This is going to be more a fluff chapter than anything and the final one! Enjoy!
Rachel was smiling that huge grin of hers. Olivia avoided looking at her eyes because she was positive they were saying "choose him". One minute with Peter and she was a goner. But Olivia knew better, she would tell him they could not continue with whatever it was that had happened. She heard Rachel retreat to her room and she sighed. This was better, way better, than the moment she would have to face John and tell him she had cheated on him. Maybe he wouldn't even forgive her, but at least she would be doing the right thing.
Peter smiled at her but he didn't come to close. "Olivia, we need to talk" he said.
Olivia was surprised, did she think he was here to have sex? Honestly, she didn't know. She nodded.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore, what happened on Sunday was a mistake" Olivia was pale and hurt at hearing his words.
Peter noticed Olivia had lowered her sight and how tense she was. He brought his hand to her face and she comforted on the heat he provided. "Oh no, sweetheart" Peter said softly "I don't regret it at all, but that is the point. I wish I could do that to you everyday! And that's the problem. I know you are with John, and I can see you are confused and I don't want you to feel like that. And me, I can't continue to do this for my own mental health. Olivia, you are not a person for just one night. I mean, yes, you are gorgeous, but I want more of you, I want you everyday and I know that cannot happen. I can continue to be your friend and partner, but nothing more."
Olivia felt broke, she hadn't expected to feel like that, his hand had retreated from her face as well and she felt empty. She didn't even know what to say, so she just kept looking into his eyes, expecting her facial features to say something, but they didn't. Peter, unhurriedly, returned on his tracks and left the apartment. Olivia could feel her heart beating fast, she paced for a bit and took another glass of whisky, she needed to think.
She went out for a stroll around the city and around 12 she ended up in front of John's flat; she ringed the bell and saw John smile when he opened the door. Olivia's stomach felt heavy, she wasn't sure if that was the liquor on her system.
"John… I don't love you anymore" Olivia blurted out. It was short and it felt like a blade.
John's smile immediately vanished "I think I knew this, although I was denying it"
Olivia grabbed his hand, "For a while I did John and it was beautiful… It's just not there anymore"
"May I ask you something"
Olivia nodded.
"Did something happen while I was in a coma?"
"Yes" replied Olivia, she blushed.
"Ok, I don't need to know more" John's voice was serious. "Goodbye, Olivia" he shut the door.
Olivia was wandering around once again, she wasn't even sure if something had taken over her or if this was her all along. She arrived to Peter's hotel and knocked on his door, he opened in his boxers. Goddammit, why does he have to sleep like that.
"No, sweetheart, not again. FBI consultants need their sleep. Tell Broyles I'm not going" but to his surprise she stepped closer to him and kissed him. Soon, her hands were on his hair and his were on his waist. His body was responding fast, she could feel him on her lower abdomen. However, reality kicked Peter and he took some distance.
"I'm not with John, anymore" said Olivia and Peter smiled, "you could have started with that 'Livia", he continued to kiss her passionately. "You know? We could get another room in this hotel" he said and Olivia chuckled. They walked through the hallway holding hands.
The end.