AN: Hey my fellow Fringe devotees! Just a small story here that picks up after "Ability". Please let me know what you think!

A first kiss…

Maybe she won't feel guilty when he wraps an arm around her and she outright expresses her satisfaction. A smile will tug at the corners of her lips and stretch to a full capricious smile. A sincere smile will match his lips and she'll feel the weighted gaze of his eyes. Yearning. Admiration. Love?

Two weeks ago—hell, two days ago—she would have expressed her discomfort with his chivalry and come up with an excuse to excuse herself. Not today.

Feeling bold she stared back into his eyes. Did she notice the same feelings were reflecting in her eyes, sans the fear?

Fear.

Peter saw it everyday he'd been around her starting from the first day they met. It wasn't a fear of death but rather a fear of letting someone close enough. Peter took pride in knowing she feared him in that matter. Why? Well, it meant she felt something for him--and felt it strong. He knew, however, he was making headway when she stopped making as many excuses to leave his company when he attempted to overstep her 'personal space' boundaries.

Feeling a bit bold himself, Peter drew his hand from her waist to her hair. He brushed a loose strand behind her ear. He never disengaged from their gaze.

Finally feeling the heat Olivia chirped, "It has a mind of its own." His smile just grew wider.

"I wonder where it gets it from," he replied back.

"Well, I'm sure it's nothing like that disheveled scruff you have going on," she joked.

Peter closed his eyes and laughed in mirth. His laugh stopped shortly after he felt soft fingertips caress his cheek. Peter was a betting man. It was a good thing he didn't wager on Olivia making the first move for he would have lost a lot of money. This was something he was not expecting, but could he ever place a bet on Olivia Dunham's actions? She never ceased to surprise him.

Here, today, she was finally opening up to him but Peter was completely caught off guard. For the first time in his witty life, he didn't know what to do next. It didn't really matter anyway for Olivia made up his mind for him when her lips softly placed themselves on his other cheek. She dared to look up and meet his gaze again.

Passion.

Notwithstanding the heat and passion any longer Peter's lips swooped down and captivated her own. For once in her life she didn't mind being held captive.

Just a small ficlet here! Did ya' like?