Parks ( Fringe, R)
Title: Parks.
Rating: R
Spoilers: S2 finale.
Pairings/Characters: Olivia, Peter, Olivia/Peter, with hints of Alter-Olivia/Peter.
Summary: She couldn't believe she was here, standing in front of him ... ( set in the S3 timeline)
Warnings: Kinda smutty? I dunno.
Disclaimers: If I owned Fringe, this would be a real, secret little Easter Egg on the DVDs...
When all was said and done , when Olivia had been returned, Walternate’s mind wiped, and Alter-Olivia returned home, mind also wiped, they weren’t exactly sure what to say to each other. They agree to meet up at the bench by the lake that they had frequented before everything had gone to hell.
Peter sits down on the bench, first to arrive, and usually the first to leave it seems. He didn’t know what he was going to say to her. Sure they talked when he went to get her back, they hugged, they kissed, they fought alongside each other. But what are they to say now that the chaos has died down?
“Peter? ” Peter started, and looked up at the newcomer. He smiled lightly. She smiled back at him. The words were unspoken between them, yet they both knew what the other was saying. I missed you .
“Livia.” he responded. She didn’t sit down. Not just yet. She was letting herself absorb everything. Peter stood up. She didn’t move. “Olivia… I … ” she pulled him towards her, and just like in the apartment , she was a bit hesitant. That is, until he leaned in. Everything that had been pent up, everything, even before she was captured, poured out. She pulled him closer, if that was even possible. She missed him. Those two months ( a week in his universe) in that cell, being tortured, questioned…that look the Secretary ( he didn’t deserve to be called Walter Bishop in her mind) gave her… She gripped his arms, holding him tighter and tighter until…
“Livia…” Peter finally broke away and looked at her. “We finally get reunited and you try to cut off my blood circulation?” he chuckled “Is everything alright?” Olivia looked up at him, a somewhat surprised expression on her features.
“Am I alright? Am I alright?! No! Peter I’m not alright!” Olivia ran a hand through her hair and a pained expression took place of her shocked one. “Peter… when I was in that cell, I thought the most…terrible things. I thought that my alternate self was harming everyone I loved. Rachel, Ella … you. ” Olivia looked at him. Once again she stepped closer, and , attentively , she pulled him into an embrace. “I was so scared she would hurt you guys Peter. I knew why the Secretary had her over there, and it was so frightening. You couldn‘t come back, you‘d be in so much danger and… Oh Peter, she could have tricked you, what if you never figured out that wasn‘t me? What if she…” Peter cut her off.
“Livia, calm down. She didn‘t trick me. It didn‘t even take a week for me to know it wasn‘t you . It took three days. Tops. Then I had her in an interrogation room , asking where my… where the Secretary would be hiding you. When I threatened to go over there myself and kill whoever it was she loved, she gave in.” Olivia moved closer into him. “I asked her a question, and she answered, and when she answered, she realized why I was so upset.” Peter put a finger under Olivia’s chin and made her look at him. “Olivia, I got you back. We‘re back. We‘re home. Sure we‘re still going to have problems with the alternate universe. The shape shifters are still after us… but at least we have each other right?” Olivia nodded. “Well then, that‘s all we need.” Olivia leaned upwards and kissed him. All the want she had felt, all the need, all the waiting she had to endure in that fucking cell was driving her crazy. As she thought of all the different scenarios that ran through her head in the cell, her and Peter in the apartment, what it felt like to kiss him, what it felt like to know that she loved him and well, she was pretty sure he loved her too. What different ways she had been in denial in the past year… She tried to pull him as close to her as was humanly possible. She deepened the kiss, pulling on the lapels of his coat, as all of the emotions flooded her. Lust was added to the whirlwind. Even in the beginning, Olivia didn’t deny that Peter was very good looking. She admitted a little to herself that those…dreams… could be a sign of something. But at the time she blew them off. But now that he knew she was in love with him, now that she knew he loved her… now that he was hers, the emotions and the want became stronger.
Then one emotion she wasn’t unfamiliar with, but also often denied, was rising inside her. As Peter’s right hand went to the small of her back, and his left to her hair, the feeling of jealousy raged it’s ugly head. Jealousy over her Alternate self, over Rachel, over Tess… That animalistic yet human notion of possession was swarming in her mind. He’s mine . She growled in her head. Mine. She heard Peter chuckle into their kiss. The overpowering need for air finally made them part.
“I‘m a possession now , am I?” he asked in a husky tone. She felt her knees weaken.
“You are when you belong to me.” she growled. “No one else. Mine. Forever.” Peter cocked an eyebrow.
“Forever? You telling me you‘re in love with me Dunham?” he paused “Do you want to spend eternity with me?” she nodded. “What brought on this sudden…aggression?” Olivia gave a predetorial growl that made him chuckle again. “Why Olivia Dunham, are you jea…” she grabbed the collar of his jacket again, and pulled him down to her. She moaned when his tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring a territory he was only semi-familiar with at the moment. That wonderful heat began to pool inside her, and she felt like she might be going crazy.
“Mine.” she growled again. She broke the kiss and looked at him, her eyes black like a predator examining their prey, and an unmistakable amount of lust. It both frightened him and made his pulse quicken, excited. She slowly pushed him backwards, until the back of his knees hit the bench.
“Olivia… I don‘t think this is the greatest idea…this is a public park…” She just smirked at him, an evil smirk. It was kind of hot…
“Tell me, Peter…” she began, pushing him onto the seat “Did she try to kiss you?” Peter looked at her, quizzically. “Don‘t play dumb with me Bishop.” she growled. Olivia straddled him, and felt his intake of breath in her stomach. She smirked. “Did she?” She moved closer to him, grinding just a bit. Peter let out that breath and moaned.
“Oh God Olivia…” he whispered.
“Yeah, that‘s my name. Both of our names. Did she try to kiss you?” She leaned down and kissed him lightly, a butterfly kiss. When he tried to deepen the kiss she pulled back, causing her hips to move, and eliciting another groan from him. “ I will ask one more time Bishop, and this time, if you don’t answer, you will be punished.” She whispered in his ear, before biting at it. A hiss of pain, then another moan when she took his ear in her mouth .
“Olivia… I … I promise she didn‘t try to …oh…” Peter sucked in a breath when she got to his neck. This was slow torture. “She didn‘t try to kiss me.”
“Did you try to kiss her?” Olivia felt that jealousy rise again. “Peter…”
“It… it was a test. She failed.” Olivia found that weak spot on his neck. “Christ…”
“How did she fail Peter? Did she not kiss you?” she murmured before getting back to work.
“No, after a second I think she must have believed we were a couple, and in her need to fit in in this world, she did kiss me back.” Olivia pushed into him, grinding her hips and kissing with more force.
“Well if she kissed you she passed the test didn‘t she? We are a couple.” she had moved on to the buttons on his shirt, opening each one slowly.
“Her kiss was all wrong. It wasn‘t you.” he replied, just as her left hand started to explore this new territory.
“You and me had only kissed what…two times before this? You could already tell?” Olivia became momentarily distracted by his confession, and Peter took this opportunity. He picked her up, her yelping in surprise, and pushed her against a nearby tree, her legs still around his waist.
“Of course I could.” he smirked. God she hated that smirk. That cocky, arrogant, egotistical, sexy as hell… fuck… “Well I thought that‘s what this all was leading too…” Olivia’s cheeks turned red. “You seem to have trouble knowing what you‘re thinking privately and what you say out loud, aren‘t you ?” He pushed her harder into the tree, his lips once again claiming hers, the growing arousal she felt, making her whimper.
“Peter…please…why don‘t we take this somewhere…with a bed.” she whimpered, as he now took his turn with her neck. “Oh…oh…oh..” One of his hands hand wandered south, her hands grasped the tree bark. “Somewhere less…public maybe?” she breathed.
“What‘s wrong Dunham? You seemed fine with this being public when you started it.” he said before biting gently at her neck. She squirmed, but that made him press her harder into the tree. His other hand, once he was sure she wouldn’t fall, moved to the buttons of her blouse.
“Oh fuck…Peter…” Olivia breathed. Oh he was doing some dirty things involving teeth and his tongue on her collarbone… this was so not fair. “Peter, please. Somewhere. Anywhere. Shit, we could go to my office at the La…” his hand that had headed south was now sliding up the dress skirt she was wearing, to dangerous territory. “Peter…” she purred, changing tactics. “I would love to finish this without…so many clothes, but you know how illegal this is. I‘m an FBI agent, you‘re a consultant…oh god…” his mouth was dipping lower and lower on her chest. She needed to work fast. “Fuck…please Peter!” she cried. Oh God, if he didn’t finish her off quick, she was going to…right in the middle of the park… oh crap.
“Fine. Your office.” he growled into her ear. He lowered her, although at first she was shaking. Together, they walked back to the parking lot. This was now her favorite park…
The end. : )
Rating: R
Spoilers: S2 finale.
Pairings/Characters: Olivia, Peter, Olivia/Peter, with hints of Alter-Olivia/Peter.
Summary: She couldn't believe she was here, standing in front of him ... ( set in the S3 timeline)
Warnings: Kinda smutty? I dunno.
Disclaimers: If I owned Fringe, this would be a real, secret little Easter Egg on the DVDs...
When all was said and done , when Olivia had been returned, Walternate’s mind wiped, and Alter-Olivia returned home, mind also wiped, they weren’t exactly sure what to say to each other. They agree to meet up at the bench by the lake that they had frequented before everything had gone to hell.
Peter sits down on the bench, first to arrive, and usually the first to leave it seems. He didn’t know what he was going to say to her. Sure they talked when he went to get her back, they hugged, they kissed, they fought alongside each other. But what are they to say now that the chaos has died down?
“Peter? ” Peter started, and looked up at the newcomer. He smiled lightly. She smiled back at him. The words were unspoken between them, yet they both knew what the other was saying. I missed you .
“Livia.” he responded. She didn’t sit down. Not just yet. She was letting herself absorb everything. Peter stood up. She didn’t move. “Olivia… I … ” she pulled him towards her, and just like in the apartment , she was a bit hesitant. That is, until he leaned in. Everything that had been pent up, everything, even before she was captured, poured out. She pulled him closer, if that was even possible. She missed him. Those two months ( a week in his universe) in that cell, being tortured, questioned…that look the Secretary ( he didn’t deserve to be called Walter Bishop in her mind) gave her… She gripped his arms, holding him tighter and tighter until…
“Livia…” Peter finally broke away and looked at her. “We finally get reunited and you try to cut off my blood circulation?” he chuckled “Is everything alright?” Olivia looked up at him, a somewhat surprised expression on her features.
“Am I alright? Am I alright?! No! Peter I’m not alright!” Olivia ran a hand through her hair and a pained expression took place of her shocked one. “Peter… when I was in that cell, I thought the most…terrible things. I thought that my alternate self was harming everyone I loved. Rachel, Ella … you. ” Olivia looked at him. Once again she stepped closer, and , attentively , she pulled him into an embrace. “I was so scared she would hurt you guys Peter. I knew why the Secretary had her over there, and it was so frightening. You couldn‘t come back, you‘d be in so much danger and… Oh Peter, she could have tricked you, what if you never figured out that wasn‘t me? What if she…” Peter cut her off.
“Livia, calm down. She didn‘t trick me. It didn‘t even take a week for me to know it wasn‘t you . It took three days. Tops. Then I had her in an interrogation room , asking where my… where the Secretary would be hiding you. When I threatened to go over there myself and kill whoever it was she loved, she gave in.” Olivia moved closer into him. “I asked her a question, and she answered, and when she answered, she realized why I was so upset.” Peter put a finger under Olivia’s chin and made her look at him. “Olivia, I got you back. We‘re back. We‘re home. Sure we‘re still going to have problems with the alternate universe. The shape shifters are still after us… but at least we have each other right?” Olivia nodded. “Well then, that‘s all we need.” Olivia leaned upwards and kissed him. All the want she had felt, all the need, all the waiting she had to endure in that fucking cell was driving her crazy. As she thought of all the different scenarios that ran through her head in the cell, her and Peter in the apartment, what it felt like to kiss him, what it felt like to know that she loved him and well, she was pretty sure he loved her too. What different ways she had been in denial in the past year… She tried to pull him as close to her as was humanly possible. She deepened the kiss, pulling on the lapels of his coat, as all of the emotions flooded her. Lust was added to the whirlwind. Even in the beginning, Olivia didn’t deny that Peter was very good looking. She admitted a little to herself that those…dreams… could be a sign of something. But at the time she blew them off. But now that he knew she was in love with him, now that she knew he loved her… now that he was hers, the emotions and the want became stronger.
Then one emotion she wasn’t unfamiliar with, but also often denied, was rising inside her. As Peter’s right hand went to the small of her back, and his left to her hair, the feeling of jealousy raged it’s ugly head. Jealousy over her Alternate self, over Rachel, over Tess… That animalistic yet human notion of possession was swarming in her mind. He’s mine . She growled in her head. Mine. She heard Peter chuckle into their kiss. The overpowering need for air finally made them part.
“I‘m a possession now , am I?” he asked in a husky tone. She felt her knees weaken.
“You are when you belong to me.” she growled. “No one else. Mine. Forever.” Peter cocked an eyebrow.
“Forever? You telling me you‘re in love with me Dunham?” he paused “Do you want to spend eternity with me?” she nodded. “What brought on this sudden…aggression?” Olivia gave a predetorial growl that made him chuckle again. “Why Olivia Dunham, are you jea…” she grabbed the collar of his jacket again, and pulled him down to her. She moaned when his tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring a territory he was only semi-familiar with at the moment. That wonderful heat began to pool inside her, and she felt like she might be going crazy.
“Mine.” she growled again. She broke the kiss and looked at him, her eyes black like a predator examining their prey, and an unmistakable amount of lust. It both frightened him and made his pulse quicken, excited. She slowly pushed him backwards, until the back of his knees hit the bench.
“Olivia… I don‘t think this is the greatest idea…this is a public park…” She just smirked at him, an evil smirk. It was kind of hot…
“Tell me, Peter…” she began, pushing him onto the seat “Did she try to kiss you?” Peter looked at her, quizzically. “Don‘t play dumb with me Bishop.” she growled. Olivia straddled him, and felt his intake of breath in her stomach. She smirked. “Did she?” She moved closer to him, grinding just a bit. Peter let out that breath and moaned.
“Oh God Olivia…” he whispered.
“Yeah, that‘s my name. Both of our names. Did she try to kiss you?” She leaned down and kissed him lightly, a butterfly kiss. When he tried to deepen the kiss she pulled back, causing her hips to move, and eliciting another groan from him. “ I will ask one more time Bishop, and this time, if you don’t answer, you will be punished.” She whispered in his ear, before biting at it. A hiss of pain, then another moan when she took his ear in her mouth .
“Olivia… I … I promise she didn‘t try to …oh…” Peter sucked in a breath when she got to his neck. This was slow torture. “She didn‘t try to kiss me.”
“Did you try to kiss her?” Olivia felt that jealousy rise again. “Peter…”
“It… it was a test. She failed.” Olivia found that weak spot on his neck. “Christ…”
“How did she fail Peter? Did she not kiss you?” she murmured before getting back to work.
“No, after a second I think she must have believed we were a couple, and in her need to fit in in this world, she did kiss me back.” Olivia pushed into him, grinding her hips and kissing with more force.
“Well if she kissed you she passed the test didn‘t she? We are a couple.” she had moved on to the buttons on his shirt, opening each one slowly.
“Her kiss was all wrong. It wasn‘t you.” he replied, just as her left hand started to explore this new territory.
“You and me had only kissed what…two times before this? You could already tell?” Olivia became momentarily distracted by his confession, and Peter took this opportunity. He picked her up, her yelping in surprise, and pushed her against a nearby tree, her legs still around his waist.
“Of course I could.” he smirked. God she hated that smirk. That cocky, arrogant, egotistical, sexy as hell… fuck… “Well I thought that‘s what this all was leading too…” Olivia’s cheeks turned red. “You seem to have trouble knowing what you‘re thinking privately and what you say out loud, aren‘t you ?” He pushed her harder into the tree, his lips once again claiming hers, the growing arousal she felt, making her whimper.
“Peter…please…why don‘t we take this somewhere…with a bed.” she whimpered, as he now took his turn with her neck. “Oh…oh…oh..” One of his hands hand wandered south, her hands grasped the tree bark. “Somewhere less…public maybe?” she breathed.
“What‘s wrong Dunham? You seemed fine with this being public when you started it.” he said before biting gently at her neck. She squirmed, but that made him press her harder into the tree. His other hand, once he was sure she wouldn’t fall, moved to the buttons of her blouse.
“Oh fuck…Peter…” Olivia breathed. Oh he was doing some dirty things involving teeth and his tongue on her collarbone… this was so not fair. “Peter, please. Somewhere. Anywhere. Shit, we could go to my office at the La…” his hand that had headed south was now sliding up the dress skirt she was wearing, to dangerous territory. “Peter…” she purred, changing tactics. “I would love to finish this without…so many clothes, but you know how illegal this is. I‘m an FBI agent, you‘re a consultant…oh god…” his mouth was dipping lower and lower on her chest. She needed to work fast. “Fuck…please Peter!” she cried. Oh God, if he didn’t finish her off quick, she was going to…right in the middle of the park… oh crap.
“Fine. Your office.” he growled into her ear. He lowered her, although at first she was shaking. Together, they walked back to the parking lot. This was now her favorite park…
The end. : )