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Two weeks passed since their kitchen conversation and since they hadn't gotten even the smallest lead, the security detail was being removed. Two weeks and Olivia was almost proud of how well she'd been able to avoid Peter given the guards that followed them around and the fact that they shared a room. Most of the time she feigned falling asleep at the lab, but other times she would fall asleep in the rocking chair by Maddox and Rowan's cribs. One of the consequences of being so busy and avoiding him was the absence of any sexual activities and though Olivia craved him like nothing else she had experienced in her life, she was also terrified to be with him again. Even on rocky terms, Peter knew Olivia just as well as she knew him and he'd know something was wrong. In those two weeks she got her period and cried herself to sleep for three nights in a row at the lab. It seemed she couldn't even get this right. She'd even considered going to a sperm bank and just doing something with that. Tell Peter he was off the hook, pack up, and move herself and the twins to her own place. He shouldn't have to have been left with this burden.

"I'm moving back to my place," Olivia finally spoke up after breakfast one morning.

"What?" Peter almost choked on his orange juice. "Why?"

"And I'm taking Maddox and Rowan with me," Olivia continued.

"Olivia – no, you're not thinking clearly," Peter argued, standing up from his seat at the table.

"How would you know?" Olivia replied, irked that he just assumed he knew what was on her mind.

"Because if you move out then it's just you and two babies and that's a lot of work for one person alone," Peter reasoned, trying to stay calm.

"Then I'll hire a nanny or something," Olivia quipped back cooly.

"You haven't said why you want to move out in the first place," Peter's voice was growing just a little panicked at her calm demeanor.

"You wouldn't understand," Olivia replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Do you need more space? Is it Walter running around naked?" Peter offered, trying to race his brain through all the reasons she would want to move out. "Is it me?"

"Peter…" She watched his face crumble as the sadness set in. "You don't need all this – me, the babies. You've already got your hands full with Walter. I'm sorry I moved us here to begin with."

"Are you really?" Peter asked softly.

"I'm sorry, Peter," Olivia said, letting the misery and sadness leak into her voice.

"I love you, Olivia," Peter whispered, as if that was all that mattered.

"I'm not so sure of that," Olivia bit down on her lip to keep from crying before turning and leaving the room.

Peter's mind was reeling as he watched her leave the kitchen and it felt like his world was coming to an end. He needed to prove to her that he loved her and that he would do anything to keep her in his life. He quickly ran up the stairs after her and found her in their room, already packing a small bag.

"I'll try and pack as much as I can, but I might have to come back to pick –"

"You can't leave," Peter interrupted her and he watched her shoulders sag, her back still to him.

"I won't be the one to take away your freedom," Olivia said, her voice wavering, giving away her emotional state. "You're a nomad, Peter. Someday you'll want to go back to that and I won't have you hating me for keeping you in one place."

"But you're my home, Olivia," Peter said, willing her to believe him. "I don't care where I am as long as you're there by my side. I've never been as happy as I am when I'm with you."

Olivia seemed to finally crack at his words and stepped into his space and wrapped her arms around his middle, holding him tight to her.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," Olivia murmured into his sweater as she clung to him for dear life.

"Then why would you leave?" Peter asked softly, wrapping his arms around her before kissing the top of her head.

"Because your happiness is more important than mine," Olivia whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks anew. "And I couldn't live with myself if you hated me."

"I could never hate you, Livia," Peter said with conviction, tightening his hold on her. "Never. And I'd also like to beg to differ on who's happiness is worth more. At the risk of you running screaming into the night; I love you and I'm not ever going anywhere. Whether that means that someday we do the marriage, white picket fence, and a dozen kids thing or we're just together with no actual title and raise a couple kids together with Walter on the side doesn't matter to me as long as you're in that picture with me."

Olivia pulled back enough to look up into his eyes and she nearly swooned with the amount of emotion that was coming off him in waves. He really loved her.

"I love you too," Olivia said, smiling through the last few tears.

Peter could feel himself slipping into her dark green gaze and then he began to realize that her entire body was pressed up against the length of his. Before he could stop his mind's path, he was remembering the last time she was naked beneath him and how it seemed like so long ago. Obviously his body had not forgotten hers.

"Peter…" Olivia purred, rocking her body up against his so that her hips pressed into his quickly growing arousal.

"Livia…" Peter groaned, trying to keep his mind off the image of her writhing beneath him as he plunged into her while she called his name. It made it even harder when her smaller hands began to flit over his chest and down to his backside where she gently massaged and pulled him closer yet.

"Make love to me, Peter," Olivia whispered, going on tip toe to place sweet kisses along his neck.

Peter needed no further encouragement as he grasped her hips in his hands and hoisted her up so that her legs wrapped around his hips and he walked her to the nearest wall. Pinning her to the wall he ground his hips into hers while stealing her lips in a deep kiss that he put everything into. She moaned into his kiss as she ground her hips back into his; the friction from their clothing already driving her close to the edge. With his hands free, Peter pushed his hands from her waist up toward her breasts until he could balance a globe in each hand; alternating between massaging and flicking his thumbs across the hardening peeks.

"Need… more…" Olivia panted between kisses. She fumbled for the edge of his shirt before lifting it u and over his head and tossing it to the floor and going back to his lips. If she could just spend the rest of her life tasting his lips like this, Olivia would be content. So distracted by his lips was she that she didn't notice that Peter had worked her shirt and bra free so that she was now bare to his heated gaze.

"God, Liv…" Peter wanted to pinch himself to prove he wasn't dreaming again. Heaven knows he'd dreamed of her often enough, but after they'd only been together a few times, this seemed so surreal. "Is that why you had been avoiding me?"

"I don't – " Olivia gasped.

"No more secrets, love," Peter interrupted.

"Yes, it was," Olivia bit down on her lower lip and looked down to avoid his gaze. "I'm sorry, Peter, I really am."

"Hey," Peter used a finger to tilt her chin back up so he could look into her eyes. "Don't worry about it, but please just come to me if something is bothering you. I want us to be able to talk about anything."

Olivia nodded quickly, her eyes already trained on his lips. Peter could help but chuckle at her train of thought. Clearly she needed him as much as he needed her. They were a flurry of kisses and hands tugging at clothing so that they could have more skin contact. When both were finally naked, Peter walked them to the bed and dropped her so that she fell onto the mattress, only bouncing once before he was kneeling before her.

"Peter what – "

Olivia's words were cut off as his lips and tongue found her core and began working their magic; lapping and kissing at her until she was whimpering and squirming beneath his mouth. Peter held her still by the upper thighs and took great pleasure in the noises she made and how they were escalating quickly.

"Peter, Peter, Peter," she chanted his name as she threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him marginally closer. "Peeeeeter!"

Peter lapped at her juices as she rode out her orgasm, reveling in the sweet taste of her as her body trembled. He hummed his approval into her core causing a shiver to go through her body.

"I think it's my turn," Olivia whispered, her voice a little rough from the noises she was making before.

"Later, sweetheart," Peter placed one last kiss at her center before he moved up her body. "Right now I want to sink myself so far into you we won't know where you begin and I end."

He watched her eyes dilate and darken as she nodded her approval. Peter helped her move further onto the bed before he lined himself up with her and slowly pressed forward, letting out a long groan when her tight heat clenched around him like a vice.

"Fuck, Livia…" Peter gasped as he thrust his hips forward until he was at her end. Her nails dug into the meat of his shoulders as she tried not to cry out her pleasure to the whole world. She'd almost forgotten just how amazing he felt and next time she tried to avoid him she'd kick herself. He slowly pulled back before plunging back into her; repeating until their bodies were slick with sweat and the noises from their mouths made no sense. Olivia wrapped her legs around his hips to draw him even closer so that the apex of her legs ground into him, causing a delicious friction against the bundle of nerves.

"Ooooooooooh!" Olivia cried out as just a few seconds of the added friction through her over the edge and she came hard around him, coaxing Peter's own orgasm from him in one last thrust. Olivia's center quivered around his arousal as he buried himself as deep as he could go, resting his forehead on her shoulder.

"I'm never letting you go," Peter whispered against her shoulder, placing soft kisses on the soft skin. "Not ever."

"I won't let you," Olivia murmured back, running her fingers through his brown curls in a soothing gesture.

Rolling to his side, Peter pulled her closer until they were each facing each other while on their sides. Peter traced soft patterns up and down her arm after he pulled a sheet over them, his eyes closing in exhaustion but unwilling to sleep for fear that this was a dream and she wouldn't be there when he woke.

"Love you," Peter whispered, as sleep started to take him despite his heroic effort.

"Love you too," Olivia murmured back, lightly fisting her hands against his chest and following him into a deep sleep.