This is the last part of Dampness. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks for the feedback and for reading!
Part 6
The room was silent, for what seemed liked hours. In reality only a few minutes passed. "Should I head back to the apartment?" Peter finally broke the silence first. He wasn't sure what he hoped would happen tonight, coming here. Actually he hoped he'd get a decent night's sleep in her bed. Though he knew that was a long shot.
"No," Olivia shook her head, emitting a heavy sigh. "You want to talk about your dream?" She offered not knowing if it was still on his mind. It was all she could do to change the subject, settle her heart down.
"Not particularly," he smiled weakly. Talking about it wouldn't really help. Though he wanted her to know what he was going through, he didn't want to give all the details. It was a nightmare, it would be best forgotten. "I know you haven't been sleeping well. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really," she smiled weakly. "Guess we have something in common," she breathed staring at him.
"We have a lot in common," Peter answered giving her a smile in return. Maybe they grew up in different worlds but they were here together now. "It's getting late. I should probably head back."
"You don't have to leave." Olivia breathed.
"Are you sure?" He stared at her, locking eyes, wondering what she wanted. She hadn't said anything and yet her offering her home to him, was a huge step.
"It's just sleep, okay?" She smiled chewing on her bottom lip feeling her cheeks burn, "no fondling me in the morning," she laughed trying to cut through the tension.
"Damn, just what I was looking forward to," Peter chuckled watching as she stood up.
"Come on," she reached for his hand, leading him to her bedroom. "I'm not sure what I have for you to wear to bed so you might just have to strip down," she teased him, trying to feel at ease again. She saw he was wearing what looked to be something he'd slept in earlier.
Peter smiled back at her, "only if we're in matching pajamas again." His eyes moved over her apartment, taking in every detail as he entered her bedroom. He felt her hand slip away from his and watched as she opened her dresser drawers, pulling out pajamas. He came up behind her, his hands at her sides, peering over her shoulder. "Anything sexy in there?"
"Yeah, maybe," she laughed giving him a look as she shut the drawer and turned around to face him. Her back was to the dresser and she only realized now how close he'd been standing. Her heart skipped a beat.
Peter leaned closer, "let me see it on you," his breath tickled her lips but he didn't kiss her. Not yet.
"What do I get for it?" She whispered, her eyes falling to his lips feeling her breath growing shallow. She wanted to lean in, take a taste from his lips.
"What do you want?" Peter smiled watching her, seeing her lean closer as her eyes grew heavy. He knew what he wanted but he'd wanted it for awhile. He wasn't sure she was ready for it.
Olivia smiled, "I asked you first," her eyes found his stare.
"That's such a cop out," Peter laughed finally pulling back trying to break the heat between them. As much as he wanted to kiss her, push her against the dresser, touch her body like he had that morning, there were consequences for his actions. Losing her was not an option. Scaring her was something he felt he'd already done that morning. He wasn't making the same mistake twice. Next time, when it happened, it would be real. He was sure of it.
"Maybe it is," she laughed walking by him, finally letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "I'm going to put this on. You wear-whatever it is you want to bed. I won't be but a minute." She smiled heading for the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Peter watched her close the bathroom door, a smile on his face. He was glad the playful banter was back and they seemed to be their old selves again. He hated worrying about her but she seemed happier now. He hoped he was the reason.
Olivia opened the bathroom door, coming out in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. "You're wearing that to bed?" She smiled, "and I was hoping I'd get a glimpse of you naked tonight. Damn." She laughed teasing him, walking around to the bed, turning off the light before climbing in.
Peter climbed into the empty side, making himself comfortable, stretching out, lying on his side, staring at her. "You tired?" He asked knowing he felt wide awake but he knew it was late and he'd be exhausted come morning.
"Not really," she smiled weakly. She was tired before he came over. Talking to him, being in his proximity made her not tired.
"Any ideas what we could do to help us fall asleep?" He was teasing her.
Olivia smiled, "we could count sheep."
"We could. I have a few other ideas of things to count." Peter smiled shifting closer.
Olivia stared at him, wondering what the hell he was thinking about. "Okay. I'll bite. What other things?"
"Your freckles," he reached out, his arms grabbing her hips, pulling her closer, feeling her stomach flutter with laughter.
"Peter!" She shrieked. He hadn't so much as tickled her but just his touch, her nerves, made her laugh.
"Come on, you're bathed in freckles, I just know it!" He ran his hands over her back feeling her squirming in his grasp and laughing. Gently his touched slipped beneath her top grazing her skin watching as her body leaned closer into his, her head finding his neck.
"Peter," she laughed gasping for air, feeling his hands stilling but her heart was still racing. "You've seen me in a bathing suit," she smiled knowing he'd looked more than once when she'd gotten ready to enter the tank.
"Yes and I saw tons of freckles," Peter nodded, smiling brightly at her. "I didn't have the chance to count them though."
"Oh you poor baby," Olivia laughed gently pushing Peter onto his back, staring down at him. "You're crazy, you know that?"
Peter smiled up at her, "it must run in the family." They both shared a laugh. "I am crazy though, Livia."
"Yeah?" She nodded, her lips smiling down at him, "I'm not surprised."
"Crazy for you." Peter chuckled wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her close to him.
"Do you use that line with all your girlfriends?" She laughed. It was so incredibly cheesy! She couldn't believe anyone would fall for it. She'd heard a lot of horrible pickup lines at the bars but she thought Peter was above all that.
"Oh that hurt." Peter joked, "I might just have to get even with you." He smiled staring down at her, rolling them around her body pinned beneath his.
Her breathing deepened as she felt his body snuggly fit over hers. "Peter," she rasped staring up feeling the room sweltering. Her body began throbbing much like it had that morning except this time he didn't take things a step further.
"Tell me you love me and I'll let you go," he smiled finding her hands, pinning her down to the bed.
"No way," she smiled glad he'd lightened the mood even if it was in flirting with her. She didn't mind being trapped beneath him, she knew he'd never do anything to hurt her.
Peter gasped, "no?"
"No, I like this," she smiled giving him that much as a confession. "Go ahead, pin me down anytime you want."
Peter leaned down, his breath tickling her neck, "and why's that Agent Dunham?"
"Aside from the obvious?" She smiled, her eyes moving over his face and down to his lips. She leaned up wanting to kiss him, her body still trapped down on the mattress and Peter pulled back, wanting to give in but enjoying this dance between them just as much.
"It's not obvious to me. Elaborate." Peter smirked.
"You're an incredibly handsome partner," Olivia answered a smile on her face. "You're intelligent. I think you can figure out the rest."
Peter laughed, his grip on her hands loosening but not giving up entirely. If she wanted to fight him off she easily could but he suspected she wouldn't. "So you mean to tell me, you're turned on right now?" His eyes were dark, letting a spark burn between them.
"I'm telling you I want you to kiss me," she rasped staring up at him, her eyes growing heavy.
Peter leaned down, his lips hovering above hers, waiting dragging it out. "And if I don't?" He smiled knowing he would, it was only a matter of time. He released his grip on her hands, moving them into her hair.
Olivia leaned up, "you will," she breathed, capturing his lips with hers, taking a taste, her fingers finding their way into his hair, along his neck, pulling him tighter and closer. Her body craved this contact and he willingly obliged. Her tongue teased his lips apart, seeking entrance, wanting and needing more.
Finally he pulled away, breathless, his heart pounding. He wanted more but they'd both decided earlier it wouldn't happen tonight. "We should slow down," he rasped resting his forehead against hers.
"What if I don't want to," she answered staring deep into his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Livia," he smiled wanting to satisfy every desire she had. "I don't think I can say no to you."
"Good," her lips melted onto his, her body wrapping itself around him, pulling at his clothes, wanting nothing between them. Together they rolled around aimlessly, undressing one another, trying to strip every barrier between them. "Peter," she gasped feeling his breath on her neck and his hands parting her thighs, touching her beneath the blankets.
Her eyes closed as she rolled onto her back, feeling Peter follow her, climbing above but not lowering himself yet. He watched her expression before leaning down taking a taste from her lips. His fingers wandered over her curves, stroking and touching, moving down her body with kisses.
"Up here," she breathed, letting her eyes open though a struggle, as her hands found his arms, pulling him to her. "Want you," she mumbled lazily finding his lips again, sharing another intense kiss as his fingers slowly moved down her stomach. She rolled them around, wanting Peter beneath her, smiling deviously down at him. Her hips straddled him, her hands roamed along his chest, staring down, smiling and teasing, dragging this out.
Peter leaned up, his fingers moving into her hair, pulling her lips down and her body came crashing with it. Another moment and he rolled them around, pinning her body beneath his again. His hands found hers, pushing them down into the mattress, keeping her beneath him, trapped. As much as he loved her dominating him, that would be for another time. Tonight he wanted to be in the control.
Olivia smiled up at him, her eyes dark and shined with desire, waiting for him. She shifted beneath him, spreading her legs further, trying to use her hips to work him up, make him ready. He kept her pinned to the bed but she didn't care, she felt his lips on hers and then her neck. It was driving her crazy! She always knew when this moment came, it would be unbelievable. Never did she feel as though she'd explode.
Finally she felt one of his hands loosen their grip and her hand moved down between them, stroking him, touching him as she leaned up finding his lips, taking a taste full of hunger and yearning. She guided him inside her warmth, moaning as he filled her, her head dipping back as her body arched off the bed. As cliché as it was, they were a perfect fit.
Her fingers found his back, pulling him tighter and closer, feeling his muscles at her fingers. His skin was warm, her heart sped up with each breath they shared together. Their bodies moved as one, his hands finding her lower back, pulling her with him, inching them closer as his lips hovered before leaning down again and again. Each kiss was better than the last. Each breath came out labored as the room sweltered.
Her fingers struggled to stay on his back, one hand squeezed the bedsheets, not wanting to hurt him as the sensation overwhelmed her. Her insides tightened, his body swelled and together they came crashing down, gasping for air.
"Wow." It was the only word she could manage to get out. Her heart kept pounding, her eyes opening smiling as the only sight in front of her was Peter smiling down at her.
"Thank you," he breathed leaning down kissing her.
"For?" She laughed smiling up at him, never having been thanked for sex before.
"This morning," Peter kissed her softly, "not going crazy on me when I told you the truth."
"You know the entire time I felt bad for taking advantage of you!" She laughed wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers finding their way into his hair.
"Take advantage all you want," Peter smiled, "I looked forward to it."
"I bet you do," Olivia laughed leaning up capturing his lips yet again. She never wanted this moment to end. She never wanted to let go of him, afraid that he could be gone as quickly as everyone else in her life she was close to. She couldn't live her life looking over her shoulder though. She didn't want to think about tomorrow for tonight, she had him, in her bed.
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