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elrhiarhodanTitle: The Cold, Empty Pulse of Night - Part 1 / ?
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey
Prompt #087 - Touch
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 – Exactly
Summary: Neal needs to forget, just for a night.
Beta Credit:coffeethyme4me
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The music pulsed like a living thing, hard and hot and vital and Neal gyrated like a dervish. His body rocking to the beat and moving without conscious thought. It didn’t matter than Neal was surrounded by a hundred other bodies – the anonymity made it better. Dancing together, they were like a living organism, joining and separating and reforming into a single whole, only to split apart with the next beat, the next breath.
Neal had been coming to this club for months. He found it by accident one sleepless night. He was running through Riverside, trying to forget, trying to force his body into exhaustion. It didn’t work, but he kept at it. It was better than lying in bed, thinking about everything he couldn’t have. He had paused at a corner and noticed a pair of well-dressed men disappear into an empty office building.
Letting his body grow still, Neal listened and felt the beat of the music. Another couple, two men in matching Armani approached and he followed them. The bouncer at the door denied him entrance. He was sweaty and messy and even underground gay dance clubs had standards.
The next night, Neal was admitted with an obsequious smile. Why wouldn’t he be - dressed in obscenely tight black pants, a white shirt opened to the third button and black leather gloves. The dance floor was packed with writhing bodies and he plunged right in.
No one touched him; no one could - no matter how beautiful, no matter how desirable. That wasn’t what he wanted. He was here to exorcise his demon for the space of a single night.
Tomorrow would bring more hurt. Peter would smile, touch his arm or his shoulder and his heart would break. It always did, and he thought it always would.
To Be Continued
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elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey
Prompt #087 - Touch
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 – Exactly
Summary: Neal needs to forget, just for a night.
Beta Credit:
coffeethyme4meThe music pulsed like a living thing, hard and hot and vital and Neal gyrated like a dervish. His body rocking to the beat and moving without conscious thought. It didn’t matter than Neal was surrounded by a hundred other bodies – the anonymity made it better. Dancing together, they were like a living organism, joining and separating and reforming into a single whole, only to split apart with the next beat, the next breath.
Neal had been coming to this club for months. He found it by accident one sleepless night. He was running through Riverside, trying to forget, trying to force his body into exhaustion. It didn’t work, but he kept at it. It was better than lying in bed, thinking about everything he couldn’t have. He had paused at a corner and noticed a pair of well-dressed men disappear into an empty office building.
Letting his body grow still, Neal listened and felt the beat of the music. Another couple, two men in matching Armani approached and he followed them. The bouncer at the door denied him entrance. He was sweaty and messy and even underground gay dance clubs had standards.
The next night, Neal was admitted with an obsequious smile. Why wouldn’t he be - dressed in obscenely tight black pants, a white shirt opened to the third button and black leather gloves. The dance floor was packed with writhing bodies and he plunged right in.
No one touched him; no one could - no matter how beautiful, no matter how desirable. That wasn’t what he wanted. He was here to exorcise his demon for the space of a single night.
Tomorrow would bring more hurt. Peter would smile, touch his arm or his shoulder and his heart would break. It always did, and he thought it always would.
To Be Continued
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Date: 2012-04-14 06:09 pm (UTC)It's a weirdly hot vignette considering "No one touched him - no one could..." I love the idea of Neal exhausting himself this way and look forward to the next installment.
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Date: 2012-04-19 03:43 am (UTC)YAY!!
...but patience is a virtue...
::settles in to wait, and maybe actually write a few more paragraphs of my own stories...::
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Date: 2012-04-15 07:54 am (UTC)I want to put this Neal together with the lonely AU!Peter in your other story...
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