yayyy new chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this, and i must thank the song 'teenage dream' for some inspiration. Anyway, as aways there is the M here.

BIG FAT M

I own all TYPOS

It was a beautiful Sunday morning.

He was allowed to say that as he watched a naked Olivia sleep against the soft white of the couch. The sun was up and Peter had moved to the window in the other room to pull up the shades before he went back into the bedroom to retrieve his boxers as well as a few sheets to keep the balled up Olivia warm. Bringing the sheets back out he placed them over her before heading into the kitchen to begin to make them breakfast.

He had just placed it on a tray when he heard her shuffle into her bedroom and close the door. Figuring she was going to take a shower, he placed the tray over the stove and was about to get himself some water when he heard the door open again. Smiling to himself he took the tray in hand and headed into the living room to set it down on the coffee table. Just as he straightened back up, Olivia wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his back.

"Good morning," she murmured into his skin. Spinning her around in his arms, he smiled down at her.

"Good morning it certainly is," he answered planting a kiss on her forehead. He was just about to give her a proper kiss when she looked around him and smiled.

"Are those pancakes?" she asked excitedly. Slipping from his arms she headed to the tray to grab for a plate. Shaking his head and laughing, Peter sat down on the floor next to her, reaching for a plate as well. She looked stunning in her little black tank top and matching panties, hair uncombed and down as she reached for food. Peter felt a warmth flood his chest and he couldn't help but smile as she ate away at her pancakes.

"So," he said as she ate, "What do you want to do today?"

Olivia munched on her pancakes and shrugged.

"We could go to the park or something," she said after she had swallowed, "Since we have the day off."

"Or we can sit around and do nothing," he said, shrugging. Olivia smiled and laughed, shaking her head.

"Do nothing?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," he answered, "A lazy day."

"Peter we can't-"

"And why not?" he asked, moving the tray away and smiling at her as he took the space next to her.

"Because," she said smiling and shaking her head, "Peter we can't."

"I say we can," he said kissing her and pushing her down on the carpet of her living room. She giggled as he lightly tickled her sides and nuzzled her neck.

"Peter," she gasped, laughing, "Peter!"

He pulled back and sat up on his hunches, straddled over her. Placing his hands playfully on his hips he huffed and looked down at her.

"Fine," he said with a long sigh. He cocked his head to the side and his eyes twinkled with mischief. There was a long moment of silence before Olivia spoke, unable to dicipher what he was thinking.

"What?"

The next second he was standing and reaching for the sheets he had thrown over Olivia on the couch. Pushing the table out of the way, he reached for the other blankets.

"Peter what are you-" But she was cut off by the falling comforter as it landed on her face. She scrambled to move it from her face just in time to see Peter tucking in one end of a sheet under the couch cushions.

"Peter what on earth are you doing?" she asked, rolling over to get tangled in the sheets. Peter looked at her with a big goofy grin. He nudged her with his foot and she rolled out of his way and stood up as he took the other end of the sheet and stuck it under the tray that sat on the coffee table. Unravelling the other one that was in his arms, he stuck on end under the tray and reached the other end to stick it underneath the plants on the window ledge. After that he dove underneath with Olivia stood by the fireplace, looking on in disbelief.

Her entire living room had been transform into a white sea, two sheets stretching from end to end and held down by her breakfast tray in the center of the room. Olivia felt like a little kid again, the last time she had done anything this silly was when Ella was over a few months ago. Now here she was, almost naked and watching her boyfriend build a fort out of sheets in the middle of her living room. She folded her arms and waited for him to peek his head out and smile at her.

They looked like they belonged in some commercial for laundry soap or sheets or something. She, there in her matching black camisole and panties and him, hiding under perfectly white sheets. With a smile she relaxed and climbed onto the floor, his fingers reaching for her waist to help her underneath the sheets. He had made a little bed from her comforter and the remaining sheets and she curled on her side, her forehead pressed to his forehead and a little smile on her face. He smiled back, stroking her little hands that were curled between them.

"A fort?" she whispered, feeling suddenly like a six year old again.

"Yeah," he responded as calm, "Forts shelter you from the outside world. They're protection."

Olivia's eyes shimmered with happiness as he told her that. She tilted her chin up and kissed him before pulling back and smiling at him.

"You're right," she whispered and shook her head. Peter's grin slide lopsided, confused at what she meant.

"A lazy day is much better than any other day."

Peter combed his fingers through her head and kissed her again, deeply this time, tasting her perfect lips against his own. She smiled against his lips and arched against him, stretching and flexing her body against his. He, in return ran his hands up from resting on her hips and to her breasts where he palmed them slowly and lazily as his tongue drifted to her neck.

"Peter," she gasped happily, her fingers tugging at his hair as her leg drifted over his thigh in its own accordance. "Peter what happened to be lazy today?"

"Lazy day sex," he murmured against her skin as his fingers danced around hardening nipples. Olivia chuckled.

"There's nothing lazy about sex," she answered, her hips grinding into his. He groaned.

"We go slow," he said, his fingers winding up underneath her shirt. Her own fingers had run down his back to push deep into his ass and grind him up against her. He had groaned and pushed one hand into her hair to tangle in her locks.

Olivia flipped them in the next moment, lying flat against his chest as he pulled her top up and over her head. She smiled as he tossed out the door of the fort and she pressed her bare skin against his. Flipping them over again, Peter hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled them down off her, kissing his way back up her leg. His breath whispered across her and she whimpered, a silent plea to him to taste her. And that he did, dipping his tongue between her legs, his own eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Peter," she whimpered, "Come back up here."

"Coming," he said between her legs and then moved his face up to hers to kiss her. Reaching down between them, she grabbed him through the slit in his boxers and guided him to her. Just as he was about to enter her she flipped them so she was on top and smashed down onto him.

"Jesus Christ Livia," he gasped out, his hips bucking up to meet hers. She smiled down at him.

"What?" she teased, starting to move her hips against him. He kissed her and met her stride for stride. It only took a few moments to get a fine sheen covering their skin, and in a moment when Olivia was lost to her own pleasure, he flipped them again and changed his angle causing her to moan loudly.

She was close and he could feel it so he pushed in as far she would allow him and pulled up, placing the heel of his hand on the nerves between her legs and slammed back in. Her body writhed once, twice, three times and then the forth time caused her to come screaming his name and wrapping her legs around him. He pressed her to his skin and came as well, placing kisses along her chest plate as she panted into his hair.

Once they had come down from their highs, Peter rolled to his side and pressed his forehead to her forehead. She smiled at him and stroked his cheek happily.

"Best lazy day ever."