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Apr. 16th, 2011 07:02 pm
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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.

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6. Go for it!

REMINDERS

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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.

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Red!Olivia/Blue!Lincoln - Part 6

Date: 2012-04-24 10:25 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Lincoln brings two boxes and three suitcases with him. Everything else goes into storage in his own universe. He refuses to take Liv's bedroom and sleeps on the couch. She thinks that they should feel cramped in her little apartment, constantly under each other's feet, but they don't. It feels comfortable having him there. He doesn't ask what's wrong when she stares off into space, eyes full of unshed tears. She doesn't push when he goes tight lipped and tense, breathing heavily through his nose while he bites at his lips. She lays awake listening to the quiet sounds of him shifting around on the couch. She doesn't really sleep any better with him there.

It's late and Liv is starting to worry that she's keeping Lincoln from going to bed, but he's still working in the kitchen. They've sort of divided the apartment into little work zones so they each have room to spread things out on a table. Liv's sitting at the low table in the living room, on the floor, back against the couch. She's been going oven the intel they have on Jones. Despite the amount of information they have, they really don't have any information on Jones. He'd been careful with what he gave Broyles. They're no closer now than before. She snarls in frustration and shoves the files away from her, spilling half of them on to the floor. She hadn't noticed but Lincoln's standing across from her. He kneels and picks the files up, puts them away.

"Take a break for the night."

He sits behind her, legs on either side of her and digs his fingers into the muscles of her shoulders. She lets her head drop forward and bites back a groan.

Lincoln brushes her hair to one side and presses his thumbs into her neck, just on either side of her spine. The tiny friction of his skin against hers makes her stomach twist in an not altogether unpleasant way. She's torn between pulling away and pushing back into his hands. She does neither, letting him rub her neck until she's slumped boneless against the couch and the movement of his fingers slows.

"I don't really blame her, you know?"

Liv shakes her head. She doesn't, really. Lincoln has a habit of picking up conversations they left off hours ago, days. Her Lincoln had done that, too.

"The other Olivia. I don't blame her for picking Peter over me."

She leans her head to the side, resting against his knee. They'd been talking about this at lunch yesterday, discussing the ramifications of memories from existences that never happened over turkey melts and hash browns.

She's seen the way Lincoln looks at her double. She's watched him watching her during the meetings the two Fringe teams have on the bridge. She's seen how her double avoids meeting Lincoln's eyes.

Liv curls her arm around his leg and says, "I do."

Re: Red!Olivia/Blue!Lincoln - Part 6

Date: 2012-04-24 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
FLAILING HERE! <3 <3 <3 Back later!

Re: Red!Olivia/Blue!Lincoln - Part 6

Date: 2012-04-24 11:51 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Oh my God. *breathless* Liv, Liv, showing her hand when she doesn't have to look him in the eye...

This continues to feel so real, not effortless but quite to the contrary worked-out, and working due to just that. I love how they include these empty spaces around them into their communication with each other (and that picking-up-a-conversation again: that's just perfectly caught and characterised).

Re: Red!Olivia/Blue!Lincoln - Part 6

Date: 2012-04-25 05:28 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
afsgdtrhtjytg...Oh Gosh this fic is perfection, and I need more like I need air!

Re: Red!Olivia/Blue!Lincoln - Part 6

Date: 2012-04-25 05:51 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
ks;jfaoksldf <333333 So much love for EVERYTHING! Lincoln and Olivia living together! The spaces they carve out for themselves and where they find each other in the middle. Neckrubs! All the ♥ in the world.

They'd been talking about this at lunch yesterday, discussing the ramifications of memories from existences that never happened over turkey melts and hash browns.
You know, as you do. Just another day in Fringe division! The juxtaposition of the mundane with the bizarre is one of my favorite things about the show and you captured it in just one sentence.

Liv curls her arm around his leg and says, "I do."
!!!!!! *drifts into space and explodes* YES

Chinhandsing so hard at this! ♥

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