WHITE COLLAR KINK MEME ROUND 4

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THE RULES - Please read them.

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Fill: In Shining Armor (2 of 2)

[anonymous]

Neal blinked as the real world crashed in down on him again. Reality had his heart racing, and the world was uncomfortably large again. He was confused. The thugs were there, but then suddenly, the large men were being thrown aside like little more than ragdolls, with others backing away. Most wore killer expressions, the fear driving them to madness.

Numbly, Neal looked up and watched in awe as on either side of him, he saw two riders bearing down on him on great beautiful stallions. On his right, a massive onyx-black horse reared, with its rider, her black hair flying in the wind, sitting atop, with a calm steely-eyed expression, as she whipped out a gun and pointed it in a great arc at any who dared look her way. On Neal’s left, a pearly-white horse, its mane flying behind, was still scattering Neal’s would-be killers while on high, the rider grinned, flashing dangerous challenges to those who might dare take him on.

Peter and Diana worked in tandem, guns pointed outward on their right as they moved to circle Neal who was on their left. Neal stood, wide-eyed, catching glimpses of men staggering to their feet, forlornly reforming the circle around the three of them. He couldn’t see much because the horses were still moving in a protective circle around him.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, Neal noticed how much Peter and Diana were in their elements; horse riding either came naturally to them, or they’d grown up riding horses. He was stuck in a surreal moment but he knew wherever he was, as he stood there in shock, that he was safe, despite the regrouping of the criminals around them.

Then even Neal, numb and lost, could hear the sirens. Suddenly the predators were the prey; they scattered once more but soon found themselves cornered as cars and agents poured in surrounding them. Pandemonium erupted as it became every man for himself. The threatening horses and their irate riders were forgotten; the criminals had bigger things on their mind. The horses were jostled as the criminals fled every which way, pressing back on them. Peter reached down and with Diana’s helping hand, found Neal’s arm, before pulling him up.

Neal found himself, in a child-like, fear-fueled moment, pressing himself in against Peter’s back, clutching the agent’s waist, hanging on for dear life. But now that Neal was safely on the horse behind Peter, the two agents were able to, with madly glinting, delighted eyes, push out from the crowd, knocking aside the men again, taking great delight in disarming a few bastards as they went.

Then Peter and Diana were racing each other, leaving behind the chaos, knowing that under Jones’ direction, the scum would be cleaned up and taken in for processing within twenty minutes. They slowed as they approached the edge of the river and the horses, well-deserving, were allowed to slow to an ambling pace, moving along the edge where the concrete met the banks of the river, looking for patches of grass that managed to grow in the cracks.

Peter turned slightly to look at Neal who was forced to loosen his hold. Peter might have said something to reassure Neal who couldn’t help as his body was racked with shakes from shock, adrenaline and mostly relief. Relief that the dancing light on the water was going to remain undisturbed. But Peter seemed to sense that Neal would be fine, that the CI already knew the words of comfort and without prompt was reveling in his safety. He was fine. Diana and Peter had saved him … on horses?!

Neal looked up into Peter’s eyes then across at Diana who was watching him from where she sat, with a satisfied smile. He was fine. He was speechless. He loved these guys. They’d saved him. But horses?

Neal let his head fall onto Peter’s back, exhausted. The questions could wait.

Re: Fill: In Shining Armor (2 of 2)

[anonymous]

That was so much fun! I loved the wordless exchange there at the end.
Just perfect.

Re: Fill: In Shining Armor (2 of 2)

[aliwc]

Good, it was supposed to be just a bit of fun. Hence the nameless, cliched bad guys. Thanks for the comment! Cleaned up and re-posted on A03 (because I've actually managed to write *short* stories--yay me!)