Okay, so my brain decides Jones was the team bike, and I was all prepared to write smut. But then Angst happened. and Plot. and very few actual sex scenes.

:(

Also, I wrote this whole story in one go, so it may get edited at some point.

I don't own White Collar, or any of the other things referenced, of which there are many, because anything set in or that mentions, or that could conceivably go to, New York is fair play for Clinton Jones' libido. No knowledge of other shows but White Collar necessary to enjoy.

Clinton bit down on the side of her neck as he came. She moaned beneath him, and he hips jolted. She'd already came once, and was on her way to her second. He pulled out, disposing neatly of the condom. She whined a little, and he shushed her, slowly moving down her body, tasting and touching as he went. Then his face was between her legs and he was pushing his tongue into her, then backing off to lick ad suck at her clit, then pushing his fingers roughly into her.

This was the part he loved.

He went down on her, full of confidence and totally uninhibited. She moaned and he grinned against her cunt, loving the wet sounds they made between them.

She came hard, toes curling as she shouted.

They lay on the bed together for a long time, panting. Then she half sat up, and drew the sheet around her.

This was the bit he hated.

"I don't... this isn't..."

"Hey, it was just some fun. It doesn't have to mean anything if we don't want it to." He smiled, desperate that it wouldn't get awkward.

"I've never, not with someone from the same office. The frat rules..."

"Lauren, it's fine. It's all fine."

She finally relaxed and smiled at him.

It was the first time they'd had sex, but it wasn't the last. It was never anything routine; they'd just fall into bed together when they needed some release. She told him a couple of months later that she was only seeing him and wondered if they should formalise their arrangement. Clinton didn't tell her about the many, many people he'd been seeing in between their liaisons, but they still decided to keep their fling informal.