The endorphin rush from Peter’s farewell lasted until Neal’s plane was in the air. The flight was about half full, and Neal had the row to himself. He spent the time reviewing the case file and frankly, felt very grown up. He paid for Internet access, and pinged Elizabeth.
Neal: Sorry I disturbed you this morning, Mrs. Grumpyface.
Elizabeth: If you’re trying to make me feel bad, you’re not succeeding.
Neal: Not really trying, but it would be bonus points if you found yourself feeling mildly guilty about not giving me a kiss goodbye.
Elizabeth: I think the kiss I gave you before we all fell into a post-coital coma was sufficient.
Neal: Oooh, you’re talking dirty to me. Are we sexting now?
Elizabeth: In your dreams, mister!
Neal: You should have seen the kiss your husband gave me at the airport.
Elizabeth: Was it hot?
Neal: Hot like the sun, babe. It sent me into another dimension. The one where only Peter Burke’s lips seem to exist.
Elizabeth: And now you’ve found the secret to our marriage.
Neal: I’m still feeling it, btw.
Elizabeth: Don’t tell me, you’re hard.
Neal: Like wood.
Elizabeth: Are you going to go into the lav and jerk off?
Neal: Elizabeth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Elizabeth: Just asking. It’s not like your palms are going to turn furry or anything.
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Date: 2011-10-26 12:47 pm (UTC)Neal: Sorry I disturbed you this morning, Mrs. Grumpyface.
Elizabeth: If you’re trying to make me feel bad, you’re not succeeding.
Neal: Not really trying, but it would be bonus points if you found yourself feeling mildly guilty about not giving me a kiss goodbye.
Elizabeth: I think the kiss I gave you before we all fell into a post-coital coma was sufficient.
Neal: Oooh, you’re talking dirty to me. Are we sexting now?
Elizabeth: In your dreams, mister!
Neal: You should have seen the kiss your husband gave me at the airport.
Elizabeth: Was it hot?
Neal: Hot like the sun, babe. It sent me into another dimension. The one where only Peter Burke’s lips seem to exist.
Elizabeth: And now you’ve found the secret to our marriage.
Neal: I’m still feeling it, btw.
Elizabeth: Don’t tell me, you’re hard.
Neal: Like wood.
Elizabeth: Are you going to go into the lav and jerk off?
Neal: Elizabeth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Elizabeth: Just asking. It’s not like your palms are going to turn furry or anything.