CHAPTER TITLE: In A Motel Far From the Strip

FANDOM: Fringe

PAIRING: Jolivia (John/Olivia)

CHARACTERS: John Scott, Olivia Dunham

GENRE: Sci-fi

RATING: M

CORRESPONDING EPISODE: 1.01 "Pilot"

WARNINGS: None

AUTHOR'S NOTE: None

"Oh my god!" Olivia pants, falling back onto the bed with a grin on her face.

They're in the same sleezy motel far from the Strip that they always use, sweaty and sated. The room reeks of cigarettes used by previous occupants, mingling in the stuffy air that smells of their sex. It's horrible but to Olivia it's heaven.

It's February and even though they live in one of the hottest places in the world, the desert is cold and unforgiving during the winter, especially during night, so the motel room's windows are pulled close and while there is a slight draft under the door, she is comfortable and warm under the cheap sheets and the polyester bedcover.

John is lying next to her, very close. "What?"

"This bed is loud," she states, still slightly out of breath.

"You think?"

"We can't keep doing this. Sneaking around," Olivia insists, hating that their special moments are always ruined by her paranoia.

"Department is not a massive fan of office romance. The policy seminar was endless, wasn't it? Kept finding myself staring at you, I decided to move my chair to stop," he purrs into her ear.

"Well, I think Charlie knows," she says nervously, feeling the sheets cling to her hot skin.

"No, he doesn't know."

"Well, I think he does," she maintains.

John is sweet and affectionate with his caressing fingers. "If he knew, we would be transferred. The idea somebody making a call whether not you and I get to live in the same city is unacceptable to me. Anyway that's just a preamble to a kicker, which is that…I love you."

Olivia is a little startled at the words and feels relieved when her cellphone begins to ring, excusing her from having to reply. She's quick to answer it, feeling her face still hot from John's words and her intentional lack of response.

"Olivia Dunham," she greets, recognising her superior's voice immediately. "Yes, sir. Of course, sir. Yes, sir. I—I...I'm on my way."

She closes the phone and says to John, "Incident at McCarren International. International flight. Charlie is on his way."

She excuses herself to the bathroom to change into her clothing and as she starts to shut the door, she can hear John on the bed answering his phone as well.