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veronicasleeps) wrote2011-04-12 08:54 pm
veronicasleeps) wrote2011-04-12 08:54 pm
Entry tags:
Getting a Clue, White Collar, Neal/Elizabeth(/Peter)
Title: Getting a Clue
Prompt: #001 Clue![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
whitecollar100
Author:veronicasleeps
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Elizabeth(/Peter)
Word count: 200
Summary: Elizabeth is tired of waiting
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“My husband desires you.” Elizabeth looks at Neal, at the way he shies away from looking her into the eye, and smiles. “And I know that it’s mutual.”
Behind them, in the Burke living room, Peter is preparing the table for dinner.
Neal suddenly feels incredibly uncomfortable. He has been aware of his attraction for quite some time; his fantasies starring Peter, and his cock, had been well used in his time spent in prison. Still he hadn’t dared to think of making them reality.
“I have a proposal for you,” Elizabeth touches her hand to his face, and pushes his head back, making him bare his throat in what reminds him almost of an animalistic submission gesture. “I want to see my husband fuck you, Neal. I want to see you spread out on our bed, and I want to see Peter enjoy every minute of it.”
He feels dizzy, suddenly. None of his usual confidence is in sight and just the pictures that Elizabeth’s suggestions conjure in his mind make him hard.
Elizabeth sees the tent in Neal’s trouser, and caresses it. “I’ve been giving you two clues left and right. But I decided I’ve waited long enough. “
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Prompt: #001 Clue
whitecollar100Author:
veronicasleepsRating: R
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Elizabeth(/Peter)
Word count: 200
Summary: Elizabeth is tired of waiting
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“My husband desires you.” Elizabeth looks at Neal, at the way he shies away from looking her into the eye, and smiles. “And I know that it’s mutual.”
Behind them, in the Burke living room, Peter is preparing the table for dinner.
Neal suddenly feels incredibly uncomfortable. He has been aware of his attraction for quite some time; his fantasies starring Peter, and his cock, had been well used in his time spent in prison. Still he hadn’t dared to think of making them reality.
“I have a proposal for you,” Elizabeth touches her hand to his face, and pushes his head back, making him bare his throat in what reminds him almost of an animalistic submission gesture. “I want to see my husband fuck you, Neal. I want to see you spread out on our bed, and I want to see Peter enjoy every minute of it.”
He feels dizzy, suddenly. None of his usual confidence is in sight and just the pictures that Elizabeth’s suggestions conjure in his mind make him hard.
Elizabeth sees the tent in Neal’s trouser, and caresses it. “I’ve been giving you two clues left and right. But I decided I’ve waited long enough. “
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