The shoes pinch, the stockings are cutting off the circulation in his legs, and Eliot now knows why women complain about sexy underwear because he was even more inclined to kill someone than usual simply from having to wear the damned things. He couldn't keep still because of the shoes and the panties and having the others all stare at him wasn't helping either.
He tried to direct their attention back to what was more important than staring at him in Parker's body, "Still no word from Dean? Aren't you supposed to be some kind of genius, Hardison? You can't find one guy when he's only been out of town for a day?"
"Oh no! You do not get to pin this on me. I'd like to point out that we have already established that your boyfriend, Mr. I'm-Electronically-Dead-To-Everyone-In-The-World-Including-The-CIA-And-The-FBI, isn't that easy to track and it isn't for lack of trying on my part. I can't make Dean Winchester magically appear just because you want to show him how great Parker's legs look in heels. I can't help it you don’t have anyone to stroke knives with."
"Speaking of stroking knives, Sophie, would you check on Parker? She's been in the bathroom for quite some time now."
Both Hardison and Eliot stared at Nate in a mixture of shock and awed repulsion. Sophie rolled her eyes at them before dutifully knocking on the bathroom door.
"Parker? Do you---"
Eliot's head poked out of the door and hissed, "Eliot! Get in here!"
Eliot wobbled in Parker's heels to slide into the bathroom with his body. He barely heard Hardison asking, "You don't think she's really...you know, right? No. I mean, I---"
The door shut before he could hear what Hardison would or wouldn't do if he were the one swapped into Eliot's body by an evil amulet. Parker fidgeted in front of him, the movement awkward in his bigger body. He had never noticed how broad he seemed, how hulking his movements could be. No wonder people thought he was intimidating.
"Parker? What's wrong?"
Other than everything, Eliot thought with a grimace.
She told the floor, "You have to go."
"What? You just told me to get in here!"
"No!"
She shifted from foot to foot, obviously distressed, "I mean you have to go."
"Oh! Okay then. That's okay. I think you can figure it out, Parker. It's not like you're the most modest girl I've ever met. I saw you naked the first time on the first day I met you. What's the big deal?"
Eliot was struck by how much of Parker he could see reflected in his own face when she finally looked up at him. He had never realized how distinct her expressions were until right then.
"That's different. That's my body. I can do whatever I want with my body. It's mine. This one is yours. It's yours, Eliot, and I don't want to take---to do things with it just because I can. That's not right at all. It's yours."
He suddenly felt a lot worse about all the feeling up he'd been doing while trying to keep his underwear in place and his stockings upright. Eliot considered that Parker might be crazy but she might also be a little right; there was a difference between sharing one's own body and sharing someone else's.
If he were Sophie, he'd know a million different things to say to make it better for her but he wasn't Sophie and while he might be wearing Parker's skin, he wasn't Parker either. He was only himself and that was all he had to offer.
"How about for right now you think of it as yours. Like we're sharing. What's mine is yours and---and you can not worry about it because it's not your fault and I won't take it personal, okay?"
Parker seized him in a hug and Eliot was reminded forcefully of how frail her body was in comparison to his own. He gasped for air and wished very hard for Dean to get the urge to check in.
"Parker?"
She let up on her fierce embrace and mumbled into his hair, "I'm going to have to touch your penis."
Eliot forced himself not to think too much on that.
"Yeah. I know."
He felt her sigh.
"This wasn't how I imagined I'd get to touch your penis."
"Yeah."
Yeah, that was another thing Eliot was not going to think about too much. He had a feeling he'd have a list of Things Not To Think About before this was over. Dean Winchester definitely owed him a six-pack for this.
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this wasn't how i imagined it, Leverage/Supernatural, Eliot/Parker, bodyswap!
Date: 2009-09-25 04:52 am (UTC)He tried to direct their attention back to what was more important than staring at him in Parker's body, "Still no word from Dean? Aren't you supposed to be some kind of genius, Hardison? You can't find one guy when he's only been out of town for a day?"
"Oh no! You do not get to pin this on me. I'd like to point out that we have already established that your boyfriend, Mr. I'm-Electronically-Dead-To-Everyone-In-The-World-Including-The-CIA-And-The-FBI, isn't that easy to track and it isn't for lack of trying on my part. I can't make Dean Winchester magically appear just because you want to show him how great Parker's legs look in heels. I can't help it you don’t have anyone to stroke knives with."
"Speaking of stroking knives, Sophie, would you check on Parker? She's been in the bathroom for quite some time now."
Both Hardison and Eliot stared at Nate in a mixture of shock and awed repulsion. Sophie rolled her eyes at them before dutifully knocking on the bathroom door.
"Parker? Do you---"
Eliot's head poked out of the door and hissed, "Eliot! Get in here!"
Eliot wobbled in Parker's heels to slide into the bathroom with his body. He barely heard Hardison asking, "You don't think she's really...you know, right? No. I mean, I---"
The door shut before he could hear what Hardison would or wouldn't do if he were the one swapped into Eliot's body by an evil amulet. Parker fidgeted in front of him, the movement awkward in his bigger body. He had never noticed how broad he seemed, how hulking his movements could be. No wonder people thought he was intimidating.
"Parker? What's wrong?"
Other than everything, Eliot thought with a grimace.
She told the floor, "You have to go."
"What? You just told me to get in here!"
"No!"
She shifted from foot to foot, obviously distressed, "I mean you have to go."
"Oh! Okay then. That's okay. I think you can figure it out, Parker. It's not like you're the most modest girl I've ever met. I saw you naked the first time on the first day I met you. What's the big deal?"
Eliot was struck by how much of Parker he could see reflected in his own face when she finally looked up at him. He had never realized how distinct her expressions were until right then.
"That's different. That's my body. I can do whatever I want with my body. It's mine. This one is yours. It's yours, Eliot, and I don't want to take---to do things with it just because I can. That's not right at all. It's yours."
He suddenly felt a lot worse about all the feeling up he'd been doing while trying to keep his underwear in place and his stockings upright. Eliot considered that Parker might be crazy but she might also be a little right; there was a difference between sharing one's own body and sharing someone else's.
If he were Sophie, he'd know a million different things to say to make it better for her but he wasn't Sophie and while he might be wearing Parker's skin, he wasn't Parker either. He was only himself and that was all he had to offer.
"How about for right now you think of it as yours. Like we're sharing. What's mine is yours and---and you can not worry about it because it's not your fault and I won't take it personal, okay?"
Parker seized him in a hug and Eliot was reminded forcefully of how frail her body was in comparison to his own. He gasped for air and wished very hard for Dean to get the urge to check in.
"Parker?"
She let up on her fierce embrace and mumbled into his hair, "I'm going to have to touch your penis."
Eliot forced himself not to think too much on that.
"Yeah. I know."
He felt her sigh.
"This wasn't how I imagined I'd get to touch your penis."
"Yeah."
Yeah, that was another thing Eliot was not going to think about too much. He had a feeling he'd have a list of Things Not To Think About before this was over. Dean Winchester definitely owed him a six-pack for this.