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Not So Quiet
By trancer


"Shh," Olivia whispers, giggles. "Be quiet."

It's not that Astrid's against the occasional make-out session in a supply closet of the lab. Peter had taken Walter.. somewhere. At the sound of the door closing, Olivia got that look in her eye and her hand was clasping around Astrid's, leading her to the closet. They started kissing, and kissing, and kissing. And now the kissing and making out is skirting over that edge into something.. more.

"Liv.." Astrid pants. Her blouse is unbuttoned (when did that happen?) and Olivia's hands is cupping Astrid's breasts. Kneading, thumb pressing hard against the erect nipple. Hard enough to make Astrid moan. "We have to stop."

"Stop what," she teases.

"That.. This.." Astrid licks her lips. Her eyes snap closed at the shudder rippling across her skin from the slight bite of pain as Olivia pinches her nipple. "Fuck."

"Funny.." Olivia drawls, practically purrs as her fingers draw down Astrid's stomach and there's the quick pop of top button of Astrid's slacks. "That's exactly what I was thinking."

"Li.." The word is cut off by a deep and definitely not quiet moan. Because Olivia's fingers are on Astrid now. Astrid knows she's not supposed to be this wet, this soon. But already, her hips are arcing, meeting Olivia's fingers and finding a rhythm.

Olivia's lips find Astrid's neck, finds that spot and start suckling. It's like hot sparks sprinkled on Astrid's skin because she's just.. tingling now. Her arms drape over Olivia's shoulders, fingers threading into her hair, nails scraping over her scalp. Back to the wall, Olivia pressed against her, Astrid raises a leg, drapes it over Olivia's hip.

Astrid groans louder as two fingers slide into her. It's not fast, it's not slow, it's just.. good. Real good. She's panting into Olivia's ear, the soft and quiet whimpers crescendo into deep and not-so quiet moans.

"Astrid," Olivia chuckles again, almost tauntingly. "Shh."

"Shut up!" Astrid growls.

"What? Like this?" Olivia curls her fingers just so. Astrid's glad Olivia's holding her weight because it's like her body loses complete control. She's writhing now like she's trying to slither out of her skin, body wracked with deep shudders. Her mouth completely slack open as she holds back the scream she desperately wants to release.

"You know.." Astrid pants after an eternity. "I'm totally going to get you back for this."

"Mmm," Olivia purrs, clasping Astrid's lower lip between her own and pulling until it pops from her mouth. "I can't wait."


She looks up from her microscope to see Walter staring at her, his brows furrowed slightly in concern.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine," she says, doing everything in her power to not actually look in the man's eyes. "Just a little overworked, that's all."

"Ah." He pauses in his Walter way then sniffs heavily through his nose. "It smells like Thai food in here. Peter.." he wanders off, moving towards his son. "Did I tell you about the time I was in Phuket and.."

Astrid dares to look up from her microscope, cheeks blazing hot. She finds Olivia across the room staring at her, a coy and very smug half-grin on her face.

Astrid glares at her, as if she could ever be mad at Olivia Dunham. Already, the wheels are turning in Astrid's mind. She meant it when she said she'd get Olivia back. And she will.

Only this time, she has no intention of being quiet.

The End

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