Fringeverse: Pattern Event III: I Want You
Title: I Want You
Fandom: Fringe
Paring: Astrid Farnsworth/Bellivia
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 361
A/N: I need an Astrid/Bellivia icon...
She should be concerned. She eyes the delicate fingers that touch her skin like dew drops on a misty morning, watching as they travel up her hand and suddenly flutter off as instantly as they were first there.
Astrid clears her throat and puts the tray down on the opposite counter, wondering where she put her long latex gloves when she’s... he’s behind her suddenly, blowing a hot stream of air past her ear. She tires to walk away, but a tight hand grips her shoulder and she’s anchored to the spot.
“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, my dear,” Olivia’s voice tells her. “You’ll forgive an old man and his fantasies?” He releases Astrid and she spins around to see Olivia’s face: her arched eyebrow and sly smile play with Astrid’s senses. This isn’t Olivia... but it’s still Olivia... somehow.
She leaves, quickly, forgetting the tray on the counter, spending the rest of the day writing reports in the back office, with music playing loud enough to drown out the sound of Walter laughing with his friend.
//
Her back to the door, she doesn't notice as Olivia sneaks in; she doesn't say anything as he starts his onslaught once again.
“... but... but Peter...!” she manages to get out as Olivia’s soft lips trail up the curve of Astrid’s neck.
“Yes,” Bell answers, only slightly exasperated. “Everyone is so concerned about Peter... Olivia is attracted to you, my dear, did you know that?”
“... don’t change the subject...” she says between soft moans as he pops open a few more buttons. His hands find their way under her bra, gripping a hard nipple between two fingers. Astrid doesn't stop him: she grips the table beside her as he gently twists her nipple, cupping his fingers around her breast... He pulls back suddenly as the lab door crashes closed.
“I’m sorry to have to leave you, my dear. Peter hasn’t been in the best of moods since my arrival. I doubt he’d be so pleased to see me now.”
Olivia arched an eyebrow and headed back into the lab, leaving Astrid to the mountain of paper work in the back office.
Fandom: Fringe
Paring: Astrid Farnsworth/Bellivia
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 361
A/N: I need an Astrid/Bellivia icon...
She should be concerned. She eyes the delicate fingers that touch her skin like dew drops on a misty morning, watching as they travel up her hand and suddenly flutter off as instantly as they were first there.
Astrid clears her throat and puts the tray down on the opposite counter, wondering where she put her long latex gloves when she’s... he’s behind her suddenly, blowing a hot stream of air past her ear. She tires to walk away, but a tight hand grips her shoulder and she’s anchored to the spot.
“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, my dear,” Olivia’s voice tells her. “You’ll forgive an old man and his fantasies?” He releases Astrid and she spins around to see Olivia’s face: her arched eyebrow and sly smile play with Astrid’s senses. This isn’t Olivia... but it’s still Olivia... somehow.
She leaves, quickly, forgetting the tray on the counter, spending the rest of the day writing reports in the back office, with music playing loud enough to drown out the sound of Walter laughing with his friend.
//
Her back to the door, she doesn't notice as Olivia sneaks in; she doesn't say anything as he starts his onslaught once again.
“... but... but Peter...!” she manages to get out as Olivia’s soft lips trail up the curve of Astrid’s neck.
“Yes,” Bell answers, only slightly exasperated. “Everyone is so concerned about Peter... Olivia is attracted to you, my dear, did you know that?”
“... don’t change the subject...” she says between soft moans as he pops open a few more buttons. His hands find their way under her bra, gripping a hard nipple between two fingers. Astrid doesn't stop him: she grips the table beside her as he gently twists her nipple, cupping his fingers around her breast... He pulls back suddenly as the lab door crashes closed.
“I’m sorry to have to leave you, my dear. Peter hasn’t been in the best of moods since my arrival. I doubt he’d be so pleased to see me now.”
Olivia arched an eyebrow and headed back into the lab, leaving Astrid to the mountain of paper work in the back office.