3 paragraph Fringe fanfics
Olivia&Peter, M, 223 words
She’s not quite sure how she got here, or how she was sure he would be waiting for her. She doesn’t even know what here is (but she still knows to deactivate all the security cameras). Since he appeared in her life, out of nowhere (or maybe more accurately, out of her dreams) he’s been consuming every second of her time. Everything she does, everywhere she goes, she can fell the weight of his presence, even if he’s locked away in a security underground cell. So quite frankly, it’s no surprise she ended up here anyway.
He presses her harder against the table top, and his hand on her thigh squeezes until she can feel his nails digging into her flesh and she moans loud into his ear. His face is hidden from her, kissing along the skin her open shirt left exposed. All she can do is hold him close as he moves against her, and then, hold him even closer because she really doesn’t want to let go.
He places his other hand on her face when he senses she’s close. Holding her in place and keeping their eyes connected until all the sensations overrules her, her mind goes blank and she can’t hold it any longer. Her eyes close, she cries out and he finally lets her head drop back.
O², Olivia/&Liv, M, 309 words
So, she's naked, and her alter self is naked. And they’re holding each other… while naked. Maybe Olivia can blame it all on the cold. And she can blame it on how they both feel into a freezing lake and there’s no way they can survive inside their soaked clothes, and they now need to rely in each other’s bodies for warm. There’s nothing in the abandon cabin they can use other than the small fire now burning right next to her. She can blame it on the suspect and the phones ruined to the lake water. But she has absolutely nothing or anyone else to blame for the fact that she’s kissing the woman in her arm. Well, no one else except for the said woman, that seems only too eager to kiss her back.
Olivia is too impressed by the situation in itself to give it too much of a thought, and when she feels the other woman press her down until she’s lying completely on her back, she goes without complaining and just keep on kissing her. Her hands move on Liv’s cold skin and she feels her weight on top of her. Red hair falls around her, and when their breast brushed against each other, an same moan leaves both of their lips.
They break the kiss, breathing heavily. Liv’s bangs are touching her forehead, and she moves her lips to kiss her neck while her hand starts moving down her side, until it reaches the back of her knee. Olivia lets out a much louder moan this time, and then Liv’s hand moves into the inside if her thigh. Her hand moves slowly, and now her face is back to being just in front of Olivia’s, reading her eyes and keeping her lips so close together that they touch every time Olivia’s body trembles.