Sorry, I know this is late, but I had a mountain of homework that took priority over fanfic. :( Silly physics...
Anyways, this is the last chapter of this particular fanfic. Thanks for all the encouragement from everyone. I hope you enjoy this last chapter. It's my first attempt at smut, so hopefully it went okay.
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When Olivia next opened her eyes, light was filtering through the crack in her curtains, casting a warm glow onto the room. She blinked in confusion as she looked down to see an arm wrapped loosely around her waist, and it was only when she tried to sit up that she realised the warm object she was practically lying on top of was a body, not a pillow. Panicking a little, she cast her eyes about, and was somewhat relieved to find that she was in her own bed, and a glance under the covers told her that she wasn't naked. Indeed, it was only when she turned her head a little and saw that the man behind her was in fact Peter Bishop that the previous night came back to her in a rush, a few certain details standing out more than others. Calling Peter, kissing Peter, telling Peter all about Charlie…
Oh God, Charlie.
As the final details of the previous day slotted into place, she felt something stick in her throat and fresh tears brim to the surface. Almost subconsciously, she reached for Peter's hand and grasped it firmly. Still sleeping, he squeezed back. She shut her eyes tightly and forced herself to breathe deeply. In and out… in and out… She wished Peter wasn't such a heavy sleeper and that he would hear her, wake up and give her the comfort she was too afraid to ask for.
It took her about fifteen minutes to stifle the panic that the prospect of a world without Charlie brought, until finally it faded just as abruptly as it had arrived. Now calmer, she took a better stock of her surroundings. It was about half eight… From what he had said last night about Walter, she knew Peter had probably planned to leave hours ago, but she was so comforted by his mere presence that she decided to let him sleep for a while longer.
She shifted so that she lay fully on top of him now and took the opportunity to look him up and down. His originally crisp shirt was crinkled from a night's sleep and although it was a word she had never thought to associate with him before, she found that Peter was undeniably cute while he slumbered. Yawning, she stretched out against him but stopped all movements immediately when he moaned under his breath- a deep throaty noise that she was certain she'd never heard him make before.
"Livia" he groaned aloud, cementing her belief that this wasn't the sort of dream he would be happy for her to overhear. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty, because if she hadn't called him last night, he would most likely have fucked some random girl from a bar and wouldn't currently be lying in her bed, horny as hell. Sliding out of his grip, she lay to one side and wondered briefly what she should do. She couldn't very well just lay there with him the midst of a wet dream about her, but she didn't know what else she could do. She briefly considered waking him under the pretence of getting him home to Walter, but she still didn't particularly want him to leave yet. And if she was honest with herself, she knew her home would be entirely too silent if he were to go home.
Conflicted, she climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom. After brushing her teeth, she splashed some water on her face and again her mind drifted to Peter. The previous evening had only proved that he was quickly becoming more than a friend to her, and after the many kisses they'd shared over the course of the night, he was bound to be on the same page as her. And now he was only a wall away, having a very intimate dream about her.
She ran a hand through her hair, at a complete loss as to what to do about him. To be honest, she was half considering waking him, dragging his lips to hers and letting him fuck her, like he so clearly wanted to. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about it in the past, it was just that the timing was so horrible and deep down she knew that now wasn't the time for rushing into a relationship she wasn't ready for.
Returning to the bedroom, she slid back under the covers, and on a whim, made a decision. She would wake him, and then take it from there.
**
"Peter," on the very edge of his subconscious, he heard his name and after a few confused seconds, he opened his eyes, just as the voice whispered his name again, "Peter."
"Yeah?" he mumbled, blearily. He rubbed his eyes hurriedly and his world came back into focus, but it was only when he saw Olivia next to him that the previous night fully returned to him. She said nothing for a few moments, and he frowned, wondering if she was on the verge of another anxiety attack, "Are you okay?" he made sure his tone was gentle, recalling how fragile she'd been last night. As he spoke, he rolled onto his side, gradually shifting away from her, in case she were to accidentally brush against his lower half. He was naturally no stranger to morning wood, but quite frankly the amount of times he had been aroused in Olivia's presence in these last twelve hours was getting to be ridiculous.
"I'm fine" she smiled, before catching his movements, "And don't worry about it. It's normal." He knew that, of course, but it didn't make this entire situation any more tolerable. As if to strengthen her conviction, she closed the gap between them, lying so close that their bodies were flush against each other. He swallowed, and looked over her head as images from his dream came back to him in glorious Technicolor.
"Peter, it's okay." Olivia reaffirmed in a low tone, before her hands slid up to his neck and gently applied pressure until he looked down at her. He nodded, but it was only to get her to just stop trying to prove her point, whatever the hell that may be. He closed his eyes for a moment to gather up the rest of his self control but when he opened them again, her face was hovering inches from his. And then, finally she kissed him for the first time that morning, and all of his good intentions went to hell.
**
Olivia honestly hadn't intended for this to happen. She'd hoped conversation would come easily when she woke Peter up, but when nothing had sprung to mind, she was forced to improvise. He'd been so visibly embarrassed again by his hard on that she'd moved to reassure him. It was only when she found herself pressed up against him that she realised she had very little alternative than to kiss him.
Peter had immediately rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed as he kissed her as if his life depended on it. She kissed him back hard, allowing him to dominate for a while, knowing he had a lot of pent up sexual frustration to let out. After a time, his lips finally left hers, but it was only to press urgent kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. His lips strayed lower but she could feel his hesitation as he kissed along the top edge of her vest top. She let a low moan escape, mostly to encourage him, but despite her efforts, he seemed to think better of attempting to take things any further and, he instead returned to her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth at the first opportunity.
**
Peter groaned as their tongues duelled for dominance. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was all too aware about how wrong this was. That she was in mourning and that he was most definitely taking advantage, but yet he just couldn't bring himself to stop. Not now that he was so worked up, rolling around in bed with the girl of his dreams.
However, as if she had read his mind, both of Olivia's hands pushed him and he flopped heavily onto his back, breaking the contact between them for the first time since she'd started this. He looked up at her, unsure whether or not he should apologise and just leave now, or to see what she had to say about all this. To his complete and utter surprise, she straddled his hips and, breathing heavily, their eyes locked as she slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Leaning up, he eagerly tried to brush his lips across hers again, but the instant before they connected, the shrill ringing of a phone somewhere in the bedroom interrupted them.
Peter sighed as Olivia abandoned her task and scanned the bedroom for the source of the noise. It seemed that luck still, of course, wasn't on his side.
**
Olivia knew she couldn't ignore the ringing phone, but from the semi-wary look on Peter's face, she was afraid he might just bolt if she left him to answer it. Luckily, a quick glance around the bedroom proved the source of the noise to be a lot closer than she'd suspected. It was Peter's cell, ringing where he'd left it on the bedside table. He located it half a second after she did, but before he could reach for it, she leaned over him and lifted it.
"It's Walter." she told him, and feeling bold, she sat up, still straddling him and answered it, "Agent Dunham."
**
Peter started to sit up, but Olivia placed her free hand on his chest. Her touch was feather-light, but he allowed her to push him back down to the bed. He didn't quite know exactly how they'd gotten from just sleeping to this, but he had to admit that he was enjoying this new turn of events immensely.
"Yeah, he's with me. He's in the shower" Olivia half lied, chewing her bottom lip in the most adorable way. He frowned, reaching for the phone, but she swatted his hand away, "No nothing like that. He was helping me with something last night and I guess we just fell asleep." He gave up his attempts at commandeering the phone, and just lay back, staring up at her.
"Is there anything you want me to tell him?" she paused, "Okay. I'll see you later Walter" she hung up abruptly and tossed the cell back to the table.
"What did he want?" the last thing he wanted to do right now was to discuss his father, but it could have been important.
"He was just wondering where you were." she shrugged, "He says he'll get a ride in with Astrid, and he'll see you in the lab when you're done. To be honest, I don't think he believed me when I said you were in the shower," she grinned, and he groaned for an entirely different reason than earlier.
"You should have let me talk to him. He's probably off planning our wedding as we speak." She gave a light laugh. Probably because she didn't realise his comment about the wedding hadn't been a joke, but he couldn't help but chuckle along with her. His hands rested gently on her upper thighs, and although he was unwilling to pressure her, he was desperate to pick up where they'd left off.
"So where were we?" he prompted, and catching his eye again she leaned down and recaptured his lips.
**
This kiss was languid and slow. Peter was holding back, that much was obvious, but she'd been hoping he would take the lead because she wasn't sure just how far she wanted to go with him that morning. She could feel him straining in his jeans beneath her and she knew he wouldn't make her do anything she wasn't ready for, but the real problem was that even she didn't yet know what her limits were.
Peter's hands tentatively began to slide up her body, slipping beneath her top and slowly, his right hand cupped her breast. As he touched her, her very real dread struck her as she remembered that the last man to touch her like that had long since died. And naturally, the thoughts of Charlie that she had been trying so hard to suppress sprung to the forefront of her mind, and suddenly she felt more like crying than doing anything with Peter.
"Peter, stop." her whisper was unnecessary, for he'd immediately pulled back when he'd felt her tense beneath his touch. She swallowed, and managed to hold back the tears, but she hated seeing the half flustered, half concerned look on Peter's face.
"Sorry." he mumbled, looking away as she climbed off him, but she was determined that he would understand that he had done absolutely nothing wrong.
"It's not your fault, Peter. It's the timing, and…"
"It's fine." he cut her off in an overly bright tone, before he met her eyes again, "You know I wasn't expecting…" he trailed off too, before granting her a nervous, half smile, "Any chance I can take a shower here before I go home?"
"Yeah, sure" she was determined to keep her voice even, "You know where the bathroom is. There should be some towels in that cupboard." She gestured without looking, and avoided glancing his way entirely as he began to hunt through the drawers. It was only when he padded through the door into the hallway that she fully allowed herself to breathe again.
She felt terrible, knowing that however turned on Peter had been when she started this, this was sure to be a thousand times worse for him now. A part of her knew that he needed some sort of release as much as she'd needed his comfort last night, but the difference was that while he'd spent all night holding her, she'd just banished him to the bathroom to take a cold shower. As she looked at it like that, she began to think that maybe... maybe she could still do this. Filled with nerves, and hearing her heart thumping in her ears, on autopilot she followed Peter towards the bathroom, and nervously tapped on the door.
"What?" his voice was loud and echoed against the tiles on the bathroom wall.
"Let me in" she ordered, an odd sense of power rushing through her. Peter didn't reply, but a few moments later, she heard the lock click and the door swung open. Peter stood shirtless with an almost impatient look on his face.
"I don't want to have sex with you" she spoke in rush, worried he would shut the door in her face if she didn't get to her point quickly
"Okay…" Peter was obviously at a loss for what to say to something like that, and she could see a vague hurt in his eyes, so she quickly corrected
"Well, not today anyway," she took a breath, "That being said, I do want to do something for you."
"Something?" Peter questioned, either very confused, or very cautious.
"Something" she nodded, drawing him close for yet another kiss, this time grinding her hips against his for emphasis.
**
He fought to suppress the groan her movements elicited, but it didn't seem to matter either way, for her lips were suddenly on his again, effectively muffling the sound. Meanwhile her fingers fumbled with his belt, whipping it off at the first opportunity and tossing it to the corner. It took all of his willpower, but he managed to pull away.
"You don't have to do this" Hell, he wasn't entirely sure what this was yet, but he knew that while he would certainly enjoy it, she wasn't necessarily in the right state of mind to be doing anything with him. He knew he had most likely let things get too far already, especially given her reaction when he'd tried to touch her breasts.
"I want to." With that, she undid the button of his jeans and her hand slid downwards, into his boxers and gave him a swift stroke, followed by a second. He gave an undignified grunt, and gripped the doorframe.
"Get in the shower" she commanded, and he nodded wordlessly, stepping back into the bathroom, shedding the rest of his clothes as quickly as he could manage. He reached around the shower door to turn on the water, and meanwhile out of the corner of his eye he saw her lock the bathroom door and strip as well. This time he didn't dwell on it, and instead crushed his mouth against hers, praying to God that she wouldn't change her mind again. Pulling away briefly she stepped under the spray of the water, and beckoned for him to follow. He barely had time to shut the door behind them before her hand returned to his painfully stiff member to resume caressing him.
**
"Livia" he moaned aloud, reminding her very much of the noises he'd made during his earlier dreams. Feeling encouraged, she kissed him once more, before kneeling down onto the wet floor. She looked up at him, and met his lustful eyes, giving him one last swift pump. She hesitated briefly before running her tongue along his length and from the half yelp he gave, he obviously hadn't been expecting this. With that, she paused, pulling back briefly to glance up at him.
"I haven't done this a lot, so tell me what feels good and what doesn't, okay?" he nodded wordlessly, and she slowly enveloped him with her mouth.
She set about a steady rhythm of licks and sucks, and she was pleased to find that, unlike John, he didn't attempt to steer her and just let her do whatever she felt comfortable with. She drew back a little swirling her tongue around the head and he gave a sharp gasp. Pleased, she repeated the motion, before returning her attention to his shaft.
Before long, his breathing grew ragged and the little thrusts he was working hard to contain increased in frequency and strength, and she doubled her efforts, knowing it wouldn't be long now.
**
He let his hand fall into her hair, trying to coax her away as gently as he could.
"Olivia, stop" he warned her, holding back as much as he could, but he was damn close and if she was to keep doing what she was doing for much longer, he was sure to explode.
"Olivia, unless you want me to come in your mouth, stop." he protested weakly, because he sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to pull back. He just didn't have the strength to do that again.
**
Olivia stilled as he spoke, and reluctantly pulled away, standing up next to him in the cramped space. She had intended on seeing him through to the finish, but she had been strangely nervous about the thought of him climaxing in her mouth, and so she was grateful that he'd given her an out.
She returned her attentions to his mouth, where he kissed her hungrily. One hand tangled itself in his hair while the other journeyed downwards and blindly sought out his cock. After a couple of swift strokes, he shouted her name as he tumbled over the edge. His head jerked back as the full force of his climax hit him, and the hand buried in his hair barely prevented him from hitting his head hard against the shower wall behind him. They stood silently for a few more seconds, heavy breathing and pounding water the only discernable sounds in the room.
After another moment, Olivia thought to reach for the shower head and directed it at his thigh, washing the remaining creamy liquid away into the drain. Suddenly, she felt a strange embarrassment for her own nakedness, and she turned away, on the pretence of reaching for the shampoo and washing her hair. Instantly, Peter seemed to snap to life, and reached around her for the shower gel, squirting some on his hand before replacing the bottle. She risked a glance in his direction, and found his open, blissful smile to be almost endearing.
"Feeling better?" she asked, a sly smile on her face and he grinned back at her.
"That was incredible" he paused, leaning in to brush his lips innocently over hers, "You have no idea how much I needed that." The sincerity of his tone and the complete adoration in his eyes was too much for her, and she looked away again.
"If you want me to return the favour sometime…" he asked, a gruff aspect to his tone, "Well all you have to do is ask."
"I'll keep that in mind" she laughed, rinsing the last of the liquid from her hair.
They brushed against each other several times in the cramped space, but didn't reach for one another deliberately until they were out in the bathroom, redressed and somewhat dry. They stood, looking at each other with a very tangible awkwardness, before thankfully they were again interrupted by the ringing of a phone.
"That'll be Walter," Peter said, but he made no move to answer it.
"Or Broyles. You were supposed to be in work about an hour ago" she teased.
"And you weren't?" he cocked an eyebrow
"I've got the day off."
"Shit." he swore as he realised he would be the only one walking in late. Obviously panicked, he glanced about the bathroom for his belt and spotting it first, she handed to him, amused by his frantic movements. Ignoring her for the moment, he left the bathroom, and returned momentarily, holding his keys and his wallet, and wearing his shoes.
"I'll come see you later." he promised, bypassing her on his rush to get out the door.
"Peter" she called him back before he could completely disappear, and reluctantly he returned to her side.
"Yeah?" she pulled him for one last smouldering kiss, and as they pulled apart, she spoke in a matter of fact tone.
"Okay, you can go now."
**
Unable to mask his grin, Peter jogged down the steps and began to dial the number of a local cab office, knowing his car was still outside that bar. By the time he collected it and went home to change, he would end up being a good two hours late. Broyles would not be pleased.
Somehow though, the morning's activities more than made up for the telling off that would come his way.
Well I hope you liked it.
Tell me how I did please, because M rated fanfiction is an area I have no experience in.
