Alpha Male

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Rated: T

Type: oneshot

Pairing: Peter & Olivia

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Day in, day out he followed her lead, acted on her decisions, understood her need to be strong, to be in control. But he wished she would let him be strong for her sometimes. To let him be the alpha male.

A few times she had let him protect her, support her… Pulling her out of the tank that time, when she, confused and shaking, clutched onto him, pulling him closer instead of pulling away… the way she desperately whispered his name.

A few weeks later, in the sewer tunnel, he'd forgotten everything else except the need to protect her, shield her from the creature. As he slammed her into the wall, his body covering hers, he couldn't help but be intensely aware of the feel of her against him, and despite their danger, he thrilled in the closeness.

Then there was that moment in the hospital, in the middle of the Nick Lane case… she had finally broken down. And she had needed him, let him in. His hands had ached to touch her, to hold her, and finally she had let him pull her close, one hand cradling her head to his chest, his lips brushing her hair.

If he wanted to read into things, he could find plenty of symbolism in their latest case, especially their fun-filled car ride with the not-so-unconscious pseudo-vampire woman. First of all, she had let him drive—and let him play with the siren—definitely giving him a token bit of power. Even better, he had ended up with her gun, stunning the creature and thereby saving Olivia from getting her spine ripped out. He could read plenty of meaning in that, though he had to chuckle at his interpretation. How desperate was he to interpret his use of her gun as some kind of alpha-male power thing? In any event, it was becoming more and more difficult for him to hide just how much he wanted to help her, be there for her, protect her. It was only a matter of time before she saw through him, read the meaning behind his looks, his touches, his attempts to protect her.

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First Fringe fic—concrit welcome!