Chapter 4:
She didn't feel the car stop or the engine shut off. She didn't hear Peter's voice either but it was the brush of his hand against her skin that sent her eyes flying open. She noticed he wasn't in the drivers seat but at her door open and he was leaning slightly inside the car, his hand moving further away.
"Sorry I couldn't just carry you up," Peter smiled weakly, "elevators still out." He nodded towards the darkened building.
Olivia didn't try to hide the yawn as she unbuckled herself. She watched as Walter stood behind Peter, quietly talking to himself. She couldn't hear quite what he was saying but her focus was more on Peter anyhow. "What happened to taking me home?" Olivia asked pulling herself from the car. She held out her hands for the keys.
"You're coming up, staying the night." Peter insisted, closing the car door behind her as she stepped out. He locked the car with the keys and then shoved them quickly back into his pocket so she couldn't take them and drive home. His hand moved to her lower back, guiding her towards the front door. "It's already almost three in the morning and in a few hours we'll have to be back at the lab. It'll give us both a little more sleep if you just stay here and sleep. I'll even be the perfect gentleman and I'll take the sofa."
Peter pulled out the front door key and carefully made his way inside. He pulled out his cell phone, using it to light up the entranceway as they headed cautiously up the stairs.
Olivia yawned again, this time, her hand finding the rail as she walked up behind Peter, feeling Walter practically on her heels. "I can't believe your building doesn't have any lights in the stairwell."
Walter laughed, "there's lights when it's not a blackout Agent Dunham."
Olivia nodded slowly, "of course." She wasn't about to argue with logic or with Walter Bishop. She followed Peter up to their floor, waiting for him to unlock the front door as she carefully walked in behind him.
"I'll grab a flashlight," Peter offered, "Olivia do you think you can manage to lock up the front door behind Walter?"
Olivia reached into her pocket, using her own cell phone for light as she secured the lock on the front door. "Done."
Peter finally came back into the living room handing Walter a flash light, "here you go." He gave it to Walter before finding Olivia's arm, "I'll show you to your room." He offered.
"No flashlight for me?" She guessed he only had one or else he was purposefully doing this so he could touch her. The thought as quick as it had come vanished as she let him lead her down towards the bedroom.
"Only have the one and trust me, Walter will need it more than either of us." Peter guided her towards his bedroom. "Do you want to borrow something to wear or just sleep in your work clothes?" He asked wanting to be as helpful as possible.
Olivia laughed, feeling Peter's hand move from her arm. She reached out, smacking him in the chest. "Sorry." She quickly apologized. Her eyes tried adjusting but it was complete darkness. Even the street lamps were dark outside. With her arms out, she felt the mattress and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, sliding out of her shoes. "Actually, since I'll have the bed to myself, I think I'll just sleep naked. Goodnight Peter. Close the door on your way out."
"You are going to kill me, you do know that?" Peter groaned imagining her naked breasts against his cool sheets.
Olivia smiled shaking her head, forgetting for a brief moment Peter couldn't see her. "Seems you're doing it to yourself. If you'd have just dropped me off at home you'd have your own bed to sleep in." She teased. "Goodnight Bishop."
Peter nodded walking towards his dresser and feeling around found a pair of boxers and t-shirt to wear to bed. "Goodnight Dunham." He answered heading out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Olivia waited a few moments, hearing the house creaking as Peter walked further away and down the hall. With a sigh she slipped out of her pants and shirt, tossing her clothes on the floor. Ordinarily she'd have done a better job of keeping them wrinkle free for the morning but it was dark and she didn't want to walk into anything.
Climbing beneath the covers her eyes shut instantly and she felt herself drawn quickly towards sleep.
It didn't take long for morning to come and Peter was grateful that it was finally time to get up. As much as he needed more sleep, he'd spent the entire night tossing and turning. He glanced at the clock, knowing he'd need to wake Olivia soon and Walter would be waking up at any moment. Thankfully he wasn't awake yet which would give him a few minutes to get cleaned up and showered.
Sighing, he realized he needed to go into his room to get a fresh change of clothes for work. Moving off the sofa he headed towards his bedroom, giving a soft knock. He didn't hear anything and quietly turned the handle to the door poking his head into the room. She was still sound asleep.
The sunlight was streaming through the curtains and Peter quietly tiptoed towards his dresser, hearing the squeak of the drawers as he did his best to keep it quiet.
"Peter?" He heard her voice and turned around. She looked like she was still asleep. Was she dreaming about him? It had to be wishful thinking. He walked towards his closet, quietly opening the door as he pulled out a shirt and pair of pants for work turning around and seeing her looking at him. His breath caught in his throat seeing the swell of her breasts peeking out from her black bra.
Olivia caught his eyes staring and glanced down pulling the covers up around herself more. It wasn't as though he'd never seen her half-undressed. She'd gone into the tank on more than one occasion wearing not much more than she was wearing now. Except the intimacy of the situation right now was entirely different and the bra she was wearing was a bit more see-through and lacy. She felt her skin flush and held the sheet tighter not letting him see anything else.
"Sorry I—I was going to shower. I was trying to get my clothes without waking you up. I guess I didn't do such a great job." Peter gave her a smile. "The lights are back on. At least in the house. I'm hoping the lab has electric as well today."
"If not I think we can get a generator until its back up and running." Olivia yawned her eyes glancing him over, realizing only now what he was wearing-boxers and a t-shirt. She tried not to stare but was failing miserably.
"I put some coffee on. It'll be a few minutes until it's ready but I thought you might want some before getting into work." Peter was pretty tired and he knew that with only five hours of sleep, Olivia was likely exhausted as well.
Olivia nodded, "sounds good. Thanks Peter, for letting me stay in here last night."
He laughed moving to sit at the edge of the mattress beside her. "Don't mention it but next time, you're sharing the bed with me."
She moved to sit up slightly, forgetting to hold the sheet as tight, "if you'd have dropped me off at home as planned then you'd have had your bed last night." Olivia gently reminded him. "Besides was the couch really that bad?" She reached out, her fingers moving towards his neck, gently massaging the kinks out. "Better?"
He moaned softly giving a slight nod. "Yeah. Hopefully a hot shower will do the rest. Thanks, Olivia." Reluctantly he stood up, his eyes trying desperately not to stare but he was
Olivia's phone buzzed on the table beside the bed, she reached out seeing it was Broyles calling her. "Dunham." Olivia answered watching as Peter gave her a faint smile before taking his clothes and quietly heading out of the bedroom for a shower.