Eliot's Hair

Parker bit her lip, trying to distract herself from the temptation that was sitting right in front of her. Her finger's itched with the need to reach out, it was the same itch she felt around money, jewels, pieces of art, or really anything that struck her fancy. The urge to just reach out and just touch it... She made a fist, allowing her nails to bite into her palms. She needed to distract herself.

"What?" Eliot asked her, his eyebrows pulled together the way they did when he was irritated or trying to look menacing. She hoped it was the first one.

"Nothing."

"Then why are you staring at me like that?" It wasn't distrust but there was a look on his face that was pretty close to it. It was a look she knew well, he was usually looking at her like that.

She made a noncommittal gesture that made him narrow his eyes at her.

Parker pursed her lips. It was so close. How easy it would be to just reach out and touch it. Wait until he wasn't looking at her and just go for it. He probably wouldn't notice...

"Parker!"

She jumped and tried to look innocent, like she wasn't thinking about what she was obviously thinking about. "What?"

"What are you staring at?"

"Nothing."

Elliot let out a sigh, closing his eyes as if something was physically painful.

Parker's eyes darted to the object of her current obsession and back to his face.

"Just do it." It was obviously something that he didn't want to happen but was willing to allow, just this once.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Before he even managed to voice his agreement Parker had already lunged across the table at him and buried both of her hands in his hair.
It was so soft, like the fur of some small animal that coats were made of- like a chinchilla. Or a bunny.

She ran her fingers through his hair, grinning at the texture of it before jumping up from the table and jogging to the door that lead out of the screening room. Sticking her head back through the door, she offered a high pitched "thanks, Eliot!" and disappeared.

Shaking his head, partially to fix his hair and partially in amusement.

"You didn't have to let her do that." Sophie's voice came from behind him.

"I know."

"That was really nice of you."

Eliot let out a chuckle. "She is not the first and won't be the last to want to touch my hair. The ladies love it."

"Now you just have to worry about her sneaking into your apartment while you are asleep and cutting it all off to keep for herself." This came from Nate who was walking through the screening room, a cup of coffee in his hands.

"She wouldn't do that." He paused. This WAS Parker they were talking about. "Right?"

Neither Nate nor Sophie replied, instead walked out of the room.

"Right?!" Eliot yelled at their retreating backs. Neither of them replied.

What had he just done?