Olivia walks out of the bathroom in only a bra and underwear. Her hair falls loose over one shoulder, and she has a toothbrush in one hand.
He sits on the bed, pulling on a pair of socks. He looks up, "Wow."
"What?" she asks, bringing the toothbrush to her mouth.
"You," he tells her, grinning like a fool. "How did I get so lucky?"
"Oh. Well, it started when I picked up your sorry ass in Baghdad…" she says, slinking towards his position on the bed.
His hands abandon his shoes and grab her hips, pulling her towards him so he can place kisses across the expanse of her flat stomach.
"I really like these underwear," he says quietly next to her navel.
"Really?" she laughs, a sultry smile tugging at her lips. "I've never worn them before. Guess I'll have to wear them more often."
His kisses start to trail lower and her free hand tangles in his messy hair. Just before he reaches the waistband of her panties, she takes a rough grip on his hair and yanks his head away to face her.
"Later, we have to go." She adds a smile, and something in her eyes tells him she's serious about the 'later'.
"Do we have to?" he asks, his voice extremely whiny, his arms circling her waist and holding tight like a child. The heel of his chin digs in and rests against her hipbone, and his lower lip juts out in a pout.
"Yes, we have to!" she says, laughing. "Look at it this way: if we show up late, Walter will just get that creepy look like he knows why."
He adopts a look of disgust. "Yeah, he's a little too perceptive."
"I think he's just happy for us." Olivia attempts to break from his hold, but he traps her again.
"We could at least make his presumptions true, you know," he whispers quietly, once again placing kisses along her waistline.
"Using your father for sex? You should be ashamed, Peter," she responds in mock judgment.
"That wasn't a no," he whispers, and pulls her back onto the bed.
Olivia wakes in a jolt, sweat soaking through her shirt.
If you don't like author's notes and jabbering, skip to "IMPORTANT STUFF".
OMG. I wrote this opening scene before I even finished Don't Go.
This is short, I agree. But this was only a preview of what's to come. If you've read Don't Go and you liked it, this will eventually become a sequel. I think I've finally conquered my evil writer's block (or, at least, part of it) and have finally started outlining this story. I also have season 4 on DVD now, so that will make the mythology elements of the story go faster.
A warning ahead of time, this story will end in a completely different place than the show has. For one, Don't Go was so AU that I wouldn't even know how to begin turning it back in the other direction. But some major pieces will run along the show's storyline.
But to the really IMPORTANT STUFF!
I am coming up completely blank for a title. I have toyed with a couple options, but nothing I'm happy with. So your task is this: Help me brainstorm epic titles for this sequel!
Guidelines:
Post all suggestions in the reviews box. (Reviews are certainly welcome there, too!)
Possibly usable within dialogue of the story (See 'Don't Go') but not required.
I really hope you all read Don't Go. If you haven't, I highly recommend it.
Include your name or username (or both) with your suggestions, so that I may credit you if I decide to use it.
I want to have a little flexibility with your suggestions. If you submit something, I reserve the right to tweak it. I will still credit you and include your original suggestion.
Thank you! I look forward to reading some suggestions! - Amelia
