Just a little ficlet I wrote this morning & posted on my Tumblr. Thought I should share with everyone!
a smiling sweetheart
by kira
Olivia bounces twice on her toes, eyes scanning right and left. They shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this, but when backed into a corner, Olivia Dunham comes out swinging, refusing to accept limitations put upon her, that red tape that swirls and constricts through the FBI.
"I thought you were good at this," she remarks, taking a momentary pause from playing lookout.
Crouched at her side, knee brushing against her left leg, Peter Bishop doesn't even pause when he answers, "I may be a little rusty."
"A little?" she asks, eyebrows raised. Her gaze lands on his hands, working with the slim lockpicking tools, and notices how his tongue is hanging out just a bit as he concentrates, and instantly finds it adorable.
He stops and meets her eyes, lips still wet from where his tongue rested. She wishes they weren't in the middle of an illegal activity so she could steal a kiss. "If you think you can do it better, be my guest."
She smiles. "No, go ahead."
"Thank you," he responds, returning to the lock.
Back to the door, she scans their surroundings, follows a blue car as it drives past, memorizing the license plate out of habit. Stores the information in case she'll need it later. There isn't much traffic out this early, and she's grateful for the reprise from witnesses. The weather's warmed, but she's stuck in snow, along a corridor of self-storage units, and why has she gone from one rule-breaker to another?
There's a click, and she feels rather than sees Peter stand. Olivia turns; Peter opens the door, lets it swing, shadows dancing across the wood floor on the other side. Just before walking in, he grabs her hand, entwines his fingers with hers, his palm warm and safe and hers.