Entry tags:
White Collar, "Three For The Road," Peter/Elizabeth/Neal schmoopy ficlet, G
Title: Three For The Road
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Rating: G
Summary: Neal's contract is up, and Peter and Elizabeth see him off.
AN: Written as a comment fic for![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
elhriarhodan; cleaned up a bit to post here. She wanted "Peter and Neal kissing, or Neal and Elizabeth kissing, or even Satchmo kissing Neal," and seriously, how awesome a request is that? :D
(1.)
"Hey, easy there, buddy, I'm not going away forever."
But Satchmo knew what suitcases and taxis meant. He placed his front paws on the lapels of Neal's jacket and lunged forward to lick him right on the face, before Peter could grab his collar and pull him back.
(2.)
"Sorry about that," said El brightly as she slipped past the eager dog to press herself against Neal in a quick hug. She smoothed his jacket where Satch had rumpled it, and pursed her lips against the corner of his mouth in a quick but sincere kiss.
She held his gaze for a moment. "Send postcards, okay?"
"I can do better than postcards."
(3.)
"No, you can't," said Peter, but he wasn't doing a very good job of keeping the grin off his face -- or the little glint of tears out of the inner corner of his eye.
"Okay, I'll be sure to pick out an extra-boring one for you, then."
El discreetly took over holding the dog's collar, and in a fraction of a second Peter had Neal in his arms, one hand wrapped around the back of his head, kissing him like he was holding him to a promise.
"Peter --" Neal managed between kisses. "I'll be back --" he groaned as Peter bit his mouth -- "in a month!"
Fandom: White Collar
Pairing: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth
Rating: G
Summary: Neal's contract is up, and Peter and Elizabeth see him off.
AN: Written as a comment fic for
elhriarhodan; cleaned up a bit to post here. She wanted "Peter and Neal kissing, or Neal and Elizabeth kissing, or even Satchmo kissing Neal," and seriously, how awesome a request is that? :D(1.)
"Hey, easy there, buddy, I'm not going away forever."
But Satchmo knew what suitcases and taxis meant. He placed his front paws on the lapels of Neal's jacket and lunged forward to lick him right on the face, before Peter could grab his collar and pull him back.
(2.)
"Sorry about that," said El brightly as she slipped past the eager dog to press herself against Neal in a quick hug. She smoothed his jacket where Satch had rumpled it, and pursed her lips against the corner of his mouth in a quick but sincere kiss.
She held his gaze for a moment. "Send postcards, okay?"
"I can do better than postcards."
(3.)
"No, you can't," said Peter, but he wasn't doing a very good job of keeping the grin off his face -- or the little glint of tears out of the inner corner of his eye.
"Okay, I'll be sure to pick out an extra-boring one for you, then."
El discreetly took over holding the dog's collar, and in a fraction of a second Peter had Neal in his arms, one hand wrapped around the back of his head, kissing him like he was holding him to a promise.
"Peter --" Neal managed between kisses. "I'll be back --" he groaned as Peter bit his mouth -- "in a month!"