ficlet: Here with Me
Title: Here with Me
Author: oparu
Rating: PG-13 (smut implied)
Pairing: Olivia Dunham/Peter Bishop
Spoilers: Season Two, episode 15 "Jacksonville"
Notes: for grav_ity because she's awesome and enabling
She doesn't believe in fate. Star-crossed lovers are not part of her universe and she's never fallen into those kinds of romantic fantasies. Olivia's always been rational, calm and collected. She's an FBI agent.
Though, tonight she worried about her hair. She smiled at herself in the mirror and she was afraid while she waited for Peter. What was she afraid of? Olivia swirls the little plastic stick in her glass and lets Peter order another round. She couldn't be afraid of him. Peter, the genius in his soft blue sweater. The man who lived in the most dangerous part of the world, slipped from darkness to darkness but can be so sweet with his father.
How could she be afraid of him?
But she was. She was and now, she can't chase the glimmer away. No matter how many vodka martinis she drinks or how many times Peter makes her laugh, he's still glimmering, shining because he's from another world.
They finish the kiss in the parking lot. He starts it gentle but she pushes him up against the car. Her jacket sighs against his, leather on synthetic and the pocket of his jeans makes a sound against the paint of the car. His lips are warm, friendly and welcoming and with her eyes closed he's just Peter.
With her eyes open, she can't help being sad. Two Walters. Two Astrids. Two William Bells. Two of her sister, of Broyles, of her... and one Peter Bishop. How can the universe be that unbalanced? How can life be that unfair? Not to her, she has Peter sitting next to her as they drive to her house.
When she kisses him on the way in, she's kissing him for that other her. The Olivia who will never know what it's like to lose herself in Peter's eyes. She tugs the sweater off his head, guiding him up the steps. He doesn't seem to mind her being a little forward and they joked about dodging Walter at his house. Hers is empty and it would be a shame not to waste it.
They trade apologies. She rarely finds time to shave her legs. He didn't bring a condom. She's ready for that. FBI maternity leave is good, but she has no desire to try it out just yet. His hands are quick and sure on her jeans, and they're off, tossed at the foot of her bed. Peter finds her lips, kissing deeper and making her wish she'd let him finish back in the lab. Fate of the world be damned.
She runs hands down his chest, then around his back, tracing skin she's only fantasised about. He's nearly seen her naked but his proud smile when he takes off her bra with his teeth, makes her laugh. Olivia loves laughing with him. She's free of being anything more than she is and he's saved her just as much as she's saved him.
Peter flips her up, settling her on top because, as he grins, he's always admired JFK. His hands are hot and just rough enough on her breasts. Olivia leans down, pushing her hair aside so it won't tickle him. She kisses him because she can, because she can't in that other world; mostly because she wants to. He's here and more than anything else in two universes, that's what she wants.
Author: oparu
Rating: PG-13 (smut implied)
Pairing: Olivia Dunham/Peter Bishop
Spoilers: Season Two, episode 15 "Jacksonville"
Notes: for grav_ity because she's awesome and enabling
She doesn't believe in fate. Star-crossed lovers are not part of her universe and she's never fallen into those kinds of romantic fantasies. Olivia's always been rational, calm and collected. She's an FBI agent.
Though, tonight she worried about her hair. She smiled at herself in the mirror and she was afraid while she waited for Peter. What was she afraid of? Olivia swirls the little plastic stick in her glass and lets Peter order another round. She couldn't be afraid of him. Peter, the genius in his soft blue sweater. The man who lived in the most dangerous part of the world, slipped from darkness to darkness but can be so sweet with his father.
How could she be afraid of him?
But she was. She was and now, she can't chase the glimmer away. No matter how many vodka martinis she drinks or how many times Peter makes her laugh, he's still glimmering, shining because he's from another world.
They finish the kiss in the parking lot. He starts it gentle but she pushes him up against the car. Her jacket sighs against his, leather on synthetic and the pocket of his jeans makes a sound against the paint of the car. His lips are warm, friendly and welcoming and with her eyes closed he's just Peter.
With her eyes open, she can't help being sad. Two Walters. Two Astrids. Two William Bells. Two of her sister, of Broyles, of her... and one Peter Bishop. How can the universe be that unbalanced? How can life be that unfair? Not to her, she has Peter sitting next to her as they drive to her house.
When she kisses him on the way in, she's kissing him for that other her. The Olivia who will never know what it's like to lose herself in Peter's eyes. She tugs the sweater off his head, guiding him up the steps. He doesn't seem to mind her being a little forward and they joked about dodging Walter at his house. Hers is empty and it would be a shame not to waste it.
They trade apologies. She rarely finds time to shave her legs. He didn't bring a condom. She's ready for that. FBI maternity leave is good, but she has no desire to try it out just yet. His hands are quick and sure on her jeans, and they're off, tossed at the foot of her bed. Peter finds her lips, kissing deeper and making her wish she'd let him finish back in the lab. Fate of the world be damned.
She runs hands down his chest, then around his back, tracing skin she's only fantasised about. He's nearly seen her naked but his proud smile when he takes off her bra with his teeth, makes her laugh. Olivia loves laughing with him. She's free of being anything more than she is and he's saved her just as much as she's saved him.
Peter flips her up, settling her on top because, as he grins, he's always admired JFK. His hands are hot and just rough enough on her breasts. Olivia leans down, pushing her hair aside so it won't tickle him. She kisses him because she can, because she can't in that other world; mostly because she wants to. He's here and more than anything else in two universes, that's what she wants.