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This chapter is longer, less smuttier, but there's a shower, :D!
It had been kind of awkward when she had entered the lab that afternoon, when he was about to leave. They hadn't seen each other since he left her apartment the other night, not because they were avoiding each other, she just wasn't needed in the lab and he wasn't needed at the bureau. She kept her arm close to her body as she walked towards Peter. He hadn't heard her come in.
"Hey." He smiled at her.
"Hey." She smiled back. They both said nothing, just looked each other in the eye and then Olivia broke the silence.
"So, will you, um, come tonight?" She was still embarrassed and he couldn't help but wonder if that was because of what happened the day before yesterday or because of the fact that she, a grown woman, had to ask her friend if he could help her shower. He understood her embarrassment.
"Sure." He nodded. With a quick nod, she turned around and started walking towards the doors of the lab when he called her back.
"Olivia! How late do you want me to be there?"
"Don't rush yourself." And then she left.
Hours later, when she was just putting back something in the fridge, she heard a familiar knock on the door - he had a knock. She felt like she was having a deja-vu, telling him the door was open, and when she saw him standing in the hallway as she came from the kitchen, he had the same bag slung over the same shoulder in the same way. If this was going to become routine, she wouldn't mind. But she felt a blush redden her cheeks as she thought about what would become routine, for now, it was still a little awkward.
She led him to the bathroom again, but he didn't need her to. For the past night, that walk to the bathroom was the start of many of his fantasies.
She was having a deja-vu minutes ago, he was having one now, as she dropped her bathrobe in the same fashion she did two nights ago. He pulled his shirt over his head, stepped out of his pants and boxer-shorts and then went to stand behind her again. He didn't have to grab his shampoo and shower-gel from his bag as they were standing on the rack right next to hers.
He reached over to grab her shampoo, deciding to start with her hair. As he put some shampoo on his hands, he told her to close her eyes and keep them closed until he said she could open them. She laughed slightly, wanting to tell him that she knew how it worked, but she kept her mouth shut. He placed his hands on top of her head, running his fingers through her hair. She was standing near the water and the shampoo started running down her face, she could feel this going wrong. And she felt right, because only seconds later she turned around, facing him, jumping from foot to foot.
"It's in my eye!" She exclaimed, as she tried rubbing her right eye with her left hand.
"Stand still." He ordered, as he cleaned his hands from the soap. He grabbed her wrist and gently rubbed her eye, saving it from the soap. He pulled his hands away and looked at her as she carefully opened her eyes.
"Better?" He asked. She nodded after she had blinked twice. And then he realized she was facing him, and she was naked. He immediately focused his eyes on the wall, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself. She smiled at his very manly reaction. Just seconds ago he looked her in the eye, nothing wrong, and the second he realized what was in front of him, he got nervous. Men, she thought.
"Peter." She spoke. She felt the awkwardness, she wasn't feeling completely comfortable herself, but she realized why it was, and she could obviously handle it better.
"It's okay, you can look." She said. His eyes shot up, and then looked at hers in shock. Was she just saying what he thought she was saying?
"It will make it a lot easier on the both of us." She commented, seeing the look on his face. He had to give her that one. It would make it easier. But he didn't move, so she made him. Bringing her good arm up, she placed her hand on his cheek, he looked at her with a look that just screamed 'are you sure?', but when she nodded, he dropped his head slightly. It was his reaction, or the heat of the water, but probably his reaction, that made her her entire body blush, but she never expected him to gasp. And she certainly didn't expect what he did then. Carefully wrapping his arms around her, making sure he didn't crush her bad arm, he pulled her into a hug, whispering her name. It was that or kissing her, and he wasn't sure if he'd survive that.
After a few minutes he made an attempt at washing her hair again, and then he cleaned her body, just like he did the previous time, only this time making sure he wouldn't let himself get caught in the heat of the moment. But there was definitely a moment. Hell, this entire situation was a moment. He just made sure it didn't take any longer than it had to take, of course he wanted it too, and he figured she did too, but he felt he was taking advantage of the situation if he would let something happen. So he washed the soap of her body, helped her get out of the shower and as he wrapped a towel around her he told her to wait five minutes. Se nodded and he went back into the shower again, quickly turning down the heat of the water, so the heat in his body would disappear too. He cleaned his own body, did his own hair and in five minutes he stood in front of her again. Quickly wrapping a towel around his waist, he dried her off, gently. As he dried himself off, she got partly dressed. He turned around to face her again, his hair tousled, his chest bare, she had a hard time take her eyes off of him. He grabbed her shirt which he knew she could hardly get on herself, he wondered how long it took her to get dressed in the mornings. As he pulled her shirt over her head, he tried to ease to mood by throwing in a conversation.
"I know a trick." He said. Oh, that came out totally wrong. She laughed, knowing he didn't mean it the way he thought she thought he meant it.
"For your arm, I mean." I quickly added.
"And what might that be?" She asked, looking him in the eyes, pulling her shirt straight.
"A massage." He said, pushing her towards the bedroom.
"Lay down. On your stomach." And she did what he asked. She lay down on the bed and he came up behind her, his legs on each side of her. He bend over a little to place her arm in the way he needed it and then pushed her hair aside. Lowering his body on hers, he sat down, and he gently started rubbing her shoulder blade.
"How did this actually happen?" He asked, feeling the vibration that her laughter caused throughout his whole body, sending shocks up that all subsided in one place.
"I was on a raid and there was a door that needed to be knocked down." She explained, he laughed along. He moved his hands over her sore arm, gently applying pressure.
"This is good." She noted, her voice a little softer than normal. "Where did you learn this?" Now it was his laughter that she felt vibrating through her body.
"When I was a little kid, I broke my arm once. I was in the same situation you are in now. My mom told me she'd give me a massage. The next day, my arm felt so good, I started using it like before. Too bad that the day after that, my arm was hurting like before." He smiled, thinking about his mom. He kept silent, and she didn't react on it, she didn't question further.
A few minutes later she felt him move above her, and she turned her head to look at him.
"You, um, you have to turn around. So I can do the front." He said. She nodded and rolled her body over as he lifted his body up. When she lay on her back, her arm in a comfortable position, he lowered his body again and they both realized immediately where some parts of him were resting, but neither made a comment. He bend forward slightly, and started rubbing the front of her arm, just as careful as he did with the back of it. He kept his eyes focused on her arm, as she kept her eyes focused on his face, his arms and that little bit of his thigh she could see from under his shirt.
He took his time, coming up with excuses such as 'I just want your arm to be better soon.' if she would ask about it later. But she didn't, until his phone rang minutes later.
"You took your time." She dared. He raised his eyebrow in a proud way as he lifted up from her body to reach over for his phone, which lay on the nightstand. He grunted as he saw Walter's name on the display, causing him to miss her moan of displeasure when he moved his body off of hers. He also missed her look when he sat down again, because he looked at the ceiling.
"Peter." He answered his phone. Olivia looked at him, she couldn't not, right hand keeping his phone to his ear, left hand on his hip.
"Walter, what time is it?" Peter heard some rumbling on the other side of the line before his father answered.
"Exactly, 11 o'clock. All stores are closed and the nearest 24/7 shop is 10 miles from here, so no, I won't bring you some bacon flavored pudding." She smiled as he rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly tipping up, he probably didn't even know that.
"I don't think she... Yes, I'll ask." Peter added, as his father exclaimed his displeasure with his son. Peter placed his left hand over his phone as he looked at her.
"You don't happen to have any bacon flavored pudding?" She shook her head no, and he nodded smiling.
"No, Walter." He listened to his father for a while, and then answered.
"I'll be home in about an hour. Don't wait for me." He hung up.
He focused his gaze on Olivia again, phone in his hand. He motioned his thumb towards her door, and she nodded, he really should go, she didn't want him to, but he should. He raised from her body, standing besides the bed and pushed her back down as he saw her getting up too.
"I can find my way out." She smiled at him as he pulled the blankets over her body and went to her window to close the curtains. He grabbed his bag from the bathroom and went to stand beside her bed again, looking her in the eyes.
"Now, don't use your arm too much tomorrow! In fact, don't use it at all." She nodded and fought the urge to say 'Yes, doctor Bishop.' She gasped when he placed his hand near her head and bent down - that's a surprise. He gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Goodnight, Olivia." He whispered, and then he turned around and walked towards her door. He switched the light off and went to turn the rest of the lights in her apartment off, before she heard him close the door behind him. She fell into a peaceful sleep almost immediately, one thing and one thing only on her mind.
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