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Figure It Out by lightgetsin (NC-17)
I know I know, 2 posts within 2 days of each other! I've been slacking and I know. Stupid real life is attacking from all sides so I'm posting again to try to make up for it. Enjoy this one, it's one of my all time faves!
Fandom: WHITE COLLAR
Pairing: Neal/Peter/Elle
Length: 22k words
Author on LJ: none
Author Website: On AO3
Why this must be read: Only Peter and Neal would have whole conversations under the guise of notes passed in secret and felonies. Lightgetsin writes a wonderful first time of how Peter, Neal, and Elle get together and tear down the many masks of Neal Caffrey. Because, lets face it, Neal wears many, many masks. One of the many things I love about this fic is that Peter and Neal communicate in a way that totally fits them: through cons and felonies, the basis of their relationship. It's full of humor and great characterization. This is the 3 of them at their best.
"Do you think he didn't get it?" she asked. "He took off really fast there."
Peter snorted. "He took off really fast because he knows how much it pisses me off every time he does a runner," he said. He glanced down at the note on the coffee table. "And he's daring me."
"Okay," El said, and rubbed her hands together. "So maybe he got it, maybe he didn't. Either way, we need to get him back here for dinner on Friday."
Peter nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Let me—"
El flung out a hand. "Oh no you don't," she said. "If I leave this up to you, it'll take six months and eight thefts for you to get through a conversation, and by that point someone will probably be in jail. I swear to God."
"It works for us," Peter defended.
"Neal is flexible," El said, and grinned. "He'll adapt to other methods."
"Like what?" Peter asked.
"Oh, I don't know," El said. "I was thinking I'd do something completely crazy like asking him." She shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and dropped it behind the couch. "Bet you fifty bucks and winner's orgasm of choice that we can have him for dessert."
Peter actually looked tempted, even though he'd sworn off betting with her nearly five years ago.
"Come on," El said. "I dare you."
Figure It Out
Fandom: WHITE COLLAR
Pairing: Neal/Peter/Elle
Length: 22k words
Author on LJ: none
Author Website: On AO3
Why this must be read: Only Peter and Neal would have whole conversations under the guise of notes passed in secret and felonies. Lightgetsin writes a wonderful first time of how Peter, Neal, and Elle get together and tear down the many masks of Neal Caffrey. Because, lets face it, Neal wears many, many masks. One of the many things I love about this fic is that Peter and Neal communicate in a way that totally fits them: through cons and felonies, the basis of their relationship. It's full of humor and great characterization. This is the 3 of them at their best.
"Do you think he didn't get it?" she asked. "He took off really fast there."
Peter snorted. "He took off really fast because he knows how much it pisses me off every time he does a runner," he said. He glanced down at the note on the coffee table. "And he's daring me."
"Okay," El said, and rubbed her hands together. "So maybe he got it, maybe he didn't. Either way, we need to get him back here for dinner on Friday."
Peter nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Let me—"
El flung out a hand. "Oh no you don't," she said. "If I leave this up to you, it'll take six months and eight thefts for you to get through a conversation, and by that point someone will probably be in jail. I swear to God."
"It works for us," Peter defended.
"Neal is flexible," El said, and grinned. "He'll adapt to other methods."
"Like what?" Peter asked.
"Oh, I don't know," El said. "I was thinking I'd do something completely crazy like asking him." She shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and dropped it behind the couch. "Bet you fifty bucks and winner's orgasm of choice that we can have him for dessert."
Peter actually looked tempted, even though he'd sworn off betting with her nearly five years ago.
"Come on," El said. "I dare you."
Figure It Out