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15 Min Fic: Listing (White Collar, Neal/Peter/Elle, fluff)
Title: Listing
Fandom: White Collar
Characters: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Rating: fluff
Word Count: 290
Disclaimer: Written purely for fun; no profit or harm intended. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners.
“You need a comma after the…” Neal trailed off under the weight of Peter’s glare.
His fingers twitched, but he kept them from trying to take over the keyboard, instead catching Elizabeth’s eyes. She grinned while Peter typed on, oblivious to the exchange over the top of his head.
“Try ‘sunny’ instead of ‘nice’ hon.”
Peter grunted but—more than 30seconds later—the screen read, “sunny patio,” instead.
Neal pointed at the screen. “How about…” Peter smacked his hand.
Kinda hard, actually. Elizabeth sparkled at him when he cradled it dramatically to his chest and mouthed “Owww!” at her.
“Don’t forget to mention the location,” she said because she could. She was allowed.
She was also completely ignoring his pain, so he let his hand drop. It hit the back of Peter’s chair on the way down and, since he was never one to ignore a good idea--no matter how ignobly born--he let it stay there. Leaning in, he breathed, “We should definitely mention the view, don’t you think?” across Peter’s ear. Neal peered at the monitor, face level with Peter’s, chin practically resting on Peter’s shoulder.
“Only if we actually want to find June a new tenant,” Peter growled, but, when his hand came up, Neal grinned instead of flinching away. Peter’s scowl broke open into a helpless grin. Reeling Neal in those last few inches, Peter claimed that grin and devoured it, melting it into his own in a honeyed press of lips and tongue.
Click-click-clickity-click, came from behind them.
Twisting them both in the chair, Peter tried to see without relinquishing Neal’s mouth. Garbled because his mouth was still pretty full of Neal’s tongue, Peter asked, “She’s typing, isn’t she?”
“Just let it go, Peter.”
~ * ~
(Today's word was "edit")
Fandom: White Collar
Characters: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Rating: fluff
Word Count: 290
Disclaimer: Written purely for fun; no profit or harm intended. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners.
“You need a comma after the…” Neal trailed off under the weight of Peter’s glare.
His fingers twitched, but he kept them from trying to take over the keyboard, instead catching Elizabeth’s eyes. She grinned while Peter typed on, oblivious to the exchange over the top of his head.
“Try ‘sunny’ instead of ‘nice’ hon.”
Peter grunted but—more than 30seconds later—the screen read, “sunny patio,” instead.
Neal pointed at the screen. “How about…” Peter smacked his hand.
Kinda hard, actually. Elizabeth sparkled at him when he cradled it dramatically to his chest and mouthed “Owww!” at her.
“Don’t forget to mention the location,” she said because she could. She was allowed.
She was also completely ignoring his pain, so he let his hand drop. It hit the back of Peter’s chair on the way down and, since he was never one to ignore a good idea--no matter how ignobly born--he let it stay there. Leaning in, he breathed, “We should definitely mention the view, don’t you think?” across Peter’s ear. Neal peered at the monitor, face level with Peter’s, chin practically resting on Peter’s shoulder.
“Only if we actually want to find June a new tenant,” Peter growled, but, when his hand came up, Neal grinned instead of flinching away. Peter’s scowl broke open into a helpless grin. Reeling Neal in those last few inches, Peter claimed that grin and devoured it, melting it into his own in a honeyed press of lips and tongue.
Click-click-clickity-click, came from behind them.
Twisting them both in the chair, Peter tried to see without relinquishing Neal’s mouth. Garbled because his mouth was still pretty full of Neal’s tongue, Peter asked, “She’s typing, isn’t she?”
“Just let it go, Peter.”
~ * ~
(Today's word was "edit")
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