This was inspired by the song Stay by Sugarland. It was going to follow the verses.
You know the feeling you get in the morning when you wake up thinking you can sleep longer, only to realize your alarm is about to go off? That's the feeling Neal Caffery got when he woke up and realized that the warm body next to him would soon be wrenched away, and he would be left alone in his bed to, possibly, cry himself back to sleep.
Peter grumbled in his sleep as Neal twisted to get a look at the digital clock on the bed side table. 1:07am.
It's usually around this time that Elizabeth calls. Peter will answer his phone, trying hard to erase any hint of sleep from his voice, tell her that he'll be home soon, kiss Neal one last time and leave without another word.
"Please, don't go." Neal begged this time, catching his hand as Peter sat up to put on his discarded shirt. Peter raised their intertwined fingers to his mouth and kissed Neal's knuckles.
"I have to, you know that. El's waiting." He whispered. He sounded almost regretful. It gave Neal that false hope that maybe someday he'll stay.
Maybe.
Neal pulled on a pair of flannel pajama pants and crossed the room to the couch where Peter sat putting on his shoes. He sat next to him and dropped his head into his hands. Peter saw a few tears hit his lover's knee as he silently stood and exited the apartment, leaving Neal alone as always.