The Tank ( Fringe, R)

Jan 23, 2011 03:39

Title: The Tank.
Rating: R ( this has smut)
Spoilers: S3, including 'The Firefly'.
Characters/Pairings: Peter, Olivia, Walter, Astrid, Peter/Olivia.
Summary: It had started out a normal day, but ended quite interestingly.
Warnings: Smut.
Disclaimers: I do not own. You guys know this. I shall , sadly, never own these characters or this show.
A/N: This is a request for my friend Ambre, who wanted something involving the tank.



It had been a month since Peter had been shot, and had his seizure. But it seemed that no matter how much time passed, how much further they got from what had happened with … her, one thing didn’t change.

The tension between Peter and Olivia, the unresolved, lingering sexual tension with a hint of frustration towards each other was now so thick you could cut it with a knife. Walter had even made a remark one fine day when Peter and Olivia were both in the Lab, which resulted in Astrid hissing at him and giving him an admonishing look. You could actually feel the tension increase even more after that.

She had been ignoring him, and he was ignoring her. The tension was building inside them and a damn was going to break soon enough, it was just a matter of when.

As it were, the day came when Walter decided to try and improve the tank. The doors were open and he was taking measurements, deciding what should stay and what should go. He wanted to simplify the process, but it would take some time. It had taken him awhile to design the first one, if he were to make adjustments, they should be perfect after all. It was getting late, and Walter was getting tired. They all decided that they should probably leave when Peter pulled Astrid aside.

“Astrid, could you take Walter home? There are some things I need to take care of here.” Astrid looked at the man she thought of like a brother, the expression he held, and she immediately understood.

“Of course Peter. See you tomorrow.” she smiled and turned away, walking towards her boss and guiding him out of the lab.

Olivia had heard Peter talking to Astrid, and she knew what was about to happen, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she was ready to have the conversation…or fight rather, that they were going to have. She packed up her things slowly, an undeniable anticipation , and dare she say it, excitement, bubbling inside her. He knew she knew, and she knew he knew she knew.

So when she heard him walking up next to her, she stayed herself, preparing for the flood of angry words that were about to happen.

“Olivia…” he was close. Right behind her, couldn’t have been more than a foot away.

“Yes Peter?” she asked, pretending the adjust things in her bag.

“Olivia look at me.” Olivia stood up and turned around. She was right, when she turned she was face to face with him.

“What is it Peter?” she saw a darkness swirling in his eyes she had never seen before. Darker then anything, darker then when he was fighting someone, darker then when he got infected…no this was something new, something different. Something that sent goose bumps up her arms.

“We need to talk.” he said simply, not taking his eyes off her.

“We’ve talked about…”

“No.” he said, walking towards her. She took a step back, weary of the tank behind her. “No see we haven’t talked about it, you’ve gotten angry with me, understandably, I’ve tried to start it up, but you’ve been blowing me off but now, now we are going to talk about this, about us.”

“There is no us Peter.” Olivia replied, feeling her body heat up and her anger rise. He kept walking towards her until she felt her lower back hit the edge of the tank. When she moved her hands behind her to steady herself, she had no luck, it was open, she almost slipped and fell in. She tried to get further away, but there was no luck.

“See that’s the problem I am having here.” Peter’s eyes were almost black now, and Olivia couldn’t help but gulp. She was stuck now. The only way to escape was to make a run for it, but she knew his reflexes were fast, she wouldn’t make it before he grabbed her and… ‘Had his way with you. Admit it, that’s what you want.’ her mind teased in the back of her head. “Because whether you like it or not, there is an us Olivia.” Both of his hands were on either side of her , on the rim of the tank, sufficiently trapping her. Her breath hitched in her throat.

“You’re imagining things Peter, I think those meds Walter has you on to prevent seizures is getting to your head.” she paused, looking in his eyes “ There is no us. Not anymore. Not after what happened.” she was steeling up. She wasn’t going to let him get to her. He leaned in closer, and Olivia felt her knees start to weaken. What she saw in his eyes was new. It was dangerous. It was… thrilling.

“I like to think positively.” he replied, his left hand running down her arm. She couldn’t hold back the shiver. This was all too much. His face was close to her now, and she had to admit, being a few inches off the ground, and almost level height with him in her flat’s , on the step, made this all the more unbearable. “You say you aren’t in love with me anymore…”

“I never said that.” it was out of her mouth before she could stop it and she blushed. That insufferable smirk appeared on his lips. She just wanted to wipe that smirk right off of his face that little… she gasped. Some how without her knowing, his right hand had slipped under her shirt. She set her feet on the ground as hard as she could, she needed to stabilize herself or she was going to fall.

“So you admit you’re still in love with me?” he asked, his head dipping in by her neck. Olivia bit her bottom lip to keep in the moan that was threatening to escape.

“You are such an arrogant bastard.” she whispered. He chuckled and she felt his hot breath against the skin of her neck, making her face flush. “How would you have felt if you were in my spot in this Peter?” she asked her breath hitching every two words as his head lingered by her ear his lips just a centimeter away. “How… what if I had slept with her fiancé huh? What if I had just ignored the hallucination of you and gotten a little wild with the guy? He was hot too. A blonde. Great physique and…” as Peter felt the anger boil inside him he pressed her closer to the tank, making her gasp. “ I think you get it then.” Olivia smirked this time, enjoying the game they seemed to be playing. This wasn’t entirely going great, but she wouldn’t lie, she didn’t mind their current position.

“Tell me, honestly, was jealousy part of what you said to me in Barrett’s garden? Were you really just upset with me, or were you also upset with the fact that there were things you didn’t experience with me?”

“Are you trying to piss me off enough to kill you Bishop?” Olivia growled, fire in her eyes, anger evident. Her hands grabbed his sides, hard, her nails digging into him through his shirt. He hissed, biting her neck in retaliation. Olivia let out a little screech of pain and resisting the urge to knee him in the groin. “Fuck Peter what the hell?!” she yelled at him, her eyes glaring and angry. “Shit , I think you drew blood. What the fuck are you a vampire? You’re certainly cold enough to be one.” Why was she edging him on like this? She knew if she bit, he’d bite back ( both figuratively and literally).

“Oh, I’m sorry baby, let me kiss it better.” he snapped, pushing at her harder, forcing her higher up the side of the tank. Olivia grunted.

“Don’t. Call. Me. Baby.” she hissed. “You really are insufferable, I don’t understand what I ever sa… oh God!” Olivia let go of his sides and gripped the edge of the opening of the tank, where she was currently sitting in a rather awkward position, as his mouth attached itself to the spot on her neck where he had bitten her. Her head involuntarily rolled to the side to give him better access. One of her hands went to grab his shoulder and the other yanked him closer to her. She pulled his head away, gripping him by the hair with the hand that wasn’t gripping his shoulder, and crashed her lips on his. Both of their lips would be bruised after this, there would be scratches, and red marks, and she was sure Astrid and Walter would wonder, but for the moment she didn’t care. Peter growled into the kiss and pulled her to him, his hands grabbing her by the hips. After a minute she pulled his head away and was pleased by his flushed face, and the unmistakable lust that was filling his eyes.

“Don’t want to be with me huh?” he said, one of his hands hovering over the buttons of her top, waiting.

“ I can change my mind.” she reminded him, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm, looking at him with a look that made his knees weak.

“Oh God…” he whispered, letting his eyes close. She put his hand on her cheek and looked at him, her expression that of amusement and , he was relieved to see, love. He leaned in and kissed her, the hand not supporting Olivia, playing with the button on her dress pants. He got them loose, and was about to go for the zipper when they heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall outside, two sets, one calm but determined, the other, a pair of heels, frantic and rushing. When they heard the unmistakable sound of Astrid calling for Walter to stop, they started. Olivia held in a shriek as she fell backwards into the tank. “Shit! Olivia I’m sorry!” Peter looked at her, frantic.

“Just. Get. In. Here.” she hissed.

“What?”

“Get in here, we need to hide!” Peter rushed, quietly as he could and got in the tank, they both peeked above the rim at the door. The door knob turned, they held their breath, and then heard Astrid saying.

“Walter we can get the game in the morning, we don’t need it now. I’ll just pick up the Monopoly set I have at my house.” The door knob stopped, and they heard the sound of them retreating. They let out a breath neither of them knew they were holding. They looked at each other and laughed.

“ I can’t believe we almost just got caught having sex on the tank.” Peter said, amused. Olivia laughed again. He looked down at the bottom half of his outfit and shook his head. “I’m soaked.” he looked at Olivia. “And so are you it seems.” Olivia quirked an eyebrow. “I can see through your shirt.” Olivia rolled her eyes at him and he laughed.

“You’re an ass.” she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. “Thankfully on you it‘s a turn on.” she whispered before tugging at his shirt and kissing him. He grabbed her shirt and yanked it off, sending buttons flying. “Ass.” she muttered through the kiss. “That was one of my best shirts.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Peter replied, smirking. He got the zipper of her pants down, and the clasp of her bra off, and before he knew it, he was standing in front of a naked woman. She was different from…her… he couldn’t explain it exactly, but she looked different. His hands explored her body, eliciting the most wonderful sounds he had ever heard. His mouth soon followed the trail he painted and new sounds were added to a new list in his head titled ‘The Best Sounds in Existence’. Olivia sucked in a breath when he dipped below, and she grabbed his hair, trying not to scream when he started using his tongue.

“Jesus Christ Peter!” she called out gripping the sides of the corner of the tank she was backed up against. She couldn’t help rolling her hips against him, her breath catching in her throat as she got closer. “This… this…is…crazy.” she panted. She grabbed his head and yanked him up to her, crashing her lips against his. “You have too many clothes.” she growled, grabbing at his shirt and yanking it over his head. She made quick work of his pants and she couldn’t tell when , but his shoes had disappeared at some point as well. She ran her hands up his chest, looking at him intently, before the ever nagging thought entered her head. ’She can’t have him. She can never have him.’ she thought, not noticing that her nails were now scraping at his skin. He made a sound like he was both in pain, but enjoying it at the same time. ’He’s mine. I don’t care if we’re from different universes. He belongs here with me. He’s mine.’ She growled and yanked his head down to hers again, and as their tongues dueled, she felt her knees give away. Wanting to stay with her, Peter went down with her. They splashed into the water , never detaching. Somewhere in her mind it was registering that she was on her knees, in two and half feet of Epsom salt water, straddling a man ( she had pushed him up against the back of the tank at some point.) whose tongue was down her throat, completely naked, and so close to the release she was waiting for . Despite the craziness of the situation, she didn’t want to stop. The point was he was there, with her. Not with the other her, with her, Olivia Dunham , FBI. Her hands wandered to his back, nails scraping against it. He’d have marks. She didn’t care. She was marking her territory. ‘Mine.’ she thought, as she was positioning herself on top of him. ‘Mine.’ she came down on him, gasping as she took him in, this new sensation overwhelming her. ‘Mine.’ They found a rhythm , fast and hard, years of pent up tension and a hint of anger fueling them.

“Mine!” she growled out loud as she felt the climax coming. The water splashed around them, unable to cool the heat they were feeling.

“What…what’s that ?” Peter tried to say, but failed. Olivia looked at him, and he saw something in her he hadn’t seen before. Something primal. Something raw. Olivia pushed harder, her hips rolling and her eyes turning black. Her hair was wet and dripping over his face, and she had never looked so beautiful. Olivia leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth. They came together, screaming each other’s name’s ( how they were going to explain that if anyone heard them they had no idea).

“ I said.” Olivia replied, as she found her voice again. “You. Are. Mine. And no one else’s. Got that Bishop?”

“Understood Dunham.” he pushed himself up in the water, and blinked as he took in their surroundings once again. “We just had sex in the Tank…”

“Yes we did.”

“This is new.”

“Yes, yes it was.” Olivia admitted, getting up , her legs still a little shaky. She offered Peter a hand and they both got out of the tank. “Hmm. We have a predicament.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“I have no shirt.” she looked at her shirt, the buttons had been torn clean off. “ I could just take yours and you can wear your peat coat home. Sound good?” she had an evil grin on her face.

“That’s my favorite shirt.” he said.

“I know.” She picked up the shirt and slid it slowly over her head and through her arms, smirking at him as he watched. When they had dressed ( sort of), she walked up to him, pulled him down by the lapel of his coat, and kissed him. “Until tomorrow Bishop.” she whispered, and walked out of the lab. He followed shortly, trying not to look phased.

The next day Olivia had arrived in a suit, but Peter caught a glimpse of his shirt under the vest she had on. He raised an eyebrow at her and smiled when the most devious of smirks appeared on her lips. All was calm that day until Walter fished something out of the tank and looked at it curiously.

“What do you have there Walter?” Astrid asked curiously.

“A button.”

The End.

olivia dunham, peter bishop, fanfiction, smut, fringe, p/o

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