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Title: "Deceptively Yours"
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 for kinky talk and makeouts
Summary: Elizabeth is just using Neal to make Peter jealous. Neal has no problem with that.
AN: Written as a comment fic for [personal profile] gyzym. I wasn't sure how to rate this -- it doesn't go past kissing, but it FEELS like porn.



Neal knew when he was being played. Kind of a survival skill, actually. So when Elizabeth asked him to help her out in the kitchen, which turned out to mean performing taste-tests, which turned out to mean being instructed to close his eyes before she popped a perfectly-glazed bite of chicken satay into his mouth (letting her fingers hover at his lips for a second longer than was really necessary), he had a pretty good idea of what it was all about -- specifically, it was about Peter sitting at the kitchen table, his newspaper forgotten as his jaw set into that stubborn line that he didn't think anyone noticed. Neal had no illusions about it, he was being used.

That didn't mean, of course, that he didn't like it.

"You like making him jealous," he told her when they had a moment alone, after the third or fourth time that he'd caught her blatantly hitting on him in front of Peter. She bit her lip and gave a slow nod, and he grinned. "I bet the sex is amazing."

"You have no idea."

"Can I?" he asked before his (allegedly) better instincts could stop him. She gave him a complicated, appraising look, and luckily Peter was still wearing his thick-soled made-in-America shoes, because Neal could hear him coming from down the hall. When he arrived in the doorway, carrying the bottle opener he'd been looking for, Neal's body was inches from Elizabeth's, his hands hovering away from her as if they'd barely had time to separate from a heated embrace. Peter's eyebrows raised.

"What's going on here, Caffrey?"

"What does it look like?" Neal used the cocky voice that he knew annoyed -- or possibly aroused -- Peter the most.

"Yeah, right. Like that would happen." Neal felt vaguely insulted by that, but Elizabeth's obvious attempt not to laugh made it pretty obvious that he was right. Which was probably for the best, under the circumstances. That kind of trust can lead to all kinds of good places.

Neal took a tiny step closer to Elizabeth. "Prove it," he answered coolly.

He hadn't even known that Peter could move that fast, pressing Elizabeth up against the wall and angling her head back with one firm hand in her hair, kissing her like, well, like he had something to prove. Neal knew he was obviously staring at them, not even trying to hide his arousal, but he doubted that mattered right now. Elizabeth's leg was wrapped around Peter, her arms wrapped around his broad back, her eyes closed as his hand traveled down her body, until his fingers dug in to the soft place just above her hip.

"Peter," she murmured as he broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, biting down at the collarbone. "I'm all yours."

Neal laughed. "Okay, guys, I get the message."

But Peter turned three-quarters away from El, one hand still on her hip, that dark heat still glowing in his eyes, and took one quick step that closed the distance between him and Neal. His lip quirked up, probably at the look on Neal's face.

"No, Neal. I don't think you quite do."

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Date: 2010-07-29 04:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deathjunke
Ooh ^^ verra sexy ^^
All that's left unsaid make me smile.

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Date: 2011-03-15 10:35 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] soxykitty
You're right that did feel like porn... :oD

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