"Happy birthday to me," she says archly, and leans around Neal's shoulder to kiss Peter just as thoroughly as he was just kissing Neal.

El sees it too. "Oh, honey," she chides, dropping his tie over a chair and going to work on his waistcoat instead. "Don't even try to look as if you hadn't planned this all along."

Elizabeth is a goddess. A goddess, I tell you!

Great little story. Very sexy, very nice insight into the way Peter works and thinks.