Oops, I think I used up all my holiday-fic ideas. 4. Imagine your OTP sharing an umbrella as they wait for a cab in the pouring rain.
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Drip-Drop: Of rain, umbrellas for two and bright yellow cabs in the night.
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New York is cool when it rains.
Except it is downright pouring when Peter finally decides the rain isn't going to let out first and calls it a night.
"I called a cab."
"Then I guess we wait."
And of course, they can talk about the case, the growing pile of insurance fraud no one wants to touch or even how El is still out of town and so is June. (They can even wait inside the FBI lobby where it is warm and dry) but sometimes, it is the quiet moments that make this good.
Neal opens the umbrella and they both step out into the rain. It might be the hypnotizing drip-drop above their heads or the fresh scent of a rainstorm in the air, Neal doesn't notice himself leaning in and Peter may be too tired to hold himself up.
But when the cab finally arrives, they are both reluctant to pull away.
XXX Kuro
Can we ignore the existence of the Taurus for the sake of this prompt, please?