I DO NOT OWN FRINGE

This was a sight to behold. Olivia and Peter were snuggling in bed. They were facing each other, Peters hand laid across Olivia waist while her hand draped itself over his chest. His nose was buried in her hair, while her face was resting on his shoulder. Unlike most mornings, where she would wake up at the crack of dawn, he woke up first this morning.

Peter slowly lifted his head and blinked groggily for a few seconds. Then he smiled realizing who was in his arms. He lent over her to cup her cheek and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She stirred for a minute then settled down again. Peters smile turned into a full blown grin; he knew why she was so tired. After last night it's no surprise that she would need a few extra hours of sleep.

Peter brushed her long golden hair away from her neck and saw the result of his passion for her. Little red marks were scattered along her neck and chest, but what caught his interest the most was a large purple bite mark he made when she pushed him over the proverbial edge last night. He would have to remember to more careful next time.

While he was thinking about the next time he would make love to Olivia, he failed to notice that said woman was waking up. Olivia could feel him above her; she could feel his weight pressing her into to the bed.

She lifted her hand to rest it on his back, successfully pulling him out of his thoughts. He met her gaze and she blushed; the look he was giving her showed his desire and after last night there was no mistaking his desire for her.

Peter noticed her blush and stroked her cheek. "Why are you blushing?"

She smile and lifted her hands to rap them around his neck and said, "You have that look in your eyes again."

He chuckled and kissed her hard on the mouth. "What look?"

"The look that lets me know that you're getting in the mood," she said shyly.

Peter laughed out loud at that and decided to tease her a little. "Mood? What kind of mood?"

She giggled and buried her face in his neck. "Peter, you know what mood I'm talking about."

"Yes I know, but you should still say it," he said licking her cheek, making her giggle again.

"I'm not going to say it Peter!" She tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged.

Peter decided to lick her neck and press his lower half on her harder this time. "Say it."

She wiggled and lifted her leg to wrap it around one of his. "No!"

This time he kissed his way along neck, pausing a few times to give her a gentle suck while she moaned. "Do I need to persuade you more?"

She lifted her other leg to wrap around his waist, while trailing her free hand down his back, pass his waist to grip his taunt bottom. "Yes, you do."

Olivia saw his eyes darken right before he captured her lips in a deep passionate kiss. He allowed his hand to travel down her body cupping her breast and stroking her nipple. When she moaned, he continued down her side, pass her waist to rub her thigh. She tilted her hips and rubbed against him. He moaned and rocked against her.

Peter spent all morning persuading her. His efforts were successful because after the second round she drew him down and whispered the type of moods she wanted in his ear.