AN/ This idea popped in my head because it was my birthday yesterday. Spoilers through season 3 episode 4. Fringe evidently does not belong to me. Constructive criticism is welcomed, just know that english is not my first language and this is un-betaed (if anyone volonteers to be my beta, I'd be eternally grateful to him/her)
The bed was beautifully messy, sheets tangled by their feet, the sun from this late afternoon's fall coming through the window gave them golden bodies. Both on their back they were still panting, the after-effect of their glorious orgasms.
Peter rolled over to be on top of her and, one of his hands on her cheek, kissed her deeply.
'Happy birthday Liv.'
'Mmmmh' she answered, content and satiated.
He started to nuzzle her neck, licking, scraping his teeth and his stubble against her skin, distracting her. Slowly, he traveled to her ear, her jaw, then back to her mouth. Between kisses he asks:
'Did (kiss) he send you (kiss) a card?'
Kiss
'Who?'
The muzzle of the gun is between her eyes before she has a chance to think.
Peter's eyes are cold.
'Where is Olivia'
R&R please...