"Well, I'd rather be here than anywhere else. I thought you knew that already?" He lightly places his hand on hers as an intimate gesture.
Olivia sighs and looks at their hands. 'This feels so right', she thinks to herself. 'I need time to process things but being here with him like this, just feels so right.'
"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours? Finally realize how you can't live without me?" he chuckles, wishing that were true but for now he plays it as a joke.
"Yeah," she responds. "Something like that."
Peter's eyes widen at her statement and he can't help but let the smile spread across his face
"Well you know, you're in luck because this woman I work with keeps me really busy at work so I'll be in Boston for a long time. So you don't need to worry that I'm gonna leave anytime."
Olivia winces slightly at his comment. Her worst fear: abandonment. Peter can't leave her. Not now, not ever. She recovers quickly and puts on a smile, "Wow, this woman sounds like such an overbearing and controlling boss."
"She's really quite something once you get to know her." Peter says as he leans forward to whisper into her ear, "You should see her when she's only wearing her bra and underwear. That is a sight."
Olivia feels her cheeks blush immediately and tries to hide the smile that threatens to expose just how much she is enjoying the direction this conversation is heading. But she ducks her head slightly so her blond wisps of hair only slightly hide her face. Olivia, now feeling the full effects of the alcohol, gathers the courage to continue this role-playing that Peter has started, if only to hear what else he thinks of her.
She moves her hands onto his forearms so that they will remain in this position. She licks her lips, and inches closer to his ear, breathing heavy. "So, she's hot? You liked what you saw?"
"Oh yeah." Peter responds huskily. He moves so that he is lightly brushing his stubble on her flawless cheek and places a slow, languid kiss on her jaw. Olivia feels her heart speed up and knows what is about to happen. He continues his exploration, seeing just where the limit might be. He pulls back slightly and looks in her eyes. He places his hand on her cheek just as he had done back at the lab and slowly, gaging every nuance she makes to ensure himself that this is what she wants, leans into her. He feels her breath on his face and his eyes unconsciously close as his lips meet hers. It's a slow, timid kiss. He gains more courage when he feels her smile against him, and her arms slide up his arms and wrap loosely around his neck, pulling him closer. He smiles in return and all timidity is gone. His presses his lips more firmly onto hers and wraps his protective arms around her waist.
When they reluctantly pull apart, their foreheads still touch, still needing the contact. He smiles and moves his right hand so he can run his fingers through her hair. "I've wanted to do that for such a long time", he confesses.
Olivia, shocked at such a statement, can't help but smile. "Really? Just how long exactly?" she asks, playfully.
"I dunno, since Iraq?" he chuckles.
"Come on!" she exclaims, as she pulls back, grinning from ear to ear. "That long, Peter? And I thought I could read people! You're pretty good at hiding your feelings, you know?"
"It's what I do best. But hopefully now I won't have to." He places his hand against her cheek again and looks pleadingly into her eyes. "Please tell me we can do that again."
Touched at the sincerity in his eyes, her countenance changes from light-hearted to one of longing. "How about right now", she says and grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him towards her.