OH HIGH KAMI! I love these new episodes of White Collar I just saw the Upper West Side Story. Those words of poetry melted me like ice cream in a microwave. So I decided to write this little White Collar crossover with my OC from Supernatural (more info in the last story of Supernatural which is a White Collar x-over) Anyway on to the Smutty glory!
I made my way into his rooftop apartment, as per request of the tenant, my protectorate, Neal Caffery. I gently knocked on the door.
"Come on in," came his melodious voice. It was literally like music to me. I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit room. My eyes adjusted swiftly and I saw him setting the wine on the table in the terrace. He glanced up at me with those piercing blue eyes and my heart jumped into my throat.
"Well don't just stand there. Come over here," he said smiling, "I made this dinner special for you."
"Why?" I asked, in confusion, looking at him.
"Well for one I wanted to do something nice for you," he explained, "for another it IS your birthday isn't it?"
"Uh…Y-yeah. I guess it is," I said trying to remember. "I don't celebrate my birthday usually, never really been a staple when you are always fighting for your next meal."
"I can understand that, but I thought you might like this," Neal said, helping me to my seat. I blushed but allowed him to do so. I smiled and we started eating our meal. The meal passed in awkward silence. I felt something unsaid lingering in the air between us but I didn't want to bring up anything unpleasant so I didn't say anything.
After supper Neal took my hand and led me into his room, cleared especially for this. He turned the music on and took my hand. The music was slow and sweet. He twirled me around slowly and we danced delicately around the floor. Our eyes met as the music started to fade. Neal leaned closer and our lips met.
My breath caught and he pulled me closer against his body, leaning in for another kiss. I wrapped my arms strongly around his body. He kissed me passionately. I leaned back as he did. When our eyes met a spark lit between us. I slammed my mouth into his; he knotted his fists in my shirt and pulled me so close it was as if he were trying to pull me into his body.
"Mnn Neal," I groaned as his teeth nipped along my jaw. I pressed my hips closer to his, partly because my legs were suddenly turning into jelly. Neal groaned into my mouth and pushed me against the wall.
He pulled back, his breath dancing heavily on my lips, "Your eyes are the stars that light up the sky, your skin the snow as it softly falls in winter, and your lips the reddest rose, pure and sweet. But my love tis your heart I long for most, and the return of the love I feel for you."
"That's something they only say in love stories," I murmured, my lips grazing his again.
"Isn't that what this is?" he asked, his eyes meeting my own. I smiled, pressing my forehead against his.
"I suppose it is," I whispered, biting my lip, "So, Romeo, you gonna kiss me or what?" Neal gave a grin before pressing his lips lightly to my own. He asked for entrance to my mouth with a light flick of his tongue over my lower lip.
He gained the entrance he so desired when I gasped. His tongue ran along the side of my own. I slipped my own tongue into his mouth, tracing his teeth. Suddenly his warm hands were pressed against the flat of my strong stomach, his fingers gently tracing the muscles along my abdomen.
"Nn nn," I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling my weight up against him. He slid his hands to my back, cradling me closer to him.
One of my hands reached up and clutched his hair the other, holding the base of his neck. He walked us over to his bed, where we fell. He pulled back our breaths already heaving. His hand knotted around my braid, looking at it then at me.
"This has got to come down. I have to see your hair down," he whispered. I nodded and he pulled my hair tie out and unwove my braid. I kind of liked the feeling of him running his fingers through my hair. "It's soft as silk and the color of the sun," he whispered, huskily in her ear.
"It feels so good," I whispered.
"What?"
"All of this. You on top of me, you stroking my hair, your kisses…you here with me," I whispered, running my own hands through his hair. "Now shut up and kiss me," I groaned arching up into him and pulling him down fiercely against me. Neal groaned into the kiss as my hands slowly moved to the front of his maroon shirt and began unbuttoning it slowly; tracing his muscles with my hands once it was hanging loosely.
His hands inched underneath my shirt once again, running up my stomach, tracing the underside of my breast and causing my breath to hitch, my back arching up into his touch and groaning lightly.
"I want to see you," he said, pushing my camisole higher. My voice was caught in my throat, but my hands stilled his as I looked for my voice.
"It might be difficult to do this with your clothes on," he whispered in my ear. I shuddered.
"It's not near as beautiful as you might think," I groaned, stilling underneath Neal's body.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I don't expect your body to be flawless but I will always think you are beautiful." His hand ran lightly and skillfully over the scar near my heart.
I groaned, picking up my movement again, "Just so you know, run away, and I will kill you," I grinned.
"Duly noted," Neal said smiling, before pulling my shirt over my head. His eyes widened, gently running his hands over the scars on my body. I groaned, each scar giving me a different feeling, shooting up and down my spine.
"You okay?" he asked. I could only nod and give off pathetic whimpers. He started kissing down my stomach and ran his tongue into my navel, then down to trace my hip-bone just above my hip-hugger jeans.
"N-Neal," I groaned, "P-please…"
He looked up and grinned as I pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, running my fingers over his smooth muscled arms. He fumbled teasingly with the button on my pants before unhooking it and running his hands over the curve of my hips. I gave a groan before he moved back up my body and kissed me passionately again. It was at this opportune moment I decided to flip us.
"My turn, I think," I cooed, grinding against his growing arousal. I gave a purr of delight as I felt my stomach jump in anticipation and the ache between my legs grow. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, my body pressed sensually against his.
I ran my lithe fingers over his skin, kissing at points that had his scent spiking. I cooed as his hands knotted in my loose gold locks. He tugged lightly at my hair making me groan in pleasure. I inched his pants off slowly with my feet. My hand accidently brushed his arousal causing him to groan. Neal grabbed my arms and pulled me up his body flipping us again; he was once again on top.
"I can't take much more, Lindsey," he groaned, his hands slipping under my waistband on my jeans. I bit my lip, my eyes heavy and nodded, feeling his warm hands running down my legs, his warm skin burning fire into my own.
Once my jeans were off and flung somewhere in the room he slowly started sliding back up my body, his hands tracing the insides of my legs this time. I gave a deep groan, clutching absently at the air, the sheets; whatever my hands could get ahold of.
"N-Neal!" I gasped, almost begging as he drew nearer to my aching core. His icy eyes flicked up to my face. I clenched my eyes shut as he pressed his palm against my core, leaning up and kissing me as his hands rubbed along my opening through my panties.
He pressed his knee against my core, and I started grinding against it as I wrapped my arms around him kissing him fiercely. He ran his hands just under the waistband of my panties. He started inching them down my legs as well, and my heart jumped into my throat out of the nervousness of being bared to him. He stood at the foot of the bed, flinging my panties somewhere along with my jeans and camisole. Then removed his boxers; my heart thudded nervously as he crawled up to me again.
"Ready?" he asked, placing himself at my entrance. I nodded and he started pressing into me. I bit my lip and clenched my eyes in pain as he pressed deeper into my core. I felt my claws tearing loos and quickly moved my hands from his back to the sheets letting my claws tear the soft cloth instead of Neal's warm flesh.
My mind was white with pain. Was it really supposed to hurt this much? I knew it was supposed to hurt the first time but it felt like my insides were being ripped open. Finally the pain started ebbing and I noticed Neal had me cradled against his strong chest, murmuring incoherently against my hair. I found myself gasping, as I pulled my claws back into my hands.
"Are you okay?" he asked, stroking my hair back.
"I- I think so," I gasped.
"You didn't tell me it was your first time," Neal whispered, softly in my ear.
"I honestly didn't think it would hurt nearly that bad," I ground out, "Think maybe you could move a little?" I asked, twisting my hips experimentally. He groaned lightly into my neck before shifting his hips to pull lightly out and push back in. The pain was still there but much more tolerable now.
Neal was so gentle with me, as if I were a porcelain doll. It made me feel…special. For once it didn't make me feel weak and I liked the feel of him being so gentle with me but soon the slow gentle pace became almost torturous.
"N-Neal, faster, please," I moaned, as he kissed along my shoulder. He happily obliged, running one hand down my waist to rest on my hip, swirling circles along my hip-bone. I groaned as his thrusts became sharper into me. I felt something coiling in my stomach as he held me closer, almost possessively.
At that moment, something animal broke lose in me and I felt my fangs grow in my mouth as I arched up into him, meeting his thrusts with my own wild bucks.
"Oh God, Lindsey," he groaned, thrusting harder into me. I gave a happy growl as I suppressed my claws and scratched along his back, trying to bring him closer to me.
"Close," I managed, barely forming the words before my voice fell back to moans, groans, and gasps of delight.
"Mnn," was his response. Suddenly it was upon me. I gave a loud roar and sank my fangs into the juncture of his shoulder as blinding pleasure engulfed me. I heard Neal give out a yell as his own climax was triggered, either by my own, or by my bite.
When we came off our high, I released my bite and we rolled over to where I was laying atop him. He pulled out of me and pulled the torn sheets over us, pulling me close to him. I retracted my fangs and curled close to his chest, smiling and breathing deep our mixed scent.
"What was the bite for?" he asked, rubbing on the wound. I looked up at him smiled, flicking my tongue over it and immediately ceasing blood-flow.
"Instinct," I said, "Demons mate for life and while Mikokai and Hanyo's don't have to abide by those rules I made a promise to and instinct demands that the demon half mark their mates. Welcome to the Celtic Warrior Demon clan, Mr. Caffery," I smirked. Neal smiled and kissed my forehead, pulling me close.
As we drifted off I barely caught, "I love you," escape his lips. My eyes shot open and I smiled snuggling closer.
"Love you, too."
Well there is chapter one. I have decided to have two chapters to this short fanfic. I don't really know why but I just decided to write more so until next time.