Last chapter! I know that this story went rather fast, but as I said before, I already had a couple of chapters ready in advance. In my opinion, this chapter is not the best, but I'm still gonna use it because it gives the story a nice ending. This chapter is also rather short, like the last one, so I apologize for that.
I think I'm actually going to make a sequel for this story. What do you guys think? Review or PM me your thoughts. If you guys have any ideas for a story I could write, please, don't hesitate to tell me.
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About three weeks past since Eliot's captivity with Moreau. During that time, he seemed to have healed, although now, he seemed distant, and fragile. He was quiet, completed jobs with no comments, and had no interest in getting his and Parker's relationship back on track.
Parker recognized this, but decided to give the hitter time instead. She wanted him to be the one to come back. She didn't want to force it all on him. She knew she needed to give him time... but she didn't know how much time he really needed.
At times. she thought about whether or not Eliot even wanted to come back to her. But she forced herself to not think about it. She knew Eliot, and she knew that he was going to come back. He had to. He just needed time.
"Eliot?" Parker asked, stopping the hitter in the parking lot while he was on his way to his truck, about to go home.
He slowly turned around, looking at the thief with sad and distant eyes. "Parker, I need to get going. I have-"
"Eliot, please, talk to me," Parker interrupted. "I need to know why you're barely even speaking to me. What's wrong?"
Eliot sighed. A sudden boom of thunder struck the sky, making both of them jump. Now, something was definitely wrong, Parker thought. Eliot never jumps… or flinches… or gets caught off guard. "I can't… be with you, Parker," Eliot began. "It's not safe for you. Everywhere I go, I hurt someone. Like I hurt you. I don't want to do that again. I can't… do that again,"
"But it's my choice," Parker replied. "And I've chosen. I've chosen you. I want you. I love you, Eliot,"
The hitter fell silent. He looked around his surroundings; a slight drizzle was in play. He looked back at Parker, shaking his head, tears glossing his eyes. All of a sudden, he charged at her, picking up her head and smashing her lips against her own. Parker gasped, immediately kissing him back and placing her hands on his forearms. Eliot hungrily went after her mouth, a moan escaping his lips, the sound low from his throat. Parker gasped for air, her hands going around his neck, her nails digging into his back.
The drizzle turned into a heavy storm; but the two thieves didn't care. They just kept on kissing.
Eliot pushed Parker against an alley wall, kissing her over and over again. Parker pulled away and cupped his face, throwing her head against the wall, needing a break. She looked at Eliot, who looked back at her.
Her lips were swollen from kissing him, and her hair was a soaked mess. Her eyes were wide, as if she couldn't believe this was actually happening. She placed a hand on Eliot's cheek, coming to kiss him one more time.
"Come on," she said. "Let's get outta here,"
He nodded. "Yeah,"
They jumped into Eliot's truck, arriving at Eliot's home. Right when they shut the door, Eliot took off his shirt, throwing it God knows where, beginning to kiss her again. Parker pushed him towards his bedroom, pausing to take her own top off. She pushed him on the bed, landing on top of him, crashing her lips down on his.
Eliot groaned, his hands on her waist, traveling to her back…
The young man gasped awake, covered in sweat. He ran a shaking hand through his hair, realizing that it was all a dream. He sighed. He knew what he know had to do…
Eliot walked into the bar; Parker was just about to walk upstairs to the HQ, when she saw him. She smiled weakly, waving at him.
The hitter marched towards her, cupping her face and leaning down, his lips capturing hers.
He pushed her against a wall, but instead of kissing her with the hunger he had in his dream, he was kissing her gently, as if waiting for permission.
Parker slowly deepened the kiss, one hand going into his hair, the other on his shoulder.
After a couple of minutes, the two thieves separated, looking at each other.
"What was that for?" Parker asked breathlessly.
"I'm sorry, Parker," Eliot replied. "For taking so long to come back to you."
Parker caressed his face with her hand. "I'm just glad you're with me now," she whispered.
She brought her lips up to his, kissing him one more time. When they pulled away again, they smiled at each other, and then went upstairs for the briefing, holding hands.
Both the briefing and the job went well; the team completed it rather quickly. When it was all over and done with, Parker and Eliot decided to go back to Eliot's home. Right when Eliot shut the door, Parker jumped on him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her mouth on his.
Eliot laughed softly, kissing her back. The next thing they knew, they were on the bed, kissing and laughing. Parker was amazed at how their bodies seemed to fit together… like missing puzzle pieces finally put together.
When the passion between them simmered, they laid in bed together, Parker's head on Eliot's chest, Eliot's arm wrapped around her small form.
"Eliot?" Parker asked.
"What changed your mind?"
"You did darlin'," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "You changed my mind."
Parker laughed, looking up and kissing him. "No, really? What changed your mind?"
"I don't know," he said. "Just couldn't be without you any longer, I guess,"
They fell silent, just enjoying each other's presence.
Finally, Parker said, "I love you, Eliot,"
He smiled. "I love you too, darlin'."