Fic: The Queen of the Castle (Olivia/Rachel, Fringe)

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Title: The Queen of the Castle
Author: Janine
Fandom: Fringe
Pairing: Olivia/Rachel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.

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Olivia heard the door to the bedroom open and close. She knew that Rachel had entered the room, but she still started slightly when she felt the soft press of Rachel’s fingers against the bare skin at the small of her back. She had been pulling off her work clothes to change for bed, but as Rachel’s fingers slowly trailed up her spine, Olivia forgot all about the big plans she had for pajama pants and tank tops and turned around to face her sister.

“Finally got her to settle down?” she asked as Rachel adjusted to their new face-to-face position and began to trail her fingers over Olivia’s stomach.

“Yes,” Rachel drawled slowly, her brows creasing a little as she looked up into Olivia’s eyes with mock displeasure. “No thanks to you,” she added as a smile touched Olivia’s lips and the older blonde looked away impishly.

“I didn’t think the story was that scary,” Olivia murmured a few seconds later with a note of apology in her voice, even though a soft smile still played on her lips.

“Of course you didn’t,” Rachel muttered, grasping Olivia by the waist as her thumbs stroked the agent’s deliciously muscular stomach. “You’re a badass FBI agent who hunts down killers, mad scientists and assorted other dangerous weirdoes to bring home the bacon. There’s not much that scares you.”

“There are some things that do,” Olivia responded softly, lifting her hand to cup the right side of Rachel’s face. “The thought of anything happening to you, or Ella,” she continued as Rachel lifted her hand to cover the one Olivia had pressed against her. “And, of course, the phrase ‘I have an excellent idea’ coming out of Walter’s mouth. Not to mention birds,” Olivia went on, shivering at little as she said the last word. She had begun to take things to a level that was entirely too serious and completely uncalled for before bedtime, and she wanted to loosen things up.

“Terrifying, beady-eyed creatures,” Rachel agreed, absently stroking Olivia’s ribcage, “Nogoodniks, the lot of them. They should just fly south already and leave us in peace.”

Olivia smiled at that, and the two of them stood there for a few moments observing each other before Rachel wet her lips and lifted herself onto her toes so that she could press her lips against Olivia’s.

The kiss was brief and light at first. They were still a bit hesitant with each other. This change in their relationship was still new, still fresh and there remained a nagging fear at the back of their heads that one day they would lean forward to kiss the other only to have her pull away.

Olivia did not pull away, however, as Rachel’s lips ghosted against hers. Instead she sighed softly, gratefully, as if she had been waiting for such contact for an inordinate amount of time, and she let her hand drift to the back of Rachel’s neck, holding her gently but firmly as Rachel’s lips began to move against her own more ardently.

“Is it …” Rachel whispered against Olivia’s lips as her fingers danced up the agent’s ribcage towards her bra.

“Yeah,” Olivia sighed, arching her back slightly in anticipation of Rachel’s touch, her tongue slipping between her lips to lick at Rachel’s as the younger blonde’s hand cupped her breast through her bra and squeezed.

Olivia’s mouth became more demanding as Rachel’s thumb and fingers began to play with her rapidly hardening nipple through the material of bra, and Rachel gave control of the kiss over to her. Olivia was naturally the more dominant of the two, but she was always hesitant and docile until Rachel made a move. It was only once she was assured of Rachel’s desire that she begin to assert herself.

Rachel knew why this was. Olivia had always been protective of her. By the time Rachel was old enough to start dating their step-father was long gone – not that he had much interest in protecting them from anything when he was around – but Olivia had stepped up and made it known to Rachel’s dates that someone was watching, and ‘that someone’ was not opposed to hitting or shooting anyone who got out of line.

Rachel had lost out on a few potential boyfriends after introducing them to her sister, but she had felt completely safe on dates with the boys who had stuck around after meeting Olivia.

Olivia was hesitant to touch Rachel first because she didn’t want to coerce Rachel into anything. She needed Rachel to make the first move to know that it was okay with her, that it was her choice. It was silly of course. Olivia was the one person in the world Rachel knew would never harm her, but despite the fact that Rachel didn’t think it was necessary she knew Olivia did and so she let her have her way. There were some things that were worth fighting with her sister over, but who got to kiss who first was not one of them.

Rachel smiled against Olivia’s lips as the older blonde’s hands began to urgently but awkwardly make their way under her top.

“Do you want me to take this off?” Rachel asked playfully, her heart triple-hammering in her chest a moment later when Olivia pulled back from her lips and nodded, all the while staring at her with heavily lidded eyes.

They had been lovers for over a month, but it still shocked Rachel and gave her thrill when she saw Olivia look at her like that. It simultaneously made her want to cradle the agent in her arms, rip her clothes off and pounce on her. Even at the beginning of her marriage, when the sun had risen and set with Greg, and the world was perfect as long as they were together, he had never managed to look at her with the aching tenderness and love mixed with burning desire that was constantly in Olivia’s gaze.

“Yeah,” Olivia husked even though she had already responded to Rachel’s question, her eyes locked intensely on her sister as Rachel took a step back from her and began to lift her shirt over her head.

Once Rachel’s shirt was thrown to the side, her pants soon followed, and moments after that Olivia’s pants joined the rapidly growing pile of clothes of the floor. Left only in their underwear, Olivia turned her attention to the bed and flipped the sheets down with a theatrical flourish that made Rachel smile, and then the two of them climbed onto the mattress and shimmied their way closer to each other.

They lay opposite each other as they had so many times in the past, and then Rachel reached for Olivia, snaking her hand around her sister’s waist as she pressed their lips together once more.

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Rachel loved the way Olivia’s lips would part and her eyes would widen when her fingers slipped inside of her, as if every time it was genuinely a surprise to her how wonderful it felt. She loved the way Olivia’s body immediately pulled her deeper inside, and the wet, velvety clench of her inner-muscles. It made her feel powerful and needed and when Olivia’s hands reached for her face to draw Rachel’s lips down to hers, Rachel always kissed her with a ferocity that made Olivia moan into her mouth and clutch at Rachel’s hips as if she were afraid for her life.

In those moments as her fingers worked inside of Olivia and her lips played cartographer, mapping her sister’s skin, she understood the fierceness with which Olivia looked after her and Ella. Much of the time Olivia seemed larger than life. She seemed invulnerable, almost viciously competent; solid, hard, unbreakable. But under Rachel’s hands and lips her sister was soft, pliable, and vulnerable. As Rachel’s hands took hold of Olivia’s slim hips, or her fingers entwined with Olivia’s lissome, tapered digits, a momentary fear would grip Rachel that made her return her lips to Olivia’s and kiss her as if she was dying. She thought about the slender body underneath hers out in the dark fighting monsters and she wanted to wrap her arms around Olivia and never let her go.

But then Olivia’s eyes would glint with wildfire, and powerful legs would wrap around her waist, or strong hands would take hold of her and flip her over, and Rachel would feel her sister’s strength, her poise, her will, and Rachel’s fears would fade. Olivia’s lips would take possession of hers, and Rachel would know in the very deepest part of her that the world had more to fear from Olivia than Olivia had to fear from the world.

“Rachel,” Olivia gasped as her sister’s fingers curled within her, the pads of her fingers dragging along the spongy patch of tissue inside that made Olivia’s toes curl and her and legs shake.

“There?” Rachel asked softly, already knowing the answer to her question as she stared down into dark swirling pupils surrounded by a thin green ring.

Olivia’s lips twitched in an almost smile, and when Rachel’s fingers moved within her again she shivered and whispered, “There,” languorously, her voice conveying supreme ecstasy as she stared deeply into Rachel’s cerulean eyes.

Rachel had always found Olivia beautiful, in fact, aggravatingly so. Whether her eyes were red and puffy from crying, whether her hair was in disarray and sticking to her sweaty forehead after soccer practice, or she had dark circles under her eyes from staying up to late working on papers or tracking down criminals, Olivia was always a breathtaking sight to behold.

Over the past month, however, Rachel had discovered that her sister was never more beautiful than she was in the throes of orgasm.

When Rachel gazed down at Olivia to see her face flushed and her lips parted as Olivia stared up at her with wide, awed eyes, it filled Rachel with such joy and love that she had to characterize the feeling as ecstatic. In those moments when Olivia’s body tensed and then shook with pleasure, Rachel was convinced that there was no other creation on the planet as perfect as the woman beneath her.

“Rachel,” Olivia breathed out, back arched as her fingers grasped at the back of Rachel’s neck. “Rachel,” she gasped sounding almost alarmed as her eyelids fluttered closed and then open again releasing twin trails of moisture from the corners of her eyes. “Ra-”

Olivia’s hips tensed and then began to tremble as a rush of liquid flooded Rachel’s fingers. Rachel breathed in deeply, feeling Olivia all around her, smelling her in the air, and as she watched the staggering beauty of her sister’s climax she couldn’t help but die a little herself.

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Olivia drew her hands up Rachel’s thighs, but before she could gently part them her sister spread them apart herself, opening her up to Olivia’s appreciative gaze. Olivia tilted her head to the side and pressed a kiss to the inside of Rachel’s thigh and then she let her lips trail up the younger woman’s inner-thigh, past the warm, moist place between Rachel’s legs to lay a kiss on her hip bone. Then, angling her head up so that she could see Rachel’s face, Olivia’s lips parted to speak but Rachel began to talk before she could get a word out.

“Don’t you dare ask,” Rachel breathed out in an exasperated tone. “You should be able to tell,” she continued, knowing that it should be abundantly clear to Olivia who was so close to her center that ‘yes, it was okay with her’. It was very, very okay with her.

“Okay,” Olivia murmured, sounding a little chagrined before she placed another kiss on Rachel’s hipbone.

And then her hands were moving to her sister’s thighs, holding them apart as she kissed her way between Rachel’s legs.

Rachel sighed as Olivia’s tongue brushed against her clit, the soft, gentle sound turning into a ragged moan a few seconds later when Olivia sucked on the hard sensitive nub, drawing it into her mouth.

“Fuuuuuu … ck,” Rachel gasped, arching her hips into Olivia’s mouth as the agents teeth clamped down lightly on her clit and her tongue began to flutter rapidly back and forth over it.

Olivia’s lips curved up at the exhalation. Rachel used to cuss like a sailor when she was in High School, but since having Ella her love affair with swear words had ended and the only times Olivia had heard her drop an f-bomb were when her fingers were inside of Rachel or her face was between her legs.

“Baby,” Rachel sighed as Olivia switched her attention from her clit to the sensitive lips of her sex, sucking on them with wet smacks that had Rachel panting, and grasping as Olivia’s head for dear life. “Baby,” she groaned again as two of Olivia’s finger slipped inside of her and Olivia began to run a coordinated attack.

‘Baby’ was new too. Olivia had never once heard Rachel call her that before things had changed between them, and when they weren’t naked and clinging together her sister never called her that. But in intimate moments, like the one they were sharing then, where Olivia’s whole world consisted of nothing but Rachel, the taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her, and the sound of her voice, the endearment struck her deeply and made her heart fill with warmth and her sex clench with desire.

Seconds, minutes, or hours later – Olivia didn’t really know or care which – she felt the pads of Rachel’s fingers rubbing at her scalp and knew that her sister was close.

Olivia pushed deeper inside of Rachel and curled her fingers as her lips attached themselves to the younger blonde’s clit, and began to flutter her again. She wanted to bring Rachel pleasure. She needed to. She needed to give her sister something besides long nights waiting up worrying, and hours of cleaning wounds and changing bandages. She wanted to make Rachel smile and shiver in delight.

The hand Rachel had clutching at the sheets rose quickly and grabbed the pillow beside her. Her lips were parted and her heart was suspended in her chest as the sensations Olivia was creating in her continued to mount higher and higher.

Rachel turned her face to the side, burying it in the pillow which smelled faintly of Olivia’s shampoo.

Olivia’s tongue did something wonderful between her legs and Rachel breathed in deeply, taking in Olivia’s scent as she did.

Olivia’s tongue swirled again and Rachel’s eyes clamped shut as she cried out her release into the safe, dampening softness of Olivia’s pillow.

“Dear God in heaven,” Rachel breathed out, collapsing against the mattress with a large smile as Olivia placed soft kisses on her upper chest and neck before making her way up to her lips. “You are an angel,” Rachel whispered against Olivia’s lips, her own curving up in a delighted smile as they kissed. “Wanna go again?”

“Mm hmm,” Olivia hummed happily, her fingers already dancing their way up Rachel’s sides towards her breasts.

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“Go to sleep,” Rachel muttered as Olivia’s lips brushed over the swell of her breast.

She could go back to sleep in the morning after getting Ella off to school, but Olivia would need to be fresh and alert in the morning and for the rest of what would probably be a long day. She valued her sisters life and didn’t want to be responsible for sending Olivia out into the field with a serious case of the Sex Sleepies.

“I’m not sleepy,” Olivia muttered, kissing her way across Rachel’s breast until her lips brushed against her sister’s nipple, teasing the overly sensitive nub to hardness once again.

“Stealing Ella’s lines now, are we?” Rachel asked, reaching for Olivia and drawing her head away from her breast.

She was well and truly sexed out for the night, despite what her nipple was doing, and she was afraid that if they did it again she wouldn’t be able to walk properly the next morning … or stop grinning.

“They seem to work quite well for her,” Olivia replied, kissing Rachel’s collarbone before pressing her lips against the column of her throat.

“That’s because you’re a soft touch,” Rachel sighed as her sister’s lips brushed gently against her own.

“I thought you liked my touches,” Olivia’s murmured, smiling as she ghosted her lips against Rachel’s again, her hand began to wander under the sheets as she did.

“God, you’re incorrigible,” Rachel laughed, relaxing for a moment into Olivia’s touch before she ducked her own hand under the cover to capture Olivia’s hand.

Once she was in possession of the agent’s roaming hand, Rachel then laced their fingers together to keep Olivia’s hand from wandering again.

“No, Kurt’s incorrigible,” Olivia replied which made Rachel laugh.

When they were younger they had practically memorized the entirety of The Sound of Music and they used to quote it all the time. Watching the movie at Christmas had been one of the few traditions they’d managed to keep going after their mother remarried, and as such it held a special place in both of their hearts.

“In that case, please tell me that you’re Olivia, you’re thirty and you’re sleepy,” Rachel responded, smiling winsomely when Olivia lifted her head from her shoulder to make a face at her. “Still not sleepy?”

Olivia shook her head obstinately.

“Do I need to tell you a bedtime story?” Rachel asked lifting her eyebrow imperiously.

“Yes,” Olivia said nodding her head. “You do. It’s the only thing that will work … besides gin.”

“Okay,” Rachel said clapping her hands together as she bit down on her lip to stop from smiling. “Here goes. Once upon a time …”

Olivia rested her head on Rachel’s shoulder and closed her eyes, allowing the sound of her sister’s voice to wash over her in soothing waves. She loved to listen to Rachel talk, which was a good thing since Rachel loved talk. There were very few things Olivia found more relaxing than just laying back on the couch or lounging on the bed, listening to Rachel talk about her day or what Ella had told her about school or the latest skincare tip for Dr. Oz.

However, about three minutes into Rachel’s story, Olivia began to shake her head from side to side and then finally lifted her hand in the air, stopping Rachel mid-sentence.

“Rachel,” Olivia began slowly, trying to control the urge to laugh. “That’s not a bedtime story. That’s the plot of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, with bunny characters.”

Rachel blinked at Olivia in mock-confusion. “So? We’re in bed aren’t we? And it’s a story. I think it counts.”

“It doesn’t count,” Olivia disagreed shaking her head again.

Rachel was quiet for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, and then she repeated, “I think it counts.”

“You didn’t make it up,” Olivia protested.

“Ah, but I never said I was going to make up a story,” Rachel responded shaking her finger in Olivia’s face. “I just said I was going to tell you one. Also, in my defense, I feel the need to add that I did come up with the whole bunny angle on my own, with very little advance notice.”

Olivia rolled her eyes at her, but was quiet after that and Rachel smiled knowing she’d won the argument.

“You wanna hear another story?” Rachel asked triumphantly.

“You never even finished the first one,” Olivia muttered under her breath.

“No thanks to you,” Rachel countered. “You wanna go to sleep now?” Rachel asked in the same cooing tone she used with Ella, knowing that it would make Olivia glare at her.

“If I do, will you shut up?” Olivia asked glaring which just made Rachel’s body shake with laughter before she finally calmed down enough to nod her head. “Then come’ere,” Olivia murmured lying on her back and opening up her arms, encouraging Rachel to settle against her.

“Well, if you insist,” Rachel breathed out, settling against Olivia’s side, a deep, content sigh emerging from her a second later as Olivia’s arm wrapped around, holding her close. “G’night, Pookie.”

“Don’t start with that Pookie stuff,” Olivia muttered, her chest rising and falling deeply as she was over taken with a yawn. “I’m not a Pookie.”

“Aw,” Rachel cooed, pressing her lips lightly against Olivia’s neck. “You’re dumb. Disagreeing with me isn’t going to make me stop.”

“Fine,” Olivia sighed, knowing that Rachel wasn’t joking and that she would keep calling her Pookie just to prove that she could and Olivia wouldn’t do anything about it. “I’m a Pookie,” Olivia agreed, hoping that Rachel would get bored calling her that once she had given in.

“Good girl,” Rachel whispered throwing her leg over Olivia’s to settle down for the night. “Now go to sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Olivia yawned, a small smile touching her lips as she allowed her eyes to close.

She might have been a tough, chemically-altered, gun-wielding, universe-jumping, future warrior with ‘as of yet, undiscovered superpowers’, but Rachel was the Queen of her Castle, and she would have it no other way.

The End