White Collar - "Proven Wrong"
Title: Proven Wrong
Author: TeeJay
Genre: Het
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Kimberly Rice
Rating: R for (rather mild) sexual content
Summary: She nearly got him killed the first time they met, and neither of them couldn't really figure out how they ended up in Neal's bed.
Author's Note: I guess my main reason for writing this was to prove a point. The people over at collarcorner might know why. 'Nuff said.
Disclaimer: White Collar, its characters and its settings belong to Jeff Eastin and USA Network. And, guys? Your characters are not only welcome, they're wonderful. I'm just borrowing, I promise.
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"What?" she asked, curiously looking up at him from where she was lying in his bed.
He kept drinking her in, lying on his side next to her, his chin propped up on his hand. His mouth curved into a small smile. "Just wondering how the hell we got here."
"Oh," she smiled back a smile almost as winning as his. "I think I can help you with that. We had a pleasant conversation over expensive Merlot, then we made out, and eventually we ended up in your bed."
"I was thinking more of the bigger picture, Kim."
"I hate Kim. Please don't call me Kim."
"Kimberly has such a serious ring to it. Don't you have a nickname your friends call you?"
"I do."
He waited for the answer, finding the mottled spots of brown in her otherwise green eyes. When she didn't reply, he prodded, "And it is...?"
"Kay."
"Kay? As in-"
"K-the letter my name starts with."
"Hm," he hummed.
"I take it you don't like that either."
"No, it's... It's good. It suits you."
She smirked at him. "I'll take that as a compliment. So... the big picture, huh?"
"Yeah. I mean, given the fact that the first time we met, you had no scruples sending me in undercover as bait for a guy who was very intent on killing me-which nearly got me killed-I'd say it's a pretty long way from there to lying naked in my bed."
"Well, I did apologize."
"You said, 'No hard feelings.' You call that an apology?"
She shrugged ever so slightly. "Let's just say, I may have had misconceptions about you when we started working on the Gless case. Maybe I was wrong."
"Maybe?"
"Okay, I was wrong. Happy now, Caffrey?"
"I hate Caffrey. Please don't call me Caffrey."
"Neal," she rolled the name around on her tongue. "I think I could get used to calling you that."
"I think you may have to if you would like to do this again. You would like to do this again, right?"
"Have sex with you? Yes, very much so."
His gaze on her never wavered. "I was wrong about you too."
Her eyebrows traveled upwards. "How so?"
"Well, there had to be a reason why your marriage didn't stick."
"What, you thought I was bad in bed?"
"No, just... hard to please."
"And I proved you wrong," she stated.
"You did."
"Well, ain't that something." She studied his face and gingerly reached out to trace the stubble on his chin with one finger. "Now, I guess this begs the question, do you want to do this again?"
Instead of giving her a verbal answer, he rolled over to hover over her and leaned his head down to plant a kiss in the small of her neck-softly at first, becoming hungrier and more passionate as his lips trailed up to her jaw and then down to her mouth.
She returned the kiss with a desire matching his, and all the animosity they might have had for each other after their first encounter melted into mutual lust and longing.
It was the ringing of her cell phone that interrupted their intimate explorations, and Neal growled at her to leave it.
"It might be work," she mumbled, breathless, and rolled onto her side to reach for the phone on the nightstand. Checking the screen, she shot him an apologetic look. "I gotta go."
He looked disappointed but let her leave without further protestations, admiring her curves as she gathered her clothes lying by his bed.
He was still in bed when she came back from the bathroom, fully clothed and looking as down to business as the Kimberly Rice Neal had first laid eyes on the White Collar conference room all that time ago.
From the door, she gave him a last look. "We'll have to pick up where we left off some other time."
He smiled a winning smile at her. "That, we definitely do."
"You free tonight?"
"I am, unless Peter has other plans for me."
She pursed her lips. "Well, then I guess I'm gonna give you a call tonight."
"Please do."
Neal watched her walk out the door and relished in the subtle but sweet aftertaste of her perfume that kept hanging in the air long after she left.
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THE END.
Author: TeeJay
Genre: Het
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Kimberly Rice
Rating: R for (rather mild) sexual content
Summary: She nearly got him killed the first time they met, and neither of them couldn't really figure out how they ended up in Neal's bed.
Author's Note: I guess my main reason for writing this was to prove a point. The people over at collarcorner might know why. 'Nuff said.
Disclaimer: White Collar, its characters and its settings belong to Jeff Eastin and USA Network. And, guys? Your characters are not only welcome, they're wonderful. I'm just borrowing, I promise.
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"What?" she asked, curiously looking up at him from where she was lying in his bed.
He kept drinking her in, lying on his side next to her, his chin propped up on his hand. His mouth curved into a small smile. "Just wondering how the hell we got here."
"Oh," she smiled back a smile almost as winning as his. "I think I can help you with that. We had a pleasant conversation over expensive Merlot, then we made out, and eventually we ended up in your bed."
"I was thinking more of the bigger picture, Kim."
"I hate Kim. Please don't call me Kim."
"Kimberly has such a serious ring to it. Don't you have a nickname your friends call you?"
"I do."
He waited for the answer, finding the mottled spots of brown in her otherwise green eyes. When she didn't reply, he prodded, "And it is...?"
"Kay."
"Kay? As in-"
"K-the letter my name starts with."
"Hm," he hummed.
"I take it you don't like that either."
"No, it's... It's good. It suits you."
She smirked at him. "I'll take that as a compliment. So... the big picture, huh?"
"Yeah. I mean, given the fact that the first time we met, you had no scruples sending me in undercover as bait for a guy who was very intent on killing me-which nearly got me killed-I'd say it's a pretty long way from there to lying naked in my bed."
"Well, I did apologize."
"You said, 'No hard feelings.' You call that an apology?"
She shrugged ever so slightly. "Let's just say, I may have had misconceptions about you when we started working on the Gless case. Maybe I was wrong."
"Maybe?"
"Okay, I was wrong. Happy now, Caffrey?"
"I hate Caffrey. Please don't call me Caffrey."
"Neal," she rolled the name around on her tongue. "I think I could get used to calling you that."
"I think you may have to if you would like to do this again. You would like to do this again, right?"
"Have sex with you? Yes, very much so."
His gaze on her never wavered. "I was wrong about you too."
Her eyebrows traveled upwards. "How so?"
"Well, there had to be a reason why your marriage didn't stick."
"What, you thought I was bad in bed?"
"No, just... hard to please."
"And I proved you wrong," she stated.
"You did."
"Well, ain't that something." She studied his face and gingerly reached out to trace the stubble on his chin with one finger. "Now, I guess this begs the question, do you want to do this again?"
Instead of giving her a verbal answer, he rolled over to hover over her and leaned his head down to plant a kiss in the small of her neck-softly at first, becoming hungrier and more passionate as his lips trailed up to her jaw and then down to her mouth.
She returned the kiss with a desire matching his, and all the animosity they might have had for each other after their first encounter melted into mutual lust and longing.
It was the ringing of her cell phone that interrupted their intimate explorations, and Neal growled at her to leave it.
"It might be work," she mumbled, breathless, and rolled onto her side to reach for the phone on the nightstand. Checking the screen, she shot him an apologetic look. "I gotta go."
He looked disappointed but let her leave without further protestations, admiring her curves as she gathered her clothes lying by his bed.
He was still in bed when she came back from the bathroom, fully clothed and looking as down to business as the Kimberly Rice Neal had first laid eyes on the White Collar conference room all that time ago.
From the door, she gave him a last look. "We'll have to pick up where we left off some other time."
He smiled a winning smile at her. "That, we definitely do."
"You free tonight?"
"I am, unless Peter has other plans for me."
She pursed her lips. "Well, then I guess I'm gonna give you a call tonight."
"Please do."
Neal watched her walk out the door and relished in the subtle but sweet aftertaste of her perfume that kept hanging in the air long after she left.
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THE END.