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01 November 2010 @ 10:44 pm
WCFanFic: don't let me be misunderstood (Neal/Peter)  

don't let me be misunderstood; 

Pre-slash: Neal Caffrey/Peter Burke;

U-Rated, 336words;

At the office party, Neal finds Peter doing paperwork in his office.

 

“Champagne, out of plastic cups, again,” Neal began with a sigh, his face set into an exaggerated look of despair as he leant up against the door to Peter's office.

 

“This is becoming a rather unfortunate habit,” he pressed on, as Peter looked up at him, turning his attention away from whatever paperwork he'd been perusing.

 

“So you keep saying,” Peter said, smiling wryly as he leant back into his chair. “I don't see how it'd taste any better out of a glass though.”

 

“Hmm,” Neal huffed, the sound an almost-laugh as he stepped into Peter's office and passed him one of the two plastic cups he was holding. Peter's fingers lingered against his a moment as he accepted the cup.

 

“Remind me to enlighten you some time,” Neal offered, perching himself on the edge of Peter's desk. “I may even be persuaded to bring strawberries.”

 

There was a glint in his eye that made Peter's mouth dry up on the laugh he'd been expecting to give. He sipped at his champagne instead.

 

“So, how come you're up here and not down there enjoying the party?” Neal asked after a moment, smiling against the rim of his own cup as he watched Peter shift in his chair.

 

“Office parties aren't really my thing.” Peter confessed.

 

“Yeah? And why’s that?”

 

“Well there's the drinking and making an ass out of yourself part.”

 

Neal snorted, “Something I doubt you've ever done.”

 

"As I said, it's not really my thing." Peter returned, shooting him a lopsided smile.

 

Neal laughed. “And what is your thing, Peter?”

 

“Me? Oh, I like to think I'm more of the drink and make out with the hired help type.”

 

Neal's eyes widened a fraction. “You?” he laughed, his eyes wide and his grin wider. “Now I definitely don’t see you doing that.”

 

“Yeah?” Peter asked, deliberately sitting forward, his hand brushing against Neal’s thigh as he placed his emptied cup upon the desk. “Fetch me more champagne and maybe you’ll get to find out.”

 

Fin.

Written for Caspe-Wri-Mo 2010 


 
 

 
 
 
Campaspe: White Collar \\ OT3; handcuffedcs_whitewolf on November 6th, 2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
:D thanks hun! hopefully I can keep this up for the entire month, fingers crossed anyway!
Joulez217: White Collar - Hugjoulez217 on November 6th, 2010 10:51 pm (UTC)
I'll cheerlead you along! XD