gotta get away from this day-to-day running around
White Collar
Contractual Obligations: A Love Story in Three Traffic Lights by
shaenie
"You would never cheat on Elizabeth," he says. / The light turns green, and Peter has to look away, but he doesn't hesitate. "There are exemption situations," he says mildly. / He doesn't elucidate, but that's okay because Neal is already repeating, "Exemption situations?" with baffled disbelief. "Exemptions?" / "Yeah," Peter agrees. / "Like, exemptions on your taxes?" / [...] Neal huffs out something that's not quite laughter. "What could 'exemption situations' even be?" Adorable look at Peter (and Elizabeth) and Neal negotiating their relationship.
Two Hundred and Eight Weeks by
elandrialore
Utterly lovely and mostly plausible Neal/Peter/Elizabeth. "This isn't exactly the first time Neal's been in our bed, is it?" / Her lips are curved in amusement and Peter thinks back to three years worth of nights he'd stayed awake chasing Neal the first time; piles of files and photos spilling out over the bed in a frustrated mess, and Neal Caffrey's laughing eyes staring back at him. / But there's a vast difference between papers spread out in their bed and Neal Caffery spread out in their bed, all pale skin and angles that cut deeper than any paper could dream. / "This is different," Peter insists, and her smile grows. / "Yes," she says, "it is."
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Contractual Obligations: A Love Story in Three Traffic Lights by
shaenie
"You would never cheat on Elizabeth," he says. / The light turns green, and Peter has to look away, but he doesn't hesitate. "There are exemption situations," he says mildly. / He doesn't elucidate, but that's okay because Neal is already repeating, "Exemption situations?" with baffled disbelief. "Exemptions?" / "Yeah," Peter agrees. / "Like, exemptions on your taxes?" / [...] Neal huffs out something that's not quite laughter. "What could 'exemption situations' even be?" Adorable look at Peter (and Elizabeth) and Neal negotiating their relationship.
Two Hundred and Eight Weeks by
elandrialore
Utterly lovely and mostly plausible Neal/Peter/Elizabeth. "This isn't exactly the first time Neal's been in our bed, is it?" / Her lips are curved in amusement and Peter thinks back to three years worth of nights he'd stayed awake chasing Neal the first time; piles of files and photos spilling out over the bed in a frustrated mess, and Neal Caffrey's laughing eyes staring back at him. / But there's a vast difference between papers spread out in their bed and Neal Caffery spread out in their bed, all pale skin and angles that cut deeper than any paper could dream. / "This is different," Peter insists, and her smile grows. / "Yes," she says, "it is."
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