Fanfiction Meme Prompt III - For Molly
Title: Down the Drain
Fandom: Fringe
Paring: Olivia/Peter
Prompt: "No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here 'till the moment I'm gone"
Word Count: 200
She showers more often now, with hot, hot water that cooks her to a lobster red, and strong smelling soap that she scrubs over her lobster red skin until she’s open and raw. She steps out of the shower, dries off with a fresh towel, changes into clean clothes and drives her hair with a blow dryer. But she can still smell him.
His scent is burned on to her flesh like poppy seeds at a failed exorcism. She could still feel him, his hands on her arms, traveling up to her face and his lips - God, his lips - her lips bruised from the pressure.
She closes her eyes and his voice fills her head over and over with words that fill her with hope and longing, that confirm that she was right all along - except that he isn’t real. He never was. He’s just a jumble of memories she has from no where that surface at the most inopportune times, convincing her, coaxing her.
But he’s not real. He never was. He could never be and that’s the last thought that sends her back for another blazing hot shower, desperate and crazy, because even now, he’s still with her.
Fandom: Fringe
Paring: Olivia/Peter
Prompt: "No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here 'till the moment I'm gone"
Word Count: 200
She showers more often now, with hot, hot water that cooks her to a lobster red, and strong smelling soap that she scrubs over her lobster red skin until she’s open and raw. She steps out of the shower, dries off with a fresh towel, changes into clean clothes and drives her hair with a blow dryer. But she can still smell him.
His scent is burned on to her flesh like poppy seeds at a failed exorcism. She could still feel him, his hands on her arms, traveling up to her face and his lips - God, his lips - her lips bruised from the pressure.
She closes her eyes and his voice fills her head over and over with words that fill her with hope and longing, that confirm that she was right all along - except that he isn’t real. He never was. He’s just a jumble of memories she has from no where that surface at the most inopportune times, convincing her, coaxing her.
But he’s not real. He never was. He could never be and that’s the last thought that sends her back for another blazing hot shower, desperate and crazy, because even now, he’s still with her.