Disclaimer: White Collar and its characters do not belong to me. This story does.
A/N:
So basically I'm a sap and decided to show it with a little PeterxElizabeth fluff. Enjoy and please leave a review~

Ten…

We were sitting across from each other, two candles illuminating the space between us. The waiter had dropped the check in front of Peter. He counted out the money quickly and tucked it with the bill.

"Ready?" he asked, and I nodded.

Nine…

We walked out the restaurant together, his hand on my back, gently guiding me towards the door. Outside the rain had started to let up a bit. Only a tiny drizzle remained, sprinkling droplets into the puddles on the sidewalk.

Eight…

Peter hailed a cab. He opened the door very gentleman-like and waited for me to climb inside. He gave the driver my address and off we went.

Seven…

"So, I had a good time tonight," he said, rubbing his hands together nervously. "Did you?"

I couldn't help but smile at the shy way he looked at me.

"I had a great time."

Six…

We stopped at a red light. Timidly, Peter's hand reached across the seat between us. His fingers slowly curled around mine. They were warm to the touch, a total contrast to the air outside.

Five…

The cab pulled up to my apartment and Peter opened the door, stepped onto the street and let me get out.

"So, um, we should do this again sometime."

Four…

"I'd like that," I told him. The little smile he'd been wearing all night finally grew.

"Okay. I'll call you."

Three…

"Sounds good," I said. We stood there in silence. Though my building was right behind us, I felt no need to turn around and go inside. The drizzle was getting caught in my hair, making it frizz only slightly at the ends.

Two…

Our hands touched again, our fingers lacing together like puzzle pieces that finally found their fit. I felt myself gravitating towards him more and more, his features blurring and coming back together as I got closer.

One…

My lips met his. It was brief, but beautiful, and when we broke apart I reached out and gingerly touched his lips with the tip of my finger, as if I was being sure it was real.

It was.

And I'll never forget it.