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Neal Caffrey (classicratpack) wrote,
@ 2011-11-17 22:52:00

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Neal was dressed to the nines, wearing not only a tuxedo, but a cutaway tuxedo. Every inch of his outfit had been pressed and set at the right angles, every surface polished to an immaculate shine. He had that familiar buzz in his gut that accompanied every single job. It never got old. He was just waiting for BB to appear, and they could go down to the sheik's ball. It was their second to last night in Dubai, and they were going to make the best of it. Especially with the invitation he'd carefully liberated from the Italian businessman staying in the honeymoon suite.

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	folleconnasse 2011-11-18 05:17 am UTC (link)
	BB came out of the bedroom, her hair up and off of her neck, her makeup minimal per usual. Her red lips were in a smirk, and she twirled a bit, showing off her dress. Her earrings dangled and reflected the light, and she moved easily in her four and a half inch pumps. "You think this will work?" (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-11-18 05:24 am UTC (link)
	Neal stared, smiling delightedly. "It's beautiful, BB. Just ... beyond amazing." She could look cute and casual, and she could look so gorgeous he was almost scared to touch her. (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-11-18 05:25 am UTC (link)
	"It's one of the few things I've splurged on. 1933 Chanel." She blushed and moved over to look at him, carefully adjusting his tie. "You look... well. You know how good you look." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-11-18 05:29 am UTC (link)
	"Tell me." But Neal was teasing, and he kissed her cheek carefully, so as not to smudge her lipstick. "No, I think it turned out all right. You look amazing, though, seriously. The sheik will try to take you off my hands." He grinned. (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-11-18 05:30 am UTC (link)
	She smiled and shook her head. "You're so gorgeous, Neal, sometimes it makes my chest ache just to look at you." She wasn't exaggerating, in fact she was being very serious. But she laughed when he talked about the sheik. "He can't buy me!" (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-11-18 05:53 am UTC (link)
	"He might try. You know these Emirati sheiks." It was insane, of course. These people had more money than most of America. Neal wasn't entirely sure this was his league. Still, he was excited to try. He offered his arm, smiling maybe a trifle nervously. "Ready to go downstairs?" At least his accent didn't have to be too pronounced this time, either. He could be mostly himself. (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-11-18 05:56 am UTC (link)
	She rolled her eyes. "Nobody gets to take me, Neal. I'm for you." She kissed him gently, knowing that her lipstick was smudgeproof. "All set." She used her free hand to lift her dress to her ankles so she would be free to walk in it. (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-11-18 06:14 am UTC (link)
	"Okay." Neal smiled, starting to walk out the door. The uniformed butler held the door for both of them, and Neal simply followed the crowd. "Imagine how many rich people will be here. I wonder how many horrible necklaces I'll feel inclined to liberate." (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-11-18 06:17 am UTC (link)
	"I'll watch your back, handsome." She kissed his ear, following the crowd as well. She looked around, trying her best to look nonplussed and managing to pull off bored. "You did good," she whispered. (Reply to this)

classicratpack
2011-11-18 06:39 am UTC (link)

Neal smiled, looking around as they were swept into the banquet room. He recognized a few medals from European orders, and a few men in Islamic style robes. This was the big time. But all he could do was smile and introduce himself. He'd stolen the invitation from a new Italian member of the European court, and he kept his accent light, but noticeable. He introduced BB as his Swedish co-worker, so she wouldn't get written off as just an escort or his mistress or something.

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	folleconnasse 2011-11-18 06:41 am UTC (link)
	BB was in her element, and her Swedish accent was near flawless. She smiled when a dignitary spoke broken Swedish with her, and she chatted back with an amused smile. Things were going well, and BB couldn't help but grin at Neal. "Hope you've got big pockets," she murmured. (Reply to this)

classicratpack
2011-11-18 06:49 am UTC (link)

"Why do you think I wore the cutaway," Neal murmured, smiling. He kissed her on the cheek, somewhat for effect, but mostly because he wanted to. She was so good at this. It helped him relax as well. He started a conversation with an Asian lady wearing a flawless necklace, platinum and white gold with a beautiful emerald front and center, figuring BB could stay or go as she pleased. He wanted to make sure everyone knew they were together - they could think she was his mistress, as long as the crowd didn't think that was all she was.

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	folleconnasse 2011-11-18 06:54 am UTC (link)
	She went to go mingle with a few businessmen, smiling and laughing at ther jokes, interjecting a few of her own. One of them asked her to dance and she declined, but she had to admit the idea was nice. The floor was active and filled with people waltzing, but it was all very standard and boring. (Reply to this)

classicratpack
2011-11-18 07:05 am UTC (link)

Neal saw her charming a few businessmen and smiled to himself, going back to asking the Asian lady about her necklace. It was really flawless - he wasn't sure if he could take it from her, given that she seemed to know how to have a stone cut. The woman behind her, however ... no. Neal excused himself and turned up the Italian on a simpering woman who turned out to be Indian, clad in every horrible color in the rainbow with a necklace of rubies cut into cubes. It hurt him to see.

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folleconnasse
2011-11-18 07:07 am UTC (link)

A few of the businessmen ended up with lighter wallets in terms of cash, and were none the wiser for it. She was having fun, but couldn't help but snort when she saw Neal with a woman wearing the saddest necklace BB had ever seen.

That was when one of the businessmen came up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, taking her toward the dance floor all but insistently. "Please," he murmured. "One dance, I beg of you." It seemed a reasonable enough request.

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classicratpack
2011-11-18 07:12 am UTC (link)

Neal had just finished liberating the Indian woman's necklace - he could drive up the value of those rubies just by cutting them correctly, thank God - when he happened to look toward the dance floor. He saw BB being led out by an oily businessman. He couldn't help but be amused; she looked calm as ever, and hopefully she could liberate his wallet before the dance ended on a - was that a tango?

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folleconnasse
2011-11-18 07:15 am UTC (link)

She sighed, fully expecting to be dragged across the dance floor by a man who had no idea what he was doing. It was the curse of a girl who had been in dance classes since she'd been able to walk. But as soon as he stomped to the beat of the song, shoulders low and arms strong, she couldn't help but grin wickedly. He knew how to dance.

Taking his hand, she began to move in time with him, not even noticing when the dance floor cleared of all other people to give her and her partner more room. One of her legs was on his hip when he lifted her, their foreheads touching, eyes meeting.

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classicratpack
2011-11-18 07:21 am UTC (link)

Neal knew BB wasn't interested; he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was nothing more than a dance with someone who happened to know how to do it. But at the same time, it was a sexually charged dance. It was a dance that bothered him, because he didn't know how to do it. There wasn't a man on this earth besides him who should be getting that up close and personal with his woman.

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folleconnasse
2011-11-18 07:25 am UTC (link)

By the end of the dance, people were applauding and a few other men asking her to dance as well. Her cheeks were pink with genuine embarrassment, and she held up her hands. "Jag är ledsen, jag träffar någon," she apologized, making her way back to Neal. She fixed her hair absentmindedly as she went, chuckling to herself. "Hey," she smiled, kissing him lightly. He looked upset, and she blinked at him. "Are you okay?"

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	classicratpack 2011-11-18 07:28 am UTC (link)
	"Fine." His tone was short, though he wasn't angry with her. Mostly just frustrated. "Want a drink? I'm a little thirsty." It was even true. He didn't entirely know why it had bugged him so much; he wasn't normally the possessive type, and he didn't want BB to think he was. (Reply to this)

folleconnasse
2011-11-18 07:30 am UTC (link)

Blinking, she nodded and took his arm. "Got his wallet for you," she whispered into his ear. Leaning against him, she smiled and shook her head as the same man came and requested another dance of her. "Perhaps later, Wilfred, but thank you all the same." He kissed her hand, glaring at Neal all the while. Once he was out of earshot, BB shuddered. "That man gives me the wig, even if he does know how to dance."

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	classicratpack 2011-11-19 04:07 am UTC (link)
	Neal stared back at the man coldly, wrapping his other arm around BB. He trusted her, but the man was starting to make him uncomfortable, too. "Let's go get a drink and try our luck in the bar." (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-11-19 04:10 am UTC (link)
	BB saw that look and couldn't help but grin. In keeping with her cover, she smiled and spoke to him in Swedish. "Du är avundsjuk! Ingen anledning att vara, jag älskar bara dig." (Reply to this)

	classicratpack 2011-11-19 04:19 am UTC (link)
	She'd grinned, so he smiled too, even though he had no idea what she was saying. Neal kissed her forehead, replying in Italian with a grin. "Non piaccia quando altri uomini tentano di sedurvi, cara." He led her in the direction of the bar, kissing her hand when they cozied up near the bartender. Just a brief stop for a drink, then back to the hunt. (Reply to this)

	folleconnasse 2011-11-19 04:22 am UTC (link)
	Once they were at the bar, she took his hand and looked into his eyes before kissing him heatedly. It wasn't a groping kiss, but a hot one - she nibbled his lower lip, ran her fingers down his cheek. (Reply to this)

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