It was sometime during the night when he felt her grip tighten and her body shaking in her sleep. It had woken him. His eyes opened, seeing her skin pale in the moonlight and the sheen of sweat against her brow.
"Please, don't." Her voice gasped out in sleep, afraid for her life.
"Liv, sweetheart," his touch was gentle as his hand smoothed into her hair. His body didn't untangle itself from hers, wanting to offer her any small amount of comfort he could. He knew she'd been through hell and back---literally. The nightmares weren't a surprise but witnessing one, it made his heart ache.
His touch was enough to rouse her from sleep. It shook her slightly, made her body shudder as her eyes opened, confused "Peter?" That's right, she was in her bed, he had come by her apartment that night. It was all coming back to her. What she had experienced---was just a bad dream.
"You were having a nightmare," he breathed, his voice calm and even trying his best to comfort and relax her.
Olivia let out a heavy sigh, taking in her surrounds, realizing she was safe now. It was hard to feel safe, knowing at any moment she could be thrust to the other side without warning. It terrified her. Every night since the accident she'd had bad dreams. The doctors had given her medication to help her with the pain which inevitably helped her sleep. She felt like the pills were a damned curse. She stopped taking them after the second day. She could grit her teeth and suffer the consequences. Healing would take time.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Peter asked her, genuinely concerned. He wasn't even sure if she still remembered her nightmare but he wanted to be there for her, if she had.
"I don't want to go back to sleep." Olivia answered eyeing the clock. It was just after three. She knew they were just dreams, and though they had a different feeling than the ones she'd experienced regarding Nick, they were still just as terrifying. Still though, it was haunting her. The fact she could slip away from this world without a choice and never come home.
Peter sighed knowing if she were awake it meant he would be too. He sat up in bed, reaching out for her lamp, turning it on. "See, no bad guys?" He didn't mean to sound so condescending but he was tired and it was late.
"You can go back to sleep. I'll just watch some tv in the other room," Olivia offered. "There's no sense in both of us being exhausted in the morning." She moved to stand up, only feeling his grip find her arm.
"I'm not going to be able to sleep with you in the other room." He acknowledged.
"You're not?" She asked wondering if he was telling her this just to make her stay in bed or if he really wouldn't be able to sleep. She sized him up, doing her best to read him but it was late and she was rather tired. "Peter?"
"Yeah, sweetheart?" He couldn't help but call her that, trying to find comfort in such a simple gesture for her and for himself. He'd nearly lost her, she wasn't the only one afraid.
"Kiss me again," it was all she could say, all she knew to forget the pain, escape the torment her mind held over her. She wanted to lean in to kiss him but found her body unable to move.
His fingers moved from her arm into her hair, brushing the blonde strands back out of her eyes, watching the orbs close as she sighed softly, contently. He loved having this affect on women and to be able to have it with Olivia, astounded him. "Gladly," he breathed, dragging it out, waiting to take another taste of the sweet nectar from her lips. His heart sung once again, beat by beat as his lips finally found hers.
A smile spread across her face. She could feel his heart pounding, heard it and for the first time it didn't bother her. Strangely it was comforting. She deepened the kiss, needing more from him as her fingers played along his jaw, stroking the stubble and smiling as his lips parted for her. Her head felt foggy and her body was able to relax with his kisses. They were the only drug she was capable of using without side effects. There were no bad side effects to being with Peter. Not a single one she could count.
Her hands found his chest, her hips straddled his before she pushed him back onto the bed, lying above him. His hands stayed at her waist, careful not to touch the bruises or cause her any pain. "You okay?" It was all he could ask between the kisses and light touches against her skin. She seemed better now but he knew this could lead to other things and though he wanted it, he was afraid of hurting her.
Olivia merely nodded, her fingers moving over his chest and sides, beneath the t-shirt he was wearing feeling his bare skin at her fingertips. It was heavenly. "I want more," she purred.
Peter stared up at her, a smile on his face, the bedroom light illuminating the room seeing her rosy cheeks and knowing he must have looked just as flushed as she did. "Are you sure? I mean can you?" He didn't question the need or desire, it was the physical aspects that concerned him. She was still healing, supposed to be taking it easy. Sure she'd come back to work but she had enough trouble walking, he didn't know how this would be physically possible.
"You might have to do all the work," she smiled down at him, "if you're game?" She felt her own heart pounding and realized she no longer heard his like she had before. It didn't bother her, not anymore.
"I am," Peter smiled, thrilled at the prospect of making love to Olivia Dunham.
His heart skipped a beat and she smiled, with a throaty laugh. "I heard that."
Peter reached for her hand, bringing it to his chest, beneath his shirt. "Can you feel it?" He asked letting her rest her palm against his skin, seeing the reaction, the smile across her face and her eyes dark with desire.
Olivia merely nodded, feeling her breath stolen away. Never would she have thought they'd be finding themselves in bed together, wanting him to make love to her. It wasn't such a bad thing, hardly, she just wasn't expecting it. "You're a romantic," she laughed, teasing him, trying her best to lighten the mood. She wasn't good at relationships but somehow with Peter, it was different. She felt different.
"With the right woman, maybe I am," he smiled gently rolling her onto her back. "Let me know what works and what doesn't," he whispered into her ear, feeling her shudder and smiling. He moved around to straddle her but kept his weight above her body, not wanting to crush her or cause her any pain. It was hard not to think about it after seeing the bruises.
"Peter, I'm okay. You won't break me." She immediately sensed what he was thinking, feeling in fact. Reaching out to him, "come down here with me," she purred feeling her body relaxing beneath his touch. Swiftly she removed his t-shirt, tossing it to the floor.
Carefully he rested his hips above hers, remembering every bruise and trying to be extra careful not to touch any of them. His memory was impeccable at times and when it came to Olivia, he damned well did his best at remembering every detail. "Still okay?" He asked leaning down, his lips hovering, waiting to kiss her, seeing her reaction first.
"I'd be better if you got out of those boxers," she smiled moving her hands over and across the shorts. Her fingers skimmed the waistband, pushing them down, needing to feel him, all of him.
"I could say the same for you," Peter answered with a matching smile of his own. He lifted his hips, removing his boxers and then let his fingers brush against her stomach, teasing her equally in return. "You still have too many clothes on," he whispered, leaning down stealing a kiss. His fingers slipped inside her underwear, causing her to gasp and moan as he touched her once then twice.
Her body shuddered and her insides clenched down. This was not how she imagined their first time. "I want you," she purred needing more than just his fingers working their magic. She needed all of him. Her hands were visibly shaking as reached the hem of her own shirt, pulling it up and off, needing to feel his skin against hers.
His lips found her neck, a smile as the light of the room poured over her body. She was beautiful in every way. "Can we turn the light off?" She asked seeing his eyes wandering over, staring at her.
"I like it this way," he smiled, "you're beautiful," his lips covered hers before moving down, trailing a path of kisses down her chest.
It was suddenly forgotten as his body warmed her to the core. She didn't think she'd last much longer and she wanted to feel his body with hers. "Please, Peter," she breathed feeling his fingers finally removing her underwear. He pulled away only to hear her gasp out in protest.
His hand switched off the light, "happy?" He asked shaking his head. "I wanted my attention to be on you but if you'd rather me---"
She shut him up, covering his lips, her hand on his jaw, as her other hand moved down between them, stroking him, getting him ready for her. Slowly she guided him inside her warmth, her legs parting, making room as she adjusted to his size.
"Okay?" he asked as he slowly settled on top of her, doing his best not to bare all his weight against her small frame.
Olivia nodded, her eyes closing for a moment with a smile etched across her face. Her hands found his hips, moving across his back and chest as their bodies melted together. His kisses moved across her skin, the nape of her neck, against her breasts. He left no area untouched as he claimed her body as his own.
Her head dipped back, her body arched from the mattress as her toes curled feeling each thrust intensifying the growing feelings within her. "Peter," his name slipped off her tongue as she shuddered, her hands grasping at him, pulling him tighter and deeper. Her lips covered his, needing a taste as she found release.
Feeling her body trembling and letting go, he covered her with kisses, watched her chest rise and fall with each breath of air into her lungs.
"You didn't—" she was disappointed. She had wanted him to enjoy this as much as she had.
"I'm okay," he kissed her softly watching her settle down.
Olivia shook her head, knowing better. She knew why he was doing this. He was still worried about letting go, hurting her. She'd show him she wouldn't break. She wasted no time in pushing him onto his back, climbing above him once again, straddling him. She was careful with her leg and brought his hands up against her skin showing him all the places he could touch her. "You should enjoy this," she smiled down at him. She wanted him to enjoy it.
Peter nodded slowly, he wasn't going to deny her anything. He couldn't and he did want this, badly. Sliding down onto him again, she leant down kissing him, taking her time knowing it would drive him crazy.
"Livia," he breathed struggling to keep his eyes open. He was finding it difficult to concentrate with the ability she had over him. His body pushed further inside of her with each thrust, feeling her hands against his skin, his hands moving against her body, he felt as though his heart would slam out of his chest at any moment.
"I know," she answered feeling it too. "Let it go," she kissed his ear, nibbling on the lobe as her hips didn't change their rhythm. She felt his body on the edge, ready to let go but holding back. "Peter, for me." She wanted this to be for both of them. They were equals.
Hearing her voice, feeling her body, every sensation overwhelmed him to the point he couldn't hold back any longer. His lips found hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth craving the taste and power she held over him. He loved her, it was that simple. He just wasn't sure he could ever tell her.
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Wow thanks you guys for all the feedback! It's always appreciated.
We'll see if I can a 3rd chapter up shortly!
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