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Two sets of hands, limbs, and mouths meander over gleaming, exposed bodies sparked with arousal. Large calloused hands gently rake honey colored hair while smaller hands snake over a bare chest. The kiss only deepens as seconds go by and they move to and fro passionately. Large hands migrate their way down another's body and begin to caress. When the kiss breaks, her mouth opens and one word escapes her lips.
Peter.
God, he loved how she groaned his name in longing.
Peter!
Peter stopped kissing when he realized the noise coming out of Olivia's mouth did not match her own voice.
"Peter!"
Peter's eyes darted open and he was met with two old-soul, gray eyes.
"Oh, my God," Peter mumbled in embarrassment and forlornness. Peter kicked back the covers and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"Peter, as I've been trying to tell you, the bathroom has been occupied by Agent Dunham for a very long time. Now, I've been very patient but she's not responding to my request. Son, I don't think I can hold it any longer," Walter said matter-of-factly.
Oh, shit, Olivia.
"Walter," Peter began while jumping out of the bed, "go use the lobby bathroom." Walter simply nodded and mumbled something about inconsiderate, drugged blondes.
A small knock on the bathroom door startled Olivia. "'Livy, it's me. Can I come in for a second?" Peter asked, the despair evident in his voice.
Blame etched Peter. He knew he shouldn't have fallen asleep or at least have been more careful. He only prayed that Olivia hadn't done anything stupid while he was asleep.
"Okay," she whispered so soft he wasn't sure if he actually heard her or if his mind was playing tricks on him again. He thanked his lucky stars that he wasn't still noticeably excited.
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