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RULES

1. When prompting, use the comment field to jot down character, pairing, or moresome first, then the kink(s), then any other prompt elements; after a line break, you can elaborate via words, images, or links. Like so?



2. When responding, use the subject line for the original prompt (plus your title, if you have one).

3. All kinks are welcome -- sexual, emotional, conceptual, likewise all gen, het, slash, bitextual and other fic from crack to drama.

4. Anon is encouraged but up to you.

5. Mark all spoilers, mmkay?

6. Go for it!

REMINDERS

7. With a view to some prompts: Spell Check is your BFF. Don't make Alt!Astrid cry, please?

8. A kinkmeme's more than a promptmeme. Here's [personal profile] eliade's non-definitive and non-exhaustive (but pretty illustrative) List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, Clichés, and Fetishes.

9. Could you -- in the subject line or the first line of the body of text -- draw attention to the fact there's rape or non-con, major character death, underage, and/or graphic violence in your response (which is the Archive Of Our Own (AO3) policy).

Date: 2012-04-07 08:55 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Olivia/Altliv; hurt/comfort
they both lost a parter, they talk, it leads to more...

Date: 2012-04-07 10:52 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter Bishop/Olivia Dunham

Peter discovers that in this timeline, Olivia is still a virgin at 33 years old. And he quickly fixes this injustice. Set after A Short Story About Love.

Date: 2012-04-07 10:58 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
let it not be said i don't dig the trope; i think i've written it at least once, but:

this olivia IS our blue!olivia now, with her memories. who is v. definitely (and good for her!) not a virgin. so how would that track -- physical state vs. mental memory? i'll be honest; does the bodily part matter that much? physically active people generally having torn hymens and so on and so forth, minimal discomfort etc. pp...

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PETER/OLIVIA

Date: 2012-04-08 08:06 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia, oral sex.

Nice Distraction – Peter/Olivia

Date: 2012-04-09 08:27 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Set during 4x16. We all know this is how the scene should have gone...

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As Olivia opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside, she was immediately greeted by Peter's voice.

“Is that you?” he called from the direction of the kitchen. “What took you so long? I was just about to send out a search party – dogs, men in trench coats,” he continued.

Olivia lingered in the doorway to the kitchen area. Peter had set up a table for two, complete with candles and wine. In ordinary circumstances (what were those again?), coming home to Peter and a romantic dinner for just the two of them would have immediately brightened her day. But the taste of defeat, of confusion and disappointment still lingered. She barely managed a smile, and Peter immediately took stock of her mood.

“Oh,” he sighed, feeling a wave of disappointment himself, “that good, huh?”

Olivia shrugged, frustration lacing every word. “They don't even want me consulting on cases.”

“Well, I'm sure that's only temporary,” he said, trying to reassure her. He hated seeing her unhappy.

“Broyles said I should look at it as an overdue vacation,” she elaborated with a gesture of her hands. “Why would I assume, just because you and I are back together, that everything would be fine?” she asked, giving him a small smile as she gazed up at him. Why was it that she never seemed to be completely happy? Now her personal life was finally on track, she had thought that her elation and joy at being back with Peter could make up for any doubts or fears regarding her slowly fading memories. She gave him a look. “What, the world isn't gonna live up to my every expectation?”

Peter eased closer into her personal space. “Olivia,” he said, lowering his voice to a softer tone, “a vacation is not such a bad idea. Vermont's beautiful this time of year. I know you don't like skiing, but as long as we got a rug and a fireplace, I think we'll be fine.”

Olivia gave him another smile. She shook her head quickly, letting out a breathy chuckle before meeting his eyes seriously. Peter's matching smile warmed her and she felt a soft note of arousal at the intense look he was giving her, and became swept up for a moment in imagination. It was almost as she knew what he was thinking – and she was certain they were thinking the exact same thing.

A rug and a fireplace. Making love all day and all night. A vivid image of them entangled together, naked, as he pushed inside her – deeper, harder – invaded her mind. Olivia bit her lip nervously as a blush crept up and she tried to refocus.

Peter took another step and placed his hands along her shoulders, stroking down her arms gently. “You know what you need right now though?” he asked, bending his head towards her slightly.

“What?” she queried, voice catching.

His hands reached hers and he took them in his, leading her into the middle of the dining area. “You need to relax,” he answered huskily, voice soothing. “Take your mind off work for a while...” he said, unbuttoning her jacket.

She glanced down at his hands as they reached the last button, then met his eyes again. “And are you planning on helping me with that?” she asked, teasingly, coming around to the idea rather quickly.

Peter inched even closer as he pulled open her coat and pushed it off her shoulders, flinging it across the back of one of the chairs. Olivia placed her hands on his hips, fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt. She leaned her body into his, craning her head upwards. One of his hands reached up to cup her cheek, the other holding the small of her back, keeping her close against him.

“What do you--” she began, but Peter cut her words short, his thumb moving to rest against her lips.

He shook his head. “Stop thinking,” he advised, leaning down to capture her lips with his in a deep kiss, just as he removed his finger.

Olivia's eyes fluttered closed, deciding to do as he requested, giving over to the moment. She focused on the feeling of his lips on hers, his tongue softly sweeping into her mouth, his thumb stroking along her jaw, his other hand now under her shirt, fingers digging into her lower back. She moaned, clutching at his shoulders tightly, rocking upwards onto her toes and pressing against him more firmly.

They stood there for long minutes, just kissing. Revelling in each other, lips moving against each other, tongues dancing sensually. Olivia moaned, and Peter moaned in return. The kiss deepened, became more passionate.

Olivia threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging at the short strands. Continuing the kiss, Peter reached for the lowest button on Olivia's blouse and undid it, then worked upwards, popping each button free, taking his time.

Her blouse fell open and Peter's fingers traced along her bare belly, just above her pants. Olivia pulled away from the kiss to take a breath, lips swollen. Peter buried his nose against her neck, breathing heavily. He slipped his hands around her waist, exploring the expanse of skin along her back, his fingers tracing up and down her spine.

Peter turned his head just so, tracing his lips up along her neck, lingering near her ear. Olivia tilted her head to the side so Peter had better access. “Take off your shoes,” he whispered, arms still around her.

Olivia blinked, opening her eyes, caught off guard. Before she could ask another question though, he pulled away enough to raise an eyebrow at her, silently reminding her of his earlier instruction. Peter stepped back and gave her some room, arms at his sides.

With a short nod, Olivia took a step back to reach down and remove her shoes. Once that was done, she stood straight again, barefoot, waiting for his next move.

Peter reached out, taking the sides of her open blouse in his hands, tugging her towards him. She fisted his shirt in her hands as her body stumbled against his. She swallowed, a catch in her throat. His fingers went to her pants, undoing them, tugging them down quickly, now in hurry to get her undressed.

She laughed softly at his sudden impatience, stepping out of her pants as they pooled at her feet. He kicked them away, pulling her now half naked body against his still fully-clothed one. The texture of his clothing scrapped against her sensitive skin. Olivia could feel his erection against her hip, even through the thickness of his denim jeans.

Peter bent to kiss her again, hungrily, and Olivia slipped her hands under his shirt, fingers brushing along his skin just above his belt.

At the contact, Peter's smile widened, and in one swift move, he took her hips in his large hands and lifted her up. Olivia let out a gasp of surprise, her hands coming up to brace against his shoulders, grounding herself. She wound her long legs around his waist, groaning into his mouth as he cupped her butt firmly.

Feeling secure in his arms, she rolled her hips towards his, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth as she broke the kiss.

Peter made a low sound in the back of his throat when Olivia shifted her hips again and she felt a flash of satisfaction at his reaction. Peter's grip tightened slightly and he took two quick steps, placing her to sit on the edge of the round dining table. He swept the plates aside to make room, careful not to actually break anything, then set her more securely on the table.

Olivia's butt hit the cool surface roughly and she let her legs fall from around his waist. Peter settled himself comfortably between her legs, hands starting on her hips and moving up along the sides of her body. He skimmed his fingers over her ribcage, held her breasts in his hands briefly, before slipping them over her shoulders to push her blouse off.

“Hmmm,” she hummed lazily, feeling completely relaxed now, holding the hem of his shirt again, “I think you have too many clothes on.”

Peter traced his fingertips along her arms, around her back and upwards to the clasp of her bra, flicking it open. “That's okay,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I just want to make you feel good.”

He dragged the straps of her bra off her shoulders, dropping the bra to the floor. Olivia braced her hands against the edge of the table, to steady herself. Her bare breasts drew his gaze and she felt herself shiver. He cupped both breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs around the tops and over her nipples. Peter peppered open-mouthed kisses along her collar bone and down to taste the flesh of her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, suckling, then moved to taste the other. He flicked his tongue around the nipple, tracing slowly, tugging gently as he released it.

Olivia let her head fall backwards slightly, panting, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the edge of the table tighter. “Peter...” she moaned, feeling impatient and needy.

Taking the cue, Peter tugged at the straps of her panties, not entirely caring if they ripped as he hastily pulled them off. Olivia lifted her butt long enough to allow him to remove her last piece of clothing.

As he drew the panties over her calves, he knelt down, taking hold of one of her ankles. Peter pressed a kiss to the skin of her ankle, sliding her leg over his shoulder as he shifted closer on his knees. With a featherlight touch, he traced his fingers upwards along the insides of her thighs, causing Olivia's legs to fall open wider for him. He bit gently at the inside of her right thigh, near the top of her leg, nuzzling his nose against her wet folds.

Settling his hands on the sides of her butt, he inched her towards the edge of the table, holding her steady. Peter pressed a kiss to her thigh, on the reddened patch of skin he'd bitten a moment ago. He flicked his tongue along the inside of her thigh towards her heat. He heard her breathe a long moan, and repeated the action on her other thigh, teasing her, drawing it out.

He felt her shift against his mouth, rocking her hips towards his face, and heard the creak of the table. “Please,” she begged, almost mindlessly, “Peter, c'mon... please...”

In answer, he opened his mouth to taste her dripping, wet juices, dragging his tongue up along the length of her folds. A high-pitched noise escaped Olivia then, and it spurred him on to pick up the pace. He concentrated his efforts on her most pleasurable spot, circling his tongue around her clitoris, then flicking across it. He held her hips more firmly when she started shifting restlessly, desperate for release. He continued sucking and licking her folds, using faster strokes. He knew she was close, moaning above him, her breathy sounds of pleasure the only noise he could hear.

Olivia felt the tidal wave of pleasure build and build, let herself be swept away completely. All she could feel was Peter – his tongue, his lips. She reached one hand up to thread her fingers in his hair, not sure whether to push or pull. She fisted his hair in a tighter grip, mouth parted as she struggled to catch a proper breath.

With a final few strokes of his tongue, Peter felt Olivia come suddenly, shattering against him, her entire body shuddering. She screamed his name and he continued with a few more licks as her orgasm retreated. Once she'd stopped shuddering, Peter pressed a final kiss against her quivering thigh. He eased back on his haunches, slipping her leg off his shoulder and looked up at her. She looked rather dazed, flushed and spent.

And hopefully, extremely relaxed. Peter couldn't help but smile, rather pleased with himself.

Noting his almost too-satisfied smirk, Olivia flicked him a smirk of her own. “Nice distraction technique,” she said, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

Peter's smile lingered as he slowly stood, offering her his hands to help her back on her feet. She was about to lean up to kiss him, when the sound of his cell phone ringing interrupted them.

Peter hesitated momentarily, wondering how important the phone call could possibly be in comparison to having his girlfriend completely naked and all to himself for the night. They hadn't even gotten to desert.

As if sensing his thoughts, Olivia exchanged a look with him and nodded. “You should get that. I think the '70s are calling.”

Peter chuckled, glad that she still had her sense of humour, and reached to pick up his phone.

“Yeah?” he answered, taking a few steps away, glancing back at her over his shoulder. She reached down to pull on her clothes. Turning away from the tempting view, Peter forced his attention back to the voice on the other end of the line. “Yeah, I am actually. No, I just wasn't expecting... yeah.”

He hung up and turned back to see Olivia dressed back in her underwear and buttoning up her blouse. “Lincoln?” she enquired, glancing up to see him looking slightly uncomfortable. She knew he was still worried about her, and wanted to put him at ease. “Well, one of us is still on the team,” she said, taking a seat at the table.

“Liv...”

“Peter, I'm fine. Go.”

He gave her a smile, a mixture of empathy and love. He understood, somehow, just as always. “I'll be back as soon as I can.”

“Okay,” she said, watching him retreat, then glancing at the set table, cutlery and plates now all askew from when Peter had pushed things around. She leaned an elbow on the table, resting her chin on her hand.

In the quiet of the kitchen and trapped with nothing but her own thoughts again, Olivia decided that maybe a vacation to Vermont wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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ASTRID/PETER

Date: 2012-04-08 09:44 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Astrid/Peter; sex in the lab.

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Date: 2012-04-08 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
yay! A secret favorite pairing.

AmberRed Olivia/amberBlue Lincoln

Date: 2012-04-08 11:12 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
AmberRed Olivia/AmberBlue Lincoln, longing, new partnership, other worlds,
"I'm here for you, if you want me to be Olivia please just remember that your not alone"

Date: 2012-04-09 03:46 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia; porn. Olivia comes home to find Peter watching porn on the computer/tv. One of two options -

1. Olivia is not pleased and decides to punish him however she pleases. Peter feels guilty and agrees to do whatever she says and wants for punishment.

2. Olivia is intrigued by the idea and turned on that Peter is watching it. She decides to get kinky and asks to mimick what they're watching. And/Or make they're own little 'porno' filming it

Red!Lincoln, at the strip club

Date: 2012-04-09 03:58 pm (UTC)
kerithwyn: Oracle (Lincoln)
From: [personal profile] kerithwyn
(Mod, there's really no way to be anon about this; strike me down if I've crossed the line.)

Requesting a scene out of my own fic is tacky, but I'm in need. From The One Where Olivia is Bored:

Olivia could always call up some girlfriends, sure, head over to the strip club to watch the pretty gay boys (and the ones who are only faking it for tips) grind against each other. She sometimes thinks it'd be fun to take Lincoln along but A) she's not sure he could resist launching himself up on stage and B) she's not sure she'd try to stop him.

--yeah, I've been wanting to read that scene since I wrote the line. Pretty (so pretty) please?
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Mod here who's only to lazy to log in -- that's perfectly cool with me.

Or hot.

Actually, both.

Y'ALL, PLEASE GO FOR IT!

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Post 4x17

Date: 2012-04-09 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Lincoln's considering leaving for a universe that appreciates him. Olivia and Peter show him he's got a reason to stay.

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<3 <3 <3

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Lincoln/Olivia/Peter

Date: 2012-04-09 06:56 pm (UTC)
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Blue!Lincoln/Blue!Olivia/ Peter; Lincoln secretly confesses one late night in the lab to Olivia and Peter that he's a virgin. Peter and Olivia get cocky and decide to take him home and let him lose his virginity in a three-some.

Blue!Lincoln/Red!Olivia/Red!Lincoln

Date: 2012-04-10 12:35 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Red!Olivia and the Lincoln Lees; unusual threesomes that should be awkward but aren't (and feel all the more weird for it).

I kinda want something where the Lincoln Lees are talked into a threesome by Red!Olivia; she's enthusiastic, they're doubtful, it's gotta be awkward, right? Red!Lincoln's always been a little fluid about these things, and is willing to go with the flow, awkward or not, Blue!Lincoln is trying to figure out if it counts as latent narcissism or latent bisexuality... Olivia is just enjoying the hell out of it.

Anna Torv/John Noble

Date: 2012-04-10 06:35 am (UTC)
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For anyone daring enough to write this one I want it fairly explicit but other than that have fun with it.

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oh god I've been trying to wrap my head around a fic like this for so long! hehe I'd sooooo enjoy this....

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Anna Torv / Joshua Jackson

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Getting caught in the act at work.

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Peter/Olivia/Lincoln/Astrid

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Peter/Olivia/Lincoln/Astrid (set in the BlueVerse).

I'd be really curious to see if someone can make this work...

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Date: 2012-04-11 10:22 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
MOD NOTE:

Please add a kink.

(No, Autocorrect, not a "mink". Though that'd be hella kinky.)

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Peter/Olivia; dirty talk. Post 4x16.

Peter and Olivia decide to start up the full disclosure game again. Things take a turn for the naughty...

Date: 2012-04-13 07:27 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter/Olivia; kink is up to the author.

Olivia comes clean about the dreams she had about Peter. Peter wants to know every detail. Olivia doesn't leave anything out ;)

Date: 2012-04-14 01:06 pm (UTC)
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Yesss!!

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Peter/Olivia; based of 4x18. When Walter called them both in he was interrupting their play time.

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LOL - that was totally the vibe I got from that scene!!!

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Date: 2012-04-14 02:58 pm (UTC)
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Walter/alt!Olivia; hurt/comfort

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Omg yes!!!!!

Date: 2012-04-14 10:23 pm (UTC)
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Red!Olivia/Blue!Lincoln post 4x18: Let's just go with the flow and the Amber versions from here on in, okay? OKAY! We know Blue!Lincoln can't help the transference because hel-lo, it's his fate to fall in love with his partner all the time: Peter in "Stowaway", Robert pre-season, Olivia in S4. By contrast, Red!Olivia doesn't ever seem to, not even in this Amber timeline. But here's my point: What if Red!Lincoln also, in this subtly shifted universe, was NOT in love with Liv? He could be queer (the ACT UP poster in Red!Lincoln's locker and the pics of him with guys there); he could be asexual; he could be secretly pondering how to approach Altstrid, finally. All I want is Liv freely embracing this oddly appealing stranger from the Other Side.

...people, look: I have given you COUNTLESS FILLS FOR THIS MEME some even tolerable, please -- someone give me these two? As hot as you can make it.

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Babe, I am all over this.

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I really would love something where the other Charlie says "You're gonna be fine" to our Olivia and it breaks her heart.
From: (Anonymous)
Yes yes yes

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Peter/Olivia

Date: 2012-04-17 05:27 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Summer time fun.

Peter/Olivia

Date: 2012-04-21 05:29 am (UTC)
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Making Henrietta was a spur of the moment decision

Re: Peter/Olivia

Date: 2012-04-21 08:48 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Yes yes yes

Date: 2012-04-28 05:01 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Red Olivia and Blue Lincoln.

Set after World's Apart. Lincoln needs a place to stay and Liv offers her bed to him. But every time he touches her she closes her eyes and can't help but picture HER Lincoln.
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He thinks relationships are about timing.

If Olivia had met him first, she would have fallen in love with him first; they had so much in common. This is a great theory, one that helps Lincoln sleep at night. Except, technically, Olivia *had* met him first, was intrigued if not smitten and in the end, none of it made a lick of difference.

Intrigue doesn’t translate to passion. Her overtures of dates, coffee meet-ups at three am, disappeared the same moment a naked man arrived. And even if she wasn’t overly ‘friendly’ to their new guest (not for those first few weeks), she wasn’t romantically inclined toward Lincoln either.

Stalemate.

He tells himself that’s okay: they were too similar to begin with, like kissing your unnaturally beautiful sister. There’s another universe entirely where Peter Bishop didn’t exist, where Olivia Dunham never met him. Except the other version of Lincoln Lee doesn’t have the girl either – and that whole theory about relationships being based on who gets there first, sucks hairy goat balls.

He thinks relationships are about timing. She slips sometimes, calls him Linc. Or she’ll make a reference to that one time where the three of them, Charlie included, ran UC ops in Disneyland, where Linc had beaten up and cussed out a suspect while dressed as Donald Duck. She bumps his shoulder, hands Lincoln different foods to try, to bite the morsel from her hand, unassuming and without intent. Then freeze. Lincoln will see the realisation sink in, how she stutters and turns away, her muscles coiling with grief.

She musses his hair first thing in the morning, and after Lincoln’s restored it to its usual part, she’ll muss it again mid-afternoon until he’s dishevelled, rumpled as an electrified cat. Linc, she calls him, and Lincoln doesn’t know how to tell her he hates the abbreviation, that he prefers Lee if he’s going to be addressed in short form.

But he came here to fill a dead man’s shoes – because Linc had no sense of timing and Lee knows an opportunity when he sees one. Because people take notice of him here, they call him *sir*, offer free drinks at the bar and refuse his money at restaurants. There’s a sense of entitlement that’s sweet as a mermaids lure, filled with riches, a dead mans sunken treasure.

Here, finally, he’s someone important.

Here, dragons wait.

Charlie, the third member of their team, is the only one who sneers at him, openly and disdainfully, a hint of malice. “You ain’t done nothing to deserve it.”

He starts to lose his suits, his clothing replaced by the more practical, durable uniform of Fringe - cargos and thigh holsters, funky jackets, hard boots - until he walks past a mirror one day and startles.

“He had scars,” Liv whispers, the first time they sleep together. Her hand traces a lazy pattern across his chest, her voice sleep-soft.

Lincoln examines his torso, points out the chicken-pox scar on his right hip. “Like that one?”

“Acid burns, perfect disks of melted skin.” Lincoln blinks. “Here,” she places her hand on his inner thigh, “and here.”

“I don’t want to know.” His voice sounds harsher than it should.

“I miss them….I miss him…but you’re right here.”

“I’m right here,” he agrees.

“We can fix it.” His heart thumps once. Her eyes are unnaturally bright, her finger tracing burn patterns across his inner thigh. “We can fix it, Linc, until no one knows the dif.”

Date: 2012-04-29 06:38 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Peter / Lincoln ;)

Lincoln decides he has one last mission in the blue!verse to complete before he crosses over and the bridge is sealed. He wants Peter for just one night.

Peter either submits out of sympathy or fights him off and consequently spurs Lincoln further towards aggression...

Date: 2012-04-29 08:22 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
[SPOILERS FOR 4x20]


Oh, what the --

Blue!Olivia/Blue!Lincoln, good-bye / "one for the road"

Slightly AU or twist it into canon?

OverThere! Charlie/Lincoln; hurt-comfort

Date: 2012-04-30 10:12 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Charlie/Lincoln/Olivia also awesome, but she's having her 'breakdown' at this time in the show.

When Lincoln has healed a bit from being burned, they start letting him out of the nanite chamber for short periods of time. (For physical therapy, or whatever reason you want.) After being in the pod he's starved for comfort and touch. Lincoln's still weak and hurting, but Charlie does his best.

Re: OverThere! Charlie/Lincoln; hurt-comfort

Date: 2012-05-18 02:08 am (UTC)
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Lincoln swore, his face twisting. “Dammit, this itches.”

“Don’t--”

“Yeah, I know. ‘Don’t scratch.’ That’s all Melissa can say. Feels like bugs--” he paused, glancing at Charlie with a look caught half between empathy and guilt. “Bugs under my skin. Is that what it’s been like for you?”

“It’s not so bad,” Charlie hedged, but Lincoln had him pinned with his gaze. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Shit. I’m sorry I teased you, then.” Lincoln winced, his fingers twitching as he fought the impulse to scratch.

Charlie knew how he felt, both from his own experience and now, wanting to reach out and not sure how he could without hurting Lincoln any further. It still hurt *him* to see Lincoln like this, skin all twisted and raw. The nanite treatments had saved his life and put him on a fast track to recovery, but Charlie knew some scars would linger. Mostly the ones you couldn’t see. “Can they give you something for that?”

“I’m as doped up as I can be.” Lincoln waved to the table next to the burn recovery bed. The mattress looked like an upside-down egg carton, but Charlie was too glad to see Lincoln out of the nanite chamber to tease. “There’s some lotion that kind of helps, but I can’t reach everywhere and I’ve already bugged--sorry--the nurses too much today.”

“I can do that.”

Lincoln smirked. “I know, you’ve been suffering, haven’t had me around to molest.”

“Someone’s got a high opinion of himself,” Charlie said into the air, but it was more true than not. It’s been *rough,* these two months without both his partners around. They said Liv was getting better but he still wasn’t allowed to visit whatever secret nuthatch they had her stashed away in, and this was the first time Lincoln had been out of the chamber for more than a couple of minutes. He’d been missing them for reasons other than his cold bed. “You want me to, or not?”

“Yes, please.” Lincoln was uncharacteristically quiet as Charlie rounded the bed and glanced at the pile of tubes and bottles. “That one with the silver stripe.”

Charlie rubbed a little of the stuff between his fingers, then chuckled. “You want me to rub you down with lube? Kinky.”

“I just want--” Lincoln bit at his lip, flinched, and looked away.

“Linc?”

Lincoln’s voice was low. “Melissa, the other nurses, they’re all great. But they don’t-- I mean, they touch me for therapy and stuff, but--”

“Hey. Hey. I got you.” Lincoln’s face when Charlie touched him was...ecstatic. Far more than a gentle hand on his arm warranted. “Easy there, soldier.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Lincoln murmured, and giggled faintly.

Doped up, Charlie remembered. “Well, you’re a ball of fun. See if you can bring some of those good drugs home with you when they let you out.”

“My sparkling personality isn’t enough?” Lincoln started to tug at his loose johnny gown. “Seriously, Charlie, my back really itches. Would you?”

“‘Course.” He had to keep himself from taking a sharp breath when he moved around and saw Lincoln’s back. Broad swaths of skin were still shiny and painful-looking.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t.”

He laid his hand flat on Lincoln’s back as lightly as he could, and Lincoln hissed. “Sorry!”

“No, no, it’s-- it’s sensitive. But don’t stop.” Lincoln took a deep breath. “So tell me about the yahoos they’ve got you partnered with?”

“‘Working with’ just for now,” Charlie corrected, because he already had two partners that he was going to get back. “Chiang and Fitzgerald. And they’re good agents.”

Lincoln nodded and Charlie took that as his signal to continue. He kept it light, telling Lincoln about some of the easier cases they’d been working, paying more attention to the shift of Lincoln’s muscles under his hand. The touches hurt, he could tell from Lincoln’s slow breaths and muted flinches. But Charlie knew from his own experiences that it was a good hurt. The hurt meant you were alive and that someone you-- someone you cared about still wanted to touch you.

“Front too?”

“You can reach that yourself,” Charlie noted, but he was already moving around to sit on the edge of the bed facing Lincoln.

“Yeah, but it feels better when you do it,” Lincoln murmured, and the comment didn’t require answer.

The johnny was pooled around Lincoln’s lap by the time he was done. “Think they’d kick me out of I went any lower. Set off all your monitors or something.”

Lincoln flashed a wicked grin, so familiar Charlie almost could forget the burns. “Wish I could really get you in here with me.”

“Plenty of time for that when you’re better,” Charlie promised him, and Lincoln’s answering smile would carry him until then.

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