Woman Strangling Puppy

White Collar. General Series. Gola.

Title: Sweet as the frappuccino
Author: ladymacbeth77
Fandom: White Collar
Characters: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Elizabeth Burke
Prompt: Gola
Rating: NC17
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Disclaimer: As usual, this story is a figment of my imagination. The characters belong to Jeff Eastin, and I just enjoy them.
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Notes: Written for settepeccati .



Peter was sitting as usual Starbuck's coffee table, waiting to Neal. The look, however, was not the same as the other times, indeed wandered disconsolately on the faces of the patrons who were returning to their seats, holding their glasses filled with delight.
Neal sat down beside him, putting his hat on the table while handing Peter his caramel frappuccino. "You're sure you really want?"
"No" said the agent annoyed, feeling his stomach but protest to the contrary. "You know that Elizabeth has put me on a diet."
eyebrows bend the crook in amazement and leaned a little 'back in his chair to check. "Actually ..." he murmured, as Peter turned red with rage. "But to me the love handles like so much. I am ... sexy! "the color of the
took another shade of red, that of shame. "What you say!" he hissed.
Neal shrugged, not at all worried. "There are many ways to commit the sin of gluttony, is not it?" He asked, beginning to suck his frappuccino.
Peter muttered something incomprehensible and concentrated on his miserable expressed sweetener: rather than drink that stuff, he preferred to lick the soles of shoes. A kind of suck it distracted from his meditations edible, making it back to look at Neal.
"Can you stop doing all this ru ..." I could not even finish the question, the swindler was staring into his eyes as he was getting into and out of the mouth tube. It almost looked like he was doing a ... No, it was not possible!
Peter coughed uncomfortably and tried to bring his attention elsewhere, but those were worse than a blue magnet. "Mh, good," moaned with pleasure the crook letting go of the straw. "Want to try?"
"No. .." But this time his denial was not so heard. The agent stood looking at him as he opened the package frappuccino and dipped a finger into the cream and then extend it to his lips.
"Next ..." Neal whispered sensually. "Elizabeth will not know either."
"No. .." Too bad that Peter had already approached the mouth of that finger and had opened his lips.
had never tasted a cream so sweet and tasty, so terribly exciting. While sucking index Neal, stroking with his tongue, he thought of what would be nice to lick her body covered with every delicacy, a thought so alive that did inflate in an instant his erection.
Confidence pulled his finger from the lips of Peter and giggled. "We trick is the best way to burn calories is ... great great great exercise, "he said, making him a wink.
"Da-really," asked the agent swallowing saliva as she looked around nervously. "Like ... the race? "
Neal shook his head, amused. "I would say the best cure is ... riding. Fit ... burns fat very quickly, "
" Mo-mount ... AC-horses? "Peter stammered while his erection alone trying to force the zipper of his pants.
Neal dropped his head back and let go a laugh. "Maybe I went straight to practice. A gesture is worth much more than a thousand words. "

So a few hours later, in his apartment, Neal had amply demonstrated in healthy as Peter was a good ride. At that moment he was enjoying a little 'well-deserved rest while the staff enjoy a healthy and suitable for any diet.
"Yes .." gasped the con man, intertwining his fingers with human hair while pushing his head toward his groin. "Just like that .. mh ... yes ... I recommend ... drink it all ... is better than ... cream ... "he hissed, clenching his teeth. "It does not ... fat ... "
And when they freed him, mentally thanked Elizabeth for having provided occasion on a silver platter.