A/N: All my plans got canceled because of the snow so instead of doing my homework I decided do this :P. I don't own anything.
It was snowing in October. It could happen, but it was rare. Olivia thought that children's prayer to God begging for a good Halloween kept the weather fair. God must've been tired this year. As she escaped the relentless cold, her warm apartment welcomed her. She knew she should eat, but instead she grabbed a whisky. Olivia would never admit she was an alcoholic. She always prided herself for knowing when enough was enough. A knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts. She opened the door to a man she had only seen in her dreams. Gun raised, she asked, "Who are you?" "Olivia let me in so I can explain" he said calmly. She must've had too much whiskey because she did let him in. "You're drunk" he said. "So?" she answered back, putting her feet up on the couch. Yup, she definitely went over this time. "So you gonna tell me who the hell you are?" Olivia asked a little impatient. "You don't remember me?" he asked her. Olivia chuckled. "If I did I wouldn't be asking" she replied. The man slowly walked towards her, causing Olivia to sit up. "Try to remember Livia" he said against her lips, hearing her breath catch at the way he said her name. "Help me to" she answered. He closed the distance between them, capturing her lips with his. Olivia's arms instantly wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. As soon as she felt his tongue on her bottom lip she gave in without a fight. He swallowed her moan as he explored her mouth, savoring a taste that was uniquely hers. If anyone were to see them, they would've called it a perfect kiss with the snow-covered streets of Boston as their background. But this kiss was anything put perfect. It was rough, desperate, something so familiar yet so foreign to Olivia. When they finally broke away he whispered in her ear "You belong with me". Olivia gasped at his words, memories flooding back to her, engulfing her with a life she had forgotten. "Peter" she said into the darkness of her room. Was it all a dream? She looked out her window. And that's when she saw it, a pair of footprints in the blanket of white that enveloped the city.
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