MMOM 2013 Day 11 Fic: What A Wife Knows
Title: What a Wife Knows
Author: turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Elizabeth Burke (Peter/Neal) Pre-OT3
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 680
Elizabeth lifted her shirt over her head and tugged her jeans and panties down off her hips and, leaving pool of clothing on the floor, slipped one foot into the steaming water. She sighed as she sat, sinking chin deep into bubbles that felt like silk and smelled like jasmine. She slid her hands up over her stomach and then further, enjoying the slick of her palms against her breasts.
Peter was working late and she didn't expect him home until after she was long asleep. She would never admit it to him, but sometimes she actually enjoyed these nights when she could eat takeout and watch a movie guaranteed to make her cry. While Peter was busy focusing on criminals and Neal, she got to focus on her.
Neal. She mused as a smile blossomed across her face. The undeniable relationship that was growing between the two men was a common bathtime fantasy for her, even if both men seemed absolutely clueless to the dance they were sharing. She'd catch wistful glances and how Neal had a habit of leaning into Peter's touch like a cat. The way Peter would come home from work and talk about his day and every part of it included "And Neal..." and he'd smile that had so long been reserved for just her.
And any woman would be worried, jealous. And honestly, the thought had crossed her mind. But this was Peter. And he loved her. And this was Neal. And he loved Peter. And somehow, it was ok. She'd stopped questioning herself months ago and now just spent a good portion of her alone time imagining what it would be like when the two of them finally admitted what she already knew.
She pinched lightly at her nipples and arched up into her touch at the thought of her husband, her big strong gentle, husband tracing Neal's jaw with those same feather light touches he used on her, before capturing the other man's lips with his own. Would he be gentle? Like he was with her? Or would his mouth be hungry and bruising?
She groaned as arousal surged through her at the thought of Peter pressing Neal against the wall, mouths open, tongues slicking, tasting, taking. Peter's hands tugging at clothing, seeking the heat of skin beneath them. Neal's own hands clutched right in her husbands hair as he struggled to pull him closer.
Her fingers had found their way to the center of her she loved the way she was hotter and somehow wetter than the water around her as she dipped a finger inside as she brushed her thumb over her clit. She added another finger and bit her lip to stifle her moan.
Her fantasy grew then, seemingly on fast forward as she slid her fingers in and out of herself, flashes of Peter's lips on Neal's neck, of buttons lost and then he was on his knees and Neal's fingers were in his hair, nails scraping his scalp as Peter fumbled with his belt.
Her breathing was ragged and loud in her ears, echoing off the bathroom walls, but she didn't attempt to silence herself as her fantasy husband finally reached inside and grasped his lovers cock. She increased the speed of her thrusts as Peter's hand started moving, grasping and gliding over Neal's erection. The image, the mere idea, of Peter's smile before he slid his tongue up Neal's length, eliciting a shudder and a low moan from him; sent her right over the edge and she climaxed around her fingers with a cry that vibrated around her in the small space.
She used her toe to pull the plug on the drain and got shakily to her feet, her legs felt like jello. She wrapped herself in a towel and padded her way down the hall. They hadn't made the bed that morning and she crawled gratefully between rumpled sheets, boneless and well spent. She rested her head on a pillow that smelled like Peter and fell asleep wondering when it would smell like Neal, too.
.
Author: turtlebaby_02
Fandom: White Collar
Written For: MMOM 2013
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Elizabeth Burke (Peter/Neal) Pre-OT3
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 680
Elizabeth lifted her shirt over her head and tugged her jeans and panties down off her hips and, leaving pool of clothing on the floor, slipped one foot into the steaming water. She sighed as she sat, sinking chin deep into bubbles that felt like silk and smelled like jasmine. She slid her hands up over her stomach and then further, enjoying the slick of her palms against her breasts.
Peter was working late and she didn't expect him home until after she was long asleep. She would never admit it to him, but sometimes she actually enjoyed these nights when she could eat takeout and watch a movie guaranteed to make her cry. While Peter was busy focusing on criminals and Neal, she got to focus on her.
Neal. She mused as a smile blossomed across her face. The undeniable relationship that was growing between the two men was a common bathtime fantasy for her, even if both men seemed absolutely clueless to the dance they were sharing. She'd catch wistful glances and how Neal had a habit of leaning into Peter's touch like a cat. The way Peter would come home from work and talk about his day and every part of it included "And Neal..." and he'd smile that had so long been reserved for just her.
And any woman would be worried, jealous. And honestly, the thought had crossed her mind. But this was Peter. And he loved her. And this was Neal. And he loved Peter. And somehow, it was ok. She'd stopped questioning herself months ago and now just spent a good portion of her alone time imagining what it would be like when the two of them finally admitted what she already knew.
She pinched lightly at her nipples and arched up into her touch at the thought of her husband, her big strong gentle, husband tracing Neal's jaw with those same feather light touches he used on her, before capturing the other man's lips with his own. Would he be gentle? Like he was with her? Or would his mouth be hungry and bruising?
She groaned as arousal surged through her at the thought of Peter pressing Neal against the wall, mouths open, tongues slicking, tasting, taking. Peter's hands tugging at clothing, seeking the heat of skin beneath them. Neal's own hands clutched right in her husbands hair as he struggled to pull him closer.
Her fingers had found their way to the center of her she loved the way she was hotter and somehow wetter than the water around her as she dipped a finger inside as she brushed her thumb over her clit. She added another finger and bit her lip to stifle her moan.
Her fantasy grew then, seemingly on fast forward as she slid her fingers in and out of herself, flashes of Peter's lips on Neal's neck, of buttons lost and then he was on his knees and Neal's fingers were in his hair, nails scraping his scalp as Peter fumbled with his belt.
Her breathing was ragged and loud in her ears, echoing off the bathroom walls, but she didn't attempt to silence herself as her fantasy husband finally reached inside and grasped his lovers cock. She increased the speed of her thrusts as Peter's hand started moving, grasping and gliding over Neal's erection. The image, the mere idea, of Peter's smile before he slid his tongue up Neal's length, eliciting a shudder and a low moan from him; sent her right over the edge and she climaxed around her fingers with a cry that vibrated around her in the small space.
She used her toe to pull the plug on the drain and got shakily to her feet, her legs felt like jello. She wrapped herself in a towel and padded her way down the hall. They hadn't made the bed that morning and she crawled gratefully between rumpled sheets, boneless and well spent. She rested her head on a pillow that smelled like Peter and fell asleep wondering when it would smell like Neal, too.
.