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Title: The Mice at Play - Friday Night
Author: oper_1895
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Neal/Elizabeth
Words: ~900
Spoilers: None
Contains: Light bondage, food, snuggling.
Notes: For [personal profile] jumpuphigh who requested "Neal/El, Peter has a case that has taken him to LA for two weeks already." I have distinctly non-fluffy plans to write the rest of the weekend as well, but here's some cuddle!fic to kick things off.
Summary: The first night, Neal just needs a quiet night in.



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Peter had been off on business for two weeks when Neal approached Jones for a favour. Jones had granted Neal’s request easily enough, with only one half joking warning about the cat being away. Neal grinned. There would be nothing of what Jones was implying, but there was going to be something that was so much worse. Or better. Neal sometimes lost track of that kind of thing.

But in the end Neal had permission to visit Elizabeth for the weekend, and Jones had put in the call to the Marshals. Elizabeth was lonely, after all, and needed an extra set of hands to help bring down the Christmas decorations. Since Peter wasn’t going to be home, Neal was graciously volunteering. He just wasn't going to mention the small detail of Elizabeth's new rope.

Once the decorations had been fetched, and dinner had been eaten, Neal could feel the pull of Elizabeth’s presence. With Peter gone Neal spent his days at his desk, and his evenings at June‘s. He felt touch starved. He missed them. As Elizabeth put the last dish away, Neal slipped up close behind her and pressed his face into her hair.

Elizabeth reached up to rub at the back of Neal‘s neck. “Oh honey, you should have come over sooner.”

“I’m fine.” Neal had been fine, but now that he was here, he needed.

“Sure you are. Go put on some comfortable pants and wait for me on the couch. We can just have some quiet time tonight.”

Quiet time was good. Neal rummaged through the stash he kept in the spare room (for proprieties sake) and pulled out a pair of pyjamas.

“And no shirt!“ Elizabeth’s voice drifted up the stairs. “You can have a blanket if you’re chilly”

Neal grinned and left the top behind. He detoured slightly to pick up the soft knitted afghan from the Master Bedroom before heading downstairs.

Neal was just settling in with the blanket artfully arranged around his shoulders when Elizabeth came out of the kitchen. She paused, taking in the scene for a moment. “You are so very pretty, Neal.”

Neal grinned, pleased by her attention. Elizabeth set the tray down and Neal couldn’t help but laugh when he got a closer look. They were all items that Peter would have considered pretentious. He would have eaten them, but he wouldn’t have given them the appreciation they deserved. Elizabeth must have just been waiting for an evening such as this.

Elizabeth guided Neal into position near the middle of the couch, sitting on one hip. She tied ankles and his wrists behind his back, leaving a short tether between them to keep him curled. Once Neal was properly prepared, Elizabeth sat down beside him and tugged him closer to her and away from the back of the couch. In the end, he was leaning comfortably against her for balance and not able to really do much else.

“Oops, one moment.” Elizabeth extracted herself from beneath him, leaving Neal in a tense and awkward position, trying to hold himself up on one hip. The rope wasn’t short enough to leverage against, but was too short to move into a better balanced position. Elizabeth was back in seconds though, with a bottle of wine and a glass.

“Now,” she said, tucking herself back into position and tucking the afghan more securely around them both, “no talking, you just sit there and relax.”

Neal rested his head on her shoulder as Elizabeth flicked through the channels until she found a Christmas movie. He wondered if he was going to get food or not, but there wasn’t anything he could do either way, so he let that thought pass. He squirmed a bit, just to feel the restrictions, but settled down when Elizabeth held the first pate laden cracker to his mouth. She followed it with a sip of wine, holding the glass just under Neal’s nose and letting him breathe in the rich scent of the wine before angling it to his mouth. It was a little bit of a tease but mostly it was a way to set the tone for this evening. Tonight was going to just be about appreciating the sensuality of life.

Elizabeth spent the movie feeding Neal tidbits and trailing her hands absently across his body, relishing in the feel of skin on skin. Neal leaned into her touch, soaking it up. She could feel him relax under her hands until he was limp and heavy leaning against her. His eyes had slid shut, but he opened his mouth for her when she brushed his lip with a spoon. He smiled when he tasted the rich chocolate mousse. Elizabeth followed it with a chaste kiss and Neal snuggled in closer.

She brushed a hand down his cheek and he opened his eyes to look up at her.

“We should do this blindfolded next time.”

Neal hummed his agreement. The sound cut off with a squeak when Elizabeth’s drifting hands gained intent. She tickled along the sensitive line of his hip bone. Neal jerked, trying to protect himself and came up short against the ropes.

Elizabeth soothed the skin with a firmer touch. “I don’t want you to get too complacent. Tonight’s for you, but the rest of the weekend is mine.”

Neal met her gaze with an eager look, then deliberately lowered his gaze. He bowed his head to her, feeling a thrill of anticipation. This was a price he was more than willing to pay.

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