Peter and Olivia were at his apartment on Saturday night Noah was at a sleep over with one of his friends. Peter and Olivia were sitting playing cards.

"Hit me."

Peter raised his eyebrow teasingly and laid down on his side, his head propped up by his arm. "Are you sure?"

The bed shifted like a wave as Olivia tucked her knees under her body and looked down. Her lips curled up in a nervous smile and she bobbed her head in response. She lifted her eyes and met Peter's smirk. "Yes," she said defiantly. "Hit me." He pushed a card across the thick, light bronze silk comforter. Her fingers brushed over his as she covered the card and his hand with hers. "Thank you," she said softly as she pulled the card back and turned the corner up. "Damn," she muttered. "Twenty three."

"The blouse." Peter snickered as she flicked the card back at him.

Olivia stuck her tongue out at him and kneeled up on the bed. With a teasing smile and an arched eyebrow, she gently pulled up the bottom of her patchwork smock top. Peter grinned as the smooth and lightly tanned skin of her stomach peeked out from under the rising fabric. She giggled and pulled the shirt over her head and let if flutter to the floor.

"Now we're getting somewhere," he muttered as he dealt each of them two new cards. He lifted the corner of the face down card and glanced at it. He heard Olivia sigh and he looked back up at her. Her blue eyes drew intensity from her navy blue bra as she glared down at the cards in front of her. "Problems?"

"Not at all," she answered sweetly, the glare fading away. She looked at him expectantly and smiled. "I'm standing."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" he teased.

Olivia leaned forward, affording him a full shot of her cleavage. "Positive."

He shrugged nonchalantly and flipped over his cards. "Nineteen."

She nodded and met his eyes. "That is impressive-"

"The bra-"

"-but so is twenty." Olivia smile turned smug as she flipped over her set of cards. "Read 'em and weep, darling." She sang along with the song softly in French as Peter sat up and pulled off his collared suit shirt.

"You're a showoff," he mumbled as he let his feet hang off the foot of the bed.

"Oh," Olivia scoffed playfully as she crawled across the bed and into his lap. She caressed the side of his face and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Poor Peter." She giggled as his arms wrapped around her waist and his hands traveled up her back to the clasp of her bra. "And you're naughty," she whispered in his ear.

"It was your idea to play 'Strip Blackjack'," he reminded her.

"Only because I don't know how to play 'Strip Poker'…and that was your idea."

"That's right. It was." She missed his grin as her head fell back and his lips fondled the fragrant skin of neck. "Delicious," he whispered, his faint breath tickling her flesh.

Olivia reached behind her to push Peter's hands away from the clasp. She leaned back up as his lips fell away from the side of her neck. "Deal."

He passed two cards to each of them, pulling the excess pile next to them. His eyes continued to watch her over the top of his pair as she took another card. The words to the song fell from her lips softly as she shifted in his lap and considered her hand. He reached up and traced the thin strap of the bra that hugged her shoulder and down to her breast. His hand cupped the soft mound of flesh gently before he gave it a slight squeeze. Her arm tightened around his neck and she bit her lip as his mouth found the swell of her breast.

"Oh God," she gasped as he pulled down the satin material of her bra cup. The cards fell from her hand as he pulled her closer to him and captured her nipple in between his lips. Her fingers wove through the hair on the back of his head as tongue and teeth created a counterpoint as they alternately teased her.

When Peter heard her breath run shallow and come out in a rasp, his eyes looked up as he trailed kisses away from her breast and up her to her throat again. "I've got," he managed to say in between kisses, "seventeen."

A slight groan escaped from her lips as the cool air from the fan hit her exposed breast and chased away the warmth that Peter showered it with a moment ago. "Fifteen," she gasped.

As they reached jointly for the bra clasp, their fingers knocking together, he smirked at her. "You had all those cards and only a fifteen?"

Olivia shrugged as Peter slid the straps off her and pulled the satin away from her body. His arms wrapped around her, replacing the cool she felt as his fingers trailed up the smooth expanse of her bare back. "So it goes," she whispered as she pushed herself off his lap.

"Where are you going?"

She turned away and looked back, a brilliant smile flashing over her shoulder. "Nowhere." Her head rolled back and her hips swayed as she hummed along with the jaunty beat of the music. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down. The wide flares fell to the ground in a heap as she kicked them off. She pulled the hairclipd out of her hair and shook her head as the dark hair tumbled around her shoulders.

The amusement rang out from his eyes as he sat silently and watched as she removed the matching satin and lace trimmed panties. He grabbed her swaying hips and pulled her to him gently. The lips met briefly before she pulled away and whispered teasingly, "You're a tad bit overdressed."

Peter looked into her eyes and conceded her point by leaning back on his elbows and grinning broadly. She smiled and leaned over him, her lips and tongue trailing down his chest. Her hands braced his arms down as she blew a soft stream of air over the skin that met the waistband of his pants.

She smirked wickedly as he shifted uncomfortably her fingers unwound from his arms and moved down his body, nimbly undoing the button on his suit pants. She slid further down his body and clenched her pearly white teeth around the metal hook of the zipper.

He balled his hands into fists and sighed as her head bent over his fly, her hair fanning out across the flesh of his waist. The zipper buzzed softly open as she moved off his body and kneeled before him. His eyes managed to focus on her, pulling off his socks.

Olivia glanced up at him as she grabbed the hem of his pants, tugging them gently off his body. He raised his hips as the crisp material whistled over legs before falling into her waiting hands. She pushed his pants aside and stood up. "Only thing left," she said softly as she climbed back onto the bed and kneeled over him, "is this." She reached out and snapped back the elastic band of his boxer shorts.

Peter pulled his legs back and kneeled up in front of her. "They're all yours, Liv." He smirked as she tucked her fingers inside the waistband and wrapped them tightly around it. She pushed the boxers down and leaned against him as his hands grabbed hold of her hips.

The boxers pooled around his knees as he pulled Olivia flush against him, her breasts flattening against his chest. "You…," he whispered as his finger traced a path from her hairline to her jawbone.

"Me?" Her eyes closed as he nuzzled the side of her face and her arms rested heavily around his neck. She gasped softly as she felt him spreading her legs with his and grabbed his shoulders tightly as entered her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the now familiar feeling of him coursed within her. She wrapped her arms around his back, her fingers streaking pink trails of friction across his skin.

His arms locked underneath her arms and splayed against her shoulder blades. His cheek rested against hers and the sound of her heavy breathing rushed past his ear, disrupted by her gasping plea, "Harder, Peter-" His name caught in her throat as he obliged her wish and increased his speed.

She moaned loudly, the noise echoing throughout the bedroom. He watched her eyes glint when he crushed his lips against hers. Sharing air now, her moan was swallowed by him as he continued to thrust his hips into her. Her lips burned red when she broke away, her forehead resting against his and her pants falling on his lips. Her long moan ended in a gasp as she shuttered and narrowed her eyes.

Her moan rumbled in his ears, sending him over the edge as she collapsed against him. "God Olivia," he groaned as he clenched her shoulders, leaving behind deep red imprints in her unblemished skin. Her back glistened with sweat and her hair stuck heavily to the back of her neck. He gathered her hair to the side her back shuddered with heaving breaths.

Cradling Olivia in his arms, Peter yanked the comforter up and laid her back against the pillows. The sheets were cool on her back and she closed her eyes as kicked the cover sheet down to the foot of the bed and wrapped his arm around her. Her heart pounded in her ears and she felt Peter's hand run through her hair. As he kissed her temple, the pounding died off and the flames in the pit of her stomach cooled. She struggled to open her eyes as she mumbled, "Peter?"

His thigh brushed against hers as he hushed her and pulled her deeper into his embrace. "Just rest, Liv."

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