Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Peter had come within seconds of reporting Neal as a fugitive. He really thought he had run.

But then Peter noticed on his computer screen where the bracelet locator was.

Not within the radius.

In Peter's apartment. Probably, if it was precise, the bedroom. He went over as fast as he could.

As he walked into his bedroom, Peter saw Neal lying on it naked.

"Bet you thought I ran"

"I did."

"You should have a little faith."

"That you're no longer a criminal?"

That grin. "That I would never skip town without a goodbye kiss."

"A kiss, huh?" Peter smiled. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Come to bed, Peter. Let me show you where I mean."