It’s not something they meant to happen. It’s more like something they fell into; gradually, without realizing it. Kind of like the way you sit down to watch a new show with a box of Girl Scout cookies: the next time you look at the clock, it’s three am and you’ve binged the whole first season and the entire box of cookies.
Or maybe that was just Quinn.
Eliot still hadn’t forgiven him for eating all the Thin Mints.
Anyway, they hadn’t meant to fall for each other, until they were already neck deep in love; hadn’t intended to live together, until Quinn’s entire wardrobe somehow ended up in Eliot’s closet. And they certainly hadn’t planned on telling Eliot’s teammates they were—
“Damn it, no we’re not married, Hardison.”
“Well, except in Alabama, Oklahoma, and Colorado,” Quinn said. Eliot opened and then shut his mouth.
“Brazil,” he added. “And Estonia.”
The hacker’s jaw was practically on the floor.
“Don’t forget Israel, or France,” Quinn nudged Eliot’s side.
“Czech Republic. Most of Australia, too.”
He could see Hardison out of the corner of his eye mouthing “most?” to Parker, who was looking back and forth between him and Eliot with fascination.
“Taiwan.” He glanced at Eliot with his best shit-eating grin. Eliot glared at him.
“I thought I told you not to mention Taiwan ever. Again.” Quinn just raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
“Hey, darling, I’m not the one who brought it up. He’s your nerd.”
Eliot shook his head. “Nope. Now that they know we’re married, darling, he’s your nerd too.”
Quinn turned to Hardison, a playful threat ready, when the door of the Brewpub chimed.
A small girl in a green sash and skirt walked up to them. “Does anyone want to buy some Girl Scout cookies?”
Eliot bought two boxes of Thin Mints, glaring at Quinn whole time.