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dontwantmebackTitle: Sexytimes Part Thirty-Four - Neal/Elizabeth
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal Caffrey/Elizabeth Burke
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 500 words
Neal had no idea why Elizabeth was sleeping in his bed. All he knew was he'd come home to June informing him Mozzie had brought around a lady friend, left without her, and a note on his door in Mozzie's tidy scrawl that read: Mrs. Suit is taking a respite in the safety of our humble abode. Disturb at your own risk.
Like he had any claim to Neal's house to begin with.
There was no explanation, not a single word of it, but when he quietly slipped inside, there was Elizabeth curled up on Neal's bed. Completely undressed and wearing one of Neal's best shirts, and he couldn't even be mad about it because it was Elizabeth and the shirt was too tight around her chest, making it creeping toward impossible to button and the one in the center of her chest stretched enough that Neal was sure it would pop with only the littlest encouragement. And with Elizabeth being the attractive woman Neal loved like his own wife, that was probably not a good thing. He went over to try to rouse her, got a sleepy smile and a kiss right on the lips for his efforts.
"It's Neal," he protested, pushing her back gently. "Not Peter."
"I know," Elizabeth answered, and kissed him again. Neal should have objected, moved away, but he did love Elizabeth, and she was already practically naked in his bed. And even if Peter was his friend, he couldn't really turn down an offer like that. So he kissed her back, and went easily enough when she pulled him up onto the bed with her, though he wondered if she was really aware she was kissing him, not having some half-dream about Peter. Elizabeth was unexpectedly gentle with the suit he was wearing for all the rush she seemed to be in to get it off him, and he really doubted she was that way with Peter's much cheaper suits; that put to rest any doubts he had about her awareness.
It turned out he was right about that strained button. The lightest tug on it sent it shooting to clatter across the floor somewhere, and the rest of the buttons followed suit as soon as Neal realised he would never be able to wear it again without remembering what happened anyway, and so just ripped the shirt open. She slid his shirt off his shoulders, pulled his under shirt up over his head, and Neal let them both go easily, shifting to put enough space between them that her hands could work his belt loose too.
And then Elizabeth's phone rang from its spot on the bedside table. Neal caught a glimpse of it before she reached for it, saw Peter's smiling face on the display and realised he couldn't do that to Peter. He couldn't sleep with his friend's wife. So he sighed, pushed away from her and pulled his shirt back on, fastened his belt back in place.
"Your husband."
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal Caffrey/Elizabeth Burke
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 500 words
Neal had no idea why Elizabeth was sleeping in his bed. All he knew was he'd come home to June informing him Mozzie had brought around a lady friend, left without her, and a note on his door in Mozzie's tidy scrawl that read: Mrs. Suit is taking a respite in the safety of our humble abode. Disturb at your own risk.
Like he had any claim to Neal's house to begin with.
There was no explanation, not a single word of it, but when he quietly slipped inside, there was Elizabeth curled up on Neal's bed. Completely undressed and wearing one of Neal's best shirts, and he couldn't even be mad about it because it was Elizabeth and the shirt was too tight around her chest, making it creeping toward impossible to button and the one in the center of her chest stretched enough that Neal was sure it would pop with only the littlest encouragement. And with Elizabeth being the attractive woman Neal loved like his own wife, that was probably not a good thing. He went over to try to rouse her, got a sleepy smile and a kiss right on the lips for his efforts.
"It's Neal," he protested, pushing her back gently. "Not Peter."
"I know," Elizabeth answered, and kissed him again. Neal should have objected, moved away, but he did love Elizabeth, and she was already practically naked in his bed. And even if Peter was his friend, he couldn't really turn down an offer like that. So he kissed her back, and went easily enough when she pulled him up onto the bed with her, though he wondered if she was really aware she was kissing him, not having some half-dream about Peter. Elizabeth was unexpectedly gentle with the suit he was wearing for all the rush she seemed to be in to get it off him, and he really doubted she was that way with Peter's much cheaper suits; that put to rest any doubts he had about her awareness.
It turned out he was right about that strained button. The lightest tug on it sent it shooting to clatter across the floor somewhere, and the rest of the buttons followed suit as soon as Neal realised he would never be able to wear it again without remembering what happened anyway, and so just ripped the shirt open. She slid his shirt off his shoulders, pulled his under shirt up over his head, and Neal let them both go easily, shifting to put enough space between them that her hands could work his belt loose too.
And then Elizabeth's phone rang from its spot on the bedside table. Neal caught a glimpse of it before she reached for it, saw Peter's smiling face on the display and realised he couldn't do that to Peter. He couldn't sleep with his friend's wife. So he sighed, pushed away from her and pulled his shirt back on, fastened his belt back in place.
"Your husband."