Got bored and thought of this while I was watching Tangled with a friend, don't ask me why but the two characters remind me of Olivia and Peter every time I watch it! Haha

Complete smut! Because I can't wait for fringe to be back and it should have always been Peter and Olivia! You have been warned!

Dancing

Peter watched from the sidelines as Olivia was twirled around by the other agents in the room. They had become civil to each other over the last few months, Olivia not quiet forgiving him for sleeping with her alternate and not realizing it wasn't her and Peter still felt guilty over it all. More than once had he done something stupid recently, like drink too much and pass out. Once or twice Olivia had been called to pick him up from whatever bar he was at.

But watching her on the dance floor, where she seemed so out of place but enjoying her time anyway, he knew she was heeling. Most of her alternate's memories were gone, her personality was back, but it did seem that she was smiling more and that had made him smile. Just knowing she was happy or happish made him smile, but nothing in this world would compare to how he would feel if it was him making her happy.

Tonight was the FBI's gala dinner, and before all of the alternate universe crap had happened, Olivia and Peter had made a deal with each other that they would go and keep each other company, knowing that they both hated doing this sort of thing but being forced to be there. Broyles had actually made sure they could be there, keeping whatever case had come up away from them both.

Taking a sip of his drink, Peter fought the urge to make his way to her side, take her in his arms and dance with her the rest of the night, he was jealous at how the other men were dancing with her, making her laugh but he knew that would be off limits, especially tonight, in front of all the other agents in the room. "Excuse me, but would you like to dance?" Peter was pulled from his concentration to find a younger agent looking up at him. She had short brown hair and deep blue eyes. Smiling back at her, he finished what was left of his drink and held out his hand for her. "I'm Alyx, and you must be Agent Dunham's partner." The girl smiled up at him as they began to dance.

Peter cocked his head to the side and watched her for a moment, "Yea I am. Peter Bishop. Nice to meet you." He pulled out his most charming smile and watched as she blushed. She would have been no more 25 years old but he could tell that she was nervous, almost shy. "She is a great agent. I would love to be like her. She is amazing. I worked along side her for a few months when I started but I doubt she would remember me." Alyx shrugged. "Oh I'm sure she would remember you. Go over and say hi later." He smiled back at her once more, seeing her blush.

The dance turned from slowish to faster, Alyx laughed heartedly as Peter spun her around and brought her back to his side as the music slowed, but most of the time his eyes were on the blond who was now dancing close to a guy he had never seen before. Alyx noticed where his eyes were heading and gave a little giggle. "That's Lucas. I think he and agent Dunham used to go out. But I'm not to sure." Peter faltered for a moment as she finished speaking, "Go over to her and ask her to dance. She has been watching us or you since we got here. Go…" She was encouraging him to cut in between Liv and Lucas, something he had no trouble wanting to do.

Smiling down at the girl once more, he excused himself at the right moment, because Lucas was spinning Olivia our from his arms and right into Peter's. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean…" her voice trailed off as she looked up into his eyes, one hand on her waist and the other wrapped around her hand. Peter glanced down at her for the first time that night. He had been so transfixed on her face that he hadn't noticed the olive green dress she wore, silky under his touch. It was straight, fitting her curves perfectly and tied around the neck, leaving her back completely bare.

"Livi, you coming back or not…" Lucas's voice interrupted Peter's thoughts as he felt Olivia turn in his arms to face Lucas. "Um…would it be ok if I stay with Peter. I was thinking of heading off soon and I wanted a dance with him." Lucas seemed to huff loudly as Peter only smiled at him, he turned on his heels and left. As if on time, a slow song started up, causing Peter to pull Olivia closer to him, his hand now resting on her bare back.

"You look like you have been having fun tonight Livia." Peter bend down to whisper in her ear, causing a shudder to run down her spine. She only nodded, not completely trusting her voice. Peter only came closer, "I'm glad you are enjoying yourself, you deserve it. You look beautiful by the way." he planted a small kiss on her cheek as he pulled away. Finding her voice Olivia spoke, "I'm having a better time now. Remember how we promised to keep each other company? Well I was feeling a little lonely while you were standing at the side." She laughed, shaking her head, trying to rid the feel of his lips on her cheek.

"How could you have been lonely, didn't you see all those agents who were waiting to dance with you?" Peter laughed as Olivia made a face at him, not completely believing him. Peter noticed the look and laughed again, "Livia, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met. The one who was treated with cortexiphan, who grew up with a shit childhood, who chases down suspects without even thinking and who has beating almost everything she has come up against. It's you Livia. It's always been you." With one last kiss on the side of the mouth, Peter turned and left Olivia standing in the middle of the dance floor, her heart pounding in her chest.

Peter didn't know what had come over him. Not only did he spill everything that he had been thinking but also kissing her? That was stupid and he knew he was going to have to pay for it. He was just so happy be close to her like that, his mind kind of froze on him.

He was able to make his way inside the house without Walter noticing as he was passed out from one of his drug cocktales no doubt. Slamming the door to his bedroom, Peter kicked off his shoes, loosened his tie and dropped it on the floor, at that moment not really caring where his clothes went. Being so close to her, smelling her and feeling her soft skin under his touch was enough to drive him crazy, realizing that if he wanted any chance of falling asleep tonight, Peter jumped into the shower, relishing in the cold water that ran over his body. He rested his head against the cold tiles noticing that the cold water was doing nothing at all help him, Pete turned up the hot water and reached for the conditioner. Pouring some into his hand, Peter's thoughts went only to Olivia as he tried to get rid of his excitement. The first thing he thought of was when he had first met her and she was willing to strip down to her underwear right in front of him, he knew that's where it had started. Not love, but lust and obsession.

Picking up the pace, Peter pumped down on himself harder and faster, thinking of only her skin, that had always been so covered up and hidden from him, and what made his come, was the thought of her lips on his, when she had come to him over there. Allowing a moan to come from his mouth Peter let her name cross his lips, "Livia!" Slowing down his hand movements, Peter reached for the water, to clean himself off, turning the water off her stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel.

Swinging the door open to his bedroom, the bathroom conjoining, he let his eyes wander to the floor as he tried to rid his mind of her. Dropping his clothes in the hamper to the left he had taken 5 steps into his room until he realized he wasn't alone. Looking up quickly he found Olivia sitting on the side of his bed, head down, fingers fiddling with the skirt of her dress.

"Livia?" his voice croaked out softly, she didn't look up but only nodded. "What are you doing here?" He took a step closer, pulling the towel closer to his body, hoping she hadn't heard him in the shower. She shrugged again but this time looked up at him. "You left before I could speak to you and you left the front door open, I came up here to talk to you but I heard you in the shower so…" her voice trailed off, becoming red and flushed. Peter reached for the boxers that sat on the floor next to the bed, pulling them on as Olivia turned away, the pajama pants followed shortly after. He came to sit on the bed next to her, heat coming off him in waves, his hair wet and dripping from the water.

He reached for her chin and brought her face up to be closer to his, "Livia, what were you going to say? I left because I thought you were going to kill me and I'm sorry because I shouldn't have crossed that line. I just, being so close to you it…" He was cut off by Olivia's body leaning into his, pressing her lips to his.