So, if you've read Oh Olivia, then you know i've promised you a very smutty filled back story to the Peter and Olivia relationship. I promise to not disapoint. So, to prove myself correct i've started out the story with a smut-laced tale. enjoy
Spoilers: The series.
Warnings: Smutty goodness
Summary: Peter Bishop, the ever loving gentleman
Disclaimer: no infringement intended!
All he could think about was her ass.
That was it.
How perfect it was, how it was always there and how she managed to always find an outfit that teased him to death. Like now. The operation is simply and Peter will probably mess it up because she's here in a slinky dark purple dress and she's bent over the table with Charlie, who's working on the details of the mission. He should be listening but Peter isn't. How could anyone listening when that dress, that killer dress is making him want nothing more than his beautiful girlfriend right then and there?
Yes, he did say girlfriend. Olivia Dunham, impossibly out of reach and completely out of his league special Agent Olivia Dunham is his girlfriend. It's the thought that makes him smile widely every time he thinks of her. And that ass of hers, it was all his, if he ever made the move to touch it, which he hasn't yet and he's been growing increasingly frustrated with the growing days he hasn't.
He wanted it to be special the first time because she's not a cheap hooker. Hell he's glad she's not a cheap hooker or a one-night stand because then he'd be fantasizing that it was Olivia. No he has the real thing now and she's probably way better than those other girls. No Peter had the real thing and he wanted to take his time the first time with her, which meant no quickies in the car or at the lab. He needed a bed and a whole night alone with her. At least the first time, then after that he could have it fast or slow or whatever she wanted.
"Peter?" Olivia voice came into his ears. He snapped up from his leaning position and looked her in the eye. He hadn't heard a word she had said. He shook his head and stared at her.
"Hmm?"
"Do you understand the plan?" she said in disbelief. Peter's smiled wavered and he studied her body.
"You look really hot in that dress," he answered.
"Seriously, Peter?" she said, "You weren't listening."
"I was listening with my eyes."
"Really?" Olivia asked an eyebrow raise.
"You're body was screaming," he answered. It was incredibly cheesy and he knew it, but it caused her to fluster a little bit and she smiled widely at him.
"Just follow me lead," she sighed unhappily at him. He nodded easily. Following her lead wouldn't be too hard to do, especially if it meant he got to stand behind her. She turned on her heel, a very tall heel and walked down the hall, that little dress clinging to every curve of that ass. Peter stifled his groan with difficulty, she was really, really trying to kill him wasn't she?
He didn't really pay much attention to the undercover mission they were on. He was playing a mindless goon of hers so it didn't really matter much. With a poker face on, Peter was able to catch as many glimpses of her ass as he wanted without her knowing. The other guys, the sellers didn't know what hit them until the FBI had entered the room and said 'hands in the air' because they too were distracted by the attractive young lady in the slinky purple dress. Peter felt the heat of jealousy in his body but he refrained until the time was needed and then let himself throw some punches on the guys that were staring at her wrong. It felt good to slug the guy that was eyeing his girlfriend wrong. When all was said and done, Peter found himself with Olivia heading back to her apartment. She was fast asleep next to him and he smiled to himself.
"Olivia," he said when they arrived at her apartment, "Olivia, wake up."
She stirred slightly and opened her eyes, small green orbs that stared up at him. She blinked and opened them wider, smiling at him as she did so. He smiled back at her.
"Hey," he whispered in a tone that was very Peter Bishop. She returned his small 'Hey' with one of her own.
"Did we do good today?" she asked, still barely awake. Peter chuckled lightly and smiled.
"You did good today Olivia," he answered before kissing her lightly on the lips. She smiled into the kiss.
"Did you want to come in?" Olivia asked as she unbuckled her seatbelt. Peter smiled.
"Only if there's a bottle of scotch with my name on it," he answered getting a laugh from Olivia's tired lips.
"Come on," she answered, "I'll make us some apple pie."
"Well I guess I have no choice then," Peter countered, "Somehow you always know exactly what my favorites are."
"You hate apple pie," Olivia answered bluntly. Peter gave her his wolfish grin.
"Not if you're serving it to me," he whispered in her ear, causing her to shudder. He reached around her, their faces inches apart as he pushed open her door. Her eyes darkened at him and she slid in the door in front of him before he followed her.
"Sit on the couch," she commanded him. He did so, but not before shutting the blinds in the front of the house. He sat down on the couch and waited for her to come out of the kitchen. When she didn't come out of the kitchen for a few moments he stood up and entered.
There she was standing by the sink, washing out two glasses. Her ass was in perfect view and he couldn't stifle the sound that came out of his mouth. He came up behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist, the fingers slipping down to her hips.
"Let's skip drinks," he said huskily into her ear. He could feel her body tense, deciding how to respond. It was now or never. She spun around and faced him.
"And do what?" she whispered, her lips too close to his. He was losing control fast. She took joy in the fact that she held power over him. Peter pulled her hips up against him and let his fingers run through her blonde strands.
"I have a better idea," he answered her, his fingers tracing her neck, "It's more fun."
"Oh really?" she countered to him. "Do tell."
Peter kissed her deeply then, not asking for permission to invade her mouth. Not that she minded much because she kissed back just the same, her hands running up and down the front of his shirt. Peter pulled her against him tightly, his fingers holding onto her hips tightly. He almost forgot that they hadn't gotten that far yet. He pulled back from her and looked her in the eyes.
"Are you ready, livia?" he asked huskily. He thought he should ask but he wasn't about to give her the option of no either. Olivia responded to his question with a raise of an eyebrow and her hands snaking down his front to grab him. He gasped at her firm grasp before picking her up off her feet and letting her wrap her legs around his waist and grinding into him.
He knew exactly where the bedroom was because he'd been here many times before. In his dreams he memorized its location for reality, the distance he had to walk and every angle of the little door. He pushed her up against as she reached for the doorknob to swing it open with. He shoved them through, hands roaming underneath the hem of the dress as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp to shut the door behind him. He shut it with her weight as he grabbed for her. Her fingers raked into his hair and pulled him closer to her. Her hips moved against his and she felt him hard against her.
"Bed," she rasped to Peter and he obeyed happily. Dropping her on the bed she dragged him down by his shirt collar until he was covering her completely. She worked with the buttons on his shirt as he went for the zipper on the dress, sliding his hands down to touch her perfect ass.
"This dress," he rasped into her skin as he pulled it down and off her shoulders, nipping at the skin that was exposed, "Is so beautiful on you-"
"But?" she said, sensing the 'but' in his sentence.
"But" he said as he kissed her stomach, dragging it down, "I much prefer the skin underneath."
She gasped and arched up and he took advantage of her weakness by sucking a breast into his mouth. God, she tasted so good! Her hands shoved his work shirt off his shoulders with ease and she felt the skin underneath. Her hands traveled south and before he knew what happened, she'd flipped them so that he was looking up into her eyes, his body underneath her.
Her eyes were trained to the dark fine hairs that started at his navel and went south. Peter felt her stare and his own eyes darkened at the thought she wanted him just as badly. Her fingers raked over the skin there and headed toward his belt. She was drawing this out.
"Olivia," he growled at her and she looked at him with innocent eyes. How she managed to look innocent while naked in front of him was a feat, but she pulled it off with such ease. Her fingers touched him and-
"Liv!" he shouted, gripping her wrist. She smiled at him.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her lips a breath away from him. He grabbed her wrist and stared her in the eye.
"You better hurry up and get naked now or you won't be wearing those lacy panties again."
The threat was real in his face and hers darkened at him. In a second the scrambled apart, bearing themselves within moments and he scrambled onto her, her hips meet him, open and inviting.
"You ready, sweetheart?" he said, rubbing himself against her. A moan was all he got from her.
He pushed forward and she said a small curse word that sounded sweeter than anything he'd every heard come from her. The small curse word was better than all the music in the world and he would rather here it said over and over again if she were to say it like that. He groaned and started the dance that was as old as time, Olivia underneath him, clinging to him, kissing his neck, his earlobe, his skin.
Peter felt the change in her body and he looked at her. Her eyes stared up at him, daring him to do the unspoken question. He obeyed her command that she said and gripped her hips, driving himself as far as he could go into her. It was then he realized he wanted to hear her scream his name for him.
"Yes sweetheart," he panted, "Come for me, Olivia. For me, sweetheart."
He drove himself once more in and she grabbed him from the inside out, his name escaping her lips in a scream he'd never heard before. He followed after her, pulling out and pushing himself back in, feeling himself spill into the latex he wore then. He stilled and lay on her for a moment, both their breathing heavy.
They'd been dating for months. If someone were to ask why he waited so long to bed her he'd looked at them, look at her and answer the question simply.
She was worth the wait.
Soooo what'd you think? You like? Next chapter will be more humorous, i promise. I'll give you a spoiler: Olivia's Birthday Bash. enough said?