A/N: One more day until Fringe Friday!

Title: Bound and Dangerous

Olivia's night had been far from restful. Between nightmares of her telling Peter that she couldn't be with him and him walking away to never come back and ones where her alternate self came back and together her and Peter left back for the other universe to be together she didn't really stand a chance for any quality sleep. She only tossed and turned the entire night; waking every hour with the urge to see if Peter was still there. Finally on the fourth time waking up she decided to indulge her subconscious that screamed that he wouldn't be there and snuck out of her room to check on him. She tip-toed across the living room and holding her breath she slowly cracked his bedroom door open to peek inside. Letting out the breath she held in a quiet and steady rush she took note that 'yes', he as definitely still here. His toned body lay sprawled out across the bed, stomach down and dressed in only boxers, and soft snores filled the room. Olivia silently chuckled before her gaze fell upon the curve of his bare back and then down to his backside and the urge to touch and really feel him beneath her hands and body was becoming overwhelming. Biting down hard on her lower lip she slipped back out before she did something foolish, quietly shutting the door behind her.

Sneaking back to her room, she silently chafed at how much his body affected hers. Why couldn't she have been partnered with someone hideous? Maybe then it wouldn't be so hard to resist him. Throwing herself back into bed, Olivia tossed and turned some more trying to get comfortable but gave up quickly when she realized she wasn't going to be getting any sleep when her body and mind could not get the image of her half naked partner just twenty feet from where she lay out. Her body felt like it had its own deep frequency that hummed to a tune that was long forgotten; one that required a release she hadn't had in months. Sighing in frustration she slipped her pajama shorts and underwear off and kicked them to the floor before letting her knees drop to the sides. Knowing she wouldn't need all the pre-stuff her fingers immediately went to her center and pressed against the spot she knew would bring her to the edge.

Peter woke and looked around almost frantically trying to find the sound that had brought him from his dream state and realized it had to have to have been the sound of his bedroom door closing. He waited a minute, listening carefully for any further noises and he heard another door in the cabin softly shutting. It had to be his temporary roommate who had a penchant for insomniac tendencies. Waiting another minute he slid out of bed and quietly snuck out of his room and across to hers. Not wanting to wake her in case she really was asleep and he was just imagining things, he pressed his ear to her door and waited. When no sounds could be heard he pulled back but then a small gasp caught his attention and he pressed his ear back to the door.

What if she was hurt? What if it was a nightmare?

Peter fought the urge to break down her door and come to her rescue but what he heard next made his body flush with the type of heat that had nothing to do with the external temperature. A whimper. A soft but totally sexual whimper that brought his body from normal status to flaring with need in a matter of seconds. He mentally scolded himself for eaves dropping and took a step back to retreat to his room, but he was drawn back despite himself in hopes of hearing more. A quiet gasp came from her room followed by a low moan that made his body tremble. He needed to get away from this door before he did something stupid like barge in and help her or come just listening to her. Backing away and very ready to leave her to her own devices, Peter was shocked to stillness when he heard her gasp his name followed by a dampened cry of pleasure; as if she had turned her face into a pillow to lessen the noise.

OhGodohGodohGodohGod!

Peter made fists so tight that the short nails of his fingers bit into his palms.

He wanted her.

Needed her right this minute.

The only thing stopping him was that she would know he was listening if he said something now and that would be potentially embarrassing for both of them. Forcing his legs to move he returned to his room, very aware of the pressing problem between his legs that wasn't lessening anytime soon. Seemed like he too was going to have to take care of something if he was going to sleep.

OPOPOPOP

Breakfast was awkward at best. Neither really looked the other in the eye as Peter made them both breakfast. It took all of Peter's focus on the periodic table for him not to stare at her long bare legs. Apparently she had unconsciously decided to drive him crazy by wearing a tight t-shirt and bikini bottoms with little straps on the sides.

They had just finished eating when there was a knock on the door. Olivia wordlessly got up and let Sam in and returned to the kitchen where Peter stood leaning against the countertop.

"Hey kiddos, what's shake'n?" Sam asked with a goofy grin as if he knew what had happened the night before.

Peter and Olivia only gave a bemused look before Sam continued.

"You two have come quite a ways and I don't think we'll need to drag this out much longer," Sam said cheerfully.

"Great! When can we leave?" Olivia asked.

"Not quite yet," Sam said. "Now why don't you two take a seat on the couch."

Peter and Olivia did as they were told, sitting beside each other with a foot between them.

"Closer…" Sam instructed bring his hands together as if they needed the visual.

Peter and Olivia slowly inched closer together, not willing to look at the other.

"Okaaaay?" Peter asked dryly.

"Perfect!" Sam exclaimed and in a flurry of motion that Olivia and Peter were hardly able to react to until they felt cold metal on their wrists.

They both jerked their hands to their bodies and winced when it only caused them pain.

"What the?" Peter shot to his feet, hoisting Olivia's hand up with him.

"You'd better get the key out now, Sam," Olivia narrowed her gaze at him.

"Not for two days," Sam said and got to his feet.

"WHAT?" They both yelled as one.

"I think you heard me," Sam laughed. "Good luck! And try not to kill each other."

"Nononononono!" Olivia half yelled already in motion and dragging Peter behind her who tripped over furniture and only succeeded in dragging Olivia down to the ground with him, but the door was already shut behind Sam leaving the duo behind in a tangle of limbs on the ground. "Oh God…" Olivia groaned.

"This isn't going to be pretty is it…" Peter sighed in defeat.

"We've got to find a way out of these," Olivia said, panic leaking into her voice. "Can't you pick these?"

"I didn't exactly bring my lock picking kit with me," Peter said sadly. "Look, Livia, we're going to be okay and we're going to get through this."

Olivia gave him a half hearted glare. "I don't know…"

"Chin up," Peter shucked her chin gently and smiled. "We've survived much worse between the two of us, right?"

"I guess we'll find out," Olivia said heaving a sigh.

"So what do you want to do?" Peter asked, trying to stay positive.

"How about we take a hike?" Olivia asked, finally able to separate her legs from his and trying not to blush at how nice his legs felt tangled with hers.

"Sounds good," Peter said, helping her to her feet.

"Thanks," Olivia said. "If it's alright with you I think I'm going to find some shorts to wear."

"I guess…" He tried to give her a heartbroken look but she just slugged him in the shoulder.

Olivia led them across the room and crossed the threshold of her bedroom. Peter tried not to stare around him, but when his eyes caught sight of her bed he stumbled to keep up with Olivia when his legs had frozen from underneath him. This was the bed that she had been laying on when he'd heard those noises that had made him hotter than he'd ever been in his life.

"You okay?" Olivia asked, pausing to look back at him.

"Yeah!" Peter croaked and cleared his throat.

She gave him a look of disbelief before grabbing a pair of shorts from her open suitcase and slipping them on and Peter tried his hardest not to stare, knowing his mind wanted to rewind the moment.

"Shall we?" Olivia asked, snapping Peter out of his reverie.

"Yeah, let's go," Peter slipped his hand into hers and together they walked out of the cabin and headed toward a trail.