TITLE: "Heat Wave"

PAIRING: Olivia/Astrid

CHARACTERS: Olivia Dunham, Astrid Farnsworth, Walter Bishop

GENRE: Smut, humour

RATING: PG-13

SUMMARY: In a storage room.

CHALLENGE: FEMSLASH!!!

WORD COUNT: 544

WARNINGS: Bewbs

SPOILERS: None!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Because I felt like it. Song by Marilyn Monroe

DISCLAIMER: 

No, your mom.

"We're havin a heat wave

A tropical heat wave

The temperatures rising, it isn't surprising

She certainly can, can can!

She started a heatwave

By letting her seat wave,

In such a way that the customers say

That she certainly can, can-can!

Gee, Gee!

Her anatomy

Makes the mercury

Rise!

To ninety three

We're havin' a heat wave

A tropical heat wave

The way that she moves

The thermometer proves

That she certainly can!"

Soft lips trailed kisses down her neck and Olivia chuckled slightly, giving a quiet moan as she leaned her back against the wall a little further. She was sitting on a rickety file cabinet in the laboratory's storage room with a certain junior agent. They'd both been early to work that morning and something about the way they'd brushed hands when they reached for the door handle and perhaps because they were both a little lonely had led them here to see if they could at least get to second base before the Bishops showed up for work.

Astrid smelled of ginger and Starbucks green tea and she tasted of honey. Olivia decided she rather enjoyed kissing the young woman whom was supposed to be her trainee and wondered for a moment if this was sexual harassment.

'Probably,' she thought to herself but continued groping at Astrid through her blouse.

Olivia had always been a little loud as a lover, and the junior agent pinched her thigh as she moaned a little too loud.

"Shut up, Liv," Astrid muttered throatily as she licked along her clavicle.

"You bit me!" Olivia protested as she helped the other woman unbutton the front of her oxford.

She wrapped her legs around Astrid's waist, holding her firmly in place. Astrid smiled at her, cupping her face as they took the moment to kiss tenderly before Olivia felt her hand start to move up her thigh—

The door was flung open and Walter came stomping in.

"Goddamn flasks—"

He stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the two women whom were still caught in their embrace, though decidedly less aroused than they had been before.

"Oh, eh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise this room was in use. I was looking for my collection of beakers."

Astrid swallowed loudly and Walter looked as uncomfortable as Olivia felt.

He clasped his hands behind his back, tilted his head to the ceiling and began to rock on the balls of his feet. "So, c-ca-carry on."

"Uh, well, we should probably go to work," Olivia said, suddenly realising she ought let Astrid go.

"And you should probably button up the front of your shirt," Walter pointed out, quite literally.

As if nothing had happened at all, Astrid glided over to a shelf and removed a box filled with glass containers as Olivia stood up from the file cabinet as her fingers moved quickly to close up the front of her shirt.

"Come on, Dr. Bishop!" Astrid called out in an airy, sing-song voice as she left the storage room. "I brought you a cinnamon roll!"

Walter spun around and hurried out the door, declaring happily, "I love sweet things!"

Olivia wiped Astrid's candy-flavoured lip gloss off her mouth as she smugly admitted, "And so do I."