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fringe_kinkmemeThis is a kinkmeme. You may just be familiar with the concept.
If not: explicit, adult content; read at your own risk, and keep the kids -- wherever that arbitrary line is in your jurisdiction -- out. Also, please wear your seatbelt.
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'seliade'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).
If not: explicit, adult content; read at your own risk, and keep the kids -- wherever that arbitrary line is in your jurisdiction -- out. Also, please wear your seatbelt.
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
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).
The Thoughts Your Actions Entertain (Lincoln/Olivia/Peter, post-4x16) Part 8 aka THE PORN, plus coda
Date: 2012-04-10 09:43 pm (UTC)Peter thinks that is true but beside the point. He catches Olivia's eyes but didn't have to; she's already giving Lincoln a little shrug-smile. "Lincoln, no; I mean --" she breathes, and a more determined expression appears on her face, "we don't have to do anything right now this very moment. We could just...sit. Even talk. Or wait until we're back home."
Taking in Lincoln's doubtful face, Peter adds, "It's like you said, Lincoln -- this is about a relationship." He ponders it for a millisecond, then says what he thinks. "Not that I would mind the sex that comes with it."
The corners of Lincoln's mouth twitch upward. "I hear you." His face goes serious again, each of his words clearly enunciated, "You asked me what I want. I...don't want to go back to my empty hotel room. I want to be with you, both. But I'd like to..I'd love to be with Olivia tonight. If you want to, Olivia."
"Yes," she says, warmth in her voice, and almost hesitantly touches the fabric where Lincoln's dress shirt falls open by the collar between thumb and forefinger. "Lincoln, I'd love to."
The expression on his face is indescribable even to Peter, who considers himself fairly verbose. Lincoln glances at him, not a push but a please, and Peter nods, steps back. It's surprisingly hard: not so much Lincoln and Olivia together but Lincoln and Olivia together without him. But he gets the guy. He's been waiting for, dreaming of this for a while. And Olivia in this time-line who's also here, who's also her, has been falling for Lincoln ever since they met.
He remembers his own elation -- actually, he has to do completely disregard the first time with Olivia. But the second first-time was the charm, and the third first-time of sorts was too, whatever proverbs say about these things. Peter is no fan of numerology. Sinking back into the armchair, he watches them kiss.
Lincoln stands with his legs spaced widely so Olivia fits neatly in-between them, on the same level as Lincoln when she stretches just a little. Which she does, tugging at his buttons now, impatient as ever, and he can't understand her muttered words into Lincoln's ear, but he completely gets Lincoln's answering laugh. Lincoln reaches down, and the rustle of Olivia's pants hitting the floor shouldn't be so loud in his ears. Louder even than the thundering rush of blood in his ears.
Naked, they're works of art, paintings or drawings or statues intertwined in a park. Peter knows Olivia, knows a hundred secrets about her body and the powerful brain that drives it, half of them gathered when they weren't even sleeping with each other yet. But looking at Lincoln, the strong line of his shoulders, chest and stomach muscles that are a sin to hide under stiff suits, he thinks, I want to learn yours too.
On their slow shuffle to the bed, Olivia almost trips over Lincolns belt, the metal part catching on her little toe so she bends down to remove it. "Hey," Lincoln breathes, "we should save some things for later, maybe?" making Olivia huff out a laugh of her own and pull Lincoln in for another open-mouthed kiss. She's flushed already, eyes bright and nipples erect and oh, okay, Lincoln has noticed too, hand closing around first one and then the other of Olivia's breasts. His thumbs are running soft circles across the areolae. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, "but it's not that; you're strong too. You amaze me every day." Olivia shivers, whether at Lincoln's words or his caresses Peter can't tell, but she isn't idle, manages to shove them both onto the king-size bed. Lincoln laughs into her mouth, nips at her collarbone. "Okay," he breathes, "I got it. I got you." Olivia runs her fingers through his hair, eyes half-closed in pleasure when he moves down her body, tongue and fingers on her nipples where, Peter shifts to see it better, Lincoln uses just a hint of teeth, enough to make her moan, moan his name and please, okay.
Lincolns smile could light up a room, Peter thinks. Lincoln moves further down between Olivia's leg and nips at her bellybutton, getting a gasp in return, and then slides his hands and his head down, down to where Peter knows she's hot and wet by now -- he loves how slick Olivia gets, drenching his fingers and tongue, and from Lincolns little groan he does too. "God, Olivia," Lincoln whispers, and she stutters out a laugh. "Not quite," she breathes, and Peter grins because she sounds almost like him, and also, fuck it, there's no manual for this, and if so, Peter would disregard half the chapters anyway. The buttons on his jeans pop open, and -- yeah, thats better. He licks his palm once, twice, strokes his cock firmly but slowly so he has some relief but doesn't miss a thing.
Olivia's moans are still soft but more frequent now. Her eyes have fluttered closed, and she's tossing her head to the side, but she still, barely manages to utter words -- yes, there and lower and deeper, oh, Lincoln. Peter can't see what exactly Lincoln is doing, but since Olivia is biting her lips and tugging helplessly at Lincoln's hair, he must be doing something right. He gasps too, in-between, and their combined sounds alone are making Peter lose his fucking mind. He tightens his fingers at the base of his cock, presses; he doesn't want this to be over just yet, but then Olivia shudders over there on the bed, lets out the low whine he knows so well, and Peter speeds up his hand and too shivers into bright-bursting sensation, squeezing his eyes shut.
When his eyesight returns enough to look at them again, Lincoln is slowly crawling up Olivia's body, smile somewhere between shy and pretty damn triumphant. There's a light sheen of sweat on his skin, a few drops collecting in the small of his back. Lincoln's still hard, cock curving lightly toward his stomach, glistening at the tip. Peter's mouth is suddenly dry. Olivia props herself up on her elbows, glances at Peter with a lazy smile -- he waves back with a slightly sticky hand, seeing the spark of amusement in her eyes -- and then leans into Lincoln's kiss. "Hey," she says and, "your turn to lie down?" Lincoln nods and sinks down into the sheets, trailing one hand along her hip, her side, but too lightly: making her squeak just for a second. Ticklish, Peter thinks; Olivia will make him learn this too. Lincoln lifts his hand in surprise, letting out what sounds suspiciously like a giggle. It subsides fast when Olivia swings one leg over his hips and, letting out a breathy sigh, slides down on Lincoln's cock.
She starts to move and now, now the grip of Lincoln's hands on her hips, her waist and breasts is firm. Olivia blinks, presses into his touch, inhaling and exhaling fast and faster, rhythmically. "Lincoln," she says, leaning forward, her hair falling over them both, reaching down between her legs, and then Lincoln is lifting himself up, heels digging into the mattress so he can counter each downward with a thrust, until he groans her name, loud and deep and pulls Olivia down, hard. She gasps, half-shifting, half-falling down, stealing -- no, it's not stealing when it's so freely given. They kiss, slower now. Sated.
"Peter," Olivia says, sleepily. "What are you still doing there?"
Lincoln's still on his back, still catching his breath, and obviously -- except for Olivia covering him -- still naked. It's a good look on him. "Yeah," he says, blinking at Peter, and the expression on his face is perfectly sweet. "Join us?"
Well, duh. Peter is feeling too pleasantly sluggish to comment, but he does, gladly.
In sleep, all the worry on Lincoln's face is wiped away. Peter lifts himself up just a little. Lincoln looks gorgeous, and also -- unrelated to this notion of Peter's -- a lot more like his purposefully cheery counterpart (who's hiding quite a lot underneath the handsome hero mask, but at least he does it reasonably well).
An intake of breath, and then Lincoln's eyelids flutter, and he blinks blearily at Peter. "Oh. Um. Good morning?"
"That it is," Peter agrees, because it's due to be a rainy day in New York, but for some reason, the morning is clear, and the light streaming in through the windows is filtered through orange curtains, throws warm patterns of swirls and spirals over their bed. Lincoln turns carefully to look over his shoulder at Olivia, still snoring lightly, and the expression on his face turns dreamy before shifting into something else when he looks back at Peter.
Peter gentles his smile. "If you are a little freaked out at our arrangement, or just at me in your bed --"
"No, no." Lincoln's eyes widen, and he shakes his head. "That part -- you and Olivia and me is fine. It's finer than fine, in fact. Peter, I slept. Through the whole night."
He remembers Olivia telling him now, and the tension in his chest dissipates. "We're a cure for insomnia." Peter smirks at Lincoln. "Exclusive offer, though: for you only."
"I know." Lincoln lets out a breath he must have been holding. "This feels good. Peter --"
"Yeah?"
"Come here." Lincoln props himself up one arm, still slow as not to wake Olivia. His eyes are bright, blue, and there's a dare in his eyes that Peter finds oddly cute.
Peter shuffles forward, still lying on his side, until there's little space between their bodies. Lincoln reaches out to touch his shoulder and pull Peter in. Lincoln kisses like he loves it, gentle but with intent, oddly playful for someone so neat and buttoned-down. Well, not right now, of course. And he wasn't inhibited yesterday night either. Quite to the contrary.
They have to work on communication, because Peter tends to keep secrets (although he's gotten better at sharing them) and Olivia tends to keep in everything (although she too is working on it). But he thinks this man who against the odds managed to make his way to their doors three times now (of a Harvard lab in two timelines and this one now) isn't likely to give up easily. They all will figure it out as they go along. They always do.
Peter closes his eyes and kisses him back, tasting Olivia's on Lincoln's tongue, and a world of promise.
Re: The Thoughts Your Actions Entertain (Lincoln/Olivia/Peter, post-4x16) Part 8 aka THE PORN, plus
Date: 2012-04-10 10:18 pm (UTC)They have to work on communication, because Peter tends to keep secrets (although he's gotten better at sharing them) and Olivia tends to keep in everything (although she too is working on it). But he thinks this man who against the odds managed to make his way to their doors three times now (of a Harvard lab in two timelines and this one now) isn't likely to give up easily. They all will figure it out as they go along. They always do.
I want this paragraph framed.
Re: The Thoughts Your Actions Entertain (Lincoln/Olivia/Peter, post-4x16) Part 8 aka THE PORN, plus
Date: 2012-04-10 10:33 pm (UTC)Re: The Thoughts Your Actions Entertain (Lincoln/Olivia/Peter, post-4x16) Part 8 aka THE PORN, plus
Date: 2012-04-11 04:28 am (UTC)Re: The Thoughts Your Actions Entertain (Lincoln/Olivia/Peter, post-4x16) Part 8 aka THE PORN, plus
Date: 2012-04-11 04:31 am (UTC)Hope you'll post it on AO3 so I could bookmark it, because any other ways of saving favourite links don't work with me. :)
Re: The Thoughts Your Actions Entertain (Lincoln/Olivia/Peter, post-4x16) Part 8 aka THE PORN, plus
Date: 2012-04-11 11:02 am (UTC)Many thanks for your thumbs-up! :)
Re: The Thoughts Your Actions Entertain (Lincoln/Olivia/Peter, post-4x16) Part 8 aka THE PORN, plus
Date: 2012-04-11 08:10 pm (UTC)Re: The Thoughts Your Actions Entertain (Lincoln/Olivia/Peter, post-4x16) Part 8 aka THE PORN, plus
Date: 2012-04-11 07:02 pm (UTC)It's surprisingly hard: not so much Lincoln and Olivia together but Lincoln and Olivia together without him.
THIS. I love this. That Peter's not jealous of Lincoln and Olivia, but rather the fact that he can't join them :)
Fuck it, there's no manual for this, and if so, Peter would disregard half the chapters anyway.
that he would. ♥
And that last paragraph? You say much about these characters with so few words. Gorgeous. I don't have enough hug .gifs to thank you for the incredible fill! <3