After the transient passing of a few glorious hours of undisturbed sleep, Peter gradually opens his eyes, blinking to focus his bleary vision. He hungrily drank in the untroubled form of the bare woman lying still, sleeping easily at his side. His gaze followed the gentle cadence of the rise and fall of her chest as she quietly respired. He grinned as he subtly swept his fingers down her side, causing her to stir momentarily. He continued tracing his fingers along vagrant paths across her back, unable to refrain from caressing her smooth, satiny skin. Rousing from the calm repose she had acclimated to in the generous warmth and security of his arms, she let her fingers flit over the sinewed contours of his chest and the rugged planes of his abdomen. Awakening at last, her eyes flutter open and she smiles sweetly up at him. Her silhouette glows in the brilliant daylight that radiates intrusively through his curtained window, its increasing luminosity indicative of midmorning. He finds her hushed incandescence enchanting and lounges leisurely whiling away idle minutes before speaking.
"Hi," he murmured gruffly, his thick voice plagued with sleep.
"Hi," she mimicked in a mellow tone.
He exhaled deeply, locking eyes with her as she brought her hand up to trace the outline of his strong jaw with her elegant fingers. They wandered their way up his unshaven cheek and continued on past his temple, diffidently skirting his hairline before raking through his hair. She pulled him into a drowsy but passionate kiss. Their mouths parted, tongues intertwined, as their lethargy ebbed into an energy that was rapidly gaining momentum. She wove one of her arms down, lacing her fingers with his.
She ended the kiss to raise her head and look down at him. Regarding him with amorous joie de vivre, she said with a lilt in her voice, "Good morning."
"Indeed," he hummed drolly, tucking fallen strands of hair behind her ear and running a thumb across her cheek.
She laughed as he rolled them over so she was bathed in the permeating sunlight, and he showered her with doting, tender kisses. His prickly stubble tickled her skin, and she teasingly swatted at his shoulders, wriggling away from him. She cleverly evaded every advance he made in attempt to pursue her, leaving them both chuckling lightheartedly. They quieted, sighing and catching their breaths. Suddenly, perplexity beset her features and her searching eyes darted around the room.
"What?" he inquired, knitting his brow.
"It's quiet," she stated conclusively.
"Hmm? It's usually not this... Oh god, Walter," he said urgently.
"Yeah," she replied concurrently, nodding her head.
"I have no idea if he came home last night or not," he stated obviously, then cursed under his breath, "Shit."
He ran a hand frustratedly over his face, muttering self-deprecating expletives. She grabbed ahold of his hand and shushed him. He glanced at her with an expression of wild confusion.
"Listen," she said.
He watched her watching the ceiling as they both strained their ears. He distantly heard the faint noise of someone shuffling around in the kitchen. He sighed in relief, and relaxed until their present situation fully hit him. He gawked at her stupidly.
"What?" she said unfazed.
"Walter is downstairs," he explained as if she should understand.
She looked at him, not comprehending whatever it was he was trying to get at.
"In the kitchen," he expounded.
"Yes?" she questioned.
"You have to walk past the kitchen to get to the front door," he explained fretfully.
She laughed softly and said, "Peter, I know how I got here."
"But, but Walter's in the kitchen," he stated with exasperation.
"Your point is?" her voice trailed off teasingly.
"Olivia," he spoke pragmatically, "you do understand that once he realises that we spent the night together, we'll never hear the end of it, right? Not that I want to hide whatever this is from everyone," her brow knit in mild confusion, but she didn't interject, "but as soon as Walter knows, he won't leave us alone. So, unless you're prepared to face an incessant incursion of Walter's wonderfully traumatising reminiscence of his past encounters, not to mention a particularly detailed lecture, we need to find you a way out that doesn't include parading past Walter."
She nodded her head in agreement while stating, "You've got a point."
"So," she mulled, "What do we do?"
He shrugged, "I guess we can wait and listen for him to hopefully leave the kitchen some time soon?"
They both shifted in the bed preparing to get up and gather their clothing when an unexpected knock stopped them dead in their tracks. They both swiftly scrambled back beneath the covers as quietly as possible and lie together, holding their breaths.
"Oh, Peter?" Walter called gleefully through the locked door.
"What do you want, Walter?" Peter grumbled, never taking his eyes off of Olivia, who was biting her lip.
With a cheery tone, Walter inquired, "I'm in the process of making breakfast, and was just wondering if Olivia would be joining us."
Peter's eyes widened in minor panic and a nervous laugh silently escaped Olivia.
"Walter, I don't know what-" Peter tried in vain to cover up their current predicament, but was abruptly cut off by Walter.
"Oh, please, how oblivious do you think I am? I noticed Agent Dunham's vehicle in front of our home when I came in last night. I'm not that clueless!" Walter said sounding far too amused for Peter's taste. He then added inconspicuously, "Does she like waffles?"
"Waffles sound great, Walter, thanks," Olivia answered.
Peter raised an eyebrow at her and she smirked, "What? I love waffles."
"Oh, good morning, dear. I was beginning to worry that you'd lost your voice, which wouldn't be surprising after-" Walter started saying.
"Walter!" Peter cut him off immediately, nonplussed, "Go."
"Well, it's not exactly as though the two of you seemed concerned with..." they heard him mutter testily as he made his way back to the kitchen.
Peter groaned and pulled a pillow over his face, "Oh my god."
"Could be worse," Olivia pointed out matter-of-fact, then smiled warmly at him as he peeked up at her from behind his pillow.
"Come here."
They laughed as he pulled her into him and kissed possessively before reluctantly leaving his bed to dress for breakfast.
Fin.