Song: I Want You To… by Jem

Getting Caught

Peter and Olivia walked through the front door, laughing, and hung their coats up in the hallway.

As Olivia closed her eyes and took a deep, happy breath, she felt Peter's arms slip around her, "You know," he whispered in her ear, "We have not had this house to ourselves in three days." He nibbled a little bit on her ear and planted soft kisses on her neck.

She giggled as him kisses ticked the back of her neck, and stepped forward breaking his embrace, "That's not fair, Bishop. You can't just have all the fun," She said seductively, lacing her arms around his neck.

He put his hands on her hips, "Hmm, well I'll make you a deal. We do this my way and I stop the back rubs."

Olivia gasped exaggeratedly, "I have to earn that," she said with mock astonishment.

"Everything comes at a price… Sweetheart."

Olivia growled, "Call me that one more time and-" Peter's lips cut off her words as he pushed her against the wall and kissed her deep.

Peter put his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him and used the other one to let down her hair, her bangs staying neatly pinned back. Olivia's arms wrapped tighter around Peter's neck as he sucked on her neck, her eyes falling closed.

Peter's lips returned to hers and she growled beneath them at the sudden release of pressure on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms tighter round him, dragging him down. He braced his hands on her hips and pulled up so that her toes were barely touching the ground. She yelped sharply and giggled in surprise. She brought her knees up and hooked them on Peter's hips, intertwining her ankles and he supported her weight on her hips.

They moved to the living room and Olivia dropped her feet before he could drop her on the couch and pushed him down. His eyes opened at the unexpected turn. Olivia slipped into Peter's lap and began to kiss his neck.

"I've been sleeping with you for a week," he said breathlessly, "How could I not know you were this kinky."

Olivia sat up, flipping her hair out of her face, "I am not kinky."

"Whatever you say, baby," Peter gripped her cheeks and pulled their lips together again.

He ran his hands down her thin sides to her hips and began to unbutton her short from the bottom. She began to work on his belt and he untucked her shirt and ran his hand up her back, feeling the edge of her sports bra.

"You really should invest in some bras that unhook in the front," he said when he got a break, "It'd make this so much easier."

"When have I ever made anything easy for you, Bishop?" She kissed him softly then leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "The uniform's not going anywhere."

He turned and kissed the side of her neck where it was readily available for him and whispered back, "Right now its going on the floor," He bit down on her lower lip and pushed her shirt off her shoulders, leaving Olivia in her tank and bra.

"Olivia?" They heard a voice from behind them and both looked up to see Walter standing in the doorway.

Olivia moderately panicked and hopped up from the couch, getting her shirt off the floor.

"If you two are going to do that you should not do it in a place that someone else is coming home too," Walter sounded somewhat scolding, but it just made Peter want to laugh, "Even if I know its happening, I don't want to see it… and use condoms," Walter paused and looked up at the stairs them back at them, "I'll go upstairs now so you can do whatever it is you're doing…" Walter turned slowly and went up the stairs.

When Peter and Olivia heard a door shut, they looked at each other, Olivia biting her lip, and both broke out laughing.

By: Caithrine