So I've never been good at writing smut, that will probably become apparent here, but I hope it's worth something. One more part to go after this. I own nothing but ideas.

Part II:

Olivia carried the pizza while Peter carried the alcohol in a brown paper bag. She hadn't perked up much since the lab, still lost in her thoughts of work and the deteriorating world. As they walked up the stairs, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, to which she gave an appreciative smile, but it was forced and Peter could tell. He didn't make a fuss about it. He'd make her relax one way or another.

As they entered her apartment, he noticed it was much different since the last time he'd been there. There were quite a few new pieces of furniture that had replaced the ones he remembered. He wasn't sure when she had the time to go shopping for such things, but knowing her, she'd probably made special time to obliterate the presence of her alternate from her apartment.

Olivia shucked her boots and kicked them towards the door. "Make yourself comfortable." she put the pizza down on the coffee table and shrugged out of her coat and scarf. "I'll get us some plates and glasses."

He shrugged out of his own leather jacket and draped it on the pole used for a coat rack. Peter maneuvered the stacks of files, highlighters and pens that adorned her coffee table. He looked over into the kitchen while she was gathering silverware and couldn't help but think how heavy her mind must be.

They ate dinner in a relative silence. Olivia had felt comfortable enough to curl up into Peter's side and rest her head against his shoulder as she ate. He was quietly overjoyed at the position they were in. Feeling bold, he draped his arm around her waist in her half-lying position. She picked a piece of pepperoni off of her slice and held it out to him. Peter smiled and nipped at it, taking in a bit of fingers with it.

He nuzzled her hair with his nose. "This feels so good."

She chomped her last bit of crust and went to lick her fingers clean, but her hand was snatched away from her. Olivia met his eyes for the first time since the lab and watched him as he kissed and licked away the last bits of sauce off the digits. His eyes never left hers as he cleansed her.

"You know there are things we need to talk about." she fought to control the tremble he was causing in her voice. Olivia was fascinated that such a small touch from him could practically leave her quivering.

"We'll have all the time in the world to talk. Right now, my mind's wandering elsewhere." he stated as he moved down to her palm, then to her wrist, kissing and nipping the sensitive flesh. Olivia sighed as a rush of heat surge through her arm, down to her stomach, and spread throughout her system from there.

Taking her response into consideration, Peter continued the path up her arm, kissing her through the fabric of her shirt until he reached her neck. He was immediately overwhelmed by her scent. The light flowery scent of the perfume she'd dabbed on that morning overcame his senses and he couldn't help the rush of excitement that washed over him. Peter found her pulse point quickly and drew it between his lips.

"Peter, stop." Olivia breathed headily. He was reluctant, but he did stop.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Peter rested his hand against her cheek.

She closed her eyes for a second as she drank in that sentence. Two years ago when he would call her that she would write him off as an arrogant asshole. Now that the term had a whole different context, she could hear him call her that all day long for the rest of her life.

"Not here. Not on the couch." she rose and held her hand out to him. "Not like a couple of impatient teenagers."

"Does it make a difference if that's how I feel right now?" he gave her a cocky smile and took his hand in hers. She gave him a tight lipped smile, but Peter knew it was a genuine one. The light reached her eyes that time.

"Didn't you ever hear that cliché 'good things come to those who wait'?" she asked as she led him to the bedroom.

"Yeah, but I've learned through life that better things come to those who take." he whispered as he backed her into the wall just outside her bedroom. He laced their fingers together and raised them above her head. Her face flushed a bright pink as her eyes lit up with pure desire. Pulling his body flush with hers, he crushed her lips with his, his tongue patiently awaiting entrance to her mouth. She wasn't granting his request very promptly.

He pulled back just a little. "Baby, please let me in…please." Olivia whimpered just a little before she relented, letting him sweep his tongue through her mouth before she joined the game. Peter felt her whole body soften slightly and used her lack of awareness to his advantage. He kept her wrists pinned above her head with one hand while the other came down to the front of her blouse, popping buttons free rather skillfully as he did so.

"Not your first time around the block, is it Bishop?" she asked playfully when he let her come up for air. The front of her shirt was wide open, revealing to a sad Peter that she was wearing a camisole underneath. He pulled her to him and backed her towards her bed, which he also noticed was completely refurbished with sheets and comforter.

He felt guilty for already being invited to this room previously without her permission. If he could only turn back the clock and everything had been the way it was supposed to be. He might be in the same situation if things had happened differently, but he doubted he would feel like a nervous teenager. Peter pulled her shirt off of her before he scooped her up and placed her gently in the middle of the bed when he noticed something. "No bra?"

"Built-in the tank top. Paper-pushing day and who says I couldn't make it a little more comfortable?" She smiled coyly, which went straight to his head. He pulled off his own sweater, leaving him only in his jeans, and crawled in after her. Watching her with warm eyes, he let his gaze drift over every perfect contour of her face. When he noticed a short lock of hair had escaped her rigid ponytail and covered one olive green eye, he pushed it back behind her ear, gently tucking it in securely.

"I had no idea you were such a romantic." she giggled. She was nervous, as well. After all they'd been through together, there was no doubt in either's minds that what was going to happen tonight would be nothing short of incredible, but both were thinking in the back of their minds about the repercussions. Where would this go? How would it change their working relationship? Would the FBI ultimately interfere because they were in an intimate relationship while working together? Questions all that would have to be answered later, as Peter was working on leaving a love bite on her neck.

He smiled against her skin, tickling her with the stubble on his chin. "Only with you, sweetheart."

Olivia grinned, "So cheesy."

"So true." Peter replied. He reached up to find the elastic at the back of her head, pulling it out and letting the golden waterfall of her hair spill out. He ran a hand through it twice before he spoke again. "So beautiful."

She pulled him down to her for another searing kiss. Their mouths battled passionately while his hands roamed her still cloth-covered body. One hand found her breast which made a perfect fit, like one piece of a puzzle interlocking with another. Olivia moaned at the connection, the deprivation of her body becoming very apparent. Her heart was pounding in her chest so loudly she could hardly hear her heavy breathing.

Peter gave her a chance to breathe. He was reasonably excited and had to take a moment himself to gain some sense of control. In his mind, he felt he needed to make this as good for her as it could be, to prove to her that it was her he loved with every fiber of his being. Hands trailing over her, he skillfully removed the rest of her clothes, leaving her completely vulnerable to him. Her eyes were glued to his face as he came up to meet them. Realization struck him, "Am I glowing?"

Her features saddened visibly as she gave the slightest of nods.

He leaned down, his nose brushing hers. "I promise you, I'm not going to let anything hurt you right now. If I in any way hurt you tonight, I want you to tell me to stop. I know it's been a long time…"

"Peter, just…" Olivia silenced him with her voice, her nails scratching the back of his shirt lightly. "Just make me forget everything for a little while."

He nodded as he let her undress him, let her set the pace at which he would gladly fall into rhythm with. They fell into a languid melody of learning each other's body's in a slow, torturous rollercoaster. Olivia's nails produced welts on his back and Peter's mouth covered her in love bites, the irritated flesh purpling to his touch. They went on for a long time just manipulating each other, one the puppeteer of the other. When Peter finally did silently ask for her permission, all she could do was kiss him in reply. He pushed forward slowly, being careful when he encountered resistance, which he did. She squinted a little as he pushed through. Moaning when he could go no further, he gave her some time to adjust to him before he asked. "You okay, sweetheart?"

Olivia nodded into his shoulder, her breath heavy. She wanted to speak, to whisper into his ear, but when she tried no sound came out. He began to pull out ever so slowly so that when he was almost completely unsheathed, he rammed right back in with considerable force. Olivia whimpered loudly in surprise.

To Peter, it was as if he'd just heard a siren calling out to him. "Oh, baby, do that again." He reached down between them and massaged her as he started to pull back again.

"Peter-" Olivia was cut off by another thrust, this one even more powerful than the last, drawing another whimper from her lips. She clutched him tighter and wrapped her legs around his waist, needing to be as close to him as she could be. "Don't hold back. I won't break." she breathed into his ear.

He increased his speed just a little. Peter relished every little sound that came from her. Even the smallest of moans sent him into her a little faster. She even asked him to go faster, a request he complied with immediately. Her walls began to flutter around him and he knew she was close. He kissed her as he brought her over the edge, swallowing her cries as he followed her into the abyss.

Moving to her side as not to crush her, Peter didn't let go of her for a second. Olivia's grip on him tightened on him as he moved, her breath coming in shallow pants against his shoulder. He rolled onto his back and brought her to lie on top of him. Her head rested just underneath his chin and he combed through her disheveled hair with one hand while he let the other drift over her back.

Peter couldn't stop the smile that overtook his face as he stared at the ceiling. His heart was doing backflips in his chest as she laid fairly limp against him, like a rag doll that someone had just thrown at him.

Olivia began to tremble against him, gooseflesh breaking out in earnest across her arms and legs. "Cold sweetheart?" She simply nodded and nuzzled in closer to him. He pulled the blankets up around them and wrapped his arms around her.

"Please stay here tonight. I don't want to wake up and think this was all a dream."

"You won't. I promise." And with that, she drifted off to sleep.

Please R&R