Peter Bishop sits at an encrusted wooden table in the far-off corner of yet another seedy Boston bar. The place smells of acrid and stale smoke, tossed in with hot beer and the stench of humanity. Oddly all mixed up with cheap cologne and the odor of cooking grease long over-due to be changed. It was absolutely nauseating. To think he used to thrive in places like these…
He grumbles to himself:
*Can't tell me that I can't go on an operation with my girlfriend. That my status as a civilian make me a liability. Us being split apart is THE liability…*
He watches Olivia and Lincoln Lee like a hawk while nursing the house-special beer. He had considered some good Kentucky bourbon, maybe some Maker's Mark, but he wanted to be sharp-witted in case anything went wrong with the sting operation. Becoming inebriated would defeat the purpose. He'd protect Olivia if she needed him. He does not trust the other agent to have her back if shit got real.
Broyles is wanting to permanently transfer Agent Lee to Fringe Division. He is testing him with Olivia on a normal terrorism operation before immersing him totally into the "Freak Show." On one hand, Peter likes the idea. But on the other… it makes him nervous…
Olivia is laughing at one of Lee's ridiculous jokes. Peter has been friends with the other agent for a few weeks now, and yes, he finds the man humorous. Peter has grown to like Lee as a brother he should have had. They just click on so many levels. But even siblings feel jealousy, especially over romantic partners. Peter had observed this first-hand from Olivia's dealings with her sister Rachel when she had showed interest in him. Peter had enjoyed seeing Olivia jealous.
*Now Peter, Karma is a real nasty bitch…*
Olivia swings around onto Lincoln's lap and sways her hips into his. Peter about spits his beer out all over the place. Cursing, he downs the rest and orders a much taller glass. Olivia is kissing all up and down Lee's neck and lips, and he moves to caress her back.
*If he goes for her breasts, I'm gonna punt him into the fucking harbor…*
Watching her tease Lee has left Peter even more angry about being told he had to stay behind, and stranger still, it makes him horny as a goat. And he can't do a damned thing about it but squirm and curse his selection of skin-tight jeans.
Lincoln sees what appears to be Peter Bishop at the jukebox in the very back of the bar, and he freezes. He has studied and admired the man's form so much that he knows for sure it is him. Peter looks back toward the bar and his eyes lock with Lincoln's. But he just calmly walks back and sits down at his table, nodding his head to some Dave Matthews Band song.
"Oh, shit…"
Olivia is still sitting on Lincoln's lap her back turned to Peter. She whispers to him, "What, are they here? Do I need my gun?
Lincoln is beat-red and sweating. "Umm… no… Peet.. Your boyfriend is here, and he's giving me a demonic death glare …"
Olivia had hoped that he wouldn't notice Peter's presence. She whispers back, "Just stay calm, Agent Lee. I know he followed us. Peter is as stubborn as a mule. He's your friend, and he knows this is all just part of the sting-op."
Lincoln swallows hard and starts to talk, but finds it difficult to do so without squeaking. Then he finds his courage. "Is it really, Agent Dunham? Because if I didn't think so highly of your abilities as an agent, I'd swear that you are trying to make him jealous. And knowing what I know of that man's past, I REALLY do not want to piss him off."
"Wait… what do you know of Peter?" Olivia was suddenly threatened. First, she didn't like her professionalism questioned. Second, she didn't like people making character judgments about Peter based solely on his past. Third, she'd never admit that the second sometimes did wreck the first.
"It's OK, Dunham. He has talked to me. He told me that he was involved in a lot of things that didn't make him proud. I was able to…umm… use some connections to find out specifics since his real file is highly classified. I know he is a changed man, but some things do stay with a person. They are fundamental. You have no idea what Peter Bishop is capable of doing. " Lee's eyes light up and his lips give a smile of admiration, "The man is a perfect wild-card."
Olivia glances back at Peter, and her face turns into the most disapproving Dunham-scowl he's ever seen.
*Fuck yeah, be mad at me.*
Peter gives his most charming grin from a long repertoire of his charismatic tricks, then proceeds to finish off his tall beer.
The sting is a bust. The marks were tipped off and never arrived. Broyles is really upset and giving Olivia an earful when Peter ambles up to her and Lee. Lee took a step back, not sure of Peter's intentions. Peter smiles and says, "Maybe next time, Agent Lee. You may get Fringe Division assigned yet."
He sees Lincoln shake. Good. "So… about Olivia.. I didn't mean anything by it, you know, Peter?" Lincoln looked into Peter's eyes, looking for any sign of forgiveness. He thinks: God the man has beautiful eyes.
"No harm done, Linc. I understand. Olivia has the vagenda…"
"Vagenda?" Lincoln raises his eyebrows as he queries.
"Heh, never mind. I'll talk to you later, bud," Peter shakes Lincoln's hand and the man departs just as Olivia was getting off the cell phone call with Broyles.
"I need to go to the lab and file some information. You're coming with me, Peter."
"I'm not just mad, Olivia. I fucking pissed-off! Letting you go into a very dangerous situation with an unknown field agent? What the Hell was Broyles thinking?"
"Well, given Broyles has spent most of his life in the service of this country in some capacity, I'd say that his assessment of Lee being the boon and you the liability should not be questioned!" Olivia was absolutely livid and now screaming at Peter. "Who made you MY babysitter! I did fine without you tagging along, and I can still handle myself while you hold down the fort, Peter!"
She pushes Peter, with both of her hands. It cathes him off guard, and she gasps.
"Oh, so you want to get physical now. I was perfectly happy using just angry words." Peter shoves her into the wall and she shoves him back. Then Olivia trips him using a FBI taught technique, but he pulls her to the floor with him.
They square-off for dominance, and all the while she feels Peter stiffen against her. She grinds into him teasing him, calling him names that would be appropriate for his con-man past. "Why you fucking bastard! Leave it to a man to get a fucking hard-on when he's angry!"
"Shut-up, Sweetheart." He forces her into a lip lock with him, then both have it out with their tongues. Peter is surprised by her reciprocation. Both of them are sweaty and running their hands through each others hair.
"I'm going to fuck you hard, right here on the damned lab floor so that you won't forget who the real man is."
"Bring it on, bad boy," Olivia retorts, wanting to see just how far over the edge Peter has gone.
Peter straddles her as she stares at him with challenging eyes, breasts heaving with each heavy breath, her lungs seeking oxygen from the exertion of her struggle with him. Peter takes one of his hands and roughly pushes her skirt up, cursing the fact that she has panties on, but grateful they were there when she was teasing Lincoln earlier. He shoves her shirt up, then maneuvers her bra over the top of her breasts, which pop out, free for his attention. He lavishes them with his tongue and mouth, sucking and grazing them with his teeth, as he dry humps himself into Olivia. Olivia tosses her head to the side, trying to quell any sounds of approval.
"You're going to remember this so that next time you think of messing with my head or heart, you won't even have the desire. Unless you like it when I fuck you raw."
"You wouldn't dare hurt me," Olivia hisses as she mocks him.
He then undoes his belt and zipper. This allows his jeans to be pushed down far enough to free his strained and achingly hard cock from it's restrictive imprisonment. It juts out with force as Peter sighs from relief, then he growls low from the bottom of his throat. He pulls her legs apart and rams himself into Olivia's soft center with no further preparation or warning.
Olivia moans out a cry that sounds hurt, but also approving. Peter holds still. As much as he wants to pound into her, he knows that if he does, he'll explode in two seconds. He wants this to be a lasting lesson.
He pulls back, but instead of his normal routine of initial gentle thrusts, he pushes into her with a hard pump of his hips and she whimpers. He continues the slow, forceful thrusts, deliberately and methodically going as deep as he can bury himself in Olivia's depths. He pushes Olivia's arms above her head as she proceeds to not-so-gently rake her nails down his back, drawing muffled sounds from Peter that sound like he is enjoying the pleasurable tinge of pain. He nips then bites her from shoulders to lower neck and up to her earlobes, marking her as his own. She takes his cue and returns the actions, making him snarl with animalistic approval.
"Yeah, so are you going to forget this, Livia? I can feel you quiver all around my cock. You're not trying to hold back an orgasm are you? Nobody makes you cum like I do, do they Livia?"
Olivia didn't know what to think. It seemed something had taken hold of Peter, that he was not all there. But she was enjoying the rough way he plowed into her. She was on fire and so wound up, that just the right motion would severe the ties that held her back.
Peter pulls out of Olivia, which makes her protest
"Ah, so you aren't that pissed with me after all, Livia? Admit it, you love me rooting into you as far as possible."
"Damn it, sometimes I really hate you, Peter Bishop! If you're going to fuck me, do it, and get it over with!"
"Turn over, on your knees," he directed. Olivia gave him a sneer and then did as he requested, sticking her rear end as far out to him as possible.
He pushes the skirt up over her back and Peter takes a moment to admire her ass. She is lean, but well-rounded. He rubs his hands over her cheeks, then slides the purple silk panties aside. This time he slowly inserts his cock into Olivia, inch by inch until he is buried balls-deep. She sighs at his penetration then bucks into him, and he laughs. Then he gets wild-eyes and grabs her hips.
A switch has been turned on inside Peter.
"Hold On."
Olivia about has the air knocked out of her as Peter assaults her pussy with all he has. He is digging into her flesh and leaning back, putting his full weight into each of his powerful strokes. He has gone feral, muscles flexing and straining. He is grunting and moaning without a care as he nears his climax. Olivia feels like she is going blind it feels so painfully good. They are sweaty and slick, and as such, the lab echoes with sounds of their bodies making repeated contact and that of her breasts slapping together as she rocks with Peter. Olivia is sure that they have moved several feet from where they initially started.
Her orgasm ripples violently through her, and she screams his name over and over. It takes everything he has to keep inside her, as her muscles contract forcefully almost shoving him out. Between all the pleasurable pressure bearing down on his cock and her voice saying "Peter, God" like a prayer, he spills into her, his cum spraying like jets and all thick, voluminous and hot.
He slows down his final strokes as he grows soft, and lowers himself down to her side, Olivia still shuddering from her orgasm. The heat is pouring off in waves from the both of them, and it seems the entire lab has been permeated with the smell of sweat and pheromones.
Then he sees a tear slide down Olivia's face. Peter's anger has been sated with the effective release of tension and sexual endorphins, bringing him back down to Earth.
*Oh Hell, what have I done?*
"Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to have sex with the old Peter Bishop. I see he is still in there somewhere. Another case of 'be careful what you wish for,' I guess."
Peter reaches his hand slowly to the side of Olivia's cheek, brushing the tears away with gentle feathery movements. His eyes are also misty now. "I'm sorry that I lost control, Olivia. It was petty of me. I didn't mean to hurt you. Damn it, I love you so much and we've been through a crucible together…"
Olivia presses her lips gently to his and applies the gentlest of suction, kissing him as her soul-mate, not just as a miffed lover. He relaxes against her, but then pulls away and sits up, his eyes searching hers for more understanding.
"Don't worry, Peter. The tears are more for yet another loss of innocence than anything. I guess that we were due some grudge sex at some point, as pent-up as each of can be with emotions sometimes. It would be naïve to think that we'd always have romantic and fluffy sex. You've been fuming for awhile. That passion had to come out one way or another. I guess this is our version of couple's therapy."
"Having an 80 year old, narcissistic, mother-fucking, old mad-scientist inhabit a far-too-many-times-over psychologically abused lover will make a man a bit over protective. I worry about you. I'm afraid that if I'm not by your side, things may get ugly. We seem to do best together."
I knew you were there. I wanted to make you jealous for showing up when you were explicitly told you were not cleared for the assignment."
"You baited me?" Peter looks indignant, yet impressed at the same time.
"Peter, don't be hard on Agent Lee. It's not like he is any threat to you. He's more likely to be attentive to YOUR advances. The man didn't even get hard when I ground myself into him. If I'd done that to you, you would have either creamed your jeans, or bent me over the bar table… You like him right?
"Yeah, he's a good guy. Smart as a whip and funny as hell. But… "
"His alternate is a Fringe Division Captain on the other side. Heck, he may be their Commander now. He was very tenacious when it came to the welfare and protection of his team. I don't expect that our Lee may be any different in that regard. Who knows, he might even save your ass one day."
"Well, if our suspicions are correct, that's probably not all he wants to do with my ass, Peter quipped with a silly grin.
"Aww… but Peter, you make such a cuddly, angry teddy bear."
"Better watch out, Livia, or I'll make Agent Lee's fantasies come true and see how jealous you get."
"Jealous? Peter, honey, I'd probably join you."
Peter has all kinds of thoughts going through his head, none of them chaste. "Dunham, you still surprise me."
"On the other hand, you'd split the poor fella in two. Giving new meaning to my prior name for you: "Massive Pain-in-the-Ass."
Peter chuckles at this, "Oh really? You called me that? Well, let it be known that I had my own names for you and they sure as Hell weren't "Sweetheart." I think I even used the old Viking word for female genitalia…"
"You know that I would rack your genitalia if you ever used the word for me now," Olivia said, showing no joking or amusement on her face.
"Besides, your cock is all mine, isn't it, Mr. Bishop?" Olivia turns him over and sits over his lap, staking her dominant position.
"Yes, Ma'am. And if you want, I'd be perfectly happy to be called your "Massive Pleasure-in-the-Ass."
Olivia turned red and indulged him. "I guess that is on our list for another day. And not here on the floor. Ever. Let's go home and get showers then talk, OK?"
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Hey Jealousy
Date: 2011-06-07 05:10 am (UTC)He grumbles to himself:
*Can't tell me that I can't go on an operation with my girlfriend. That my status as a civilian make me a liability. Us being split apart is THE liability…*
He watches Olivia and Lincoln Lee like a hawk while nursing the house-special beer. He had considered some good Kentucky bourbon, maybe some Maker's Mark, but he wanted to be sharp-witted in case anything went wrong with the sting operation. Becoming inebriated would defeat the purpose. He'd protect Olivia if she needed him. He does not trust the other agent to have her back if shit got real.
Broyles is wanting to permanently transfer Agent Lee to Fringe Division. He is testing him with Olivia on a normal terrorism operation before immersing him totally into the "Freak Show." On one hand, Peter likes the idea. But on the other… it makes him nervous…
Olivia is laughing at one of Lee's ridiculous jokes. Peter has been friends with the other agent for a few weeks now, and yes, he finds the man humorous. Peter has grown to like Lee as a brother he should have had. They just click on so many levels. But even siblings feel jealousy, especially over romantic partners. Peter had observed this first-hand from Olivia's dealings with her sister Rachel when she had showed interest in him. Peter had enjoyed seeing Olivia jealous.
*Now Peter, Karma is a real nasty bitch…*
Olivia swings around onto Lincoln's lap and sways her hips into his. Peter about spits his beer out all over the place. Cursing, he downs the rest and orders a much taller glass. Olivia is kissing all up and down Lee's neck and lips, and he moves to caress her back.
*If he goes for her breasts, I'm gonna punt him into the fucking harbor…*
Watching her tease Lee has left Peter even more angry about being told he had to stay behind, and stranger still, it makes him horny as a goat. And he can't do a damned thing about it but squirm and curse his selection of skin-tight jeans.
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Lincoln sees what appears to be Peter Bishop at the jukebox in the very back of the bar, and he freezes. He has studied and admired the man's form so much that he knows for sure it is him. Peter looks back toward the bar and his eyes lock with Lincoln's. But he just calmly walks back and sits down at his table, nodding his head to some Dave Matthews Band song.
"Oh, shit…"
Olivia is still sitting on Lincoln's lap her back turned to Peter. She whispers to him, "What, are they here? Do I need my gun?
Lincoln is beat-red and sweating. "Umm… no… Peet.. Your boyfriend is here, and he's giving me a demonic death glare …"
Olivia had hoped that he wouldn't notice Peter's presence. She whispers back, "Just stay calm, Agent Lee. I know he followed us. Peter is as stubborn as a mule. He's your friend, and he knows this is all just part of the sting-op."
Lincoln swallows hard and starts to talk, but finds it difficult to do so without squeaking. Then he finds his courage. "Is it really, Agent Dunham? Because if I didn't think so highly of your abilities as an agent, I'd swear that you are trying to make him jealous. And knowing what I know of that man's past, I REALLY do not want to piss him off."
"Wait… what do you know of Peter?" Olivia was suddenly threatened. First, she didn't like her professionalism questioned. Second, she didn't like people making character judgments about Peter based solely on his past. Third, she'd never admit that the second sometimes did wreck the first.
"It's OK, Dunham. He has talked to me. He told me that he was involved in a lot of things that didn't make him proud. I was able to…umm… use some connections to find out specifics since his real file is highly classified. I know he is a changed man, but some things do stay with a person. They are fundamental. You have no idea what Peter Bishop is capable of doing. " Lee's eyes light up and his lips give a smile of admiration, "The man is a perfect wild-card."
Olivia glances back at Peter, and her face turns into the most disapproving Dunham-scowl he's ever seen.
*Fuck yeah, be mad at me.*
Peter gives his most charming grin from a long repertoire of his charismatic tricks, then proceeds to finish off his tall beer.
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The sting is a bust. The marks were tipped off and never arrived. Broyles is really upset and giving Olivia an earful when Peter ambles up to her and Lee. Lee took a step back, not sure of Peter's intentions. Peter smiles and says, "Maybe next time, Agent Lee. You may get Fringe Division assigned yet."
He sees Lincoln shake. Good. "So… about Olivia.. I didn't mean anything by it, you know, Peter?" Lincoln looked into Peter's eyes, looking for any sign of forgiveness. He thinks: God the man has beautiful eyes.
"No harm done, Linc. I understand. Olivia has the vagenda…"
"Vagenda?" Lincoln raises his eyebrows as he queries.
"Heh, never mind. I'll talk to you later, bud," Peter shakes Lincoln's hand and the man departs just as Olivia was getting off the cell phone call with Broyles.
"I need to go to the lab and file some information. You're coming with me, Peter."
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"I'm not just mad, Olivia. I fucking pissed-off! Letting you go into a very dangerous situation with an unknown field agent? What the Hell was Broyles thinking?"
"Well, given Broyles has spent most of his life in the service of this country in some capacity, I'd say that his assessment of Lee being the boon and you the liability should not be questioned!" Olivia was absolutely livid and now screaming at Peter. "Who made you MY babysitter! I did fine without you tagging along, and I can still handle myself while you hold down the fort, Peter!"
She pushes Peter, with both of her hands. It cathes him off guard, and she gasps.
"Oh, so you want to get physical now. I was perfectly happy using just angry words." Peter shoves her into the wall and she shoves him back. Then Olivia trips him using a FBI taught technique, but he pulls her to the floor with him.
They square-off for dominance, and all the while she feels Peter stiffen against her. She grinds into him teasing him, calling him names that would be appropriate for his con-man past. "Why you fucking bastard! Leave it to a man to get a fucking hard-on when he's angry!"
"Shut-up, Sweetheart." He forces her into a lip lock with him, then both have it out with their tongues. Peter is surprised by her reciprocation. Both of them are sweaty and running their hands through each others hair.
"I'm going to fuck you hard, right here on the damned lab floor so that you won't forget who the real man is."
"Bring it on, bad boy," Olivia retorts, wanting to see just how far over the edge Peter has gone.
Peter straddles her as she stares at him with challenging eyes, breasts heaving with each heavy breath, her lungs seeking oxygen from the exertion of her struggle with him. Peter takes one of his hands and roughly pushes her skirt up, cursing the fact that she has panties on, but grateful they were there when she was teasing Lincoln earlier. He shoves her shirt up, then maneuvers her bra over the top of her breasts, which pop out, free for his attention. He lavishes them with his tongue and mouth, sucking and grazing them with his teeth, as he dry humps himself into Olivia. Olivia tosses her head to the side, trying to quell any sounds of approval.
"You're going to remember this so that next time you think of messing with my head or heart, you won't even have the desire. Unless you like it when I fuck you raw."
"You wouldn't dare hurt me," Olivia hisses as she mocks him.
He then undoes his belt and zipper. This allows his jeans to be pushed down far enough to free his strained and achingly hard cock from it's restrictive imprisonment. It juts out with force as Peter sighs from relief, then he growls low from the bottom of his throat. He pulls her legs apart and rams himself into Olivia's soft center with no further preparation or warning.
Olivia moans out a cry that sounds hurt, but also approving. Peter holds still. As much as he wants to pound into her, he knows that if he does, he'll explode in two seconds. He wants this to be a lasting lesson.
He pulls back, but instead of his normal routine of initial gentle thrusts, he pushes into her with a hard pump of his hips and she whimpers. He continues the slow, forceful thrusts, deliberately and methodically going as deep as he can bury himself in Olivia's depths. He pushes Olivia's arms above her head as she proceeds to not-so-gently rake her nails down his back, drawing muffled sounds from Peter that sound like he is enjoying the pleasurable tinge of pain. He nips then bites her from shoulders to lower neck and up to her earlobes, marking her as his own. She takes his cue and returns the actions, making him snarl with animalistic approval.
"Yeah, so are you going to forget this, Livia? I can feel you quiver all around my cock. You're not trying to hold back an orgasm are you? Nobody makes you cum like I do, do they Livia?"
Olivia didn't know what to think. It seemed something had taken hold of Peter, that he was not all there. But she was enjoying the rough way he plowed into her. She was on fire and so wound up, that just the right motion would severe the ties that held her back.
Peter pulls out of Olivia, which makes her protest
"Ah, so you aren't that pissed with me after all, Livia? Admit it, you love me rooting into you as far as possible."
"Damn it, sometimes I really hate you, Peter Bishop! If you're going to fuck me, do it, and get it over with!"
"Turn over, on your knees," he directed. Olivia gave him a sneer and then did as he requested, sticking her rear end as far out to him as possible.
He pushes the skirt up over her back and Peter takes a moment to admire her ass. She is lean, but well-rounded. He rubs his hands over her cheeks, then slides the purple silk panties aside. This time he slowly inserts his cock into Olivia, inch by inch until he is buried balls-deep. She sighs at his penetration then bucks into him, and he laughs. Then he gets wild-eyes and grabs her hips.
A switch has been turned on inside Peter.
"Hold On."
Olivia about has the air knocked out of her as Peter assaults her pussy with all he has. He is digging into her flesh and leaning back, putting his full weight into each of his powerful strokes. He has gone feral, muscles flexing and straining. He is grunting and moaning without a care as he nears his climax. Olivia feels like she is going blind it feels so painfully good. They are sweaty and slick, and as such, the lab echoes with sounds of their bodies making repeated contact and that of her breasts slapping together as she rocks with Peter. Olivia is sure that they have moved several feet from where they initially started.
Her orgasm ripples violently through her, and she screams his name over and over. It takes everything he has to keep inside her, as her muscles contract forcefully almost shoving him out. Between all the pleasurable pressure bearing down on his cock and her voice saying "Peter, God" like a prayer, he spills into her, his cum spraying like jets and all thick, voluminous and hot.
He slows down his final strokes as he grows soft, and lowers himself down to her side, Olivia still shuddering from her orgasm. The heat is pouring off in waves from the both of them, and it seems the entire lab has been permeated with the smell of sweat and pheromones.
Then he sees a tear slide down Olivia's face. Peter's anger has been sated with the effective release of tension and sexual endorphins, bringing him back down to Earth.
*Oh Hell, what have I done?*
"Sometimes I wondered what it would be like to have sex with the old Peter Bishop. I see he is still in there somewhere. Another case of 'be careful what you wish for,' I guess."
Peter reaches his hand slowly to the side of Olivia's cheek, brushing the tears away with gentle feathery movements. His eyes are also misty now. "I'm sorry that I lost control, Olivia. It was petty of me. I didn't mean to hurt you. Damn it, I love you so much and we've been through a crucible together…"
Olivia presses her lips gently to his and applies the gentlest of suction, kissing him as her soul-mate, not just as a miffed lover. He relaxes against her, but then pulls away and sits up, his eyes searching hers for more understanding.
"Don't worry, Peter. The tears are more for yet another loss of innocence than anything. I guess that we were due some grudge sex at some point, as pent-up as each of can be with emotions sometimes. It would be naïve to think that we'd always have romantic and fluffy sex. You've been fuming for awhile. That passion had to come out one way or another. I guess this is our version of couple's therapy."
"Having an 80 year old, narcissistic, mother-fucking, old mad-scientist inhabit a far-too-many-times-over psychologically abused lover will make a man a bit over protective. I worry about you. I'm afraid that if I'm not by your side, things may get ugly. We seem to do best together."
I knew you were there. I wanted to make you jealous for showing up when you were explicitly told you were not cleared for the assignment."
"You baited me?" Peter looks indignant, yet impressed at the same time.
"Peter, don't be hard on Agent Lee. It's not like he is any threat to you. He's more likely to be attentive to YOUR advances. The man didn't even get hard when I ground myself into him. If I'd done that to you, you would have either creamed your jeans, or bent me over the bar table… You like him right?
"Yeah, he's a good guy. Smart as a whip and funny as hell. But… "
"His alternate is a Fringe Division Captain on the other side. Heck, he may be their Commander now. He was very tenacious when it came to the welfare and protection of his team. I don't expect that our Lee may be any different in that regard. Who knows, he might even save your ass one day."
"Well, if our suspicions are correct, that's probably not all he wants to do with my ass, Peter quipped with a silly grin.
"Aww… but Peter, you make such a cuddly, angry teddy bear."
"Better watch out, Livia, or I'll make Agent Lee's fantasies come true and see how jealous you get."
"Jealous? Peter, honey, I'd probably join you."
Peter has all kinds of thoughts going through his head, none of them chaste. "Dunham, you still surprise me."
"On the other hand, you'd split the poor fella in two. Giving new meaning to my prior name for you: "Massive Pain-in-the-Ass."
Peter chuckles at this, "Oh really? You called me that? Well, let it be known that I had my own names for you and they sure as Hell weren't "Sweetheart." I think I even used the old Viking word for female genitalia…"
"You know that I would rack your genitalia if you ever used the word for me now," Olivia said, showing no joking or amusement on her face.
"Besides, your cock is all mine, isn't it, Mr. Bishop?" Olivia turns him over and sits over his lap, staking her dominant position.
"Yes, Ma'am. And if you want, I'd be perfectly happy to be called your "Massive Pleasure-in-the-Ass."
Olivia turned red and indulged him. "I guess that is on our list for another day. And not here on the floor. Ever. Let's go home and get showers then talk, OK?"