Hello Fringes! Well, here it is, finally, another chapter in what has become my favorite story so far. Do not fret! I have not forgotten my other one, I will be updating that one as well, I have just been having this one on the brain lately.
Just a reminder…this will have a plot, it won't be all smut…don't be sad, it will still be a major part of the story. I will also be bringing Peter's past into this and Charlie will be in this, too, (in later chapters) because I love him!
This fic is rated M…for obvious reasons! There is some whump in this…so be warned.
I may be using song lyrics or lines from TV shows or films. I don't own their genius. Maybe a line or two from Fringe as well.
I do not own Fringe…we all should be so damn lucky!
This chapter is dedicated to Lyn (runpaceyrun), because she finally got to meet Joshua Jackson! Hope you like it!
One last note…I have a feeling this will be a longer chapter than usual…needs to be in order for me to get it all across! Hope you don't mind?
A/N: Italics mean inner thoughts or monologues.
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Peter woke up in Olivia's bed to the most beautiful sight in the world, Olivia naked and asleep on his bare chest. He couldn't help but smirk, he never wanted it to end, never wanted to get up, wanted to always be like this with her. He kissed her head and inhaled the amazing scent of a woman, a woman he never wanted to let go, a woman he loved…a woman he'd die for. The essence of Olivia swirled in his brain, he wanted to remember it forever, wanted it to be the last thing he remembered when the day comes for him to leave this planet. It is the most beautiful smell in the world, the smell of hope, promise and the most amazing sex he has ever had. No woman that Peter had ever been with could ever compare, but then again, he had never loved those women the way he had Olivia. He had never been so deeply in love that he felt such pain and loss when she is not with him. The morning air in Olivia's bedroom was assaulted by the shrill ring of her phone. Olivia groaned and scrunched her face as she rubbed it against Peter's chest, she groggily slid her naked breasts across his heated chest as she reached over and looked at the intruder calling.
"Hi Rachel, what's up?" she asked her sister with a slight husk in her voice. Peter watched as Olivia lifted herself off of him and stretched her gorgeous au naturel body as she reached for his discarded shirt on the floor.
Olivia then got up and made her way to the kitchen, as she took the offending object with her, knowing that if she didn't get some coffee in her she'd be unbearable. Peter watched her go, watched her move in his shirt like a goddess. He was happy, knowing that her scent would permeate his shirt and he'd always have her with him.
The last two months had been like a dream, perfect in every way. Peter and Olivia had become more than a couple, more than lovers, they had become one…twin flames is term. They worked cases together, got into scuffles together, argued, made up, laughed together and all the while falling deeper and deeper in love with each other. Their fate, it seemed, was destined.
Once Peter entered the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of Olivia as she leaned seductively against the kitchen counter. Her elbows helped prop her up, her ass swayed back and forth as she giggled at something her sister said. Peter took an audible breath and cursed Rachel for being on the phone with her that fact prevented him from what he coveted, that glorious round, tight, supple flesh she so deliciously flaunted for him and only him
Peter approached her from behind as he caressed her hips and nuzzled his body against her back, as Olivia leaned up and into him. He kissed the shell of her ear, pulled her flush against him and she felt just how awake he was. Olivia audibly gasped as a yelp left her lips, "Yeah, I'm fine, Rach, just distracted for a second…go on," Olivia said as she tried to compose herself.
Peter's lips didn't let up for one second, they traveled from her ear to her neck, he took one shoulder of his shirt down and nipped at her silky skin and back up again to her neck. Peter found that special spot that always drove her crazy and zeroed in on it, relentless in his kisses. Olivia felt herself get weaker and hotter at the same time, Olivia made a choice to cut the imposing phone call short.
"Rach, I'm sorry, I have to go, something is burning, but I will see you and Ella soon, I love you," she breathed out all in one breath, she turned around and faced Peter as she aggressively hung up the phone. As Olivia tossed the phone onto the kitchen table, she let the fire that burned in her start to consume her. Peter beamed as he witnessed her take charge of the situation and clutched his ass and pulled him to her so she was pressed against the counter, the edge dug into her lower back. As her kisses became urgent, the passion deepened as the smoldering embers heated and cooled over and over.
Peter picked her up and kissed her boisterously, sat her on the counter and ripped his shirt off of her. Olivia's grin and raised eyebrow egged him on, as his adrenaline coursed through him at a higher speed. Olivia wrapped her arms around him and gladly reciprocated his kiss, she poured her love and soul into the kiss. Her lips savored his sweet taste and enjoyed the scrape of his cheeks and chin under her hands as they traced and memorized every feature of his exquisite face. Olivia's hands indulged in Peter's hard body pressed up against hers. Her hands glided down his sleek body and with skillful hands removed his suppressive boxers as they revealed his throbbing manhood.
As Peter slithered down her body, he made sure that every inch of her was attended to, he left nothing untouched or neglected. Olivia's body reacted like a sponge to water, as her thirsty body absorbed every kiss and sensation that Peter's tongue and lips settled on her parched skin. As Peter moved down her body, Olivia's passion dominated her, engulfed her and devoured her senses to the point of overload. The sensation of Peter and his love had begun to scare her, scare her to the point where she lost all control, and to Olivia that was a fate worse than death.
Peter's tongue hitched inside her core, as he prodded and rummaged his way to the center of her. Olivia's eyes burst with colors, the ones that are filled with the passion of every universe imaginable. Her eyes struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, the tears of all consuming love. The kind of love that legends are formed with, the kind of love that is chiseled into the stone sanctuaries that will stand the test of time, the kind of love Peter had for Olivia and the love she had for him.
"Stop, Peter, please stop," she uttered with a shaky tone to her voice.
Peter stopped his ministration and looked up at her with confusion, his brow furrowed and worry etched on his features, "Olivia, did I hurt you, sweetheart?" question laced his tone.
She pushed herself off the counter, procured his discarded shirt from the floor and brushed passed him towards her living room. The tears had begun to stream down her face; she couldn't and didn't want to stop them. She was overwhelmed by the emotion that barreled through her that she couldn't control it and that scared her the most.
Peter stood in her kitchen, naked and confused. He wracked his brain to see what he might have done to scare her so much. He went over every single detail of what they did since the moment they woke and he couldn't find the answer. He had no choice but to ask her and pray that she would tell him. As he grabbed his boxers from the kitchen floor, he padded his way to her and found her as she stared out the window, sunlight flickered on her face. The sight of her stopped him cold, she was heartbreakingly breathtaking. Her vulnerability illuminated her completely, she glowed with it and that made him smile.
"Livia, please tell me what happened? What did I do to scare you so much?" he asked an arm's length away from her.
Olivia turned and faced him, the tracks of her tears glimmered in the sunlight. She wiped her tears away and sighed, deep and full. She approached him slowly took a hold of his left hand and put it on her wildly beating heart. She gazed at him and locked her eyes on his and whispered "Can you feel my heartbeat?" she asked simply. Peter nodded his head wordlessly as he waited for her to continue. "That is how much I love you, that is how deeply I am in love with you," she professed to him "Peter, I'm scared," she said in a hushed tone, barely audible. Peter cupped her cheek and answered "Don't be," he reassured her with a loving smile.
"That is how much you love me and it scares me. It scared me to know that I have someone in my life, so in love with me, that I lost control," she finally confessed to him, her body closer to his than before.
Peter sighed with relief and chuckled, "I made the strong-willed, tough as nails Olivia Dunham lose control. Wow, nice notch in my belt," he smirked at her as he wrapped his arms around her again. Olivia playfully punched him and said "It's not funny; you know how I hate to lose control. I panicked because it means that if anything happened to you I…" she couldn't finish that sentence, tears streamed down her face again.
"Hey, hey, sweetheart, no tears. I am not going anywhere, okay? You are stuck with me, so get used to it," he retorted with a proud smile on his face.
"I know, it's just…I lost one man I loved I don't know if I can handle losing another, especially you, Peter," she said with vexation in her voice.
Peter swayed her back and forth a few times and kissed her head, he reassured her, silently that he is hers, forever and that nothing and no one will ever change that. Olivia squeezed him tighter and sniffled against his chest. Peter could feel her body begin to relax a bit and decided to break the hug, grasped her hand and led her back to the kitchen to finally make breakfast and get the day started.
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Olivia anxiously paced her apartment, she was nervous, happy and excited. Rachel and Ella arrived for their weeklong visit and she couldn't wait to finally introduce her family to Peter. The frightened feeling that she had of her losing Peter had started to dissipate. She had begun to take control again and not just in their partnership, but in everything, bedroom included, without a single complaint from Peter. Their happiness was real again…but real is a matter of perception.
"Will you relax? If you pace anymore you will wear a hole in that carpet," he said as he sat and read the morning paper.
"I can't stop I am so excited to see Rachel and Ella! I've missed them so much," Olivia answered out of breath.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang and Olivia launched herself toward the door and flung it open. Three high pitched squeals in unison came from the front door that Peter made his way to see what the commotion was about.
As Peter immerged from the living room, he watched Olivia hug and kiss her sister and niece, his heart danced in happiness. He knew how close Olivia is with her sister and niece and to see it first hand, made him proud. As he stood with his hands in his pockets and his body leaned against the wall, he cleared his throat, his presence to be known.
"Peter…I am sorry, we got a little carried away. Rachel, Ella, I'd like to introduce you to Peter Bishop," her smile evidence of her love and pride for him.
"Ladies, it's a pleasure to finally meet you both," Peter said with that devilish grin that always made Olivia melt.
"Are you my Uncle?" Ella questioned as Peter knelt in front of her and tweaked her nose.
"Ella!" Rachel scolded "Peter, I am sorry about that, she has been anxious to meet you, we both have," Rachel apologized to him as she smiled a smile like Olivia's but not quite as bright.
"It's okay, Rachel. Ella, I am your Aunt Olivia's boyfriend, you can call me Uncle Peter if you like and if your mother gives you permission, okay?" Peter explained to the seven year old.
Ella smiled at Peter and saw the light in her eyes, the same light Olivia had. He knew that he would love these two women as he would a real sister and niece, he would protect them as only an older brother and uncle could. Maybe one day, I will be your Uncle for real Ella, one day soon Peter thought as he reflected on the scene of the love of his life interacting with her family.
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Peter lay in his big bed alone, as thoughts of Olivia crept in his brain, he missed her with every ache of his heart. Her aura still saturated his sheets, the vision of her gorgeous naked body draped across his and her breath fanning his chest. He closed his eyes and savored the memory that was so real he swore he could feel her heated lips on his. He and Olivia had decided that since they weren't officially married that it would be best to sleep separately, away from each other. He wanted to be respectful to Rachel and Ella, he knew how much it would mean to her and he knew that Olivia wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. Even though he felt pain like never before, he trudged through it, as he took comfort in the fact that Olivia was in the exact same pain.
He had a whole day of fun planned for his girls, that's what he liked to call them and frankly that's what they were. Peter was proud to call them the women in his life, his family, his heart and his world. There was no doubt in his mind that one day all of that would be true, that Olivia would be his wife and Ella could proudly and for real call him her Uncle.
He sighed deeply, ran a hand down his face, got up and made his way to the kitchen. Peter grabbed the coffee and made himself a cup of sauce that would get him through the day he had planned. A smirk staggered across his face as he thought of the adventure today had in store for all of them. Little did Peter know that a bit of danger would be peppered in the day as well. His past, the past he hadn't so boastfully replayed to anyone that asked, would be making its presence known.
The darker side of his past, the part he was determined to keep from Olivia, to keep her safe from. Just as she was terrified of losing him, Peter would end his life if she were taken from him. He wouldn't hesitate, wouldn't care, he'd have nothing left; he'd be hollow, desolate, forsaken without his twin flame to help guide him and keep his soul intact.
Peter made his way up the stairs to Olivia's apartment, a slight spring in his step at the thought of seeing the lovely ladies that occupied his second favorite place. As he knocked, he could hear the scampering of little feet as the door opened with some effort. His eyes fell on Ella dressed in her best outfit, her hair in ponytails and her saddle shoes shining brightly. Rachel followed quickly behind, as she heard her daughter squeak "Peter!" with zeal in her voice.
Peter crouched down and chucked Ella under her chin and said "Morning, kiddo, are you excited about today?" he asked with a wide grin on his face.
"She hasn't stopped talking about it all morning," Olivia replied as she exited from her kitchen.
Peter stood up and kissed her on the lips, a sweet, innocent kiss, but with all the love in his heart. Olivia smiled at him and silently acknowledged what his heart had conveyed in that kiss, the ache and the longing reciprocated.
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The Dunham girls found themselves at a carnival in Cape Cod that came around the same time every year. Peter knew that they would have fun, especially Ella, she could be the gregarious little girl that he knew her to be. It gave them a chance to be a real family, to spend the day without cases, riff raff or weird connections clogging up their time, just fun, sun and the best company on earth.
Ella rattled off everything she wanted to ride on, eat and all the stuffed animals Uncle Peter was going to win for her. She had that Dunham fire, that fierce drive and determination that was embedded in the Dunham DNA and hoped that his and Olivia's kids would one day have the same fire. She was like a whirlwind, get caught in her path and you will get sucked up in her enthusiasm…guaranteed.
"Mom, can I go on the roller coaster? Please?" Ella begged her mother, batting her lashes in hopes that gesture would work.
"I don't know Ella, it looks dangerous, and you know I don't like those things," Rachel informed her daughter.
Frowning, Ella was about to pout more, but then her prayers were answered "I'll go with you, baby girl, I like a little bit of danger," she winked at Peter, she knew he would get her meaning. Olivia reached for Ella's hand as she started running towards the roller coaster, her seven year old self taking over.
"Be careful!" Rachel yelled after them as she watched her sister and daughter board the roller coaster car.
"Sometimes I wonder who the older sister is…" she said half to herself and half to Peter.
"I'm glad you came to visit Rachel, it's nice to see Olivia so carefree. I worry about her sometimes. She can be so serious most of the time, but today she is…happy, and that's thanks to you and Ella," he said to her with a huge grin on his face.
"Peter you are wrong, my sister is happy because of you. I have never seen her content, and free in her life. She has always been serious, and ever since John died…you gave her her life back. You gave me back my sister. Look at her, she is so in love that she's shining brighter than the sun. I see how you look at her, like she's a bright window in a dark, dark room," Rachel pointedly said to Peter.
Peter heeded Rachel's words. She was right, Olivia's luster was back to its perfection. He knew it and he would receive the proof in the form her glorious body trembling in his arms from the indescribable love they showed each other almost every night. From their sweat covered bodies, sighing with contentment next to each other, their bodies, minds and souls spent from the language of love they practiced over and over with agile tongues. Peter's pride swelled almost as much as his ego was at that particular moment in time.
In the distance a man stood and watched, cigarette perched between his weathered lips. His eyes watched as Olivia and Ella laughed and strolled back to their waiting companions. Chuckling to himself, the man knew that it was just a matter to hours before he could see his 'old friend' again and get back what was rightfully his. His head turned when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he threw his cigarette to the ground and extinguished it. "Big Eddie, the car is here," Michael informed his boss, his gazed followed the direction Eddie's eyes had looked in. Michael smirked at the sight of Peter Bishop happy and content, "Bishop has no clue what we have in store for him, does he boss?" Michael questioned.
"Not a clue neither does the dame he's with. Keep an eye on her, too, make sure she will cooperate with us if he won't," Big Eddie ordered his henchman with malice in his voice. Michael and Eddie then turned in concurrence and headed to their awaiting car.
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Peter sat at the piano, the club he worked in was quiet and cold, everyone left for the evening, leaving Peter the sole occupant to lock up and say goodnight. He decided to give the girls a night out, just the tree of them. He bought them theatre tickets to see Peter Pan, knowing that all three would love it, each for different reasons. He made a promise to see them in the morning and take Ella to the Boston Zoo or the Science Museum, whatever she wanted, he would do.
He sat with notes running through his head, the song he had been composing for Olivia since the day he fell in love with her. His hands clinked the keys over and over, cursing at himself when he messed up. He wanted it to be perfect, he wanted to play it for her on her birthday, his gift to her and his love for her in every sound that his fingers brought forth.
With the pencil he had neatly tucked between his teeth, the door behind him creaked open, slowly letting the cold night air seep in temporarily. A shiver crawled down Peter's spine, as he shook it off.
"Sorry, but we are closed," Peter said to the mystery guest, his back still turned away.
Peter waited to hear the door open and shut again, but nothing happened, just silence a sonic boom of silence infused the room.
"I said, we're closed pal," Peter said with venom in his voice as he turned around to face the stranger.
"Is that the kind of tone you use with old friends, huh, Bishop? Really now, I thought you'd be happy to see us," Eddie said as he gestured to the other three thugs with him, Michael included.
Peter was frozen in place, he closed his eyes for what seemed liked forever, thought of Olivia, his heart shattered at the thought of him never seeing her again. He sent up a silent prayer and thought I'm sorry Olivia, I love you, please forgive me, I sorry, so very sorry.
"What do you want Eddie?" Peter said with as much force in his voice as he could.
"The half million you owe me," Eddie informed him moving closer to him until they surrounded him.
"Well, I don't think I made that much in my tip jar tonight, Eddie, so maybe tomorrow," he said as he waved his jar around for all of them to see hoping he could use it as a weapon if need be.
Before Peter knew what happened, Michael punched him in the face and dragged him to an empty chair they had waiting for him. As one of the other thugs held Peter's arms behind his back, Michael continued to punch him, in the face, in the stomach, ribs and anywhere else he knew could do damage. Peter's body was scorched with pain, it traveled quickly and swiftly from head to toe and back again, his thoughts never once being swayed from Olivia. She was the only thing that kept him alive, the thought that he'd make it out of there alive and back in her arms.
The thugs took turns as they punched and kicked Peter within an inch of recognition. As they finally relented, Peter's body collapsed against the back of the chair, barely holding itself up. He spat blood on the floor millimeters from Eddie's shiny shoes. His blood splattered smile, proof to Eddie that he survived and could take anything he could dish out.
"Is that all you got Big Eddie? You used to bring muscle with you, not little girls with limp wrists," Peter taunted knowing that would get a rise out of the thugs.
As one of them advanced on Peter, Eddie put his hand up to stop his rampage towards Peter. Eddie's face had the most sinister smile on it "Maybe we should pay your girlfriend a visit, she if she'd do anything to save your life?" Eddie warned with the deadliest tone Peter has ever heard. Terror gripped him like never before, like Beelzebub himself reached in his chest and plucked his heart out.
"You touch her and I will kill you where you stand," Peter threatened with every ounce he had left in him. Peter struggled against the thug that held him, wanting nothing more than to make good on his promise. The thought of Olivia being hurt, almost killed him that second, the love he had for Olivia betrayed by his eyes.
"Fine, I won't touch your whore," he said as Peter flinched, a reaction to the name he called Olivia. Peter's jaw clenched over and over, his blood slowly boiled in his veins.
"I am going to make you an offer you can't refuse. I'll give you 10 days to get me the money, if you don't have the money to me in 10 days…well let's just say Olivia will be taught your lesson while you watch," Eddie's threat crystallized clear as glass in Peter's genius brain.
Peter knew he had just been given a stay of execution. He would do whatever it took to get that money to Eddie, he would rather die than have Olivia pay for his mistake. He nodded to Eddie in agreement, his breath labored and wheezing from the broken ribs he probably had.
"Fine, Eddie, 10 days, you'll have your money," Peter said his voice rasped with pain and blood.
Eddie made one finally gesture toward Peter, he crouched down and patted his bruised and broken cheek "That's a good boy, I knew you wouldn't refuse me," a smirk on his diabolical face.
Peter watched Big Eddie and his goons leave, his body still in excruciating pain from the beating he took and he felt deserved. What Eddie and his boys did was not nearly close to what Peter had done to himself. What he will do to himself if Olivia got hurt, the thought clung to his cerebellum as he made his body move. Pain greater than he could fathom bombarded his body as Peter made his way to the door, his destination as clear as the stars that shone themselves in the crisp, Boston night. Like a phantom, he disappeared into the night.
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Well, that's it for this chapter. Thanks for sticking with me through it all. Betcha never saw that coming, huh? Hope you liked it. If you review the Fringe Season 4 will be here faster than you know it.