There Are Butterflies Having Sex Outside My Window

No, that is not lyrics to a song.

There are actually butterflies having sex in the sapling oak tree right outside my office window.

( Seriously NSFW )

I know nothing about butterflies - about what type of butterflies these are. But they are huge. The body is as about the size of my thumb and the folded wings are about the size of my palm.

Over the years, I've written some pretty freaky things, but I don't think I could write any fanfiction for this. I'll leave it up to my bestie, rabidchild67to come up with something appropriately Peter/Neal-ish for this. After all, she's written A Crisis in the Life of an Echinoideic Spermatocyte.

Honestly, I much prefer these butterflies:

That bush is also right outside my office window. Come to think of it, it seems I have a lot of wildlife just outside my office. Remember my post about Shelob?

I'm okay with this. As long as they stay outside my office.

And I've shut my shades, got to give those creatures a little privacy.

White Collar Ficlet - The Cold Empty Pulse of Night (5/ ?)

Title: The Cold, Empty Pulse of Night - Part 5 / ?
Author: elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey
Prompt #041 - Evidence
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 – Exactly
Beta Credit: coffeethyme4me
Summary: Neal needs to forget, just for a night.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

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( Chapter Five )