Title: Where You Belong
Author: prodigalchicken
It wasn't the buzzing of the alarm that woke her. It wasn't the ringing of her cell phone. There was no case to wrap up—the love stealing perfumer had been arrested and booked the night before. There was no reason she should be awake at 630 in the morning. . . except. . .the bed shifted behind her. A warm arm drew her in closer and she smiled drowsily before turning over. Without opening her eyes, she snuggled closer to warm skin, her nose brushing his throat before her lips brushed the same spot softly.
She remembered. She remembered him, everything about him. She remembered how blue his eyes were in the bright light of day, and how dark they could grow with passion. She remembered that he would make puns just because he knew she would laugh. She remembered that his favorite show as a kid was Magnum PI and that he owned every season on DVD. She remembered that the first book he ever loved was A Wrinkle in Time and that he read it so much as a nine year old that the book fell apart and he kept it together with a rubber band. She remembered his scent, his taste, the feel of his lips as they trailed down her body. Even before last night (and early morning), she had remembered what it felt like to make love to him, with him—the tenderness and passion and love he showered her with, the rippling muscles of his back as he moved so deeply within her, the clasp of his hands to hers as he drove her towards delirious release.
She had believed she would never be able to love him again, that he wouldn't let her love him again. And then she realized that she had no choice in the matter, and he could do nothing to stop the fact that she did love him, would always love him no matter what the laws of physics tried to tell her was not possible. And finally, finally, he realized it, too. Realized that he was hers and she was his. She was his Olivia, as he was her Peter.
Peter's warm hand stroked her naked back—back and forth- , and she felt his warm breath on her lips. Finally, she opened her eyes to see sleepy but intense blue staring back at her. His smile was slow and bright and beautiful. The beating of his heart strong and slightly fast against her chest.
"Morning, " he whispered before those soft, soft lips brushed against hers. She reveled for a moment in that simple pleasure, just the brush of his lips against hers.
"Morning," she whispered back when he drew back as she ran one hand through his sleep tousled hair, fingering the short curly locks gently. Her mind briefly flashed back to the previous night when her hands had grasped his hair, tugging him urgently back to her lips.
He seemed to be fighting to keep his eyes open, seemed to want to just look at her as much as she wanted to look at him. She knew it would never be enough. She would never be able to look at him enough.
He smiled again and his eyes crinkled in that way she loved so much. And then his voice, quiet in the still, cool room, drifted over her. "I love you. I love you, Olivia." His grip tightened slightly and then his lips were on hers again, his tongue slipping gently into her mouth to taste her.
Olivia broke away with a small gasp, and smiled beatifically at him. She had told him she loved him in another timeline when she had been so afraid for his life. She had told him she loved him and that love had kept him from disappearing completely, had somehow held him to this world, her world. Her love for him had saved him, had saved them both.
"I love you, Peter." And then she was pushing him onto his back, rising above him, bringing his body into hers. He was right where he belonged. Because he belonged with her.