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Peter decides it is time to make things right.

The Hitch-Chapter 6

Peter Bishop stared at a chemical formula for the fourth time in five minutes without enlightenment. He gave a heavy sigh of frustration and shut the composition book. Glancing up at the old clock on the wall he saw it was 4:30PM. Just a little while longer, he said to himself. He leaned forward to see Olivia still sitting in her office with her glasses on, staring at her computer. Closing his eyes he rubbed his head with both of his hands. WHAT are you worrying about? Relax. Thinking some caffeine might help Peter made his way to the lab door and turned around. "I'm gonna grab a soda. You want one?" he asked Astrid who was totally engrossed in her own work.

"No thanks," she replied smiling. She watched as he walked out into the hall and shut the door behind him. He's been restless all day, she thought to herself. I'll bet he's gonna ask her tonight. The thought made her smile and chuckle for a few moments before she returned to her reading.

Peter took a long pull on his Sam Adams Light as he took in their surroundings. Under any other circumstance he would have been totally relaxed right now. The food had been wonderful, the music, the atmosphere, and her. The way the subdued lighting accentuated her blonde hair and softened her facial features made him want to lean over and kiss her.

"What?" Olivia asked innocently, smiling.

"Nothing. Just thinking we should eat out more often."

Olivia gave him a look knowing there was more to it, when their waitress appeared with their chocolate dome dessert, two forks, and coffee.

"This looks sinfully delicious," she said cutting into the aromatic mound of chocolate that looked like a brown igloo. She had the fork halfway to her mouth when she paused and pointed it at him. "You first."

Peter didn't hesitate and leaned forward wrapping his mouth around her fork, his eyes on hers the whole time. Once her fork was empty Olivia pulled it back as Peter closed his eyes. "Mmm. Delicious."

Olivia cut her own piece and ate it, shaking her head in agreement with him. "Yes."

Peter cut another forkful, thinking it a safe time to test the waters. "So how are we doing, 'Livia? Are you OK with where we're at right now?" He pulled the generous serving of gooey chocolate off his fork with his mouth.

Olivia shook her head in reply. "Yeah. I'm OK. You mean with you staying over every night so far?"

"Well, that too."

"Yeah, I'm OK. But we're going to have to tell them at some point you know."

Peter smiled at her, trying not to burst. "I know. We'll figure out when the right time is."

"I know we will," Olivia acknowledged taking the last bit of chocolate from the plate.

"So why are we at the Prudential Center?" Olivia asked Peter as he handed his credit card to the woman at the Skywalk Observatory desk.

"Have you ever been up to the top, 'Livia?" he asked her putting his card back in his wallet.

"No, but I've heard you can pretty much see the whole of Boston up there. Why?"

"C'mon," Peter said laughing and taking her hand. "Let's go up and see if they're right."

It didn't take long for the elevator to make its way to the top. The doors opened and only a few yards away was endless glass and the lights of Boston below them. Olivia's mouth fell open and Peter tried to memorize the moment. He squeezed her hand in his. "It's incredible isn't it?"

Olivia didn't answer him right away as she was in awe of her surroundings. She silently let him lead her around the entire 360 degree view, taking it all in.

"They say on a clear day that you can see a hundred miles away." They kept walking, Peter in the lead. He observed that there were only three other people there and led her to the corner furthest away from the others.

"It's...amazing."

Peter could feel his heart racing and his palms start to get sweaty. "Olivia."

There was something in his voice that made her pull her eyes away from the view to look at him. His eyes were the most intense shade of blue she had ever seen.

"This view is nothing compared to you. YOU are amazing, Olivia Dunham." Without warning Peter got down on one knee and opened the ring box that had magically appeared from nowhere. Something big and shiny caught the light. The sight before her made her freeze and she thought of pinching herself to make sure it was real.

"I would ask you to marry me but we've already done that. So I'm asking if you will take this ring, Olivia, which should have come first, to know that I will always be with you, if you'll have me."

Her hands were over her face in shock. Peter got up and grabbed her left one. He removed the ring from the box, shifting it to his other hand in order to tuck the box back in his jeans pocket. Then he switched it to his other hand and carefully slid it onto her ring finger. Olivia gasped when Peter withdrew his hand. The diamond was huge. The ring was perfect. And she hadn't expected any of this, really. She took one more quick look at it and then studied his face, which was a mix of happiness and seriousness.

Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a rough, lingering kiss. Then she pulled back to look at him. "Peter-" she said in a half whisper.

"I love you, 'Livia. Sorry we did it backwards."

Olivia laughed. "No it's..." She laughed again more heartily and looked at him. He was beaming.

"It's...Let's go home."

As soon as Peter closed the door Olivia practically attacked him. She latched onto his lips with her own, kissing him roughly, tugging his pea coat off. Peter quickly caught on, pulling her pea coat off and throwing it on a chair. Her hands tugged at the buttons of his oxford shirt, working on them by feel alone as she continued to kiss him. He opened his mouth to her and they groaned almost in unison. She had trouble with the last two and Peter laughed into her mouth as he felt her rip them off and heard the sound of buttons scattering on the hard wood floor. With more dextrous moves he undid the buttons of her white blouse in record time and threw it on top of her coat. He sighed in her mouth when he felt her touch the wedding band on its chain around his neck.

They separated for just enough time to get a decent breath and rejoined in another heated kiss. Olivia's fingers stumbled to his jeans and she unsnapped his fly and worked his zipper down. Peter was right behind her in his timing, having successfully unbuttoned her work pants. He gave a silent cheer of victory as he got her zipper down faster than she did his. He gave her pants a shove and felt them slip to the floor.

After they separated for a second breath and resumed their mutual oral assault, Olivia finally got his pants unzipped and tugged them down his thighs. He toed them off and she stepped out of hers. Then she pressed him back closer to the wall. Peter abruptly unlatched his lips from hers. "No. Not this time," he said panting. "Bed." Not giving her a chance to reply he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the stairs. They raced up the stairs with Peter in the lead, moving as fast as possible without falling. After they cleared her bedroom door Peter shoved her roughly down onto the mattress and leaned down over her. There was the clink of metal as his wedding band hit hers on its chain around her neck. "Wait," was all Peter could manage breathlessly as he reached back and undid the clasp on his chain. He leaned over and set it on her bedside table.

Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her. Once she had him on top of her almost crushing her with his weight, their pelvises grinding into each other, she flipped them with effort so that she was on top, straddling him. Peter fought the effort to flip them back over and instead pushed her black athletic bra over her head, throwing it into the unknown. He ran his hot hands down her sides relishing the shiver it caused in her as she reached down to extract his boxers. She had to lift up to pull them down. Peter helped by lifting his hips to aid her efforts. After she threw his boxers into the unknown she smiled up at him.

"You are so beautiful, Olivia," Peter told her as he hooked the sides of her panties with both index fingers. Olivia moved off him and in one fluid movement removed them and threw them into the air.

She returned quickly and reminded him that she was in control by grabbing and stroking him. "Uh," was all he could say in response to her actions.

Before he could even reach out to touch her Olivia pressed onto him smoothly and steadily so that they were joined. He pulled her face to him and kissed her as they moved awkwardly at first but soon had a rhythm. "Incredible," he whispered as she moved back a bit. It wasn't long before he could feel a tinge of muscle movement all around him and he knew she was only a little closer than he was. Peter watched in fascination as her eyelids fluttered and her sounds changed as she came undone. "Peter," she called to him. Mere seconds later she pulled him with her. "Olivia," he called out to her as he fell over the edge.

Minutes later they came back into themselves sweaty and totally spent. Joyous. Peaceful. Olivia moved off him but stayed close. He kissed her forehead and moved back a few inches to memorize the sight of Olivia Dunham in afterglow. She was even more beautiful to him. He smiled at her. "My wife," he said sleepily.

"My husband," she returned in an equally tired but happy voice. They both closed their eyes, enjoying the comfortable quiet, and let sleep overtake them.

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