Brownie Batter (Fringe, R)
Title: Brownie Batter
Rating: R
Spoilers: Mostly "6B"
Characters/Pairings: Olivia, Peter, Peter/Olivia
Summary: From then on she knew she'd never look at baking the same way again.
Warnings: Smut.
Disclaimer: If I owned the show ,this scene would be in an episode.
A/N: Birthday present for my friend Ambre :)
It had been a long day, the case was tough, and they were all tired. Walter wanted to stay at Massive Dynamic, claiming he had work to do in his lab, but Peter and Olivia had a sneaking suspicion that he was going to go get high instead. That was ok with them. Meant that they would have the house all to themselves.
Peter unlocked the door to the house and walked in, blinking tiredly. Olivia followed him, and removed her coat, throwing it on the couch without thinking. It had become a habit of hers as of late. She absentmindedly headed up the stairs, removing the jacket she had had on under the coat, yawning. She walked into Peter’s room and tossed the jacket on his bed, followed by her shirt. She went over to his dresser and pulled out an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that he had. After changing, she headed back down to the kitchen, where she heard Peter moving around.
“What are you doing?” she asked, walking in and putting her arms around his waist, propping her head on his shoulder.
“Making brownies. And don’t worry, it’s not a recipe Walter has used.” Olivia laughed , kissed his left ear, and hopped up on the counter next to him.
“ That’s good to know. As much as I am sure being high would you would be rather fun, I’d rather stay lucid tonight.” she waggled her eyebrows playfully and Peter rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. He reached across her lap and grabbed a bag of chocolate chips and she eyed him as he did so, eyebrow raised.
“Well aren’t you feeling cheeky tonight?” Peter asked, shaking his head as he laughed. Olivia shrugged but gave him a wicked grin.
“Well it’s been a long day, we’re both frustrated with this case, and…” she reached behind her , grabbing the whiskey bottle “ we need to relax.” She twisted the cap of the bottle open and took a drink before handing it to Peter. He took the bottle, drank one small sip, and placed it on the other side of the blender, out of her reach. Or so he thought. “Hey!” Olivia looked at him, a pout on her face.
“Something wrong Dunham?” Peter asked, smirking.
“ Oh you think you are so funny, don’t you Bishop? Give it back.” Peter shook his head as he continued to stir the dark brown batter in the bowl in front of him. Olivia pouted again but to no avail. Sighing, she looked at the bowl, and watched the motions of the whisk as it moved around and around. It was almost hypnotic.
“See something you like?” Olivia looked up at him and raised an eyebrow again.
“Now whose the cheeky one?” Olivia asked, taking a finger and swiping some of the batter from the bowl.
“I still say it’s you, batter stealer.” Olivia laughed at this, and scooted a little closer to him. “I’m watching you.” Peter said, eying her left hand. Olivia made another play for some batter, and managed to get some batter on her finger before Peter grabbed her hand. Olivia stiffened when she saw the look he had in his eyes. She knew that look all to well now. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine as they stayed there , in silence, staring into each other’s eyes. “Is there a problem Olivia? You look scared.” Cheeky bastard.
“ No.” she breathed. “No problem at all. Except, I do believe you have my hand hostage, and my brownie batter with it Mr. Bishop.”
“ I think…” Peter began , bringing her hand near his mouth, causing Olivia to shiver again “you shall find , Agent Dunham, that it’s my brownie batter. Not yours. I don’t remember signing anything.” Olivia squirmed where she was sitting when she saw the look in his eyes, and felt his breath on her hand. “ You are not considering dabbling in the profession of thievery are you Agent? It is interesting, I won’t lie, but you just don’t seem like the type.” It was getting difficult for Olivia to ignore the heat growing inside her stomach, and his last comments were turning it into lava.
“Well what are you gonna do about it Bishop?” she breathed, her heart pounding. Peter was different from all the other boyfriends she’d ever had. He was better. He was exciting yet comforting at the same time . She almost felt like a teenager again when she was with him, but with the benefits of being an adult (like getting into those bars without fake ids.). He was new and exciting , but at the same time , familiar and reassuring. Which is why when they had moments like this, intimate and playful, she felt a feeling inside her she had never experienced before.
He slowly brought her finger to his mouth and closed it, slowly sucking off the batter and eliciting a moan from her. Another shiver ran through her. She felt his tongue swirl around her finger some more and her self control flew out the window.
“ Don’t start something you don’t plan to finish there Bishop.” she growled, her voice heavy and husky.
“And what makes you think I’m not going to?” Peter asked, still grasping her hand.
“You haven’t finished baking.” Olivia replied simply. Peter laughed. He moved closer to her until he was in between her legs. He released her hand, but then he put a hand on either side of her on the counter.
“ I think the baking can wait.” he whispered in her right ear. Olivia felt her breath hitch, and she looked at him. One of his hands slipped under her shirt , caressing her skin , while his other hand pulled her closer to him. Her legs hooked around his waist and they looked at each other intensely.
He kissed her slowly, the hand under her shirt going to her back to unhook her bra. When he feels nothing there, he stops kissing her for a second and raises an eyebrow. She smirks at him and shrugs before pulling him back to her with a searing kiss. She moaned when he pressed himself harder into her, causing her to find out just how turned on he really was at the moment. His hands released her hip and her back, and she was about to protest when she felt them move to the hem of the sweatpants she was wearing. Slowly, with skilled fingers, he pushed them, along with her underwear, down. They slipped down to her ankles and she kicked them off. Olivia’s hands moved to remove him of his pants and she made quick work of it. Normally they would take time for foreplay, but not tonight. All of the stress of the day came pouring out as they went on. One of Peter’s hands went to her hair, and , fingers laced through it, pulled her head even closer, deepening the kiss even more.
In all her days, even after she and Peter started dating, Olivia never really thought they would ever fuck on the counter in the Bishop’s kitchen. But now that it was happening, she had to admit she was enjoying it a great deal. It was a thrill. It was out in the open, away from the safety of the closed door in Peter’s room. They could get caught. Walter could have decided to come home early from New York. The thrill of it all made it more exciting, more intense.
“ I think…” Olivia panted as she rocked her hips against him, their rhythm perfected. “…this is rather…” she moaned and put her head to the side as Peter’s lips attached to her neck. “…exhilarating, don’t you?” she managed to get out in between breaths.
“ Well, sex does tend to get your heart rate going.” Peter replied, before kissing her hard on the mouth, silencing whatever retort she was about to make. Olivia wondered how loud they were really being, in between moans, grunts, sharp intakes of breath, and the occasional scream of names, she was sure the neighbors could hear them. She hoped she was wrong. Then again… Peter started moving faster, causing any coherent thought she was forming to fly out the window. As their bodies moved together, her entire self felt like it was on fire, and she was screaming for more. When they finally came, together, Olivia called out his name, dispelling , she guessed, any curiosity the neighbors might have had as to what was going on inside.
“ That…was amazing.” Olivia said shakily, Peter still holding her close.
“Yes, it was.” he agreed, kissing her lightly before moving away to pull his pants and boxers back up. Olivia hopped off the counter and would have fallen from her shaky knees, had she not been holding on to the counter. When dressed again, they both looked at the bowl on the counter, then at each other. “Wanna forget the food and go upstairs?” Peter asked, eye brows raised suggestively.
“Sure.” was her reply. “But we’re bringing the batter with us.”
The End.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Mostly "6B"
Characters/Pairings: Olivia, Peter, Peter/Olivia
Summary: From then on she knew she'd never look at baking the same way again.
Warnings: Smut.
Disclaimer: If I owned the show ,this scene would be in an episode.
A/N: Birthday present for my friend Ambre :)
It had been a long day, the case was tough, and they were all tired. Walter wanted to stay at Massive Dynamic, claiming he had work to do in his lab, but Peter and Olivia had a sneaking suspicion that he was going to go get high instead. That was ok with them. Meant that they would have the house all to themselves.
Peter unlocked the door to the house and walked in, blinking tiredly. Olivia followed him, and removed her coat, throwing it on the couch without thinking. It had become a habit of hers as of late. She absentmindedly headed up the stairs, removing the jacket she had had on under the coat, yawning. She walked into Peter’s room and tossed the jacket on his bed, followed by her shirt. She went over to his dresser and pulled out an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that he had. After changing, she headed back down to the kitchen, where she heard Peter moving around.
“What are you doing?” she asked, walking in and putting her arms around his waist, propping her head on his shoulder.
“Making brownies. And don’t worry, it’s not a recipe Walter has used.” Olivia laughed , kissed his left ear, and hopped up on the counter next to him.
“ That’s good to know. As much as I am sure being high would you would be rather fun, I’d rather stay lucid tonight.” she waggled her eyebrows playfully and Peter rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. He reached across her lap and grabbed a bag of chocolate chips and she eyed him as he did so, eyebrow raised.
“Well aren’t you feeling cheeky tonight?” Peter asked, shaking his head as he laughed. Olivia shrugged but gave him a wicked grin.
“Well it’s been a long day, we’re both frustrated with this case, and…” she reached behind her , grabbing the whiskey bottle “ we need to relax.” She twisted the cap of the bottle open and took a drink before handing it to Peter. He took the bottle, drank one small sip, and placed it on the other side of the blender, out of her reach. Or so he thought. “Hey!” Olivia looked at him, a pout on her face.
“Something wrong Dunham?” Peter asked, smirking.
“ Oh you think you are so funny, don’t you Bishop? Give it back.” Peter shook his head as he continued to stir the dark brown batter in the bowl in front of him. Olivia pouted again but to no avail. Sighing, she looked at the bowl, and watched the motions of the whisk as it moved around and around. It was almost hypnotic.
“See something you like?” Olivia looked up at him and raised an eyebrow again.
“Now whose the cheeky one?” Olivia asked, taking a finger and swiping some of the batter from the bowl.
“I still say it’s you, batter stealer.” Olivia laughed at this, and scooted a little closer to him. “I’m watching you.” Peter said, eying her left hand. Olivia made another play for some batter, and managed to get some batter on her finger before Peter grabbed her hand. Olivia stiffened when she saw the look he had in his eyes. She knew that look all to well now. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine as they stayed there , in silence, staring into each other’s eyes. “Is there a problem Olivia? You look scared.” Cheeky bastard.
“ No.” she breathed. “No problem at all. Except, I do believe you have my hand hostage, and my brownie batter with it Mr. Bishop.”
“ I think…” Peter began , bringing her hand near his mouth, causing Olivia to shiver again “you shall find , Agent Dunham, that it’s my brownie batter. Not yours. I don’t remember signing anything.” Olivia squirmed where she was sitting when she saw the look in his eyes, and felt his breath on her hand. “ You are not considering dabbling in the profession of thievery are you Agent? It is interesting, I won’t lie, but you just don’t seem like the type.” It was getting difficult for Olivia to ignore the heat growing inside her stomach, and his last comments were turning it into lava.
“Well what are you gonna do about it Bishop?” she breathed, her heart pounding. Peter was different from all the other boyfriends she’d ever had. He was better. He was exciting yet comforting at the same time . She almost felt like a teenager again when she was with him, but with the benefits of being an adult (like getting into those bars without fake ids.). He was new and exciting , but at the same time , familiar and reassuring. Which is why when they had moments like this, intimate and playful, she felt a feeling inside her she had never experienced before.
He slowly brought her finger to his mouth and closed it, slowly sucking off the batter and eliciting a moan from her. Another shiver ran through her. She felt his tongue swirl around her finger some more and her self control flew out the window.
“ Don’t start something you don’t plan to finish there Bishop.” she growled, her voice heavy and husky.
“And what makes you think I’m not going to?” Peter asked, still grasping her hand.
“You haven’t finished baking.” Olivia replied simply. Peter laughed. He moved closer to her until he was in between her legs. He released her hand, but then he put a hand on either side of her on the counter.
“ I think the baking can wait.” he whispered in her right ear. Olivia felt her breath hitch, and she looked at him. One of his hands slipped under her shirt , caressing her skin , while his other hand pulled her closer to him. Her legs hooked around his waist and they looked at each other intensely.
He kissed her slowly, the hand under her shirt going to her back to unhook her bra. When he feels nothing there, he stops kissing her for a second and raises an eyebrow. She smirks at him and shrugs before pulling him back to her with a searing kiss. She moaned when he pressed himself harder into her, causing her to find out just how turned on he really was at the moment. His hands released her hip and her back, and she was about to protest when she felt them move to the hem of the sweatpants she was wearing. Slowly, with skilled fingers, he pushed them, along with her underwear, down. They slipped down to her ankles and she kicked them off. Olivia’s hands moved to remove him of his pants and she made quick work of it. Normally they would take time for foreplay, but not tonight. All of the stress of the day came pouring out as they went on. One of Peter’s hands went to her hair, and , fingers laced through it, pulled her head even closer, deepening the kiss even more.
In all her days, even after she and Peter started dating, Olivia never really thought they would ever fuck on the counter in the Bishop’s kitchen. But now that it was happening, she had to admit she was enjoying it a great deal. It was a thrill. It was out in the open, away from the safety of the closed door in Peter’s room. They could get caught. Walter could have decided to come home early from New York. The thrill of it all made it more exciting, more intense.
“ I think…” Olivia panted as she rocked her hips against him, their rhythm perfected. “…this is rather…” she moaned and put her head to the side as Peter’s lips attached to her neck. “…exhilarating, don’t you?” she managed to get out in between breaths.
“ Well, sex does tend to get your heart rate going.” Peter replied, before kissing her hard on the mouth, silencing whatever retort she was about to make. Olivia wondered how loud they were really being, in between moans, grunts, sharp intakes of breath, and the occasional scream of names, she was sure the neighbors could hear them. She hoped she was wrong. Then again… Peter started moving faster, causing any coherent thought she was forming to fly out the window. As their bodies moved together, her entire self felt like it was on fire, and she was screaming for more. When they finally came, together, Olivia called out his name, dispelling , she guessed, any curiosity the neighbors might have had as to what was going on inside.
“ That…was amazing.” Olivia said shakily, Peter still holding her close.
“Yes, it was.” he agreed, kissing her lightly before moving away to pull his pants and boxers back up. Olivia hopped off the counter and would have fallen from her shaky knees, had she not been holding on to the counter. When dressed again, they both looked at the bowl on the counter, then at each other. “Wanna forget the food and go upstairs?” Peter asked, eye brows raised suggestively.
“Sure.” was her reply. “But we’re bringing the batter with us.”
The End.