A/N: I couldn't leave it at just Lincoln/Lincoln. If you haven't realized by now, I'm not following canon. *not even sorry*
Gemini Tricks
Chapter two
As he watched Lincoln go, Lee thought to himself, when am I ever going to convince Liv to forget about Frank already?
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Lincoln finally comes back to his own universe and goes directly to Olivia's apartment from the opera house. He knocks on her door, hoping that she is still awake, and looks at his watch; it's only 11:30 at night. If their pattern of nocturnal behavior serves right, she'll be up for at least another three hours before they'll decide to either go to the diner, or stay at home alone.
Olivia opens the door, her blonde locks still wet from a recent shower. The relief in her face was obvious as her shoulders relaxed from their tense position. Lincoln's breath catches in his throat before he's able to greet her; he's still wearing the clothes he went to the Other universe in…the same clothes he took off for himself only a few hours ago. He blushed at the memories, hoping she wouldn't notice.
"Hey, Liv. I… was hoping you were still up." He said, suddenly sounding timid again. Remembering that Lee told him to 'knock it out', that it'll 'get you nowhere with women', he cleared his throat and offered a 'well, how about it?' look to Olivia.
"Hey Lincoln, come on in. How did it go? I waited forever for you to come back."
Olivia's hair fans out behind her as she turns to let Lincoln in. Her clean, feminine scent overpowers Lincoln as he walks right through the spot where Olivia previously stood, closing the door behind him. Remembering why he came here in the first place, he thrust his hand out to grab her arm. Confused, Olivia turned around, cautious of Lincoln's sudden brazen move. Their eyes locked in a moment of understanding, making Olivia's heartbeat quicken, especially since he wasn't letting go. His big hand was warm as he moved it further up her arm, the warmth lingering on her skin.
"I need you to know this Olivia," Lincoln begged.
Olivia looked at him, the air became heavier to breathe, and those blue eyes looked so reckless just then. Slowly, he pulled her closer, his other hand reaching out to the back of her neck and pulling her face to his. He kissed her with such sweet-tasting passion she didn't know Lincoln alone was capable of.
After a few tender moments of Lincoln finally letting go of all prior inhibitions, he felt her hands rest on his waist, gripping his dirty shirt. She didn't mind the first invitation.
"What the hell took you so long?" she teased into his neck, hungry hands reaching up his chest.
Lincoln smiled secretly in her golden hair. "I guess I needed to have a little chat with myself…"
Olivia turned her head up to kiss Lincoln again, his hands finally moving down over her beautiful body. She wondered what he meant by that, but quickly forgot once he started lifting up the hem of her shirt. Letting the heat of the moment take her, Olivia lifted her arms, wanting to expedite the process, but Lincoln's thumbs rested underneath her breasts, tenderly exploring her soft skin. He didn't realize that Olivia liked to lounge around at home without a bra on; the discovery made him even more eager.
"You're going to keep me waiting, aren't you?" Olivia whispered between them, suddenly very impatient.
"I'm going to go so slow, you'll be begging me to make you scream." He whispered back, brushing damp locks aside to bite her earlobe. Olivia groaned at the long-awaited sensation, relaxing her arms and feeling the heat between her legs she didn't realize she missed so much. Finally, he pulled her shirt off and let it fall to the floor, squeezing her hips and ducking his head into the nook of her neck, kissing and sucking on the skin there, teasing her skin taut.
"Lincoln," uttered Olivia softly, her voice dripping with want.
He shrugged out of his jacket (again) wanting to get as close as possible to the woman he loves. Tearing off his own shirt, he pulled Olivia against his warm chest, locking his lips with hers again, enjoying the wet, silky ribbons of her lips play with his own. Keeping with his prior idea of making Olivia's impatience a palpable element between them, Lincoln's fingers traced a path down Olivia's sides until they found their destination at the strings of her sweatpants. He swiftly untied the thin ribbons and pushed them down, taking every opportunity to feel her warm body underneath his hands. Her body responded to his touch in every way he could have dreamed of.
Lincoln bent down to grab the back of Olivia's thighs, hoisting her up against his chest and wrapping her legs around his waist. She giggled and kissed him as they moved to the nearby couch.
Lincoln cautiously sat down, adjusting her hips over his lap, and giving the telltale signs of his arousal. "I've wanted to kiss you since the day I met you. You're so amazing, Olivia, in everything you do," he leaned in to kiss her neck, "and everything you are."
A shiver ran up Olivia's spine as Lincoln touched her gently. "Why are you still wearing those?" she breathed, tugging at his belt buckle. Smiling, Lincoln suggested the bed instead of the couch.
"It is bigger," she implied of her bed, but planted a devious hand on his crotch, fingering the seams.
"God, woman, get going already!" Lincoln exhaled, persuading her to lead the way.
Olivia walked closely behind Lincoln, her hands guiding his hips in the right direction. Lincoln paused and was kicking off his boots while Olivia tugged his heavy cargos down to the floor before they even got through her bedroom doorway. She snaked her body back up to press her chest against his with no space offered in between them. Their eyes locked for a moment again before he kissed her, holding her close—never wanting to let go. He tenderly held her face in between his hands, ever so glad that he decided to grow a pair and finally show this woman how he felt about her.
Olivia pushed his hips back, and he fell against the bed, grabbing her arms and bringing her with him, playfully landing on his chest again. But Lincoln turned over, with Olivia on her back now. He stretched out over her, capturing her mouth with his again, pulling her silk black panties off her body. He couldn't wait to feel inside her, to finally have her the same way he does in his daydreams.
"My turn, Mister Tightpants," she said, pulling the elastic band of his briefs down. Suddenly, Lincoln remembered how Lee did it back in the maintenance closet, and he wondered how Olivia was going to react.
"Cute freckle," Olivia teased, touching the spot on his pelvic area before she happily pulled them down over his erect bulk.
Unexpectedly, he blushed at the flesh memory of being touched and teased by him, even as Olivia was doing it. He almost wanted to beg her to keep going, but he reminded himself that he was the one in charge; he was the one that wanted to draw out her pleasure.
He lowered himself down her body, flinging off his constraining briefs as he went, reaching his destination in the middle of her thighs. Looking back up at Olivia, he saw the want in her eyes, and knew this was when to take it slow. Grinning as mischievously as he did only a few hours ago in a maintenance closet, Lincoln's lips felt and kissed their path from the plush center of her thigh to the place where her leg and body met, her glorious feminine scent even stronger to him now.
Olivia breathed his name, urging him to relieve her of the pressure, writhing slightly beneath his crouched figure as his tongue met the soft bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance. Crying his name, she dug her fingers into his knotted hair, pressing him on. His tongue tortured her for far too long, sliding up and down her lips, and Olivia vocalized her impatience again. Reaching up to grab the headboard behind her, Olivia squeezed his neck with her powerful thighs and kindly threatened to suffocate him if he didn't give her release. Lincoln simply looked up at her with dark eyes and shook his head no, but this time slipped a finger inside her heated core to satisfy her. He curled it and dragged it out, joined by a second one before plunging back in. Olivia gasped at the intrusion that she had been begging for.
"Lincoln," she whimpered again, gripping his arms madly. "I need this," she begged.
"Oh I know, baby." Lincoln pressed another kiss to her, releasing his tongue into her mouth, and moving over her.
Olivia writhed beneath him, holding his face in her hands as she wrapped a leg around his side, but Lincoln stopped her before she could do it. Confused and frustrated, she opened her eyes, demanding an answer. But Lincoln merely pressed her thighs back down on each side of him, pressing himself closer to her center. Their bodies touched at their most vulnerable, making her whimper in anticipation. But before he finally let in and gave her what she wanted, Lincoln leaned over to admire her body stretched out beneath him, kissing a trail from between her breasts up to capture her pouty lips that were red with lust and longing for him, for Lincoln.
While he had Olivia locked in a kiss, he let go of her now-relaxed thighs, and pressed his cock deep into her. Literally having been taken off-guard, Olivia groaned her satisfaction at the sudden movement. Her thighs tensed up again, and she brought her knees up to steady herself as Lincoln began rocking into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer for a kiss, or rather (since their lovemaking was so electric) to keep their faces close while they held their mouths open and their eyes screwed shut. Not wanting to lose his control yet, Lincoln slowed down, and while he was still deep inside her, he thumbed her clit, increasing her pleasure and her moaning.
Olivia was almost through. His hands were so adept at electrifying her; she thought she would surely come undone right now. But she wanted to take control now; it was screaming at her underneath the waves of pleasure she was sure would erupt out of her if she didn't switch it up. Sure enough, as Lee had mentioned to Lincoln about all agent women, Olivia took advantage of Lincoln's vulnerable state and brought herself on top of him to triumphantly ride his hips. He had half-expected her to do it sooner; but after all the torture he had put on her earlier, he figured he'd let her do whatever she wanted now. Lincoln smiled widely to the woman above him, whose breasts were happily bouncing near his face.
"This," Lincoln thought to himself, "is right where I need to be."
Meanwhile in the Red Universe…
Agent Lee decided tonight would be the night. He had to talk to Liv. She'd been moody and tense at work, making concentrating on cases nearly impossible for Lee, especially since he had to be her comforter. He didn't mind being a beautiful woman's shoulder to cry on, he just wanted a little love in return.
Finally, Lee knocked on her apartment door, hoping she'd still be awake at this late hour.
"Hey!" Liv chirped as she opened the door for her friend. "Normally I'd be the one that comes over this late begging for a distraction, not the other way around."
Lee just stood there, silently looking Liv up and down. She was wearing a baggy grey t-shirt—one of Frank's that he left behind.
"Liv, take that off." Lee scolded, pointing to her shirt.
She looked at him harshly, questioning why he was here. "Why not." She stepped back and pulled it off quickly, throwing it directly at Lee's head. She stood her ground, wearing only black cotton tights and a white sports bra in front of Lee.
Furious, he plucked the shirt off his shoulder, which smelled just like Liv after a shower, and slammed the door behind him.
"That's not what I meant," Lee said. "We've talked about this, Liv. You need to get rid of Frank's things if you're going to get past this." He stepped closer to her.
She turned away from him, stomping her way back to her bedroom. Frustrated, Lee followed her, halting in the doorway as she picked another shirt—one of her own—to wear instead.
"Wait, don't…" he whispered.
Liv's hair flipped out behind her as she turned her head to look at Lee. "What?"
Lee stepped into the room, coming right up to her. "Don't find another shirt." He said quietly. She stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. Lee took his chance; he wove his fingers into her long red hair, pulling her head closer to his.
"Just forget him…forget Frank," Lee's nose brushed against Liv's.
She wanted to resist him, but then whom else could she turn to? He's always been the one she could turn to, the one that always loved her back no matter what.
His open lips came dangerously close to hers, feeling her breath on his wet lips.
"Lincoln," Liv whispered softly, " I…"
"Shh," he replied, pulling her into the heated kiss he's been dying to give her.
She finally let go of all prior inhibitions to letting Lincoln Lee kiss her; his lips so sure and inviting, working magic on her mouth made Liv's knees feel a little weak. Little did she know that Lee had a ring in his back pocket.