page seven -- tag, you're it!

[traintracks]

I was tagged by crystalusagi!

Go to page 7 of the current manuscript and copy and paste a few paragraphs, then tag 7 authors to do the same. This can either be original fiction or fanfiction.

I'm tagging: birdsofshore, elrhiarhodan, firethesound, kedavranox, marianna_merlo, notearchiver, and writcraft!

Now that I'm looking at my page 7, I'm LMAO, because it might literally be the only page in this whole story with no sex on it!



"Is that…Claudette?" he asks. "Are you people mad?"

Now Harry smiles. "Just watch."

Teddy stands in the middle of the valley, no cover within a hundred meters in any direction while the rest of us shelter behind shields just inside the trees. The dragon folds back her wings and dives for him, her jaws opening. Teddy opens his arms, not passively but ready for something like a bar brawl. It's not even something I would attempt, and Claudette just almost doesn't hate me. My hand goes to my wand as a reflex. I doubt I could get a good spell off in time. Harry could, but his hand is nowhere near his wand.

"Harry…" I start when I feel sure she's going to roast him.

"Wait."

I let the comment go and file it away under 'Punish Later'. I'm too raptly invested in what's happening on the field.

Claudette lets fly a huge fireball, but the shield I wasn't even aware was still there, deflects it easily. Everyone gasps. And as Claudette passes, I see her tail whip back behind her and come slashing down in a fast arc.

This time Teddy doesn't even try to shield. His hands are ready, though, and as the tail aims for his midsection, he jumps, landing on it instead and holding on tight. The crowd erupts in cheering as both dragon and wizard soar over their heads, disappearing over the tree tops, Claudette roaring bitterly as she flies away.

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[elrhiarhodan]

Do I reply here?

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

I think people are making their own posts. But you can do whatever you damn well please, my dear. :-)

[elrhiarhodan]

Okay! I have another meme going that I don't want to overrun, so I will post here (and pokes you to go ask me a question on that meme):

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Peter made sure he had their hotel room key in his pocket and waited patiently for Neal. They had taken more than the ten minutes they’d promised Moz – or rather Neal had. Not that Peter minded.

“You ready?” Neal emerged from the bathroom, as perfectly put together as he always did. There was no sign that Peter had threaded his fingers through Neal’s curls as he gave him a long and exquisitely slow blow job. There was no sign that Neal’s lips had been stretched around his cock, his mouth filled with hard, hot flesh as he sucked and licked and hummed his pleasure.

Well, no sign other than a slightly deeper pink tinge to his lips, a hint of deepness in his voice. And considering that it had been thirty years since he and Neal had seen most of the people at the reunion, it was likely that no one else would notice.

“Should I apologize for ruining your tie?”

Neal didn't answer the question. He just licked his lips and gave him a sly smile before opening the door. “After you.”

Their room was at the end of a hallway, and there were other people coming and going – people with faces that Peter vaguely recognized. Neal looked at him again, one eyebrow raised in question. Peter tucked his arm through the crook in Neal’s elbow and the walked to the elevator.

It was almost half a lifetime since they came out to the FBI and there were few people in the Manhattan field office that didn’t know who they were to each other, but they rarely made any public displays of coupledom. Peter could count the number of times they touched each other with affection in the office on one hand, at least in front of their colleagues. He chuckled to himself.

Neal asked, of course, “What’s so funny?”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“This.” Peter lifted their linked arms. “We never get to do this at the office.”

Neal seemed to read his mind. “But we do other things.”

“Yeah. Remember that time, in the storeroom on the thirty-second floor…”

“When we almost flashed the forensic analysts who were working late?” Neal seemed particularly pleased by that memory. “And then there was the other time … In the conference room - at three AM.”

“There were plenty of other times.” Neal shook his head. “Who’d think that we have such a risk kink?”

“I could go down on you in the elevator, if you want.” Peter was only half kidding.

“Here?”

“Or at the apartment?”

“What, not at the office?” Neal asked, laughter in his voice.

“I think that’s a little too risky, even for us.” But Peter was more than a little aroused at the idea of having sex in such a publicly accessible space. Not that they’d actually do it, but it would be fodder for a more private time.

[traintracks.livejournal.com]

That is one excellent page seven!!!!!!!!! :-DDD

I'll totally do your meme, too! Gimme a sec!

[crystalusagi.livejournal.com]

Ooh, coworker sex! (Sorry, I was just commenting and saw this, so >__>). The mention of blowjobs was hot *grin*

Is this an original thing or part of some fandom? Am not familiar with either character.

[elrhiarhodan]

I'm deep into White Collar - in canon, Peter is an FBI agent and Neal is his criminal consultant, who - through the strange magic of television scripts - actually works on a day-to-day basis at the NY FBI field office.

This is an outtake from a WIP for a long-running A/U where Peter and Neal are both FBI agents, they had been friends since elementary school, lovers since high school and had recently gotten married.

This Page Seven is from a story where Peter and Neal are attending their 30th High School reunion.

Thank you so very, very much for your comment and appreciation!

[crystalusagi.livejournal.com]

Oh, cool! I've seen White Collar around, yeah. If I ever watch it I will remember this XD

Thanks for the info =D