teeny tiny ficlet that won't leave me alone. It's based a bit off of the 'Where will you be part 5' preview and part off of the pilot. I hope you enjoy. It's sugary sweetness.
He nuzzles up in her neck as she speaks, his hand running over her back as he does so. Her voice is painfully soft and she's aware he's listening, but she keeps breaking her sentences in odd places. She's distracted by him, by how he looks too much like an angel half-awake and blurry eyed. His face disappears in her neck and she's able to finish part of her speech about the sunrise and what it means to her. She knows exactly what she wants to say next and she has a whole monologue lined up to say it. But she forgets it as he breathes against her skin and her sentence ends with the world waking in promise.
He finally opens his eyes more than halfway to smile at her, his nose resting against hers every so sweetly and she feels her whole body just stop. It just stops, and it's more than her breath being stolen, her heart skipping a beat, she literally stops in time at the gaze on his face. It is so perfect and so precious that when time starts again she forgets who she even is, what she even is.
"Promise of what?" he whispers to her and his voice is gruffly adorable in her ears.
"Of everything," she answers, "A promise that there is another day to be spent."
"Mhm," he murmurs against her skin, his hand on her back pulling her even closer to him. She feels so small, so very small inside his embrace and she thinks that if he were to let go she would disappear into the vast sea of sheets.
"I have something to tell you," she whispers in her own unique whisper. Her lips brush his skin with each word and each sugary sweet taste of his skin is just a strengthening reminder of what she was about to tell him. He doesn't say anything, only listens, his body lose, relaxed. She looks up into his eyes and sees the gentleness in them.
"Peter I-" she pauses and smiles, looking down at the tiny fine baby chest hairs of his before looking back up at him.
"Peter I love you."
It sounds like a single exhale, it's so soft, and yet it floats through the air and underneath the powder white sheets intertwining around her. His brow furrows for a moment before his whole face relaxes and something dances across his eyes. The hand the was supporting his head under the pillow it rested on moves to caress her beautiful face, thumb lightly tracing the delicate freckles that dust her cheeks. Her eyes are shining with agreement to her words.
"Olivia," he answers, "I love you too."
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