Day 23 - When He's Gone - Elizabeth/Neal (As part of P/E/N) - NC-17
Title: When He's Gone
Author: turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: mmom 2014
Characters (Pairings): Elizabeth/Neal (As part of P/E/N)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 375
Warnings: Unbeta'd
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. I'm just playing.
Summary: Elizabeth likes to watch, Neal likes to perform.
Author's Notes: And with this, I am caught up again! Hooray! ... I take too much joy out of no longer being behind in what amounts to a personal challenge. lol
Elizabeth liked to watch. Problem was, being watched made her usually confident husband nervous. He'd try, he'd been trying for most of their relationship. But even this many years comfortable with her and he still blushed and stuttered and eventually she'd roll her eyes and give him a hand. Literally.
So the first time she was alone with Neal she'd stopped him with his hand on her zipper. "I want to watch."
His eyes had widened and his eyebrows raised. But he'd grinned wide and led her to the side chair. He stripped her down to her panties and gently pushed her down, his smile dropping to lust as she hitched a leg over the arm of the chair and teased her fingers over her clothes nipples and down her belly.
And Neal, oh sweet Neal. He performed like an artist. If, God Forbid, they ever gave out Oscars for pornography, he’d sweep the category. The first time and every time since. He took orders without hesitation or he knew what she needed when she was so lost in the feel of her own fingers to find words. He showed off with every arch of his back and shimmy of his hips.
He fucked himself with his fingers and and chewed his lip. He'd meet her eye and cry out for her, reminding her of his desire for her touch. And when she'd say "Not yet, baby." He'd squeeze his eyes tight and nod, never stopping the thrust of his cock into his fist. She'd make him wait just a little longer, let the show go on until he was whining on each exhale and then she'd join him on the bed, he'd jump and arch into her touch like it was electric on his skin.
She'd suck his nipple between her teeth and murmur against his skin. And Neal, such a good boy, would cry out and twist to get closer but he wouldn't come until she'd pressed close; one leg over his and was grinding hard against him. She’d wrap her hand around his and whisper the command in his ear. “Come for me, Neal.” She'd come again against him as he splashed hot across his belly.
Elizabeth really liked to watch.