I've not written anything properly for a while, so I asked for some prompts on my Twitter, and this is one of them. Though I did sneak a little Eliot in there as well =/ =D

Prompt: leverage. parker and hardison: peanut butter

For Vicky =D

Stop Pulling!

"Ow! Ow! Hardison stop it! Ow! That hurts!" Parker shrieked, her voice echoing through the silence of the apartment. "Stop pulling!"

Hearing the yells, Eliot dropped the bags of shopping smack bang in the middle of the doorway, racing through to the kitchen. If Hardison was hurting her, well, Hardison better not be hurting her, that was all there was to it. Skidding to a halt in the doorway he froze, half shocked by what he was seeing.

Parker was perched on the counter top, hair brushed to one side, while Hardison stood behind her, massaging peanut butter of all things, into a single strand of her hair, his clumsy fingers occasionally tangling and catching on something.

"Ow! Stop that!" The blonde pouted, turning and scowling up at her boyfriend.

"I did tell you not to chew gum while you were testing out your rigs." The hacker sighed, massaging a little more peanut butter into her hair. "You can't blame anyone but yourself for this babe." Rubbing at the strand of hair for a little while longer, he stepped back. "All gone. But you should wash the peanut butter out now."

Parker jumped down off the side, pecking Hardison on the lips and heading off to the bathroom. Looking up, a dopey smile lingering on his lips, the hacker frowned at Eliot. "What? She had gum in her hair!"

"Peanut butter Hardison? Really?"

"Hey, it works." The younger man shrugged, twisting the lid back on the jar and putting it away. "But don't worry, it's not the only thing we use it for."