A/N: This was my entry for the RTC lightening round. I used the prompt "Dance me to my song" Just a general piece of N/P fluff. :)

No warnings, no spoilers!

Also, to those of you wondering, the next chapter of A Safe Place should be up today sometime or early tomorrow! Thanks for reading!

Peter smiled at the low pulse of music he could hear coming from Neal's loft. He loved nights that started like this. He pushed the door open slowly without knocking and was rewarded with one of his favorite views.

Neal was standing barefoot on an old beige tarp covering the floor. Jeans slung low on his hips and an old tank that clung to him in a way that left little to the imagination. And then there was the clay. Peter could see it caking his hands and up his arms and he watched for a minute, dumbstruck as Neal rocked gently to the music in the air, his hands gentle against his creation. When he brought a dirty hand up to push his hair off his forehead, Peter couldn't stifle the groan that escaped.

Neal glanced over his shoulder and a slow smile spread over his face. "Peter." He turned to face him, wiping his hands down his chest. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Sometimes I like to catch you unguarded." Peter stripped his jacket off as he took a step closer. "Do you know how beautiful you are, when you think nobody's watching?" His hands itched to trace the line of clay across Neal's cheek.

Neal's smile grew and his eyes closed, lashes dark against his skin. "Then why don't I," He turned his back and cast a long look over his shoulder before going back to his art. "just pretend you're not here?"

Peter bit down on the inside of his lip. Damn he was seductive when he wanted to play. "Consider me invisible." He moved to a chair and sat down, legs spread with his hands on his knees.

It took Neal a moment to block out Peter's gaze but soon he found himself lost in the throb of the music and the cool slick of clay under his hands. When the sound of Peter's feet over the tarp eased him back to the present he wasn't sure how much time had passed. He kept his movements fluid as he felt Peter move behind him but didn't try to stop the sigh that escaped him as his hands settled on his hips.

When those hands tugged him gently against Peter, he let his arms fall to his sides. He sighed and closed his eyes, the gentle swaying of his body forcing Peter into movement. Together they moved like that, Peter's hands holding him flush against him, Neal's eventually rising up to cover them.

A minute, maybe two, passed with just the beat of music filling the silence before Peter's breath tickled his ear. "I love this song."

Neal turned in his arms then and met dark eyes heavy with desire. "Dance with me." the words came out in a whisper and he brought his hands up to trace the line of Peter's cheek, leaving a dusting of clay there.

"I think I am." Peter chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Neal's. "Or did you have something else in mind?"

A smirk and then Neal stepped into him and placed dry kisses on his lips, his jaw, his ear; before settling his head against his shoulder. Peter brought his hands up and around him again and they moved in time to the music. "I've always got something else in mind, Peter." Neal's breath was warm against his neck. "But right now, this is perfect."

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