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Chapter Ten
Peter actually slept the last two hours to the hotel that evening.
Olivia Thanked God for small favors as she was having trouble even looking at him asleep without blushing, and worrying her bottom lip.
The episode in the Dinner mere hours ago still had Olivia's head reeling and made her fidgety and on edge.
Despite her best attempts to regain control of the situation with Peter Olivia could clearly see that control slipping further and further from her grasp as they careened farther out of control by the minute. Every second spent in close proximity to Peter was wreaking havoc on every nerve ending and any chance of self-preservation Olivia had left.
She knew full well what was going to happen when they returned to New York. Allowing herself to get close to Peter now…allowing herself to actually experience the feelings and emotions that she had always held for Peter Bishop and that she knew he had for her, doing that Olivia knew with complete certainty would destroy them both.
Olivia Grimaced she was already destroying herself.
She could feel it with each passing mile, each second ticking by on her wrist watch. Closer and closer the time loomed when she would have to complete this mission, save the world, seal her fate.
Walter had insisted, been so adamant that this was the only way; and that she was the only one who could do it. His conviction as he told her what must happen still shook her to the core.
Damn him, as much as Olivia loved that man and had regarded him as a sort of estranged father figure herself, she also hated him for abandoning her and hurting her just as every other father figure had ever done in her life.
As often as she missed Walter and his quirky banter, and half-cocked theories she cursed him twice as frequently for absconding her to finish this task alone.
Peter may have been the first one to leave her, but Walter had not been long for this world after him. Olivia unable to process the loss of two people that were so dear to her she couldn't even admit to herself the importance they held in her life until it was too late had sealed herself off from the world. She had processed the loss in the same way she always had; which is to say not at all; instead Olivia had safe-guarded herself against further loss she'd broken ties with everyone that she had known before, she became hardened and cold, removed and encapsulated; nothing touched her, no one swayed her.
She became the job; there was nothing else, there was no one else. It consumed her; the responsibility the overwhelming pressure…
Save the world.
No one else could do it. She was alone, just as she had been as a child. Olivia was no longer a child though; and she was far more determined and resolute than she had ever been during her time with Fringe and with Peter.
And thanks to the godforsaken weather they were having, it seemed that each minute and hour crawled by with such infinite slowness it was as if they were actually moving backwards in time. Olivia could see the minutes, days and maybe even weeks spread out before her filled with possibilities with Peter…False ones.
It was all a lie after all, there was no time left and Olivia would not allow herself to become enraptured in a future that was lost and would never come to be.
At least the snow which had been pummeling down on them all morning and afternoon did in fact hold off for a few hours; not enough for Olivia to really make up any decent time today, but enough that she was able to reach the next Massive Dynamic owned Motel just off the highway one less complication as driving after dark when the temperatures would make iced over roads a definite hazard was not something Olivia relished doing. Bad enough this drive making good time would take 5 days normally, at the rate they were crawling along it could take 7 to 8…if they didn't get stuck somewhere.
Olivia's attention was captured momentarily by the GPS screen which was flashing a transmission from Massive Dynamic. The little screen filled with words from one of the Techs in New York about the storm pattern in the next state, it seemed while Olivia and Peter might be experiencing a bit of a lull in the snow here, one state over they were getting truly pummeled.
That should make tomorrow's drive interesting Olivia all but groaned.
Pulling into the parking lot of the Motel Olivia parked in front of the tiny sign announcing the office to check in, and turned the SUV off. Peter was still sound asleep it seemed and seeing as he was partially handcuffed once more Olivia didn't really see any point to waking him up, so she climbed out onto the snow sloshed pavement and trudged into the office to let them know she was here. No doubt Massive Dynamic had already called them to alert the staff of her presence in the area.
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Peter woke when he felt the vehicle come to a stop, hearing the engine cut and Olivia exit the vehicle without saying anything to him Peter decided they must be at their stopping point for the night, surely if they were only making a pit stop Olivia would have woken him.
Peter stretched his legs out and flexed his arms as much as the bracelet would allow him to. He'd be glad to get this damn thing off, his wrist still throbbed and his ankles had started to ache about halfway through the day, Peter had not inspected them for the same ring of bruises that marred his wrists but he had little doubt that they were marked as well.
Peter watched as Olivia exited the office door to the Motel and picked her way carefully across the partially cleared sidewalk to the parking lot and climbed back into the vehicle.
"No Vacancy?"
"For everyone else yes," Olivia operated the SUV in reverse pulling it from the parking space and around the side of the building to a sort of courtyard between the buildings. She parked again, turned the vehicle off and reached over to un-cuff his arm from the bar in the door.
Peter pulled his left wrist from her grasp when she reached for it. "How about you don't do that and I carry the bags inside for you." His wrists were beat to hell and the last thing he wanted was to put those damn cuffs back on.
Olivia pursed her lips obviously unhappy with this scenario.
"Where am I gonna go Olivia? If I try to run away you can shoot me in the leg, or taz me or throw a lightning bolt out of your eyeballs or whatever else it is that you can do now."
"Turn you into a toad?"
"Only if you're going to turn me back with a kiss." Peter batted his eyelashes at her unable to resist baiting her a little bit.
"You're hardly prince charming."
"Babe I could blow prince charming out of the water, the things I could do to you they can't write about in fairy tales."
Olivia snorted and climbed out of the vehicle but not before Peter saw her blush again.
Peter grinned stepping out his own door and swinging it shut behind him he walked around the backside of the SUV and met her at the backdoor to grab the two heavier bags.
Shouldering them both he swung the door shut and gestured towards the Motel.
"Lead the way princess."
Olivia quirked one eyebrow at him before turning away towards the building obviously trusting him to follow.
"What does that make you?"
"You're devout servant, your wish is my command m'lady simply lead the way and if I should fail thee punishment is certainly in order." Peter waggled his eyebrows at her when they stopped at the door to their room.
"The devout servant is gonna get handcuffed to the bed in a second while I order dinner." Olivia opened the door and stepped inside flipping on the light.
"Kinky."
Peter followed her inside kicking the door shut with his foot and dropping Olivia's laptop and luggage bag onto the first bed. He turned to watch Olivia across the room her back to him setting the smaller bag she carried with her on the dresser and opening it up to find something in one of the pockets Peter grinned and crossed the floor space to the dresser as quietly as possible waiting until he was just behind her to catch her eyes in the mirror watching them widen as he spoke.
"Unfortunately for the princess, I like to eat my dessert first."
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Olivia turned when she caught sight of Peter approaching her in the dresser mirror. Too late to properly react Olivia could have kicked herself for leaving him un-cuffed. Turning to face him did little to improve things as Olivia only found herself trapped against Peter's body with the hard edge of the dresser digging into her backside.
Peter leaned in to her personal space his mouth against the side of her neck, both hands braced on the edge of the dresser on either side of her; effectively pinning her in the tiny space.
Olivia felt her heart beat pound in her ears.
"You've been a really naught girl today Olivia," Peter's tongue darted out to follow the shell of her ear. His breath against the side of her neck sent goosebumps down her arms and electric shocks shooting down her spine straight to her core.
"Looking so damn sexy, making me want you so bad." He'd barely touched her, and Olivia found that she was already embarrassingly wet just from his close proximity.
She should shove him off of her, really she should. Olivia warred internally with the idea feeling Peter's breath drop lower to the collar of her shirt as his mouth pressed softly against the top of her collar bone making her legs feel shaky. Olivia leaned back into the dresser feeling her own fingers curl around one of Peter's biceps the others braced against his chest, her own body in disagreement with itself; simultaneously trying to hold Peter close while pushing him away.
Part of Olivia's arousal fogged brain was setting off warning bells even as the other part of her brain, the part that was entirely enamored with everything that was Peter Bishop was purring like a cat and wondering how it would feel to have that deliciously wicked mouth against her skin doing other naughty things to her.
"I believe it was you that was supposed to behave Bishop, and I distinctly remember some rather untoward behavior from you today. I don't think you deserve any dessert." She might be admonishing him, but dammit all if her voice didn't come out all breathy, and she didn't gasp when he grasped her hip and pulled her pelvis flush against his own.
"How am I supposed to behave when you look fucking good enough to eat?"
Peter's mouth it seemed had given up waiting for permission and was steadily devouring every inch of her neck. Olivia's brain struggled to remember why this was a problem even as she felt her body molding into his, her head tilted back to offer him access to her skin.
Peter's body shifted against hers parting her legs with one of his he leaned into her space further pressing her back against the dresser one hand leaving the edge where he'd had her pinned to fist in her hair tilting her head to give him further access to every inch of delicate skin he found.
"Bishop," Olivia moaned, swallowed, tried to blink back the fog that enshrouded her brain.
She should tell him to stop, this was not what she had in mind. Peter's mouth continued to devour the side of her neck his teeth leaving soft marks against her collar.
"Jesus," Olivia breath came in short panting gasps, the space between her thighs tingled with an aching hunger that only one thing could satisfy.
"That's not my name Sweetheart," Peter's mouth brushed against hers just barely touching, tasting. Olivia's head braced against his hand, his fingers still twisted in her hair at the base of her neck half supporting her, while holding her prisoner to his hungry mouth.
His eyes were dilated to a deep swirling mass of blue Olivia groaned when Peter moved to ravish the sensitive skin below her ear, shivering when his teeth slid across her neck, nibbled at the lobe of her ear. Peter's leg propped between her own was doing more to brace her weight then her own legs, the friction he was causing pressed against her doing nothing to lessen the pleasure coursing through her limbs, the heat pooled in her core.
"Stop it."
Peter frowned at her, though he didn't look put off in the slightest.
"Stop what Olivia?" His mouth descended on hers and she was lost.
All thought fled, any hope of escape died. There was no hotel, no room, no mission to complete or world to save, just Peter and that exquisite mouth against her own, his tongue tracing her bottom lip. Olivia opened her mouth to him with a moan and lost herself even further. Curling her arm around his shoulders and pulling at the t-shirt against his chest Olivia couldn't get close enough when only moments before she'd wanted only to get away.
"What do you want Olivia?" His mouth was against her ear again, and somehow his fingers had found their way under her shirt, caressing over the skin of her back and up and under her bra, palming her sensitive breasts testing their weight with his warm hands, his fingers found her nipples brushing against them teasingly at first as his teeth slide across the base of her neck, leaving a stinging nip that made her gasp and her more heat flash through her nerve endings, and pool near her spine.
"Don't…" She couldn't get the words out, she could barely breath her head was spinning, her senses narrowing down to encompass only Peter's mouth against her ear whispering what he was going to do to her, and Peter's hands on her body, his thumb teasing one taut nipple as his other hand cupped her bottom pulling her against the impressive bulge in his jeans.
"Don't what Babe? Don't touch you?" Peter's fingers skirted down her side.
"Don't taste you?" His mouth encircled her earlobe making her gasp and her legs wobble.
"Bishop…"
Peter's hands were at both of her hips grinding her body against his Olivia gasped and bit her lip with pleasure trying not to moan his name, there was a flash of something in his eyes for only a moment.
"That's not my name Sweetheart, If I'm touching you like this, you could call me by my fucking name." He pulled her hips against his aggressively once more pressing into her with his thigh no doubt able to feel the wet heat pooled against him. Peter's eyes slipped closed for a moment his fingers twitching, pressing against her hip bones in an almost painful embrace that was utterly intoxicating and wildly possessing.
"You really want me to stop?" He swallowed hard his breathing just as hard and fast as hers. Olivia struggled to slow her breathing, she should say yes but words seemed to fail her. She nodded weakly terrified of what would happen if she let this continue.
"You want me to stop then say it." His eyes are fathomless pools of black giving nothing away, his breath against her face as he brushes her lips with his again, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth and then soothing the sting with his mouth once more.
He pulls back when she can't remember how to breathe anymore.
"Say it, and mean it."
"Stop," it comes out weak and breathy and he gives her a look with a twist of his lips that's disappointment and amused all at once.
"Not that. My Name."
Olivia's heart flutters against her ribs and her lip trembles. "No."
"Come on Babe, it's just my name." His words against her ear are silky smooth enveloped in heat, like being wrapped in crushed velvet, his hands are under her shirt again fingers tracing patterns across her skin as he explores, his mouth against the side of her neck.
Olivia moans eyes slipping shut, "Please…."
Peter's teeth graze across her skin tearing a startled gasp from her throat.
"Don't you dare say please to me." He hisses against her skin.
"Not unless you're going to beg me to pin you against the bed and rip all your clothes off. Don't you dare say please unless you want to feel me inside of you, I'm on the edge here Sweetheart, If you want me to stop, then say it."
He raises his head to look at her all flushed and trembling, her hair mused from his fingers, her lips swollen her eyes dark. Her eyelashes look impossibly long and feminine from this close and he leans in to kiss her again unable to help himself. She moans into his kiss, her fingers fisted in his shirt she rocks against his erection and he hisses out a breath feeling his body throb every nerve in his body coiled for release.
"Say it Olivia."
She shakes her head again and his mouth twists like he's tasted something sour.
Peter's hands grab the shoulders of her coat and pull them roughly away from her, She's too befuddled to offer up much of a fight, or much assistance either. Numbly watching as Peter yanks the coat down one arm and then the other throwing it to the floor his hands find the hem of her shirt and that is lifted up and off ; flung away to join her coat on the floor without a moment's hesitation.
Olivia feels his mouth against her skin again, and his fingers pull the bra straps from her shoulders and then her breasts are free and his hands are on her and she gasps and arches back unconsciously thrusting herself into his palms.
His mouth trails from the nape of her neck where he has tasted every inch of her skin to her right breast, he holds her against him thrusting his pelvis forward and into hers in a grinding rhythm as his tongue lavishes attention on first one breast and then the other, pulling her rosy pebbled flesh into his mouth sucking, nipping and then gently caressing each side with his hand and mouth. He has her gasping, and moaning, between the friction against her sex and his tongue darting out to tease her nipple again she's so close to release that it's frightening.
"Are you going to say it?"
His tongue dips to the shell of her ear again and he's shrugging out of his own coat, letting it hit the floor behind them. His hands come back up to massage her breasts again rolling her nipples between his fingers watching her expression as her breath catches in her throat and her eyes flutter, her body trembles.
"I want to hear you say it, Olivia"
She doesn't even nod her head no this time, it's more of a single desperate shake of defiance.
Peter shrugs his shoulders and then she's off the dresser and being half carried-half thrown onto the bed behind them. She's barely hit the mattress and Peter is pressed against her once more, his weight pinning her beneath him, holding her captive to his explorations.
His hands are wandering down her sides again her breath hitches when he reaches the button on her pants.
"Say it. It's not that difficult Sweetheart, you've said it a thousand times before," Olivia gasps and her tummy flutters when she feels his fingers pop the button on her pants loose. Her skin is alive with a million electric currents racing along every inch of skin tickles and jumps with them.
Peter holds her gaze as he slides the zipper down on her pants, his eyes challenging her to give in, to let him have this one thing, but she is just as stubborn as he is, and doesn't budge.
Peter dips his head again to her breasts before travelling lower, one hand bracing his weight while the other traveled up and down her ribs. Abandoning her suddenly without warning Peter stood grabbing the waistband of her pants and yanking her to the end of the bed and half off, he meets her gaze again as he slides her slacks over her hips and down her calves waiting for her to protest, to say something anything but she just lays there trembling against the mattress while he exposes every inch of her body to his perusal.
Peter pulls his own shirt from his body and grabbing the back of her knees pulls her the last few inches to the end of the bed. His hands braced against the mattress on either side of her hips, staring down at her laid out before him. If he were naked right now he might not be able to stop himself from taking her this very moment, making her scream the name she's so fucking reluctant to say.
Olivia's eyes are wide and dark. Her cheeks flushed, hair askew, her breasts heave with each gasping breath. It's the most fucking gorgeous thing he has ever seen in his life and he takes a moment to drink it all in committing every minute detail to memory just as she is, right now naked and waiting for him to touch her.
Peter kneels between her legs, catching her calf when one leg comes up in nervous reflex, to warn him off.
"You want me to stop?" She is quiet still; she knows what he wants to hear it doesn't need repeating.
Peter leans forward to press a kiss just above her hipbone feeling her body jump at his touch. He smoothes his hands up her calves to her thighs feeling her soft skin yield against his fingertips. Hearing her breath catch when he dips his head to kiss her in the same place again. His hands caress her skin moving to frame her hips, holding her still when she squirms and twists as he kisses her lower and lower still pausing to breath in the warm scent of her, one finger tracing with the barest hint of a touch against her folds. Watching her tremble and shudder, her eyes squeezing shut and her breath catching in her throat, her teeth biting into her bottom lip.
Her eyes fly open and she swears aloud when his mouth touches her, her hips buck in protest and pleasure against his hold but she can't get away from his mouth; she doesn't want to really, but still she bucks and twists and curses him. Her womb clenches and heat floods her limbs and core and just when she's on the edge, just about to tumble over he stops and rocks back on his heels leaving her gasping and blinking up at the stark white Motel ceiling, fingers twisted in the comforter sweat beaded against her chest. Breathe leaving her in great heaves.
He stands again and grabs her under her arms hoisting her away from the edge and back up the bed. He climbs up to join her and Olivia notes with some disconnected portion of her brain that he is naked and her body thinks it's about fucking time.
She blinks in confusion when she feels Peter's hands encircle her wrists pulling her fingers from the abused bed sheets and up towards the headboard. It's not until she feels the cold steel against her wrist that Olivia realizes what he's done.
Peter's handcuffs are now locked around her wrists.
Olivia panics jerks against them and Peter's hand wraps around her wrist once more, holding her gently in place his body pressed against hers.
"Stop that or you'll hurt yourself." The last thing he wants is for her wrists to bare marks like his.
Olivia has never enjoyed being restrained, she thinks about it for a moment focusing what's left of her concentration on the bracelet Peter's holding and shoots him a smug look when the bracelet pops open freeing her hand.
Peter shakes his head placing her hand above her head again next to the open bracelet.
"If you're not going to stop me, you're going to play by my rules."
"I could drop kick you across the room right now."
"Babe, if you were going to do that, you'd have done it already."
He lowers his mouth to her once more, tasting every inch of her skin his fingers dipping to her folds hearing her gasp and feeling her hips tremble as he presses against her there. Peter lets his fingertips trace across her opening spreading the wetness he finds there, proof of how ready she is for him. He watches her face, watches her eyes slip shut and her lips part as she struggles to breathe feeling him touch her, his fingers teasing over her body but not giving in to the temptation to enter her, to give her release.
Peter scoots back down the bed to her waiting heat wanting to taste her once more, feel her on his tongue the heady flavor of sex and Olivia dancing on his nerve endings and driving him closer to his own edge.
Peter's tongue flicks against her folds again and he revels in the noise she makes, in the way her hips twist and buck towards him her body silently begging for more of his touch even as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
She's so close, and Peter can feel it, can practically see the tremor starting in her body enveloping every nerve ending in white hot light, her head tips back exposing the pale column of her throat her hair fanned out around her on the bed.
Peter stops once more.
"God Dammit Bishop!"
Peter grins crawling up the bed to place his hands on either side of her head. Staring down at her an enlightened expression on his face.
"I think perhaps I'm asking the wrong question."
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Okay, I wasn't going to stop here, but I promised an update by Wednesday and It happens to be Wednesday by my calendar! : )
Chapter Eleven will be up shortly! As always I hope you enjoyed it and please feel free to comment on anything, grammar, content etc in either review or email! Thank you so much for reading, and a big thank you to me beta's for everything they do to keep me on track! You guys rock!