Jealous V. Possessive ( PG-13 to R)
Title: Jealous V. Possessive.
Rating: PG-13 to R. I do use the F word, and the end is ... suggestive.
Spoilers: Mostly the S2 finale.
Characters/Pairings: Peter, Olivia, Rachel, Astrid, Peter/Olivia, Olivia/Walter father-daughter friendship.
Summary: Olivia was a lot of things, but jealous? No , nuh uh, no way....really... ( Something that could be set in S3) Just a lighter one-shot to bright a smile/smirk in the darkness.
Warnings: Naughty people do naughty things.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Olivia Dunham is many things. She is an agent for the FBI, she is a loving sister and aunt, she is a member of the Fringe Division, she is the ( something she is reluctant to admit) ‘adopted’ daughter of one Walter Bishop ( ‘You’re like a daughter to me Olivia, and I love you for that.’ She was secretly thrilled and touched when he told her this, because, although she wouldn’t tell him, she did think of him as a father) , she is a good friend, she is a fighter ( having survived a month in a small room, tortured by Peter’s fucked up real father), she is a grateful person ( having been rescued from that place and brought home by her boss, and her genius adopted father and recently attained boyfriend). She is all of these things. But one thing Olivia Dunham ( hopefully Dunham-Bishop in the future, but she wasn’t going to inflate Peter’s ego any more by telling him that) Olivia is not, was not, will never be, is the jealous type. Nope. Nuh-uh. She was not the jealous type. No way. Which is why she was currently glaring at the man she loved more than everything, as he tried to breath through his laughter.
“You‘re being ridiculous. I was not jealous of her. Stop laughing.” Olivia hissed , as Peter steadied himself on the bar counter, and calmed down. He had that grin on his face that meant he knew he was right, he knew he knew her better than she thought. It just made her more put-off. “ You’re an ass.”
“Oh come on Livia, it‘s cute. Really. And besides…” that smirk appeared. Damn that smirk! That was the same smirk that made her knees go a little weak when they first met. Derailed her a bit from what she was supposed to be doing. Curse him! He leaned closer to her, he ran one of his hands over her left cheek, she took in a breath. She could feel his on her face… “It‘s not the first time I‘ve seen you jealous because of her.”
“When was I ever jealous of her before we got together?” Peter’s smirk got wider. “I’m not saying I was jealous earlier!” Peter laughed and turned towards the counter, licking his lips before taking a swig from his beer. Olivia silently mourned the loss of warmth, but , again, she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Awhile back, before this whole disaster of epic proportions started up with my father, I called your house. But I wasn‘t calling to talk to you, I was calling to talk to Rachel. You were really pissed off at me for the rest of the day. And when I asked you about it, you got defensive. You, my dear Olivia Dunham, were jealous that I had called for your sister and not you. It was cute. Really.” Olivia’s cheeks now turned a pink she hated to admit was there. “See? You‘re blushing.”
“I am not. It‘s warm in here.” Olivia defended , a little too quickly. That damn smirk was back again. Peter raised an eyebrow, and, still smirking, took another drink from the bottle in his hands.
“Uh huh.” he replied. “Then , Livia, can you explain what it was that happened today outside of the university? Because I am just dying to know.”
“Nothing happened.” Olivia squeaked. Peter started to chuckle. “Peter, nothing happened, I don‘t know what you‘re talking about. Everything was…normal.”
“Oh really? Care to relive what happened?” Olivia opened her mouth, then shut it again, Peter laughed. “Alright, here‘s a refresher…”
One hour earlier…
Rachel Dunham waited patiently outside the odd door to the odd lab that her sister spent most of her time in during the day. It had been an odd two weeks. Olivia had come back from her trip acting really strange. But then, they ( Peter, Olivia, Walter, and that Agent Broyles) went away again, and Olivia came back , changed once again, but more the same than she was before. Rachel sighed. At least Olivia was…better… right? The door handle jiggled, and Rachel started. Olivia came out of the lab, followed by Dr. Bishop, Astrid, and Peter. Peter. Rachel smiled. She was thinking of asking him out. Not right away, but after awhile. She wasn’t that insensitive. She was told what happened during the second trip. Both him and Olivia got hurt really badly, and were in a weird place emotionally at the moment. They were partners, best friends. She’d wait.
“Olivia.” Rachel smiled at her sister, who smiled back at her. The red hair she had had was fading amazingly fast, her oddly pale complexion was returning to normal, she was looking better.
“Rachel.” She replied, her eyes betraying her. She was exhausted. Worry was evident in her eyes, she was not doing well. But then Rachel noticed something odd. When Peter walked up next to Olivia, she became more relaxed, her eyes went from being tired and worried, to happy and reassured, the smile was genuine. What… huh… could they be…and Olivia didn’t tell her?! She needed to test this. They walked outside, Astrid taking Walter with her ‘I’ll take him home Peter, don’t worry. We can play Monopoly. We’re due for a re-match.’ .
“So, Peter, got any plans for tonight?” Rachel asked, eying Olivia to see her response. Both to her surprise, yet not coming as a total shock, Olivia, who was standing closer than normal to Peter, tensed up. Peter must have felt it, because a smirk graced his features.
“Oh I don‘t know. I‘m pretty tired. It‘s been a really long week. I might just go home and go to bed.” Olivia blushed. Peter held in a laugh. This was getting awkward very fast, and he couldn’t help but think maybe… “ How about you Rachel? Any plans? Livia tells me you and Ella are staying here in Boston for a couple more days.” Rachel smiled.
“Yeah, we‘re planning too. Ella says she wants to make sure Auntie Olivia is one hundred percent okay before we leave.” Peter and Rachel laughed, while Olivia just chuckled, a bit embarrassed. “But I was thinking of trying to find this restaurant here in Boston that has gotten good reviews, and I hear they have a mean tiramisu, which I love. Just seeing if anyone was interested in going with me.” The air suddenly got thicker, the tension mounted. If Olivia was going to crack, it’d be now. “ And I was wondering if you were interested in going with me.”
Olivia , who had been trying to be civil, be secret, snapped. She and Peter discussed when they were going to tell everyone, but desperate times called for desperate measures right? She wasn’t jealous though. No. Nope. Not jealous. At least, that’s what she told herself when she turned, grabbed the lapels of Peter’s long jacket, and pulled him down to kiss her, hard. She put one of her hands in his hair, pushing him deeper into the kiss. Okay, so maybe kissing your boyfriend outside Harvard University, in front of your sister was not the most tactful way of announcing you had a claim on someone already, but Peter wasn’t resisting at all, so it’s not like she was molesting him or anything. Peter was , however, being evil. His right hand went to her waist, like their first kiss, and pulled her a little closer, and he…there… she blamed it on him, but now there was tongue involved. Yup, blaming Peter. She was just…possessive. She was not jealous though. No, no way. Nuh uh, nein. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, both flustered, Olivia said.
“Peter‘s um… Peter‘s going to be busy tonight. See you at home sis!” Olivia grabbed Peter’s hand, Peter shrugged and mouthed ‘Sorry.’ to Rachel, before being dragged to Olivia’s car. Rachel just watched, her laughter now showing.
Olivia’s blush returned as Peter mentioned the part where Rachel laughed as he was dragged away by his irked, embarrassed girlfriend.
“I was not jealous.” she maintained. “That um… that didn‘t prove uh…” Peter smiled softly at her this time. It wasn’t mocking, it wasn’t mean, it was a genuine , sweet smile.
“ Olivia, I do not think I’ve ever seen you stutter.” Olivia smiled back at him. Then, something evil ( and admittedly, something she was going to enjoy) , came to mind. Olivia leaned in to her boyfriend, and whispered into his ear…
“Alright babe, maybe I was jealous. But…” she bit his ear gently then kissed away the pain “ I can do things to you that‘d make you stutter all night.” She pulled back, and took her bottle of beer in her hands. Slowly, she took a drink from the bottle. She set it down and licked her lips in a truly wicked way that Peter knew was meant for him. A smirk played on his features once again. He took out a ten dollar bill, put it on the counter, and hopped off the stool he had been occupying. Two can play this game. He turned Olivia towards him , her still being on her stool. He walked closer, and stopped, standing there, her two legs on either side of him now, he leaned in and kissed her. Now this kiss was down right mean. He was teasing her, coming closer to asking permission to go further, then, just as she took the bait, pulled away. Oh he could do evil things with that mouth of his. Evil things. Especially when his hands were… oh God. Olivia made a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a moan, as Peter’s hand slid up her legs. Why did she choose the skirt today? Oh right…
Early early early that morning.
“Shit.” Olivia hissed quietly in the dark. A stirring from the bed she was currently searching the outside of made her freeze. Crap. He was awake.
“You‘re not as quiet as you think you are.” Peter whispered from the bed, loud enough for her to hear. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her through the dim light of the rising sun , streaming through the curtained windows. “What‘s wrong?”
“I can‘t find the pants I was wearing last night and I don‘t have time to go back to my place before we go to work.” Olivia explained. Peter sighed and rubbed his nose.
“Didn‘t you leave some clothes here awhile ago? That one night when we were all pouring over case files and…”
“Oh right!” Olivia smiled and quietly tiptoed to Peter’s closet. Hoping against all hope, she opened it. There were clothes there. A skirt and a blouse. Whatever. That’d work. As she slipped on the skirt, a strong pair of hands wrapped around her bare midriff, and she was once again delayed in getting dressed…
When the bartender gave them that ‘Usually I wouldn’t care, but you two are getting a bit loud and other people are here.’ look, Peter broke the kiss.
“Come on.” he whispered huskily into her ear. “Let‘s go somewhere more private, Ms. Possessive. ”
The End.
Rating: PG-13 to R. I do use the F word, and the end is ... suggestive.
Spoilers: Mostly the S2 finale.
Characters/Pairings: Peter, Olivia, Rachel, Astrid, Peter/Olivia, Olivia/Walter father-daughter friendship.
Summary: Olivia was a lot of things, but jealous? No , nuh uh, no way....really... ( Something that could be set in S3) Just a lighter one-shot to bright a smile/smirk in the darkness.
Warnings: Naughty people do naughty things.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Olivia Dunham is many things. She is an agent for the FBI, she is a loving sister and aunt, she is a member of the Fringe Division, she is the ( something she is reluctant to admit) ‘adopted’ daughter of one Walter Bishop ( ‘You’re like a daughter to me Olivia, and I love you for that.’ She was secretly thrilled and touched when he told her this, because, although she wouldn’t tell him, she did think of him as a father) , she is a good friend, she is a fighter ( having survived a month in a small room, tortured by Peter’s fucked up real father), she is a grateful person ( having been rescued from that place and brought home by her boss, and her genius adopted father and recently attained boyfriend). She is all of these things. But one thing Olivia Dunham ( hopefully Dunham-Bishop in the future, but she wasn’t going to inflate Peter’s ego any more by telling him that) Olivia is not, was not, will never be, is the jealous type. Nope. Nuh-uh. She was not the jealous type. No way. Which is why she was currently glaring at the man she loved more than everything, as he tried to breath through his laughter.
“You‘re being ridiculous. I was not jealous of her. Stop laughing.” Olivia hissed , as Peter steadied himself on the bar counter, and calmed down. He had that grin on his face that meant he knew he was right, he knew he knew her better than she thought. It just made her more put-off. “ You’re an ass.”
“Oh come on Livia, it‘s cute. Really. And besides…” that smirk appeared. Damn that smirk! That was the same smirk that made her knees go a little weak when they first met. Derailed her a bit from what she was supposed to be doing. Curse him! He leaned closer to her, he ran one of his hands over her left cheek, she took in a breath. She could feel his on her face… “It‘s not the first time I‘ve seen you jealous because of her.”
“When was I ever jealous of her before we got together?” Peter’s smirk got wider. “I’m not saying I was jealous earlier!” Peter laughed and turned towards the counter, licking his lips before taking a swig from his beer. Olivia silently mourned the loss of warmth, but , again, she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Awhile back, before this whole disaster of epic proportions started up with my father, I called your house. But I wasn‘t calling to talk to you, I was calling to talk to Rachel. You were really pissed off at me for the rest of the day. And when I asked you about it, you got defensive. You, my dear Olivia Dunham, were jealous that I had called for your sister and not you. It was cute. Really.” Olivia’s cheeks now turned a pink she hated to admit was there. “See? You‘re blushing.”
“I am not. It‘s warm in here.” Olivia defended , a little too quickly. That damn smirk was back again. Peter raised an eyebrow, and, still smirking, took another drink from the bottle in his hands.
“Uh huh.” he replied. “Then , Livia, can you explain what it was that happened today outside of the university? Because I am just dying to know.”
“Nothing happened.” Olivia squeaked. Peter started to chuckle. “Peter, nothing happened, I don‘t know what you‘re talking about. Everything was…normal.”
“Oh really? Care to relive what happened?” Olivia opened her mouth, then shut it again, Peter laughed. “Alright, here‘s a refresher…”
One hour earlier…
Rachel Dunham waited patiently outside the odd door to the odd lab that her sister spent most of her time in during the day. It had been an odd two weeks. Olivia had come back from her trip acting really strange. But then, they ( Peter, Olivia, Walter, and that Agent Broyles) went away again, and Olivia came back , changed once again, but more the same than she was before. Rachel sighed. At least Olivia was…better… right? The door handle jiggled, and Rachel started. Olivia came out of the lab, followed by Dr. Bishop, Astrid, and Peter. Peter. Rachel smiled. She was thinking of asking him out. Not right away, but after awhile. She wasn’t that insensitive. She was told what happened during the second trip. Both him and Olivia got hurt really badly, and were in a weird place emotionally at the moment. They were partners, best friends. She’d wait.
“Olivia.” Rachel smiled at her sister, who smiled back at her. The red hair she had had was fading amazingly fast, her oddly pale complexion was returning to normal, she was looking better.
“Rachel.” She replied, her eyes betraying her. She was exhausted. Worry was evident in her eyes, she was not doing well. But then Rachel noticed something odd. When Peter walked up next to Olivia, she became more relaxed, her eyes went from being tired and worried, to happy and reassured, the smile was genuine. What… huh… could they be…and Olivia didn’t tell her?! She needed to test this. They walked outside, Astrid taking Walter with her ‘I’ll take him home Peter, don’t worry. We can play Monopoly. We’re due for a re-match.’ .
“So, Peter, got any plans for tonight?” Rachel asked, eying Olivia to see her response. Both to her surprise, yet not coming as a total shock, Olivia, who was standing closer than normal to Peter, tensed up. Peter must have felt it, because a smirk graced his features.
“Oh I don‘t know. I‘m pretty tired. It‘s been a really long week. I might just go home and go to bed.” Olivia blushed. Peter held in a laugh. This was getting awkward very fast, and he couldn’t help but think maybe… “ How about you Rachel? Any plans? Livia tells me you and Ella are staying here in Boston for a couple more days.” Rachel smiled.
“Yeah, we‘re planning too. Ella says she wants to make sure Auntie Olivia is one hundred percent okay before we leave.” Peter and Rachel laughed, while Olivia just chuckled, a bit embarrassed. “But I was thinking of trying to find this restaurant here in Boston that has gotten good reviews, and I hear they have a mean tiramisu, which I love. Just seeing if anyone was interested in going with me.” The air suddenly got thicker, the tension mounted. If Olivia was going to crack, it’d be now. “ And I was wondering if you were interested in going with me.”
Olivia , who had been trying to be civil, be secret, snapped. She and Peter discussed when they were going to tell everyone, but desperate times called for desperate measures right? She wasn’t jealous though. No. Nope. Not jealous. At least, that’s what she told herself when she turned, grabbed the lapels of Peter’s long jacket, and pulled him down to kiss her, hard. She put one of her hands in his hair, pushing him deeper into the kiss. Okay, so maybe kissing your boyfriend outside Harvard University, in front of your sister was not the most tactful way of announcing you had a claim on someone already, but Peter wasn’t resisting at all, so it’s not like she was molesting him or anything. Peter was , however, being evil. His right hand went to her waist, like their first kiss, and pulled her a little closer, and he…there… she blamed it on him, but now there was tongue involved. Yup, blaming Peter. She was just…possessive. She was not jealous though. No, no way. Nuh uh, nein. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, both flustered, Olivia said.
“Peter‘s um… Peter‘s going to be busy tonight. See you at home sis!” Olivia grabbed Peter’s hand, Peter shrugged and mouthed ‘Sorry.’ to Rachel, before being dragged to Olivia’s car. Rachel just watched, her laughter now showing.
Olivia’s blush returned as Peter mentioned the part where Rachel laughed as he was dragged away by his irked, embarrassed girlfriend.
“I was not jealous.” she maintained. “That um… that didn‘t prove uh…” Peter smiled softly at her this time. It wasn’t mocking, it wasn’t mean, it was a genuine , sweet smile.
“ Olivia, I do not think I’ve ever seen you stutter.” Olivia smiled back at him. Then, something evil ( and admittedly, something she was going to enjoy) , came to mind. Olivia leaned in to her boyfriend, and whispered into his ear…
“Alright babe, maybe I was jealous. But…” she bit his ear gently then kissed away the pain “ I can do things to you that‘d make you stutter all night.” She pulled back, and took her bottle of beer in her hands. Slowly, she took a drink from the bottle. She set it down and licked her lips in a truly wicked way that Peter knew was meant for him. A smirk played on his features once again. He took out a ten dollar bill, put it on the counter, and hopped off the stool he had been occupying. Two can play this game. He turned Olivia towards him , her still being on her stool. He walked closer, and stopped, standing there, her two legs on either side of him now, he leaned in and kissed her. Now this kiss was down right mean. He was teasing her, coming closer to asking permission to go further, then, just as she took the bait, pulled away. Oh he could do evil things with that mouth of his. Evil things. Especially when his hands were… oh God. Olivia made a sound that was a cross between a whimper and a moan, as Peter’s hand slid up her legs. Why did she choose the skirt today? Oh right…
Early early early that morning.
“Shit.” Olivia hissed quietly in the dark. A stirring from the bed she was currently searching the outside of made her freeze. Crap. He was awake.
“You‘re not as quiet as you think you are.” Peter whispered from the bed, loud enough for her to hear. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her through the dim light of the rising sun , streaming through the curtained windows. “What‘s wrong?”
“I can‘t find the pants I was wearing last night and I don‘t have time to go back to my place before we go to work.” Olivia explained. Peter sighed and rubbed his nose.
“Didn‘t you leave some clothes here awhile ago? That one night when we were all pouring over case files and…”
“Oh right!” Olivia smiled and quietly tiptoed to Peter’s closet. Hoping against all hope, she opened it. There were clothes there. A skirt and a blouse. Whatever. That’d work. As she slipped on the skirt, a strong pair of hands wrapped around her bare midriff, and she was once again delayed in getting dressed…
When the bartender gave them that ‘Usually I wouldn’t care, but you two are getting a bit loud and other people are here.’ look, Peter broke the kiss.
“Come on.” he whispered huskily into her ear. “Let‘s go somewhere more private, Ms. Possessive. ”
The End.