Another Leverage Fic because I'm predictable AF

I'm baaaaaack with more Leverage feels. Specifically, more Parker/Eliot feels. This fic happened in about the span of 1 week and it would NOT stop growing. (Also I need a Leverage icon now asdfggkjl)

Title: Somewhere to Lay Your Head
Rating: T
Fandom: Leverage
Pairing/Characters: Parker/Eliot Spencer
Critical Tags: Fluff
Summary: After a job, the only thing that Eliot wants to do is crash.
Excerpt:

Eliot could sleep like the dead. Airplanes, the back of the van, the bed of an army truck bouncing over a road that was more potholes than asphalt - he had and would continue to sleep in any of them without any apparent issue. In fact, it was usually necessary to be able to conk out in any of the above situations otherwise Eliot wouldn't be able to do what he needed. Being on guard, ready to fire on all cylinders required being well rested.

Being in the Leverage, Inc. crew didn't change that need. Plenty of their jobs had grueling timetables which required the hitter to be awake for way too many hours after far, far less minutes dedicated for sleep. There was a crash that came after most of them, especially on the ones where various limbs and organs had taken a beating. All part of the job. All the more reason to be able to drop onto the couch and grab, if not forty, then a handful of winks on demand.

He was vaguely aware that the rest of the team struggled to address exactly what their decorum should be during these crashes. When he got to sleep during a job, well, they didn't hold off from their complaints, comments, and unnaturally loud whatever the hell it was Hardison found necessary to do over comms. It was just in the aftermath that they walked on eggshells.

Well, nearly all of the team. There was one particular thief who didn't have any inclination to change how she dealt with dead-to-the-world Eliot versus on-the-job Eliot.