THE GIRL NEXT DOOR – chapter two
The next morning was awkward to say the least. Olivia didn't know why Peter seemed to be staring at her, not questioning it, too busy listening to Walter's experimental ramblings, she went about her day as normal. Peter doubted she was really paying attention to Walter though.
Every time Peter looked at Olivia all he could think of was Kate's hands touching her. Kissing her. Pleasuring her. Peter wanted it to be his hands touching her. Him kissing her. Him pleasuring her.
Walter had opted to eat while working, so Peter and Olivia had retreated to the office to eat lunch away from the decaying smell of flesh. Chinese food and dead bodies do not mix well.
And now Peter struggled to get comfortable as he mentally undressed the woman sitting opposite it. Not that he didn't before, but now it was much, much worse. he couldn't help it. Piece by piece her clothes came off.
He moved in his chair for the fifth time since they'd sat down, the strain in his pants becoming unbearable.
This time Olivia looked at him, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, trying hard to not let his voice croak. He stuffed more of the fried rice into his mouth, giving him an excuse to not speak for a while.
"Okay. Thanks for dropping off my blazer last night. I didn't realise I'd left it." She smiled at him before continuing to eat.
Peter mumbled a 'Mm hm' and continued to eat. After a few minutes he hadn't realised he was staring at her again. But she had. Placing her chopsticks in her container she sighed loudly,
"You've been staring at me all day. What's wrong?"
Peter swallowed his food, trying to think of an excuse.
At that moment Olivia's phone went off.
Saved by the phone. Peter thought. Taking a deep, calming breath he focused his attention completely on his fried rice and honey chicken.
Olivia shifted in her seat, answering her phone.
Seeing the caller ID, she answered it with a happy voice,
"Hey . . . . Having lunch with Peter . . . . Yeah, I'm not really able to escape. Walter's in the lab." She laughed at the reply, "Yeah, I'll see you later." She hung up.
"Who was that?" Peter inquired.
"Kate. She wanted to know if I could help her with something." She said it so coolly, so calmly. If only she knew what she was doing to him right then.
I bet I could guess what that something is. Peter thought.
oOo
It was only 10:20 and Walter was already driving Peter nuts. Running around the house, pouring liquid into beakers of other liquids. Creating, mixing, and occasionally exploding.
Peter had had just about enough. He wanted to see Olivia. See a normal, sane person. Grabbing his coat he left Walter to his own devices. He didn't care if the house burned down. He needed to get out.
He knocked several times with no answer. Maybe she's out? Or asleep?
"Peter?" Olivia opened the door. She wore her MIT shirt and just her panties. Her hair was messy, bed hair? Peter thought, and she looked annoyed, like he'd dragged her away from something.
She opened the door to let him inside as he took in her appearance.
Rolling her eyes, she asked, "What's Walter done now?"
This was one of the 'rituals' that they'd started. Whenever Walter became unbearable, Peter would crash on her couch. Walter was able to care for himself much better, and could be left alone by himself. His midnight visits had occurred 4 times in the last fortnight.
"Explosive experiments."
"Yes, you may sleep on the couch. Just—" Olivia was interrupted by a voice from behind her.
"You must be Peter."
Peter looked behind Olivia, seeing the brown haired woman, Kate, wearing nothing more than short shorts and a singlet. Her shorts had a Winnie-the-pooh 'iron-on-sticker' in the bottom corners.
Looking back at Olivia, Peter smirked coyly, "Nice pyjama's ladies." His grin never slipping. "Did I interrupt movie night?" it made sense. They were neighbours and the only one's on this floor. They could walk back and forth in their PJ's and not worry if anyone saw them.
Kate opened her mouth to speak but Olivia beat her to it, "Actually yes." She turned around and walked over to Kate, whispering something that included the word "sorry" in her ear before disappearing to her room. She returned moments later wearing shorts in a pale blue fabric. Kate and Olivia exchanged looks as Olivia went in search of spare blankets and a pillow for Peter.
Curious, Peter wondered how many other movie nights he'd interrupted by crashing on her couch.
"Do you do this often?" he asked Kate. He followed her as she walked into the kitchen. Pulling out three glasses.
"Mondays, Thursdays and usually over the weekend if Liv's free." Kate answered, "Whiskey?" she asked him, holding up the bottle of Whiskey Olivia enjoyed,
"Sure." Peter took the glass of whiskey Kate offered him, "you're the second woman I know that likes her drinks." They both smiled.
Olivia entered the kitchen holding a white sheet and small pillow. "Oh Kate can handle her drinks. She can walk a line test after half a dozen shots."
"Oh no, there's two of you." Peter joked. Kate laughed. Olivia punched his arm, struggling to contain the slight smile on her lips.
After a few drinks, Peter decided to head to bed, or would it be couch? He figured Kate would leave when she and Olivia finished talking and drinking. He succumbed to sleep in a matter of minutes. Walter and their long day had left him stressed and tired.
oOo
Peter woke sometime around 1am. He'd only slept for a few hours. Wondering to the kitchen he filled himself a glass of water, drinking it eagerly. The cold liquid soothing his dry throat. He was about to return to the couch when he heard something
He could hear voices coming from behind the door that lead to Olivia's room. Curious, he approached. The closer he got the more he could swear he heard moans.
Silently opening the door, as to not disturb Olivia if she was in fact sleeping. Seeing the sight in from of him, he felt a sense of déjà vu.
Olivia laid out on the bed, legs spread, hands clutching at the sheets around her. A thin layer of sweat lined her body, her chest heaving with every sharp breath. She laid there, naked and glowing, completely revealed to him.
Her moans grew louder, head thrown back against the pillow, mouth open. Her back arched and her body shuddered as she came.
Kate moved from between her legs, kissing up her stomach, stopping to kiss her breasts for a second before kissing her passionately on the lips.
Peter stood there, staring in shock (and secretly, enjoyment).
Olivia moved, flipping them so she straddled Kate. That movement caused her eyes to lock with Peter's.
Olivia scrambled to pull the sheets over Kate's body, uncaring of her own.
"Peter, what the hell are you doing in here?" Olivia yelled.
"I . . . um . . . I . . ." he choked on his words, his eyes glued to Olivia's body.
'Peter!" she was angry now.
Peter just stood there, frozen, staring at her. His eyes roamed up and down her body noticeably.
"What? It's not like you haven't seen me naked before, Peter." She said with an acid tongue. The memory of her alternate harshly pulled him back to reality.
In all honesty, Olivia wasn't mad that he was there, neither that he had seen Kate naked, nor that he had seen her (and her alternate) naked. All in all she was so aroused already, if Kate wasn't there, she'd probably have jumped him, ripping his clothes off and forgetting their worries. But Kate was there. And Peter made no movement to indicate he was going to leave. She was just angry to be interrupted. She didn't get many free nights without paperwork or some case.
Kate sat up, sheet wrapped around her body. She gave Olivia a quick kiss before standing, letting the sheet drop to the floor. She walked around the room, collecting her clothes and dressing.
"I'll talk to you in the morning." And with that she left. Olivia waited until she heard the front door click shut before exploding at Peter.
"Stop Staring!" Olivia pulled the sheet around her body. She wasn't uncomfortable or self-conscious. But the more Peter stared the more aroused she became. And she wouldn't admit defeat.
"You're naked. I can't help it." He smirked at her, his eyes moving down her body again. Sheet or no sheet. He knew what was underneath it. And that made him smile even wider.
Olivia groaned in frustration, running a hand through her hair.
"What's wrong?" suddenly concerned, Peter took a step closer to her bed.
Before Olivia could make up an answer, it all came blurting out,
"Things are good with Kate. She doesn't expect anything and she's kind and she respects my privacy. She's perfect for me. She doesn't ask questions about my job and she understands my work hours." Olivia explained, hand still clutching the sheet to her body.
Peter was confused as to where this was going.
"But, you. Everything's complicated. With the things we know. The dangers. We can't ever have a normal life. Being with Kate is as normal as I'll ever get. I thought you were perfect. You were kind, caring; you'd protect all of us in a heartbeat. You're still like that. But . . . things changed. Things happened." Her eyes dropped, "I tried to move on. But every time I looked at you I saw her. That you'd prefer her over me. It crushed me, Peter. Just thinking about it." Olivia sighed. "And then I met Kate. And I forgot all about you, all about us. About what had happened. I was happy." She said, "and I know I should be angry that you've pushed yourself into that, into my personal life, my happiness. You always seem to find a way to wriggle yourself into my life. But for some reason I'm not." She said that last sentence as if she had suddenly changed her mind. As she talked, she remembered all the things that had made her fall in love with him.
"You know, I'm kinda waiting for you to realise what I just saw and shoot me. Is there a gun in here I should know about?" Peter asked, hoping to lighten the tension that hung low in the air.
The more she talked, the more Olivia felt her control slipping. She couldn't help but drag her eyes over his body, noticing the bulge in his pants. She couldn't help the smirk that appeared on her face. Just seeing that he was as aroused as she was, the wetness returning between her legs, the coil in her lower stomach shifting slightly at the thoughts that ran through her head.
"Look, Liv, I'm sorry for," he gestured to the bed and her and the sheets in front of him, "interrupting. I mean, sure I suspected. I saw you in the hall. Before I dropped off your blazer, but I didn't mean to 'wriggle' as you put it, into your life." Peter apologized slightly,
"I should go."
He hadn't even turned to leave when she spoke,
"Do you want some help with that?" she nodded to the now-painful bulge in his pants.
"Wait, what?"
She stood up, sheet still close to her body as she stalked towards him.
"Do. You. Want." she pronounced each word individually. "Some. Help?" on the last word she took the last step forward, standing within inches of his body and letting the sheet drop to the floor, leaving her naked in front of him.
Peter didn't need a second thought. He moved the last few inches, kissing her with all the force he could without hurting her. She moaned into his mouth at the contact.
Her hands made quick work of his shirt and pants. Her fingers brushing over the top of his boxers before slipping inside to stroke him. He involuntarily bucked into her hand, a stifling groan escaped his mouth. Olivia smirked, wrapping one leg around his thigh, pushing their bodies closer, grinding against him.
"Are you sure?"
"Would I be standing here naked if I wasn't?" she laughed, pushing his boxers down the rest of the way, leaving them on the floor.
Peter hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked them to the bed. His arousal pressed against her hot centre caused her to moan. The friction was just enough to send sparks through her body.
Peter hovered above Olivia, kissing down her neck, lingering over her breasts. Impatient, Olivia thrust her hips into his. Getting the hint, Peter spread her legs wider, moving between them. He held himself at her entrance before slowly pushing into her.
Their moans filled the room, their kisses long and passionate as he moved inside her.
Peter could feel Olivia getting close to the edge, tightening around him as he moved.
"Oh Peter." She moaned, her hips meeting his every thrust as her orgasm grew.
Her walls clenched around him as she came. The movement threw Peter over the edge with her, emptying himself inside of her.
They lay spent, bodies tangled on the bed, trying to catch their breaths.
Peter pulled out of her and rested on his side to look at her. Stroking her cheek he kissed her.
Olivia turned, so their bodies were pressed together, facing each other. The last thing Peter saw was Olivia closing her eyes, falling asleep with a warm smile. Maybe they could move on. Sure, things had been better, but they weren't great, not just yet. Maybe this helped; maybe she could be happy with him again.
When Peter woke the next morning, the sheets next to him were cold and empty. She wasn't there. Upon further inspection of her apartment, he realised that she had left already.
He dressed and decided he might as well make a cup of coffee before leaving. Walter would need a lift to the lab, so Peter would need some sort of caffeine to wake him up if he was to drive there. Seeing a white piece of paper on the kitchen bench he picked it up and read it.
'Lock the door when you leave.' Was all that was scribbled on it. Peter felt his heart fall. Such a plain, blunt message was just like Olivia. Well Olivia since she'd learnt the truth about Peter and her alternate.
Peter knew it would be a long day.
**A/N: I don't really like this chapter as much, but I've written it and reedited it so many times I kept coming to the same conclusion, so I thought I'd upload it and just see what you all think.
I've deleted Butterfly Effect and probably will scrap the whole idea.