fucking gorgeous with the new haircut after all.

Breaking their kiss for air, Parker whimpered at the loss of contact, Eliot's fingers pressing deep into the skin under her shirt, grinding her against him.

"Need...fuck..." his raspy Southern drawl thickening and that thing he did with his eyes that made grown men piss themselves...she needed him now.

She sat up enough to allow him to be able to remove her skintight top before discarding her own leggings. Her legs clamped around his waist, and rocking with him, Parker knew she would have her own bruises later. No different from the stinging scratches she marked him with.

Both of them spent, Parker was still draped over Eliot as he drew lazy designs on her back.

"Don't do that again. You're the strongest man there is but that doesn't stop the bullets." It was a small price to pay compared to what they had prevented.

Pressing her lips softly to Eliot's shoulder, she burrowed her face in his neck, breathing in his scent as his hair tickled her. That was how Hardison found them when he walked in, playing with his tablet computer.

"Woo hoo, baby, we are in! Three reservations for 6p.m. at the impossible to get into Southern Hospitality. Prime rib and mac and cheese...mmm hmm."

Parker squealed, launching off the bed to hug him.

Grunting at the sudden movement, "Dammit Hardison!" Eliot growled as he slowly got up to find clothes that weren't blood stained. Parker was twenty pounds of crazy but she was his crazy, all grown up. This would be a good vacation after all, apocalyptic disasters aside.