Title: Did Peter Make…?
Author: By Ultracape
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: None
Pairings: P/E/N established relationsip
Rating: Very mild PG for dirty minds and mild language
Summary: Neal can't get over how impressive Peter's sexual prowess really is.
"Peter, that was amazing. I could swear the Earth moved."
"Mph," "Argh," "Rough."
"Huh,"
"Neal," Peter did not sound pleased for receiving the complement. "Move, now."
"Please Neal, you're breaking my back," said Elizabeth from someplace beneath Neal.
"Whine, mmmph, mmmph."
Was that the dog?
"For G-d sakes Neal, you're lying on top of El who is lying on top of me and I landed on the dog. Get the hell up."
"Oh," said Neal, a little disappointed at the lack of afterglow that was available after what he swore was the most intense sexual experience of his life.
"Sorry," he said attempting to slide off the mound of lovers and dog without causing anyone any more distress. But then, he looked around and realized where he was "hey, how did we all end up on the floor on top of the dog?"
"The Earth moved," Peter replied.
"Well, that's what I said and you got angry and me."
Neal was now sitting on the bed as Elizabeth helped Peter move off of Satchmo.
"Neal," said Elizabeth, "Sweetie, the Earth moved."
"Yeah," he said in confusion. "That's good, isn't it?"
Peter got up and physically turned Neal towards the television set which had been on mute.
Pictures of crowds milling around the street outside Federal Plaza were displayed as a commentator kept sticking a microphone the faces of any person who wanted 15 minutes of fame, well, actually maybe 15 seconds.
Underneath the picture ran the cyron. "reports that the earthquake measured 5.8 on the Richter scale. So far no deaths, injuries or damage to property has been reported."
Neal looked up at Peter, "Yeah, well, that's what I said, you made the Earth move, just not only for me."
AN: I usually don't write stories with sex in them but I just couldn't resist.