April Showers Drabblethon Prompt 22
Title: Possibilities
Author: pukajen
Prompt: Prompt 22
Fandom: Fringe
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Olivia/Peter
Genre: Angst
Rating & Warnings: PG, SPOILERS: UP UNTIL THE LAST EPISODE - "The Last Sam Weiss"
Word Count: 605
Summary: Olivia wondered if there was a rainbow somewhere to be seen, but was much too content to get up and look.
Olivia loved the rain; the way it made everything seem so fresh when it was done, the way it cleared away the last gross mounds of winter snow, the way everything was greener, brighter when it was done. But more, she liked walking in the rain, loved running in it, she liked to look at drops landing in puddles and rustling leaves. As a child, she used to watch the drips make their way down her window and wonder which path they’d take and why. When she could get away with it, she played outside and stomped through puddles, tilting her head back and catching as many raindrops on her tongue as she could manage.
Even now, as an adult, she took glee in stopping through the puddles when she could, but it wasn’t often she could go outside in the rain these days on her own time.
She could now, if she really wanted to, but she was in a warm bed, Peter’s arm curled over her from behind, and she could see the rain hitting the window from where she lay. Overhead there was a constant, rhythmic beat of water striking shingle. A strong gust of wind turned the gentle taps into a frantic cacophony.
The wind rushed through the trees outside making Olivia wonder how close her car was parked to any trees. There was a low rumble of thunder and she wondered if they were in for a lightning storm. She hoped not, not that she disliked them, but their power and fury had no place in the lazy warm of morning.
Then as if a switch had been flipped, both the wind and the rain abruptly slowed and minutes later stopped. The sun started to weakly break through the grey clouds casting the bedroom into a soft light. The raindrops sparkled like diamonds on the glass of the window.
Olivia wondered if there was a rainbow somewhere to be seen, but was much too content to get up and look.
Behind her Peter sighed in his sleep and nuzzled her left shoulder, seconds later his arms tightened around her.
“Morning,” he muttered, sleep coating his voice.
“Morning,” she echoed softly back, not turning from the window.
“Did it stop snowing?” He pushed the collar of the shirt she slept in to the side and kissed the side of her throat.
“Yup.” Olivia shifted to give him better access to her neck. “It was raining for a while, but that’s stopped too.”
“You gonna go back to sleep?” Peter asked, nibbling his way down to the sensitive spot where her neck met shoulder.
“No,” Olivia said, not bothering to hold back a soft moan when he left a trail of kisses on his way back up to her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. “I don’t think so, but you can if you want.” From the way his hand was lazily starting to move, she doubted he would. A warm tug of need curled in her stomach and she stretched letting her desire tug along her muscles.
These were some of her favorite times in her life; early weekend mornings snuggled with Peter in bed with the entire day to themselves. Sometimes they would spend the whole of it in bed talking, making love, reading, teasing. Sometimes they would sleep in, then go to the gym, catch a movie, and make dinner together. The weekend days were there; ever changing, ever new, ever old and the same.
Turning in his arms, she met his lips for the first kiss of the day. Anything was possible, anything could change, anything was theirs.
Author: pukajen
Prompt: Prompt 22
Fandom: Fringe
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Olivia/Peter
Genre: Angst
Rating & Warnings: PG, SPOILERS: UP UNTIL THE LAST EPISODE - "The Last Sam Weiss"
Word Count: 605
Summary: Olivia wondered if there was a rainbow somewhere to be seen, but was much too content to get up and look.
Olivia loved the rain; the way it made everything seem so fresh when it was done, the way it cleared away the last gross mounds of winter snow, the way everything was greener, brighter when it was done. But more, she liked walking in the rain, loved running in it, she liked to look at drops landing in puddles and rustling leaves. As a child, she used to watch the drips make their way down her window and wonder which path they’d take and why. When she could get away with it, she played outside and stomped through puddles, tilting her head back and catching as many raindrops on her tongue as she could manage.
Even now, as an adult, she took glee in stopping through the puddles when she could, but it wasn’t often she could go outside in the rain these days on her own time.
She could now, if she really wanted to, but she was in a warm bed, Peter’s arm curled over her from behind, and she could see the rain hitting the window from where she lay. Overhead there was a constant, rhythmic beat of water striking shingle. A strong gust of wind turned the gentle taps into a frantic cacophony.
The wind rushed through the trees outside making Olivia wonder how close her car was parked to any trees. There was a low rumble of thunder and she wondered if they were in for a lightning storm. She hoped not, not that she disliked them, but their power and fury had no place in the lazy warm of morning.
Then as if a switch had been flipped, both the wind and the rain abruptly slowed and minutes later stopped. The sun started to weakly break through the grey clouds casting the bedroom into a soft light. The raindrops sparkled like diamonds on the glass of the window.
Olivia wondered if there was a rainbow somewhere to be seen, but was much too content to get up and look.
Behind her Peter sighed in his sleep and nuzzled her left shoulder, seconds later his arms tightened around her.
“Morning,” he muttered, sleep coating his voice.
“Morning,” she echoed softly back, not turning from the window.
“Did it stop snowing?” He pushed the collar of the shirt she slept in to the side and kissed the side of her throat.
“Yup.” Olivia shifted to give him better access to her neck. “It was raining for a while, but that’s stopped too.”
“You gonna go back to sleep?” Peter asked, nibbling his way down to the sensitive spot where her neck met shoulder.
“No,” Olivia said, not bothering to hold back a soft moan when he left a trail of kisses on his way back up to her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. “I don’t think so, but you can if you want.” From the way his hand was lazily starting to move, she doubted he would. A warm tug of need curled in her stomach and she stretched letting her desire tug along her muscles.
These were some of her favorite times in her life; early weekend mornings snuggled with Peter in bed with the entire day to themselves. Sometimes they would spend the whole of it in bed talking, making love, reading, teasing. Sometimes they would sleep in, then go to the gym, catch a movie, and make dinner together. The weekend days were there; ever changing, ever new, ever old and the same.
Turning in his arms, she met his lips for the first kiss of the day. Anything was possible, anything could change, anything was theirs.