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Olivia never felt the cold seeping into her bones as she knelt in the soggy grass in front of the gravestone that was all she had left of her mother besides the cross she wore around her neck. The day was miserable, matching her mood; pouring sheets of rain and hovering just a few degrees above freezing, but the alcohol took care of any feeling that remained in her limbs. Yes, she was rather drunk and dressed only in jeans and a long sleeve dark gray shirt, but none of that seemed to matter as she thought of the mother she had lost. She had been kneeling there for the last four hours going over all the times she had tried to save her mother only for her to die in a manner that she couldn't save her from; not even if she had been there. Olivia had willingly taken beatings from her stepfather for years to save her fragile mother and younger sister from the evil man because she knew she was stronger than the rest of her family. She had more of her father in her.
"How long have you been here?"
Olivia never even flinched when Peter's voice appeared from behind her. She hadn't heard him approach but she wasn't too surprised that he had sought her out.
"Not long," she said, devoid of all the emotion roiling inside her mind.
"Let's try again and this time you don't lie," Peter said, concern leaking into his low voice.
"Maybe four hours," Olivia said, still not turning to face him. Half of her hoped he would just leave her alone to mentally abuse herself. Instead she heard a few minutes of silence and just as she was beginning to think he might've given up on her he spoke up again.
"You're coming with me then," Peter said, resting a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't want to," her voice was cold and flat making him flinch just a little.
"I will drag you away from this place if I have to, Olivia." His voice was firm yet caring and Olivia felt part of her give in before she could stop it.
She took stock of her body and whether or not she thought she could resist him and stay, but between the alcohol, the freezing cold, and having remained in a kneeling position for so long she knew she wouldn't last long, so with a long sigh she nodded and shakily got up to her feet. Olivia could tell that Peter was forcing himself not to help, rightly thinking she might snap at him and more of her hardened resolve melted away. Reaching out she tangled a freezing cold hand with one of his warmer ones and she let him draw her away from her mother.
They walked for several minutes before they finally arrived at Peter's station wagon and he quickly ushered her into the passenger seat and then climbed into his side. Without a word he started the car and turned the heat on high to help warm up his dripping wet and freezing partner. He pulled the car away from the curb and began heading in the direction of home, not even offering to take her back to her place. He knew she'd just wind up back at the cemetery in the freezing rain. Olivia remained silent the entire trip, resting her head on the window and staring out at the sheets of water coming down on the Boston streets. When they pulled into his driveway it was like Olivia finally woke up and realized where she was and she turned to him with a questioning look.
"You don't think I'd actually take you to your place so you could just sulk and get yourself sick from neglect, did you?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow and she scowled at him.
"I can take care of myself, Peter." Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, looking every inch the tough hard ass cop even while dripping wet.
"Olivia… it's okay to let your friends help you every once in awhile," Peter said softly.
"But I don't need help," Olivia said frowning and Peter knew she actually believed that.
"Maybe you don't, but I want to help." Peter insisted, resting a hand gently on her knee just waiting for her to try and break his arm.
"Peter…" Olivia's mask dropped for a second and glimpsed her inner turmoil and was surprised to just how deep her hurt went.
"Olivia, you're my best friend. You know you can tell me anything," Peter said, using every ounce of self control to remain in his seat and not in hers holding her.
She looked like she was having the internal debate of a life time inside her head and Peter knew he had one out when she began to gnaw on her lower lip.
"All my life I've lost the people I love. First I save my mom from my stepfather, but then she dies of cancer. Then I save John from that skin-thing only for him to die in a car crash. And Charlie… we saved him from that monster, but then he was murdered." Olivia's face now reflected the total anguish she was feeling and he crossed the consul and enveloped her in his arms. "What's going to happen to you? How many times can I save you before you die from something I can't rescue you from?" The dam in Olivia broke and a sob broke from her lips and Peter squeezed her tightly.
"I'm not going anywhere, Livia…" He said, muffled through her hair.
"You can't promise that," she said, trying to calm her breathing, but the alcohol was beginning to wear off and she shivered from the cold finally settling in.
"Come on, let's get you inside and warm," Peter said pulling away from her slowly, knowing he had to get her inside and quick before she got sick.
She nodded slowly and turned to her door to get out. Peter waited for her to come around the front of the car before he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and ushered her inside. Once Olivia had started to shiver though it only grew worse as her teeth began to chatter and her whole body shook so much she was hard pressed to remain standing. Once the door was shut behind them Peter scooped her up into his arms despite her objections and carried her up the steps and nudged open the door to the bathroom before setting her on the sink counter.
"Stay," he commanded and for once Olivia didn't argue. She was afraid she'd fall if she tried to stand now and the shivering was only getting worse.
Peter turned his back to her and started up the shower, making sure not turn it up too hot for fear that it would only hurt her more then help. Once he'd tested the water and was sure it was good he turned back to see her and frowned. Her bluish tinted lips were quivering while the rest of her body shook uncontrollably.
"Can you stand?" Peter asked, worry for her taking over completely now.
Olivia nodded stubbornly and scooted off the edge of the sink only for her knees to wobble once her feet touched the floor and then buckle under her weight. She let out a soft squeak in surprise that she would actually fall but Peter was quick to grab her around the waist and set her back on the counter.
"Let me help, sweetheart," Peter pleaded with his eyes.
Olivia bit down hard on her lower lip and nodded, looking as if it had really cost her to agree. Peter took it as a small victory and gently tugged up on the hem of her shirt so that it went up and over her head once she lifted her arms up. Throwing the shirt into the sink he moved to her pants and tried not to fumble when he unlatched the button and worked the zipper down on her jeans.
"K, so would you like to peel these off you or do you want to hang onto me and let me do it?" Peter asked.
Olivia was too cold to blush in embarrassment but her cheeks tried as she ducked her head; her hair curtaining around her torso.
"Livia…" Peter tipped her chin up so their gazes would lock.
"I'll get the jeans if you can hold me up," Olivia murmured.
Together they were able to get her down to just her undergarments and though he had seen her this way before she still wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He set her carefully back on the counter and then began working the buttons on his shirt and her eyes widened.
"You can't stand, Olivia." Peter said softly. "Don't worry, I'll keep something on." He gave her a playful wink and Olivia snorted, but Peter was just happy to see a small smirk on her face. Once he was down to just his plaid boxers he helped her off the counter and then into the shower. He stayed behind her, letting her get the brunt of the warm water and just kept his hands on her waist so that she had some support while her hands brushed over her face and into her hair.
Peter tried to watch her with detachment and just focused on keeping her from falling or slipping, but her cool skin was beginning to slowly warm up and the worry slipped more to the back of his mind as the feel of her bare skin beneath his rougher hands replaced it. Then his eyes slowly took her in from toe to head and he felt his body beginning to react. Silently cursing, he stared up at the ceiling and thought of as many unsexual thoughts as possible.
"Are you okay?" Olivia asked and Peter's gaze sharply returned to her and saw her raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm fine – why wouldn't I be?" He asked, his voice cracking on the 'fine'.
She scrunched her nose at him but then her gaze dropped and before she could stop it a giggle escaped her lips and her shoulders shook with it. Peter turned beat red and frowned at her.
"It's not funny!" Peter whined.
"It kinda is actually…" Olivia bit her lower lip and laughed some more making him pout, but then she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes in the classic 'Dunham thinking' look and that was when he grew worried. "You know I could help fix that," she bit her lip nervously, but the offer was definitely genuine.
Peter's eyebrows shot into his hairline as he considered her idea. His delay must've served as good as a 'yes' because she slowly turned in his grip to face him and she took a step closer so that they were just inches apart.
"I do kind of owe you for helping me and you said friends help each other," Olivia murmured, willing him to understand his own logic. She reached up and lightly traced the muscles of his chest and stomach.
"Livia…" Peter groaned. He knew he should say no, but he wasn't strong enough to turn her away – not now, not ever. Tightening his grip he pulled her close making the gap between them vanish and he bent his head down to devour her lips. Olivia let out a small sound of surprise but then leaned into the kiss, meeting him motion for motion until she nipped at his lower lip and traced it with her tongue making him groan into her mouth and allowing her the access she craved.
Olivia dragged her nails down the front of him until she got to the waist band of his boxers and then pushed her hands around his hip and squeezed his ass, pulling him even closer to her. Slipping her fingers under the cloth barrier, Olivia pushed down his last remaining clothing until with a flop she heard them hit the shower floor. His erection pressed into her lower stomach, bare and hard, and she moved her hand around to grasp him, but Peter waylaid her hand with his own. She was about to ask him what was wrong when he felt his hands at the clasp of her bra undoing it to be discarded on the shower floor and then his hands moved to her bottoms to push those down as well so that they were both naked.
Pulling back from the kiss Olivia slowly lowered herself until she knelt on the floor before him and she traced the outline of his erection, both carefully and with rapt fascination, eliciting small gasps from Peter as he stared down at her. Unable to avoid the temptation any longer, Olivia brought her tongue from the base all the way up to the tip of him before enveloping him into her mouth. Peter let out a strangled cry of pleasure as his head tipped back for a second and then he looked back down at her and tangled his hands in her hair; not to control her but to feel more of her as he watched his arousal slide in and out of her mouth.
Olivia let out a hum of appreciation as she devoured the length of him, enjoying the taste and feel of him in her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base of him and nearly lost herself to the sensations when she felt him tighten his hands in her hair and lightly tug up so that her face tilted up to face him.
"C'mere," he said huskily and helped her to a standing position while she pouted at him. She was having fun just listening to the noises he made as she got to touch and taste him.
Peter traced his fingers along the sides of her body making her shiver in delight and then worked his hands up from her stomach up to her waiting breasts, massaging them at first before lightly tweaking her nipples causing a breathy moan to escape her lips as her body arched into his. Dropping his head down he enveloped the tip of her left breast into his mouth and twirled his tongue around before sucking and gently dragging his teeth around the edges.
"Peter!" Olivia cried out, writhing in his one arm hold.
Dropping a hand down he began to tease and touch his way toward her center and when his fingers finally touched her it was to find her dripping wet and very ready for him.
"God, Livia…" Peter groaned as he explored her with deft and nimble fingers, dragging sweet noises from her mouth until she clung to him. She pulled herself up his body so that her lips brushed the shell of his left ear.
"Fuck me, Peter, please…" she whined breathily, the desperation for him evident in every fiber of her.
Peter growled before spinning her around and lighting bending her over so that his arousal pressed against her nether lips.
"Pleeeeease Peter," she begged breathlessly.
Needing no other encouragement, Peter pressed himself into her tight heat and groaned.
"Yessssss…" Olivia moaned, already never wanting this shower to end. The sounds of their mating and moan echoed throughout the bathroom as Peter pushed and pulled her hips back and forth while driving himself in and out of her. His name became a steady and breathy chant until the building pleasure snapped and waves and she bit her lip hard not to scream so loud as her insides clenched tightly around him.
"Liv…" thrust "ia…" thrust, and then he too joined her in orgasm as his body shuddered his release deep within her.
Neither moved for a few seconds as their bodies resonated in the aftermath of their pleasure until the water began to turn colder and a shiver ran down Olivia's spine. Peter pulled out of her and spun her back around to hold her. He let the heat from his own body seep from his into hers and he kissed the top of her head. After a minute of staying wrapped in each other's arms Peter finally reached around her to shut the water off and then he helped her step out of the shower and they dried off.
Peter watched her the entire time, feeling amazed at what they had done but also feeling lingering concern for her. Her eyes drooped in exhaustion and her body was slow to react to anything. When they had finished drying off he silently led her back to his bedroom where he picked out some warm and dry clothes for her to wear. Once dressed he dragged her into his bed and he curled up beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist so that she stayed tucked in nicely against him.
"Peter… I should be going home…" Olivia mumbled through her sleep addled brain.
"Maybe later, but for now you're going to get some sleep."
"I don't – " Olivia yawned. "Need sleep."
Peter chuckled and kissed the side of her neck sweetly.
"Peter what we did…" Olivia started, already half asleep.
"Can be discussed later," Peter finished for her. "But first we get some sleep."
Olivia mumbled something but then her breathing evened out and she was fast asleep. Smiling, Peter was quick to follow as her presence put him at ease. He knew that for the time being she wasn't sad and she was safe.