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kathierif_ficTitle: Don't You Want Me
Author: Kathie
Fandom: White Collar
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, blah.
Rating: FRT-13
Pairing: Peter/Elizabeth, Peter/Neal (implied)
Summary: El was the single most awesome woman that had ever existed, even before she got Peter this particular present.
Warnings: AU/hooker!AU
Word Count: 871
A/Ns: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
au_bingo prompt other: prostitutes. Title - from a song again. Also, I have no idea where all those White Collar-bunnies suddenly come from!
It was a good thing – a great thing even – that Elizabeth Burke was the single most awesome woman that had ever existed, Peter thought as he leaned back in his chair, the memory of a wonderful dinner still fresh in his mind and the taste of rich chocolate cake and a good wine still clinging to his tastebuds.
Elizabeth grinned at him from her side of the table. She was dressed in a red dress that made Peter’s groin stir, and one of her feet was resting, hidden by the long tablecloth, in his lap and teasing him gently.
He smiled at her. “I love you, honey.”
“I love you too.” She hid her grin behind the rim of her wine glass. “You just wait until you see what I got you for your birthday.”
She waved off his protest before more than a few syllables had left his mouth – the expensive dinner was present enough for Peter, and she shouldn’t have – and signaled for the check.
Peter leaned back again and watched her as she smiled at the waiter and paid for their meal.
“You look stunning,” he told her as he helped her into her coat, and to his delight, “he saw the blush creep into her cheeks at the compliment. “Seeing you in this dress alone is enough of a present for me.”
She laughed and refused to tell him what other surprise she had planned for him, and his curiosity only grew when she took his hand and guided him to a taxi cab. It only got worse when they pulled to the curb in front of a hotel.
“Honey?” he asked questioningly, but she only laughed in delight again and pulled him out of the cab and into the hotel.
She apparently knew her way around and knew exactly where she wanted to go, because she didn’t stop to ask for a room number and the hotel employees didn’t do as much as twitch a single muscle as she led Peter to the bank of elevators and selected the eighth floor.
She distracted him from the millions of questions running through his mind with a deep kiss that erased every trace of chocolate cake and replaced it with her own taste, so familiar and still, after all the time, so arousing.
“Now,” she said as the elevator slowed and finally came to a gentle stop, “remember, you can always say no and we’ll do something different. We can still catch a movie at the theater, if you rather want that.”
Peter frowned slightly. His curiosity grew almost unbearable, and he didn’t resist as she led him to one particular door and knocked gently.
The door was opened only moments later, and Peter found himself face to face with bright blue eyes and artfully tousled hair.
He swallowed reflexively, but his mouth had gone dry like a desert and he was unable to do more than just stare at the man in front of him, at the tightly-fitting pants and the tasteful dress shirt open at the top to reveal the length of a pale throat.
Neal Caffrey.
Neal smiled, flashing pearly white teeth. “Elizabeth,” he said. “Right on time!”
“Neal,” she returned his greeting with a smile in her voice before closing her fingers around her husband’s upper arm. “I’m sure you remember my husband, Peter.”
The smile widened. “But of course,” Neal said charmingly. “If you want to cuff me tonight, you get to pay extra for it.”
Peter glanced at Elizabeth from the corner of his eyes. “El?” he asked.
She smiled and stretched, to give him a peck on the cheek. “Happy birthday, honey,” she said. “Do you like your present?”
“My…present?” he repeated.
Neal’s smile turned blinding.
“Yeah,” Elizabeth said patiently. “He’s yours for the whole night, if you want him.”
Peter could only stand and stare at the two of them. He’d been involved in arresting Neal Caffrey once, and he knew how much it would cost to “rent” him for an entire night.
Neal Caffrey was the highest-priced prostitute Peter had ever arrested and later questioned as a witness. If rumors were to be believed, he was worth every single cent of his fee.
Neal Caffrey wasn’t just a very pricy prostitute, he was supposed to be a very good one, too.
“What do you think?” Elizabeth asked, just the barest hint of worry creeping into her voice.
Peter’s lips curved into a smile.
“You bought me a hooker for my birthday,” he stated.
Neal grinned widely. If he was bothered by getting called a hooker, he hid it well.
Elizabeth laughed, apparently satisfied by his response. She stood on tiptoes, kissed his cheek and said, “I’ll see you in the morning. Enjoy your present, honey.”
And with these words, she turned and left the two of them alone.
Peter shook his head slightly as he stepped fully into the room and into Neal’s arms.
Elizabeth had gotten him a hooker for his birthday, and of course she’d figured it out and found the one and only person, besides her, Peter had obsessed about for days or weeks at a time.
She definitely was the single most perfect woman ever.
~end
Author: Kathie
Fandom: White Collar
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true, blah.
Rating: FRT-13
Pairing: Peter/Elizabeth, Peter/Neal (implied)
Summary: El was the single most awesome woman that had ever existed, even before she got Peter this particular present.
Warnings: AU/hooker!AU
Word Count: 871
A/Ns: written for
au_bingo prompt other: prostitutes. Title - from a song again. Also, I have no idea where all those White Collar-bunnies suddenly come from!It was a good thing – a great thing even – that Elizabeth Burke was the single most awesome woman that had ever existed, Peter thought as he leaned back in his chair, the memory of a wonderful dinner still fresh in his mind and the taste of rich chocolate cake and a good wine still clinging to his tastebuds.
Elizabeth grinned at him from her side of the table. She was dressed in a red dress that made Peter’s groin stir, and one of her feet was resting, hidden by the long tablecloth, in his lap and teasing him gently.
He smiled at her. “I love you, honey.”
“I love you too.” She hid her grin behind the rim of her wine glass. “You just wait until you see what I got you for your birthday.”
She waved off his protest before more than a few syllables had left his mouth – the expensive dinner was present enough for Peter, and she shouldn’t have – and signaled for the check.
Peter leaned back again and watched her as she smiled at the waiter and paid for their meal.
“You look stunning,” he told her as he helped her into her coat, and to his delight, “he saw the blush creep into her cheeks at the compliment. “Seeing you in this dress alone is enough of a present for me.”
She laughed and refused to tell him what other surprise she had planned for him, and his curiosity only grew when she took his hand and guided him to a taxi cab. It only got worse when they pulled to the curb in front of a hotel.
“Honey?” he asked questioningly, but she only laughed in delight again and pulled him out of the cab and into the hotel.
She apparently knew her way around and knew exactly where she wanted to go, because she didn’t stop to ask for a room number and the hotel employees didn’t do as much as twitch a single muscle as she led Peter to the bank of elevators and selected the eighth floor.
She distracted him from the millions of questions running through his mind with a deep kiss that erased every trace of chocolate cake and replaced it with her own taste, so familiar and still, after all the time, so arousing.
“Now,” she said as the elevator slowed and finally came to a gentle stop, “remember, you can always say no and we’ll do something different. We can still catch a movie at the theater, if you rather want that.”
Peter frowned slightly. His curiosity grew almost unbearable, and he didn’t resist as she led him to one particular door and knocked gently.
The door was opened only moments later, and Peter found himself face to face with bright blue eyes and artfully tousled hair.
He swallowed reflexively, but his mouth had gone dry like a desert and he was unable to do more than just stare at the man in front of him, at the tightly-fitting pants and the tasteful dress shirt open at the top to reveal the length of a pale throat.
Neal Caffrey.
Neal smiled, flashing pearly white teeth. “Elizabeth,” he said. “Right on time!”
“Neal,” she returned his greeting with a smile in her voice before closing her fingers around her husband’s upper arm. “I’m sure you remember my husband, Peter.”
The smile widened. “But of course,” Neal said charmingly. “If you want to cuff me tonight, you get to pay extra for it.”
Peter glanced at Elizabeth from the corner of his eyes. “El?” he asked.
She smiled and stretched, to give him a peck on the cheek. “Happy birthday, honey,” she said. “Do you like your present?”
“My…present?” he repeated.
Neal’s smile turned blinding.
“Yeah,” Elizabeth said patiently. “He’s yours for the whole night, if you want him.”
Peter could only stand and stare at the two of them. He’d been involved in arresting Neal Caffrey once, and he knew how much it would cost to “rent” him for an entire night.
Neal Caffrey was the highest-priced prostitute Peter had ever arrested and later questioned as a witness. If rumors were to be believed, he was worth every single cent of his fee.
Neal Caffrey wasn’t just a very pricy prostitute, he was supposed to be a very good one, too.
“What do you think?” Elizabeth asked, just the barest hint of worry creeping into her voice.
Peter’s lips curved into a smile.
“You bought me a hooker for my birthday,” he stated.
Neal grinned widely. If he was bothered by getting called a hooker, he hid it well.
Elizabeth laughed, apparently satisfied by his response. She stood on tiptoes, kissed his cheek and said, “I’ll see you in the morning. Enjoy your present, honey.”
And with these words, she turned and left the two of them alone.
Peter shook his head slightly as he stepped fully into the room and into Neal’s arms.
Elizabeth had gotten him a hooker for his birthday, and of course she’d figured it out and found the one and only person, besides her, Peter had obsessed about for days or weeks at a time.
She definitely was the single most perfect woman ever.
~end
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