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veronicasleepsTitle: Under his Skin
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Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: non graphic Peter/Neal, implied Peter/Elizabeth/Neal
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: n/a
Summary: Neal behaves strangely. Peter decides to make sure he is all right.
Notes: I just don't even know. Feel free to leave a review, if you'd like to.
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“You wanted to talk to me?”
Peter looks at Neal from where he’s leaning against the tiled wall of the bathroom. “Close the door.”
Neal does. “What would Elizabeth say?” He asks with a little flirty smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Turn around.”
“Peter, wha- ?”
“I said turn around, Neal.” There’s no room for discussion here, and as soon as Neal realizes that, Peter can make sure that he's alright.
Neal turns to face the door, slowly, and his hands are shaking a bit. That means he’s either nervous, or scared.
“You’ve been touching the small of your back a lot today, Neal. Why is that?”
Peter sees Neal's shoulders sag a little, and he knows he's on the right path, here. He only needs to dig a little further.
He isn’t planning on asking though, instead he presses the palm of his hand flat against the place Neal has been touching on and off for the entire morning.
Under his shirt, a little to the right from Neal’s spine, Peter can feel the crinkle of foil.
He knows what that means.
And he is relieved; he had thought of self-harm and similar problems, but this, this is so very Neal, and it means he’s slowly coming back to himself.
He leans a little closer into Neal, and whispers in his ear, “Does it help you deal?”
“Does it make you feel better that you can’t ever forget them now? That they’ll always be inked just under your skin?”
Neal’s head falls against the metal door with a harsh echoing clunk.
“Yeah,” His voice is soft, overwhelmed with having to voice his feelings, probably. “Yeah, it does.”
Peter nods, his hair brushing against Neal’s neck, and he backs up.
“You’ll let Elizabeth tend to it when we get home."
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Author:
veronicasleepsRating: PG
Characters/Pairings: non graphic Peter/Neal, implied Peter/Elizabeth/Neal
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: n/a
Summary: Neal behaves strangely. Peter decides to make sure he is all right.
Notes: I just don't even know. Feel free to leave a review, if you'd like to.
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“You wanted to talk to me?”
Peter looks at Neal from where he’s leaning against the tiled wall of the bathroom. “Close the door.”
Neal does. “What would Elizabeth say?” He asks with a little flirty smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Turn around.”
“Peter, wha- ?”
“I said turn around, Neal.” There’s no room for discussion here, and as soon as Neal realizes that, Peter can make sure that he's alright.
Neal turns to face the door, slowly, and his hands are shaking a bit. That means he’s either nervous, or scared.
“You’ve been touching the small of your back a lot today, Neal. Why is that?”
Peter sees Neal's shoulders sag a little, and he knows he's on the right path, here. He only needs to dig a little further.
He isn’t planning on asking though, instead he presses the palm of his hand flat against the place Neal has been touching on and off for the entire morning.
Under his shirt, a little to the right from Neal’s spine, Peter can feel the crinkle of foil.
He knows what that means.
And he is relieved; he had thought of self-harm and similar problems, but this, this is so very Neal, and it means he’s slowly coming back to himself.
He leans a little closer into Neal, and whispers in his ear, “Does it help you deal?”
“Does it make you feel better that you can’t ever forget them now? That they’ll always be inked just under your skin?”
Neal’s head falls against the metal door with a harsh echoing clunk.
“Yeah,” His voice is soft, overwhelmed with having to voice his feelings, probably. “Yeah, it does.”
Peter nods, his hair brushing against Neal’s neck, and he backs up.
“You’ll let Elizabeth tend to it when we get home."
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