"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.
Breathless, and with their hearts swimming with intense emotion, they pull apart from one another, his hand still on her cradling her face, his thumb lightly caressing her cheek. Olivia knows that all she is feeling cannot be solely the alcohol, but must be feelings she has been bottling up for the past year and half for this man who sits in front of her.
"Peter, let's get out of here." She says gently.
"Liv, are you sure? I don't want to rush things..."
"I'm sure. I just want you, I want this, with you, only with you" she replies, surprised at how vulnerable she has become and how much she wants to share with Peter.
He looks at her, deep into her eyes and the world around them seems to not exist.
"Let's get out of here." He calls the waiter over and quickly pays the bill. He helps her with her jacket and they leave the bar, walking in the direction of his house. His hand finds her hand and they continue to walk in silence. Nothing needed to be said, both understanding that the line has been crossed and now, there is no going back.
"You drive, I don't need a DUI on my record." She says as she tosses Peter the keys to her FBI issued SUV. "You're the one with the criminal record already. I'd be willing to bet that a DUI for you would be like a parking ticket to me." She grins at him as she gets in the passenger seat.
Peter rolled his eyes at Olivia playfully, enjoying their bantering. "Was that supposed to be some sort of wise crack into my less then honourable past as a criminal mastermind, Agent Dunham? Because there was a time, I thought, when you liked that about me?"
Thinking of what to say back, Olivia just smiled, loving the way she could tease him, and knowing he would say some sort of sarcastic remark back. She turned her head to retort to his comment when she noticed that the 'glimmer' had returned. Not as prominent as it had been in the house, but it was visible. 'The alcohol must be wearing off', she thought.
"What's wrong? Did I say something?" Peter asks quickly, noting the change in her face.
"No not at all, just…I think the day is finally catching up with me. A lot happened, you know?"
"Ya, I noticed. Universes colliding, this amazingly handsome guy kissed you, I get it. You need time to cope", he quips back at her with a grin.
As Peter turns onto her street all she can do is chuckle lightly at his comment. 'He always does that, tries to make light of the situation. He's too cute. But I don't think I can go through with this tonight. Not when he's glimmering like that. Not when he doesn't know the truth. I can't betray him, I can't let him into my heart if there's a chance that I could hurt him or he could leave.'
Peter parks the car and is at her side in an instant, opening her door and walking beside her, up her front steps, to her front door.
As Olivia is reaching for her keys from his hand, he realizes that something has changed and knows that tonight isn't going to happen.
He reaches for her hand while the other is tilting her chin slightly upwards, so he can read her expression. "Olivia, what's wrong? We don't have to do anything tonight, I just…want to be near you."
Looking into his eyes, and hearing him utter such an open and vulnerable confession, tears begin to form and threaten to fall. She gains the courage needed and knows she want him here as well. She unlocks the door and still holding his hand, ushers him into her apartment.
Without turning any lights on, they reach her bedroom, she turns to face him and knows she has to be honest. Seeing him glimmer is starting to open up the wounds that haven't even started to heal. "Peter," she chokes, "I don't want to be alone tonight. Stay with me" Whether it was a question or statement, Peter was not sure. All he knew was that she needed him here and that there was nowhere else he would rather be.
He placed a light kiss on her lips and nodded. He slowly began to undress to his undershirt and boxers, while she undressed and slipped into some practical pajamas. She slipped into bed and was on her side and felt the bed dip as Peter did the same. She felt him pull her towards him and relished the sensation of feeling his whole body alongside hers. He had his arm wrapped protectively over her waist and rested his head behinds hers, nestled softly in her hair. She could feel his stubble on the base of her neck as he placed sweet kisses along her neck and shoulder.
"Good night Liv."
Olivia, smiling at the comfort and innocence of the moment, reaches for his hand which is resting across her stomach and pulls it towards her lips and kisses his palm, keeping his hand in hers.
"Good night Peter."