Give me a pairing and/or a prompt, and I will write you a one sentence ficlet. -- SPN, J2, White Collar, *cough* Adam/Kris all accepted. :D It'll probably be more than a sentence. Just sayin'.
Hee. Not exactly, but it works. (troofax, as I opened this comment notify, seeing the title, Britney Spears' 3 comes on the radio.) It's like... God? Are you trying to tell us to write Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Peter hates him. Hates what Neal is, what he's done to his life, how he can charm the face off of anyone he comes across - including him - but mostly he hates that he won't forget about her.
He doesn't talk to him about though. He's a man, he wouldn't even know where to begin. So he ribs him about it in the car, behind the safety of mockery and sometimes when that's not enough, he fucks Neal into the mattress, yanks on his hair and pulls his head back, marks his neck all up with mineminemine until Neal whimpers his name and comes. It holds Peter over until the next time he's watching Neal follow her clues across the city, then he has to do it all over again. Sometimes the bruises aren't completely healed yet before he has to add new ones. Maybe one day Neal will learn who he belongs to.
Peter's finger brush Neal's ankle bone lightly as he wraps the tracker around his leg. Neal sighs.
"Back on the leash, huh?"
"You know the drill, Neal."
"Guess its not so bad," Neal says, leaning against Peter's desk.
"You've only got two miles of leg room, Caffrey. What's not bad about that?" Peter chuckles.
"Well," Neal muses, shivering when Peter's long fingers wrap around his calf . "If I have to be on a leash, I guess I'd pick you to be the one holding it."
Neal hops up on Peter's desk, inches away from Peter filling out mounds of paperwork for the bureau. His tie is loose around his neck, his jacket discarded hours ago.
"Neal, you're invading my bubble."
"Don't be ridiculous." Neal grins and leans in even closer. "You monitor every step I take. You know where I eat lunch, where I buy socks, you know when I get in the shower." He enjoys the way Peter's face goes pink when he mentions the shower. "Are you really going to try to tell me there's an ounce of personal space between us anymore?"
"Point." Peter grumbles, fingers moving fluidly across the paper. "Just stay out of my lap."
Ehe, I totally don't write Dean/Cas. But I tried, since you probably didn't know that. :P
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"It's JUST a broken arm, Cas. Jesus."
"I've never had a broken arm before. I've never had a broken anything before."
Dean sighs. He doesn't have time for Cas' whiny-I-used-to-be-an-angel-but-now-I'm-pathetic-like-you emo bullshit right now. "Look, we got Croats hot on our tail. You gonna make or should I just put you out of your misery? Cause if not, shoot me and put me out of mine."
"Someone's grumpy," Cas mumbles, wincing in pain as he hooks his pack over his shoulder.
Dean scrubs his face with his hands. Goddamn angels. He rummages around in his pack and pulls out a white bottle labled 'PERCOSET.'. "Here," he says, forcing the bottle into Cas' hands. "Take four and call me in the morning."
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Date: 2009-11-21 06:07 am (UTC)probably not the monogamy you were referring to, but its the first thing that sprung to mind
Date: 2009-11-21 07:43 pm (UTC)"Peter, I'm afraid you don't have any choice. Ruiz could really use Neal's-"
"No one is using N - Caffrey but me. With all due respect, you just don't understand him. No one does."
"Except you."
"Exactly. He stays with me."
Re: probably not the monogamy you were referring to, but its the first thing that sprung to mind
Date: 2009-11-21 10:09 pm (UTC)Re: probably not the monogamy you were referring to, but its the first thing that sprung to mind
Date: 2009-11-21 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-21 06:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-21 07:55 pm (UTC)He doesn't talk to him about though. He's a man, he wouldn't even know where to begin. So he ribs him about it in the car, behind the safety of mockery and sometimes when that's not enough, he fucks Neal into the mattress, yanks on his hair and pulls his head back, marks his neck all up with mineminemine until Neal whimpers his name and comes. It holds Peter over until the next time he's watching Neal follow her clues across the city, then he has to do it all over again. Sometimes the bruises aren't completely healed yet before he has to add new ones. Maybe one day Neal will learn who he belongs to.
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Date: 2009-11-21 10:11 pm (UTC)Hot with jealous Peter. Rowr!
Did you see Matt Bomer's pic in People? Cause he is on fiyah.
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Date: 2009-11-21 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-21 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-21 08:06 pm (UTC)"Back on the leash, huh?"
"You know the drill, Neal."
"Guess its not so bad," Neal says, leaning against Peter's desk.
"You've only got two miles of leg room, Caffrey. What's not bad about that?" Peter chuckles.
"Well," Neal muses, shivering when Peter's long fingers wrap around his calf . "If I have to be on a leash, I guess I'd pick you to be the one holding it."
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Date: 2009-11-21 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-21 02:10 pm (UTC)Neal makes Peter blush by flirting with him.
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Date: 2009-11-21 08:18 pm (UTC)"Neal, you're invading my bubble."
"Don't be ridiculous." Neal grins and leans in even closer. "You monitor every step I take. You know where I eat lunch, where I buy socks, you know when I get in the shower." He enjoys the way Peter's face goes pink when he mentions the shower. "Are you really going to try to tell me there's an ounce of personal space between us anymore?"
"Point." Peter grumbles, fingers moving fluidly across the paper. "Just stay out of my lap."
Neal smirks. He'll have to work on that one.
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Date: 2009-11-21 10:00 pm (UTC)I loved it.
Thanks.
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Date: 2009-11-21 02:11 pm (UTC)Dean/Cas
Dean's comforting a hurt Cas.
future fic
Date: 2009-11-21 08:28 pm (UTC)----
"It's JUST a broken arm, Cas. Jesus."
"I've never had a broken arm before. I've never had a broken anything before."
Dean sighs. He doesn't have time for Cas' whiny-I-used-to-be-an-angel-but-now-I'm-pathetic-like-you emo bullshit right now. "Look, we got Croats hot on our tail. You gonna make or should I just put you out of your misery? Cause if not, shoot me and put me out of mine."
"Someone's grumpy," Cas mumbles, wincing in pain as he hooks his pack over his shoulder.
Dean scrubs his face with his hands. Goddamn angels. He rummages around in his pack and pulls out a white bottle labled 'PERCOSET.'. "Here," he says, forcing the bottle into Cas' hands. "Take four and call me in the morning."
Re: future fic
Date: 2009-11-21 10:01 pm (UTC)I had no idea you didn't write Dean/Cas.
But thanks anyway. : )
Re: future fic
Date: 2009-11-21 10:05 pm (UTC)Re: future fic
Date: 2009-11-22 12:28 am (UTC)But lately, my brain has been stuck on Dean/Cas.
I don't know why, but I'm starting to love that pairing.
But, thanks again.
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Date: 2009-11-22 08:41 am (UTC)