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Title: Full Circle
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words - Prompt 031 - Love
Author:
elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter Burke (Peter/Neal)
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: And so MMOM 2011 comes to an end. This fic will only really make sense if you go back to my first entry of the month, Guilty Stains.
A/N: I changed today’s prompt, it was supposed to be “fuck.” I thought upon it, and decided I liked love a whole lot better.
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Love was never supposed to be part of this equation. At least not between the two of them. Yes, love drove Neal to make his boneheaded escape. A few wise words about love lead Peter to agree to Neal’s bizarre work-release proposition.
But between Peter and Neal, no - there was not supposed to be love. At best, he hoped for grudging respect, maybe, just maybe, friendship. But not love.
Peter looked out over the bullpen. Neal had his head down, diligently working through a box of files. But he knew Peter was watching. Peter could tell, from the way his shoulders just slightly shifted, how his lips curled, how his eyelids drop for just a second.
Knowing that Neal loved him aroused him - not just physically - but mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. It was such a strange path they had taken, and he couldn’t quite see the end yet.
Neal looked up, catching his eye just for a moment. Peter knew what the look meant, and as wrong as it was to satisfy Neal, he couldn’t quite help himself today. Peter left his office, and without a sidelong glance at Neal, headed for the stairs and the archives.
It smelled like the basement stacks of a college library, and was just as private.
Peter corralled Neal between the 1967-68 civil rights division files, backing him into the cardboard boxes, holding him there with one arm
“Tell me, I need you to tell me.” Peter’s voice was harsh, urgent. This wasn’t a game they played. This was for real. It was their life.
Neal looked up at Peter, and Peter’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of those glowing blue eyes.
Neal smiled. “I love you, Peter Burke. Even if you steal my underpants and jack off into them.”
FIN
For: MMOM - Thirty (One) Dirty Words - Prompt 031 - Love
Author:
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Peter Burke (Peter/Neal)
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly
Summary: And so MMOM 2011 comes to an end. This fic will only really make sense if you go back to my first entry of the month, Guilty Stains.
A/N: I changed today’s prompt, it was supposed to be “fuck.” I thought upon it, and decided I liked love a whole lot better.
Love was never supposed to be part of this equation. At least not between the two of them. Yes, love drove Neal to make his boneheaded escape. A few wise words about love lead Peter to agree to Neal’s bizarre work-release proposition.
But between Peter and Neal, no - there was not supposed to be love. At best, he hoped for grudging respect, maybe, just maybe, friendship. But not love.
Peter looked out over the bullpen. Neal had his head down, diligently working through a box of files. But he knew Peter was watching. Peter could tell, from the way his shoulders just slightly shifted, how his lips curled, how his eyelids drop for just a second.
Knowing that Neal loved him aroused him - not just physically - but mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. It was such a strange path they had taken, and he couldn’t quite see the end yet.
Neal looked up, catching his eye just for a moment. Peter knew what the look meant, and as wrong as it was to satisfy Neal, he couldn’t quite help himself today. Peter left his office, and without a sidelong glance at Neal, headed for the stairs and the archives.
It smelled like the basement stacks of a college library, and was just as private.
Peter corralled Neal between the 1967-68 civil rights division files, backing him into the cardboard boxes, holding him there with one arm
“Tell me, I need you to tell me.” Peter’s voice was harsh, urgent. This wasn’t a game they played. This was for real. It was their life.
Neal looked up at Peter, and Peter’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of those glowing blue eyes.
Neal smiled. “I love you, Peter Burke. Even if you steal my underpants and jack off into them.”
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Date: 2011-05-31 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-31 04:35 pm (UTC)I've got a lot on my personal plate for the next few months, but I am definitely going to write as much as I can.
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Date: 2011-05-31 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-31 04:33 pm (UTC)I am going to miss everyone's porn on a regular basis. Gonna miss writing these ficlets too.
But I am going to do followups on a few of them, like I promised.
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Date: 2011-05-31 06:01 pm (UTC)just out of curiousity, is there significance to the choice of files?
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Date: 2011-05-31 06:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-31 08:08 pm (UTC)This is so romantic and lovely. Peter, you sentimental softie you! I love, love, LOVE it!!
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Date: 2011-05-31 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-01 05:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-04 02:00 am (UTC)