A/N: This is a response to a misplaced comment at lj's collarkink meme. –shrug-
You know? When a story just nags at you until you write it? Well, this is what I got. ^^;
Here was the misplaced comment: "I loved it!! It was sweet and exactally what I asked for. Thank you and great job!!"
Oh,one more note. This is un-beta'd. Any mistakes are my own, but please remember this was written in a matter of minutes. xD Enjoy!
Peter gasped and awkwardly put his arms around Neal's middle torso. He didn't really have much choice, being as the conman had embraced him in a joyful hug. "It's perfect! And it was so sweet of you to get it for me," he said as he pulled away from the FBI agent.
He held up the small leather case, and ran his long, skillful artist's fingers over the gold, embossed lettering.
"Neal Caffrey
Sbloccato il mio Cuore"
The small leather case contained a brand-new lock-picking set. Each tool was polished to a dazzling brightness that could rival the intensity of Neal's thousand-watt smile. He picked up one of the tools and gently twirled it around in his hand, watching the light reflect off of it and his smile only growing.
"Why did you pick Italian?" Neal asked, suddenly, his bright blue eyes shimmering as they fell on Peter's face.
Peter gave a noncommittal shrug, "'Cause, everything you wear is Italian-made, so…I dunno, it just sorta seemed to fit," he murmured, a faint flush creeping up his neck. He hadn't expected Neal to be so receptive…so /happy/ at receiving the gift.
Neal's smile turned sweet and close-mouthed. "Thank you, you did a wonderful job picking it out, and…I couldn't have asked for anything better," he leaned towards the FBI agent and pressed a quick, almost-chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back and then promptly running out of Peter's office to show off his new present to anybody who would listen and even those who wouldn't. As he settled back into his chair, Peter heard Neal's voice calling out, "Oh, Diana, guess what I got for my birthday?"
Fin.