Yep, I know I'm late to the party, but here I am. Different universes and timelines, some new ones, time travels, a lot of wet dreams and memories, making right things that in my opinion went wrong all mixed up and coming together, for a big, smutty, sexy, lovable and beautiful Peter and Olivia, happy ending. With lots and lots of you know what. Be warned. I don't own anything BTW. Mature. Mistakes are all mine.

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You belong with me

She can feel the softness of the white satin sheets sliding on her skin uncovering her smooth naked body, warm breath caressing her neck and earlobe. The light of a blue moon cascading over. Heat building inside as a timid flame glowing in the dark with the potential to become a shattering force. A thick slick, shaft sliding deep inside of her, filling, reaching her very core. Soft fingers tangled on her hair, pulling, possessing, caressing. Wet and deep kisses on her mouth, her neck, her clavicle, the juncture of her breasts, licking, suckling on her perked and tender nipples. A deep pressure inside her womb growing and growing, gaining momentum slowly building up inside. Her hand locked to a set of fingers, pressing her hand above her head, possessive, demanding. She's being taken by a force she can't and won't fight against, helpless, revered inch by inch. A soft wet tongue, slowly licking, sucking, biting every inch on the map of her skin, every freckle, every mark. The weight of a taut masculine body rubbing smoothly against her body, going in so deep, so slick, so warm. The scent of sex and sweat filling her nostrils, everywhere, intoxicating her senses. Her pink sensitive nipples brushed softly through his masculine torso. She's levitating. The intensity of the moment is heavenly, explosive.

She manages to turn her body on top of him, and looks down marveled at his beautiful face, smiling at her, piercing blue eyes looking back with adoration. She takes his arms and pulls them over his head, locking them firmly. She's in awe, contempt, fulfilled.

– "I love you. Do you love me?" – "I do". He said. – "Say it, I want to hear you say it".

He pulls up towards her, pressing his torso towards her breasts, looking at her eyes intently, trying to convey in those three words all the love he has for her. – "I love you".

She smiles softly, and right there she knows, she can see it in his eyes, no more words are needed, this is it, her home, her world, her whole universe, right here revolving around her. They are destined to always find each other. To pull each other like the force of gravity they are.

She kisses him softly sliding her fingers on the back of his neck, caressing his soft wisps of hair.

When Olivia Dunham opened her eyes to the blinding brightness of the morning coming inside through a big window, it blurred her senses. Not quite aware of where she was or making any sense of anything around her, she was breathing heavily, almost out of breath. Her body was still feeling an intense tingling on her heated core, and the face of Peter Bishop front and center, clear images of him making love to her filling her mind.

She just woke up from the most erotic, profound, sexy, emotional, earth shattering, love making dream she had ever experienced, overwhelming her senses. And Peter fucking Bishop was in it. – What was that? Where did that come from?

The dream was so vivid, so intense, so real, she could've sworn it wasn't a dream at all. She slid her hand through her body down between her legs, discovering a soft silk nightgown, not quite remembering how or when she got such a luxurious garment, slowly she reached deep between her legs to touch her center through the lace of her black panties, feeling the dampness between her legs, her taut and tender nipples brushing through the fabric of her gown.

She hasn't seen Peter or knew anything about his whereabouts, ever since he left the Fringe division three years ago. He worked with them as a consultant along with his father Walter Bishop, helping with some bizarre cases.

She liked Peter, he was fun, brilliant and loyal, and had kind and beautiful blue eyes behind his cynic facade; she had to admit he was good looking, but she never got to the point to LIKE him like that… They only worked together for a few months, but… who knows what could've happened if he had not left. But he did, he got tired of babysitting Walter, never did good staying in one place as he put it. – And now here she was having wet dreams about him? What the…

She pulled herself up, sitting on the bed looking around in confusion to the realization that she wasn't on her bed, this was not her apartment. A distinctive sharp pain coming from the back of her neck started throbbing, she slid her fingers feeling the tenderness at the bottom of her skull, as if someone pinched her there.

A feeling of panic started to take over, bristling the hairs on the back of her neck. She had no idea where she was, how she got there, or how long she was held there. She jumped out of the bed looking for a way out of the room. The door was locked, she tried to open it with the weight of her body but it was useless.

She started to feel like a caged animal.

On the other side of the room there were huge sliding glass doors, letting the bright light of the morning illuminate the bedroom. She ran over and slid the door open leading her to a beautiful big terrace adorned with outdoor potted plants and pool loungers. The property was overlooking the ocean, the warm and fresh smell of the sea filled her nostrils. If she wasn't in a panic mode, she could say that the view was breathtaking, idyllic.

She looked around and ran to the edge of the railing surrounding the terrace, the property was high up on a rock risk surrounded by a deep blue sea. With no other piece of land near them, she watched at the bottom, the relentless force in which the ocean waves crashed at the sharp rocks below. There were at least 45 feet down there and the possibility of climbing down, wearing only her silk nightgown and bare feet, not to mention swimming in that untamed ferocious ocean seemed out of the question. She would never make it.

There had to be another way.

She sat on one of the loungers trying to calm down and recollect the past events previous to this moment, to figure out what was going on. She slid both hands through her forehead all the way to her head, it was a nervous trait.

She remembered being on a chase after a terrorist named David Robert Jones considered to be one of the known leaders of the ZFT, "Zerströrung durch Fortschritte der Technologie" German for "Destruction by advancement of technology", a scientific R&D terrorist trafficking organization selling advanced technology to the best bidder.

The Fringe team have been investigating the ZFT for three years now, all starting up when she got thrown into the madness of a well-hidden reality with the death of her FBI partner and lover John Scott, and the discovery of his involvement with the ZFT, betraying her and the bureau, breaking her heart and taking away her willingness to trust and be vulnerable. That's when she joined the Fringe Division. Tasked with the mission of investigating and researching bizarre scientific phenomena known as "The Pattern'', conducted by ZFT.

There's this hollow in her soul, like something's been missing all along, it has been there since… forever. Somehow she always felt that finding the answers she's been searching, all this time, would finally fill that void. But every time she got closer to getting her answers, she ended up having more and more questions.

Three years chasing the thread that led to Jones, responsible for the worst biological attacks worldwide; the man was able to escape from a high security prison in Germany three years ago disappearing into thin air just like that, using a technology that was tracked in its origin to one of Walter Bishop's creations back in the 70's, involving dematerialization. According to Brian, the head of their science team, they could've probably gotten to Jones and the understanding of this technology faster if they would've counted with Bishop's insight on the division. But when Peter left, as much as Olivia tried to prevent it, Walter's fragile emotional state led him back to the St. Claire's psychiatric institution.

He killed himself a few months after that. Peter didn't show up to his memorial.

But recently after three years of his disappearance, Peter's name popped up following a lead in connection to Jones. They believed Jones broke into the Massive Dynamic facilities and stole a device. The thing is, Nina Sharp the CEO of Massive Dynamic, was denying they were robbed. Olivia theorized that their denial probably meant that the piece of technology that was stolen was so advanced that they couldn't even admit that they had it in the first place. And the interesting part is that Peter and Jones, were both spotted at a café in Santorini, Greece, wide in the open like old pals, exchanging a very interesting briefcase.

– What was Peter doing there? What was his involvement in all this? What was the nature of that exchange? And most importantly, what were the contents of that briefcase?

Back then, Peter had a wide insight of the internal affairs within the Fringe division.

– Was it possible, the conman using his leverage and knowledge to work with Jones? Was he a traitor too? Was any of them responsible for her abduction?

The last thing she remembers, she was running after Jones as he got into the middle of a crowd when suddenly she felt a sharp pang on her back and everything went black.

She went inside the bedroom again to look for something she could use to escape, to protect herself. Now she had more time to pay attention to her surroundings. The place was neat, spacious and tastefully decorated with light colors. She walked to the closet and opened it looking for something else to wear, but it was empty.

The sound of the opening door made her jump up on a defensive movement. A man's figure was shadowed by the bright light coming from the window, coming closer to her. She had no way to defend herself other than her bare fists. But God knows she would put up a fight, and she was good.

And here he was, Peter Bishop right in front of her, his features were no longer the boyish ones he used to have. He looked older, more mature, but his kind eyes were definitely there. He was more attractive than ever, wearing ivory linen slacks hugging his waist and a loose white shirt; it's funny she didn't notice him back then when they were working together.

And for a moment there, she stopped breathing.

He walked towards her with determination with a wide and open smile. Before she could react, he took her between his arms affectionately, burring one of his hands in the golden threads of her hair, circling her whole body with his other arm grabbing the back of her neck possessively. Her hands and face were pressed to his chest. Relishing on his musky scent filling her nostrils, the warmth of his body made her feel affected; again. Images of him making love to her flooded her mind. – Was that really a dream?

– "Liv… sweetheart. I missed you so damn much."

The word reminded her when she first met Peter, she conned him into leaving Iraq to help her get Walter out of the Psychiatric facility. But back then the endearing term was filled with anger, disdain and detachment. Not now, now he really meant it.

His nose was at the top of her head, taking in her scent. Caressing softly the length of her arms all the way up to her bare shoulders and neck, and back down, making one of the thin straps of her silky nightgown to fall down off one of her shoulders with the soft motion, almost showing off the tip of her left nipple timidly hiding behind the silk lace of her gown.

Olivia was taken completely off guard, the familiarity and affection in which Peter's behavior was displayed towards her, disarmed her, and now her brain was in a fuzzy shock. – Why was she allowing him to break every ounce of her personal space like this? In another circumstance he would've already been flying through the air, with a broken nose.

But her body was having a whole different reaction. Instead of kicking his ass, her nipples were happily perking up looking for attention, and the wetness pooling down there was starting to burn between her legs with a delicious tingling sensation. – Was she enjoying this?

The man was practically a stranger; they only worked together for a few months. Even though her brain was telling her to put some distance, and start demanding some answers, or else…. – She was a federal agent, damn it! Never in the past, in the time she worked with him, he was this forward and open with her.

He felt the hardened tip of her nipples brushing through his shirt, he looked down directly at her breasts, happily appreciating the sight. Making her flush furiously, she gained momentum to push him away and back down from him, taking as much distance as the room allowed her.

– "Peter! What are you doing?"

He wasn't being discreet about it, eying her full body all affected by his closeness. He couldn't hide his manly pride. And he smiled smugly.

– "I'm just happy to see you."

– "Stop it…! Tell me why I'm being held like this? I can't even begin to list to you the number of charges you'll get for the kidnap of a federal agent. I demand answers, Peter. What were you doing with Jones? And where the hell are my clothes?

Peter couldn't stop smiling at her. Completely disregarding her questions. His eyes directly at her. Making her more anxious and infuriated.

– "What's so funny?"

– "Nothin' I just proved a theory"

– "What's that?"

– "No matter the distance, the universe, the timeline, your body will always remember me."

He said to her, looking at her intently as if he wanted to devour her with his eyes. He inhaled tilting his nose towards her, pleased at the scent he picked. – "Your scent is intoxicating." He said to her almost as a whisper as he slowly fanned his eyes, from her breasts all the way down to the juncture between her legs.

She opened her mouth in shock, not even knowing how to respond to that. – Was he really referring to the scent of… her sex? She should feel furious and violated, and... and... Mostly she felt embarrassed and nervous, and hot, and really wet, and her head was about to explode. – Oh God, she was enjoying it. She was being betrayed by her own body.

– "Your mind may not know it yet, but you want me, as much as I want you".

Olivia was relentless and driven. She feared nothing, except for intimacy that was one of her biggest fears and this… this thing right here, was becoming awfully intimate. She couldn't take it anymore, so she ran to the terrace trying to catch her breath, walked to the edge of the cliff resting her hands on the railing looking at the view.

He went after her. She didn't need to turn around to know he was standing behind her, she could feel his presence.

– "What is this Peter? Why am I locked in here? You know Jones is a dangerous man. If you are having dealings with him you can get yourself into serious trouble. Tell me the truth and maybe I can help you out of this. Just let me go home."

– "Livia..! You're home."

She looked at him confused, torn between her mind wanting to go back to her life, catch Jones and sort this out, and her own body telling her that he was right, she is home.

– "Honey, look I know you are feeling confused right now, and that you have a lot of questions. Some of them I can gladly answer, some others will come to you in time. Jones is just a pawn. This thing goes way higher than you've ever imagined. I just used him to find something very valuable to me, something I've been trying to find for years."

– "What's that?"

– "YOU."

– "Me!"

– "I've come through oceans of time to find you… It took me three years to finally get to you.."

She snorted, not really sure if she was feeling incredulous and laughed it off or the seriousness of his words was making her feel terrified.

– "What's that supposed to mean?"

He came really close to her, she could feel his body heat as he trailed softly the line of her jaw and lower lip with his thumb, looking down at her with so much passion and adoration. For a moment there, she thought he was going to kiss her. And to be honest with herself she would be helpless, so she braced herself to the railing pressing painfully at her lower back and waited for the inevitable.

But the kiss never came.

– "It means that you won't be going anywhere soon, Olivia. You belong with me." He whispered, getting closer inch by inch to her face, to her mouth.

She swallowed the knot forming on her throat.

– "Am I a prisoner here, Is that what you are telling me, are you after the bureau to pay for a ransom or something? You know they don't negotiate with terrorists?" She said with the last bit of fight she had left.

He snorted at the implication of the word.

– "Oh no, you are not a prisoner, you are free to wander around the property and the island as you please."

– Island? She registered, and what island would that be.

– "I wouldn't go getting funny ideas and try to jump into the ocean and swim away, those waves are relentless."

He's gotten so close to her that he practically has her pinned against the railing, the rocks and ocean framing the view behind her crashing loudly, there was nowhere to run.

And to be honest she wasn't sure she wanted to.

– "You know they would come looking for me. And they will find me. It's not too late to let me go, Peter."

She pulled herself slightly apart from him with her hands splayed softly on his chest, looking for some distance but not really pushing him away. She could kick him in the nuts right now and run, she had the perfect angle and she was well trained in martial arts. But she didn't have the will, he was right, her body did remember something, she wasn't quite sure from when or how, but Oh! it all felt so familiar. Like being home, like if this hollow she carried inside was finally filled. And a huge weight was lifted.

– "They can tear apart every corner of the planet looking for you… but let's just say that you'll be very difficult to find." Her lost expression pained him. – "I know it's not making any sense, but eventually it will, I promise."

Peter slid his fingers between the golden threads of her hair, brushing the tender area at the back of her neck making her gasp at the recognition of a little pang of pain.

– "What did you do to me?"

He inhaled sharply, trying to hide the tension that the mention of the subject brought on him. So he tried to give enough information to her, to keep her calm, but not too much to make her panic. In her timeline, she was not aware yet of the Cortexiphan trials or her involvement in them as a child. As much as he was against giving her Cortexiphan this time, this was a necessary wrong.

– "They just gave you a little something to help you remember."

– "Remember what?"

– "Your life with me. Lives, would be a better way to put it.

She looked confused.

– "I thought I'd never see you again Olivia…"

He said with raw emotion in his voice. His body was so close to hers that she started to feel the effects of their closeness on his body, poking at her. – Is that…an erection? She jumped a little mortified and embarrassed.

– "Oh yes, Honey!, that is the effect you have on me. You are affected by me too, I know it." He said, trailing his nose along her neck inhaling her sweet scent.

– "Mhmm! I told you, you're mine, and your body knows it. You have no idea how many nights I've dreamt of all the ways I want to make love to you, once I found you… of how I'll take all the time in the world eating your cunt, and then slid mi cock inside of you really slowly going really deep right here against this railing overlooking the water, or the way I want to lick your nipples so slow and soft until they are hard and tender in my mouth, and you'll scream my name over and over, as you used to." He pressed his erection more firmly against her. She looked at him like a bewildered animal trapped in a corner, knowing the only path out was to surrender and let herself get eaten.

– "Peter!" She said softly, blushing fiercely. If he was trying to make her feel aroused… mortified… helpless… numb, he was succeeding. There was this wary sense of empowerment in her, listening to his words on how much she was being desired by this man, the erotism of the moment made her feel grandiose and vulnerable at the same time. This was a very different Peter Bishop from the one she met three years ago.

– "Don't worry baby, I won't do anything that you don't want me to. Sooner than you think, you'll beg me for it."

She wanted to say something feisty and smart, something that a woman in control would say. But nothing came out when she opened her mouth to protest. She was helpless.

She felt the coldness on her body when he separated himself from her, leaving a sense of emptiness and void. There it was, this hollow again.

– "Your clothes got ruined while traveling. I'll send someone to bring something suitable for you. I have to go take care of something. And… take a cold shower." He smirked wickedly looking at his groin. – "Dinner is at 7:00. I'll answer all your questions there."

He leaned down to caress her jaw softly and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek brushing his lips slightly, to the corner of her mouth. And just like that he left the room.

She was confused, shocked, but mostly empty, it was as if she didn't know she was thirstfull until she felt the sweet fresh water in her tongue, and now she wasn't sure she could go on without having a sip.

To be continued...