I DO NOT OWN FRINGE

This just came to me. I'm not good at lemons so I didn't go so far.

She thought this was going to be easy. I mean, how hard could this be if there was only three steps? Olivia; the cool and collected cortexiphan powered FBI Agent was getting irritated. Here she was sitting in her living room staring at her computer screen, trying to figure out why the stupid internet wasn't working like the box the internet company sent promised.

"-Ugh I'm a smart women; I can make this work," Olivia said running her fingers through her hair.

She then unhooked everything and read the three steps again. After several more failed attempts she decided to call Peter; the man with the incredibly high IQ. He answered after the second ring.

"-Bishop's nut house, how may I be of service?" He said with his usual humor.

"-Peter I need your help with something."

"-What's wrong," he said sounding concerned. Its not everyday he hear those words together in a sentence from her.

"-Its nothing serious, its just complicated," she answered not wanting to admit her inability to setup something with three so called easy steps.

Peter didn't really understood but to him it was just a justified reason to be alone with Olivia, so he answered "-Ok I'll be over in 10 mins".

"-Thanks Peter."

Being a man of his word Peter arrived at Olivia's apartment in ten minutes. He knocked three times and was answered with a "-its open." So he opened the door and entered the domain of the woman he adored. He found her in the living room surrounded by many different sized boxes and cords. He took in her flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance and resisted the urge to laugh.

"-Wow, it looks like a storm blew through here," he said coming to stand beside her.

"-I'm trying to setup the internet connection but it won't work. I've read the directions over and over again, but I just can't figure out why it won't work."

He sat down next to her and asked her for the directions. Instead of giving him a piece of paper she recited the first step having commited the three steps to memory. He stared at her for a second and then laughed while she blushed.

He decided to get right to business. "-Let me see the adapter." She passed it to him and he said "-75 percent of internet problems are the result of a damaged adapter."

"-Wow your just full of information," she chuckled leaning closer to see what he was doing. He noticed the miniscule distance between them, but chose to ignore it with laugh and said "-Thats why I'm so useful."

Five minutes later he declared the adapter was broken. "-Oh gosh all that irritation for no damn reason. I don't know about you but I could use a glass of wine," she said getting up and walking to the kitchen.

"-Pour me glass too, please."

So there they were; sitting on her couch sharing funny and embarrassing personal experiances. The time passed quickly and soon Peter and Olivia was ready to call it a night. She walked him to the door and said "-Thank you Peter." She rose on the tip of her toes and kiss him on the cheek. He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek kissed her gently, but she wasn't satisfied. She opened her lips and licked his lips. He parted his lips and their tongues tangled passionately. Their lips separated and Peter trailed open mouth kisses down her jaw line and down her neck. Olivia moaned when he sucked at a sensitive spot on her neck.

"-Oh god Peter, that feels so good," she groaned pushing her fingers in his hair; bringing his lips back up to lock with hers. After a while Peter ended the kiss. "-Olivia where is this leading?" He asked looking in her eyes. "-Peter... I don't want you to leave," she admitted with flushed cheeks. He smiled softly and said "-I'm not going anywhere." She took his hand and lead him to her bedroom.

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