Chocolates (Fringe, PG-13)
Title: Chocolates
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None really, unless you haven't seen "6B" I guess...
Characters/Pairings: Peter, Olivia, Peter/Olivia.
Summary: He was eating all of the chocolate.
Warning: None.
Disclaimer: Do not own.
When Peter picked up the chocolate from the box on the desk, Olivia could not help but quirk an eyebrow at him. Those were her champagne chocolates. He had bought them for her yesterday. Sure, in a way he had partial ownership, being the one who bought them, but dammit, those were Olivia’s chocolates. She coughed intentionally to get his attention. Peter looked up from his report to glance at her. She was surprised to see a smirk on his face.
He was doing this on purpose, the smug bastard.
Peter leaned forward in his chair, and, calmly setting the folder down, snatched another chocolate before Olivia knew what had happened. Olivia pouted and Peter laughed.
“You’re stealing my chocolates.” she said , her arms crossed, a look of annoyance on her features.
“ I only took two of them.” Peter defended, picking up the file he had been reading and a smile on his face.
“Liar.”
“Excuse me?”
“I called you a liar Mr. Bishop.” Olivia got up from her seat, walked around the desk, and leaned on it, next to Peter’s chair. “You’ve stolen four of the chocolates from the box. Two here, two this morning.”
“How…”
“ I saw you stealing one when the box was on your dresser.” Olivia stated, her expression victorious.
“ So you were awake. You little faker.” Peter replied with a semi-shocked expression.
“Indeed I was. And I saw you slip another one from it before you handed the box to me after we got dressed. So that makes four. You stole four chocolates. So…ah ah!” Olivia reached over and took her boyfriend’s right hand, which had been creeping towards the box again, and held it tightly. “So no stealing anymore, or else.”
“Or else what?” Peter asked, mirth in his eyes.
“Or else we’re not having sex for a week.” Olivia replied, noting, with pleasure, the small look of horror that played over Peter’s face.
“You, Ms. Dunham, are evil.”
“And you love me for it, admit you do.” she said as she leaned in towards him, her hands still grasping one of his, her face dangerously close.
“I love you for being evil.” Peter whispered, his heart racing. Olivia grinned , gave him a quick peck on the lips, reached over and took the box of chocolates, then returned to her seat, triumphant. “Very, very evil.” Peter breathed.
The End.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None really, unless you haven't seen "6B" I guess...
Characters/Pairings: Peter, Olivia, Peter/Olivia.
Summary: He was eating all of the chocolate.
Warning: None.
Disclaimer: Do not own.
When Peter picked up the chocolate from the box on the desk, Olivia could not help but quirk an eyebrow at him. Those were her champagne chocolates. He had bought them for her yesterday. Sure, in a way he had partial ownership, being the one who bought them, but dammit, those were Olivia’s chocolates. She coughed intentionally to get his attention. Peter looked up from his report to glance at her. She was surprised to see a smirk on his face.
He was doing this on purpose, the smug bastard.
Peter leaned forward in his chair, and, calmly setting the folder down, snatched another chocolate before Olivia knew what had happened. Olivia pouted and Peter laughed.
“You’re stealing my chocolates.” she said , her arms crossed, a look of annoyance on her features.
“ I only took two of them.” Peter defended, picking up the file he had been reading and a smile on his face.
“Liar.”
“Excuse me?”
“I called you a liar Mr. Bishop.” Olivia got up from her seat, walked around the desk, and leaned on it, next to Peter’s chair. “You’ve stolen four of the chocolates from the box. Two here, two this morning.”
“How…”
“ I saw you stealing one when the box was on your dresser.” Olivia stated, her expression victorious.
“ So you were awake. You little faker.” Peter replied with a semi-shocked expression.
“Indeed I was. And I saw you slip another one from it before you handed the box to me after we got dressed. So that makes four. You stole four chocolates. So…ah ah!” Olivia reached over and took her boyfriend’s right hand, which had been creeping towards the box again, and held it tightly. “So no stealing anymore, or else.”
“Or else what?” Peter asked, mirth in his eyes.
“Or else we’re not having sex for a week.” Olivia replied, noting, with pleasure, the small look of horror that played over Peter’s face.
“You, Ms. Dunham, are evil.”
“And you love me for it, admit you do.” she said as she leaned in towards him, her hands still grasping one of his, her face dangerously close.
“I love you for being evil.” Peter whispered, his heart racing. Olivia grinned , gave him a quick peck on the lips, reached over and took the box of chocolates, then returned to her seat, triumphant. “Very, very evil.” Peter breathed.
The End.