The Middleman

Blame it on the French by monimala
"Uh, I hate to interrupt your hero-sidekick banter, Dub-Dub, but did you and Sexy Bossman miss the part where we're supposed to *have sex*?" Her voice rose at the end of the question, and MM actually winced, like he was a dog hearing a particularly shrill whistle. "I have to have sex with you both or *die*," she emphasized. "Which is very indicative of a grossly patriarchal society, I might add."

Aliens make them do it! With Lacey along for the ride. Funny, hot, and sweet.

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Sports Night

Another Second Time Around by laurificus
"You've probably made lists of them. In a book. An indexed book. An indexed book, in which all even-numbered pages are allocated to you, and odd-numbered ones to me. That, my friend, is the kind of person you are, and you are going to come into my home, and you're going to make schedules for all the cleaning activities, and an ordered system by which we will choose which TV programs we watch, and you'll start alphabetising things. And I will wish for death. And death will not come, Casey. Death will purposefully stay away, simply because it, too, is enjoying my pain and suffering."

Casey needs to crash at Dan's for a few days. Dan's not thrilled, but they work it out in the end. With adorable banter, because that's what they do.

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White Collar

Classic, in Progress by tzikeh
"I… it's a tuxedo. It fits. I like it."

"Go put it on," Neal said. Peter opened his mouth to reply, but before he could make a sound, Neal held up his hand. "Go and get it and put it on and come back down here and show me."

Peter snorted. "So you can mock it like you mock my best suit?"

"Your 'best' suit is a travesty." Again Peter opened his mouth, and again Neal held up his hand. "Peter, there are a very few, very specific things that I do better than almost anybody. This is one of the only ones left that I can still do and remain a free man."

Adorable and bantery. Neal and Elizabeth convince Peter to buy a new tuxedo.

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