Peter couldn't stop watching her. Olivia was lying on the grass wearing much less than was usual for her. A white short sleeved shirt with shorts which were showing her shapely legs off to full effect. She was taking advantage of the unusually hot sunshine which happened to coincide with the first Saturday both she and Peter had had off in months. What she didn't realise was that Peter was watching her closely, absorbed as she was in Mary Shelley for the hundredth time.

Olivia was lying on her front and she had kicked her shoes off and was enjoying the light breeze running across her bare skin while the sun warmed her thoroughly. Peter watched the breeze run through her soft hair as she absentmindedly brushed it out of her face, her eyes returning to her book. He waited for long minutes, enjoying the view of a relaxed and unguarded Olivia without wanting to disturb her more than necessary.

Eventually he couldn't stand watching her for a moment longer and sat down on the grass next to her. Olivia flashed him a quick smile before returning to her book. He ran a hand through her hair, his fingers ending up on the skin of her neck and staying there. After a page or two she moved her hand to cover his and he could feel how warmed her skin was by the sun. He moved his other hand to the small of her back, the white fabric brushing against his hand.

"Not here," Olivia whispered, slipping her bookmark in and putting it down on the grass, finally looking him in the eye. "Public place, its just not a good idea."

"Don't you have any self restraint?" he queried with a raised eyebrow that made her laugh.

"I'd prefer not to answer that," she said.

"Why?" Peter asked resuming stroking her hair in a way she found difficult to resist.

"Because I used to have a lot of self restraint," she said, sitting up. But Peter kept running his hand through her loose and messed up hair anyway. "And it was always exercised when it came to you. But… Since we've begun to be… us, restraint hasn't exactly been at the top of my list."

"So what has?" Peter asked genuinely curious.

"Making up for lost time," she said seriously, a hint of sadness clouding her eyes. But it didn't last long. Ignoring the passers-by he moved and captured her lips in a kiss that left no room for anything apart from the enjoyment of the moment. The long moment. When they broke apart she made a gorgeous quiet satisfied noise under her breath with her eyes closed. A sound that made him lean back to her and kiss her briefly once more.

"What was that for?" she asked, her eyes sparkling in the sunlight as her fingertips touched her lips softly.

"Because I love you," he said softly. She was about to reply when he shook his head. "Don't say anything. Just go back to your book and give me an image to remember." Liv blushed but did what he asked, her bare feet curling up under her as she became absorbed once again in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

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