Ok, guys, this would be chapter II to a fic I love in here, the fic's name is Indecent Proposal and the author is A girl like you, please go read it first! I did ask for permission and I got A girl like you's blessing for this story. Hope you enjoy it!

Here is the link to the fic: s/8661882/1/Indecent-Proposal

Olivia tried very hard not to look into Peter Bishop's eyes for the duration of the flight back home. She was feeling queasy, and she was certain it wasn't because of the flight. She had too many emotions bottled up. How would she look at John? She would first try to bring John back from the coma, she decided. And, after that, she could always say she did it for him. She still had to work on this.

Working with the Bishops also turned out to be a bit of a problem. Peter was always trying not to kill his father and Walter was high most of the time, which irritated Olivia because she just wanted him to focus to get her partner back. And she did not want to press Peter. For the most part, she avoided thinking about him and avoided conversation with him, when she could. However, he always found a way of talking about something interesting around her or making her smile, he asked her questions and got her coffee. What she hated the most was how normal he seemed, not like an undercover mob leader, but just like a pain in the ass, a normal person with daddy issues. She also tried very hard to ignore the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn't paying attention, she could feel him devouring her with his eyes. In the end, she'd tried to go the least possible time to the lab.

After a week, Walter finally discovered a cure for John and while Olivia could have sworn that for a second Peter's face had gone dark, she was too happy when she realized that John would wake up soon.

Indeed, he was awake around a week later and Olivia hugged him while trying not to cry. Although she wasn't sure what reason it was this time that she wanted to. John still had to wait three more days to be released from the hospital, so Olivia took the opportunity to continue working. It was Sunday, one day before the release, when Olivia went to the lab because she was tired of working from her apartment and she knew nobody went to the lab on Sundays. After all, she did have some kind of made up office in there.

When she got in, she saw Peter's coat on top of her chair. Without thinking about it, she went directly to grab it, it smelled like Peter, and it was so good!, "Hmmm, Peter" is what she said when she heard a chuckle.

"Hey sweetheart, just came to the lab to pick up the coat I forgot yesterday" Olivia's eyes were showing panic. He was grinning as if it was his birthday. "I see you already got it" Olivia was sure her face and neck were red.

"Here you go" she muttered, handing the jacket back, with the most serious tone she had, and this was a mistake, apparently, because Peter noticed and grinned even wider, "Oh, 'Livia"

He brushed his hand with hers at taking the jacket, but he continued to move closer, she could feel his breath and she knew what was going to happen. They kissed passionately, she hadn't even doubted a second. "So, this is what your lips taste like, huh? Perfect, like the rest of you". Goddammit, why did he always knew what to say. He leaned again for another kiss and Olivia put her hands through his hair. She couldn't believe how fast her heart was beating or how odd it was to feel him so familiar, as if she had always known him. She had definitely made a mistake with that, last time.

Peter raised her to his waist and carried her to the couch in her office.

"Is Walter coming?" she asked between the kisses.

"No"

"Astrid?"

"No"

They continued to kiss, him on top of her, until he mumbled "your pants have to go" She chuckled because she already knew how much he hated them. She was sitting with her back on the arm of the couch, no pants or panties, and Peter was kissing her crevices, was devouring her juices. He sat down and started to kiss her from her neck to her blouse, which he continued to open. There were no rules between them anymore. He slowly moved her bra and grabbed one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling, while his hand payed attention to the other breast. Olivia couldn't hold it anymore and started touching herself. Peter saw it and smiled, "I love how turned on you are, sweetheart". "Peter, please!" came her response, grinding herself against him. Peter got out his length from his boxers and pushed into her slowly, giving her time to get used to it. Olivia and he groaned at the same time. "'Livia" he said in between breaths, "I have waited two weeks for this and they have been the longest two weeks of my life".

Olivia barely heard him, she was so full with pleasure, she only wanted more of him, of how he reached the right places, of his hand on her breast, of the kisses he continued to place on her mouth.

"I'm sorry I cannot be the gentleman I want to be, but I think I'm going to come soon" Olivia moaned some more and he knew she was close as well. He came first, but waited a few more seconds until she followed him. She was glad it had been a Sunday, because the scream she had let out would have scared anybody.

Peter stood up and started putting his pants on. Olivia thought how she wanted him to stay, but she knew it was wrong. He came close to kiss her one last time, a slow, chaste kiss.

And there it was, what she didn't want to think or hear about: "this time you didn't even mention your boyfriend" he said as he left the office.