Peter was pretty sure his jaw was on the floor and there was going to be no picking it up. Just two feet in front of him stood Olivia in the least amount of clothing he'd ever seen her in. The slip of light blue fabric that covered just her ass and left her long and sleek legs open to his hungry gaze and the shirt hugged the outline of her breasts, leaving very little to the imagination.

"God, Liv…" Peter sat in awe. "You're trying to kill me aren't you?"

Olivia let a throaty chuckle escape her lips and Peter thought it was the sexiest thing in the world. "Shouldn't I be saying that?"

Peter looked doubtful, but the look on her face said otherwise. He was dressed in only a pair of dark blue boxers and stretched out on the bed with his upper body propped up on his elbows. Her hips swayed a little as she crossed the room and Peter's eyes were glued to her every movement. When she'd finally reached the edge of the bed Olivia crawled onto it, exposing the tops of her breasts to him as she finished the distance between them. Peter slowly lowered his upper body down as she straddled his hips and covered his body with her own. He was stunned into silence as he was surrounded in a curtain of light gold and her lips hovered above his. Just when he thought she was going to change her mind her lips brushed up against his lightly. It was a touch so sweet and soft that it momentarily stalled the raging passion that had been building up until this point.

Reaching up to her, he cradled her face in his hands and tilted their faces to allow him to slip his tongue past her lips to taste and devour her from the inside out. Olivia felt herself melting into Peter and the length of him growing hard between their bodies. The hand on her cheek trailed down while the hand beside him slid up her side so that they met at each breast and he stroked his fingers along the sides before massaging her through the thin fabric of the shirt. Olivia's hips jerked forward into his, drawing a long moan from both of their mouths. When Olivia opened her eyes to look down on him he was staring up at her in absolute admiration. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she'd never seen that look on any man's face, especially while looking at her.

Fear rushed through her like an army invading the home country. As it washed over her she began to see a gold glimmer surround Peter in an angelic halo. Panic bloomed within her chest until he was an all gold glory, almost blinding her. Olivia flew back from his embrace and actually stumbled off the end of the bed; her backside hitting the floor with a thud.

"Livia?" Peter pushed himself forward to follow her over the edge but she continued to back up until her back was pressed to the wall opposite the bed. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Olivia's eyes were squeezed shut as her chest heaved with heavy breaths. "Make it stop… make it stop…"

"Make what stop, sweetheart?" Peter slowly climbed off the bed and edged closer to her.

"The glimmering," Olivia slowly opened her eyes but winced when she saw him so close.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Livia," Peter said, glancing down at himself. "I don't see any glimmering."

Olivia forced her eyes open and to stare at him. The look of concern and worry that consumed his face as he stared at her caused her heart to flutter and speed up but when she realized she was the cause of worry, she forced down the fear and let her body relax and the glimmer around him faded to a vague shine.

"I – I'm sorry, Peter," Olivia whispered softly and she leaned forward just an inch and Peter took that as a sign that he could now approach her. He closed the gap between them and pulled her into his arms.

"Don't be sorry, you just scared me is all," Peter murmured into her hair.

"Why does everything have to be so complicated?" Olivia half whined into his chest, not wanting to move from the warmth of his embrace.

"Because then it'd be too easy," Peter chuckled lightly and Olivia couldn't help but smile. "What were you feeling when you saw the glimmer?"

Olivia knew what it was she had been feeling and she didn't want to tell him. How do you tell someone you've only known a couple weeks that you were scared that they already meant so much to you and you were afraid that they felt the same? She never was good at relationships and this was a prime example as to why.

"Livia, please tell me," Peter pleaded softly, stroking her back and because she could never keep anything from him to begin with she sighed and told him.

"I was scared," she said so softly he'd barely heard. When it finally sank in on Peter's end he flinched.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to," Peter said in a rush. "I can wait as long as it takes for you to be ready."

"Peter…" Olivia almost laughed. "I'm not a teenager."

"Then what is it?" Peter asked in confusion.

"I've always been bad at relationships and in the past that wasn't such a bad thing, but I find myself really wanting whatever it is we have to work. I don't want to screw this up," Olivia confessed.

"Sweetheart, as long as we both want this to work we'll be okay," Peter gave her a sweet smile that Olivia returned.

Olivia tipped her head up and gently pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss filled with affection and possibilities and Peter felt his heart pounding in his chest at the implications of that single kiss. He wanted her so badly; and not just her body or her mind. He wanted all of her for as long as she'd let him keep her.

"Why don't we just get some rest tonight," Peter said with a reassuring smile once they'd pulled apart.

Olivia nodded her agreement and let him pull her up from the floor and then walk her to the bed with her hand clasped gently in his. They crawled onto the bed together and once they'd stretched out on the bed, Peter brought the covers up and over them and then curled up behind Olivia so close that there was no air between them. He placed a gentle kiss along her neck before breathing in the scent of her, feeling himself already beginning to drift off.

"Sweet dreams, Livia," Peter murmured, already half asleep.

"You too, Peter," Olivia responded, letting his warmth and the safety of his arms lull her into a deep sleep.

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"I spy with my blue eye something… green," Peter started with a grin on his face. They had been in the car for almost four days now, having stopped for only one of the nights for a hotel. Otherwise, they just took turns driving, trying to get as much distance from their families as possible so they'd be that much safer.

"Aw come on! Everything out here is green!" Olivia exasperated dramatically. "We're in the middle open country and green-ness.

"Then you'd better start guessing," Peter laughed as he drove on.

"I'm not sure I like this game…" Olivia groaned, really not wanting to play. "Is there a food break on this trip?"

Peter just rolled his eyes and squinted up at the next sign. "Fort Smith is coming up in about fifteen miles. We can stop there."

"Great!" Olivia said, genuinely excited to eat something.

When they arrived they ended up choosing an Olive Garden. They both stuffed their faces with the breadsticks and soup and gorged on pasta until they could barely move. They paid and practically waddled out of the restaurant. Once outside Olivia paused at the car and just let the sun warm her skin and the soft breeze wash over her. It felt good to not be in the car and in the sun and she was beginning to dread going back into the car.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, pulling her body flush with his so they could rest their foreheads together.

"I don't want to drive anymore," Olivia sighed.

Peter silently agreed but knew they needed to keep moving. "I know sweetheart, I don't want to drive either, but we can't stop yet."

Olivia knew this and sighed, melting her body to his. She finally looked up to see his mischievous gaze and she gave him a raised eyebrow before he wrapped his arms around her and lowered his face to hers to kiss her. She immediately responded to him, molding her body to the front of his and deepening the kiss until everything around them was just white noise.

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John was convinced this lead was useless, but he had his orders from Big Eddie and he couldn't ignore them. He was still both impressed and terrified that Olivia had escaped from Big Eddie's grasp, but pissed that another of Big Eddie's men had helped her. He knew Peter Bishop, maybe not well, but he knew his type. Smooth talking and brilliant, but cocky with it. Either way, Big Eddie had received a tip that a blonde woman and a man with brown hair had been spotted together in Charleston, Arkansas. It wasn't a very solid lead, but it got him away from Big Eddie and Charlie's knowing looks. He'd followed the highway west thinking it was his best bet and he couldn't believe his luck when he stopped at an Olive Garden in Fort Smith and saw a blonde woman and a brown haired man exit the restaurant.

He waited behind his car and out of sight as they walked to a blue four door Honda. John reached for his cell phone to call Big Eddie and let him know that he had found them when he saw Bishop pull her into his arms and they stayed close, talking in low tones. And then they were kissing and John felt anger swell in him so strongly that his vision almost turned red and all he saw was them clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it.

She was supposed to be his and only his and he wasn't going to let him get away with it. One way or another, Olivia was going to be his again.

A/N: DUN DUN DUN! Hope you're all still hanging in there! 8 more chapters to go!