Drabbles: Charmeuse / Façonné / Duchesse (Satin Trio)
Title: Charmeuse / Façonné / Duchesse (Satin Trio)
Author: QWERTYfaced
Fandom: White Collar
Wordcount: 100 each
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey/Sara Ellis; Peter Burke/Elizabeth Burke; June Ellington/Byron Ellington
Genre: Drabble, gen, humor, romance, angst
Notes: For whitecollar100's Challenge 161 - Satin.
Summary: Three satin weaves, three dresses, and three couples.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. All characters and settings belong to their respective copyright holders, not me. Which is why I don't have a food replicator yet.
Charmeuse
What made Sara fascinating was her volatility.
Whenever Neal kissed her, he never quite knew what he was getting into. She could be fierce and passionate, sweet and pliant-or sometimes, sly and teasing.
She twirled, and the gossamer charmeuse flirted around her, giving tantalizing glimpses of leg.
Neal reached for her. Laughing, she slid effortlessly from his grasp yet again, then stood at fingertip's length with a smile that welcomed and challenged.
"Come on, Caffrey, that's not an answer. How do you like the new dress?"
He sighed ruefully. "Next time, I'll buy you one that's not so slippery."
Façonné
Come home for dinner tonight, Elizabeth texted. Don't bring Neal.
By the time she heard the Taurus outside, the table was bedecked in linen, silver, and china. She lit the last of a flickering cityscape of candles, then smoothed her elegant new dress.
She'd had to buy it. The façonné was damasked with the same weave as her wedding gown.
When Peter walked in, El folded herself into his unquestioning embrace, where she always felt safe...special...lucky.
"Did I forget-" he began.
She kissed the worry from his lips.
"No. I just love it when you come home."
Duchesse
"My duchess in duchesse." Byron's eyes came alight when he saw his young bride.
June smiled, running a hand down the gleaming satin. The dress was new, expensive. Byron had been so proud to give it to her, had promised it was only the start.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Pure silk, baby. Flawless." His hand was warm against her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek. "And I don't mean the dress."
His kiss tenderly blotted out her world.
June smiled, but her hands trembled as she put the dress away again. She breathed-sighed-the perfume of cedarwood.
"Byron..."
Author: QWERTYfaced
Fandom: White Collar
Wordcount: 100 each
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Neal Caffrey/Sara Ellis; Peter Burke/Elizabeth Burke; June Ellington/Byron Ellington
Genre: Drabble, gen, humor, romance, angst
Notes: For whitecollar100's Challenge 161 - Satin.
Summary: Three satin weaves, three dresses, and three couples.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. All characters and settings belong to their respective copyright holders, not me. Which is why I don't have a food replicator yet.
Charmeuse
What made Sara fascinating was her volatility.
Whenever Neal kissed her, he never quite knew what he was getting into. She could be fierce and passionate, sweet and pliant-or sometimes, sly and teasing.
She twirled, and the gossamer charmeuse flirted around her, giving tantalizing glimpses of leg.
Neal reached for her. Laughing, she slid effortlessly from his grasp yet again, then stood at fingertip's length with a smile that welcomed and challenged.
"Come on, Caffrey, that's not an answer. How do you like the new dress?"
He sighed ruefully. "Next time, I'll buy you one that's not so slippery."
Façonné
Come home for dinner tonight, Elizabeth texted. Don't bring Neal.
By the time she heard the Taurus outside, the table was bedecked in linen, silver, and china. She lit the last of a flickering cityscape of candles, then smoothed her elegant new dress.
She'd had to buy it. The façonné was damasked with the same weave as her wedding gown.
When Peter walked in, El folded herself into his unquestioning embrace, where she always felt safe...special...lucky.
"Did I forget-" he began.
She kissed the worry from his lips.
"No. I just love it when you come home."
Duchesse
"My duchess in duchesse." Byron's eyes came alight when he saw his young bride.
June smiled, running a hand down the gleaming satin. The dress was new, expensive. Byron had been so proud to give it to her, had promised it was only the start.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Pure silk, baby. Flawless." His hand was warm against her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek. "And I don't mean the dress."
His kiss tenderly blotted out her world.
June smiled, but her hands trembled as she put the dress away again. She breathed-sighed-the perfume of cedarwood.
"Byron..."