Being Pulled To Safety

by Emz2684

When Olivia Benson steps out into the road, she has no idea that a car was heading straight for her. Thankfully a tall handsome mysterious stranger pulls her out of the way just in time. As they start getting closer and start falling for each other people get involved and they are kept apart, can they reconcile and stop people from keeping them apart again.

40. Forget Breakfast

Olivia had thrown on Peter's shirt to go and make breakfast while he was still drifting in and out of sleep. Breakfast being coffee and toast, the only things she could make without burning. What she didn't realise was that Peter had crept out after her and was watching her from the kitchen door. God, how he loved to watch her. She was so completely unaware of how beautiful she was and the effect she had on him.

Absentmindedly she brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear and the brown strand caught the light, making Peter feel slightly light headed. She poured milk in their coffee and bent to put it back in the fridge, making his shirt skim higher over her bare thighs. She really had no idea how desirable she was, he thought. He was incredibly lucky to have her in his life. He couldn't stand and watch her for much longer, he wanted to touch her far too much.

As he walked towards her she heard his footsteps and turned to face him. "I thought you were asleep," she said in a quiet voice as his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

"How could I be sleeping when you weren't there?" he asked in a low voice. She didn't respond but closed her eyes in satisfaction as he slipped his shirt off of her shoulder, his fingertips lightly tracing her revealed skin. She sighed as he leant to explore her skin with his mouth. He made sure to kiss each and every one of her freckles that were dotted all over her shoulder. He loved the fact that she only had freckles on her left shoulder, not her right. It made her even more special. He had reached the juncture of her neck and collarbone.

"Don't stop," she breathed.

"What about breakfast?" he murmured against her sensitive skin.

"Forget breakfast," she told him firmly. He laughed briefly and continued to kiss her, inching closer and closer to her mouth. By the time he reached her jawbone she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled his head upwards and kissed his mouth firmly. He pushed her closer towards the kitchen cabinets and she ended up sitting on the worktop, their legs entwined together and their bodies merely a breath apart.

"A slightly compromising position," she said breathlessly with a smile.

"Actually, I think I have you right where I want you," Peter said with an evil glint in his eyes. But she didn't have the breath or the incentive to argue.

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