Sleepytimes
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lauracollaredTitle: "Sleepytimes"
Pairing: Neal/Sara
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 810
A/N: Unbeta'd. Errors are mine. I do not own White Collar or its characters, sadly.
It was 10:15pm before Sara made it over to Neal’s after work. It had been a long day for Neal too; he’d worked until 7pm, after starting the day with a 6am surveillance with Peter. But at least he’d been home for a little while and was already in his most comfortable clothing several hours before Sara had even thought about leaving work.
She knocked lightly -- “Come -- ” -- and entered immediately -- “ in...” Neal laughed at her for not waiting for him to fully invite her in. He was lounging on the couch in his blue silk pajama bottoms and a white undershirt, a hearty glass of red on the side table next to him.
She shut the door and looked over at him, dropping her bag heavily on the ground, and immediately stepping out of her 6 inch heels.
“Hey! You look.... wow.”
“What?” Sara replied in a slightly cross and agitated manner.
“You look, well, really tired. And pissed off?”
“Gee, thanks, dear. Should I go, or are you going to say nice things like that all night?”
“Hey... no, no. I didn’t mean it like that.” Neal got up from the couch, walked to her and pulled her into him from around the waist. “It looks like you had a long, difficult day. Let me take care of you.”
She hugged him back and put her head up against his chest, breathing in deeply. He smelled good, like he had showered and was wearing freshly laundered clothes. “Mmmm... thank you. I am starting to feel better already.” And she yawned.
Neal chuckled lightly, “Good. I’m glad” He walked them back to the couch and plopped down, taking her down with him, and pulled her into his lap. She curled up and closed her eyes. He pet her hair and held her. Soon, his eyes fluttered shut too.
After a few minutes, Sara asked, “Neal, what are you going to do to take care of me?”
She did not receive a response.
“Neal?”
“Hmm... oh, heh, sorry. I guess I drifted off. I had a pretty long, tiring day too.”
“Oh... ha, well I guess we could both use a rest then.”
“Yeah, I was hoping when we made plans that tonight would be a little more, you know, active?... but maybe we should both get some sleep?”
“I think that’s probably a good idea. Although I am a little hungry....”
“Oh, I still have some dinner. Hm... do you wan to eat in bed?”
“Ooo, yes, please.” The grinned at each other.
“Okay, you get in bed and I’ll get the food,” Neal said, and gave her a peck on the lips.
“Mmm, thank you!” Sara said excitedly and slid off of him and walked toward the bed. As she went, she unzipped her dress and shimmied it down her body. She let it fall to the floor and reached back to unhook her bra. She slid it off and bent down to pick up her dress.
“Stop being so sexy. We’re sleepy, remember?” Neal commented from the kitchen.
“I’m just undressing. It’s not my fault you can’t keep your eyes on the task at hand,” she teased back at him.
Sara hung up her dress in Neal’s armoire and found herself an extra t-shirt, which she slid over herself. She then climbed onto the bed and waited, sitting on her knees, with her feet under her rear.
“Alright, here comes dinner, you temptress,” Neal winked at her. He had piled up a variety of cold salads, dips, cheese, and artisan bread on a platter and placed it on the bed in front of Sara. He then sat down next to her and promptly turned and placed a deep kiss onto her mouth. His left hand went to her back and trailed down her spine, to rest on her buttocks.
“Mmm....” Sara replied.
“Mmm?....” Neal raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Sara grinned, and reached forward for the food.
“Ha, okay. Me too.”
So they ate in bed and talked -- not about their long days, but about flirtatious, inconsequential stories, just to amuse each other. But throughout their meal, they yawned. And yawned and yawned some more. They licked their fingers clean, and Neal placed the platter on the floor by the bed. Sara immediately leaned back and put her head on the pillow, stretching out her legs. And Neal joined her, lying down next to her. Sara curled up into his body, and he wrapped his arms around her.
“You still sleepy?” he asked her, his face up against her pile of hair.
“Yeah. You?” She replied lazily into his chest.
“Yeah.” He said with a note of exhaustion in his voice, and he kissed the top of her head.
“Goodnight, Sara.”
“Goodnight, sleepy.”
Neal reached over and turned off the bedside lamp.
Pairing: Neal/Sara
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 810
A/N: Unbeta'd. Errors are mine. I do not own White Collar or its characters, sadly.
It was 10:15pm before Sara made it over to Neal’s after work. It had been a long day for Neal too; he’d worked until 7pm, after starting the day with a 6am surveillance with Peter. But at least he’d been home for a little while and was already in his most comfortable clothing several hours before Sara had even thought about leaving work.
She knocked lightly -- “Come -- ” -- and entered immediately -- “ in...” Neal laughed at her for not waiting for him to fully invite her in. He was lounging on the couch in his blue silk pajama bottoms and a white undershirt, a hearty glass of red on the side table next to him.
She shut the door and looked over at him, dropping her bag heavily on the ground, and immediately stepping out of her 6 inch heels.
“Hey! You look.... wow.”
“What?” Sara replied in a slightly cross and agitated manner.
“You look, well, really tired. And pissed off?”
“Gee, thanks, dear. Should I go, or are you going to say nice things like that all night?”
“Hey... no, no. I didn’t mean it like that.” Neal got up from the couch, walked to her and pulled her into him from around the waist. “It looks like you had a long, difficult day. Let me take care of you.”
She hugged him back and put her head up against his chest, breathing in deeply. He smelled good, like he had showered and was wearing freshly laundered clothes. “Mmmm... thank you. I am starting to feel better already.” And she yawned.
Neal chuckled lightly, “Good. I’m glad” He walked them back to the couch and plopped down, taking her down with him, and pulled her into his lap. She curled up and closed her eyes. He pet her hair and held her. Soon, his eyes fluttered shut too.
After a few minutes, Sara asked, “Neal, what are you going to do to take care of me?”
She did not receive a response.
“Neal?”
“Hmm... oh, heh, sorry. I guess I drifted off. I had a pretty long, tiring day too.”
“Oh... ha, well I guess we could both use a rest then.”
“Yeah, I was hoping when we made plans that tonight would be a little more, you know, active?... but maybe we should both get some sleep?”
“I think that’s probably a good idea. Although I am a little hungry....”
“Oh, I still have some dinner. Hm... do you wan to eat in bed?”
“Ooo, yes, please.” The grinned at each other.
“Okay, you get in bed and I’ll get the food,” Neal said, and gave her a peck on the lips.
“Mmm, thank you!” Sara said excitedly and slid off of him and walked toward the bed. As she went, she unzipped her dress and shimmied it down her body. She let it fall to the floor and reached back to unhook her bra. She slid it off and bent down to pick up her dress.
“Stop being so sexy. We’re sleepy, remember?” Neal commented from the kitchen.
“I’m just undressing. It’s not my fault you can’t keep your eyes on the task at hand,” she teased back at him.
Sara hung up her dress in Neal’s armoire and found herself an extra t-shirt, which she slid over herself. She then climbed onto the bed and waited, sitting on her knees, with her feet under her rear.
“Alright, here comes dinner, you temptress,” Neal winked at her. He had piled up a variety of cold salads, dips, cheese, and artisan bread on a platter and placed it on the bed in front of Sara. He then sat down next to her and promptly turned and placed a deep kiss onto her mouth. His left hand went to her back and trailed down her spine, to rest on her buttocks.
“Mmm....” Sara replied.
“Mmm?....” Neal raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Sara grinned, and reached forward for the food.
“Ha, okay. Me too.”
So they ate in bed and talked -- not about their long days, but about flirtatious, inconsequential stories, just to amuse each other. But throughout their meal, they yawned. And yawned and yawned some more. They licked their fingers clean, and Neal placed the platter on the floor by the bed. Sara immediately leaned back and put her head on the pillow, stretching out her legs. And Neal joined her, lying down next to her. Sara curled up into his body, and he wrapped his arms around her.
“You still sleepy?” he asked her, his face up against her pile of hair.
“Yeah. You?” She replied lazily into his chest.
“Yeah.” He said with a note of exhaustion in his voice, and he kissed the top of her head.
“Goodnight, Sara.”
“Goodnight, sleepy.”
Neal reached over and turned off the bedside lamp.
