So I love these guys and the song "For Everything A Reason" by Carina Round, even though its not at all my kind of music, is just perfect for them. Take a listen, its fitting. Oh, and bear with me, I'm still only on season 2! :P
She opened the door to the spare room, moving aside to show him. He purposely crowded her against the door as he passed. "You're father can stay here," she said, choosing to ignore him.
"And where can I spend my nights?"
Olivia avoided looking at him, knowing he was smirking at her. "Theres a perfectly comfortable sofa in the living room."
He chuckled. "Coward'" he said under his breath as he brushed past her, just loud enough for her to overhear.
"Theres a spare couch at Rachel's as well," she quipped, hating the words even as they dripped from her lips.
Turning back, Peter grinned. "Ah, the truth comes out," he said dramatically, laying a hand over his heart, "That's what this is all about."
"Don't be ridiculous," she said, trying to play it off.
He wagged a finger at her, "You're jealous."
She huffed. "I have nothing to be jealous about," she said, annoyance in her voice despite her protests, "What Rachel does is her own business."
"What about what I do?"
Olivia glanced at him and then quickly away, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not your babysitter."
"Theres nothing going on between me and Rachel," he said in all seriousness. She ignored him, finding some unseen speck on the wall to focus her attention on instead. He stepped up to her, tilting down to look into her eyes. "Liv, theres nothing, I swear."
She searched his eyes, finding only truth. Relief washed over her, making her feel fluttery inside. Slowly, he closed the space between them, giving her ample time to push him away. Her heart stuttered, beat faster. She lifted her face, anticipation buzzing in her veins. He lowered his. Peter Cupped her face, she closed her eyes.
When his lips settled over hers, he smiled. He couldn't help it. He had waited his whole life for this; this sense of belonging, to be with the one person he instinctively knew he was meant for. Leaning his forehead against hers, he couldn't stop the waves of pure happiness that washed over him.
She nestled into him and he was content to hold her, tucking her head under his chin. "I've been wanting to do that for a while," he confided softly.
"Me, too."
"You know, in todays society, it's perfectly acceptable for the woman to make the first move," he said, in his best Walter voice.
She laughed. "Well, I would have thought that a philanderer, such as yourself, would recognize the signs a woman throws at you."
He leaned back. "The last thing you 'threw' at me was a bullet," he said thoughtfully, "I think perhaps your idea of affection is skewed."
The doorbell rang, surprising them both and cutting off their playful banter. "Walters here," she said.
"Yup, leave it to him to ruin the moment," he sighed. She pulled out of his arms to answer the door, but he caught her hand. Bringing it to his lips, he asked, "To be continued?"
Smiling, she nodded. "Yes, to be continued."
He tucked his hands into his pockets, leaning against the wall. "Hey," he called one last time, "Do I still have to sleep on the couch?"
Her laughter trailed behind her down the hall. He was content to go slow, to build on their already strong foundation. She had been badly hurt, he knew all about John Scott and his betrayal. Well, Peter Bishop was a different animal all together.
They had been through a lot, been there for each other to confide in and trust. He was in no rush to get to where he knew they'd eventually end up. They had the rest of their lives for that. After all, to everything there was a season and fall always had been his favorite time of the year.