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[white collar] Bonjour

Title: Bonjour
Chapter: 1 of 3
Series: White Collar
Rating: PG
People: General
Character: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Original Character Pairing
: PeterxNeal
Word Count: 300
Notes: A case invented, invented by a thief, unpretentious ... Indeed, just without any pretension.
Challenge Special Challenge # 8 IT100
Prompt: Plan
Meaning: 2. stringed musical instrument, struck by two hammers operated from a keyboard, with two or three pedals
Warning: Slash
Disclaimers: The characters in White Collar belong to the rightholders. Jeremy
Boireux is © Fuuma

Jeremy's fingers danced like ballerinas Boireux on that damn piano, bringing the notes to the embrace and then have fun playing catch up, reach them and never give an end to the music. Never mind that Special Agent Peter Burke was standing in the doorway with a man dressed as a dandy at least a quarter of an hour, would make them both to wait, because he simply could not afford to do so. The money of the taxpayers who gave the FBI were also his work, basically.
"As I told you, gentlemen," began with laziness to blow your own voice, so low that for a moment mingled with the sound of the piano and Peter had to draw the attention of Neal with a slight nudge "These jewels of which you speak those ... how did you call? "
" The beads Ariel . "intervened Neal, swiftly, making sure to say with the cheeky smile that he owned, and with feigned disinterest among the curious place left on the table beside the door.
"Yeah, right, those. I would not know how to help. "Sighed bored.
was not a very smart man Boireux Jeremy, was a French bully who was believed to be above the law, which could play well and his fuckin 'piano in his country, played Le Petit Prince: he ordered something, and in one way or another, would get.
It was not the cunning to keeping him out of jail so far, but money.
"If you think of something, anything, just let us know." Hissed Peter, with the desire to lay hands on the neck and give an end to this silly charade. Instead, he ordered him to remain calm and vomiting between the teeth a cold "Good day."
Messieur Boireux nodded, with a nasty smile of pure satisfaction, while they was accompanied to the door.
"Oh, I certainly will, mes amies ."

Title: Bonjour
Chapter: 2 of 3
Series: White Collar
Rating: PG
People: General
Character: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Original Character Pairing
: PeterxNeal
Word Count: 300
Notes: A case invented, invented by a thief, unpretentious ... Indeed, just without any pretension.
Challenge Special Challenge # 8 IT100
prompt: Senso
Meaning: 2. the meaning of a word, a sentence, etc.
Warning: Slash
Disclaimers: The characters in White Collar belong to the rightholders. Jeremy
Boireux is © Fuuma

"Is it possible that the rich are all like that? Spoiled children full of arrogance, "
Every time the car stopped at a stop sign or a red light, drummed his fingers nervously against the steering wheel and Peter gave himself up to an angry snort, mumbling against Boireux licks and the fact that there had written in his face to be the culprit.
Next to him, Neal was looking at him with amusement.
"Peter, Peter, you should not take it to heart." Blew patient.
"Are you kidding? Did you see how ... "he turned to Neal snapped, annoyed at a glance, which, however, clashed with the peaceful expression of the swindler. Too quiet. "You have done something in that house, is not it?"
The smile of the younger man opened his lips, lighting up the face and would have enjoyed the view even if it were not for the horn behind them that make you move and restarting.
"You have no idea how much you can understand a person from his correspondence." purred the swindler, soothing tone, bringing out an envelope that contained an ivory invitation.
The agent opened his eyes, noting with pleasure the growing gold letters that made up the name of a private auction house, which had connections with some of the recipes that the FBI kept under control for years.
"Oh yes, oh yes, you're ..." his index waved under the nose of Neal with the satisfaction and pride to have the rogue in the service of good - then, trivially, it meant: on your side. It is not wasted to tell him that he was a genius, which was very good, which was in these moments-and more-who adored him and who knows what other compliments, was content to let him gloat for a long moment and nodded, making operation.
"We give meaning to my work."

Title: Bonjour
Chapter: 3 of 3
Series: White Collar
Rating: PG
People: General
Character: Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey, Original Character Pairing
: PeterxNeal
Word Count: 300
Notes: A case invented, invented by a thief, unpretentious ... Indeed, just without any pretension.
Challenge: Challenge special # 8 IT100
Prompt: End
Meaning: 1. point or when it ceases to be, not more; term
Warning: Slash
Disclaimers: The characters in White Collar belong to the rightholders. Jeremy
Boireux is © Fuuma

Messieur Boireux When there stood the FBI badge for the second time the same day, he realized that something had gone wrong in its plan and that that annoying agent and his friend Beau were able to go back to the auction house to which he had entrusted the pearls because the claims.
He had never been a smart man and when he tried to escape from the back of the house, Peter had just confirmed it.
"Mr. Boireux, the under arrest." He said, with the elbow pressed against the back of the French, lying on the marble floor of the huge villa. There was
to admit, the victory tasted better when little shits like Jeremy ended up rotting behind bars. Peter even licked her lips, tasting under the gaze of that Neal, with all random, he placed his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it between your fingers.
"All is well that ends well!" He began, finally, the former con man, ready to drop the curtain on that also history.
"Neal."
Before he could leave the apartment, however, had clashed against the outstretched arm of Peter and his scowl, the one he used to quiet the criticism.
"pearls. From me. "Ruled the man.
"You know, you have a minimum of confidence for once." He ignored the puff
Neal, retrieving the plastic bag where they had slipped the beads Ariel watching and smiled.
"Now is a good day ."
Neal sighed thoughtfully, not yet fully convinced of the ending of the story.
You could do better.
nonchalantly slipped in front of Peter, stopping the time to stretch your fingers to his neck, pull him and touch his lips with his own, in a fleeting stolen kiss. Finally
roguish grin gleamed across the door.
"Oh yes, it is certainly hours."