Warning slashy humor, mild spanking (per a request) and silliness abound in this story

I don't own this story

Peter and Neal get snowed in at June's, when the power goes out it's time to play.

Chapter 1: Alert

Neal groaned stumbled out of bed as he heard the doorbell downstairs begin to ring; he practically ran down the stairs wearing nothing but his silk pajama pants and his tracking anklet. He ripped open the front door with a smile as the cold snow filled wind roared Neal dragged the FBI agent and Satchmo in over the threshold.

"Peter… I told you over the phone I'm fully capable of taking care of June's house all by myself while she's away for the holidays." Neal said as he closed the door and locked it. Peter brushed the snow from his shoulders "Well with El away for the holidays at her families and since this case has really swamped us I thought you would want to get a head start on it and Satchmo missed you…"

It took Neal all of two seconds to figure it out "Let me guess the power is out at your place and because of the snow and you knew we still had power," Neal guessed with a smirk as he leaned against the banister. Satchmo sat by Neal's feet and wagged his tail 'til Neal scratched his head. Peter chucked a bit. "It seems you know me all too well," he remarked as he glanced out the window at the driving snow that had picked up.

"Would you mind if we stayed here for a while? I brought everything that would have gone bad back home, I also brought wine," Peter said as he put the bag he was carrying. "I have another bag in the car which I should get before my car becomes buried," Peter remarked as he zipped his coat back up. Neal ran his hand through his bed head hair "I need a shower; you can bring the bags up to my place when you come back inside," he added as he walked up the steps to the second floor with Satchmo at his heels.

Peter smirked as he made sure the front door was unlocked as he trudged out to his car, when he made it down the stairs he pulled himself through the ankle deep snow, using his keys he unlocked the car and got the bags of food, wine and dog food for Satchmo. I wonder how long this storm will last; if it takes too long our cases pile up quickly, Peter thought as he made his way inside and locked the door.

As he walked upstairs Peter juggled the bags so he could open the apartment door. One he was inside he found the apartment was filled with the smell of cinnamon and sugar cookies. Did Neal actually bake cookies? I learn something new about him every day; Peter mused as he put the bags down on the counter and began to unpack the bags.


After his shower Neal came out of the bathroom to find Peter watching a game with a bottle of wine in front of him and two glasses. "You sure took your sweet time; the game keeps getting interrupted with weather alerts for the east coast. It seems we're going to get nailed with a foot or two of snow an hour if the storm hits us head on," Peter said as he looked over at Neal who had begun shaking from the cold air that was coming in through a draft in the French doors.

Peter rolled his eyes "If you didn't saunter around in just a towel you wouldn't be so cold," he remarked as he glanced over at the ex con.

"Oh you can't deny I'm good looking; and you just don't want me to wear this towel anymore. You're just afraid I might tempt you into something," Neal said with a seductive chuckle as he walked over to his dresser and dug around looking for clothes ignoring the fact that Peter was rolling his eyes at him. Once he found a turtle neck he slipped it on and the rest of his clothes, so when he was dressed he walked over to the couch and sat down. When he was comfortable he began to smirk "You're sitting in the right place… and so am I," he commented pointing at the ceiling above Peter.

Peter looked up and cocked his head a bit "How did I miss that?" he asked looking at the mistletoe hanging over his head. Neal smirked and leaned over and gave Peter a small peck on the cheek. "I made cookies especially for you, I was going to bring them to you but with the storm you came here instead." Neal said with a smile.

"Well I will have to sample some of them, but before we do that I thought we could talk about this case. I know you will say no but we have a job to do," Peter said as he turned the volume on the television down.

Neal pouted "Peter we never get any time alone, it's either we're surrounded by other agents or something else comes up," Neal said as he scooted closer to Peter. Peter held up a manila folder so that Neal hit it. "That's not nice Peter, how could we be in a relationship if you keep being so coy," Neal said with a smirk.

Sitting up quickly Peter kicked the coffee table by accident causing Satchmo to jump up a bit. "We are not in a relationship; you're blackmailing me into this relationship," Peter said as he got up from the couch.

Neal looked with mocked shock on his face "I am not blackmailing you at all, I told you how I felt and that was it," he said as he stood up and stalked forward 'til he was nose to nose with Peter. Both men kept staring at each other as they were about to apologize when another weather report interrupted the game.

"It has been decided that the National Guard will be on alert for the next ten hours while the noreaster said to hit New England and as far down the east coast as Atlantic City barrels down on us. Citizens are asked to stay indoors as much as possible due to white…" before the report was over the television and the power went out.

Neal sighed "I had a feeling this would happen, June has a camping stove and propane tanks in the basement she keeps them for emergencies so we can cook when we need to… as for heat I think we should snuggle up under some blankets and try to stay as warm as possible. I know you're going to say no so I'll make you a deal. If you snuggle with me I'll devote an hour to talking about the case," Neal promised as he grabbed an extra blanket off his bed and handed it to Peter.

"I'm going to go look for the stove and propane so we can cook," he added as he grabbed a flashlight and checked to make sure it worked. "You should keep warm or Elizabeth would kill me if you got sick," Neal remarked as he left the apartment and made his way down the hall to stairs. Peter sighed and got up from where he was sitting, he gave a small chuckle and followed his partner and grabbed him by the shoulder causing him to jump.

"Sorry, I didn't think it would be good if you went alone," Peter said as he grabbed the flashlight out of Neal's hand and turned it on as they walked down the basement stairs and began to look around. Neal wrapped his arms around Peter's free arm as he looked around.


By the time they found the stove and the tanks and brought them back up to Neal's apartment Peter heard his stomach start to growl "I guess we should see if this thing works," he said connecting everything together so Neal could use the stove. Neal dug around the cabinets collecting ingredients, when he finished putting the soup together he put the lid on the pot and rushed under the blanket that Peter was putting around himself.

"I'm getting cold and body heat is the only way to really stay warm," Neal insisted as he snuggled up and put his arms around Peter's neck to keep him close. The wind outside began to howl as the visibility began to drop even lower as the buildings that made up the view from Neal's windows began to disappear into the white snow.

Peter groaned as he tried to pry Neal off of him "Fine, we'll talk and snuggle," Peter said in a defeated tone as he tightened the blanket around them. "Now what are your thoughts on the case, we know that he has a taste for modern art," Peter asked as he shifted over a bit.

Neal looked over at Satchmo and pulled the blanket open so the lovable dog could snuggle up on their laps. "As for the case it's a good bet that he hasn't hit the gallery yet for the most obvious reason being the snow storm but the real reason is the painting he's going after is a fake." He said rubbing Satchmo's head.

"What are you talking about Neal, how do you know it's a fake?" Peter asked as he turned to look at the other man. Neal looked away trying not to make eye contact with the man who knew him well. Peter knew that his partner was hiding something and that he wouldn't incriminate himself.

With a smirk Peter leaned in "You tell me the truth and I'll give you something for it," he whispered causing Neal to spill his secret "I stole the original and put a fake in its place years ago and the artist doesn't even notice it's a fake," Neal squeaked out from the intense gaze Peter had given him. He could feel his heart race and his cheeks heat up. Peter smirked "It's not fun being on the other side of the charm is it?" Peter asked as he gave Satchmo a quick pet.

Neal took a deep breath to collect himself "I should check on the soup, and then you can give me what you promised," he said as he got up from under Satchmo and the blankets. "I need to check on the soup" Neal repeated nervously as he moved over to the small set up on the counter and stirred the soup.

"I saw a few things in the basement we could use like firewood for the fireplace, that June says it still works, and I also saw some extra blankets. I'll go grab those and don't worry I won't get hurt" Neal said quickly with a smile as he disappeared once again.

Peter looked at Satchmo "He can't get in too much trouble in the house right?" he asked only to have Satchmo lay his head on the pillow and go to sleep. Not feeling comforted Peter got up and walked over to the window and looked out at the swirling snow as it fell from the clouds above.


It took Neal twenty minutes to juggle the pile of wood in his arms and the extra blankets draped over his shoulders. When he got back to his apartment he found Peter standing by the window looking out at the snow. Neal smiled as he put the wood by the fireplace and the blankets over one of his chairs. "I was wondering… just what kind of something you were going to give me for this information?" Neal asked as he made his way carefully over to Peter.

Peter turned around with a smirk on his face "I feel that I have to apologize in advance, it will be painful and you won't be sitting right for a while," Peter said as he put his arm around Neal's shoulder and led him toward the bed.

Neal looked over at Peter; he became instantly suspicious of the other man "One minute you're telling me you don't want to be in a relationship with me and now you're taking me to bed? What happened in the time I was gone?" Neal asked as he stopped and began to back away.

"You assume its sex, but it's not," Peter said as he tightened his arm to keep Neal from running off. As they reached the bed Peter slowly released Neal "I want you to take hold of the foot board and bend over," Peter said in an authoritative tone.

Blushing darkly Neal looked at his partner before finally moving into position, as he bent over he noticed that Peter had gone out of his peripheral vision. "Peter where did yo…ow…" Neal cried out as he felt something hit his lower backside hard and fast. "What was that?" Neal asked standing up and turning to the other man. Peter looked at Neal "I'm punishing you for stealing that painting," he responded with as he pointed at foot board.

Neal whimpered "I'm telling Elizabeth that you spanked me," Neal said as he moved back into position. Peter chuckled "You'll have to tell her why though and then she will say it was the right thing to do," Peter said as he readied his belt again and struck Neal a few more times until he was sure that his partner had learned his lesson.

"Ow..." Neal whimpered as he moves around the bed and laid face first on his bed. "I let you into my home and you spank me," Neal grumbled as he buried his head under his pillow. Peter sat on the bed and patted Neal's back a bit until the other man looked up at him. "Look I'm sorry that I did that but I felt it was the only way to teach you that your actions have consequences," Peter remarked.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes Neal sat up as best he could "I guess that this will be a recurring thing if I break the rules again?" Neal asked as he managed to flip himself over and push himself up so he was propped up on the pillows. Peter chuckled and ruffled Neal's hair out of his eyes.

"You've got that right; do anything stupid at any time and you will bend over and getting what you deserve," Peter said with a smirk. Neal sighed and forced himself up off the bed "Even though I hate to admit it, I do feel warmer and it's a shame it's not what I wanted," Neal responded as he tried to ignore the dull pain. Neal yawned as he grabbed a bowl and served himself some soup.

"I wonder how long this storm will last," Neal wondered aloud as he sat carefully at the table and started to eat. Peter chuckled as he walked over and spooned out a bowl for himself before sitting across from Neal. "It smells good; then again you have always been known to be a good cook. Since we're probably going to be stuck together for a while I've been thinking we need to get to know each other more than what surveillance can teach," Peter said as he picked up his spoon.


Neal smirked at the opportunity to learn more about the other man "I'll go first, you chased me for years and even after so many failures you never gave up, why is that?" Neal asked as he slurped up a few noodles.

Peter smirked "Well with each failure I learned a bit more on how you react to the pressure and I knew that if I kept at you and never let up in the end you would make a mistake and I would catch you," Peter said honestly as he ate his soup. Neal smiled at the answer "Well now you get to ask me anything you want, don't hold back," he said still smiling.

"Alright then, I want to know why no matter what I do you keep after me to be in a relationship. I mean I never figured you to go both ways. I always thought you only loved Kate," Peter asked curiously.

Smirking Neal sat back a bit "So you went right for the big question, well you're right I'll admit it I go both ways; I have for years and I was just with Kate for so long that I guess it fooled everyone. To answer why I won't take no for an answer is a bit harder to answer; when you first arrested me you said that I could have done anything with my life and that it was disappointing that I was throwing my life away. Well, ever since then I thought of you as my safety net. After a while that grew into a crush and then it just got stronger from there. Mozzie says that I'm insane to have such feelings but I don't care; I just want you to know that I wouldn't dare try to get between you and Elizabeth. I'm satisfied with loving you from afar," Neal said sincerely as he finished his soup...at least for now. Maybe later I can warm him up to the idea later, Neal thought with an inner smirk.

After taking a moment to think everything over Peter looked at Neal "I guess I can live with your love for me just as long as it stays between us," Peter said as he put his spoon down on the table he looked at Neal who had begun to smile.

"How annoyed did you use to get when I sent you cards and letters while you were chasing me?" Neal asked his smile getting wider.

"I was pretty annoyed and I thought of throwing everything away but El convinced me to keep them; she found them cute. She called it a cute cat and mouse game. So I kept them in a box and I looked back at them for any clues on catching you from time to time," Peter answered as he got up and began to clear the table.

Both men then parked themselves on the chairs by the bookcase so they could continue their questioning for the rest of the day until dinner when they had more of Neal's chicken soup. Once they finished dinner they lit a few more candles for light so they could read until they decided to call it an early night.


Peter looked at the other man "As the guest it's pretty clear I should get it… besides there are other rooms," he said as he stood by Neal's bed. Neal sighed "I explained it to you already there is no power which means no heat in the rest of the house and it's my bed and I'm fine with sharing it with you and Satchmo," Neal said as he clambered under the blankets and cuddled up against his pillow.

Letting out a loud sigh Peter slid under the blankets on the other side of the bed "You promise to stay on your side of the bed?" he asked as he kept his back to Neal. With a soft chuckle Neal crossed his fingers under the blanket "Of course, you can trust me Peter," Neal said an evident smirk in his voice. Peter sighed as he sat up and blew out the last candle in the room plunging them into darkness. He lay there waiting for sleep to claim him.