The Drabble Diaries
by Tomoyo-chan
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything other than DVDs.
Joke - June 19, 2012
He never expected Olivia to take him dancing. Or lead him out to the floor. It was just a country bar, but it was more than he ever expected.
Peter slipped his hands around her waist, cupping her hips. One hand held warm flesh, but the other skittered over hard edges.
"That a gun in your pocket." He quipped, knowing she would get the joke.
"Hmm." She smiled, still red hair swaying.
"Come on, you like my sense of humor."
"Only when your hand's not on my gun."
"Right, hands off the gun." He moved to slid his hand up her hips, she she reached around and moved his hands to rest atop where the pockets of her pants were situated.
"That's a little better," she said, grinning up at him.
I was rewatching old Fringe episodes and in one he puts his hands around her ass and my mom said 'That's so sexy, hand right on her gun" in this really flat tone. Of course I had to run with it. Fauxlivia of course, doesn't get the joke.
~Tomoyo-chan
