Spoilers: Everything so far, possibly even more.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fringe or it awesome characters, so if you want to charge someone the shrink's bill call JJ.

Author's note: So, when I Published "Green" wjobsessed asked if I was planning on writing anything for Valentine's day and me being me, or whenever I hear a suggestion my brain starts to work on it, and I had this idea for a while, so here it is. I plan on continuing this, I already have some ideas for their next dates, but I'm open if someone wants to suggest something specific. I warn you, though; I suck at updating soon, sorry!

Of course, I want to dedicate this to wjobsessed. Enjoy!

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Dating

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The first date

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"Okay, just hold on tight." Olivia kept screaming like a little girl. Peter liked it. "I can't believe you had never skated before." Peter was in front, facing her, holding her gloved hands on his own, skating backwards.

"Where did you learn?" She asked her eyes still glued to the ice.

"I'm not sure, I'm still trying to decide if it was this Walter or the other who taught me." Olivia looked directly into his eyes, there was no resentment, he was actually making a casual comment about it. Peter smiled.

"C'mon, right foot."

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"So, what's your favorite color?" They had a while making light conversation, filling the silence and passing the time while he so in vain tried to teach her to skate, Olivia had already fell three times, backwards (she pulled him with her two of three times).

"Black. Yours?"

"Blue."

It was their first date, of many, he hoped. He tried to keep it simple, tried not to scare her with a fancy dinner and candles, just some simple skating, keeping it casual.

Peter had waited, a very, very, very long time, wanting to be sure that whatever had happened he was able to put it behind him and pursue his feelings with her; that much had been clear despite all the anger and betrayal he had felt, he had never stopped having feelings for her, romantic ones, he did not want to blame her anymore and he wanted this, whatever this was, with her, he wanted to be able to kiss her, to hold her, to make love to her; someday, and never look back at "it" (They called it these days), he could not hold it against her forever, he didn't want to, and it had been almost two years now, he needed to move on, he wanted to move on, with her by his side, he will face this war with her, he had chosen her and he was happy with his decision.

Naturally it took a while too for her to say yes, he guessed Olivia had the same fears so this relationship had started with many rules: this and job were completely apart, whatever happened at the lab had nothing to do with this and vice verse, she had said they could not keep doing their jobs properly if they let personal got in the way (which he knew would happen, eventually), not touching or kissing at the office, and slow, they would take this as slow as it was necessary, for the both of them, trust didn't come easy, specially after what had happened, and despite having worked for this long together, work relationships and personal relationships could not always work the same.

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"And then there was I, no pants, no shoes freezing to death outside MIT."

Olivia laughed and tripped, Peter held her as much as he could but she ended hanging from his shoulders, smiling, and very close to him, they looked into each other eyes. Slow Peter, remember, slow. He didn't know if he was allowed to kiss her, they hadn't kissed yet, and he wanted to, but he also didn't want to scare her; at the end she made the decision and closed the distance. It was small, and hesitant, sweet and tender, he closed his eyes savoring the moment, the contact of his lips against hers, the tenderness in it (After all he had waited two whole years to finished what he started). She withdrew slowly while opening her eyes, looking at him. She blushed, he felt like a teenager.

"So, where were we?" And she smiled.

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Olivia felt completely relaxed, skates and everything. When Peter had asked her out her reaction had not been the best, she clearly remembered the last time they had tried this. That night had turned out so terrible wrong for everybody. He insisted, a lot, and she obliged. He wanted to. Peter could not see it but internally Olivia was glowing, not like him, if he had asked it was because they had finally reached the comfort zone again, he trusted her again; so much that he had put himself in a potentially fragile situation where he could end as wounded and betrayed as last time, and the feelings hadn't disappeared. She was so grateful, after had him gone and finally back her first feeling was gratitude that they were finally recovering, that they had finally had been able to go past it, that he had finally forgiven her.

"You are gliding!" Peter cried excited, Olivia looked down, and in fact she had glide, he moved backwards again, she skated towards him and Peter caught her in his arms.

"We still have to work on how to stop." This time he kissed her, she didn't hesitate this time.

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That was nice."

"I told you, a normal date, like it should be."

They were walking towards his car, he had a car now, and he was driving. What kind of man would let her take them on the SVU and drive? He was old fashioned.

Peter abruptly stopped in the middle of the street, Olivia panic, maybe this had all been a mistake, maybe this was wrong, maybe... Peter took her hand, he had taken his glove off, then he removed her glove too, he intertwined their hands, he squeezed...and Olivia squeezed back.

Perfect

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