Chapter 7:
Olivia brushed against Peter as they walked alongside one another on the way home. "We should have a contest," she smiled glancing at him.
Peter raised a curious eye as they rounded the corner, now on Peter's street. They were still several blocks away but he didn't mind the fresh air and more importantly the company. "Depends, what are the stakes?"
Olivia laughed, "you haven't even heard what the contest is and already you're ready to bet?" She shook her head glancing at him curiously.
"You can't blame me. If it involves you getting even remotely naked I'm game." Peter teased her, knowing that the level of alcohol in her body wasn't enough to her drunk but it was enough to lower her inhibitions.
She smirked, "you don't get to see me naked, Peter. Not before I get to see you naked." She waged her finger at him. "Actually that should be our contest," she laughed, forgetting what the original intended game was. This one definitely seemed more fun.
"Okay, how do we play?" Peter mused.
"You have to find a way to get me out my clothes without taking them off me." Olivia smirked, "the winner that can keep their clothes on the longest -"
"Gets to see the other naked first?" Peter laughed, it was quite obvious that would be a winning prize.
Olivia held up a finger, "you're interrupting me. The winner gets one wish granted from the loser."
"Wish?" Peter laughed, "I don't know about you but I'm no genie."
"Well then favor or whatever you want." Olivia shrugged, "that is – unless you're too scared to play."
Peter shrugged, walking up to the house and pulling out his key from his pocket. "Seems like an easy win." Already he was plotting how he could get Olivia Dunham naked in his home tonight. It didn't seem like such a bad idea. In fact it could turn out to be one of the most enjoyable nights if he played his cards right and he was a betting man.
"So you would think," Olivia cocked her head to the side with a smirk. "After you," she gestured letting him enter his home first and Olivia followed inside.
Immediately Peter removed his coat and shoes glancing at the door as Olivia locked it and stood there waiting. "What?"
"Just seeing as how I'm already ahead." She nodded towards the items he'd just removed.
Peter rolled his eyes, "those don't count. What really counts are the items no one sees. My boxers, your bra and underwear." He smiled. "Those are the gold." He was definitely imagining her underwear, curious if she wore a black lace bra or something a little more traditional.
Olivia laughed, "so if I tossed you my bra right now but left my shirt on what – you think you'd win?"
Peter shrugged, "I'd be one step closer, that's for sure." He smiled, "but please by all means, make yourself at home."
"That's not going to happen." She smiled walking into his kitchen. "Do you have anything to drink?"
Peter followed her and opened up a cabinet that he had recently filled that evening with food and a bottle of whiskey. "As long as you're not going anywhere," he knew she talked about staying over but he really didn't want her thinking she could drive.
"It's not for me," she laughed taking the bottle and grabbing a glass filling it for him. "I want you to have it," Olivia offered. "I'm trying to get you drunk," she half-teased though the words dripped out like honey to his ears. She laughed softly, the alcohol she had earlier was now definitely warming her up.
Peter smiled putting the drink down along with the bottle. "I don't think you or I need any more to drink." Though he knew he could handle a few more shots and he was fairly confident she could as well – he also didn't want there to be any regrets come tomorrow. Right now they were having fun and he didn't want to see that disappear.
"Fine," Olivia breathed pouting as she felt his body pinning her into the cabinets. "Peter," she purred letting her eyes momentarily close while she felt her heart pounding in her chest.
He was certain he felt his own heart skip a beat at the sound of his name on her lips. "Maybe we should get you upstairs and into bed."
Olivia smiled, "don't think you're going to win this game, Peter."
Peter shook his head, "if it really means that much to you," his hands moved to the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head and off. He let it hit the floor with a soft thud. "You want to win?"
Olivia wasn't sure what she was supposed to say to that. Was he serious? She didn't want him to just give in and let her win. That wasn't right or fun but then again seeing him naked wasn't exactly a bad prize. "I do," she confessed, her eyes growing darker with lust and desire as she leaned closer. She could feel the heat radiating off him and onto her.
"So do I," Peter admitted with a smile, "come on, upstairs." He moved his hands to her hips gently, only to move her aside so he could turn off the kitchen lights. He glanced back at Olivia as he headed towards the stairs. "Coming?"
Olivia didn't think she was capable of answering. She merely nodded and followed him up the stairs. She was certain her pulse was racing. She felt sweat beading her forehead and was fairly confident her cheeks were flushed. Just seeing him without a shirt was stirring something deep within her.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Peter led her towards the guest room, opening the door. "There's a fresh change of sheets," he offered, "and the bathroom is just down the hall. If you need anything you can come get me."
Olivia merely stared, her focus entirely on him. Her heart was pounding and she couldn't resist the urge she was feeling to lean in and brush her lips over his. She reached up one hand finding the back of his neck as her lips ever so gently grazed his. The kiss was tentative, uncertain. She was unsure at first of what she was doing – not physically so much as the fact a lot had transpired over the past few days. She didn't know what would come of this, if anything.
Peter smiled, pulling back slightly the grin on his face only growing wider. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he made it entirely clear that this was up to her. He loved her – he knew that she was the woman he'd loved a lifetime but he wasn't going to force it. He trusted that he'd find his way back into her heart, however long it took.
"I want to be here," she whispered, a smile playing on her lips. "Am I asking too much if I stay with you tonight? In your room? Not that anything has to happen," Olivia clarified, "I just slept really well last night beside you." She almost regretted her words, realizing how hopelessly pathetic she sounded until Peter reached out and ran his fingers over her forearm.
"Of course. No questions asked," he smiled, "anytime you want company, all you have to do is ask." He took her hand and led her towards his bedroom. "I can give you something to change into from my dresser," he offered knowing she hadn't brought any fresh clothes with her. Though at least tomorrow was Saturday and hopefully she wouldn't be called into work in the morning.
Olivia smiled, "and if I do that, you win the bet." She shook her head.
Peter shrugged, "well I suppose you could sleep naked."
Her eyes narrowed, "or I could sleep in what I'm already wearing." Though it hardly seemed comfortable for sleeping in, she didn't want to give in just yet either. She wanted to win damnit! "I suppose I could borrow a shirt." So long as she kept it on and her undergarments he wouldn't win. She wondered how much longer this game would go on. It was funny to begin with but now it was feeling more and more absurd. What had she been thinking while she was drinking? Clearly she wasn't thinking.
"Nice answer," Peter smiled opening his dresser drawer and pulling out a t-shirt. He examined the letters closely, wondering how it got there.
"You went to M.I.T.?" Olivia asked with a frown seeing the shirt he was handing her. "Wait this can't be yours, it has to be Walters." She surmised.
"Actually it is mine," he paused thinking it over, "but that shirt should never have been in this house, just like the toy airplane downstairs." The two timelines were definitely bleeding together. He just wasn't sure what that meant of his existence or theirs. He tried not to think about it tonight.
"Thanks for the shirt," Olivia smiled weakly, "I'm just going to take this into the bathroom." She gestured not quite comfortable stripping down in front of him.
"Sure," Peter nodded watching her disappear into the bathroom before shutting the door. He let out a soft sigh, getting his own pajamas on before climbing beneath the covers waiting for her to join him.
A few minutes later Olivia emerged from the bathroom, flipping off the light and slipping into bed beside Peter. She rolled onto her side, facing him. Even in the darkness of the bedroom she could see him. He was staring at her and she couldn't look away. Tentatively she leaned in, shifting closer as her lips met his in a soft kiss. Her eyes closed as she reluctantly pulled away. "Do you still think I'm not her?"
Peter smiled weakly unsure how to answer such a question. He leaned in, shuffling his body closer as he wrapped an arm around her waist and rested his forehead against hers. "I think you're amazing, just the way you are." He emphasized. "I really like you," he breathed with a smile.
"That's good because I really like you too," Olivia confessed feeling her cheeks redden as the smile grew on her face. She leaned in kissing him again. "I'm sorry I can't remember you from this other life we shared," her hands moved over and down his back, "I wish I could. I know it would be easier for you."
Peter smiled, "right now I don't care if you never remember," he confessed. The fact she liked him, was sharing a bed with him and they were kissing was enough of a start in the right direction.
"You care a little," Olivia countered, raising a curious eye.
Peter nodded, "okay a little but this is nice, exploring new territory together." He kissed her again and Olivia rolled onto her back, pulling Peter above her.
"Do you want me to tell you about that dream I had or would you rather I show you?" She smiled letting one foot make its way up his leg. The grin on Peter's face was the best answer she could hope for considering he seemed too excited to speak. "Don't say anything," Olivia laughed softly realizing the affect she had on him, she liked it. Her lips moved from his mouth to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses as her she moved down and across his chest.
Peter opened his mouth but was finding the words difficult. "Was this really your dream?" He rasped struggling to keep his eyes open. He felt her fingers teasing his stomach and he knew what was coming.
Olivia laughed, "does it matter?" She knew to him it did, just a little. She moved her lips back to his ear. "I promise that the next round, you can do exactly as I say when I tell you the dream." She saw the smile on his face as she rolled them around and straddled his hips. She teased him, grinding her hips into his listening to his moans and whimpers knowing exactly how he was feeling as she was feeling that way too.
"Olivia," he breathed letting his hands fall to her hips, slowly inching the t-shirt she was wearing of his as his fingers moved beneath and landed on the hem of her underwear. He rolled them around, pinning her beneath him unable to take her torture for much longer. He tried not to compare notes, compare Olivias' as he kissed her from beneath him. "Are you sure?" He asked her once more before she gave a silent nod. His fingers hooked into her the edges of her underwear, pushing them down her hips.
"I want you," Olivia answered smiling up at him, her fingers working his boxers free before shifting slightly, pulling off his M.I.T. shirt she'd been wearing. She settled back down onto the mattress, wrapping a leg around him as she pulled him down to her. "Peter," she whispered staring up at him, her eyes shining like the stars staring down at him.
He leaned in, unable to stop himself from kissing her. He loved her and already he was falling madly in love with her, all over again. "You're so beautiful," he confessed as he slowly slid inside her warmth. He watched her face, her expression as her fingers gripped his arm and then moved across his back.
She pulled him deeper, shifting beneath him to allow him more access as her head dipped back and her back arched. Peter took it as a sign to continue, his lips dancing across her neck as he buried himself repeatedly within her. He felt her insides quivering and her body trembling as she gasped for air. He could tell she was almost there and he wanted to give her that sensation – bring her to oblivion together.
She moaned as her head tilted back again, her hands growing restless as they reached for the headboard. She needed more, craved him inside of her and even though he was burying every inch she wanted him deeper. Her lips parted, the sounds coming from her even Peter had never heard in all the years they'd made love together. "Peter, oh –" she was certain her heart skipped a beat as her pulse pounded rapidly and she felt his hands tightening around her fingers.
"Come with me," he rasped into her ear, covering her lips with another kiss as he felt her tongue dueling with his. She was hungry and needy in this moment and he was there to satisfy every craving she had. A slight gasp escaped her lips as he felt her orgasm ride through her body. He kept pushing inside of her, feeling the pulsating and it was exactly what took him over the edge.
Together they lay tangled in a heap, gasping for air, sweaty and neither caring. Olivia eventually reached for the sheet as she felt them cooling down, covering them. "I'm so glad, I didn't show you that in the bar." Olivia smiled.
"Hmm?" Peter asked hearing her but not quite comprehending what she was talking about.
"I told you a little bit ago I could tell you or show you. If I'd have said that in the bar, we'd have both been arrested." Olivia teased.
Peter rolled onto his back, one arm reaching out for Olivia as she moved onto her side. Her fingers danced across his chest. "I guess it's a good thing we waited until we got back to my place." He surmised, a smile growing on his face. "You always find ways to surprise me," Peter laughed softly. "Though you do realize, I win the bet."
"No way!" Olivia shook her head in disbelief. "You took my clothes off me and if I recall the bet was -"
He quickly interrupted her. "No, the last piece of clothing you removed was the t-shirt and you had removed my boxers so I win." The smile was proudly etched across his face. "I'll think about it tonight, what you have to do for me tomorrow since I won."
"In your dreams," Olivia laughed, "I won. Fair and square."
"How do you figure?" Peter cocked an eye at her.
"It was my game." Olivia shrugged. "So I win. Simple as that."
Peter gave her a look, "you are just like a little kid when it comes to winning."
Olivia smiled, "oh come on, I don't think you exactly lost tonight."
"No, you're right. I think we both won." Peter admitted. "I'm not complaining, by far." He made it clear, "I just think you're the one that will have to do the favor for me but I promise it won't be so terrible."
Olivia gave him a look, "I'll think about it. Maybe," she yawned. She leaned back onto the pillow, closing her eyes.
"Get some sleep," Peter offered seeing her struggling to stay awake.
"Goodnight," she yawned curling into him.
"Goodnight." He smiled, feeling right at home. He was certain now more than ever, that she was his Olivia.
