Hello Fringe friends! I wrote this story as a gift for a few friends before the new year and I had originally decided to use it as a chapter of a Brown Betty inspired fic that I will be writing (because it still is my favorite episode). This scene is inspired by the kitchen scenes in Brown Betty, they kill me every time. I am still going to write that Fringe story, but instead of using this chapter again, I will write a better one. This will most likely be a one shot…depending of course…

This is set during the same time period, so the way P&O looked in that episode is the way they look here.

There will be NO mechanical heart for Peter, I just couldn't make that work. His regular heart will do just fine!

Per usual I do not own Fringe, would love to…but alas my 3 wishes have been used up…although there is a rumor that J.J. Abrams will be in San Francisco this week, maybe I can ask him if I can borrow it!

Smut and swearing will be a part of this fic, so if you are adverse to it than please skip it. So rated M…

A/N: Italics are inner thoughts

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It was their first official dinner together and Peter was nervous. Sure he had dames to his apartment before, sure he had his fun with them and then they'd leave in the morning, but this was different. This was Olivia, a detective no less, the woman he had recently discovered to be head over heels, madly in love with. You just had to go and fall in love with a dame detective didn't you Bishop? He smirked to himself as he shook his head at that thought, while he straightened his tie and fixed his jacket. Peter was a man of many talents and cooking happened to be one of them. If you looked at this guy you would never guess that he was not only a master of the con, but a maestro in the kitchen. He acquired this skill, among others, when he lived in Sicily, and while he romanced the daughter of the most powerful Don in the country.

As Olivia made her way to Peter's apartment with a bottle of Jameson's neatly tucked under her arm, she closed her coat tighter around her body, the night air nipped at her in the most unpleasant way. Her silk scarf wrapped, or so she thought was tightly around her neck was falling down and Olivia hated that. She was nervous; she had begun to fall for this con man, this grifter, this unbelievably handsome, sexy, jazz loving, whiskey drinking man. He was nothing like John, polar opposites in every way and Olivia liked that. As much as she had loved John, she always wanted him to be a little dangerous, a little spontaneous, and a little less normal.

A knock was heard echoing at Peter's door, as he bounded to it and opened it. Peter opened the door to reveal the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Olivia stood there with her overcoat, silk scarf and a smile, looking like the woman he fell in love with. As she smiled at him, she produced the Jameson's and said "Let's get this evening started," as she entered his warm apartment.

Olivia was in awe as she looked around Peter's apartment. It was huge, modestly decorated, way too much for one person alone. She noticed a piano off to one corner, the color was black as pitch and it made its presence known in more ways than one.

"You play?" she asked as he helped her off with her overcoat.

"Yeah, a little, do you want me to play you something?" he offered as he went to hang up her coat in the closet.

"Not now, maybe after dinner, which smells heavenly," she replied as her senses drew in the aroma of the food.

Peter noticed that she wore a dress, a really beautiful, navy blue, low cut in the front to show off her cleavage, dress. He stopped his motions and admired her for a moment, as she took off her silk scarf and draped it over the couch.

"What?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing, I just have never seen you in a dress before, you look really beautiful," he smiled at her as he made his way to his makeshift bar and poured them each a glass of whiskey.

"Thanks, it is just something I bought for this special occasion," she answered him as she took the rocks glass from him.

"Special occasion huh? Since when is a spaghetti dinner a special occasion?" he questioned as he raised a glass in a gesture of cheers to her.

"Well, since we normally go out for a drink after a case and I've never had a man cook for me before, I figured it was a special night," she confessed with a seductive smile.

"Cheers! Here's to tonight, may it be unforgettable," he said as he clinked his glass with hers.

She giggled at his toast, she knew the absolute truth in that statement, and it would be unforgettable for both of them. After Peter downed the amber liquid, he took a step closer to her and kissed her lips. Peter tasted the whiskey on her lips, he smiled and said "Tastes better like that," as he licked his lips in acknowledgement.

"Yes it does, much better," she agreed as she watched him take the glasses and head towards the kitchen.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be a few more minutes," he shouted from the kitchen as she heard the water in the sink running.

Doing as Peter asked, Olivia made herself comfortable and started perusing his apartment. She made her way over to his bookshelf which looked like it was bursting with so many books he could start his own library. She noticed the vast array of books on his shelf; she knew that this man was a bonafide genius, in every way. She fingered the spine of a quantum physics book, she took it out and flipped through the pages.

"Quantum Physics, huh? Would never have guessed you for a science guy," she stated as she saw him carry the pasta bowl out of the kitchen and to the table.

"Part of my past life, I'll tell you about it sometime," he answered her as he poured wine in their glasses.

Olivia noticed that Peter's state of dress had changed. The sleeves of his dress shirt, that fit his body perfectly, were rolled up to his elbows, his tie was slightly loosened and he no longer had his jacket. She loved the fact that this man had so many shades to him, that one minute he was cooking her pasta and the next he could be breaking some guys jaw for man-handling Olivia. That toughness, cockiness, brooding, smugness was mixed with an air of domesticity and she liked it. She could see a future with him and she loved it.

"Buon appetito, mio amore," he said to her in his best Italian accent.

As Peter held out her chair for her, Olivia kissed his cheek and said "This looks and smells delectable,"

"Just wait until you taste it," he said as he pushed her chair in, he kissed her head.

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Olivia and Peter spent the next few hours eating and drinking, talking and laughing. She told him more about John and how he was called off to war just 4 months after they got married and that she had gotten the news that he was killed in action. He talked more about Walter and how he felt about the fact that he was lied to his whole life, thinking that Walter was his biological father and not, in fact, his step father. He talked about his travels and all the amazing places he had been and the things he'd seen. She talked about her sister Rachel and her favorite (and only) niece Ella, whom she loved like her own and who she couldn't wait to introduce both to Peter.

As the night wore on, Peter and Olivia's proximity to one another had grown closer and closer. She was practically in his lap and he loved it. She rested one hand on his thigh and the other one held onto the back of his chair. Their displays of love towards one another had begun to grow as well, from the whiskey kiss to the sauce on his lips, to the hair he tucked behind her ear to the caress of her silky arms it had become blatantly obvious where this night would end up.

"Play me something," she said as she got up and headed towards the piano.

"What do you want to hear?" he asked as he pulled out the bench and sat down.

As Olivia put her hands on his shoulders, Peter looked up at her, as she bent down and whispered hotly in his ear "Surprise me," she took a nip of his ear.

Peter's body caught fire the moment her lips contacted his ear. He needed to control himself if he wanted to play this night out, literally. He thought for a moment and then he smiled, he knew the perfect song. As he hovered his fingers above the keys, he gave a deep breath and played.

The tune Peter played was one of his favorites and felt that it was very appropriate given his present company. Olivia's eyes were closed as she let the music wash over her, she swayed to the melody and the waves of love that were coming off of Peter. Peter felt the heat of her hands on his shoulders, he scooted to the side and Olivia took a seat next to him. As she watched his hands glide over the ivories, she closed her eyes and pictured them gliding over her naked body.

She opened them again slowly and watched him with great contentment; she saw his concentration, his precision and grace as he maneuvered through the song. Peter decided to be bold and he started to gently sing the lyrics to Olivia as she rested her head on his shoulder.

There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that she turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
Someone who'll watch over me.

As he finished the song, Olivia realized that Peter is talking about her…about them and their relationship, partnership, future life together. As Olivia raised her head off his shoulder she peered at him with hooded lashes. Searching his eyes for the answer to her unspoken question, she kissed him, deeply and passionately. Once Peter took his hands off the keys, he wrapped them around Olivia's waist and he pulled her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Olivia mimicked Peter, as she took her hands and slowly dragged them across his waist and up his back until she cradled his shoulders and pulled him closer to her already heated body.

The kiss eventually made them break for air, as Peter looked in her eyes and murmured "You are so beautiful," kissing her again. Olivia fidgeted with the knot in his tie until she loosened it completely and she yanked it off his neck, sliding it through his collar with a whoosh. Next her fingers found themselves at the buttons of his shirt, slowly and carefully undoing each one. She pushed her hands underneath the shoulders of his dress shirt, Olivia then smoothed the fabric off his broad shoulders and onto the floor. Peter's hands were doing their best to keep up with her, he slid one hand to her neck and found the zipper of her dress and guided it down with ease. He noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, Peter then splayed his hand on her bare back, while the other cupped her cheek as he devoured her with a kiss.

Olivia's body burst into flames, his touch reignited a smoldering fire that had waited to be set ablaze again. Olivia's lips fought with Peter for dominance, their lips battled each other in the sensual dance that would have no clear winner in the end. Olivia stood up and Peter watched as the fabric of her navy dress descended to the floor as it pooled at her feet. As Olivia stood before Peter half naked, a slight blush covered her body turning her skin a faint pink color. Playfully she bit her lip, reached for Peter's pants and grabbed at the belt and yanked him forward. With nimble fingers, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and thrust her hand into the folds of the woolen fabric.

As she took hold of Peter, Olivia heard him audibly pant and grip her upper arms as his eyes clouded over with lust. She smirked at him, she stroked him slowly and fully, the friction of the wool almost sparked in her hand. Then Peter turned her around, guided her so that Olivia's hips met with the closed keyboard of the piano. Peter watched as Olivia arched her back against the black enamel of the piano, its black abyss made her pale skin glow with diamonds. He saw her spread out for him to feast on, just as he made a lustful decision and took an engorged nipple into his scorching mouth. Olivia gripped Peter's hair in her hands, she tugged on his scalp and watched him as he swirled his tongue around the nipple, and teased it roughly with his teeth.

He delicately moved down her body, Peter planted kisses on her ribs, on her stomach and made sure that each thigh had equal time. Peter made sure he sat firmly on the bench again, he took his hands and slowly drew down Olivia's wet panties, kissing the glorious skin that exposed itself to him. Her hips were lifted up a bit so she sat on the closed keyboard, Peter took her left thigh and placed it gently over his shoulder kissing the inside skin with his agile mouth. He moved towards her pulsing center, he slithered his tongue inside her damp folds.

Once he tasted Olivia on his tongue, Peter's body became more and more inflamed as the sound of Olivia's moans filled his ears. He felt her body quake as he pushed his tongue deeper into her burning center. Peter felt her getting close, felt her insides start to wave around him. Slowly he stopped his attention to her core, Peter stood up between her trembling legs and kissed her fully on the lips. Olivia could taste herself on Peter's lips, she couldn't help but grin, and as she evened the playing field she removed his pants with one fluid motion. As she gently gripped him again through the fabric of his underwear Olivia kissed her way down his neck and across his shoulders. She then moved him away from the keyboard, towards the front of the bench Olivia positioned Peter directly in front of her and slowly shimmied his underwear down to the ground.

Peter stood in front of his goddess, naked to the core. Olivia gazed at Peter in his full glory, she started at his face, that gorgeous smile plastered on his lips as he watched her watch him. Those eyes of his filled with lust and wanton, that beautiful neck of his-that neck that she loved to kiss, love to suck at and love to wrap her arms around. His shoulders, those broad, masculine, sturdy shoulders that she could always lean on, cry on and know that the world had a comfortable place on top of. His chest, strong and delicious, she could see his heart beat for her and only her. His waist, that incredible waist that held those insatiable hips, the hips that she couldn't wait to feel thrust on top of her or ride until he couldn't walk.

As her eyes caught sight of his erection, she gasped. She swallowed at the size of it, the girth and length of it. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt that he could satisfy her, until his last breath. She unconsciously licked her lips as she fixated on his member, she suddenly needed to quench her thirst for him. She reached out and touched him, he twitched like a live wire, and she stroked him slowly and watched his body react with ecstasy.

"Stay right there, don't move," Olivia commanded of Peter.

He ached for her as he watched her move to the couch while she grabbed her silk scarf and ran it through her hands. Olivia brought it over to Peter she raised it to his eyes and said "Trust me?" as she blindfolded him.

She tied the scarf tight around his head, she kissed his lips and said "My turn," as she pushed his body down so he sat on the floor, his shoulders against the bench. She then fumbled for his tie, she grabbed his wrist and brought it up to the leg of the bench and tied it there.

"Olivia…" he groaned as she kissed him again.

She grinned at him as she took his other wrist to the other bench leg, she used his belt to secure it as well and she hoped not to strap him in too tight. He struggled a little against his restraints, Peter smirked at her, knowing that even though he couldn't see her he knew she wore a smile on her face.

"Just enjoy it, baby," she whispered as she straddled his hips.

Olivia felt his body instantly react to hers, she wiggled herself closer to him, so that she sat completely on top of him. She seized him in her hand and she little by little edged him inside her. Once he was replete inside of her she let out the ragged breath she held in the whole time. Peter released his own ragged breath and dropped his head forward and moaned thunderously, he adjusted slightly so he would be as deep as he could, encased inside her.

"Fuck me, Peter, please, sweetheart, fuck me," she begged him as she started to propel her hips on top of him.

Peter bucked into her further as his lips extended toward her as he hoped to find some of her flesh in close contact. She ran her hands up his chest, she stopped to feel his heart pound, and she grabbed his neck and captured his swollen lips with hers. She feasted on his lips, she let her hips hammer onto him with such force that the bench vibrated from it. She pulled Peter closer to her sweaty body, she felt her body edge closer as she neared that threshold of oblivion. She knew that he was close, too, she could feel his thrusts penetrate deeper as they became more and more erratic inside her.

As his body rocked into hers, the fire within Olivia became an inferno, her teeth found the flesh of his shoulder and bit into it, hard, as she drew blood. She savored the salty blood on her famished lips, Olivia soothed it and made sure that she would make it up to him.

Peter could feel Olivia get closer and closer to the zenith, he begged her "Livia, take the blindfold off, I want to see you. I want to watch you fuck me, I want to watch you come for me, baby, let me touch you, please?" as he pleaded for his salvation.

As she released Peter from his confines, Olivia looked into Peter's eyes and saw the indescribable love he had for her, the complete and utter love that would never die. She pounded onto him again; he gripped her body to his with such force that she lost her breath for a moment.

Finally he pushed her onto her back, Peter sunk into Olivia further than he had ever gone before. Olivia's body writhed beneath him as she dug her nails into that perfect ass of his. She urged him further and further inside her as the coil inside her started to unravel. They both grunted and moaned and knew they were close, as they locked eyes with each other they plummeted over the edge together with such force, their bodies bruised each other as they each released their love into one another.

They quivered in each other's arms, their breath came out in quick breaths. He kissed her neck and ran his thumb across her bottom lip, Peter gazed at Olivia and said "I love you, I love you, I love you," and kissed her sweetly. He brushed her sweaty hair from her forehead as he placed feather kisses on her eyelids. He pulled out of her and laid down at her side, Olivia felt a surge of cold air surround her body as it relented to the night air. As he pulled her up to his chest, Olivia ran a finger first and then her lips over the shoulder that she so savagely abused. "Sorry about that, but when you feel that incredible inside me, I couldn't help myself," she confessed as she looked up at him.

"It's okay, I kinda liked it," he admitted with a smirk on his satisfied face.

"Oh really, Bishop. I will make a mental note of that for next time," she teased taking a nip from his chest.

He squirmed under her as he chuckled, she cuddled closer to him and placed feather kisses on his chest as sleep started to grab hold of her. She could feel her body start to drift, she fought against it, she wanted to prolong this moment for as long as it took to tell him what her heart desired "I love you, Peter, forever, you belong with me," she declared as sleep finally took her over. Content and happy, Peter kissed her temple and repeated the words back, "I love you, Olivia, you belong with me, forever," he echoed as the same blissful sleep consumed him.

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Well my friends, was that smutty enough for you. This will most likely be a one shot. I guess it depends on if folks want a sequel or not. Read & review and Friday will come faster than you know it.