I've decided to pick back up and write some fiction. This story had a promising start and then I started a new job. I've also been busy with successful fan projects via an organization I helped found. It's taken a lot of time, but has done great things for Fringe.

Anyway, what's a story from me without a little heat? And we're all missing some Peter/Olivia right now! This chapter is M, so iffen yer a Puritan, please exit now.

Inner Rain

Rain, feel it on my finger tips

Hear it on my window pane

Your love's coming down like

Rain, wash away my sorrow

Take away my pain

Your love's coming down like rain

The room is filled with steam, a result from the highly effective shower head in the Bishop's bathroom. A light melody floats through the air, as Peter Bishop glides softly inside, careful to not alert the source of the singing to his presence. He smiles, standing with his hands in the pockets of his soft, dark blue robe, happy to hear her sing. Olivia has a beautiful voice, and he feels extremely lucky to be one of the few people who have heard it. It saddens him that she does not lift her voice up in happiness more often. Their lives have been very hard with all that has happened since the day the other universe was destroyed. Today was a particularly rough day. But here, in the haven of their home, she relaxes. And Peter will be damned if she does not receive the comfort she deserves. He messed up royally today. But in their world, he and Olivia learned long ago not to hold grudges.

Letting the robe slide off her shoulders, Olivia turns around in order to hang it up on a hook, and she smiles like a naughty school girl when she sees Peter standing by the doorway, his smoky blue eyes still vibrant in the haze of the steam. His eyes cannot hide the fact that they are feasting upon her nude body, as if it were a temptation placed in front of a man within a few millimeters of his self-control being completely snapped. His soft smile communicates a great reverence, almost like that for a goddess, but also emanated an intense desire to worship -stoked by a fiery lust. All he needs is a sign, otherwise he remains motionless, consumed and powerless in her naked glory.

Swaying her hips, Olivia steps up to Peter, and undoes the tie-belt of his robe, her green eyes not leaving his blue as she does so. His breath is very heavy, and erratic. He swallows hard, his shaft already at full attention just from looking at her in this rare, vulnerable state. Only for him. No matter what other things had caused pain to Peter in his life, he felt so lucky and grateful that she is his and he is hers. Even after being married for ten years, he had eyes only for her, and they still rutted like newlyweds when they had the chance.

The steam makes her look ethereal to me him, her skin glistening like diamonds. Peter shrugs the robe off, but unlike neat Olivia, he grunts as he kicks it into a corner with his foot. He then starts to reach for her but she strides a few steps to the shower and tilts her head to the side, her blond hair cascading over the front of her chest, enveloping her breasts like a sheer curtain. Her gaze to Peter, telling him without words to, "come hither." The looks between them have always been a part of their love-making foreplay, loving each other which just mere thought. This prelude could last for days at a time. Her hungry stares are enough to drive him into a carnal animal, and her affectionate glances bring him to his knees with their tenderness.

Peter steps into the shower and Olivia follows, but she reaches from behind him and cups his balls in her hands , rolling them back and forth, eliciting quivers and a gasp from him. She strokes his length, with a languid motion, partially using his own fluid to help lubricate her teasing motions, spiraling her hand with alternating pressure around his girth from root to tip. Her free hand massages over his hot and soaked body. Peter can't help but to rapidly pump himself into her hand, low groans of appreciation escaping his throat. Just as she feels him tighten and she notices the tone of his appreciation has changed, she doubles her efforts, and her reward is Peter coming undone like a fire hose with a kink in it. He turns around to kiss her and finishes unloading onto her belly. No matter, the shower quickly slakes away his ointment from her skin. Olivia embraces him, her head resting upon his shoulder as he caresses her back, his eyes closed and lips upturned in a smile of immense happiness. "I almost lost you today," she softly whispers. Peter lifts his head up, eyes now open wide as he stares at the ceiling. He sighs and cusps her chin in his left hand - looks with soulful regret into her eyes, and gently whispers, "I know."

A moment's silence for a ritual that had become routine to them. A major reason they decided not to bring much-wanted children into the world. They accepted that any day, one of them might not come home.

"For some reason, that makes me extremely horny," Olivia grins at him, trying to lighten the mood again.

"Oh?" Peter holds her tight against him, using the wall as support to corral her in. He grabs the detachable shower head, the pulsing stream from the shower head becomes a delightful torture to her clit, and she writhes against him, begging him to stop. Long fingers, first one, then two, are inserted into her wanting body, aching for fulfillment. The curved strokes of Peter's fingers, coupled with the warm, pulsing, teasing water - and the hot look of control and desire radiating from Peter's eyes - become Olivia's undoing.

"Fuck, Peter…Dear… please, please, I can't take anymore! You're killing me!"

He gives in to her demand, and places the shower-head back upon its perch. Kissing her sloppily, and rapidly sucking his way up her neck, Peters brings his lips to her ear as she comes down from her high,and he heavily whispers, "Hmmm … Sweetheart, how many times over the years have I almost killed you?" He traces the outside of her ear lightly with his tongue and then he greedily sucks her ear lobe with a heavy breath, causing her to shiver. "Besides, in this day and age, death by orgasm is a great way to go. Come on, Honey. I love it when you come for me, come all over me…"

Olivia reaches between them and gives him a few seductive tugs with just the right pressure to make his knees weak. He's no longer a young man, but Olivia has a great effect on his stamina, making him more than capable of going again. He picks her up abruptly, and she instinctively wraps her long, soft slender legs around his waist. Peter nibbles her ear as the water streams down their slick bodies, then joins with her gently, deliberating, slow - then back and almost out. With her arms gripping around his broad, flexed shoulders, she only moans into his shoulder at his delicious torture.

"I love you so much it hurts, Sweetheart," Peter softly offered to her, his nose buried into her neck - another push into her as far as he could, but this time a bit faster and more solid.

The pace of the movement in his hips increases and he wraps his strong arms around Olivia so that she is as close to him as possible. He smells her hair as she cradles her head into his shoulder, her sounds of pleasure muffled, but he can tell that her apex has almost been reached. Peter adjusts the width of his stance so that he has to thrust more upward into her, knowing from her body's reaction and her nails in his back that he found Olivia's switch to her floodgate. This orgasm has been building deep and slow, and when her dam finally breaks, she whimpers and gasps; then her straining voice fills the room with an invocation of "Ohhhhh… Goddd….. Peterrrr!

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"What?" A very startled Peter jumped as he awoke to a deluge of cold water that fell onto his face.

Disoriented, he looked up and saw another middle-aged man, wearing a tan colored, broad-brimmed slouch hat, a brown sack coat and woolen trousers. He had a stern look on his face and a musket now aimed at Peter.

"Are you the deadbeat bounty jumper that's been raidin' my smokehouse? Because I reckon that I've had 2 large hams, and countless rashers of bacon disappear over the last few weeks, and I've been waiting to catch the rotten thief! And here he be!

Just another dream of long forgotten memories. Peter fought back the tears as he realized his current situation. Being blown away by an angry farmer didn't sound too bad of a way to go. But he had one more piece to find!

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(song lyrics - "Rain" by Madonna )