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Olivia was first aware of something trying to break free from her skull as it throbbed and she literally felt like her head was going to explode. When her eyes barely opened to slits a bright light shone through and caused her head to riot in pain and she quickly slammed her eyes shut and groaned out loud. She was just debating on what to do next, whether she fall back asleep or fight the blaring sun for some pain killers and water when she felt the bed shift beside her. Her eyes shot open and worked past the pain that it caused and she really looked around her. Midnight blue walls with white wood framing panels along the bottom half of the walls and book cases – book cases along most open wall spaces and a dresser with a photo or two on top, but left mostly bare except for a watch and a book. She'd never seen this room in her life before and now she was in it with someone else.
Don't panic, Dunham. Think. Olivia thought furiously but when the bed dipped and shifted and a hand relaxed itself on her hip she jumped and in an act of flailing arms and legs landed butt naked on the floor beside the bed and just managed to tug the sheet off too to cover herself before a head shot up and stared at her.
Peter Bishop.
Air was filling her lungs quickly and releasing just as fast as Olivia felt herself grow light headed.
"Jesus, Dunham. Breathe!" Peter ordered, scooting to the edge of the bed, covering below his waist with a blanket. "Slower!" He half yelled when her breathing only increased in speed and the edges of her vision threatened to go black. She held her breath and then let it out slowly.
"What the hell happened last night?" Olivia asked, her voice only slightly panicked.
"Well, you're naked… I'm naked… and we woke up in a bed together…" Peter said, rolling his eyes. "I think the answer is pretty obvious, especially for a detective."
"Sarcasm isn't helping," she growled and wrapped herself in the sheet more carefully. "Did you spike my drink or something?"
Peter went from blasé to furious in a matter of seconds. "I'm not sure which is worse; implying that I would need to spike a drink so you'd sleep with me, or thinking I would at all!"
Olivia cringed and gave him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry! Really, I just… I didn't think I drank that much."
"So now you need to be plastered and completely shit-faced to ever sleep with me?" Peter said in angered horror.
"Peter would you stop acting like a woman for two seconds so we can be adults about this?" Olivia huffed, crossing her arms and looking every bit the law enforcement officer even if she was naked and wrapped in a sheet
He glared at her but kept silent. Olivia happened to glance at the clock on the bedside table and she cursed under her breath and scrambled to her feet.
"What?" Peter asked, watching her search for clothes.
She was just picking up what was left of her shirt and she turned to glare at him. "What'd you do to my shirt?"
"I believe we were in some sort of rush to consummate our burning love?" Peter asked sarcastically.
"Wait – you remember something from last night?" Olivia asked, ignoring his sarcasm for the time being.
"No, do you?" Peter asked and Olivia shook her head 'no'. "Wait – I do recall you begging me to handcuff you to the bed and for me to have my wicked and wild way with you."
Olivia visibly paled and her mouth worked silently, trying to find appropriate words.
"I'm kidding, Dunham." Peter laughed but cringed when it hurt his ears.
Olivia threw her torn shirt at him and growled as she searched for whatever was left of her clothes.
"I'm borrowing a shirt," she said, beginning to dig through his dresser drawers.
"Hey – wait! That's personal stuff in there!" Peter sprang to his feet, stumbling on the edge of the blanket as he held it tight around his waist.
"Wait, what's this?" Olivia held up a frame and then flipped it over to see a picture of her and Peter, sitting side by side at the piano they kept at the lab. She was watching him play while he was grinning. He snatched it away before she could formulate a response.
"Don't you have some place to be?" He asked irritably, blushing to the roots of his hair.
"Ummm, yes, but I'm not going there shirtless." Olivia pointed out with the sheet still wrapped tightly around her.
Rolling his eyes, Peter opened the second drawer and pulled out a blue MIT t-shirt and held it out to her. Olivia mumbled a thanks before heading to the ensuite bathroom to change.
"Where have you got to go anyways?" Peter called through the door as he too got dressed. "It's New Year's Day!"
"I promised Ella I'd take her ice skating," Olivia said through the door. She stepped out of the bathroom, still combing her fingers through her hair and then tied it up into a sloppy bun.
"You know there are plenty of reasons women would want to be with me," Peter said seriously.
Olivia froze for a second before looking him in the eyes. "I'm sure there is, Peter."
"So why are you so repulsed by the idea of us having slept together?" Peter asked, stepping into her personal space.
"Repulsed is a bad word," Olivia said, her voice sounding rather sad. "I'll talk to you later." She quickly exited the room and was out of the house before Peter could call her back.
Determined more than ever, Peter dressed and headed down the stairs for some breakfast.
Olivia was just finishing up tying her skates when her phone beeped, signaling that she had a text message.
"Hang on, Ella." She called and watched her niece wait patiently by her as she pulled out the phone to check her messages.
Reason #1: I don't snore.
Olivia stared at the message, thoroughly confused and checked the sender. Peter. What on earth was he going on about?
"Alright, come on, Ella-bear. It's time to skate!" Olivia said, repocketing the phone and hobbling out of the skate shelter and onto the ice.
They skated around for a couple hours until Ella got tired and hungry and they decided to go have some lunch. When they got home Olivia fixed them up a couple sandwiches and some chips and they ate at the table. Her phone beeped again and she pulled out her phone to check and there was another message from Peter.
Reason #2: I'm a very good kisser.
Olivia blushed at the message and she checked to make sure Ella was busy eating before she responded.
I wouldn't remember, would I?
Olivia set the phone aside and they finished up their lunch. By that point Ella's head was dropping to the table in exhaustion and Olivia was able to convince her that nap was a good idea and she fully intended to join her niece in blissful sleep since she was still feeling a little sluggish from her hangover. She tucked Ella into her bed and laid herself out beside the young girl and was about to fall asleep when her phone beeped again.
Reason #3: I know how to treat a woman right.
Olivia shook her head in amusement and ignored the message and drifted off to sleep.
Olivia woke with an angelic face just inches from her own and was quite proud that she didn't jump a mile.
"Hey there, Sweet-pea," she murmured, reaching out to curl the little girl into arms and then began to tickle her mercilessly.
"Aunt Liv! No fair!" Ella squealed, wriggling in her arms. Her phone beeped then, signaling another message. "Who's that?" Ella asked, trying to peer over at her phone.
Reason #4: I'm an amazing cook.
"It's just Peter being silly," Olivia explained and flipped the phone shut.
"Can we visit Peter?" Ella asked, immediately perking up.
"I don't think so, he's probably busy." Olivia said, hoping she'd buy the excuse. She wasn't ready to face Peter just yet and his cryptic messages were driving her to curiosity.
"Awwwww, okay," Ella mumbled, crawling off the bed. "Can I call and ask if he can come over to watch a movie with us? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?" She bounced on the bed and gave her best puppy dog face until Olivia finally caved. She fished the cell phone back out and dialed his number. It rang twice before he answered.
"Well hello, gorgeous." His voice was smooth and charming and Olivia rolled her eyes while her stomach fluttered.
"Your biggest fan would like to ask you something," she handed the phone over to Ella who took it very seriously and held it to her ear.
"Peter?" She asked. "Hi." There was a pause in which Peter probably say 'hey' back. "Can you come over and watch Monsters Inc. with aunt Liv and me?"
Olivia mentally crossed her fingers and prayed that he'd decline nicely but then she saw Ella's face light up and knew her wish hadn't come true.
"Yes!" She squealed. "Aunt Liv said you wouldn't be able to because you'd be busy." She was quiet for a minute while listening to Peter and Olivia had to bite her tongue so that she wouldn't steal the phone away and chew him out. "You'd really do that?" Pause. "You're the best Uncle Peter! Okay, I'll see you soon!" And then she passed the phone back to Olivia and skipped out of the room to leave her alone with Peter on the phone.
"Alright, Bishop, what'd you promise her…" She asked cautiously.
"You'll see. You know, some of last night is coming back to me, how about you?" He said casually.
"No, nothing yet." She said, trying to decide if she wanted to know what he remembered and after considering the ignorance equal bliss equation she decided on the all knowledge is worth having path. "Why, what do you remember?"
Peter chuckled as if discerning her internal debate. "Apparently you're in love with my ass."
Olivia blushed to the roots of her hair and subconsciously ducked her head down so her hair could curtain around her face. "And how would you come to that conclusion?" She asked, knowing it was true because she'd had very similar thoughts in the past.
"You told me, of course!" Peter said. "I also recall a lot of begging on your part…"
"Peter! You're making that up!" Olivia said defensively.
"I'm not actually, it was quite hot."
She could hear him smirking cockily over the phone and her mouth gaped open for a lack of words.
"I've embarrassed you into silence, haven't I?" Peter laughed. "I'll be by in an hour. Need me to pick anything up before I get there?"
"No, I don't think so," she half mumbled.
"K, see you soon then." And then he hung up. Olivia got up from her bed and made for the bathroom. She stared at her reflection for a couple minutes, looking rather hopeless at her current state. A surprisingly large part of her wanted to put effort into her appearance so that she might look more attractive to her partner but her brain kept fighting off the impulse stating that it was ridiculous since there was no way they could ever be anything more, so why try? Eyeing herself critically, she decided that it wouldn't kill her to look more like a human being rather than woman that had a fight with her bed. She hastily brushed her hair and brushed her teeth. She was just putting her toothbrush away when Ella came dancing in wearing a blue spring dress and her matching slippers.
"Aunt Liv, can you do my hair and makeup please?" Ella asked, twirling back and forth with her hands clutching the hem of her dress.
"And why are you dressing up?" Olivia asked, baffled by the girl's request.
"We've gotta look pretty for Uncle Peter!" She said as if it were common sense.
"Uncle Peter?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Pleeeeeeeease, Aunt Liv!" She begged, puckering her lower lip out in emphasis.
"Okay, okay. C'mere Munchkin," she motioned for Ella to come closer and she hoisted her up onto the edge of the sink. She brought out a makeup bag and began shuffling through for some of the basics and settled on lip gloss, mascara, and eye shadow – all of which she hadn't used in so long she could hardly remember. Ella giggled while Olivia dramatically worked on her face, oo-ing and ahh-ing at appropriate moments to please the girl. When she was finished Olivia had to admit she looked just slightly ridiculous but Ella was extremely happy with the results and then she turned to her aunt.
"Now it's your turn!" Ella said and moved back into her bedroom and began searching through her dresser.
"Oh that's okay Ella, I have a feeling Peter won't even notice me with how pretty you look." Olivia tried to reason, knowing she wouldn't be able to get out of dressing up if the girl had her heart set on it.
"Mom says that if you tried to look pretty then Peter could be my for-real-uncle and I could have some cousins to play with." Ella explained, rifling through her second drawer at shirts.
Olivia nearly choked on her own saliva as she coughed. "What?"
"I don't really know how make up equals cousins, but it's worth a shot." Ella explained, making Olivia think that maybe she had been spending too much time with Peter because she was beginning to sound more and more like him. "How about this?" She pulled out a black sheer teddy that was definitely not meant for public viewing.
"How about I pick a few options out and you can pick from those," Olivia said, snatching the nighty from her and stuffing it back in the drawer.
"I guess, but if none of them are good I'm picking again." Ella reasoned and perched herself on the end of the bed to wait for her aunt's choices. Sighing, Olivia began to pull out a few options and lay them out on the bed, while mentally cursing her sister for brainwashing her niece. Ella eyed the options with a critical eye and finally settled on a pair of jeans and a curve hugging maroon sweater that was mostly modest, but dipped a little lower than most of her wardrobe, which wasn't saying much. "And now for makeup!" Ella dragged her back into the bathroom as she eagerly began sifting through the options and handing them to Olivia to put on. Rolling her eyes she was able to convince her that a clearish lip gloss and mascara was enough. The last thing she wanted was Peter thinking she was getting all dolled up just for him.
Ella stood back and stared at her with a look of thoughtful awe. "You look gorgeous, Aunt Liv."
"Gorgeous?" Olivia asked, wondering where she had learned that one.
Ella nodded and they retreated to the living room where they reviewed the options for making dinner and when nothing good came up for options, they agreed on ordering pizza later when they all got hungry.
The doorbell rang and Ella raced to the door and was about to open it when Olivia stopped her.
"Ella, let me check the peep hole first," she said as she came up behind her and leaned into the door to check and saw Peter standing on the other side, his hands behind his back and rocking on his heels. "Alright," she said and opened the door while Ella squeezed past her and wrapped herself around Peter's legs.
"Peter!" She squealed.
Peter chuckled down at her and gave Olivia a rather shy smile.
"Hey there beautiful," Peter said down at Ella and she pulled away with a giggle. He brought his left hand around to reveal a small bouquet of pink and yellow daisies.
Ella giggled and looked as if she would melt into little girl goo at his feet as she took the flowers and smelled them.
"Ella, what do you say?" Olivia prodded the dazed girl.
"Thank you Peter," she said. "Can we find a pretty vase for these Aunt Liv?"
"Sure thing Munchkin," Olivia said, standing aside so Peter could come in, but instead he brought his other hand around to reveal a larger bouquet of red and violet lilies. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes widened in shock. "Ummm…"
He took her hand and placed the bouquet into it with a smile.
"Thank you," she said, knowing that she must've been blushing a hideous shade of red by now and it was as if he read her mind because he brushed a thumb across her cheek and cupped her face.
"You look so beautiful when you blush," he murmured and then slowly pulled his hand back to his side. He stepped into the apartment then and they all wound their way into the kitchen to hunt for a vase substitute to place their flowers in.
When they'd finally gotten settled, Olivia ordered them a large pizza and some breadsticks to be delivered. Ella sprawled herself out on one end of the couch leaving half the couch for Peter and Olivia to make themselves comfortable on.
"I want to sit by Peter!" Ella called, and Peter laughed while he took the middle seat and Ella propped her feet up on his lap comfortably while Olivia took the other side, leaving the maximum amount of space possible between them, which to her dismay was just a couple inches since Ella took up so much space.
Peter was quick to close the gap though as the movie started and the lights went off. He settled his arm on the back of the couch behind her and settled himself close enough so that their legs were touching innocently, but it still sent a current of electricity racing through her body. About an hour into the movie the doorbell rang and before Peter could react, Olivia jumped up from her seat as if it had started on fire beneath her. She returned minutes later balancing the pizza and a bag of breadsticks. Peter helped her set the food and drinks up on the coffee table and they all dug in armed only with napkins.
When they were finished eating, Peter pulled Olivia back into the couch and settled her half into his lap and kept an arm wrapped around her waist. Olivia squirmed nervously until she stopped fighting it and just rested her head on his shoulder and stilled. Peter smirked as he held her close and they finished watching the movie.
The credits rolled and Olivia peered tiredly over at Ella who was fast asleep with her head tipped back and soft snore escaping her lips. She smiled at how peaceful her niece looked and as if Peter could read her mind his voice broke the silence.
"She looks like an angel," he whispered.
"Yeah she does," Olivia murmured softly.
"Go out with me," Peter said softly, more of a statement than a question.
"Wait – what?" Olivia squeaked and wiggled back so that she could stare up into his face.
"You should go out with me." He said with all the logic of a chemistry formula.
"I should, should I?" Olivia said skeptically. "And why is that?"
"I've sent you reasons all day. Tell me you've read them?" Peter said with a raised eyebrow.
Time seemed to stand still as a memory from the night before forced its way into her brain.
"So fucking beautiful…" he murmured against her breast as he suckled a nipple into his mouth and gave it a sound suck making her cry out in pleasure. "You have no idea how long I've fantasized over these breasts of yours." He peppered sweet kisses across her chest and then up to her lips where she devoured him.
Olivia blinked rapidly to clear the memory and blushed when she realized just what that memory had done to her body in the present.
"Olivia?" He asked, sounding a little concerned.
"You fantasize about my breasts?" She asked, needing to embarrass him for a change and she grinned when he did blush.
"I want to taste you, please…" Olivia begged, giving him wide lustful eyes and watching his breathing hitch as he nodded almost a little too quickly. She traveled kisses across his shoulders and then down his stomach until she came face to face with his very impressive arousal and she felt her body quiver in anticipation. Eagerly she playfully lapped at the tip of him and when she heard him whimper in pleasure she smiled wickedly before deep throating him; fighting a wide smile when he groaned and his breathing grew louder.
"I don't want to know how you got so amazing at this, but for the love of all things good in this world – never stop!" Peter moaned, tangling his fingers in her golden locks.
Olivia's eyes dilated and she shuddered in pleasure at the flood of memories that assaulted her senses. Peter brought his hand up to cup her cheek.
"Wow, we really are good together…" Olivia whispered, her body reacting in full force to his proximity.
Peter's eyes darkened and he nodded before lowering his face to hers ever so slowly and then sealing her lips with his. Butterflies erupted inside Olivia's stomach as he stole her breath away and she wondered how she could ever forget a kiss like this. He hadn't been exaggerating when he said he was a good kisser and now she wanted to find out if all those other things were true as well. Hesitantly he pulled away and stared at her threw hooded eyes.
"Not that I'm not enjoying this but could we take this to some other room that doesn't have Ella in it?" Peter asked huskily and Olivia was quick to nod as she got up from his lap and pulled her with him to her bedroom after they laid a blanket over Ella.
Shutting the door behind them, Olivia turned and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up on her tip toes so she could kiss him again. Peter groaned into her mouth and gripped her waist to pull her flush with his body. After a few minutes he pulled away again and Olivia sighed in frustration.
"Are you sure about this?" Peter asked, eyeing her carefully. "There's no alcohol to hide behind this time…" He watched her carefully for any signs that she would regret this.
Olivia immediately wanted to answer 'yes', she was more than prepared to deal with him after they were done but then she paused and really thought about it. Did she want the real deal with him? She gazed up into his eyes and thought about the proof she needed. Peter always watching her back whether or not she wanted him to, him picking up her favorite coffee before work, the secret smiles they shared in the darkest of cases, his open ear to anything she wanted to say, and the way he had ever so carefully wormed his way into her life and become a lead player as her best friend.
"Yes," she sighed sounding almost relieved for having admitted both to herself and him that she wanted more.
The brightest smile she had ever seen plastered itself onto his face and she couldn't help but return it. His lips swooped down to capture hers again and this time there was no delicacy or insecurity behind it. Olivia whimpered softly when his hands traveled down to her backside and scooped her up so that his growing erection ground itself into her center.
His lips move further down her body until he got to her center and he purposely avoided where she wanted his attention and kissed the tops of her thighs and then the insides of them until Olivia was shuddering in anticipation.
"Please Peter – please!" Olivia pleaded, tangling her fingers into his soft brown hair, urging him to where she wanted him. When he complied, her hips jerked off the bed when his lips and tongue teased her until all she could think and feel was intense pleasure and Peter. He slipped one, then two fingers inside of her and her whole world unraveled as she came calling his name and shuddering beneath his touch.
He placed gentle kisses at her center and then up her body until his lips were on hers and she could taste whiskey and herself on him.
Olivia knew she couldn't wait any longer and she had to have him now, so she began stripping him of his clothes and he caught on the her desperation and helped her lose her clothes as well until they stumbled to her bed naked, still kissing and caressing. When they finally got into the bed, Olivia made to straddle him intending to end her frustration immediately but he flipped her over so that her front was pressed into the bed and she yelped in surprise.
"Wha-"
"We already did that last night," Peter said, his voice thick with lust.
Olivia blushed, wishing she could remember that part. "Then, how…" She left it open and he answered by lifting just her hips and backside of the bed so her chest was still pressed to the bed and he playfully slapped her bare backside making her wriggle. He slowly pressed himself at her opening and then eased into her. Olivia's eyes rolled to the back of her head as he stretched her out and she swore she would orgasm just from the first few seconds. Her toes curled and she had to fight the urge to force her hips back so that she could feel all of him immediately but she waited.
Peter had thought he had been imagining just how amazing she felt last night, but now he knew better. She was every bit as good as his memory and maybe even better. When he was fully inside her he paused to try and memorize everything from her tight heat around him to the soft whimpers she was making while she fisted her hands in the bed sheets. Slowly he picked up a pace that left them both dancing at the edge of their orgasms.
Their breathing grew harsh and loud as his pace quickened and Peter knew he couldn't hold back anymore as he felt himself lose control. Not wanting to leave Olivia unsatisfied he slipped his hand to the front of her and flicked his fingers deftly across her sensitive nub and he felt her come around him just moments before he came inside of her with one final thrust.
"Cutting it close," Olivia panted, "aren't you?" She half chuckled and felt her muscles and bones morphing into jelly.
"It went just the way I planned it!" Peter said breathlessly, slowly easing himself out of her and then collapsing onto the bed.
Olivia settled her body down and then cuddled in closely to his side so that she could wrap her body around him.
"I guess you can plan some more events in the future then, as long as they're as good as this one," Olivia smiled contentedly.
"Just good?" Peter asked, mock horrified. "Next time will be so fantastic you won't be able to think for a week."
"Is that a promise?" Olivia asked, chuckling lightly.
Peter kissed the top of her head and let his hands roam her smooth curves.
"Definitely."