White Collar Ficlet - It Was Fascination
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elrhiarhodanTitle: It Was Fascination
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Fandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke (Peter/Elizabeth)
Spoilers: Pilot
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~750
Summary: Elizabeth recognizes Peter’s fascination and she shares it.
A/N: Written for the lovely and very talentedsahiya on occasion of her birthday. Title from the Nat King Cole classic of the same name. Also, a fill for the “Indecent Proposal” Square on my Trope Bingo card.
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It was late, and she knew where she’d find her husband. Downstairs at the dining table, going over case files. Elizabeth didn’t bother to put a robe on. It was nearly two AM, and she couldn’t care less if some random passer-by happened to see her in her shortie nightgown. Satchmo looked up from his dog bed, his ears perking up at the sight of her. When she made no move to pet him (he was young and she was still trying to train him), the dog gave a little sigh and went back to sleep.
"So that's Neal Caffrey? You finally got a picture of him." Elizabeth sat down next to Peter. She picked up the photo and had to smile. She could see why her husband was so caught up by this case.
"Yeah, and give that back." Peter took the photo back and carefully worked the picture onto the metal clip.
"You're being awfully proprietary." She commented, thoroughly amused.
"It's a case, a big one. And I don't want things to get screwed up because I was careless."
She looked at her husband. She knew that expression, which she privately called "The Stubborn Jackass." Peter could deflect all he wanted, but she had eyes in her head, and she could see how fascinated he was with the man at the center of an impressive string of forgeries, thefts and cons. She could see that Peter’s fasciation was something leagues beyond professional interest.
"He's extremely pretty." This Neal Caffrey was so his type.
Peter shrugged, diffident. She smiled, which irked her husband (to her secret delight). “And what's that supposed to mean?"
El shrugged back. "I’m just saying - you like pretty."
"I like smart." Peter corrected her.
She hid her smile – her husband was so predictable sometimes. "And I bet Neal Caffrey's smart, too. He's kept you on your toes for the best part of three years now. You have really thrilled to the chase."
"El, just what are you implying?"
"There's nothing wrong with liking him, Peter. Nothing wrong with being fascinated."
Peter opened the file and looked at the picture of Caffrey. "I know, and I'm afraid that's going to be a problem if I let it."
El kept hiding her smile. With the right push, a gentle nudge, she could get Peter to admit exactly what he didn’t want to. And here it came …
"I do like him, and in a way I think I admire him, too. He doesn't do it for the money - it's the challenge. And I can't help but think that he would have been brilliant as an FBI agent."
"And you're going to put him in jail someday, sooner than later."
"Yeah. I don't have a choice. And prison's going to break him." Peter was determined, but he seemed more than a bit sad about that, too.
El looked at that beautiful face, the sharp cut of those eyebrows, the curve of his cheek, the warmth of an unguarded smile. "You can protect him, you know. You're not without influence."
Peter closed the file. "I have to catch him first. What comes after is always a crapshoot."
She reached over and opened the file again. “You could always bring him home. I have a feeling it wouldn’t take much to housebreak him. It’s been a while since we had some fun like that. It wouldn’t take much to outfit the third floor with everything we’d need.”
“Elizabeth Mitchell Burke!” Peter’s outrage wasn’t really outrage – more a customary protest at her indecent suggestion.
“Don’t tell me that the thought hasn’t crossed your mind.”
“And what if it has?” Peter pulled her down onto his lap, shifting her around so she straddled him like a cowgirl – her back to his front.
El ground herself against his thighs, loving the feel of the harsh denim against her bare skin. “I want to hear all of your thoughts about reforming Neal Caffrey. Just what you plan to do with him, how you are going to put him back on the straight and narrow.”
Peter’s hands clamped down hard on her hips, his lips nuzzled her neck. “Not so straight.” He pinched her nipple and she whimpered. “And maybe not so narrow.”
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke (Peter/Elizabeth)
Spoilers: Pilot
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~750
Summary: Elizabeth recognizes Peter’s fascination and she shares it.
A/N: Written for the lovely and very talented
sahiya on occasion of her birthday. Title from the Nat King Cole classic of the same name. Also, a fill for the “Indecent Proposal” Square on my Trope Bingo card.It was late, and she knew where she’d find her husband. Downstairs at the dining table, going over case files. Elizabeth didn’t bother to put a robe on. It was nearly two AM, and she couldn’t care less if some random passer-by happened to see her in her shortie nightgown. Satchmo looked up from his dog bed, his ears perking up at the sight of her. When she made no move to pet him (he was young and she was still trying to train him), the dog gave a little sigh and went back to sleep.
"So that's Neal Caffrey? You finally got a picture of him." Elizabeth sat down next to Peter. She picked up the photo and had to smile. She could see why her husband was so caught up by this case.
"Yeah, and give that back." Peter took the photo back and carefully worked the picture onto the metal clip.
"You're being awfully proprietary." She commented, thoroughly amused.
"It's a case, a big one. And I don't want things to get screwed up because I was careless."
She looked at her husband. She knew that expression, which she privately called "The Stubborn Jackass." Peter could deflect all he wanted, but she had eyes in her head, and she could see how fascinated he was with the man at the center of an impressive string of forgeries, thefts and cons. She could see that Peter’s fasciation was something leagues beyond professional interest.
"He's extremely pretty." This Neal Caffrey was so his type.
Peter shrugged, diffident. She smiled, which irked her husband (to her secret delight). “And what's that supposed to mean?"
El shrugged back. "I’m just saying - you like pretty."
"I like smart." Peter corrected her.
She hid her smile – her husband was so predictable sometimes. "And I bet Neal Caffrey's smart, too. He's kept you on your toes for the best part of three years now. You have really thrilled to the chase."
"El, just what are you implying?"
"There's nothing wrong with liking him, Peter. Nothing wrong with being fascinated."
Peter opened the file and looked at the picture of Caffrey. "I know, and I'm afraid that's going to be a problem if I let it."
El kept hiding her smile. With the right push, a gentle nudge, she could get Peter to admit exactly what he didn’t want to. And here it came …
"I do like him, and in a way I think I admire him, too. He doesn't do it for the money - it's the challenge. And I can't help but think that he would have been brilliant as an FBI agent."
"And you're going to put him in jail someday, sooner than later."
"Yeah. I don't have a choice. And prison's going to break him." Peter was determined, but he seemed more than a bit sad about that, too.
El looked at that beautiful face, the sharp cut of those eyebrows, the curve of his cheek, the warmth of an unguarded smile. "You can protect him, you know. You're not without influence."
Peter closed the file. "I have to catch him first. What comes after is always a crapshoot."
She reached over and opened the file again. “You could always bring him home. I have a feeling it wouldn’t take much to housebreak him. It’s been a while since we had some fun like that. It wouldn’t take much to outfit the third floor with everything we’d need.”
“Elizabeth Mitchell Burke!” Peter’s outrage wasn’t really outrage – more a customary protest at her indecent suggestion.
“Don’t tell me that the thought hasn’t crossed your mind.”
“And what if it has?” Peter pulled her down onto his lap, shifting her around so she straddled him like a cowgirl – her back to his front.
El ground herself against his thighs, loving the feel of the harsh denim against her bare skin. “I want to hear all of your thoughts about reforming Neal Caffrey. Just what you plan to do with him, how you are going to put him back on the straight and narrow.”
Peter’s hands clamped down hard on her hips, his lips nuzzled her neck. “Not so straight.” He pinched her nipple and she whimpered. “And maybe not so narrow.”
