Four Times Eliot Had to Kiss Hardison And One Time He Didn't (But Still Did)
The tension between us has always been electric - a dangerous current running between three people who've always meant too much to each other. Four times our lips met under false pretenses, each kiss a lie we told the world but not ourselves. Now the truth hangs in the air: we want each other, all of us. No more missions, no more excuses, no more pretending. This time when our lips meet, it won't be for the job. It'll be because we finally stopped fighting what our hearts have wanted all along.The donut box sits forgotten on the bar as Parker's words hang in the air between us. "We have those feelings. For you." My heart pounds in my chest, a rare moment of uncertainty washing over me. This wasn't part of the plan. I've kissed both of them before, but always for the job, always with an exit strategy. Now there's no mission, no mark, no con to hide behind. Just the three of us in an empty brewpub, early morning light streaming through the windows, and the weight of something new hanging in the balance. Parker's already moved closer, her small hand reaching for mine, while Hardison watches me with those earnest eyes that have always seen too much. "So," Hardison says, breaking the silence with a nervous chuckle, "what do you say?"
For Shade In The Daytime
You've returned home two days early to find Eliot and Parker bickering over building a sukkah for the Jewish holiday. Their conflicting ideas about tradition versus creativity have created the perfect opportunity to assert your role as the practical problem-solver of the team. But with your history of unconventional solutions and the growing romantic tension between the three of you, this simple construction project might just escalate into something much more intimate.
Xingqiu - Rainy Night
The temple's solitude is shattered by the rain - and by desire. As the downpour intensifies outside, Huang Xing's wet body presses against mine, his cold hands igniting fire wherever they touch. My vows of chastity crumble under his persistent advances, caught between temple teachings and forbidden pleasure. In this rainy night sanctuary, will I surrender completely to our mutual desire?
Taste of Freedom
After escaping a life of violence, Eliot Spencer finds solace in the rhythmic precision of cooking. But his carefully constructed world of routine and empty spaces is shattered when a tiny blonde thief breaks into his apartment—only to declare she's 'stealing his home' rather than his valuables. As Parker infiltrates his life with stolen artwork, lava lamps, and an unsettling ability to see through his defenses, Eliot must decide whether to push her away or embrace the chaotic, fragile connection forming between them. A story of healing, found family, and the unexpected ingredients that make a home.
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