Monkey on the Lam

White Collar RPF: You Don't Have to Go Home Alone

monkeyonthelam — Sat, 05 Oct 2013 01:39:46 GMT

Title: You Don't Have to Go Home Alone
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship, Gen
Characters/Pairing: Matt/Simon, Tim
Warnings: This is real person fiction. The people are real, the story isn't. Don't like, don't read.
Word count: 679
Summary: It's too late on a Friday night (really Saturday morning) for Matt to catch a flight home so, he weighs his options.

A/N: Written for run_the_con for citrinesunset's prompt, "change of plans."
A/N #2: Many thanks to the great lionessvalenti for the last minute beta,

“2 am is a good a time as any to stop, I suppose,” this week’s director addressed the crowd, “I think that’s all we are going to get in this week. Let’s call it a night… or rather morning. Great work everyone. Have a great weekend.”

Matt was relieved. He was used to the 16 hour days of shooting and he never really minded the long hours, but the diet he had to be on to shoot The Normal Heart final scenes zapped all his energy and he was almost always depending on reserves by the end of the night. He knew the restraints on his body would make work difficult, but sometimes it seemed to be too much.

It was times like this he wished he was home. Despite his exhaustion, he wanted to be on the next flight to LA, even if he had to be on a plane going in the opposite direction not much more than 24 hours later. On Friday nights, he usually left the studio and went straight to the airport, eager to go home to his family. But, as it sometimes happens, shooting went on longer than expected and there would be no flights back west at this hour.

Frustrated, he texted Simon. It was only 11 pm there, but he didn’t want to call because the boys were hopefully asleep. Simon texted back and suggested that it was probably for the best that he not brave air travel this weekend and try to catch up on some much needed sleep instead. In his exhaustion, Matt agreed and thanked all that was holy that he would be home in a few short weeks. There have been a few days that that thought was the only thing that got him out of bed in the morning.

As Matt slipped his phone away and got all of his things together to go home, Tim stopped him.

“Matty, you know I love you, but honestly you look like you’ve been through the ringer,” his friend told him.

“Careful with the flattery Tim, you wouldn’t want me to get an overblown ego.” Matt was too tired to sound sarcastic, but he was sure Tim caught his meaning anyway.

“Nah, you’re too good a guy for that to happen,” Tim replied, “But seriously, you look like you could use some help.”

“I just need some sleep,” Matt said.

“Do you want to come home with me? I have extra room,” Tim said, hopefully.

“Nah, I should be fine. Thanks though,” Matt answered.

“Are you sure? I would certainly enjoy the company. I’m not flying home this weekend either. Plus, I made a promise.”

Matt was so tired that he could barely understand the last few words Tim said, but he agreed and followed him to the waiting town car.

Once inside the car, Matt slouched against the seat and unabashedly against Tim’s broad chest.

Tim put his arm around the younger man and said, “Shh… Matty, it’s all going to be okay.”

“You’re a good friend. A real good friend. I might be hearing things, but I thought I heard you say that you made a promise?”

“You heard right. I talked to Simon not too long ago and he mentioned keeping an eye out for you. Now, before you say anything, I don’t want you to be upset, he knows that you are a grown man and can take care of yourself, but that doesn’t mean we all couldn’t use a bit of help now and again. I promised him I would look out for you, even though I was planning to already. We have always looked out for each other, no reason for that to change.”

“Yes, yes I know, you are very thoughtful and all those other good things, but no more words for the rest of the night. Too tired. Sleep now,” Matt said, teetering on the edge of delirium.

“Okay Matty, I’ll wake you up when we get there,” Tim said softly.

“Thanks, Tim.” Matt said before falling asleep against Tim’s shoulder.

White Collar Fic: Don’t Go (Until I learn how to ask you to stay)

monkeyonthelam — Thu, 03 Oct 2013 02:27:42 GMT

Title: Don’t Go (Until I learn how to ask you to stay)

Rating: NC-17

Genre: PWP.

Pairing/Characters: Peter/Elizabeth/Neal

Warnings: No spoilers, lots of sex.

Word Count: 2764

Summary: It’s Neal’s last day of work-release. He’ll be free to go wherever he wants to go, unless two people in particular give him a reason to stay.

It was Neal’s last day on the anklet; tomorrow he would be able to leave the city of his own volition. Peter had invited Neal over after work saying that Elizabeth was preparing a dinner for the three of them to celebrate the end of his sentence. If the world had waited almost a decade for him, it could wait a few more hours, so he accepted. As anxious as he was to move onto the next chapter in his life, he would never leave without at least saying goodbye to the two people who constantly saved him from himself and provided the closest thing to a home as he ever had.

After they finished dinner, and cleared the table, Neal searches his mind for the most graceful way to depart. He knows that he already overstayed his welcome by about four years and doesn’t want to impose on the people who have already given him so much. Neal is about to give his goodbyes and his vague plans for the future when Peter grabs his hand and stops him.

“Neal, wait,” Peter says urgently.

“What?” Neal asks, surprised and wondering what Peter could possibly be thinking, “Shouldn’t you be glad to finally get rid of me?”

“Don't say that. You don't mean it,” Peter says sincerely. He tries to move closer to Neal, but the other man motions him to stay back.

Neal looks confused and desperately wants to know what’s going on. “I do. I have brought nothing but trouble in your life and now it’s time for me to do the honorable thing and leave.”

“Just stay a little while longer. Please,” Peter says emphatically, not knowing what else to say. He silently hopes he finds the words he needs before it’s too late.

Neal shakes his head. “I still don't understand.”

“Neal, through good times and bad, your companionship has become a welcome presence and one that would be noticeably missing if you left. You’ve become such an integral part of our lives that nothing would ever be the same,” Elizabeth says.

Neal starts to sense that Peter and Elizabeth are trying to ask him to stay, and he gets exasperated at the thought. “But, all those times you lost your badge, got in trouble, got hurt, almost lost your career?”

“Neal, stop,” Peter says, “Now you’re just trying to make us angry by listing all the bad things that have happened. But that isn’t going to work. This is too important.” Peter looks at Neal and sees a tinge of fear in his expression. Here it goes, Peter tells himself as he takes a deep breath.

“Neal, are you scared?” Peter asks softly. He attempts to move closer to Neal again and this time, Neal lets him.

“What?” Neal asks.

“Are you scared?” Elizabeth repeats. “Is that why you’re acting this way? The whole world just opened up to you, it's okay to be scared.”

“I'm not scared. What would I be scared of?” Neal’s words are so shaky that it’s as if he can’t even convince himself of what he’s saying.

Undeterred, Elizabeth continues, “Of yourself. Of what you're feeling? You want us to be angry with you. You think it might make it easier for you to walk out of our lives, never to be seen again, but that’s not going to happen.”

“I don't deserve any of it. You know that,” Neal says adamantly.

Peter senses Neal’s agitation, and decides to mentally take a step back. After a long cleansing breath, he carefully selects what he’s going to say next. “The world might be calling you and if you want to leave and never come back, that is your choice. But don't do it because you think you’ll be doing us a favor. That would hurt us more than anything else. You need to need to know that.”

“You really mean that?” Neal asks honestly, as if he is slowly starting to comprehend that what they are saying is a real thing, and something truly precious that they want to give him if he would only take it.

“Yes we do,” Peter says confidently, “You can still leave, if you think that’s best. But, I need you to do one thing for me. If I am never to see you again, I need this one thing.”

“What’s that?”

Peter looks over to Elizabeth and then moves closer to Neal, “I need you to kiss me.”

Neal stares at the other man like a deer caught in the headlights. His eyes widen with disbelief as he tries to process what he just heard. A few long moments pass before Neal responds. “I am not sure that would be such a good idea.” He feels that saying anything else would give too much away, even if that thought is in vain.

“Why?” Peter asks gently, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Because you’re right. You are always right. I’m afraid,” Neal says, sounding defeated.

“Afraid of what, honey?” Elizabeth asks with care.

“Afraid that if I put my arms around your waist and if you pull me in close and bring our lips together, I’m never going to want to stop. I’m going to want to stay in your embrace forever.”

At that admission, Peter’s gaze falters. He needs to make sure Neal knows in no uncertain terms what is happening here. “You know why nothing else matters? Why I have followed you places I knew I shouldn't, done things I probably shouldn't have? It's because I love you. I love you, Neal. I have wanted to say that for so long but it wasn't the right time then, and it might not even be the right time now, but you want to leave us and it might be the last chance I have to tell you and it's something you have to know. Something I couldn't bear you not knowing.”

“No matter what happens, you will always have a home here. You understand? We love you, and we’ll love you no matter what,” Elizabeth says.

“You don’t have to say anything at all if you don’t want to, not right way. But I would really like to kiss you now. If that’s okay with you,” Peter says reassuringly.

Neal’s eyes soften as he sees the impossibly easy smile on Peter’s face. It brings a smile to his own face and gives him the last bit of confidence he needs to close the little space left between the two men.

What starts as a gentle meeting of the lips escalates into a full-blown battle of tongues, each man striving to express the passion that each man feels but, fails to find the words to describe. In the end, the need for air wins out as the two men break, panting.

Peter threads his hand through Neal’s hair, holds eye contact with Neal, and waits patiently for the him to find the words he wants to say.

“After everything that you have given me, how can I do anything but love you in return? I love you both so much,” Neal says finally.

Elizabeth walks behind Neal. “It’s great to hear those words, even if we were already almost sure. We’ve waited so long,” Elizabeth says as places her arm low on Neal’s waist. The younger man turns around and rests his hands on the sides of her face.

“I can tell you as many times as you want. I love you, Elizabeth,” Neal says longingly.

“I love you too, Neal,” Elizabeth says back. Without further delay, Elizabeth kisses Neal. It’s fiery and with great fervor from the start and she wastes no time asking for entrance into his mouth and he rushes to open up for her. Their arms start moving wildly, grabbing for purchase, pulling themselves as close as they can be. In the heat of their passion, Elizabeth maneuvers Neal so that his back is towards the couch. She walks him back without him noticing, or caring either way until the back of his knees hit the couch. She stops kissing him long enough to push his shoulders down for him to sit down on the couch. He puts his hands behind her waist and pulls her down into his lap as he sits. Elizabeth kneels on the couch and straddles Neal’s lap and they start kissing again. She tilts her head to get better access of his mouth so she can deepen the kiss as he pulls her against his chest. No longer satisfied with just her mouth, Neal starts to suck on her bottom lip before placing kisses traveling down her neck. Elizabeth takes advantage of the position and nibbles on his ear, her teeth just grazing the skin.

They freeze for a moment when they hear a moan and realize it didn’t come from either of them. Elizabeth turns her head around to look and both sets of blue eyes look to find the source of the noise. They find Peter sitting on the armchair opposite of the couch, mouth gaping and the beginnings of an erection tenting his pants. Elizabeth moves off of Neal and tells him, “He usually has more control than this, but he has been waiting for this night for so long. He’s been burning with anticipation.”

Peter is looking at them, but his eyes are unfocused. “Peter!” Elizabeth calls and Peter shakes his head back to reality,

“Sorry,” Peter coughs,, “It’s just that I’ve imagined this so many times. In bed, we have talked about our hopes and dreams and what we wanted to do with you when we got the chance. But, watching you two just now? It was better than any fantasy.”

“Apparently so,” Neal comments in Peter’s direction.

“Bedroom, now!” Peter exclaims as he chases Neal and Elizabeth up the stairs and into their bedroom.

When they pass the threshold, Peter hastily removes his shirt followed by his hands moving to his fly so he can get rid of the rest of these pesky clothes, but Neal pushes him onto the bed before he can get it unbuttoned. “Let me,” Neal asks as he stands over other man and Peter nods in agreement. “Up,” Neal instructs after he undoes the fly and Peter lifts his hips upwards so Neal can pull his pants and boxers down off and throw them off the bed. Peter opens his legs to let Neal in. Neal looks up at Peter from between his legs and maintains eye contact even as he puts his lips around the other man’s cock and teases the tip of it with his tongue. Peter’s fingers find their way into Neal’s hair and he begins to tug impatiently. Neal will let Peter rush him, this time at least, but he hopes in the future he will have be able to take the time to do this right. The thought of a next time, and the next time and a next time … but Neal stops that thought. The middle of a blowjob isn’t the most opportune time for an epiphany and he has a job to do. If it’s a quick one he wants, it’s a quick one he’ll get. Neal opens his throat and starts to swallow Peter’s dick. Now fully hard, Peter’s pre-come begins to spurt onto Neal’s lips as he sucks making them slippery. A few tugs at his balls as he sucks and Peter is ready to come. Neal backs his lips down to the tip of the dick and sucks Peter’s cock until his mouth his full of the other man’s come.

Elizabeth strips down to nothing and joins them on the bed. “Someone here is way overdressed. I wonder who that could be,” she says, seductively, from behind Neal, whispering in his ear as she unbuttons his shirt.

“Better fix that,” Neal replies as she slips his shirt off of his arms and onto the floor, followed by him getting off the bed so he can divest himself of his pants.

“Come here,” Peter says to Elizabeth. Elizabeth sits back against her husband’s naked chest and relishes in the amount of skin to skin contact. Peter rests his head on her shoulder and nuzzles against her cheek. “I love you,” he whispers.

“Love you too, hun,” she replies.

Peter’s places his hands at the top of her chest and they roam downward over her breasts, down her stomach and then to her thighs. “It’s been too long since I have fingered you, don’t you think?” Peter asks. Elizabeth hums in the affirmative, she can tell where this is going and she likes it.

Peter traces the outline of her outer lips with two fingers, circling around and winding closer and closer to her hole. As he rubs around her slit, his two fingers become slick with her moisture. As she breathes in, he dips his two fingers into her vagina and crooks his fingers and pulls forward so that he can hit her g-spot.

“Right there, baby. That’s it,” Elizabeth moans.

Neal is sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at the couple next to him. He can’t help it. He remarks at how easily and efficiently Peter finds what makes Elizabeth go crazy. This is what they are inviting him to be apart of, and he couldn’t feel more honored. Peter looks up and meets Neal’s eyes. “Would you like to take her home?” Peter asks.

“I absolutely would,” Neal responds. He crawls up the bed between Elizabeth’s legs and sticks his head between her thighs and his hands flat on the bed on either side of him to prop him up so he can get the best access. By now, her clit is already engorged and she starts to tremble in Peter’s arms as Neal runs his tongue down one side of her nub and then the other.

“Finish it, Neal, Finish it!” She screams, arching her hips up, searching for more direct contact. Neal places his lips around her clit and sucks lightly with his lips apart so his tongue can dance on the tip. Elizabeth tremors, opens her mouth wide and screams, “Yes. Oh God, YES!” as she feels a sense of weightlessness rush from the bottom of her toes to the tops of her ears. Peter holds her tight as she goes slack in his arms.

Neal rests against her as she comes back down to earth. Elizabeth smiles as Neal kisses her on the cheek and rubs his nose into her hair. “One thing left to take care of,” she tells him as she places her hand over his rock hard cock.

“Looks that way. What are you going to do about it?” Neal asks suggestively.

“Smart ass,” Elizabeth comments. She licks her palm in place of lube and smirks. She rubs her moistened hand up and down the shaft of Neal’s dick and tugs real hard when she gets to the tip. He’s not going to last long, not after the night they’ve had, and she can’t blame him one bit. Peter’s hand joins Elizabeth and they pump Neal’s cock together. His come beings to spurt out, coating both all of their fingers in Neal’s mess.

Neal brings their come-soaked hands up to his mouth for a kiss, smearing some of his own come against his lips which he then licks off. “

“We better clean up,” Elizabeth says.

“Do we have to?” Neal asks as he leans harder back against Elizabeth, not wanting to lose contact.

“Yes, believe me. You’ll thank me in the morning.” Elizabeth says as Neal reluctantly moves off of her lap and sits next to Peter against the back of the bed. Peter puts his arm around the other man as he leans on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. She’ll be right back,” Peter tells him, “I love you, Neal.”

“I love you, Peter,” Neal sighs contentedly.

“I love you both,” Elizabeth says as she walks back into the room and over to the bed. She wipes them both down quickly and then throws the wet washcloth in the direction of the door. “Good enough for now.”

Neal and Peter scoot over to make room for Elizabeth on the bed. Peter lies on his back and Neal and Elizabeth lay on their sides resting their heads against Peter’s shoulders, allowing his arms to reach around his two lovers who have already fallen asleep. As Peter beings to doze off, his head drifts to the side and rests against Neal’s head as he follows them into a slumber.

White Collar Fic: To Be With You

monkeyonthelam — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 01:28:51 GMT

Title: To Be With You
Rating: NC-17
Genre/Relationship: Schmoop, Peter/Elizabeth/Neal
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 958
Summary: For the prompt: “Day gives way to night”
A/N: Written for run_the_con. Thanks to embroiderama for the motivation and beta.

The feeling is incredible. Peter’s cock is buried deep inside Neal’s ass, thrusting with the power of years of tension from being able looking and not to touch, not in any real way that mattered. Peter’s filled with a sense of euphoria, everything that has happened, everything he has done feels like it was in anticipation of this moment. This perfect moment. Neal’s body is warm underneath his, providing audible proof that he’s enjoying this every bit as much he is. Peter feels his breath starting to grow heavy as he moves with greater speed, getting closer to orgasm with each movement. He’s almost there, he can almost feel it.

Until...

Peter’s eyes snap open and he’s out of breath. He’s stunned, wondering what the hell just happened, and turns his head to see who’s in bed with him. It is Elizabeth, and Peter stares at her for a moment without knowing what to say. Elizabeth is wearing her best sympathetic smile--the one she shows him when she knows something he doesn’t but should--but there’s no malice in it, only understanding with a dash of ‘You should know better’.

“Hon,” she says as she looks her husband in the eyes.

“Hmm?” He replies, still partway between the land of the dreaming and the awake.

“Don’t you think it’s about time?” She doesn’t need to clarify her statement. She knows all too well what has been occupying her husband’s dreams. Last night was far from the first time this has happened.

“I don’t know, El. It all seems impossible. It’s a pretty damn big thing to ask for. From you and from him. I don’t see how it could be anything but a fantasy. It’s almost unfathomable to think of whatever it is in any real terms,” Peter says with mild frustration.

“But it is real. Isn’t it? What you feel for him? Similar to what you feel for me?” Elizabeth asks patently.

Peter shuts his eyes for a moment before he’s able to respond. “It is.”

“Then we should do something about it, don’t you think?”

“We? Are you sure about this?”

“Of course. We are a team you and I. There’s nothing you have to do by yourself. And I am certain Neal will see it that way too. He knows there is no you without me, and he’s still interested. I’m confident he understands more than you think.”

“Really?”

“I think so. But there is only one real way to find out for sure. And whatever happens, even if I am wrong, we will still be together. Strong as ever.”

“Ok. I guess that’s fair. You’re right. It’s time to tell him how I, how we, feel.”

“Peter, we’ve been through these files so many times. I really don’t think we are going to make any new discoveries tonight.” Peter had insisted that Neal come to Brooklyn so that they could take another crack at their latest case files, even though it was a Friday night, and they were working on the very same thing just hours earlier.

“We have to be missing something,” Peter says exasperatedly.

“It’s getting late and it has been a really busy week. And I kinda was looking forward to going home tonight,” Neal closes the file and yawns.

“Just another hour or so, then we can call it a night.”

Neal stands up and looks for his coat and hat. “Peter, I’m tired. I am not going to be able to find what we are missing if I can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Wait!” Peter shouts as he grabs Neal’s arm above the elbow, “I need you.”

Neal looks down at Peter’s hand and then back at Peter. “I’ll be around. If you want, you can come over to June’s tomorrow and we can look at the files with fresh eyes.”

Peter shakes his head.

“Peter, Is there something wrong?” Neal asks worriedly.

“No, nothing like that. I have just found ... ,” Peter pauses, “I have been thinking about how much I need you. Not talking about what goes on at work, although that’s all good. I am talking about needing your mind, your smile. I need your touch, your body close to mine, need your undeniable spirit, your taste for adventure. I need you. All of you. I have fallen deeply, completely and irrevocably in love with you. For I can’t even remember how long. Elizabeth and I have long discussed our feelings for you and what to do with them. And we didn’t know what to do for the longest time, but we are ready for you to join us. We want to give you everything, but only if you want it. If you...”

Neal cuts Peter off from having to say anything else and relieves all doubt when he presses his lips to Peter’s. “Yes, yes to all of it. I love you too. I love you so much and when Elizabeth comes home I will tell her the exact same thing.”

Peter relaxes. “That’s so great. I can’t even tell you how happy that makes me.” Peter gives Neal another kiss just because he can and he loves the way it makes him feel. “She’ll be home from her event soon. Why don’t you stay and we can tell her the good news together.”

“No more case files?”

“I will put them all away, for the night at least.”

“Then we have a deal.”

Neal sits down on the couch next to Peter and rests his head on his shoulder.

“You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment,” Peter says.

Neal sighs contentedly in response, already falling asleep in the other man’s arms.

“Sweet dreams, Neal. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I DARE YOU TO TELL ME THIS ISN'T THE CUTEST THING EVER.

monkeyonthelam — Mon, 18 Feb 2013 01:56:34 GMT

I am sorry for the all caps, but I think this video warrants it. Just watch Matt and Tim be more adorable than you could ever dare imagine. Sometimes I just can't with them.

Person of Interest

monkeyonthelam — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 15:25:07 GMT

Inspired by rosabelle 's new tv show post.

I have been meaning to start watching Person of Interest for awhile. The premise seemed fascinating and io9's constant praise of the show made it seem like a good idea. Honestly, I am not watching many plot driven shows, as opposed to shows that are more character driven, so it's a bit of a nice change of pace. I've only seen the first six episodes, (no spoilers please!) so it is possible that the show becomes more character driven as we learn more about them. Actually, take that back. The show is character driven, and that character is the machine. The slash goggles aren't on quite yet, but a quick look at AO3 says that they might be activated soon. I didn't read any of the descriptions of course for fear of spoilers, I just looked at the number of fics written for each pairing. I look forward to reading them and going through tumblr once I have caught up.

Fandom Snowflake Challenge - Day 2

monkeyonthelam — Thu, 03 Jan 2013 01:30:54 GMT

Day 2

In your own space, post a rec for at least three fanworks that you didnot create. Drop a link to your post in the comments. See if you can rec fanworks that are less likely to be praised: tiny fandoms, rarepairings, fanworks other than stories, lesser known kinks or tropes.Find fanworks that have few to no comments, or creators new to aparticular fandom and maybe aren't well known or appreciated. Appreciate
them.

I have read so much fic that it was hard to pickjust three. I decided to pic from three different fandoms to show some variety. I picked these fics because they were fics that weren't traditionally my cup of tea so to speak, but they touched me somewhere special anyhow.

Citizens of Amity by thingswithwings

There are shows that I absolutely love, but for one reason of another have no interest in reading any of the fanfic like Community. I don't remember how I found this fic, but I am glad I did. The characterizations are spot on and even though the characters go out of their canon comfort zones, it still seems believable enough that it could see it happening on the show (if it wasn't on primetime tv).

Wings of Desire by elrhiarhodan

I never understood wingfic before I read this fic. I had no idea why one specific change in anatomy would be so popular, but the emotion of this fic really changed my mind about the whole trope.

Stained by ElleOL

When given the choice, I will always choose fluff over angst. I cry so easily when reading fic, it's almost embarrassing. When a fic has a self-harm trigger warning, I usually click back twice as fast. I am glad I took a chance with this fic because it really is beautiful.

Personal Post

monkeyonthelam — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 03:59:04 GMT

I had wanted to write a 2012 summary post, but honestly I have never really been public introspection kind of person. This is probably obvious for the fact that I rarely post something to my journal that isn't fan fiction. Right now I am recovering from cottoncandy_bingo, which was my first bingo ever and I completed a single line bingo.

I also met some great fans in person this year during my NYC trips to find the WC cast and my California vacation.

I also met some other people.

And this very bad picture of me, but it was a crazy night.

I really can't complain much about 2012. I finished grad school, even though I don't have a paying job right now. I have a couple of volunteer jobs though and at least they keep my busy and out of the house. I do hope someday that I will get a well paying enough job so that I can move out of my parents' house. But that seems like such a distant dream at this point. My anxiety is still a constant companion, but I feel like I have made excellent strides this year in managing it thanks to medicine, therapy, friends and fandom.

posted my bingo table behind the cut because I am so very proud of it.

Allergies	Water	Candy	Body image	Masturbation
Memorize	Costumes	Moving in / Living together	Siblings	Sandcastles
Marriage proposal (or equivalent)	Hurt / Comfort	WILD CARD	Northern / Southern Lights	Diary / Journal
Lighthouse	Four-leaf clover	Reunited	Learning to love	Secret romance novel / fanfic
Chocolate	Roommates	Tissues	Post-It Notes	PDA (Public Display of Affection)

White Collar Fic: The Best Love Stories Are Always a Bit Odd

monkeyonthelam — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 14:53:22 GMT

Title: The Best Love Stories Are Always a Bit Odd
Rating: G
Genre: Established Relationship, Romance
Pairing/Characters: Peter/Elizabeth/Neal, Original Female Character
Word Count: 1885
Summary: Post-anklet. Elizabeth catches up with an old friend from college and brings her up to date on the lovers in her life.
A/N: I wrote this for the siblings square on my cottoncandy_bingo card.

“Hey hun, you will never guess who I ran into today,” Elizabeth tells her husband as she walks in the door. 

“Who?” Peter says as he goes to greet his wife at the door. 

“Remember Kimberly, my sorority sister from college?”

“That name rings a bell. Wasn’t she the one that danced on top of a table at our wedding?” Peter responds.  

“That would be her. Anyways, she said she wanted to catch up sometime, so I invited her over Saturday night.”  

“Oh?” Peter says as he looks away into the distance.
 
“What’s wrong?” Elizabeth asks, sensing there is something her husband isn't telling her.

“It’s just that I don’t think she liked me very much, I think that she thinks you could've done better,” Peter says with a frown.
 
“What? That’s ludicrous.”

“Last time I saw her she said that I was a boring old stiff who has the charisma of a loaf of bread and that you were a beautiful flower who deserved to be with someone who was more daring and enchanting. Someone who could surprise you and whisk you off of your feet.”

“Oh, hun. I'm sorry if she upset you. She was probably just put off by the law enforcement thing. She's always been a bit of a wild child.”

“Maybe,” Peter says with a shrug, clearly unconvinced.

Elizabeth walks towards Peter to give him a reassuring kiss, “I love you, don’t ever forget that.”
 “I know.” he kisses her back. “ I love you too.”

“I just realized something. She might has well been talking about Neal when she was describing someone that was daring and enchanting,” Elizabeth says.

"Huh, you're right about that one," Peter says.

"What would you think about telling her about us? Maybe allow her to get to know you a little better."

"I love you and Neal with all of my heart, but I'm not that crazy about broadcasting our relationship, especially one that's as nontraditional as ours," Peter responds.
 
"Trust me, she believes in free love and would be the last person to judge a poly relationship. We don't even have to make a big deal out of it. "

"I trust you with everything. If you promise everything will be fine, I know it will."

“Hello!” Elizabeth hears someone calling from the doorway and goes to open the door.

“Hi Kimberly, come in come in,” Elizabeth says as she gives her friend a hug.
 
“Thank you. What a lovely home. Hello Peter, nice to see you again,” Kimberly says.

Peter nods at her. “You too.”

Neal joins everyone in the living room. Kimberly notices him right away.
 
“Whoa, who is this? Hello gorgeous, where did you come from?” Kimberly’s eyes travel up and down Neal’s body. “More importantly, is he taken?”

Peter walks behind Neal, puts his arms around Neal's stomach and rests his head on the other man's shoulder. “Yes, he is very much taken.” Peter kisses Neal on the cheek.

"What he said," Neal adds with a smile.
 
"Oh right. Sorry for not introducing him properly. This is Neal. He works with me at my event planning company, wrangling the food vendors and caterers, but more importantly, he's our partner." Elizabeth says as she touches Neal's shoulder.

"Really? Well aren't you full of surprises. That's really great. Wow, Elizabeth, I always knew you were a free spirit, but this is something else. And Peter, this does not sound like the man I knew before. I never would have expected something like this from you," Kimberly says.
 
"Well, I don't know what else to say. I like smart leggy brunettes,” Peter grins.
 
"Why don't you all sit down and catch up while I get the coffee. Don't worry, it's a free trade and organic blend," Neal says before he disappears into the kitchen.
 
“So this is the suburbs, huh? What happened to the girl that went streaking across campus with me?” laughs as she takes a seat on the couch.
 
“She’s right here, just grown up.” Elizabeth smiles. "I have two amazing lovers, a beautiful home and running a successful small business. What more could I want?”

"I see that. Although, it must be a lot quieter here than it is in Manhattan. Do you miss it?" Kimberly asks.
 
“I spend too much time there for work to actually miss it and it is just a train ride away. It's not as bad as you might think."

Neal walks in with a tray of four coffee mugs, deftly handing them around before taking a seat on the couch between Peter and Elizabeth with his own mug.

"Neal, Kimberly is an artist. She works at a gallery at one of the co-ops on the lower east side," Elizabeth says.
 
"Oh really?" Neal looks up with a twinkle in his eye and a devilish grin. "That's interesting,"

"I certainly enjoy it. Are you an art aficionado Neal?" Kimberly asks.

"You could say he's an admirer," Peter says while trying to stifle a grin.

"What's so funny?" Kimberly asks.

"I used to be an artist. In certain kind of way. I'm retired now though. The kitchen is my new love," Neal responds.

"Sounds like you have move from visual art to culinary art. What happened?"

"It's a long, complicated story, Are you sure you want to hear it?" Elizabeth adds.
 
"Absolutely. The longer and more complicated the better,” Kimberly says as her eyes light up and takes a sip of her coffee.

“Well, It has to do with the way we met. Neal used to be a bond forger and internationally known art thief and I was the agent that caught him and put him in prison,” Peter starts.
 Kimberly looks surprised. “That was not the love story I was expecting. So you fell in love with the person who put you in prison?”

“It was a gradual thing,” Neal says. “At first, I respected Peter because he was the only one smart enough to keep up with me. The more I learned about him the more I became enamored with him. Before he caught me, I let him get close a few times so that I could study him.”

“And when I finally caught him, he shook my hand before I brought him in. When he tried to escape prison three years later, he started a work release term with the FBI instead of serving the next four years behind bars. Elizabeth and I knew that he had a kind heart and was not prone to violence, so I figured that it would be best if he could put his skills to good use instead of sitting in a prison cell," Peter says.

“That's when I first met Neal in person. Of course it felt like I had already met him, after hearing so much about him from the stories that Peter told over the years that he was chasing him. Even then, I could see see that he had a general affection for my husband,” Elizabeth says, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“I'll never forget how welcomed you made me feel when you invited me into your home,” Neal smiles warmly at Elizabeth.

“Neal and I grew closer during his years as my CI. I learned that I genuinely liked him and enjoyed his company. We had some late nights where we were just leaving work at 9 or 10 o’clock at night. It became common that I either crashed over at his apartment in the city or I just took him home with me. Even when we weren’t working, Neal would be over here for dinner. Soon, the days that Neal was at our place started to outnumber the days he wasn’t. “

“One night," Elizabeth says, "while Neal was sleeping in our guest room, and we were in bed, I turned to Peter and said ‘It’s beginning to get hard to remember a time when Neal wasn’t such a big part of our lives. I think we have something very special here.’ He nodded and then I said that I was falling in love with Neal,” Elizabeth explains.

Peter nods as she speaks, picking up the story when she looks at him. “And then I said that I loved him too and we would talk to Neal about it first thing in the morning."

Elizabeth smiles. “When we woke up the next morning, Neal was already downstairs in the kitchen making pancakes.”

“When they told me how they felt about me, I was completely speechless. I had no idea what to say, but I didn’t want them to think I wasn’t interested so I gave them each a kiss and said ‘You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that. I love you too.’ Unfortunately, at the time I was still on parole and if anyone at the Bureau found out about our relationship, it would be bad for everyone. That meant to PDA at work and all of our dates either had to be here or at my landlady’s house in Manhattan.” Neal says with a fond smile.
 
“After Neal’s parole ended, he was offered a position at the Bureau as an analyst. He turned it down so that we didn’t have to keep our relationship a secret,” Peter says.
 
“Since Peter got to see Neal at work everyday for years, we decided that it would be only fair if it was my turn, so I created position just for Neal at Burke Premiere Events,” Elizabeth says.

“Then I moved in here officially, even though I already spent most of my time here,” Neal says.
 
“How romantic. You are so lucky to have found each other and look so beautiful together,” Kimberly says.
 
The four of them continue chatting until all the coffee is finished and Kimberly and Elizabeth fill each other in on the major events that have happened in the past decade of their lives.

Kimberly checks her cellphone to see what time it is. "Oh look at the time. I have an installation tonight that I have to prepare for. I better get going."

“It’s been lovely to see you again,” Elizabeth says.

“It was nice to catch up. Maybe we won't wait as long to see each other again," Kimberly says as she stands up from the couch.

"Absolutely. Maybe we can go out to dinner next time," Elizabeth says she get hugs her friend.

"Neal, it was very nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Neal says as he puts the empty coffee cups on the tray to bring back into the kitchen.

“Here, I’ll walk you to the door," Peter offers.
 
“Peter, what a gentleman,” Kimberly says as she follows Peter to the door

 As Peter opens the door, Kimberly gives him a small peck on the cheek. “I’m sorry if I had the wrong idea about you all those years ago. Elizabeth and Neal are lucky to have you.”
 
“Apology accepted. We are all pretty lucky, really. Thank you for listening to our odd love story."

"The best love stories are always a bit odd. I enjoyed listening to it."

"Thanks. Have a good night," Peter says with a wave.

“You too,” Kimberly says as she waves back and walks down the front steps and out to the street.

White Collar Fic: I'm Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover

monkeyonthelam — Tue, 18 Dec 2012 05:04:33 GMT

Title: I’m Looking Over a Four Leaf Clover

Rating: PG (allusions to adult themes)

Genre: Romance / Developing Relationship

Pairing: Peter/Elizabeth/Neal

Word Count: 913

Summary: It’s a wonderful day for a picnic.

A/N: I wrote this for the four leaf clover square on my cottoncandy_bingo card

It looks like a beautiful summer day outside, but Neal’s inside, on the couch, sketching some of last night’s sights into his sketchbook. It was a night he never wants to forget and by drawing it he can relive the night all over again.

Peter and Elizabeth invited him over for dinner. The invitation had seemed no different from any of the invitations he had received previously, but little did Neal know what Peter and Elizabeth had in mind when Peter had asked him about his plans for the evening. Dinner was fantastic as usual, and everything seemed to be entirely commonplace until Peter and Elizabeth started an extended makeout session. Neal was no prude. He had seen the married couple express affection many times before. He always found it adorable and life affirming that two people could keep that level of passion alive for over a decade, even if it also served as a reminder of what was missing in his life. Neal felt like it was probably time for him to go home anyway, but as he tried to make his goodbyes, Peter and Elizabeth stopped what they were doing, walked towards him and then began to kiss him with the same passion and intensity they used to kiss each other. At first, Neal was shocked, but soon any feelings of doubt were replaced with a warm feeling of belonging and acceptance. They had assured him that they’d waited long enough and now was the moment to make up lost time.

Neal’s hand slows for a moment as he reflects about how lucky he is when he’s distracted by a knock.

Just as if they were able to read his mind Neal opens the door to see Peter and Elizabeth.

“Hey,” Neal says.

“Hey baby. You busy?” Elizabeth asks.

“No, not at all. Come in.” Neal holds the door open as his new lovers both kiss him hello as they walk in.

“Going on a picnic?” Neal asks when he sees what Peter is carrying.

“The basket is a big giveaway isn’t it,” Peter says as puts the basket down on the table.

“The weather outside is beautiful, and we thought it would be the perfect day for a picnic in the park. What do you think?” Elizabeth asks.

Peter finds Neal’s sketch book and takes a look at some of the drawings. “Maybe you could sketch us some more. Just maybe fully clothed this time.”

“That’s an idea. You two are such beautiful muses,” Neal says with a playful smile, as he takes the sketchbook out of Peter’s hands, “Let’s go.”

The park is only across the street, but they take their time walking further into the park so they can find a semi-secluded patch of grass away from some of the foot traffic. When they get to the perfect spot, Elizabeth lays down the blanket and Peter sets the picnic basket in the grass.

After the blanket is spread out on the ground, the three of them take a seats. Elizabeth opens the basket and begins to unpack the contents.

“That looks like fresh bread,” Neal comments.

“It is. We stopped at a bakery on the way here for the french rolls.”

“Everything looks delicious.”

Elizabeth and Peter sit close together on the blanket, while Neal sits on the other side. He doesn't mind because he knows they will have to keep their relationship secret and any public displays of affection could have dire consequences. After he finishes his sandwich, he finds it hard to not stare at them. To keep his hands busy he finds a few long pieces of grass and ties the ends together. The grass tears, so he looks for something stronger. He finds a small grouping of dandelions in bloom and thinks that they will work better for his project.

“What are you making over there?” Peter asks and he and Elizabeth watch Neal's hands.

“You'll see soon enough.”

Neal has made a string of about four dandelion stems, when he surveys his work. Satisfied he ties the front to the end making a crown. He reaches towards Elizabeth, and places his creation on her head.

Neal scans the surrounding area searching for something else, something special that he can use.

“Aha!” Neal exclaims and picks up something small and green.

“Is that what I think it is?” Elizabeth asks.

“It's a four leaf clover.”

“Hey Neal. I have an idea, can you pass it here?”

Elizabeth takes the four leaf clover from Neal’s hand and then faces her husband. She tucks the four leaf clover over his left ear and kisses his temple.

Neal busies himself with his sketchbook, while Peter and Elizabeth snuggle closer on the picnic blanket. Elizabeth catches his eyes as he is studying them and sees a quiet longing in his eyes. For their relationship to work, it has to remain private, at least for now. But Neal can’t quite help longing for the ability to have public displays of affection with them. Knowing he’s been caught, Neal’s smile returns to its place. He’d rather have them both-limited in public though it may be-then not have them at all.

“I know, honey,” Elizabeth says softly, “Rest up now, because you know we are going to make up for everything in private.”

“And then some,” Peter adds with a grin.

Neal’s smile becomes softer as he finishes his sketch of his two lovers, dandelion crowns and four-leaf clovers and all.

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White Collar Fic: A Modern Couple

monkeyonthelam — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 23:15:02 GMT

Title: A Modern Couple
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Peter/Elizabeth
Word Count: 1130
Summary: An alternate scene from season 2 episode 8, “Company Man” that makes their Skype chat a little more interesting.
A/N: I wrote this for the masturbation square on my cottoncandy_bingo card

Peter is busy trying to get comfortable in his luxury suite. Not that it’s much of a challenge what with the thick robe, the kobe beef, and the silk sheets, but it’s still an adjustment because he’s starting to miss the person he loves the most. Elizabeth suggested that they could at least video chat so that they could see each other’s faces and hear each other’s voices and provide a way to keep him grounded and centered on this undercover assignment. Peter goes to get his laptop and sets it up on the table in front of the couch. He signs into the skype account he created just for this occasion. He sees that Elizabeth is online and calls her.

After the chat window pops up, he hears Elizabeth speak. "I miss you so much."

Peter replies, "I miss you too.”

"Hun, you have to adjust your screen, I can't see you."

Peter fidgets with his laptop's screen. He pushes it backwards and forwards until he can see a perfect view of his even more perfect wife.

“Can you see me?” Peter asks.

“I can,” Elizabeth answers.

“Look at us being a modern couple,” Peter says, pleased with himself.

“Ok so how’s the room.”

“It’s not a room honey its a suite. See for yourself”

As Peter stands up so he carry his laptop around the suite, Elizabeth gets a view of Peter’s bottom half. She lets out an exaggerated sigh at what she sees on her screen. Surprised, Peter sits back down so he can face the screen. “What was that about?”

"Hun, what are you wearing?" Elizabeth asks.

Peter looks confused because Elizabeth can obviously see what he is wearing. "Umm... a robe? You can see it, right?"

Elizabeth rolls her eyes. "I see the robe, but what are you wearing underneath it?"

Peter looks down "Sweatpants, why?"

"Honey! That's no way to wear a robe,” Elizabeth remarks.

"You know, I'm not a robe guy. I didn't know there were rules,” Peter says unconvincingly.

"That looks like a luxurious robe, one that begs to be worn without anything underneath,” Elizabeth says.

Peter grins. "Oh, and you are sure this isn't just a ploy to get me to take my pants off?”

Elizabeth grins mischievously. “Why can’t it be both?”

“You know this isn’t my thing,” Peter waves his arms back and forth to encompass the whole room and to emphasize his point. “We don’t live like this.”

“But it is fun to pretend sometimes. And isn’t this is a perk of the job?” Elizabeth counters.

“You’re right. I’ve certainly had worse assignments. I might as well enjoy what I can” Peter reaches towards his computer as if he can touch her face through the screen. “I still wish you were here with me.”

“Doesn’t mean we still can’t have some fun. What do you think?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well for starters, I was thinking you could lose the pants.”

Peter arches his body on the couch so his ass lifts off of the seat. He pushes the waistband of his pants past his hips and then sits back down so that he can push them all the way off. “How's that?” He asks.

“It's a good start. But you know what else I miss? Your big hard cock. I miss riding it like a carnival ride. It looks like it is being bashful right now though, do you think you could wake up the sleeping tiger for me? “

Peter places his hands on the top of his boxers. “I could, but what are you going to do for me? Maybe remind me what else I'm missing?”

Elizabeth sits up straight, which makes her gorgeous breasts perk up from underneath her blouse and unbuttons her shirt down to the top of her bra.

“Yeah, I certainly miss those.” Peter eyes start glaze over.

“Peter, focus! You still have a job to do.” Elizabeth snaps Peter out of his daze.

“Oh right, I guess it is my turn,” Peter says awkwardly.

“It's okay, baby. Relax and show me what you got.”

Peter lowers his boxers low enough for the fuzz and the top of his cock to show. He then pulls them a little lower, but instead of taking his boxers all the way off, he pulls his dick out of his shorts so that it is in full view. He looks down and gives it one slow, deliberate stroke and then returns his eyes back to the screen to see the pleased look on his wife's face.

Elizabeth moans. “There it is. Keep going, describe how it feels, what you would do with it if you were here.”

Peter starts to stroke his dick again, feeling it grow thicker in his hand. “I miss you so much, El. I miss your talented, devilish hands and what they do to me. I wish it was you touching me right now.”

“I know baby, I know. Look me in the eyes and concentrate on me as you touch yourself. Pretend that it’s me jerking you off.” Elizabeth mutters as she takes her blouse off entirely and pulls down her bra so that her breasts can spring free.

Peter's cock is almost fully erect, but his eyes haven't left the screen. “I wish I could feel your breasts right now. Suck on your nipples until they are bright red.”

“You know all my sweet spots, don’t you,” Elizabeth whispers as she pinches her nipples. "You know me so well. When to use your teeth and when to cause the right amount of pain.” Elizabeth punctuates the last word with a sharp twist of her nipples and a gasp.

“Oh God, El. It’s too much. It’s all too much,” Peter half shouts with his eyes closed as he fervently pumps his hardened dick, pre-come already spilling out.

“So close baby, you’re so close. Almost there,” Elizabeth chants.

Peter screams as he comes in his hand and all over his boxers. His breathing slowly returns to normal as he mutters, “Elizabeth. Fuck.”

“You did great, hun. I love you,” Elizabeth says.

“I love you too. Always. Better get myself cleaned up.” Peter stands up to strip out of his soiled boxers and uses them to wipe himself clean. When he’s done, he re-ties his robe and sits back down.

“You know,” Peter comments, “This is a really nice robe.”

“It sure looks like it. Maybe when you get home we can look into buying you one of your own and bring some of the fantasy home with you.”

“I think I like that idea. I better get some sleep now though, full day tomorrow.”

“Rest up, hun. I’ll be ready for you to get home. Good night, Peter.”

“Goodnight Elizabeth.”

Fic: A Romp in the Rain

monkeyonthelam — Thu, 18 Oct 2012 02:52:29 GMT

Title: A Romp in the Rain
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Fluff, PWP
Pairing: Peter/Elizabeth/Neal
Word Count: 1553
Summary: Neal goes for a run, Peter chases him and Elizabeth follows soon after. They collide in an orgasmic mud pile and stroke Neal’s exibitionist tendencies.
A/N: I wrote this for the wild card square on my cottoncandy_bingo card

Peter spots Neal across the street from his and Elizabeth’s Brooklyn townhouse. To Peter’s surprise, Neal just stands there and doesn’t come any closer. It’s been drizzling all day, but now it is starting to rain in earnest and Peter has no idea what his partner is doing. Losing his patience, he opens the front door and tries to wave Neal inside. As usual, Neal refuses the most simple of instructions and stays put. Peter groans, waits for a car to pass and walks across the street, determined to drag Neal inside by force if he has to. To Peter’s dismay, every time he takes a step towards Neal, the other man takes a step backwards. They continue this dance until Peter is almost within an arms reach of his partner but his attempt to grab his partner is foiled as Neal turns around and runs in the direction of Satchmo’s favorite park. Peter follows Neal through the pouring rain until they reach a grassy area in the park. Neal drops out of his line of sight and Peter gets ready to shout until he sees the outline of a moving lump over in the grass. The lump turns out to be Neal lying down.

“Just what in the hell was that?” Peter asks.

“Just trying something. I wanted to go on a run. See if you would come after me.” Neal says with more nonchalance than Peter previously thought possible.

“You’re crazy. You miss me chasing you that much?” Peter gets a look at the tent growing in Neal’s running shorts. “I guess you do.”

“The chase is exciting, but," Neal shifts closer to Peter, blue eyes looking into brown and continues, “it’s more about who is chasing me.”

Pulling Neal up to a sitting position beside him, Peter takes Neal's hand and places it over his growing erection. "I might know that feeling."

"So that’s how it’s going to be?" Neal asks with a smirk

"I don't know. Think you can handle it?" Peter says almost mockingly

In an abrupt motion, Neal moves his hands to Peter's shoulders and pushed. Peter, taken by surprise, can’t stop from falling backwards, creating a splat noise when his head hit the mud. which was slowly getting into the top of his shirt as the mud seeped through the back of his collar down his neck

Neal doesn’t give Peter any time to react and within seconds is on top of him madly grabbing at the earth on either side of Peter's head to keep him upright.

Peter gives him his most devious smirk, before Neal thrusts his tongue into Peter's mouth.
They kiss in complete silence, the emotions between them too strong to have any voice.

When Peter opens his eyes, he sees that Neal's are still closed. Peter, taking his only chance, rolls Neal over and gives him a back full of mud, creating a squish sound when Neal's bareback hits it.

With Peter's solid body on top, and his back in the mud, Neal moans as his senses are being attacked by both sides.

Seeing Neal arch his neck as he moans, completely ruins the glimpse of resolve that Peter had left, and tear his already ruined shirt off.

After Peter discards his shirt, Neal decides that his newly revealed skin is too clean.

"You know, sometimes it’s just too easy to forget just what you are packing underneath all of that stifling clothing," Neal says to Peter "I like having the reminder. But now that your shirt's off, we gotta get you all muddy again"

"If that's what you want," Peter says, rolling over onto his stomach, coming into full contact with the mud. Smushing his face into the mud, one side at a time, Peter lets out a loud, contented sigh. Pushing his chest into the mud so he can raise his hips, Peter blindly grabs at his fly and pulls his pants down as far as he can push which is just right past his butt cheeks.

Neal, looking on with amazement as Peter repeatedly pushes himself against the ground, rutting his dick against the soft mud through the fabric of his boxers. To get more friction, Peter pushes himself up on his elbows so that his dick hits the mud at a better angle. Finally reaching his orgasm, Peter begins to grunt. Neal, helping him along, runs a muddy hand down Peter’s leg and inside his boxers. Peter comes in a spurt, making a sticky mixture between his seed and the mud that has coated the outside and most of the inside of his boxers. Feeling relief, Peter rolls onto his back.

"Peter, you don't know what you do to me. I can say that no one has ever put on such a show like that for me before."

Peter sighs, "Why do I have a hard time believing that? I’d have a harder time not imagining that you haven't seen such displays before"
"Maybe, but as the exhibitionist, it’s almost always me putting on the show. I am not too familiar with the view from this side"

Peter says, "Well that part makes it more believable."

Peter sits up, "There’s still something else we need to take care of"

"Oh?" Neal asks

Neal has a sudden realization when he looks down, "Oh right. You can't fault me for being distracted and forgetful right now”

Peter can only smile and chuckle in response. "Lie down," he asks
Neal does as he is told and Peter kneels beside him

Peter drags a muddy hand from Neal's neck to his belly button leaving 5 dark colored wavy lines in their wake. He does this a few more times before his hand goes past Neal's bellybutton and past the waistband on his shorts.

Peter then stuffs Neal's shorts with large handfuls at a time. Neal moans as his shorts get heavier and his cock is fully immersed in the mud inside his pants. When Neal's shorts can't hold anymore, Peter pats Neal's crotch from the outside and watches as the mud shifts inside the shorts. Peter tries to palm Neal's cock through his shorts, but has a difficulty fully grabbing Neal though his shorts, so he pushes his way past the waistband and into the mud that hasn't fallen out.

"Do you like this baby? Rubbing the wet mud against your throbbing dick?"

"Oh God yes!" Neal says in one long breath

Peter, trying to finish Neal off, tugs down his shorts so that he can use both hands. Before Peter can get a proper hold on Neal’s cock, he’s interrupted by a voice behind him.

“There you are. All I remember is Peter staring out the window and then he was gone.” Elizabeth states.

"We were just doing what we always do." Peter says

"I ran"

"And I chased. and afterwards,” Peter pauses,” I admit we got carried away. it's not my fault he gets off on being chased"

"I told you. It's not the chase, it's the person chasing. And don't tell me it didn't have the same effect on you.”

“Enough you two!” Elizabeth tries to say, but her two boys are too interested in bickering with each other to pay her any attention. She crouches down in the mud so she is down to their eye level and pushes Peter off of Neal and his back hits the mud with a thwap sound. By now, the mud is up to the thighs on Elizabeth’s pants, but she doesn’t pay it any notice as she straddles her husband and kisses his mouth shut. Peter reacts by placing his dirty hands on either side of her face and returns the kiss.

“I love you,” Peter says.

“Love you too, hun,” El replies.

They break their eye contact, turn their heads towards Neal and send him a large grin. Peter makes room between Neal’s legs and returns his hands to where they were on their younger lover’s cock. Neal can not see what Peter is doing, because Elizabeth has taken a seat on his chest with her legs touching his ears. As she bends herself to kiss him, Neal rubs his muddy hands on Elizabeth’s clothes and body to make her less clean.

Peter continues to pump Neal’s dick with one hand and grasp his balls with the other. Elizabeth rolls off of Neal as Peter finishes him off. The three of them lay still in the mud as it starts to rain harder and the sky starts to get even darker . After a quiet moment, Neal grabs his discarded shorts and puts them back on. Neal gives Peter a hand to help him stand up . Elizabeth picks up their shirts even though the mud covering them makes them hard to find because they camouflage so well. The heaviest of the mud is washed off of their bodies on the walk home. Once they get past the front door, they strip their remaining clothes off and march up to the bathroom to clean off the rest of the mud. They all shower together, but the process goes as quickly and as quietly as possible, except for maybe a few yawns. After the shower, they take turns toweling each other off and climb into bed, ready for a good night’s sleep.

White Collar Fic: Cold as Ice (Cream)

monkeyonthelam — Mon, 15 Oct 2012 01:39:49 GMT

Title: Cold as Ice (Cream)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP with a dash of comfort
Pairing: Diana/Elizabeth (mention of Peter/Elizabeth)
Word Count: 1532
Summary: Elizabeth goes to Diana’s place to cheer her up (with sex) after her breakup with Christie.
A/N: I wrote this for the chocolate square on my cottoncandy_bingo card

Diana hears a knock at the door. Her apartment has been too quiet since Christie left and the unexpected sound surprises her. She has no idea who would be at the door, but isn’t like she couldn’t use the company.

When Diana opens the door, she is greeted with the sight of Elizabeth Burke who happens to be holding a plastic bag."Hi Diana. I hope I’m not interrupting," she says.

“Of course not. Nothing here to interrupt. Come inside,” Diana responds politely while wondering inside her head what the meaning for the visit could be.

Elizabeth follows Diana to her kitchenette and places the plastic bag down on the counter. "I hope you don’t mind the unannounced visit. I heard about you and Christie and I thought that you might be interested in some old fashioned chocolate therapy and someone to talk to.”

“Oh, how thoughtful.” Diana hears her voice go up on the last word and immediately feels bad about it. Ever since the breakup, Diana has been receiving sympathy from nearly everyone, from the barista at the coffee shop on the corner, to the file clerks and probies at the office. Diana knows that they all mean well, but she can do without the constant reminders of what she had. Still, she considers Elizabeth a close friend and she has to admit that it was nice not being alone in her apartment. Diana shakes her head from her thoughts and continues, “I always enjoy seeing you, but, you really didn't have to do this. I'm not going to tell you that I am over it, but I know that I’ll will be in time.”

"Indulge me then?” Elizabeth says flirtatiously. “Use it as an excuse to eat some deliciously tempting chocolate fudge brownie ice cream."

"That does look rather good. Haven't had real ice cream is so long, I usually just go for the low-fat stuff, less calories, but it still isn't the same" Diana’s says to make small talk and to try and decipher her friend’s seemingly salacious tone.

"All the more reason,” Elizabeth replies.

The two women start to dive into the ice cream in total silence.

“So... do you want to talk about anything, or do you just want to consume this delicacy in silence?”

“Ha,” Diana gives a small laugh. “There's nothing to talk about really. The split was mutual. We both just have very busy jobs and little time outside work so I guess things were destined to fall apart eventually.”

Diana takes another spoonful while Elizabeth responds, "Oh, I'm sure that's not true. You had to have had some good times. She never would have left DC if she didn't care about you."

“Oh, we definitely cared about each other, even still do to some extent, and I was happy the way things were.”

"Oh, what changed?" Elizabeth asks.

"She didn't take my reaction to the proposal well. I never said no. It's just... I never thought it would be a possibility, so I hesitated." Diana puts her spoon down inside the carton and continues, "I don't know. Maybe we had problems before that and the proposal made just made them visible."

"Oh, honey,” Elizabeth says calmly as she looks into the other woman’s eyes, “It’s going to be okay.”

"Thanks," Diana lets go of her spoon. She’s beginning to realize that ice cream isn’t the only thing Elizabeth is offering to make her feel better. This makes her curious and it’s not like she’s never fantasized about what it would be like to be with her boss’s wife. Still, she knows that she needs to tread carefully.

"Although, it would be nice if you helped me finish this ice cream." Elizabeth says.

"I really think I’ve had enough. I’d rather just throw the rest out,” Diana comments.

Elizabeth drops her spoon, picks up Diana's and takes a big scoop of the ice cream, making sure it had full of brownie bits. She holds it in front of Diana's mouth. "Are you sure? It would be a shame to waste it," Elizabeth says, moving the ice cream closer to the other woman's mouth.

Once the tip of the spoon hits her lips, she parts them and lets Elizabeth push the spoon into her mouth. Elizabeth's hand is on the spoon, but her eyes are focused on Diana's as they make contact. Elizabeth then slowly removes the spoon, puts it down on the table and moves closer to Diana so she can press her lips against the other woman’s.

Elizabeth licks Diana's lips and pushes her tongue into the other woman’s mouth and tastes the chocolate flavor that is left over from the ice cream. Diana puts her hands in Elizabeth's hair and begins to kiss back. When they part, both are breathless and aroused.

"Elizabeth... What is...” Diana’s voice trails off, not knowing what to say next.

“Peter knows I’m here,” Elizabeth pushes a few strands Diana’s hair aside and behind her ear. “I’m here as a friend who just wants to give you some … release.”

Diana grins from ear to ear. "You have some killer curves. I'm envious. I‘m sure there are women out there who would do anything to get curves like yours."

Elizabeth smiles. She knows that she looks good, but it is always nice to hear those words coming out of someone else's mouth.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom so that you and my curves can get intimately acquainted. And bring the ice cream.”

“Yes ma'am,” Diana says resolutely.

With the carton of mostly melted ice cream in hand, Diana leads Elizabeth to the bedroom. Diana wasn't expecting company, so her room is a mess and her bed unmade. Diana puts the carton on the bedside table and throws the comforter off of the bed. Then she steps out of her shoes, pulls off her shirt and sits down so that she can take off her pants. Elizabeth also undresses, but she takes off her bra as well.

Elizabeth walks towards Diana and pulls her close enough for their lips to touch and the kiss again. Diana feels the other woman’s lips travel down her cheek, neck and end up on her shoulder. Elizabeth nudges Diana’s bra strap with her nose. Diana gets the hint and undoes her bra.

Elizabeth picks up the carton on ice cream carton and puts a spoonful in her mouth. She takes the spoon out of her mouth and says, “Then lie down.”

There is only a little bit of Chocolate Fudge Brownie left, enough for Elizabeth to pour a few drips over Diana’s pert nipples.

“Ooohhh, that’s cold.” Diana moans as her nipples become hard.

“Let me warm you up then,” Elizabeth replies. She climbs on the bed and on top of the other woman’s legs. Elizabeth laps up the chocolate ice cream with her tongue in short and long strokes. Once Diana’s breasts are clean of sugar, Elizabeth sucks on Diana’s still frigid nipples until they become warm.

“Mmmhhh, better,” Diana exclaims as she combs her fingers through Elizabeth’s dark hair.

Elizabeth’s mouth begins to wander downward as she kisses a line to down to the other woman’s stomach. When she gets to the band on her underwear, she pulls them down and off of her legs.

“Are you sure about this Elizabeth?” Diana feels like she has to ask. She certainly doesn’t want her to stop, but she’s really going beyond the call of duty of friendship here.

“I’m sure,” Elizabeth responds.

Diana spreads her legs so that Elizabeth kneel in between and have space to get into the proper position.She finds the clitoral hood with her tongue and discovers that Diana’s clit is already engouraged and soaking wet. Diana moans as Elizabeth pushes back her folds and sucks her aroused clit. Diana begins the thrust upwards with grunt, trying to use her leverage to get more contact. Elizabeth moves her hands to Diana’s ass to hold her up in that position. Elizabeth takes longer swipes with her tongue reaching to her labia, but always going back to her clit. Diana wraps her legs around Elizabeth’s chest to lock her in place. Elizabeth squeezes Diana’s ass cheeks as she sucks harder. Diana is breathing loudly and heavily as she reaches her orgasm and releases a short high pitched shout when she gets there. Diana unwraps her legs and rests them on the bed. Elizabeth disengages from the other woman and lays on the bed next to her so that they are at eye level.

Diana’s eyes are glassy from her post-orgasmic bliss and can’t speak louder than a whisper. “You are so amazingly beautiful. Words fail me right now.”

“It’s alright, I’m sure you will sleep soundly tonight.” Elizabeth stands up from the bed and begins to gather her clothes and get dressed.

“Elizabeth, thank you,” Diana tries to stifle a yawn, “For everything.”

Now fully dressed, Elizabeth walks up to the head of the bed and kisses Diana’s forehead. “Good night, Diana.”

“Good night, Elizabeth,” Diana says before falling fast asleep as Elizabeth shows herself out of her apartment and makes her way towards home.

Cotton Candy Bingo

monkeyonthelam — Sat, 15 Sep 2012 16:09:50 GMT

Cotton Candy Bingo a bingo for all things warm and fuzzy

I have never done one of these before, but the happiness theme of this one intrigued me. I am a bit worried because I have received my card and I am not sure quite what to do with it yet. I'll think of something and maybe I will use this as a chance to write for a different fandom. I am still participating in whitecollarlas, but I don't know how long I am going to last there. Either way, I should have plenty of motivation to keep writing. Wish me luck!

Allergies	Water	Candy	Body image	Masturbation
Memorize	Costumes	Moving in / Living together	Siblings	Sandcastles
Marriage proposal (or equivalent)	Hurt / Comfort	WILD CARD	Northern / Southern Lights	Diary / Journal
Lighthouse	Four-leaf clover	Reunited	Learning to love	Secret romance novel / fanfic
Chocolate	Roommates	Tissues	Post-It Notes	PDA (Public Display of Affection)

Trying something new. Would you be interested in a meme?

monkeyonthelam — Sat, 08 Sep 2012 01:45:10 GMT

I know I don't post that much, but I am curious about the people on my f-list. In that spirit here is a meme from catpennies via elrhiarhodan

Comment and I will ...

1. Tell you why I friended you. If I remember.
2. Associate you with something.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Associate you with a character/pairing.
6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7. Tell you my favourite userpic of yours.
8. Tell you that you must post this in your own journal.

GO.

SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!

monkeyonthelam — Sat, 18 Aug 2012 20:50:40 GMT

I went to the comic book store today to buy the book 2 of Astonishing X-Men. This is what I came home with:

I bought Serenity because: duh. Hawkeye was on the 40% off shelf. I have a soft spot for Hawkeye because he’s human and has to fight along superheroes. I also don’t know much about him. I had a short conversation with the man behind the counter. We talked about how Marvel movies are so much successful than DC movies. He thinks that Avengers 2 is going to come out before 2015 and that no one is going to see Ant Man. I mentioned that I was interested in it because Edgar Wright was directing it, but it might suffer the same fate as Scott Pilgrim. I said that I was kinda backwards because I got into the movies before the comics and did so at an older age. He said that was common. I spent $60 in the store, but I think it was worth it. This was the second time I ever bought something in a comic book store (the first time was when I bought Astonishing X-Men Book 1), but I like the experience and I believe that it was worth it to support the store.

Even though I spent way more than I planned to, I am not too upset. I like to support local businesses when I can, especially bookstores and comic book stores because they are up against some very strong competition. I also made sure to visit the used bookstore nearby even though my reading list is already bloated. Quite frankly, used book stores are amazing. So much better than Amazon which has taken the heart and soul out of discovering and buying new books. In order to provide their low prices they have streamlined the process and taken all the fun out of it and I believe you lose more than you gain by shopping at amazon. If money is your issue, there is always the library. It’s free! The next time you don’t know what to read or if you are thinking about exploring a new genre, go to your local bookstore and just read down the shelves. You might make a great discovery or have fun imagining what the book might be about based on the title. Ask someone for help. They might have suggestions for you that you haven’t thought of and provide a personal service that no website could provide.

The title of this post is a reference to this scene from Futurama:

White Collar Fic: Hold Me Tight

monkeyonthelam — Sun, 12 Aug 2012 02:50:19 GMT

Title: Hold me tight
Rating: G
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Neal/Peter
Warnings: VERY BIG SPOILER from the preview for “Honor Among Thieves”
Word Count: 778
Summary: Peter takes Neal home and takes care of him
Beta Credit: sleepygoof8784

Words are sparse as the Neal watches the one of the last remaining connections to his childhood buried six feet under and gone forever. Peter stands tall next to Neal and holds his hand. He knows that Neal is standing on the precipice, moving closer and closer to the edge, but he just got him back and damn it all if he is going to lose him again.

“Peter let go of my hand.”

“No.”

The ceremony is over, but Neal hasn’t moved an inch. He’s still staring at the patch of freshly dug ground, not knowing what to next. He is drawn out of his own mind when Peter tugs his hand.

“It’s time to go Neal. Let me take you home,” Peter tells him.

“I can get there myself if you ever let go of my hand,” Neal responds, growing more agitated.

Instead of letting go, Peter only squeezes tighter. “I really can’t do that Neal.”

“Why? What could I possibly do right now?” His agitation turns into full-blown anger as he continues, “Do you think I am going to run? I already tried that. Didn’t work so well. I can’t possibly conceive of a reason why you won’t let me be alone right now.”

“Oh Neal, I hope you know how much I sincerely care about you by now. I don’t want you to think that you have to be alone right now. I can’t bear to lose you. I feel like I need a physical tether to you so I don’t lose you for good.”

“What, the anklet not enough for you anymore?”

“That’s different. That’s for the people who don’t care about you as a person. It is a cold, unforgiving object that is a means to an end and provides neither of us the solace we need. Come on, let’s go.”

Peter leads Neal to the car by hand. He opens the passenger side door and helps Neal inside. Peter brings Neal’s hand to his lips for a kiss before he lets go and buckles his friend’s seat belt before getting into the car himself. Neal is sitting perfectly still with his eyes set straight ahead and doesn’t say a word during the entire ride to June’s. When they arrive, Peter looks over to see that Neal has not moved one muscle since he was put in the car. Just like before, he walks over to the passenger side, opens the door and undoes the seat belt. He holds Neal’s hand in his own, through the front door, up the steps and through the door to his apartment. Peter finally lets his hand drop only to pull the other man into a strong embrace. Peter leans his chin on Neal’s shoulder and kisses his cheek.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to. Needed to. Wanted to kiss you for such a long time. Because I love you.”

“What?”

“Oh, I have never been that good at hiding what I feel about you. The things I have done for you. I have even surprised myself. After everything, did you still believe that I don't deeply care about you? “

“You love me?”

“Yes. I love you so much. I wanted to wait for the perfect time, but I couldn't wait any longer. I couldn't imagine another day without you knowing the truth about what I feel. I love you so much I can't even put it into words.”

“Elizabeth?”

Peter can't help but chuckle. “You think I'd have figured something like this out by myself? She knew before I did.” He puts his hands on Neal’s shoulders and says “Come on, lets get you more comfortable.”

Neal walks towards the bed and toes his shoes off. Peter takes that as a “yes” and follows him. Neal sits down on the bed and watches Peter’s hands as his partner unbuttons his shirt. Blue eyes travel to meet brown eyes and Peter carefully undoes Neal’s belt and pants. Peter bends down to take the pants off, lifts his feet and drags them over to the mattress. Neal lets out short sigh as the other man strips down to his undershirt and pants and crawls onto the other side of the bed.

Peter sits with his back against the headboard and cradles Neal in his arms.

"There is no power on this earth that will take me from you. wherever you go, I will find you. I will always be by your side" Peter says these words softly, but Neal can feel the strength in his partner's voice. Knowing that he is not alone, he weeps for the woman who raised him.

White Collar Fic: A Roll of the Dice to Make Things Nice

monkeyonthelam — Sun, 24 Jun 2012 03:13:46 GMT

Title: A Roll of the Dice to Make Things Nice
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Part Romance / Part PWP
Pairing: Peter/Elizabeth/Neal/Sara
Word Count: 2880
Summary: It's their first time together as a foursome and nerves are running high. A silly game helps them find their footing.
A/N: Originally written as a continuation of my other OT4 fic, Experiences in Two by Two, which tells the story about how their triad became a quad, but this story can stand by itself.

“Hey babe, you’re the first one here,” Neal says, welcoming Sara in the loft. The first thing he sees is how tensed up her shoulders look underneath her tasteful, light-green blouse.

“That’s good because I was thinking that I would like to talk a little before Peter and Elizabeth arrive,” Sara responds. She’s trying to sound as calm as possible even though Neal can probably tell how unsure she is feeling right now.

“Of course.” Neal gestures to the couch for her to have a seat, and sits down next to her, waiting for her to continue her thought.

For the first time that he can remember, Sara is having a tough time meeting his eyes. She looks detached, nervous even. If Neal were honest witha himself, he’s somewhat anxious about tonight. That has to be expected. Neal knows that he loves Sara and that he loves Peter and Elizabeth too, but loving them together is different.. He’s worried about how the events of tonight could impact on his relationships with the people he loves, but he remains hopeful and fully believes that the benefits far outweigh any negatives that may arise. However, the look on Sara’s face gives him pause. His internal thoughts halt as Sara begins to speak.

“I know I don’t need to tell you this,” Sara says with her arms folded, “but, I’m feeling a little nervous.“ She pauses, ”but excited.”

Neal gives her a quick kiss on the cheek. “That’s understandable and to tell you the truth, this is big, and I can’t say that I entirely know what’s going to happen. There’s even a chance it could blow up all in our faces. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that I’m not nervous, I mean it.” Neal holds her hands in his and looks straight into her eyes. “But I think this has a real chance of working. I love you, and as long as you are with me, I think the odds are on our side.”

For the first time since she entered the apartment, Neal sees some light shine on Sara’s face as a smile slowly blossoms.

Sara gives him a delicate kiss on the lips and says, “Thank you.”

Neal gets off the couch when he hears the knock at the door. “Ready?” he asks. Sara nods and smiles.

Neal moves lightly on his feet en-route to the door. He opens it and welcomes his new guests in.

Elizabeth is the first to greet him. She wraps her arms around him and gives him a smooch on the lips by way of hello.

“I’m glad to see you too, Elizabeth. Sara is over there on the couch,” Neal says.

“Hey you,” Peter says as he walks closer to Neal and hugs him tightly. He releases as Neal gives him a peck on the cheek.

Peter joins the others on the couch, while Neal goes to fetch the wine bottle and glasses. When he returns, he sees that Peter and Elizabeth have sandwiched Sara between them. Sara rests her head on Peter’s shoulder while Elizabeth lays on hers.

“I guess it’s the chair for me then.” Neal says this teasingly, but inside in his head, he’s really doesn’t mind it because it’s worth it to see the anxiety Sara confessed to having to him earlier has passed.

“It’s okay baby. Sit,” Elizabeth says as Peter pulls the chair closer to the couch.

Neal pours everyone a glass of wine and takes his seat.

“Sara, it’s important for you to know that the two of them over there can get real clingy. They might try to smother you.”

Sara lets out a nervous laugh. She feels comfortable squished between the two of them, but there’s still plenty of time for any doubts to kick in.

“I think I’ll be fine,” Sara says before she takes an extra large gulp of wine. “It’s sweet.”

Elizabeth stretches her arm around Sara and lightly squeezes her shoulder. “You can relax now, sweetie. We like you very much. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Mmm hmm.” Peter nods in agreement.

Elizabeth turns to Sara and says, “I think it is time to get this party started, don’t you?”

“What do you have in mind?” Sara responds to El, yet her gaze is focused on Neal.

El produces a small plastic bag with two six sided dice inside. She opens up the bag and empties the contents into her hand.

“We’re going to play a game. You can see that I have two dice. They are very special.” Elizabeth holds up one and shows it around.

“Oh, I know that game. Everyone knows that game,” Peter says with a slight groan.

“Yeah, they do. It’s cheesy, but always fun when played with the right people,” Neal responds and lightly shoves Peter’s shoulder to communicate to him that he should cheer up just a bit.

“This one has different body parts on it.” She puts the one die on the table and then she holds up the other one. “And this one has different actions on it. You need to roll both dice and then do what they tell you. Does that sound simple enough?”

Neal lightly smacks Peter’s knee and asks, “So, what do you think? Are you going to help me entertain our ladies?”

Suddenly, Peter’s pout disappears as his lips turn upward. It might be the wine talking, or possibly the warmth that exudes off of Neal that never fails to fill his heart with a smile “It’s on!” he exclaims with a slap on the table.

“Who wants to go first?” Sara asks.

Neal snatches the dice off of the table and rolls them. “Nuzzle and Shoulder,” he reads off.

Neal gets up out of his seat and moves over to where Peter is sitting. “Are you ready for me?”

“Just get over here,” Peter says as he pulls Neal into his lap.

Neal moves his head so that his face fits inside the space between the other man’s neck and shoulder and rubs his nose against the line where the collar of his shirt meets his skin. Peter holds him tight and leans his head to the side to suggest that Neal should kiss his cheek, which he does.

“That was two things, wasn’t it?” Sara comments.

“Technically,” Elizabeth responds, “but they’re cute so they can get away with it.”

“Thanks hun,” Peter says. “My turn.” He reaches around Neal so that he can roll the dice. “Caress and lips.”

Peter puts one hand behind Neal’s head and moves his other hand up to Neal’s face. Peter rubs his thumb across Neal’s bottom lip and the Neal can’t help but part his lips and lick the other man’s thumb.

“You’re naughty,” Peter taunts before he moves his other hand behind Neal’s head so he can pull him close enough to press their lips together. The kiss is anything but rushed as they leave their lips closed, content with just breathing each other in.

“I think it’s time we get to play,” Elizabeth answers and she picks up the dice.

All eyes are on Elizabeth as she rolls the dice. “Kiss and Hand,” she reads. “It’s a little tamer than I would like, but I think I can work with this.”

Sara can’t help but find herself excited at this turn of events. With Elizabeth at her side, she has felt herself becoming significantly calmer as the night goes on. She raises her hand expectantly and offers it to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth accepts the Sara’s hand with both of her own and brings it up to their eye line. While keeping perfect eye contact, Elizabeth kisses each one of Sara’s knuckles, the back of her hand, and turns her hand over so that she can kiss her palm. After Elizabeth releases her hand, Sara lets out a deep breath and smiles.

It’s Sara’s turn to roll the dice. “Lick and nipples,” Sara reads excitedly. “Now things are getting interesting. And whose nipples am I going to have the pleasure of licking?” Sara taps one finger against her lips.

Both Neal and El look at Peter at the same time.

“Troublemakers, the two of you,” mutters Peter playfully.

Sara grins ear to ear and faces Peter and Neal. Sara looks at Neal and says, “Up.”

“Yes ma’am.” Neal gets the message and switches places with Sara

Sara’s thankful she wore pants so that she’s able straddle Peter’s legs. She sits back on his lap so that she can pull Peter’s shirt by the lapels. She then starts the painstaking process of unbuttoning his shirt. Sara unbuttons his shirt halfway down making sure his nipples are clearly visible.

“Oh my, what glorious pecs you have,” she tries to say in a low voice, but ends up giggling instead.

Peter is reduced to a whimper as Sara dips her head enough for her tongue to touch his skin. Her soft, hot tongue makes broad strokes around his nipple, but never quite touching it. It’s a tantalizing move that makes Peter moan from the bottom of his throat.

Sara finally stops taunting him and starts tonguing his nipple properly. Peter’s head tips back with his jaw slack.

Afterwards, Sara rests her head on his shoulder and he starts to unbutton her blouse even if he can’t see what he is doing with her hair in the way. When he reaches the bottom, Neal moves closer so that he can help out by pulling her blouse off of her shoulders and unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts. Sara stands up and pulls Peter up with her.

Elizabeth also gets up and walks behind Peter so she can reach her arounds around his chest and finish unbuttoning the last few buttons on his shirt. With a little help from Elizabeth, Peter strips out of the rest of his clothes. Once he is fully naked, Elizabeth has to stand back and just take a moment to admire his beautiful form.

“Stop daydreaming hun, you are still extremely overdressed,” Peter says.

“Just admiring the view,” Elizabeth comments, as she starts to undress herself.

Sara’s attention is drawn to Neal who is now standing up and moving closer to her. She captures his mouth with her own with a powerful kiss and puts her hands on his chest so that she can guide him backwards, walking towards the bed.

Peter calls out to them. “You know Sara, I can last a lot longer than quick-draw over there.”

“Quick-draw, Peter? Are you serious?” Neal backs away from Sara and gets right in Peter’s face.

“Well, you don’t seem to be denying it,” Peter responds smugly.

“Because I refuse to acknowledge it with a response, that’s why.”

Elizabeth moves in to separate the two. “Peter, that was mean. Kiss and make it better.”

Peter looks Neal in the eyes, kisses him and says, “I’m sorry.”

“And I’m sorry that I am still wearing too many clothes. I’ll fix that now.”

Sara walks up to Peter, pulls him by the hand and pushes him onto the bed. “Lie down on your back, I want to take a ride.”

Peter’s momentarily surprised by the brazen request then complies with strains of the word “Yes,” escaping his lips.

Even Neal takes a second, mid-strip to look over at the bed to make sure he heard what he thought he just heard.

After Peter lies flat on the bed, Sara crawls on her hands and knees up the bed near his legs. She takes a seat on his thighs and places one hand around his cock while she tickles his balls with her other hand, making his dick twitch with excitement.

“Tell me how you like it. Do you like it slow?” Mimicking her words, Sara strokes his dick at a steady and unrushed pace. “Or do you like it hard and fast, like this?” Her hands quicken as she begins to pump his dick harder.

“Anyway you want to give it to me,” Peter moans.

Neal hands Sara one of the condoms from the nightstand. Sara rips open the condom package and rolls it onto Peter’s dick, and stares into his eyes as she moves her knees higher on the bed so she can position herself to get him inside of her. She then starts to rock her hips back and forth and begins to gain momentum. Sara feels a hand on her shoulder; it’s Elizabeth who is sitting on the side of the bed.

“You can hurt your knees that way. Put your hands on the bed to take the weight off. Believe me, you’ll thank me later,” Elizabeth says.

As Elizabeth watches, she feels the bed dip next to her as Neal sits down and wraps his arms around her.

“Now that is a sight I can get used to. Aren’t they beautiful, baby?” Elizabeth tells Neal.

“They certainly are. And so are you,” Neal tell her, then kisses her neck.

Sara does as she’s told, and places her hands on either side of Peter’s head and rests on her elbows which puts her face right above his. He reaches around, grabs her hips, and pulls her into him. She smiles.

“So close,” Peter moans as Sara thrusts harder. Peter hits his orgasm first, but Sara follows soon after and rolls off to lay on her back next to him while he cleans himself off.

“Do you think we should join them?” Neal asks rhetorically.

“Absolutely, we’ll find a way to fit,” Elizabeth replies

Elizabeth climbs into bed and nudges at her husband, waking him from his post orgasmic bliss. Peter seems to get the idea an snuggles closer to Sara, making room on the bed allowing Elizabeth to move further on the bed. Neal tries to follow, but is stopped before he can sit down.

“Be careful!” Neal hears Sara say from the far end of the bed. “I don’t want to
fall off!”

“Sara, I would never let anything like that happen to you. Why don’t we switch places. That way I can protect you from the edge of the bed and still hold you,” Peter says reassuringly. Sara crawls over Peter and next to Elizabeth as they re-situate. Sara lets out a contented sigh as she feels his strong arms around her tight.

Sara and Elizabeth make eye contact before Elizabeth feels Neal’s hand on her right shoulder. Neal carefully turns her so that she is facing him, their faces only a mere two inches apart, the tips of her sensitive nipples tentatively grazing his chest.

Smiling, Neal threads his hands through Elizabeth’s hair and holds while he brings their mouths together for a kiss.

While Elizabeth’s right arm is stuck between their two hot bodies, her free arm wraps around Neal and eventually lands on one of Neal’s ass cheeks. A short smack makes him moan into her mouth.

“What was that for?” Neal pretends to complain.

“Oh, please,” Elizabeth responds. “Maybe you should turn your back to me and get comfortable.”

After Neal turns around, he’s greeted with Elizabeth’s hand on his cock.

As Elizabeth presses her palm against Neal’s hard dick, he melts into her touch. After an entire night of foreplay, it isn’t too long before his come starts to leak over Elizabeth’s hand. She pumps Neal’s cock, she feels something wet on her neck, which she correctly guesses is Sara’s tongue, but she doesn’t have time to enjoy it right this second because her focus returns to Neal and his cock who are demanding her undivided attention.

“How is it, baby?” Elizabeth whispers in Neal’s ear. She absolutely loves watching him become undone.

“Gonna come… so hard... El…” Neal pants.

“That’s so good baby. Come for me,” Elizabeth says as she strokes Neal’s dick until he comes onto his stomach.

Neal leaves the bed for a moment to retrieve a wet washcloth from the bathroom to clean himself off and when he returns he is treated to the sight of Peter whispering into Sara’s ear as she licks and sucks onto one of Elizabeth’s nipples. He is probably telling Sara the exact places where Elizabeth is sensitive and how to touch her to make her absolutely crazy with want. Sara’s mouth travels upwards until she is kissing the other woman’s neck delicately and with care.

As Neal takes his place back in bed, he notices that Elizabeth has a sated smile on her face, but her lids are starting to look heavy and she is struggling to stifle a yawn which finally escapes. She looks a little embarrassed, but Sara is quick to comfort her.

“It’s fine,” Sara says calmly, “It’s been a big night.”

Peter moves his arm over Sara to give El’s hand a squeeze with his own and Sara’s waist, spooning her from behind. Neal lies on his side with his arm splayed over Elizabeth’s chest and his face tucked into her shoulder. Neal takes in an extra moment before he closes his eyes to look at his lovers. It has been a big night, he thinks to himself, and a great night. Hopefully one of many. If tonight is any indication, he very well might get his wish.

They stay cuddled together until morning.

White Collar Fic: Hot Time, Summer in the City

monkeyonthelam — Sun, 17 Jun 2012 22:41:05 GMT

Title: Hot time, Summer in the City
Rating:G
Genre:All fluff, very little substance
Pairing: Established OT3
Word Count: 986
Prompt: Peter and Neal fight over who gets to paint Elizabeth's toenails.
A/N: This was written for whitecollarhc's Comfest. The title is from The Lovin' Spoonful's song, "Summer in the City"

A heat wave was currently overpowering New York City. The sidewalks that usually featured high volumes of foot traffic were reduced to a trickle as the poor souls who had no choice but to brave the heat to get to their (hopefully air-conditioned) destination. The only other people outside were young children in their bathing suits playing in the water from the fire hydrant which the fire department opened up to relieve the heat. The meteorologist on the TV suggested that, if possible, people should stay indoors unless of an emergency because there was a heat stroke warning in effect. So that's what Peter, Elizabeth, Neal and Satchmo (poor sweaty, panting Satchmo) were doing and they were bored out of their minds. They couldn’t even sit too close together because every time they tried to sit closer than an arm's length away, the extra heat from another person's body made any type of cuddling sadly unpleasant, even though the air conditioner was trying its very best.

"Still," Elizabeth thought to herself, "I have both of my boys together, safe under one roof. We need to do something together. Maybe we should paint each other's toenails." In the next moment, Peter and Neal turned their heads to face her and she realized that she might have just said that last sentence out loud.

"Well, that certainly is an idea. Although, there’s no way I am letting Peter near my toes. This is something that needs a light touch, " Neal responded.

"He might surprise you, he's done a great job for me in the past," Elizabeth said.

"Really?" Neal said, shock apparent in his voice.

"Give me a little credit. I might not be all suave and sophisticated like you, but for the right person, I'll put in the extra effort," Peter stated, smile on his lips.

"While you two talk this out, I am going to see what colors of nail polish I have and bring them down," Elizabeth said as she walked out of the room. When she came back she was holding a shoe box full of bottles. She put them down on the table so that everyone could see.

Peter picked up a bottle of bright blue polish. "This one is called Blue My Mind. I think this one is a good one for Neal because it matches his pretty blue eyes."

Neal puckered his lips in Peter's direction and then said, "Aww, you flatter me, baby."

Elizabeth chose a purple one. "I'm saving this one for Peter. It's called Do You Lilac It," she read.

Neal was the last one to choose a color and decided to go with bright pink for Elizabeth. "That's Berry Daring," Neal read out, then asked, "Who's going to paint whose nails?"

"I think,' Elizabeth started, "that you should let Peter do your nails, Neal and that you can do mine."

Peter looked at his wife and replied, "That means you get to do mine."

After that was decided they found their positions on the floor. Elizabeth leaned her back against the the couch and raised her knees so her feet were flat on the floor. Neal uncapped That's Berry Daring as Peter looked on. It was a nice relaxing exercise. Even though the physical contact was minimal, painting her nails felt intimate because all of Neal's attention was centered on Elizabeth and her ten little toenails. Neal moved quickly, but steadily and soon he was finished. After he was finished, he gave Elizabeth a quick peck on the cheek.

"Thank you sweetie. They look beautiful," Elizabeth said as she looked at her newly painted nails.

Elizabeth wiggled her toes while Peter opened Blue My Mind. Neal sat just like Elizabeth did with his feet flat on the floor and facing Peter.

"You nervous?" Peter asked.

"Not at all. I have complete confidence in you," Neal said honestly as he looked into Peter's eyes.

Peter didn't work as fast as Neal did, but he was just as careful. He took his time with each nail, making sure the small brush touched only the nail and not Neal's skin. If Neal was quiet, he could hear Peter humming some distant tune as he went from one toe to the next. Wordlessly, he turned his head towards Elizabeth to see if she heard it too. Elizabeth met his eyes and smiled at him, signaling that she had. It wasn't too much longer until Peter finished and took a second to look at his handiwork.

"What do you think?" Peter asked.

"I think you need to kiss me right now," Neal answered.

Peter carefully backed up from Neal's toes and moved closer to his face so that he could give his lover a short but sweet kiss.

Elizabeth slowly spread her legs wide so that Peter could sit between them and get close to her without disturbing her still drying toes. Peter offered his feet too his wife as Neal handed her the bottle of Do You Lilac it.

Neal watched Elizabeth paint Peter's toe nails purple. She had only finished one of Peter's big toes, but the color was beautiful. Elizabeth had a nice eye for color and Neal was sure that she felt as excited as he was to see Peter with purple nails. After she was finished, Neal and Peter slowly shuffled to sit with their backs to the couch near Elizabeth so that they could put their outstretched legs next to each other. All three of them looked at the thirty freshly painted bright colored toenails in front of them.

"That was fun," Neal said softly, breaking the silence.

"Yes, it certainly was," Peter agreed as Neal and Elizabeth rested their heads on either sides of his shoulders. The heat was now receding as afternoon turned to evening. Tomorrow would be a different day, high temperatures or no, but they had each other and that's what mattered.

White Collar Fic: A Friend

monkeyonthelam — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 01:49:06 GMT

Title: A Friend
Rating: G
Pairings: possible Neal/Sara
Length: 300 words
Spoilers: Everything before Countdown
Author's Note 1: I was looking through my wip folder and I found a few sentences about what Sara what might be thinking after the first half of the season. Since she is coming back tomorrow and since the new canon will undoubtedly supplants my current head-canon, I figured that I should post what I have now before it we really know what happened.
Author's Note 2: This is unbeta'd. I have never posted anything unbeta'd before so this is my unfiltered writing. I hope it doesn't suck too bad.

Sara sees something else in Neal. Most people probably only see his expensive tastes and gorgeous looks .She knows that almost everyone is charmed by him, but she wonders how many people actually know him. She thought that Mozzie was one of those people, but now she was having doubts.

Despite the protective barriers that they have put up between them, she senses a kind soul underneath what everyone else sees. She almost banished the thought when she saw that treasure. That was before her talk with Mozzie. After Mozzie told her that he thought that Neal was going to ask her to run with them, she knew that there was hope for Neal’s reformation yet. She could tell from Mozzie’s agitation, that it was probably Mozzie that wanted to run more than Neal. If she was right, Neal was having trouble making a decision that could ruin the rest of his life. She thought of how lonely he must be. The only person he has been able to talk to honestly has constantly been pushing him towards his destruction.

She was going to help Neal. So many things have changed, her life has gotten more complicated she knows that her life would be easier if she walked away, but when had she ever settled for easy. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was feeling, but she knew that she needed to be a friend to Neal right now. She had seen signs of his recovery like, the way he handled “Robin Hoodie” and got him to turn himself in. When she approached him with the treasure he didn’t ask her to go with him because he knew in his heart he wasn’t leaving either. Sara decided Neal needed a true friend and that it was going to be her.

White Collar Fic: FIne Japanese Cuisine

monkeyonthelam — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 23:58:04 GMT

Title: Fine Japanese Cuisine
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Characters/Pairing: Established Diana/Christie, Peter/Elizabeth/Neal (minor Diana/Christie/Elizabeth)
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 1777
Summary: Diana and Christie go to a dinner party hosted by Peter, Elizabeth and Neal. Things get out of control in a sexy way.

“Peter and Elizabeth invited us over to their house? That’s nice of them.” Christie asked her girlfriend Diana.

“Neal will be joining us too, but he won’t make too much trouble with Peter there.”

"Neal's going to be there? I thought this was going to be a couples dinner. Why would he be there?"

"Well, Peter has been good for him, and Elizabeth adores him, and along the way they sort of started a relationship together."

Christie gives her a look.

“I had my doubts too, but it seems to be working for all of them. You’ll see.”

“I’m sure I will and if you promise that he will behave, I definitely believe you.”

Neal really wanted this night to be special so instead of a typical dinner party at the table, he was going to create a sushi spread on a short table in the living room with ornate pillows for seats. He wanted to make the atmosphere as comfortable as possible because he wasn’t sure if Diana completely approved of his relationship with the Burkes. He absolutely had to be on his best behavior.

When Neal is finished setting the table he invites Peter and Elizabeth to come back into the room.

“Oh sweetie I love it,” Elizabeth exclaims before she kisses Neal on the cheek, “And if this FBI thing falls through you should call me. We might be able to use you at Burke Premiere Events.”

Peter laughs. “Very funny, hun. But his ass is mine and you know it.”

“Well technically his ass is ours, but I see your point.”

Not long after, El hears a knock at the door.

"That must be Diana and Christie," Neal says "If you get the door, I'll grab the food from the kitchen.”

Elizabeth is greeted with their guests when she opens the door.

“Neal wanted to make this night special so we’re having sushi,” Elizabeth explains as she walks them into the living room.

Upon seeing the elegant place centers, Christie comments, “Neal never does anything halfway does he?”

“No, he really doesn’t,” Peter says, amused.

Diana and Christie take their seat on the cushions around the circular table. Elizabeth sits next to Diana while Peter sits next to Christie leaving the empty seat for Neal between his lovers.

Shortly after, Neal returns from the kitchen with the containers of food from the Japanese restaurant. In traditional Japanese style, Neal carefully places each of the items onto one big communal plate and much smaller plates for each individual. He places each roll in a perfect lines on one side of the plate and lays the larger shrimp and fish on the other side. In the next container he has small cups to pour the Wasabi and soy sauce into.

“Finally, what’s good sushi without some sake?” Neal says as he places the bottle on the table.

“Looks good Neal, let’s eat!” Peter says, chopsticks already in hand.

“Real classy Peter” Neal says.

“Still love me?” Peter asks.

Neal sits down on his cushion and gives Peter a light kiss, “Absolutely.”

“Aww Di, you didn’t tell me they were this cute,” Christie tells her girlfriend.

“They have a certain charm I admit, but don’t think that’s going to stop me from keeping a careful eye on you, Caffrey,” Diana says.

“I completely understand, Agent Barrigan, and frankly I wouldn’t expect anything else,” Neal says, using his most innocent looking smile.

Peter finishes the bite he has in his mouth before he talks. “Don’t worry Di, we have him well trained.”

Neal sulks in response.

Elizabeth moves one of the rolls to her plate. “Neal, you really have to tell me where you found this sushi place. These California Rolls are divine.”

“I have the address in the kitchen. Burke Premiere Events looking for new caterers?” Neal asks.

“I’m always on the lookout you know,” Elizabeth answers.

“Hey, if I am not allowed to talk about work, you aren’t either,” Peter says.

Diana laughs as she dips her fish into the cup of soy sauce. However, she isn’t paying enough attention because she gets too much sauce on the fish and the rest drips onto the back of Elizabeth’s hand.

“Shit! Elizabeth, I am so sorry.” Diana says.

“Diana don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal.” She sends her husband a devilish smirk before she continues, “But you could make it up to me by cleaning me up.”

Elizabeth holds her hand up to Diana’s face. “Please?” she asks.

Diana sits perfectly still until she feels Christie breathing on her ear and hears he say, “I want to see you do it.”

Diana snaps back to reality to hold Elizabeth’s sauce covered hand in her own. She sticks her tongue out wide and begins to lick. After she is done, she hazards a look over to Peter from across the table. He looks like he is in a trance and It almost looks like his pupils are about to dilate. But, those are signs of arousal. “Could my boss really be getting aroused by watching me kiss his wife?” Diana asked herself. Diana’s thoughts are interrupted by Elizabeth’s voice.

Elizabeth turns to Diana and wraps her arms around the other woman’s neck. “I need to thank you, Diana, for making sure my husband gets home safely every night. You are,” Elizabeth stops talking and places a small kiss on Diana’s flushed cheek before continuing, “a Godsend.”

Diana tries to shake off her blush with a laugh and says with what she hopes is an even voice, “You know Elizabeth, it really is a team effort.” Elizabeth drops her arms from Diana’s shoulders, but places her hands on Diana’s calves so she can keep the physical contact.

“Di, stop being so modest,” Diana hears Christie say from behind her, “You have to admit that you are amazing.”

When Diana hears this, her face slips into a deep smile. “If Christie wants to play this game, then it’s time we have some fun,” Diana reasons with herself.

Peter’s jaw drops open and, if he listens closely, Neal can hear a strangled noise trying to escape the older man’s throat. Neal smirks and moves to position himself next to Peter.
Neal wraps his arm around Peter pulling him closer and rests his hand on top of the growing bulge in the other man’s pants.

Diana runs her lips across Elizabeth’s throat and moves down her body until she meets the the top button on Elizabeth’s blouse. With a delighted smirk, Diana exposes more of Elizabeth’s skin with each unbuttoned button and kisses until she reaches her already sensitive nipples. Elizabeth then sheds her shirt completely while Diana laps her tongue at the other woman’s heaving breasts, eliciting a moan as she runs her teeth across one nipple.

Neal puts his lips next to Peter’s ear and whispers, “You like it that your wife is so dirty? What does it do to you to see this?”

“ghuhhh...” is Peter’s only response.

Neal starts to palm Peter through his constricted pants and moves his other hand so he can unzip Peter’s fly with both hands. Peter arches back in his seat as Neal stuffs his hand inside Peter’s briefs.

“Easy, almost there,” Neal breathes into Peter’s ear.

Peter’s dick is growing harder as Neal squeezes tighter and nicer and as he watches Diana tongue fucks his wife’s bellybutton right in front of him while her head lays on Christie’s lap. This is a side of Diana that he never gets to see, and it only makes the display that much hotter.

Peter expects that Neal is about to finish him off, he is so close, but instead the hand that was stuffed inside his briefs disappears and Peter physically weeps at the loss of contact.

Afterwards, Diana helps Elizabeth sit up and they share one final kiss and a shared smile before the brunette slowly moves towards her husband.

Peter should just stop trying to talk, it’s not like he has been able to say anything that resembles words all night. Even though it hurts to move because he is almost bursting, he yanks his pants and briefs off and places a pillow under Elizabeth’s head on the floor. Her skin is warm to the touch as he caresses his hands down her silken frame.

While Peter is gazing lovingly at his wife, Diana pulls her girlfriend into her lap and holds her tight as she watches how perfectly the two people in front of her fit together in every sense of the word.

Peter wastes no more time as he fits the condom and lines himself up to enter her already wet entrance. He braces himself with both of his hands on the ground on either side of her body and starts to create a steady rhythm thrusting in and out. He can tell that she is close, it doesn’t take long until she arches her back off of the ground screaming in orgasmic pleasure and completely unaware of the fact that there are other people in the room.

When Elizabeth breaks through her orgasmic haze, she isn’t without a little embarrassment, but her smile refuses to fade and she begins to speak.

“Well, that was certainly something. Thanks for playing along,” when she speaks, her voice is a little higher than usual.

Not knowing what else to say and still taken back from seeing what she just saw, Diana just smiles back and says, “You’re welcome. I had no idea you were ...”

“Like a sex kitten?” Neal adds, “ Yeah, it was a surprise to me at first too, but that is a whole other story..”

“And it certainly isn’t a hardship,” Peter continues with a laugh.

“Quit it you two, you make it sound like I am the only insane one here!” Elizabeth exclaims.

“Well, thank you for coming over you two. I hope you had a nice time.” Neal says as he stands up and leads Diana and Christie towards the door.

“We did. It’s a night we won’t soon forget,” Christie says after she puts her coat on and gives Neal a hug goodbye.

“Goodbye Neal,” Diana says.

“Always a pleasure Diana. Have a good night,” he says as they walk out the door and Neal shuts the door behind them.

Diana takes Christies hand as they walk down the sidewalk.

“Well, you were right. Neal definitely behaved himself. You, on the other hand...” Christie says.

“Quit pointing fingers, I saw you having your fun too.” While Diana’s words are stern, her tone is decidedly anything but as they walk towards the subway that heads home.

Reunion squee

monkeyonthelam — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 20:43:06 GMT

I don't know if everyone already saw this on twitter, but I just need to post it here too. Twitvid isn't letting me embed, so click the screencap to see the video.

I just can't with these two! I am just going to list everything I love about this video. Tim's face when he sees Matt, "There he is, looking sharp", the sincere smiles, the warm embrace, Matt's scrunchy face, "Hey Baby, I love you", the sound of someone getting a kiss, other unintelligible noises,v he look of absolute delight on Tim's face when they break apart. If they weren't holding those water bottles, I bet that hug would have been tighter. Maybe they were saving that for when the cameras were off. Oh my imagination is running wild right now.

Dreamwidth Introduction Post

monkeyonthelam — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 01:12:32 GMT

Hello!

I would like to formally introduce myself to dreamwidth. I will still read and comment on LJ for those that care, but I will be posting from here and cross-posting what I write there. Below is the long story about fandom as it relates to myself. I had fun writing it because it was a fun trip around memory lane and the graveyard of fandoms past. I also wrote it with the purpose of commenting on fandom as a whole in regards to the sense of community it creates. Those who have been involved in fandom for many years can tell you that things can change and sometimes very rapidly. However, even throughout the chaos and calamity, it always rebuilds itself. It might not be centered around the same TV show or movie, but the feeling of belonging is still the same. Please read further if you want to hear me ramble some more about fandom in a grandiose way.

I guess this is the next chapter in my fandom history. I guess I will start from the beginning because you got to start somewhere. Like many other here I assume, I used the computer and the internet to take the place that any traditional social life that my peers enjoyed and that I somehow missed out on for whatever reason but I digress.

The first place I found a group of people to regularly chat with was on Yahoo! Chat in 2000. This was before it became overrun with porn bots. It wasn't a classy place, but I was 15 and didn't know better.

There was also various subsets of TWoP message board that I was often apart of. I joined the site in 2002. That site had everything. It was like a one stop shopping for fandom discussion. There was a loyal group of us on the Arrested Development forum. I also was a regular contributor to The Office forums. We played games like twenty questions and hangman and had lots of fun.We had our own wiki of all the games we played including outcomes and a scoreboard. I even made dundies for all the usual players with titles like "Fast fingers of fury". All good things must come to an end and it happened that the original owners of the site sold it off. Only formalized discussion was allowed and fanaticism was warned against and fangirls driven out.

My next fandom home was a website that was specific to The Office. I want to say it was late 2005, might it might have been 2006. I followed people from TWoP to there. There were message boards to post pictures of people from the show and to discuss the episodes, but the best part was the chat room. We would meet every night and slue about the show, fandom at large, and inside jokes. This is also when I started learning how to make fanworks such as icons and gifs, not that I was necessarily good at either. I even met some of them at The one and only Office Convention. As with many other things at the time, the writer's strike slowed the site down. The site, even in a lesser capacity, did exist after the writer's strike. I think the last nail in the coffin for that site was the website was attacked. I, and many others, just got used to not visiting the site and the habit just stuck.

Soon after joined twitter. I gained followers and friends buy live tweeting the shows I watched and found other people who did the same thing. There were also co-ordinated rematch events like ChuckMeMondays which was a way to pass the time in the long stretch between seasons 2 and 3. Twitter led to livejournal and much more recently tumblr. I started reading fanfic, but I never even thought about writing it.

Before I posted on LJ, I stalked it on a professional level. I used to only read my Friends page and comment on something ever other blue moon. I started becoming more confident with LJ in the summer of 2009. One of the reasons for that is because of ontd_startrek. That place is fucking amazing. (It also helps that the movie rocked too.) There are always new posts there. There is also no party post as good as an ontd_startrek party post. We hit the max 100,000 comments in 10 hours. We post stuff from the new and old Star Treks as well as the most random things under the sun. I have made a bunch of lj friends there.

Last year I started writing my own fanfiction because Neal, Peter and Elizabeth from White Collar didn’t give me much of a choice in the matter. I haven’t written for any other fandom, but I have certainly read plenty.

Currently my fandoms are almost too numerous to count. Right now the list includes Community, Parks and Rec, White Collar, Chuck, Sherlock, and Grimm and there are many other shows that I watch that either don’t have an active fandom or have one that I might not do more than reblog a gif on tumblr every now and again. I also watch The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, which is where “monkeyonthelam” came from so I kind of have to mention it.

The lesson here is that online communities come and go, but there is almost always something out there. I will most likely be cross-posting between LiveJournal and Dreamwidth when ever I write a post. I haven’t posted much in the last half of 2011, but I hope to make it a habit of posting more often in 2012. Let’s see how long that lasts.

Remedial Chaos Gifs

monkeyonthelam — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 01:05:51 GMT

13 gifs in total

SIGNAL BOOST: SAY YES TO GAY YA

monkeyonthelam — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 23:40:36 GMT

Originally posted by darkspirited1 at SIGNAL BOOST: SAY YES TO GAY YA

This comes from an article by rachelmanija entitled, Say Yes to Gay YA. (click the link for the full article)

Our novel Stranger has five viewpoint characters; one, Yuki Nakamura, is gay and has a boyfriend. Yuki's romance, like the heterosexual ones in the novel, involves nothing more explicit than kissing. An agent from a major agency, one which represents a bestselling YA novel in the same genre as ours, called us. The agent offered to sign us on the condition that we make the gay character straight, or else remove his viewpoint and all references to his sexual orientation. This isn't about that specific agent; we'd gotten other rewrite requests before this one. Previous agents had also offered to take a second look if we did rewrites… including cutting the viewpoint of Yuki, the gay character.

It's time to stand up and demand change. Spread the word everywhere if you are just as angry and outraged by this.

White Collar Fic: Experiences in two times two

monkeyonthelam — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 01:24:20 GMT

Title: Experiences in two times two
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Characters/Pairing: Established Sara/Neal, Developing Peter/Elizabeth/Sara/Neal
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 1836
Summary: She’d never been in a relationship with a man who’s still in love with not one, but two other people, but nothing about this was ever normal so, it’s just one more thing to take in stride.

Sara is never sure where a night with Neal will end up. That’s one of the reasons she enjoys spending time with him. She is not sure yet how much of it is romantic attraction or if it’s the feeling of intrigue, suspense or adventure that she is attracted to. There is also something new. This Neal Caffrey seems different then the man she met more than five years prior. Admittedly, these are completely different circumstances. but it seems like he’s more mature and knowing. She’s finding out that she wants to know more. She suspects that this might have been Peter and Elizabeth’s doing.

Sara knows about Peter and Elizabeth and their relationship with Neal. Even if Neal didn’t tell her, the chemistry between the three of them is hard to miss. She’d never been in a relationship with a man who’s still in love with not one, but two other people, but nothing about this was ever normal so, it’s just one more thing to take in stride. It helps that Neal seems to be a different person around them. They fit together so well. Neal is the perfect id to Peter’s superego. Two fiery spirits that seem too volatile to co-exist, but with the addition of Elizabeth, their ego and their voice of reason and compromise, everyone seems to be at peace.

A lesser woman would be jealous, but she looks on them with respect. If she’s perfectly honest, it isn’t just Neal she was attracted to, but all three of them. She wonders if Neal knew and if she really is that transparent. She didn’t think that this was something she could ask for. That it would be selfish. Neal’s a very intuitive guy, he might have figured it out on his own.

Sara wondered how long they have been in the taxi. The restaurant they ate at was inside Neal’s radius, and therefore not too far away. Neal currently had his arm around her shoulders and she got comfortable resting against his side. She was so relaxed and content that she didn’t realize that they just crossed over the Brooklyn bridge until she saw it in the distance. It wasn’t hard to tell where they were going, there was only one place that Neal was allowed to go outside of Manhattan and it wasn’t her apartment, but reason as to why they would be going there would be much harder to guess. She tempers her excitement while Neal draws lazy circles on her shoulder with his thumb.

When they reach their destination, Neal exits the cab and lends her his hand to help her stand up. He pays the cabbie and Neal walks her to the front door, while her heart beats with anticipation.

Neal whispers in her ear as they walk, “I know you’ve been patient and that what we have is something unusual and unprecedented, but I think you are going to enjoy what happens next.” He punctuates his statement with a light kiss on the lips.

She nods into his shoulder in response and he knocks on the door. It’s Elizabeth who they see first and she welcomes her into her home by pulling her into a tight but brief embrace. “Sara sweetie I’m so glad you came over,” the other woman says.

Sara is surprised at the level of affection, but it is a quickly passing feeling as she relaxes in the warmth of her touch.

"I'm feeling pretty good about it too," Sara responds, trying not to let her nerves show.

"Hello Elizabeth. Thanks for having us."

"Anytime baby, anytime."

Neal takes hold of his girlfriend's hands and carefully guides her to the couch as Elizabeth goes to fetch her husband.

Neal and Sara sit on the couch and turn to face each other. He moves his other hand so that he can hold both of her hands in his lap.

"Is this okay, what we're doing? Do you want this?" Neal asks hopefully.

Sara looks into his ice blue eyes and says, " Yes, definitely yes. How did you know? Is this going to be okay? Am I intruding?"

"Shh, don't worry about that right now. I just wanted to make sure before we went any further." Neal says reassuringly.

"A real Neal Caffrey promise, I wonder where that could lead." Sara says with a smile.

Neal playfully smirks in response and brings her hands up to his mouth to give them a kiss.

Their attention shifts when they hear Peter and Elizabeth walk into the living room. Elizabeth takes a seat behind Sara and Peter behind Neal. Peter puts his arms around the younger man and squeezes lightly in a quiet hello.

"You have such beautiful hair, sweetie," Elizabeth almost purrs as she combs her fingers through Sara's vibrant hair. The repetitive movement of Elizabeth's hands help reduce the tension she’s felt since she walked through the front door. It’s such a simple, yet intimate gesture and with each stroke, Sara feels her nervousness melt away.

The silence was companionable, but it started to get tense because there was so much to say, so much to explain, and no one wants to speak first. There is the fear that someone would say the wrong words and end whatever this is before it got a chance to start.

Peter notices that Elizabeth is busy keeping Sara calm and decides that the best way to approach the situation is just to put everything out on the table. Set the guidelines up first to ensure everyone’s happiness later.

Peter starts, “Something like this can get very complicated very fast. But for every possible setback, there are so many ways for this to go very right. This could be great if we let it. In order to try to keep everyone as happy and contented as possible, we have one rule. Don’t make promises that you don’t intend to keep. We will take as much or as little as you will allow us. We want to be with you, but we’re all highly motivated mature adults and there are boundaries that exist because of that. A relationship such as this one is bound to be rife with complications so please do not feel pressured at any time into doing something if you are not comfortable. There is no need to make excuses. That is one of the great advantages of a quad, if someone one is tired, or just not feeling it for absolutely any reason, there will always be two other people to help out. There should never be a reason for anyone to be lonely. Between the four of us, we can muster all the support in the world. That is, if you want.”

“I think that sounds fantastic,” Sara ponders out-loud, “It sounds like it could really work, but I am going to need some more proof. Maybe something in the form of a kiss or three before I know for sure.”

Elizabeth is the closest, so she goes first. She puts a hand on Sara’s shoulder to help her turn around and face her. Elizabeth very tenderly puts one hand on each of her cheeks while maintaining eye contact. The kiss starts very slowly, maybe even too slowly, but it’s their first kiss and it can not be rushed because it’s the only one they get. Their mouths don’t open right away as they are both exploring new territory. While Elizabeth has two lovely men in her life, she had missed the touch of another woman and was excited to exploit any new possibilities now that she had the opportunity. They wordlessly communicate that they want more, so they tilt their head sideways to gain more access to the other’s mouth. Sara reaches her hands into Elizabeth’s hair and tugs. Elizabeth knows that the two of them could continue like this for hours, but there will have to be time for that later.

Next is Neal’s turn. She feels like she has done this dance before and she should know what to expect from him. It turns out to be so much more. The lips and the movements are still the same and Neal is still a very greedy kisser. But, it feels like he is infusing a whole different type of passion. It’s less frenetic and rushed and instead it feels respectful and calming.

After they are finished, Neal stands up so Peter can scoot closer to her on the couch. If there’s anyone on this couch she’s unsure about, it’s Peter. She still has a hard time believing that a man like him would be open to something so unconventional as a poly relationship. She should have known to check her expectations the door. The first thing she notices is how big his arms and hands are and how much power they must have. She wonders if she should be slightly worried about what could happen. These thoughts are quickly swept away as Peter carefully makes his approach towards her. His lips are lighter and softer than she ever would have imagined and she gives him passage into her mouth right away. Sara was starting to feel drunk on kisses before, but now that she feels like she’s flirting with the edge of consciousness. She is too far gone to tell what Peter is thinking so she just lets him kisses her like there is no tomorrow.

When Peter sits back in his seat, Sara gives an exasperated sigh and tries hard to refocus her eyes. “Well, that certainly cleared up a few things. I think we’re going to be just fine.”

Peter, Elizabeth and Neal are far from tired, but Sara looks like she is about to pass out. She certainly had more than enough to think about today and she deserves a break. Elizabeth takes Sara in her arms and arranges her so she can lay against her side with her head resting on the inside of her shoulder. This placement puts Sara’s forehead right by her lips and Elizabeth can’t resist giving her a quick peck. Neal sits on the ground and rests his head on her knee while Peter gets the TV remote. Peter returns to the couch and takes his place on the other side of Sara and wraps his arms gently around her. They watch whatever is on, but are more interested in what is happening on the couch than what is happening on screen. A sense of thrilling excitement fills the room. Each one more curious than the other about where things are going to go from here.