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Welcome to the weekend fellow writers! Friday means loose imaginations and sultry prompts of all tastes... just let it all out.

Just remember to keep to the rules:

* No more than five prompts in a row
* No more than three prompts from one fandom
* If one of your prompts get answered you can leave another one.
* No spoilers in prompts until one week after air/publication date.
* If your fill contains a spoiler warn in bold and with appropriate spoiler space.

And to let our codemonkeys hold on to that last fragment of sanity please use the following format for prompts, last ones are for crossovers:

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker, Living for now (might be gone tomorrow)
Leverage RPS, Christian Kane/Tim Hutton, Don't forget about me (Don't forget about us)

Bones/Criminal Minds, Angela/Garcia, "Now this is art..."
CWRPS/Wolverine RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Hugh Jackman, subvocal

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Even when things had been perfect, it had been hard to catch Eliot asleep. Now things were... stilted to say the least, and while their falling apart had started before Sophie left, it had been pretty decisively finished by her leaving the continent. It had been an unspoken decision to let things rest a beat, to take a step back and a breath and reassess everything, and that had led to Eliot going home every night rather than making use of Nate's couch, ostensibly so that he could get some decent sleep. Nate didn't think there was enough sleep going on between the two of them to keep a hamster alive.

The problem, he was sure, was habit. They were all creatures of habit, and obsession, and maybe a little bit of addiction too. Which meant if they seemed set in their ways when they first met that was nothing in comparison to how they were after they'd changed their ways for each other. Eliot had given up his resistance to anyone taking care of him, because Nate needed that control, needed to be able to help, needed to be able to fix things. And now… Well, he'd had no idea how much trouble Eliot had been having settling back into taking care of himself again until he'd turned up at Nate's bedside in the middle of the night, needing a safe place to sleep and someone to watch over him. He looked like he hadn't slept in months, and somehow Nate hadn't seen that during the day.

Now the morning was just breaking on the other side of his dark curtains, light sneaking in around the edges of the room and illuminating everything but Nate's mind. There were still dark shadows under Eliot's eyes, ones the morning light wasn't going to be able to shift, but he was sleeping now, restfully for the time being, and Nate had time before he needed to move. Time enough to appreciate this rare occurrence.

A couple of months ago, this would have been a real gift, taking in that restful expression and Eliot's easy deep breaths. It would be the prelude to Eliot waking - somehow perpetually aware of being watched, and then there would be kisses and everything that came after that. As it is, Nate can only appreciate the treat for as long as it lasts, and hope Eliot doesn't blame him for taking full advantage while he has the chance.