Not So Weird

TITLE: Not So Weird

AUTHOR: MidKnight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Fringe

SHIP: Olivia / Peter

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: None that I know of.

UNIVERSE: After a little nudge from Peter, Olivia gives in to her inner desires and finds that she might like to see if there might be something between them other than their professional relationship.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fringe. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Olivia drew her legs up onto the sofa as she sipped at a glass of red wine and flipped through the channels on her television. She had got in quite late and the shower had felt like heaven after another long day of trying to navigate the intricacies of The Pattern and trying to unravel all its players. She had slipped into a pair of loose pajama pants and a cotton camisole, ready for bed, but sleep proved to be illusive, so she decided to watch television instead, she just couldn’t find anything that captured her interest. B grade movies had never quite been the same since she started working at Fringe Division. She idly wondered what Peter was up to, wondering if she might not give him a call and they could meet somewhere for a couple of drinks to take the edge off with some company. “Most likely sound asleep by now.” She decided looking at the time and discarding the idea.

She briefly considered the younger Bishop. Peter had, in the end, surprised her and he had proved her first impression of him quite wrong. He wasn’t quite the self-centered mercenary she had pegged him for. She flicked the television off and drained the last of her wine, deciding to try a book instead, when the doorbell rang.

"Hi. Sorry, it's so late. Hope I didn't wake you." Peter greeted her as she opened the door after looking through the peephole, somehow not surprised at the coincidence of having just been thinking of him. "No, not at all.” Olivia replied, wondering what brought him to her door, yet glad that he was. "Can I come in?" he asked, stepping closer to her, but not crossing the threshold. She could smell whiskey on his breath, but his eyes were clear and focused as they looked into hers. "Sure. Is everything okay?" she asked as she ushered him into her apartment. "Yes… Everything and okay being relative that is." He quipped in answer with a grin, making her nod in agreement as she shut the door and he shrugged out of his jacket, leaving him in a dark t-shirt and jeans.

"What brings you to my door at this time of night? What has Walter done this time?" she enquired as she followed him into her living room. He tossed his jacket onto the sofa and turned to face her. "No… It's nothing like that, Olivia. I’ve been thinking, lately… And… The reason I'm here is… Is that… well…" he tried to explain, but his voice petered into silence, frowning and looking awkward and nervous in a way she had never seen him act before. "What is it Peter? You can tell me." she encouraged him as she stepped close and put a reassuring hand on the curves of his shoulder. He felt solid and warm under her hand.

His eyes flicked from her face to her hand and then back again before his chest swelled as he took a deep breath. "Now this is going to sound a little out there, a little weird." He warned her and she couldn't stop her eyebrow from quirking considering his warning in relation to what they had been dealing with on a daily basis over the last few months. "Exactly." He agreed with a slight smile curving the edges of his lips despite his obvious nervousness. "Okay. Spit it out." She urged him to continue, her curiosity now more than a little piqued by his words and odd behavior.

He sighed and his tongued peeked out to wet his lips. "The reason I'm here is… is…" he repeated, but again stalled as he didn't seem to be able to find the words he was looking for. "Oh hell with it!" he said suddenly, his voice loud in the silence that had so quickly sprung up between them. One of his strong arms curled around her waist and pulled her against him as his hand cupped the back of her head and before she could react, his lips were pressed to hers. Her body stiffened and her eyes went wide with shock and surprise at the sudden feel of his hard body and insistent lips against hers. Her hand tightened on his shoulder, but she found she didn't want push him away.

The tension seeped from her as she relaxed, leaning into him and tilted her head to let him deepen the kiss. His lips were soft and firm at the same time and his body radiated delicious warmth into hers. She felt her eyelids flutter and heard a soft, breathy sigh, and with surprise, realized it had come from her as she opened her mouth to the gentle probing of his tongue against her teeth. His fingers wormed into her hair as he tightened his embrace and her arms slid around him to cement it even further.

Peter’s hand slipped from her hip to cup and fondle her ass and she shifted her stance to grind herself against his denim-covered thigh. Olivia groaned into his mouth as she felt her sex flex and rub against itself before twisting to squeeze out a slick deluge of grease. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples stiffening to press and scrape against him with hot sparks of sensation that added to the sweet, growing tension of arousal she cold feel coming to life at her core. His arousal was also unmistakably evident as it pressed hard, hot and throbbing through their clothes and against her taut belly.

His stubble tickled her chin. Their lips wrestled and their tongues dueled, the taste of the whiskey in his mouth mingling with the wine in hers as they kissed hungrily, passionately. She followed his lips without conscious thought when he tried to pull back, only stopping when his fingers tightened in her long, blonde hair. His chest heaved against her as their faces barely parted, His hot breath tickled her lips and she licked them unconsciously as they stared at each other, both of them searching for the right thing to say. “That’s the reason I came here, Olivia.” He told her simply, his voice low, but earnest. His hand had stilled, but still held a firm, warm grasp on one of her ass cheeks and she realized she was still rocking slightly, slowly against his thigh. She blinked, taking in a deep breath and then exhaling it slowly.

Her mind was in turmoil. Peter Bishop has just kissed her and she’d kissed him back. There was so much wrong with this situation it was almost unfathomable, but yet, all she wanted was to have him kiss her again and she didn’t want him to stop at kissing either. Her body was alive with desire in a way she had thought lost with the betrayal of her former partner and lover. It was as close to insanity as she could get, but her life, of late, had been all about running that fine, ragged line between real and the unreal. It was more and more all about taking leaps of faith, so why couldn’t she leap about this? This was something, she realized, she wanted despite the consequences and complications. She had always thought Peter was ruggedly handsome, but he was also smart and intuitive. She had felt some attraction to him, a connection between them, but had simply dismissed it as a close working relationship, certain that she wasn’t his type in any case. “Well score one for my investigative instincts.” She thought sarcastically.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, feeling his strong fingers shift through her hair as she did. “We’re… We’re at about the limit of my planning here. I had assumed I’d be smarting from a slap, if not worse by this point.” He admitted. “I just wanted to let you know how I felt. I guess we have to talk. Try to figure out where we stand.” He proposed after a short pause. “Yes… Talking would be good. Talking would be safe. Talking would be responsible.” She thought as her hands slid down his back.

“Or… Or we could just see where this goes.” Olivia countered as she grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt at either side of his waist and pulled it out of his jeans and up along his sides. It took him a moment to untangle his hand from her hair to raise his arms and allow her to pull his t-shirt off and toss it aside. She kept her eyes locked to his, Her light ones searching his darker ones, once the t-shirt had cleared them. It would take one word from him to break the spell; a single seed of doubt would be enough for her conscience to overrule the animal need she now found herself operating under. Was there a future in this? She didn’t know, but at least there would be tonight. Her teeth worried lightly at her lower lip as she ran her hand down his chest, letting her short fingernails lightly test his skin and the hard plains of muscle underneath. The coarse hair on his chest tickled her fingertips when his chest shuddered under her hand as it moved lower.

His hand started to knead her buttocks once more and she shifted back in his grasp to create a little separation between them as she reached for his belt. “That’s another way to go.” He whispered, his voice rough before he lowered his head to hers and they shared a sucking, lapping, nipping series of explorative kisses. While, she blindly worked at his belt, he managed to get his hand under the waistband of her pants and white cotton panties to grasp her butt directly while the other stroked up and down the smooth skin of her back under her camisole. She moaned breathily against his lips as his touch left tingling trails on her skin and her sex grew wetter and more open in response.

A sigh slipped from his lips as she finally freed his belt and then undid his jeans to relieve the pressure on his bulging erection. The sigh became a rumbling groan and his fingers flexed against her skin as she slid her hand into his boxers and caressed his hot, throbbing silky length, and quite a length it was. She could see the flame of desire flare in his eyes and it heated her skin in return. Olivia licked her lips and keeping a light grasp on his erection she turned, reluctantly extricating herself from his embrace before gently leading him to her bedroom. His hands found her hips just as they reached the doorway and she had to release him as he forcefully turned her.

She moaned as his lips found hers with frenzied passion, his body pressing hard against hers, pinning her to the doorframe. She could see her bed, only a few steps away, inviting with the promise of more, but he felt so good she couldn’t quite bring herself to stop him. She was breathing hard, unable to stop from undulating her hips and grinding against him as he rocked against her. Peter’s hands found the hem of her camisole and she followed his lips as he leaned back, freeing up enough space for him to draw it up along her body. His lips sucked at hers as he pulled back further and finally broke the kiss. She raised her arms from around his neck where her fingers had been kneading the firm muscles of his shoulders to allow him to drag the garment free, her long hair falling back in a blonde cascade that obscured her vision. Her tight, stiff nipples tingled with the brush of the cool air and the anticipation of his touch.

His hands gently smoothed the hair out of her face so that his lips could once again find hers. She lapped at the inside of his lips and ran her tongue across his teeth before letting it fence with his. She exhaled heavily and let her head loll back and her eyes flutter closed to narrow slits as he nibbled, sucked and licked his way down from her lips to the side of her neck. She was grateful for the support of his arm curled around the small of her back as her breath hitched when his other hand caressed the lower curve of her breast before cupping and lightly fondling it as his lips moved lower.

His lips left her skin for a moment and she placed her hands on the back of his head, his short hair tickling her fingers as she ran them through it. His breath was hot on her nipple, but only caused it to stiffen further as his hand massaged her breast. She let out a little gasp and her fingers clutched at his head and neck as her back arched and she pressed her flesh into the warm, moist suction of his lips as he closed them around her turgid dusky pink tip. Her breath shuddered out of her lungs as his tongue rolled her nipple before his teeth scraped across the circle of her areola before nipping at the tingling, sparking nub. She managed to suck in a ragged breath while he shifted to her other breast.

Olivia pushed away from the doorframe and harder against him, turning into the room and allowing him to guide her backwards towards the bed. His mouth and hand on her breasts sent radiating blooms of sensation into her chest that tightened the sweet tension growing in her loins. The back of her legs came up against the edge of the bed and she let gravity do the rest, pulling him with her as she fell. He shifted his weight so that he didn’t fall on top of her, but kept his body pressed close to hers as they ended up on their sides. They kissed and caressed each other for a few moments more, exploring each other with wandering hands and lips until they found the clothes they still wore were getting in the way.

They broke contact with excited, breathless grins and he quickly kicked off his boots and shucked out of his jeans while she removed her pajama pants. She was reaching for the waistband of her panties when his strong hands captured hers. “Let me.” He proposed, his voice low and husky, suggestive in a way that made her sex pulse with a surge of slippery moisture and flex with anticipation. She let her hands fall to her sides and he smiled up at her as he shifted lower. She swallowed hard and let out a heavy sigh as his lips planted warm, wet oval along the curve of her breasts and then worked their way lower. His tongue drew snaking patterns on her skin, making her belly quiver and her fingers gather handfuls of the coverlet under her.

Olivia shivered and her back arched as he swirled his tongue into the spiral of her belly button before he reached for the waistband of her panties. He peeled them off her hips and she lifted her ass so that he could pull them off her ass. The gusset clung to her folds, sodden with her excitement. The material slithered along her skin as he pulled the undergarment down her legs. He left them at her ankles and she hastily kicked them off as his hand traced its way backup her leg, squeezing warmth into her skin at regular intervals until he was lightly stroking the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs wider as his hand moved higher. He teased her, his hand moving slower, his fingers just skirting where she was anticipating them to go.

She wasn’t the most patient of woman at the best of times and her desire burned away the last of her restraint. She grabbed his hand and firmly pressed it to her sex with a thick moan as his strong fingers explored her slit as he chuckled, a deep, smoky sound that had very little to do with amusement. The small of her back twitched, making her spine curve and her shoulders press back into the bed as his thumb found and rolled the exposed pearl of her clit sending snaking jolts of electric pleasure into her buzzing nerves. She moaned and squirmed with delight as his fingered and frigged her with deft, agile caresses. She could feel his throbbing erection pressing and rubbing against her thigh; could feel it pulse and leak slippery moisture against her skin.

Olivia clutched at his back, feeling his muscles shift under her fingers as she pulled him back up before grasping the back of his neck and guiding his lips back to her breasts. She whined and pulled her lower lip through her teeth as the blooms of pleasure he created at her crotch and breast overlapped to electrify every inch of her, making her sex clench, flex and twist against itself and ratcheting up the sweet tension in her belly. She let her hands slide down his back to find the hard curves of his buttocks and using firm handholds urged him to shift over her and between her legs, which she spread to accommodate him.

Peter’s breath was warm on her face as he hovered over her, shifting to guide himself as she required. He rested most of his weight on his forearm on either side of her shoulders, his hand stroking her cheek and taking stray locks of her hair out of her face. “Do you know that you’re beautiful?” he asked her softly and despite the tension of need that crackled between them she felt her lips curve into a soft smile of appreciation at the tender awe in his voice. “And you don’t do that nearly enough.” He noted with an answering smile that drew a soft laugh from her. Her laugh cut off as they each moaned when he made contact, his pointed dickhead sliding through her folds with a tingling trail of exploration until it wedged itself snugly into her with a slow, short thrust. She felt him shiver under her hands and against her belly with the effort of remaining still. Her nipples brushed lightly against his chest as they both drew heavy, steadying breaths.

She pulled lightly at his buttocks, urging him to continue, ready, hungry for more. She drew a sharp, hitched breath, her fingers pressed into his flesh as with a low, drawn out grunt his hips drove forward. Her legs drew up, the coverlet tickling the soles of her feet before she lifted them and curled her legs loosely around the backs of his thighs as he slowly filled her. Her flesh, both slippery and resistant parted to surround him. He filled and stretched her channel, which twisted and flexed around his masculine invasion in response to the delicious trail of fiery friction he slowly, but persistently forged to her core. Her hips rose of their own accord to meet his and complete their connection.

Olivia undulated against him and her rocked his hips to settle himself firmly in the centre of her molten core. Electric shocks radiated from her clit as he ground against it, to make her abdomen quiver against his and her breath shudder from her lungs. She kneaded his firm ass, her hips moving to match his as he increased his rocking to transform his motion into strokes that slowly grew in length. His lips met hers for a hard, short, but intense kiss as they found a steady pleasurable rhythm. She tested the hard, corded muscle of his shoulder with her teeth as he sucked and nipped at the sensitive side of her neck adding to the wonderful tactile overload his manhood driving into her and his body sliding against hers created.

She whispered and moaned her praises, enjoyment and encouragements to him in a ragged voice she hardly recognized as her own and he returned them in deep, hoarse phrases. His hand curled around her shoulder, bracing her as he increased the strength of his thrust and she bucked to meet him. Her nipples throbbed, the hard points sparking with a continuous, sizzling buzz as they were dragged back and forth against his chest. They collided again and again and again with the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh. Each stroke, a rising, rolling wave and the resulting collision a crash of delight on the shore of her senses. They started to pant with the exertion and the maelstrom inside grew, spinning faster and faster, drawing energy to her core to fuel her building climax.

Peter drew his lips away from her skin, raising his head and she could see he was as close as she. She could see the cords on the side of his neck stand out as his jaw clenched and his back arched, his eyes narrowed, but still intensely focused on her. “Just… Just let… Let it happen.” She breathed, not knowing if it was him or herself she was urging on before words failed her to be replaced by soft cries as his powerful strokes became shorter, but gained a frenzied inexorable pace. His heavy grunts echoed her cries as they grew louder and closer together when the waves of pleasure she was experiencing overlapped and merged. She felt herself start to shudder and her breath caught in her lungs for a moment as she felt a desperate wail building in her throat. He thrust hard one more time, his pelvis grinding into her as he tensed hard against her and her eyes went wide as a moment of pure calm and clarity came over her.

Olivia blinked as she took in every detail: How his teeth were bared; how his nostrils flared as he threw back his head; How his fingers tensed against the nape of her neck; how his shaft pulsed against the twisting, flexing, twitching confines of her channel; The feel of sweat trickling down between her breasts, the coolness of the air on her nipples as his chest lifted and bent away from hers even as his hard abdomen pressed down on her quivering, taut belly. The flex and shift of his muscles under her fingers; And then, the way he tried, but failed to hold back the primal roar that accompanied him humping rapidly as he started to empty himself into her.

The feel of him pouring himself into her shattered the moment and sparked the wildfire chain reaction of her climax. Her sex locked around him, squeezing and twisting around his pulsing shaft, releasing a torrent of cream while the rest of her muscles tensed to arch her spine and press her up against him. A white-hot whirlwind of bliss erupted from her core and inundated every part of her and pushed the wail of release and surrender from her lips, her eyes going wide and making Peter and her world go unfocused. Her heart hammered at her chest and her blood pounded in her ears as her sex rippled around him, her body trembling as her muscles relaxed and tensed in rapid succession, fired by overloaded nerves as they rode the heavy waves of her orgasm. She clutched at him, her arms and legs wrapping tight around his shuddering form as she desperately sort to find an anchor in the delicious turmoil.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that; How long she clung to him; How long she float in that wonderful world where nothing but bliss and joy existed, yet not caring because it felt so incredibly good or when she had closed her eyes. But, awareness started to return by slow degrees. She felt both drained and invigorated at the same time and had to take stock of her limp, relaxed body, a limb at a time, feeling them respond sluggishly. She could still feel him, throbbing in the molten morass of her core, even as he started to shrink out of her. His breath was hot and rhythmic against her neck and his weight resting on top of her was warm, solid, but growing just a little uncomfortable. Her breasts flattened further as they rose when she drew in a deep breath and licked lips that felt impossibly dry.

He sighed against the skin of her neck and they both groaned as he rolled off her to lie on his back next to her, sliding free of her in the process. The friction of his departure made her sex twist and clutch in a failed attempt to hold him in place and sent a cascade of orgasmic echoes across her nerves to jangle them once more. She felt their mixed release start to leak from her without the dam of his manhood and she pressed and rubbed her thighs together. Peter reached over and across her and pulled her towards him until she was half-draped over him and pressed tight against his side.

Olivia rested her head on his shoulder as with a few tugs and some effort he managed to draw enough of the bedclothes free to cover them. She smiled and pressed her lips against his skin as she smiled and snuggled closer to him. Peter brushed hair out of her face and she tilted her head up to look at him. “Are you okay?” he asked apprehensively and she let her smile broaden. “Everything being relative… Yes.” She replied, mimicking his words from earlier and drawing a chuckle from him that was part amusement and part relief while his hand lightly stroked her hip. “It was strange… Good strange, great strange actually, but really, not so weird.” She continued, closing her eyes and letting the soothing, steady beat of his heart lull her to sleep.

THE END