Hello my fellow Fringies! I decided to make this a full-fledged story. I had a demand for it so I decided to give my fans what they wanted!
As I mentioned in chapter one, this will be modeled after the Brown Betty episode, because it is my muse episode. Everything I write comes from that gorgeous episode. So how P&O looked in that episode is the way they look here. Remember no mechanical heart is in this, but the gadgets & Watchers are. This fic won't be all smut…sorry to disappoint you, but it will be peppered throughout.
This will get a little smutty! I must give a shout out to Kadyn who writes some of the smuttiest smut around and makes it difficult for us to write as good as she does! But she is a HUGE inspiration to me regarding smut, among other fic writers (they know who they are).
I'd like to thanks Asha710, HeartandImagination & ab89us for their help with this…I gave them a question and they answered it. So ladies I dedicate this to you! Enjoy!
I don't own Fringe…if I did, well, let's just say it would get a little steamier on screen…
A few song lyrics are used as well in this, I sadly do not own their genius…
This fic is rated M for smut, swearing, violence, etc…all the things that M is rated for.
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Olivia woke to the smell of two things, bacon and Peter. She slowly opened her eyes and realized that she was in Peter's amazingly fluffy and very comfortable bed. Her head was swimming, swimming with the memories of the previous night, of the momentous lovemaking sessions they had…three to be exact, each one better and more potent than the other. Her body was sore, but in a good way, in the best way possible. She smiled to herself as she rolled over and buried her face in his pillow, inhaling the unique scent that is the man she loves.
Stretching her gorgeous naked body she wrapped a sheet around her and made her way to the source of the second smell. Upon entering the kitchen Olivia spotted the most magnificent sight she has ever seen, Peter Bishop in his singlet, boxers and nothing else, moving around the kitchen with ease and perfection. Olivia stopped at the door and took it in, took the sights, the sounds, the smells…she could definitely get used to this. She could get used to waking up every morning to this man and this life that they have made for themselves.
Olivia strolled over to him and kissed his shoulder, Peter turned around and smiled at his goddess draped in white "Good Morning beautiful, coffee?" he asked as he kissed her.
"Mmmm, yes please," she murmured against his lips returning the smile.
Peter moved to the coffee pot, grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured her a cup of black brew. As he dropped a spoonful of white sweetness in the black void, the clink of the metal spoon against the hot ceramic made music, he began to stir it dutifully.
"Black with one sugar, just the way you like it," he said as he handed her the mug.
Taking a sip of the steaming hot coffee, she smiled and brushed her hand across his cheek as a thank you.
"You amaze me you know that?" she said to him as she placed the coffee cup on the kitchen counter.
"Whatever my lady wants, my lady gets," he riposted with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Oh really…whatever I want, huh?" Olivia answered him with a raise of her eyebrow.
Olivia sauntered over to the butcher block in the middle of the kitchen, dropped the sheet to the floor, as it revealed her sex ravaged body and leaned back. Peter's eyes gazed over her body, her luscious, tight, sensual body, his for the taking. As Peter turned the stove off, Olivia eyed him as he approached her slowly, ran his fingers in her hair and seized her head roughly and hungrily brought her lips to his, consuming her completely. Olivia gasped at the voltage of the kiss.
Peter's hungry lips didn't give Olivia a chance to make any other sounds at all as the power of the kiss threw her off balance for a second. She gained her composure back and kissed him back fiercely. Her hands traveled down his taut, polished body to his glorious waist and slipped her fingers underneath his singlet and slowly pushed it up and off his body, kissing the exposed skin that appeared under her adept fingers. Olivia bit her bottom lip and lightly scratched her way down Peter's muscular chest, as it elevated with anticipation, to his hips as her fingers sunk below the waistband of his boxers and drew them down to join the lonely sheet she abandoned earlier.
As Olivia made her way back up his body, she kissed his thigh, his iliac crest, his stomach, his shoulder and finally his lips. Peter's body tingled with every kiss to his smoldering skin, making sure that she left sweltering reminders that he belonged to her and only her. Peter clutched Olivia to his heated body and hoisted her up on the butcher block as he kissed her aggressively. Olivia's mouth fed on Peter's in a kiss that could stop time, stop all brain activity and shoot all functioning blood straight to one throbbing place. As Peter stood in the middle of her legs, he gripped her hips and pulled them roughly toward him making her feel with conviction his want for her. He was harder than a diamond and Olivia felt him pulsate against her core, she relished it. Olivia moved her hands down his sinewy back to his chiseled ass and dug her nails in, making him hiss with pleasure.
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The movement of their bodies knocked over a few condiments that were housed on the butcher block. Rolling off and crashing onto the floor, the bottle of Tabasco sauce splattered itself on the pristine floor. The shattered glass roused them out of their passion and made them both look at the mess. Looking down to see what else may have fallen, Peter eyed a bottle of honey that had tipped over and had started to roll towards Olivia's legs.
Smirking to himself, Peter lustfully looked at Olivia, his eyes pierced through her, he took the bottle of honey, opened it, dipped his finger in it and swirled it around and got his finger nice and saturated with the sweet, sticky nectar. Peter took his soaked finger and proceeded to outline Olivia's nipples, making sure that every inch of those succulent, red, delicious parts of her were drenched in the sweet stuff. Peter wasted no time in feasting on her nipples, taking turns with each, lavishing them enthusiastically in his mouth and sucking on them with the greediest of intentions.
Olivia watched as Peter nibbled on her, soon both breasts were sticky and satisfied. A smile grew on Peter's sultry lips, as Olivia sucked at his lips, carnivorous and impatient for a taste of him.
Olivia's eyes clouded over with lust as a naughty thought danced in her head. Pushing Peter away from her slightly, Olivia grabbed the bottle of honey, took Peter's hand in hers and dipped two of his fingers all the way to the bottom of the jar, drew them out and then dragged a trail from her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, all the way down to her molten root. Peter's eyes were transfixed, he watched her like a man possessed, watched as their fingers left a silky path of liquid gold down her insatiable body to the eye of her storm, her vibrating, slick, plush center as she dipped his viscous fingers inside her. Peter watched as his fingers disappeared inside her over and over, he watched as she breathed moans and gasps, hissed his name and squealed as she journeyed toward oblivion. She felt like a phoenix being reborn, the fire in her all consuming, she rose again and again from the wildfire that dominated her.
Peter couldn't resist the temptation of her stunning body, glowing with heat, with the luster of honey and the pale blush that dusted itself over her alabaster skin. Peter looked at Olivia's face and the divine passion that passed over it. He proceeded to kiss the path that their fingers mapped, he knelt down an obliged her, obliged his tongue as it licked at her fingers, licked at his fingers and the beauty they prolonged out of her. Peter kissed her thighs his stubble scratching a fire against her sex sensitive skin, lapped up what was left before he dove into the inviting and glistening depths of her inner sanctum. Peter indulged in the sticky sweet honey that mixed with Olivia, the tastes that were on his tongue were heavenly, no words to describe. Olivia took her fingers and ran them through Peter's smooth locks, guiding him to just the right spots that would make her quiver.
Peter's tongue dug deep into her, deeper than he has ever thought possible. He felt her; felt her walls around him, felt the awesome tremor through her body, felt her close. Her moaning and growling driving him mad, driving him to suck and slurp her thoroughly, matching her moans with his own, letting her pleasure match his own. Sounds of pure, unadulterated bliss escaped his lips as his mouth and tongue pleasured her fully. His voice almost unrecognizable to his ears as the animalistic part of his brain took over. Olivia's body finally relented and released much to Peter's absolute delight. Her juices oozed out of her, dripping all over him like a ball of wax, his mouth bathed in her candied love. Sopping up the remnants of Olivia, Peter made his way back up her sublime curves, kissing and teasing her body. Capturing her lips with his, still painted with her honey flavored juices.
"Mmmmm, I taste good," Olivia strummed against Peter's lips.
"Yes you do, baby" Peter answered as his brain processed the sexiest four words in the English language.
Peter looked at Olivia with eyes feverish, eyes so fierce, with so much lust and wanton that he was afraid he'd hurt her. She tasted herself on him and loved it. Peter's body began to tremble; he needed to be inside her, needed to fuck her until she lost her mind. With his cock twitching Peter entered Olivia like a jackhammer breaking concrete. His hips battered into her like a freight train with no brakes. His mouth descended onto hers and the heat from the kiss felt like it could have scorched metal.
Their tongues battled in the age old duel that lovers fought and won time and time again. His kiss became rough, almost painful as his brain replayed over and over the words she said to him. Those words that fogged his brain, those words that guided his hips to the place that made Olivia scream a high pitched yelp; those words that made him fuck her violently.
"You feel so good inside me," she purred in to his ear as sweat started to form on her body.
"I love being inside you," Peter breathed heavily back at her, rapture speeding through him.
Peter rasped his teeth down to her breast, still tasting the lingering honey that was now mixed with her sweat. Licking the sweat and honey off her skin, he clamped her tight to him; her taut body molded perfectly to his and lifted her off the butcher block. His body was aching, aching to be submerged deep within her, to the hilt, to that place that made the colors dance behind his eyes. Every muscle in Peter's body was a live wire, his body searing with the feel of her against him. Every part of him that connected with her was ablaze, his thighs, his chest, and his hands all thumping with the feel of Olivia against him. Walking and kissing Olivia at the same time proved to be a feat for Peter, one that he was determined to master. He stopped kissing her a moment, much to her protests and adjusted her in his arms. He was determined to make it, make it to the bed and fuck her, so hard he wants her heart to stop when he makes her come.
The frenzy through his body almost stops him, his legs felt like he had been running a marathon, his lungs ached, his chest tightened and his eyes blurred, but he didn't want to stop, but he did, dead in his tracks. He can't wait until he gets to his bedroom he wants, needs, demands her now. Peter guides them to the chaise lounge chair in his living room, the leather beckoning them to cool their heated bodies on. As he leaned back with Olivia on top of him, she pressed her sticky breasts to his smooth, sweat sheened chest. Peter loved having Olivia on top of him, loved feeling her legs straddle him, loved that he got to look at this diva, her body undulating and swaying with desire. Olivia's body burned up, fired by the inferno radiating from Peter's hands and lips as they enveloped her.
Olivia instantly resumed what she and Peter had started in the kitchen. She surged her hips, making deep figure eights that had Peter gripping her for dear life. Olivia leaned her body into his, kissing him solidly, moaning his name onto his lips. Peter's hands traveled to her superb ass and slid her in place, locking her to him for good. With her hands on head rest of the chaise, Olivia slowed her pace and with every revolution of her hips, her breath hitched and his growled in his chest. Their eyes sealed them closer than any kiss, closer than speech, he watched as she lustfully lingered out his passion, drew out his strength, and drew out the very core of him. Peter moved his eyes slowly down her tantalizing body to where she was connected to him, where her foundation met the crux of him. He loved to watch her body partake in his with every rock of her hips, every whimper and gasp that left her lips and every sizzling kiss she branded on him.
Olivia caught Peter's eyes wandering down her body and smirked at him, a sinful thought formed in her head. She wanted to make Peter suffer, she ran her hands up and down his chest provocatively and purred at him, "You like to watch, don't you? You like to watch me fuck you, huh? You naughty boy, you need to be punished," she scolded him as she kissed and nipped at his neck, she unhooked herself from him, slithered down his body and delicately reached for his pulsating cock.
Edging him into her enticing mouth, Olivia wickedly sucked at Peter, making his body reverberate the passion and sensations her talented tongue was giving him. Peter watched as his cock sank deeper and deeper in her mouth, her lips humming against the nerve endings that felt like they were raw and exposed, electricity shooting through his body. Threading his fingers through her luxurious flaxen tresses, Peter moaned "Livia, baby, don't stop, please," as he kept his eyes fixed to her mesmerizing mouth. His moans grew louder and louder with each swipe of her tongue against him.
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Olivia's tongue traced its way down Peter's hard and sizeable shaft, mapping out the desire that coursed through her. She stroked it deliberately and made Peter hitch his ragged breath. Olivia's lips swirled the head of Peter's cock with such perfection that Peter thought he would cum right then and there.
"Those lips feel so incredible on me," Peter moaned his voice laced with delirium.
As Peter's hips bucked, Olivia's ministrations increased. Her mouth and hand worked in synchronicity to bring him so much pleasure that he cried out with untamed abandon. Olivia delved down to the root of him, the very essence of ecstasy and ever so slowly blazed her way back up his cock, flicking her tongue against the swollen head, her hand corkscrewing its way as it shadowed her agile tongue. Olivia's eyes were piercing him with every stroke of her tongue, every twist of her wrist and every smack of her lips against his engorged cock.
Olivia's pace slowed and it made Peter's intensity rise, his arousal reaching its highest peak, his desperation to be inside her again stronger than ever. As Peter's hand started fisting Olivia's hair, she knew he was getting closer to his apex; she released her wicked mouth from him and prowled back up his shaking body. Her mouth descended towards his only to stop millimeters from Peter's juicy lips, as his tongue fluttered against her lips, a smile ghosting itself across her red, euphoric lips.
Peter took her hips in his hands and bulldozed himself deep inside her, as Olivia bit down on his lip, her body reacting to the storm that engulfed her. Tasting the salty blood on his lips, Peter moved his tongue across his punctured lip and smirked at her with joy as she sucked at the claret.
His lips finally covered hers with the utmost urgency that it bordered on the savage. Peter's hands slid from her rocking hips to her heavenly ass as he helped guide her to the pinnacle. Olivia leaned into Peter, her breasts rubbing up against his hard chest as her mouth passionately engulfed his in a kiss that broke him, his primal voice snarling to the surface.
Incoherent thoughts passed through his head, emotions gripped his heart and taunted his soul he was lost, gone, dissolved in the act that nearly killed him. As Peter sat up, he clutched Olivia so close to him that he almost passed through her. His hips were relentless, pitching up inside her, impaling her as he pounded into her with such force that the earth actually moved. Tears formed in his eyes, glossed the windows of his soul with a mist that shone of love. He was moved, moved to the point of tears, moved with so much love that he surrendered completely.
Olivia saw the tears in Peter's eyes and cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, pouring all of her love into him, mingling their cosmic flames into one blazing inferno that threatened to consume them both. Olivia kept kissing him, kept her hips in a steady motion and kept her body in a constant state of want. She finally released him from the kiss and moved her hands behind her, placing them firmly on top of his thighs. As Peter kept a hold of Olivia, she arched her back pushing her nectarous breasts to the sky, nipples at full salute. With her eyes closed, lips parted and hair tousled and breathing ragged Olivia began her final assault.
Rising up slightly off of him, Olivia slammed her pelvis back onto his scraping her hip bones against his roughly, leaving bruises. Rising again and again, Olivia didn't stop, she was like a madwoman, thrashing and punishing him to the point of obliteration. Her turning point was cresting; she could feel her stomach churning with that familiar sensation. Her walls clenched Peter, constricting around him, making him scream at the top of his lungs "Fuck! Livia! Fuck, I'm gonna come!" sweat dripping down his face.
"Fill me up, sweetheart!" she hissed at him, completely consumed by her passion.
Peter couldn't hold it in any longer, his floodgate opened and gushed inside Olivia with jet propulsion that her body convulsed as her orgasm rocketed through her body as it stiffened and collapsed on top of Peter, spent and exhausted. Wrapping his arms around her, brushing strands of sweat strewn hair away from her face, he placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.
"I don't think I can move…you destroyed me, baby, ruined me for all other women," Peter joked as his lips swept across her forehead.
"Very funny Bishop, don't even think about it. You belong with me, no other woman can fuck you like I can," she assured him.
"I don't want any other woman. As far as I am concerned my life started the moment I met you. Nothing will change that. The only love there is, is the love we make. I love you, you own my heart and mind" he said as he brought her face up to look at him in the eyes.
"My heart, body and soul are yours, I love you and only you, you are the love of my life," she confessed with tears in her eyes.
Smiling at her with adoration he knew he would worship her until the light in his eyes was extinguished forever. Snuggling into him and sighing with happiness, she yawned and drifted off to sleep, content and satisfied. Peter watched her drift towards dream land, vowing to his heart and hers that he would love her until the end of time.
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Well my friends, I hope you enjoyed that. Please let me know what you think by leaving a review…even if it is just one word. Don't forget to watch the season finale this Friday…cuz you know it is the day all of Fringedom has been waiting for!