Blue Skies Prompt #8: Breathless (Fringe Fandom)
Title: Breathless
Author: thelovelylydia
Prompt: Blue Skies #8, Underwater Kiss
Fandom: Fringe
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Olivia
Ratings/Warnings: K+ (for alcohol, kissing, and other sorts of tomfoolery)
Word Count: 960
Summary: Olivia doesn’t know how to swim well but she has someone to hang onto.
Olivia sat on the edge of the pool, watching as the younger children splashed around in the water. Peter had coaxed her away from the lab today, the heat index reaching nearly over one hundred in Boston. She had reluctantly agreed but regretted her decision when he had arranged a date at the local pool. Olivia hated swimming. Mostly because it reminded her of the childhood she never had. So she was content to sit wrapped in a towel shielding her bikini clad body from the rest of the world. She felt naked not dressed in a suit.
“Are you trying to give yourself heatstroke?” Peter asked as he came up to her, sangrias in hand. He handed her a bubblegum pink one. She extended her arm to take it but immediately placed it on the cement beside her. “Come on, Liv, let’s go swim around for a bit.” Peter shot her his award winning smile. Olivia didn’t have the heart to admit that she wasn’t a strong swimmer; she had learned just enough to get her through some of the rigorous training F.B.I. hopefuls had to go through. Water never appealed much to her, anyways. The only times in the past couple years where she had been submerged in anything other than a bath she was shot up with LSD or some other type of psychotic drug. Peter knelt before her and pulled the blanket from her shoulders.
“I’m perfectly content watching you swim,” She said finally, looking into his stormy blue eyes. It wasn’t a lie. She enjoyed watching his powerful muscles bulge as they contracted pulling him through the water. But Peter wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up. “Peter, no-“
“I can’t enjoy my date unless she actually participates with me,” He said with a sly smile and grabbed her about her waist. She shrieked as he threw her over his shoulder.
“Peter Bishop!” She kicked her legs. “Put me down. We aren’t children anymore and this isn’t funny.” She was beginning to panic. It was bringing her back to bad times with her stepfather; he used to drag her like this to another room in his alcoholic state where he would beat her.
But Peter wasn’t her stepfather. She kept trying to remind herself that.
Olivia didn’t give up her flailing until she realized she was flying through the air. Next thing she felt was her body hitting the surface of the cool water, it enveloping her in its weightless undulations. She came up to the surface once more, sputtering for breath. A lifeguard’s whistle split the air. She pushed the chlorinated water from her eyes as she heard the boy scolding Peter.
“NO HORSEPLAY!” He blew the whistle once again.
“Sorry,” Peter replied and she heard him slip into the water near her. “I just needed to convince her a little.”
Olivia began to struggle as she came to realize her feet didn’t touch the ground. He had tossed her in the deep end and she was going to go under again. Her blonde hair floated on top of the water as her head began to bob underneath. She was thrashing her arms wildly to try to stay above the liquid.
A sturdy hand pulled her from her panic.
“Olivia,” It said and she sputtered water as she felt arms taking her close.
“I can’t swim well!” She cried. One of the arms pulled her close while the hand of the other brushed the water and hair from her dripping face. She looked up to see Peter looking down at her with concern.
“I’ve got you, Liv. I’ve always got you.” He whispered. “I’m not going to let them harm you. But I am going to teach you how to swim.”
Gently he laid her on her back and she found she was floating effortless. He began to instruct her on different strokes to keep her afloat as well as propel her forwards. He smiled at her as she began to perform what he had taught her. Her muscles were growing fatigued from the effort and he led her over to the shallow end.
“I suppose that is enough for today,” He said with a smile and Olivia stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around him.
“There is one thing I can do well, Peter,” She said with a wink. He cocked his head in confusion at her. “I can hold my breath and go under.” Peter smiled at her. She took a deep breath and plunged into the water, her arms gently lapping at the anti-gravity environment. She opened her eyes to see that Peter had joined her; he was staring back into her eyes. Olivia knew she could hold her breath a little longer so she made her way to him and grabbing his hands. They floated under the surface; hands spread out at their sides and joined. Peter pulled her close and Olivia smiled at him. Ever so gently their lips in a kiss, Olivia’s heart raced. She would only be able to stay under for a couple more seconds but she would wait until the last possible moment. For right now in this noiseless, peaceful environment there were no observers, there were no bad guys. People didn’t do experiments on her, people didn’t want them dead. In this moment, it was Olivia and Peter. Something she knew she wanted the first time she laid eyes on him. So she pressed her lips against his, bubbles seeping from their nostrils, basking in the moment for as long as it would last. They would come up for air at some point, but for now they were breathless with each other.
Author: thelovelylydia
Prompt: Blue Skies #8, Underwater Kiss
Fandom: Fringe
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Olivia
Ratings/Warnings: K+ (for alcohol, kissing, and other sorts of tomfoolery)
Word Count: 960
Summary: Olivia doesn’t know how to swim well but she has someone to hang onto.
Olivia sat on the edge of the pool, watching as the younger children splashed around in the water. Peter had coaxed her away from the lab today, the heat index reaching nearly over one hundred in Boston. She had reluctantly agreed but regretted her decision when he had arranged a date at the local pool. Olivia hated swimming. Mostly because it reminded her of the childhood she never had. So she was content to sit wrapped in a towel shielding her bikini clad body from the rest of the world. She felt naked not dressed in a suit.
“Are you trying to give yourself heatstroke?” Peter asked as he came up to her, sangrias in hand. He handed her a bubblegum pink one. She extended her arm to take it but immediately placed it on the cement beside her. “Come on, Liv, let’s go swim around for a bit.” Peter shot her his award winning smile. Olivia didn’t have the heart to admit that she wasn’t a strong swimmer; she had learned just enough to get her through some of the rigorous training F.B.I. hopefuls had to go through. Water never appealed much to her, anyways. The only times in the past couple years where she had been submerged in anything other than a bath she was shot up with LSD or some other type of psychotic drug. Peter knelt before her and pulled the blanket from her shoulders.
“I’m perfectly content watching you swim,” She said finally, looking into his stormy blue eyes. It wasn’t a lie. She enjoyed watching his powerful muscles bulge as they contracted pulling him through the water. But Peter wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up. “Peter, no-“
“I can’t enjoy my date unless she actually participates with me,” He said with a sly smile and grabbed her about her waist. She shrieked as he threw her over his shoulder.
“Peter Bishop!” She kicked her legs. “Put me down. We aren’t children anymore and this isn’t funny.” She was beginning to panic. It was bringing her back to bad times with her stepfather; he used to drag her like this to another room in his alcoholic state where he would beat her.
But Peter wasn’t her stepfather. She kept trying to remind herself that.
Olivia didn’t give up her flailing until she realized she was flying through the air. Next thing she felt was her body hitting the surface of the cool water, it enveloping her in its weightless undulations. She came up to the surface once more, sputtering for breath. A lifeguard’s whistle split the air. She pushed the chlorinated water from her eyes as she heard the boy scolding Peter.
“NO HORSEPLAY!” He blew the whistle once again.
“Sorry,” Peter replied and she heard him slip into the water near her. “I just needed to convince her a little.”
Olivia began to struggle as she came to realize her feet didn’t touch the ground. He had tossed her in the deep end and she was going to go under again. Her blonde hair floated on top of the water as her head began to bob underneath. She was thrashing her arms wildly to try to stay above the liquid.
A sturdy hand pulled her from her panic.
“Olivia,” It said and she sputtered water as she felt arms taking her close.
“I can’t swim well!” She cried. One of the arms pulled her close while the hand of the other brushed the water and hair from her dripping face. She looked up to see Peter looking down at her with concern.
“I’ve got you, Liv. I’ve always got you.” He whispered. “I’m not going to let them harm you. But I am going to teach you how to swim.”
Gently he laid her on her back and she found she was floating effortless. He began to instruct her on different strokes to keep her afloat as well as propel her forwards. He smiled at her as she began to perform what he had taught her. Her muscles were growing fatigued from the effort and he led her over to the shallow end.
“I suppose that is enough for today,” He said with a smile and Olivia stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around him.
“There is one thing I can do well, Peter,” She said with a wink. He cocked his head in confusion at her. “I can hold my breath and go under.” Peter smiled at her. She took a deep breath and plunged into the water, her arms gently lapping at the anti-gravity environment. She opened her eyes to see that Peter had joined her; he was staring back into her eyes. Olivia knew she could hold her breath a little longer so she made her way to him and grabbing his hands. They floated under the surface; hands spread out at their sides and joined. Peter pulled her close and Olivia smiled at him. Ever so gently their lips in a kiss, Olivia’s heart raced. She would only be able to stay under for a couple more seconds but she would wait until the last possible moment. For right now in this noiseless, peaceful environment there were no observers, there were no bad guys. People didn’t do experiments on her, people didn’t want them dead. In this moment, it was Olivia and Peter. Something she knew she wanted the first time she laid eyes on him. So she pressed her lips against his, bubbles seeping from their nostrils, basking in the moment for as long as it would last. They would come up for air at some point, but for now they were breathless with each other.