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elrhiarhodanTitle: Concealed in Plain Sight
Prompt: White Collar 100 - #044: Secret (2)
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Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Elizabeth (Peter/Elizabeth/Neal)
Fandom: White Collar
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly!
Summary: Elizabeth takes pleasure in their reconciliation, but she only sees what Peter and Neal chose to reveal.
Set after Conspiracy of Solace. Continues the Danger Series, which is now a single entry on AO3.
THE DANGER SERIES:
TARGET | HUNT | CASE | FILE | BACKGROUND | INTERROGATION | WITNESS | HOME | HOME 2 | FAMILY | FAMILY 2 | TEAM | UNIT | UNIT 2 | PAPER | CLAY | PAINT | INK | CHECK | CASH | CREDIT | LOAN | SAVINGS | GOLD | WIFE | SILVER | GLASS | PARTNER | BACKGROUND 2 | CLUE 2 | TRACK | BOYFRIEND | BOYFRIEND 2 | LOVER | FAMILY 3 | DIAMONDS | CREDIT 2 | WIFE 2 | LOVER 2 | PAINT 2 | FAMILY 3 |PAINT 3 | LOVER 3 | TIE | INNOCENT | WHISPER | SKIN | SECRET |
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Elizabeth woke up to an empty bed, but it still retained the warmth of its recent occupants. She had a vague recollection of shushing Peter and Neal and was sorry for that, because it drove her husbands away, out of this sanctuary.
She got up, washed up and went to look for her men.
El found them, curled up on the couch in the great room, whispering to each other. Neal was stroking Peter’s cheek and Peter had his face tucked into Neal’s shoulder. They didn’t see her standing there, and she watched, wishing she could hear what they were saying.
Neal wrapped his arms around Peter, a gesture of comfort, forgiveness, and her heart sang. It was going to be all right. She had worried - even though Neal had told Peter he’d forgiven him, she didn’t know if they’d ever recover the intimacy, Peter’s need for touch, Neal’s own craving for the simple contact that proximity brings.
It seemed that they had.
Satchmo busted her, trotting in, looking for breakfast and a morning walk. Her husbands looked up and she couldn’t quite decipher their expressions.
She kept her tone casual. “Everything okay?”
Neal smiled, but it was one of his con man grins, the ones she never trusted. “We’re good.” He looked at Peter for confirmation. Her husband nodded. “We’re very good.” Despite the false smile, El could see no discord or deception between Peter and Neal, and she supposed that’s what was important.
“What happens now?” She hoped against hope that this interlude in lotus-eater land would be coming to an end.
Peter didn’t say anything - he looked from her to Neal. Neal stared back.
“We’re still not safe. If anything, the danger’s greater - for all of us.”
“So, we can’t leave here?”
“Not yet, but soon.”
FIN
Prompt: White Collar 100 - #044: Secret (2)
Author:
elrhiarhodan Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Elizabeth (Peter/Elizabeth/Neal)
Fandom: White Collar
Spoilers: None
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: 300 Exactly!
Summary: Elizabeth takes pleasure in their reconciliation, but she only sees what Peter and Neal chose to reveal.
Set after Conspiracy of Solace. Continues the Danger Series, which is now a single entry on AO3.
THE DANGER SERIES:
TARGET | HUNT | CASE | FILE | BACKGROUND | INTERROGATION | WITNESS | HOME | HOME 2 | FAMILY | FAMILY 2 | TEAM | UNIT | UNIT 2 | PAPER | CLAY | PAINT | INK | CHECK | CASH | CREDIT | LOAN | SAVINGS | GOLD | WIFE | SILVER | GLASS | PARTNER | BACKGROUND 2 | CLUE 2 | TRACK | BOYFRIEND | BOYFRIEND 2 | LOVER | FAMILY 3 | DIAMONDS | CREDIT 2 | WIFE 2 | LOVER 2 | PAINT 2 | FAMILY 3 |PAINT 3 | LOVER 3 | TIE | INNOCENT | WHISPER | SKIN | SECRET |
Elizabeth woke up to an empty bed, but it still retained the warmth of its recent occupants. She had a vague recollection of shushing Peter and Neal and was sorry for that, because it drove her husbands away, out of this sanctuary.
She got up, washed up and went to look for her men.
El found them, curled up on the couch in the great room, whispering to each other. Neal was stroking Peter’s cheek and Peter had his face tucked into Neal’s shoulder. They didn’t see her standing there, and she watched, wishing she could hear what they were saying.
Neal wrapped his arms around Peter, a gesture of comfort, forgiveness, and her heart sang. It was going to be all right. She had worried - even though Neal had told Peter he’d forgiven him, she didn’t know if they’d ever recover the intimacy, Peter’s need for touch, Neal’s own craving for the simple contact that proximity brings.
It seemed that they had.
Satchmo busted her, trotting in, looking for breakfast and a morning walk. Her husbands looked up and she couldn’t quite decipher their expressions.
She kept her tone casual. “Everything okay?”
Neal smiled, but it was one of his con man grins, the ones she never trusted. “We’re good.” He looked at Peter for confirmation. Her husband nodded. “We’re very good.” Despite the false smile, El could see no discord or deception between Peter and Neal, and she supposed that’s what was important.
“What happens now?” She hoped against hope that this interlude in lotus-eater land would be coming to an end.
Peter didn’t say anything - he looked from her to Neal. Neal stared back.
“We’re still not safe. If anything, the danger’s greater - for all of us.”
“So, we can’t leave here?”
“Not yet, but soon.”
