Memories from the morning rolled over her, wave after wave; they rose and crested, the rumbling of her stomach broke her moment of serenity, a rarity for her – it must have been past noon if she had to guess- but she was far too sore and sated to move. Liv cracked one eye open, her gaze immediately fell upon her bedfellow. Olivia was draped over her. Blonde hair strewn about around her face, set aglow by a beam of light streaming in from one of the lab's many windows. She seemed somehow volatile and steady at the same time. A sleeping storm. The rain had finally stopped, but Liv couldn't for the life of her remember if it had ended while they were sleeping, or before.

A kiss of passion quickly turned into forceful, desperate, openmouthed kisses as Olivia lifted Liv up off the couch in one swift movement. Liv found herself promptly deposited on the nearest lab table. She instinctively clung to the edge, papers scattered by the now extra crispy shape shifters stuck to the sweat on her palms. Her arms strained against the onslaught. Olivia seemed to have given up on her mission to avoid contact and instead was trying to press as much skin-to-skin as possible. Her lips were everywhere, teeth nipping possessively from time to time, before moving on. The shirt she'd borrowed was ripped over her head; Liv hadn't bothered with a bra.

Olivia pulled back for just a moment and Liv caught the briefest look of hesitation in her eyes, but as soon as she registered it, it was gone. And there was no mistaking the intent of her gaze now. Eyes so similar to her own raked over her partially exposed body with voracious intensity. Never before had someone's gaze elicited such a carnal response within her. Perhaps there's something to Olivia's theory after all. Just as Liv gathered enough wits to wonder when Olivia had shirked her shirt and jacket, Olivia smashed their lips together once more and Liv was lost. Fingertips stroked circles around her breasts, Tease, weaving their way into her hair, pulling on the small hairs at the nape of her neck. Pulling Liv farther into her.

She smelled of smoke. It was in her hair, in her clothes, on her skin. It was oddly alluring; reminding Liv of a festival her mother had once taken her to in Jacksonville. It involved a bonfire that towered over her, albeit she was only 7 at the time. The heaviness of the scent further hazed her already hormone-addled mind. A ragged sigh clawed its way out of her throat as she felt Olivia's hands clutching her inner thighs, pulling her legs apart to draw even closer. Colours blurred together; the air was being sucked from her lungs. Olivia moved decisively against her, vibrating against her hedonistically.

Liv felt her everywhere. Olivia moved rhythmically, restlessly against her. Her senses were overwhelmed by the teasing swirls of Olivia's tongue and the feel of her hot breath on her skin. Olivia bit and licked trails across her abs and in the valley between her breasts, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Hips ground into her centre with increasing frequency. The pressure was equal parts exquisite and excruciating.

The hand that wasn't alternating between kneading her breasts and running tight circles around painfully hardening nubs was digging hard into her lower back, pulling Liv ever tighter against her. Soft cries died in the back of her throat as Olivia lingered to swallow up every one of them. Liv wanted to touch her, but she found herself unsure what would happen if she were to release the death grip she had on the table. It was taking all her strength just to stop from falling flat against the table. It would be easier, and more comfortable, but it would be the ultimate sign of submission. To her surprise, a part of Liv liked the idea, craved it even. Why else would she have tried to bring out the dominant side of Olivia that she'd glimpsed in the tank from her side if not to allow herself to finally be taken. She always seemed to be the one doing the taking.

Perhaps it was because she had come to this conclusion, or perhaps it was just a coincidence, but at that moment Olivia sucked hard against her, so brutally, in fact, that it sent a rippling shock straight along her spine. She jerked, her grip released and she was on her back moments later. Olivia nipped at her collarbone just below the soon to be bruise, soothing the reddening skin with her tongue.

Liv's hands crawled down Olivia's firm stomach searching for the zipper to her trousers. Olivia caught them before they reached their destination. The blonde seized delicate wrists and pinned them firmly above her head, lowering down in a slow, passionate kiss. Liv couldn't help but writhe beneath her. Her hips bucked against Olivia's knee as it rode into her. Liv grunted with each connection of their bodies, each pushing the redhead further towards her edge. Liv fisted the papers spread out about her head and arched into Olivia's every touch and ministration.

"Take me." Her heart was pounding; her breath ragged. Liv wouldn't even have been sure that Olivia had heard her, if she hadn't abruptly stilled against her at her words. She hovered, Liv's wrists in one palm, her breast in the other. With a an unmistakable growl, Liv found the flimsy cotton pajama pants she'd donned earlier pulled down the length of her legs and thrown across the room. A bra wasn't the only thing she'd neglected to put on. Wearing damp underwear out fighting shape shifters was far too unpleasant of a scenario to consider.

Olivia released her hands and leaned forward, bracing a hand on each side of her head and lifting so she could fit her hand down between their bodies. Liv gasped as the blonde's thumb finished its trail trough her curls and pressed against her clit. She teased Liv's entrance with slow, soft circles before she gently slid two fingers inside. The redhead's walls squeezed at her fingers, already craving more. She began tight circular massages with her thumb as she watched Liv squirm under her. Strokes that were soon accompanied by her tongue. Fuck.

Olivia's pace was slow, not rushed or forceful, as she massaged Liv's sensitive bud with broad strokes of her tongue, watching as Liv was left whimpering behind hooded lids.

Liv's nails dug into Olivia's shoulder blades, begging for more pressure. She was answered with quicker, more forceful rocks that Liv matched with her own, each more desperate than the last, until their rhythm was lost and Liv finally came undone. It was like fire and ice. It burned and broke and burst, vibrating through every cell in her body.

Red gashes crisscrossed along the blonde's otherwise unblemished back. Liv's fingers traced each groove, part of her wanted to feel bad about it all- from the red marks on her back to everything else. But she couldn't bring herself to feel it. She was happy. She felt good. And maybe she could conjure up some remorse, if it had been just sex. But it had been more than that.

Her ears were ringing, or maybe an angel was singing, Liv was still riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm and she didn't really care. Her back was sore, she could feel a number of soon to be hickeys and she was pretty sure her inner thighs looked like they had been used as a scratching post. And in a way they had. Despite all of this, she felt ridiculously good. Giddy even. Liv liked to think of herself as someone capable of taking a lot in stride. It was what made her such a good soldier; it was what made her a good Fringe agent.

Liv was ready for a great many things when her ears finally stopped ringing and she found herself back on earth – in the wrong universe – having just been utterly and spectacularly fucked by an alternate version of herself. What Liv wasn't ready for was the feeling of tears falling on her stomach, or the sound of Olivia's silent cries. There are some silences that truly go unnoticed and unheard. And then there are the silences that scream at you. But Liv was a good agent, and she took it in stride.

Olivia was trying to detangle herself from Liv's grasp, but Liv wasn't having it. She grabbed onto Olivia's face with both hands and pulled her close. She wrapped her bare legs around the blonde's calves to hold her still against her. Olivia was half on top of her. Liv briefly pondered the weight limit for standard lab tables in this universe. Their breath mingled again; Liv's deep post-coitus panting and Olivia's shaky, shallow gasping. Liv wiped tears off Olivia's cheeks with her thumbs, patiently waiting for Olivia to meet her eyes. There were a lot of things that could be getting to her; it hadn't been an easy 24 hours. Somehow Liv knew what it was that affected her so, but just as she knew this, she knew Olivia would have to be the one to bring it up.

It only took a few minutes for Olivia's eyes to find hers. Their faces were centimeters apart, Olivia's bottom lip was sticking out as she tried to smooth away the lines of pain from her face. Liv bit down on her lip to keep from kissing the protruding temptation, it was not the time.

"Watching you orgasm," Wow, right to the point there. "was one of the most beautiful things I've seen in my life. The way you completely came undone around my fingers. The look on your face, the complete release of it. While I very much enjoyed bringing you to that point," Olivia's eyes were still watering but one corner of her mouth tugged into a shadow of a smirk, "I found myself ridiculously envious. I can't do..." Olivia waved her hand around aimlessly in the space around them, "that." Liv tightened her legs and pulled the blonde to her until her still wet slit came in contact with Olivia's bare abs, which clenched deliciously against her.

Liv gave a small smile, "What? You've never orgasmed?" Olivia shook her head, and Liv's hands fell to rest on bare shoulder blades, stroking soft circles along he spine. Olivia opened and closed her mouth a few times like she was deciding how to answer, "No. Not that. It's just I can't... let go like that. Sometimes late at night I ponder my humanity. They took so much from me. I've tried to pick up the pieces..." Liv cut her off,

"You think them using you as a science experiment made you incapable of trusting enough to let go in bed?" Olivia looked like she was considering nodding, but instead she just met her eyes steadily. Liv shook her head in disbelief,

"Forgive me for being tactless, but that's ridiculous. Ever think that perhaps it had something to do with the men you were in bed with? I mean your most recent man was secretly working for the NSA, and the guy before that one that screwed you over for a promotion. Perhaps your instincts were right, perhaps you just weren't listening to them." Olivia's eyes narrowed, "you were doing research into my past relationships."

"Not all of us had the convenience of a memory download," was what Liv wanted to say. Perhaps she was maturing, perhaps she cared more about Olivia's feelings than satisfying her need to have the last word, perhaps she was just too tired to start a fight, whatever the reason, instead she said, "Being brought over to this side to work a case and suddenly being given access to all your case files, I was curious so sue me." Olivia seemed to have moved past the digging Liv had been doing in her past and instead reflected on her words.

"Maybe." And though she had whispered it, Liv didn't need to strain to catch the word; she could practically taste it, it was so close to her lips. They lingered for a moment, when Liv suddenly felt Olivia moving against her again. Liv's wetness made for smooth indulgent strokes and Liv took a moment to register Olivia's next words as the haze once again began descending over her senses, "and what about you? Should I be trusting you?" Her voice was hoarse, filled with equal parts lust and incredulity, but Liv felt more than heard an honest question in her tone.

Liv pulled away briefly to grab a hold of the button to Olivia's trousers. She didn't undo it, she simply ran her fingertips along the hemline delighting in the way it made Olivia's breath hitch, "I think you know I won't hurt you." Olivia nodded absently, her eyes fixed to Liv's mouth and Liv took that as an invitation. Pushing her back, Liv hopped off the lab table and backed the both of them up onto the couch. Olivia slowly sank down unto the cushions, looking equal parts lustful and bewildered,

"But why do I know that?" Liv had finally removed the pants in her way, and settled down to straddle Olivia's hips; she tossed the red hair obscuring her view over her shoulder with a grin,

"That's a question for another day."

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