Olivia was too busy trying not to imagine two of her best friends, and what they were currently doing in her room, to think about knocking before sneaking into Tyler's. The surprise she got at this particular dorm room was much more appreciated. She had caught him, boxer-clad rifling through his bureau.

He turned around most likely thinking it was Reid. She got an eyeful of almost naked Tyler. He was wirier than his best friend but no less appealing. His hair was characteristically unruly and all in all he looked like he had just gotten out of bed. She really wanted to drag him back. She dropped her bag beside Reid's desk. Reaching up Olivia pulled the band from around her hair.

"Reid and Jackie are busy." She said in reply to the question on his face. It took a minute but then realization dawned.

"Oh…" Then he realized exactly what he wasn't wearing. "Sorry, I just got back from the shower." He turned to rifle through his drawer again.

"It's okay. I don't mind the view." She said it so casually that he didn't immediately pick up on it. She knew when he did because she heard the loud crack of his hand on the top of the drawer and the muttered cursing that accompanied it. "Are you okay?" A smile was threatening to burst onto her face.

"Oh, you think it's funny do you?" He spun and advanced on her. She wasn't laughing anymore, in fact he looked completely serious, and completely focused, and completely sexy. He lunged at her suddenly knocking her back onto the bed. His every intention was to tickle her into apologizing but the pesky problem of eyesight got in the way. She was stretched out beneath him, her wrists pinned above her head, one of his hands on the dip of her waist, and he was a complete goner.

"Tyler…?" Her voice was breathy and small under the intensity of his gaze. When the brunette focused he did so with a blind eye to everything else. Olivia found herself in captured by that intensity and it was as if she were caught in the eye of a tornado. She had never in her life been the subject of such focus.

With calculated slowness he leaned his head down and brushed his lips against hers. It was feather light to the point that she almost didn't feel it. He did it again, and again. Her lips were tingling with the need for more pressure. Then he gave it to her. Hard pressure and soft lips created a delicious contradiction.

Even with the added element of pressure Tyler still kept everything on slow burn. Only whole minutes later, and after he had her lips singing, did his tongue beg permission to enter. She was only all too eager to grant access. He took the invitation like a pirate takes a ship: He plundered. All the while he hadn't released her hands or moved the one of his that rested on her waist. The only change was the thumb that he had slipped under her shirt and begun to draw patterns on her skin with. Heat was spreading through her. The fire from the contact point of their mouths and the fire from the contact point of his thumb were spreading outward and engulfing her.

She tried to get closer. She didn't have much success but she did manage to get herself farther underneath him. Tyler's calm controlling demeanor slipped slightly. His hand traveled higher and his mouth pressed harder. Then he seemed to catch himself. His mouth softened and his hand retreated, but now she had seen how much he wanted her. Olivia in his momentary slip had gotten the impression that the last few months hadn't been shyness as much as it had been careful control. She wanted him to break that control. Keeping a train of thought long enough to make him break it was becoming a challenge.

His lips had left hers and were calculatingly attacking that spot behind her ear. His thumb had taken to making those maddening circles right on the inside of her hip bone. She had never known that the skin there was that sensitive. She was tugging her hands in an effort to free them but it wasn't really having an effect on her situation. Instead of her making Tyler lose control it was the other way around. Then he stopped.

Tyler got up from the bed and walked across the room. Then he turned back to her. Her glazed eyes, swollen lips, and now tousled hair were threatening his resolve to stay across the room.

"Olivia…" He didn't manage the rest of the sentence.

"If you say you're sorry I'll kill you." He was shocked for a minute, then a little defensive. It was hard for her to take him seriously though as he was still only wearing boxers.

"That's not what I was going to say. I was going to say that I intend to continue this and that any objections should be voiced now." He arched an eyebrow and looked at her.

She was sheepish for a moment then what he meant sunk in. "No. No objections at all." One side of her mouth tugged upward in amusement. It was just like him to ask permission, or at least to back up and let her clear her head before asking permission. Getting up herself she went over to him and pulled his head down.

It didn't take him long to get her as undressed as he was. The only hinder was the fact that they maintained lip contact almost the entire time. Now he had her completely locked against him he head bent back as he dominated the kiss. Her quiet shy Tyler was playing her body like his guitar; all traces of that shyness were completely gone. His hands were running paths of fire across her skin. She could feel him through the lace of her bra but it wasn't enough.

He seemed to sense that and consequently her bra disappeared with a flick of his fingers. This, this was the one thing that he wouldn't use his magic for. He ran his hands down the length of her torso and back up just brushing the sides of her breasts. The simple touch was more arousing than any other would have been. Lightly he ran the backs of his hands across the front of them the rasping causing her to gasp and push herself farther towards him. Then he gently cupped them in his palm and rubbed her with his thumbs. He was rewarded when a soft moan came out of her.

Walking backwards he guided her with him, quickly shedding both his boxers and her panties along the way, until he fell back onto his bed taking her with him. The soft curves falling on top of him was in no way a hardship. Now that she had the advantage she was going to use it. Closing her mouth onto his she pressed down against him causing a strangled groan and a solid presence against her abdomen. It was exactly what she wanted.

He had thought about and planned this first encounter with Olivia. Nothing was going to plan. He had wanted to give to her that first time to drive out any other men. All of that was ruined when she suddenly rose up and slid down onto him. His eyes almost rolled back in his head. She reveled at the shock and ecstasy that flooded his features. He had had his turn now it was hers. She had figured that Tyler had wanted to be in charge this first time but there was always time later.

She bit her bottom lip at the sensations she was feeling as she rocked back and forth against him. Then his hands caught her hips and lifted her before bringing her down against him again hitting herself on his pelvic bone and whimpering. Even being on bottom he was still the one in control. He watched her as she moved loving every emotion on her face and every sound she made. Then on one stroke he positioned his fingers beneath her. His hand caught around one hip keeping her down while the other devastated her. Suddenly she stilled then bent to scream into his neck.

While she was distracted he rolled them over. Long, slow, smooth strokes brought her back to him quickly. It wasn't long before both of them were breathing heavily. Tyler could feel the pressure in him and knew that he was close. Reaching down it took him seconds to have her coming again this time he kissed her to swallow the scream, letting himself go with her.

Later they lay entangled and on the edge of sleep. Then Tyler's eyes popped open. "Shit."

"What's the matter?" Olivia had been brought back to the present.

"We.. um… we didn't use any protection." Olivia closed her eyes again snuggling deeper into the bed and closer to him.

"Don't worry about it. I've been on birth control for two months." She could feel him relax then tense again. She already knew his next query.

"Two months?"

"I've wanted this to happen for a while, go to sleep." He stared at her for a while. He wasn't quite sure how he hadn't known, or how he deserved her. Content to answer the questions tomorrow he let sleep take him.