Sorry for the delay. One of us had gone off and gotten married then had her honeymoon so it made sense for her to be away for a while. Then the holidays hit so...yeah. You know the deal...
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Olivia never thought she'd purposely rush a crime scene but it was the hottest Independence day in the history of Independence days and they were in the middle of po-dunk nowhere and she swore she'd already gotten the base of a very good sunburn doing. She discreetly peeled the button up shirt she wore from her stomach and chest and stifled a groan of disgust when she felt droplets of perspiration trail down her front. One glance over to her partner and she knew he was suffering just as much even though he was dressed in a form fitting t-shirt and jeans. Beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead as he hastily swept them aside before they fell into his eyes and tried not to look frustrated at spending their day off crouching over quickly rotting remains.
She eyed her newly dubbed boyfriend with the eyes of a woman and had to bite down hard on her lower lip to bring her mind back to the present case being tossed into their hands. Olivia couldn't help but imagine him stripping off his clothes, his well hidden muscles flexing as rivulets of water cascaded down his body. Oh God, now her mental image of him was under spraying water. Olivia mentally groaned. Clearly this "taking it slow" thing was not her-body-approved and it was revolting on her. How much longer could she wait before her body gave her away and jumped him?
When she came back to the present, Peter was staring at her from his crouched position with a raised eyebrow and smirk as if he knew exactly what was on her mind and she scowled at him before straightening her posture and transforming her mind and body back into the FBI agent that was supposed to be at the scene.
"Let's get these bodies back to the lab before the sun and heat make them even more impossible to bare," Peter said gruffly, gathering up his kit and giving orders to the field agents around him for the transportation of the two bodies.
"Good thinking, son." Walter rambled before stepping out of the way of the agents who were carefully packing up the bodies and evidence. When everything was packed away Walter practically danced at Peter's heals. "Can I ride with the body, please?"
"Sure, Walter, go nuts – but not totally," Peter added as an afterthought.
Olivia couldn't help but give the father-son duo an indulgent smile. They'd certainly found their rhythm again despite Peter's past coming to the surface. Climbing into the vehicle she didn't have to wait long for Peter to join her in the passenger seat.
"And you haven't turned on the AC because…" Peter groaned, squirming anxiously in his seat.
"Just waiting to see if you will melt into a puddle," Olivia grinned over at him. She started up the SUV and before buckling up she peeled off the jacket and undid a couple extra buttons in hopes of catching a breeze. When she pulled the safety belt around and caught Peter's gaze resting on the newly exposed flesh of her chest even though it was just the tops of her breasts. She couldn't help but smirk when it took him a few seconds to close his mouth and look back up at her face.
"See something you like, Bishop?" She asked with a low voice that made him visibly swallow.
"S-sorry," he stammered, embarrassed at having been caught.
Olivia only grinned at him and pulled away from the edge of the road as the remainder of the vehicles sped off into the distance. A few minutes passed and she saw Peter glancing at his cell phone every few seconds and then fiddling with the air conditioning vents before he huffed.
"Is it just me or is the AC not working?" He asked. "And there's still no cell phone reception…"
"Getting antsy?" Olivia asked, also feeling the toll of the heat and lack of air but unwilling to show it. "Oh shit…"
"What…?" Peter asked, already sounding paranoid just as the vehicle sputtered to a stop and smoke blew up from under the hood.
"I think we overheated the truck…" Olivia said sounding disappointed.
"You think?" Peter asked sarcastically.
"Well I'm no mechanical genius, but yeah – I think so." Olivia rolled her eyes and threw open her door to escape the confines of the vehicle.
"Livia…" Peter groaned and also got out. Before he could stop her she'd managed to prop the hood open as the smoke billowed up into the sky. "I can take care of this, just step back."
Olivia looked like she was ready to kick him in her frustration but she grudgingly obeyed. After a minute of inspecting the car, Peter gave up on his shirt which was now drenched in sweat and peeled it off his body in frustration revealing his bare torso to the glaring sun. Olivia swallowed down the copious amounts of drool that formed in her mouth at the sight of his sun-kissed skin revealed to her; his bunched up muscles working in his effort to fix the truck. She sent up a silent plea to whatever God was listening that she wouldn't embarrass herself by fainting or licking him and stood rock still, trying to calm the raging hormones that threatened to do all the work for her.
"Anything?" Olivia asked impatiently, fidgeting in place.
"Well, have you got any water?" Peter asked, standing up straight to peer over at her.
Olivia shook her head, "sorry."
"Then nothing but time off is going to make this engine work. Maybe a few hours of blessed cold," Peter backed up and wiped the engine grease from his hands onto the thighs of his jeans.
"Cold?" Olivia asked skeptically. "Peter, the closest to cold we'll get is when the sun finally goes down for the night and that's two hours from now."
"Well I don't have cell phone reception, do you?" Peter asked, trying not to show his frustration. It wasn't her fault they were stuck in the middle of nowhere.
Olivia glanced down at her phone and shook her head. "Why today?"
"Got a hot date I don't know about?" Peter gave her a raised eyebrow.
Olivia rolled her eyes and walked back to the driver side door. Seconds later she returned with her gps, tapping at the screen and shaking her head every once in awhile.
"The nearest piece of civilization is about fifteen miles the other direction," Olivia grumbled and blew the damp wisps of hair out of her eyes in frustration. "There's no way we'd make a walk like that in this heat with no water."
"I think the best we can do is hope that someone will notice us missing and come looking," Peter said dejectedly.
Sighing in defeat, Olivia began to work at the buttons on her shirt until they were all undone, revealing a black bra and shining skin that was moist with sweat.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked, his voice cracking.
"What does it look like I'm doing? It's hot out here and if we're going to be out here for several hours I'm not going to suffer through it anymore than I already have to." Olivia reasoned, heading back to the door to put the gps away.
"So all of a sudden, hanging out with your boyfriend for a couple hours is a bad thing?" Peter gave her a wicked grin that Olivia couldn't but chuckle at.
"Maybe not…" She gave him a sly grin in return and then slowly sauntered up to him until they were just a breath apart.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked again, sounding just a little nervous.
"Well I was going to try and make out with said boyfriend, but if he doesn't want to he should say something soon," Olivia said, her voice a little breathy as she glanced from his lips to his eyes.
Peter didn't even hesitate to capture her lips with his, earning a quiet squeak of surprise from her as she returned the kiss enthusiastically. Her arms wound up and around his neck to pull their bodies together and he fisted his hands at her hips as they each worked to devour the other. Peter groaned into her mouth when her tongue traced his lower lip and brought his own out to duel with hers. Peter forced himself to think about why they had decided a few weeks ago to take things slowly with them when this felt so right and so good, but he was having a hard time remembering. This was the first time they'd been truly alone to do more than chaste kisses and innocent touches and it felt like he was catching fire and it had nothing to do with the temperature outside.
Olivia's finger tips trailed down to trace the lines and planes of his chest and stomach and he shuddered under her heated touch. When her hands reached the waistline of his jeans she tucked her fingers under the fabric and roughly tugged him closer so their bodies collided and she trailed a wet path along his jaw and down to his pulse point with her lips.
"Mmmmm, Livia…" he murmured to the skies.
Her lips then moved to his ear where she gently kissed and nipped making his body tremble in need.
"I bet you can't catch me," she whispered huskily in his ear and before he could comprehend what it is she had said she had pulled away and was making a mad dash into the field of corn beside them, disappearing quickly in the thick of vegetation. Peter started in place before quickly following her, pushing past the tall stalks of corn and searching for her, quickly darting around to follow and flash of white-gold and her laughter – something he was quickly growing to love. He'd almost caught up with her when she darted to the left and he followed her into a clearing. Seeing that she was about to dart to the right he dove in that direction, taking them both to the ground laughing.
Olivia and Peter rolled a few times with their bodies pressed together, both laughing as if they hadn't a care in the world. When they finally came to a stop it was with Olivia on top of Peter, straddling his hips and their arms wrapped around each other. Slowly their laugh came to a stop as they stared down at each other, realizing that this was the first time they'd been this close and alone ever. Peter reached up with one hand and brushed a lock of blonde hair from her face to behind her ear before cradling her face gently and staring into her eyes.
"I'm done taking it slow," Olivia blurted making Peter blink rapidly and stare up at her stupidly.
"Wha?" He said thickly.
"I have to make myself more clear?" Olivia rolled her eyes before leaning down so that her lips brushed the lobe of his ear. "I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me." She whispered huskily, accenting each word.
Peter groaned out loud when she ground her core down onto his hardened arousal. She definitely could not be clearer now, but he wasn't going to give her what she was asking for. He didn't want a quickie in a cornfield meant to satiate their carnal desires temporarily – at least not for their first time together. Peter was going to show her exactly how much she meant to him and drive her mindless with lust in the process. Just when he had decided his next move Olivia gently nibbled on his ear lobe before kissing it and then moving down to his neck with those damnably amazing lips that he had always been fascinated by. His body reacted to her touch like gasoline and fire and he dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips to keep him grounded. Knowing he had to change the tables on her quick before she took complete advantage of their position he twisted his hips and flipped her onto her back, pinning her body to the warm earth.
Peter stole the surprised gasp from her lips with his own and plunged his tongue into her mouth, taking her by surprise. She arched her body into his and moaned when his arousal pressed itself against her lower stomach. Olivia squirmed beneath him in an attempt to feel more of him pressed against her and decided that he was wearing too much clothing. Digging her fingers under the waistline of his jeans she worked the button and zipper free and began tugging down in hopes that he'd take the hint and help her out. Luckily for her, Peter was way too damned hot and though he wanted to make this first time last he could make it last with less layers because otherwise he was going to faint from heat first. Wiggling his hips from side to side they both managed to work the jeans down and past his ankles and off completely. Olivia wasted no time in grasping his newly free erection and set to memorizing every inch of him while categorizing every sound he made for each place she touched. Working her way past the last barrier of fabric she almost whimpered when she felt the hot and velvety hardness beneath her hand and she knew she'd do anything to feel him inside of her.
Peter could already feel himself drawing close to a finish and he jerked his body back from hers to create space and break her hold on him. Olivia pouted and whimpered in loss until Peter finally got the clasp on the front of her bra free and his mouth immediately sought out a hardened nipple; sucking it into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue.
"Peter!" Olivia gasped, a jolt of electric pleasure shooting through her body making every part of her tingle in anticipation for more. He brought a free hand to palm her other breast and massage until she trembled in need. "Please, Peter. More," she murmured.
Peter could feel the tentative hold he had on his control slipping through his hand like sand as he pulled back so that between the two of them they could work their remaining clothing off. Olivia sighed happily when his naked body was finely pressed along the length of hers. Never before had something this good felt so right.
Peter traced along the curves of her body until he rested his hand on her hip and then moved it toward her center. Gently tracing the insides of her thighs he teased her until she thrust her hips up toward him in anticipation of his next move. Finally he parted her and gently mapped out the most intimate part of his partner before delving a finger into her moist heat and drawing out the sweetest noise he'd ever heard from her mouth. Peter captured her lips with his while he explored her until she was mewling in pleasure and need. He could already feel her close to the proverbial edge and though he wanted to bring her that pleasure he stopped and placed the tip of his erection at her entrance, silently waiting for permission which she granted with an anxious nod while they continued to kiss. Fighting the urge to enter her swiftly and in one motion he slowly inched into her, making her slowly stretch to accommodate him. Olivia's head fell back in abandon and moaned as her nerves caught fire with ecstasy while he slid into her.
"Livia…" he groaned into her neck when he was finally inside of her to the hilt. "So fucking amazing…"
Olivia wrapped her legs around him, locked her ankles together and thrust her hips up into him in hopes he would take the hint and begin moving. Much to her frustration he did begin to move but it was a slow and steady pace that was meant to drive her to the brink of insanity. Peter latched his mouth over her exposed breast and feasted on her as she writhed beneath him.
"Peter I swear…" she left the threat open as he hit a sweet spot inside of her and she gasped, seeing stars flash around her.
"So bossy," Peter grinned into her breast before playfully nipping at the sensitive nipple.
"Peter, please!" Olivia whined, feeling herself so close but not quite there.
"As my lady wishes…" Peter went from his snail's pace to one that stole Olivia's breath away as she tried to keep up.
Shockwaves of pleasure rippled through her body, building exponentially until she fairly screamed Peter's name as her body clenched tightly around him, pulling his release from him as he gave one last thrust into her.
"Livia!" He growled as his seed emptied into her and his body turned to rubber. Before he could crush her under his weight he shifted to the side and pulled her close.
"Promise me we can do this again and soon," Olivia whispered huskily, still trying to catch her breath.
"Once they have a taste of Bishop, they never go back," Peter grinned lazily and laughed.
Olivia laughed with him but gave him a gentle elbow shot in the stomach.
"Though I think I might be officially hooked on you now so this could work to both of our benefits," Peter said huskily as he kissed her bare shoulder.
"I think it just might," Olivia sighed happily. After a few minutes passed Peter reluctantly got to his feet and pulled her up as well. Together they got dressed and made their way back to the SUV as the sun was finally beginning to set. Olivia was about to climb into the driver's seat when Peter waylaid her and helped her up onto the roof of her vehicle.
"It's much cooler out here, don't you think?" Peter asked, laying them down so that she was curled into them as they stared up at the twinkling stars.
Olivia nodded in agreement and stopped fighting the butterflies and stomach flips as she laid pressed into the man she knew without a doubt she loved. She was just about to drift off when a soft boom met their ears. She opened her eyes to see red sparkles falling from the sky followed by another soft boom.
"At least we won't be missing the fireworks," Peter said softly, turning to see the reflection of the bright colored spectacle in her green eyes.
"I thought we created some pretty good ones on our own," Olivia joked with laughing eyes.
Peter snorted and shook his head. "Yes, we definitely did."