title: Fly
rating: PG
pairing: Peter/Olivia
summary: Sometimes she dreams about the tank.
Given angel's wings, where might you fly?
In what sweet heaven might you find your love?
Unwilling to be bound, where might you move,
Lost between the wonder and the why?...
~Nicholas Gordon
Sometimes she dreams about the tank, the too-cold murky water she insists going in, inviting her under like a lover's caress. Peter helps her in, taking care not to snag the fine wires and cords leading to vital machinery, everywhere his body touches heating her alabaster skin and she's ready for the shock (that never comes).
"'Liv, you don't have to do this," he tells her knowing the answer will be given to him in a reproving stare back, knows that time after time she'll throw herself into the fire, if only to wonder when she'll finally get burned.
It's what keeps them going.
-She's flying, flying over the cityscape, trees and carsbuildingsstreets a blur as the sky turns warm and rosy in colour, and aren't dreams about flying really about sex? so what does this mean if her headspace is telling her fly, Oliva! Fly into that great unknown wilderness beyond what you have ever imagined!
And then its him, his hands, his mouth on her- The phantom feeling of Peter gripping her hand snaps her back for a moment, but she can't hear Walter's voice.
And then the wind takes her further and further into the sunset sky.