Going To Miss Over There
Title: Going To Miss Over There
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Fringe
Characters: Olivia Dunham/Alt!Charlie/Alt!Lincoln
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,367
Spoilers: Vague mid S3, sometime when Olivia is in the alternate universe
Warnings: Threesome, rimming, PWP
Disclaimer: Owned by somebody who is not me.
Notes: One of my flist wanted hot Olivia/Charlie/Lincoln porn. This happened.
Summary: The alternate universe has a few different ways to affirm life in the midst of their world unraveling.
There were a lot of things in the alternative universe that were pretty much the same as Olivia’s world. People still complained about traffic and the weather and having to go to work. They cared for their families, fell in love, and called their significant others just to say “I missed you.”
Of course, their medicine was near-miraculous, Fringe division was part of the military, and the very fabric of their reality was slowly unraveling, bringing a dozen new and freakish situations to light every day. People lived with a certain amount of healthy paranoia in a world like that. They also learned to celebrate life where and how they could.
Olivia quietly thanked her lucky stars that she had learned about the post-traumatic-raid-co-worker-orgy through office gossip and surreptitious internet searches before it came up on her watch. Because that was so far beyond her experience she really couldn’t even fathom it.
It was only once she was in the middle of it all that she really understood.
That this world was failing, and people could be snatched from each other at any time. A shift in time or space could send someone spinning off into the void, or a crack in reality could seal them in amber for all time. In this world, you did not wait, hovering on the sidelines for that one perfect situation to come along. You asked, generally most people said yes, and you clung to each other, sweaty and desperate, making a stand against the darkness.
Love was different from the affirmation of life, which was why Lincoln could still look at what he thought was his Olivia with the eyes of a worshipful puppy at work, and still peel her clothes off with the careless ease of an expert once they were off the clock.
“Frank…” Olivia had protested in a last-ditch stall effort to protect her opposite’s virtue. Charlie had only chuckled as he injected himself to keep the spiders at bay, and discarded the injector along with the rest of his clothes.
“Wish he was here, Liv,” he murmured, climbing on the bed behind her, still running hot from their mad dash away from the explosion just an hour earlier. “He’s got the best damn hands.”
Virtue, it seemed, was very relative over here.
So was morality, as Lincoln grinned at Olivia from his position much further down on the bed. Olivia swallowed her protest as he ran his hands, skin still very slightly pink and shiny with the recently-healed burns, up her thighs, parting them with gentle pressure. His mouth was on her before she could even gasp, his lips and tongue knowing exactly what to do to get her off.
Fuck, how long had they been doing this?
Long enough that Charlie knew about the sensitive spot above Olivia’s hip, and knew enough that stroking there with his thumbs made her buck her hips to meet Lincoln’s clever mouth. Charlie kept that up while murmuring half-heard filthy flattery in her ear, his mouth trailing up and down her neck in between words.
“So good, Liv. Fucking gorgeous just seeing you like this. Love watching you let go, you’re always so beautiful.”
Christ. She was never going to be able to look her Charlie’s wife in the eye again. Ever. His voice rumbling in her ear was doing something for her, and Lincoln easily matched her pace as she got more frantic.
Charlie dropped one hand from her hip to slide along her thigh, and then into Lincoln’s hair, gripping at the short strands roughly. Whenever he tugged, Lincoln’s tongue seemed to go into overdrive, and Olivia arched back, gripping Charlie’s hair with one desperate hand as she came hard, a strangled cry spilling from her throat.
Lincoln pulled back with a gasp as Charlie lifted her up and slid her down on his erection, sending her straight from one orgasm to the next. Olivia couldn’t even gasp as thrust into her, never letting her down from her high, pushing her to another hard peak before he let her rest, still hard within her.
Olivia silently blessed the medicine of this world, the contraceptive implants all adults were given until children were wanted, that kept the medical risks of something like this to a bare minimum. Because Charlie felt hard and amazing within her, and Lincoln was just getting his breath back, and having to stop and analyze risk wasn’t something Olivia was feeling up to right now.
She reached out and pulled Lincoln to her, all lanky bones and lean muscle, only to feel him eel out of her grasp to put that clever mouth of his to work on her breasts, encircling her chest with his arms to hold her tight. Charlie just sighed in what sounded like contentment, reaching around her to pet down Lincoln’s side and head. Olivia joined his caresses, her breath hitching when she gave Lincoln’s ass a friendly squeeze and Charlie twitched hard within her at the sight.
Lincoln moaned into the softness of her chest and pulled away, looking up at her with anticipation.
“Liv, yeah?” he asked.
She didn’t know what he was asking for, but nodded anyway, her bangs tickling her forehead. She felt high, drunk on sensation, the adrenaline of their narrow escape singing in chorus with the endorphins released from her orgasms, driving her to want more, and more, and more. And not just to want it, but to want to give it. To give as much as she’d received.
Lincoln turned over, on his hands and knees, his ass high up in the air. Charlie let her down, still deep inside her, so she could see Lincoln’s puckered opening, flexing and twitching in anticipation. Part of Olivia shuddered in uncertainty, but the rest was shouting in curiosity. She dipped to run the flat of her tongue over the crinkled skin, and Lincoln let out a breathy, broken moan that had to have been the sexiest damn thing she’d ever heard.
“Oh fuck, Lincoln,” Charlie whispered, his sudden excitement translating to shallow thrusts inside Olivia. She was gently pushed into long, wet strokes over and over Lincoln’s skin, the musty taste slowly being replaced by a faint iron tang as her tongue probed at the slowly-relaxing opening. When the tip of her tongue pushed in the tiniest bit, Lincoln pushed back but quickly caught himself when Charlie smacked him on the side.
“Don’t be a dick,” Charlie warned. Lincoln shuddered all over and shook his head in agreement. Olivia felt the inexplicable urge to giggle, and only Charlie’s increasing pace let her parse her mirth into short gasps of carnal pleasure. Olivia brought one hand back to slide down Charlie’s thigh, feeling the scar from the arachnid monster that’d bitten him some years back. He froze at her touch, and she trailed a single fingernail down the knotted and puckered flesh before returning to Lincoln.
Growling, Charlie’s thrusts became faster, and Olivia teased and licked the delicate rim of Lincoln’s ass, amazed at the variety of noises she could get out of him.
“Oh Liv, Liv, fuck Liv, fucking hell Liv!” Lincoln tensed under her mouth and came hard, his groan just the goad Charlie needed to spark his own orgasm. Olivia was shocked at herself as her body gave it up again, riding out Charlie’s pleasure and reveling in Lincoln’s release at her touch.
They were tangled together for long, long moments recovering, sharing body heat and slacking off the last of their adrenaline high. But a reluctant sense of duty made Lincoln stir, though he courteously offered Olivia the shower first. She smiled in appreciation, but waved for Lincoln to go. His new skin was too sensitive to stay sticky for long.
Charlie levered himself up to find something for them all to drink, leaving Olivia alone for a few moments. She stared at the ceiling, feeling slightly achy and utterly sated. She wanted to return to her own world so badly she thought sometimes it would drive her insane. But she had to admit, this was one of the things she was really going to miss about this place.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Fringe
Characters: Olivia Dunham/Alt!Charlie/Alt!Lincoln
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,367
Spoilers: Vague mid S3, sometime when Olivia is in the alternate universe
Warnings: Threesome, rimming, PWP
Disclaimer: Owned by somebody who is not me.
Notes: One of my flist wanted hot Olivia/Charlie/Lincoln porn. This happened.
Summary: The alternate universe has a few different ways to affirm life in the midst of their world unraveling.
There were a lot of things in the alternative universe that were pretty much the same as Olivia’s world. People still complained about traffic and the weather and having to go to work. They cared for their families, fell in love, and called their significant others just to say “I missed you.”
Of course, their medicine was near-miraculous, Fringe division was part of the military, and the very fabric of their reality was slowly unraveling, bringing a dozen new and freakish situations to light every day. People lived with a certain amount of healthy paranoia in a world like that. They also learned to celebrate life where and how they could.
Olivia quietly thanked her lucky stars that she had learned about the post-traumatic-raid-co-worker-orgy through office gossip and surreptitious internet searches before it came up on her watch. Because that was so far beyond her experience she really couldn’t even fathom it.
It was only once she was in the middle of it all that she really understood.
That this world was failing, and people could be snatched from each other at any time. A shift in time or space could send someone spinning off into the void, or a crack in reality could seal them in amber for all time. In this world, you did not wait, hovering on the sidelines for that one perfect situation to come along. You asked, generally most people said yes, and you clung to each other, sweaty and desperate, making a stand against the darkness.
Love was different from the affirmation of life, which was why Lincoln could still look at what he thought was his Olivia with the eyes of a worshipful puppy at work, and still peel her clothes off with the careless ease of an expert once they were off the clock.
“Frank…” Olivia had protested in a last-ditch stall effort to protect her opposite’s virtue. Charlie had only chuckled as he injected himself to keep the spiders at bay, and discarded the injector along with the rest of his clothes.
“Wish he was here, Liv,” he murmured, climbing on the bed behind her, still running hot from their mad dash away from the explosion just an hour earlier. “He’s got the best damn hands.”
Virtue, it seemed, was very relative over here.
So was morality, as Lincoln grinned at Olivia from his position much further down on the bed. Olivia swallowed her protest as he ran his hands, skin still very slightly pink and shiny with the recently-healed burns, up her thighs, parting them with gentle pressure. His mouth was on her before she could even gasp, his lips and tongue knowing exactly what to do to get her off.
Fuck, how long had they been doing this?
Long enough that Charlie knew about the sensitive spot above Olivia’s hip, and knew enough that stroking there with his thumbs made her buck her hips to meet Lincoln’s clever mouth. Charlie kept that up while murmuring half-heard filthy flattery in her ear, his mouth trailing up and down her neck in between words.
“So good, Liv. Fucking gorgeous just seeing you like this. Love watching you let go, you’re always so beautiful.”
Christ. She was never going to be able to look her Charlie’s wife in the eye again. Ever. His voice rumbling in her ear was doing something for her, and Lincoln easily matched her pace as she got more frantic.
Charlie dropped one hand from her hip to slide along her thigh, and then into Lincoln’s hair, gripping at the short strands roughly. Whenever he tugged, Lincoln’s tongue seemed to go into overdrive, and Olivia arched back, gripping Charlie’s hair with one desperate hand as she came hard, a strangled cry spilling from her throat.
Lincoln pulled back with a gasp as Charlie lifted her up and slid her down on his erection, sending her straight from one orgasm to the next. Olivia couldn’t even gasp as thrust into her, never letting her down from her high, pushing her to another hard peak before he let her rest, still hard within her.
Olivia silently blessed the medicine of this world, the contraceptive implants all adults were given until children were wanted, that kept the medical risks of something like this to a bare minimum. Because Charlie felt hard and amazing within her, and Lincoln was just getting his breath back, and having to stop and analyze risk wasn’t something Olivia was feeling up to right now.
She reached out and pulled Lincoln to her, all lanky bones and lean muscle, only to feel him eel out of her grasp to put that clever mouth of his to work on her breasts, encircling her chest with his arms to hold her tight. Charlie just sighed in what sounded like contentment, reaching around her to pet down Lincoln’s side and head. Olivia joined his caresses, her breath hitching when she gave Lincoln’s ass a friendly squeeze and Charlie twitched hard within her at the sight.
Lincoln moaned into the softness of her chest and pulled away, looking up at her with anticipation.
“Liv, yeah?” he asked.
She didn’t know what he was asking for, but nodded anyway, her bangs tickling her forehead. She felt high, drunk on sensation, the adrenaline of their narrow escape singing in chorus with the endorphins released from her orgasms, driving her to want more, and more, and more. And not just to want it, but to want to give it. To give as much as she’d received.
Lincoln turned over, on his hands and knees, his ass high up in the air. Charlie let her down, still deep inside her, so she could see Lincoln’s puckered opening, flexing and twitching in anticipation. Part of Olivia shuddered in uncertainty, but the rest was shouting in curiosity. She dipped to run the flat of her tongue over the crinkled skin, and Lincoln let out a breathy, broken moan that had to have been the sexiest damn thing she’d ever heard.
“Oh fuck, Lincoln,” Charlie whispered, his sudden excitement translating to shallow thrusts inside Olivia. She was gently pushed into long, wet strokes over and over Lincoln’s skin, the musty taste slowly being replaced by a faint iron tang as her tongue probed at the slowly-relaxing opening. When the tip of her tongue pushed in the tiniest bit, Lincoln pushed back but quickly caught himself when Charlie smacked him on the side.
“Don’t be a dick,” Charlie warned. Lincoln shuddered all over and shook his head in agreement. Olivia felt the inexplicable urge to giggle, and only Charlie’s increasing pace let her parse her mirth into short gasps of carnal pleasure. Olivia brought one hand back to slide down Charlie’s thigh, feeling the scar from the arachnid monster that’d bitten him some years back. He froze at her touch, and she trailed a single fingernail down the knotted and puckered flesh before returning to Lincoln.
Growling, Charlie’s thrusts became faster, and Olivia teased and licked the delicate rim of Lincoln’s ass, amazed at the variety of noises she could get out of him.
“Oh Liv, Liv, fuck Liv, fucking hell Liv!” Lincoln tensed under her mouth and came hard, his groan just the goad Charlie needed to spark his own orgasm. Olivia was shocked at herself as her body gave it up again, riding out Charlie’s pleasure and reveling in Lincoln’s release at her touch.
They were tangled together for long, long moments recovering, sharing body heat and slacking off the last of their adrenaline high. But a reluctant sense of duty made Lincoln stir, though he courteously offered Olivia the shower first. She smiled in appreciation, but waved for Lincoln to go. His new skin was too sensitive to stay sticky for long.
Charlie levered himself up to find something for them all to drink, leaving Olivia alone for a few moments. She stared at the ceiling, feeling slightly achy and utterly sated. She wanted to return to her own world so badly she thought sometimes it would drive her insane. But she had to admit, this was one of the things she was really going to miss about this place.