Chapter Three
Christmas Eve, Christmas and Boxing Day – December 2011
December 24th 2011 – Christmas Eve
Broyles, John and Dylan were catching up on sleep, so Charlie and Olivia were outside, just walking. Charlie and Olivia did that a lot. But Peter had come with them this time, holding Olivia's hand casually.
It had become quite crowded in the lab, with Dylan now a permanent resident within its walls, John never leaving Olivia alone with failing attempts to get her back, their boss always there, seeing everything that happened. It was the end of the world, but Broyles still managed to unnerve them.
Peter and Olivia managed to have few moments alone, just them, without the leering eyes of seven other people. What few kisses they shared had happened while they were outside, scavenging for more food, feeding Walter's desire for ice cream and maple candy (he refused to do anything without it). The kisses were long and passionate, but they both knew that they couldn't go any further, not in the lab, and when they were outside, they had a mission to do, they didn't have time to do anything but kiss, much to both Peter and Olivia's disappointment.
Charlie was the one person who had figured them out. He let them have what privacy they could get. He was glad she was happy, finally. John had broken her heart, but Peter fixed her.
They walked a different direction this day. Still keeping an eye out for Dylan's friend, Annie, but so far without success. But they had another motive this time.
They'd moved on to searching for whatever remained of possible Christmas gifts. The trio knew that it meant to world to Ella and Walter, and if they were able to celebrate Christmas, it would help the tension that was building, the thought that everyone was dead, and they'd be too, eventually. They were giving up hope. Astrid put on her best cheerful smile, but even Ella could see through it.
The third shopping centre they had raided actually had surviving items, its walls intact enough that they could walk around inside.
"I found . . . a hot wheels race track." Charlie tugged at it, stuck under fallen cement, "Wait, check that, half a hot wheels racing track."
"I've got barbies, candy and some children's play-make-up for Ella." Olivia called,
"Okay so we've got Ella covered. Now we just need things for everyone else." Peter called from behind fallen bricks.
They were at different ends of the K-mart.
"Hey, we should check storage; I mean they'd keep the good stuff back there." Charlie suggested.
About five minutes into rummaging around the back rooms, Olivia hit the jack pot. A large smile spread across her lips as she called for Peter and Charlie. They both laughed in amazement, who knew a K-Mart would have one.
December 25th 2011 – Christmas Day
Peter, Olivia and Charlie had offered for the night shifts, so the others wouldn't see what they were up too. They set up, wrapping the gifts in newspaper and whatever they could find. Walter had gotten up at one point to pee. He was about to walk out the lab doors when Peter hurried after him with several torches to keep an eye on him. The toilets and showers for only a few metres away, but it was night time, and one couldn't be too careful.
"Best Christmas ever." Charlie stated quietly. Olivia smiled in agreement. They were all together; they were some-what safe. It was a perfect Christmas (sure there were monsters waiting to eat them, but other then that).
As the sun began to rise, Peter turned to Olivia, handing her a small dusty box.
"I found this, under some concrete. I thought you'd like it."
Olivia opened the box. Inside was a gold charm. It was a vine encasing a bright blue gem. "I don't know if you'll be able to wear it, but"
"It's beautiful." Olivia looked up at him, her eyes full of love. She suddenly looked at her feet, "I didn't get you anything." She said solemnly.
"A kiss will suffice." Peter smirked,
Olivia leaned up to kiss him, Peter meeting her halfway. Her lips were soft, warm. It was a soft kiss; Peter could tell she was holding back.
Peter looked at her disappointed, but she just smiled, "When we're alone." He smiled back at her.
Charlie watched their encounter from the lab doors, having ducked out for the bathroom.
-Later That Morning-
Ella looked at Walter strangely as he bounced around the lab, happy as can be with his new sun glasses.
"Aunt Liv, Walter's being silly." She complained,
"Don't worry sweetie, he'll calm down soon."
"Good Job," Broyles congratulated. "And where did you find the Christmas tree?" he wondered. The green tree had no lights but was covered in tinsel and random decorations in a rush job down by Olivia, Peter and Charlie.
"Oh you know, just in the back of a K-mart." Charlie shrugged like it was no big deal, but Walter and Ella would disagree. They loved it, half-decorated and all.
The trio had found random nick-knacks for everyone else. Unopened scotch for Broyles, cooking mittens for Astrid (though she could no longer cook, she was still happy.), a six pack of beer from the supermarket for John along with a 9mm metal gun bottle opener, they weren't sure what Dylan would want so they went on a limb and gave him a small shaving kit and candy. Olivia and Peter gave Charlie a photo frame.
"What's this for?"
Olivia handed him a photograph. "I found this a while ago, I thought you'd want to preserve it." She handed it to him with a weak smile, unsure of what his reaction would be.
It was a photo of him and Sonia at the lab when they celebrated a successful case.
"Thanks, Liv. This means a lot." He gave her a huge hug, small tears running down his face.
They ate the candy, John sharing the beers around, Ella and Walter drinking juice and Peter and Olivia sharing as they were one short.
They had celebrated Christmas, everyone had fun opening their newspaper wrapped gifts, drinking, eating candy. Charlie conned everyone to play charades and Ella managed to guilt everyone into hide and seek, despite the lack of hiding places, everyone enjoyed it.
John couldn't help but notice the looks, the 'innocent' touches between Peter and Olivia. It wasn't till he saw them kissing out in the hall did he get jealous. He wanted Olivia back. And now Peter Bishop was in the way. But he refused to let it ruin the day, he'd think of something another day, hell, he had till the end of the world, correction, till the end of the world again to figure out what he was going to do to get her back.
December 26th 2011 – Boxing Day
John paced the lab impatiently. "Where are they? They shouldn't have been gone so long! How long since they left?" he turned to Charlie.
It was supposed to be a 'quick water/food run and be back before dark' thing.
Charlie checked his watch, "4 hours."
"Shit." John ran a hand through his hair. Looking through the barred window, the last pink and orange light of the sun fell under the horizon.
John wasn't so much worried about Olivia being outside at night, she could kick butt any day. He was more worried about her, alone, with Peter Bishop. The way they looked at each other made him jealous, extremely jealous.
Charlie placed a steady hand on John's shoulder. "Don't worry. They'll be okay. Peter's strong and Olivia's stubborn as hell, she'd kick butt before anything happened to her." He tried to comfort him,
All they could do now was hope.
POPOPOPOP
As Boston became wrapped in a blanket of darkness, Peter held Olivia's waist strongly, practically dragging her as she limped across the ground. They'd gone out for more water and essentials that Olivia and Astrid would both be needing in the next few days.
The cries of the emerging creatures caused Peter to scoop up Olivia, running full speed into the only standing nearby building, an apartment complex.
He slammed and locked the front door, before running up three flights of stairs till the top apartment. Placing her carefully on the floor, he locked, secured and closed the windows and doors, before urgently lighting a fire. Peter mentally thanked Charlie for giving him a cigarette lighter as a 'just in case'.
As the fire sprang to life, burning the small pieces of wood and paper, Peter settled down finally. "I saw this place earlier. Looks structurally sound, should be okay for the night."
Olivia lay down on the floor, arm over her eyes as Peter tended to Olivia's ankle, gently applying pressure and assessing what was wrong. Eventually he came to a conclusion, "It's just sprained."
"Seriously!" Olivia lifted her head to glare at him, "Certainly doesn't feel like a sprain." She whined.
He tore part of his shirt and bandaged her ankle. Olivia couldn't help but think this as very cliché.
"Well next time, keep an eye out for random pot holes, okay?" he laughed; he had never known Olivia to be so clumsy.
Peter's fingers lazily caressed her ankle, slowly moving up her leg. They were both silent, both watching his hands climb up her leg.
The fire crackled impatiently, the room slowly getting darker.
Peter snapped out of his trance, standing up, "I . . . I should get more firewood. Don't move."
Finding scattered wood in other rooms, he collected enough to last them the night. As he past a second room, he noticed the pile of dusty sheets. Dusting them off (they now looked more blue then grey) he took them with him. If they were to stay the night, they might as well be as comfortable as they could be.
When he returned, Olivia had hobbled over to the closed and bordered window, peeking through the gaps. Peter placed some wood on the fire, it immediately spring back to life. The fire illuminated Olivia's fragile figure, her curves, and the flush of her skin. Even injured and probably in pain, Peter still thought she looked beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to make the pain disappear, to make her melt in his arms, to hold her endlessly, to love her.
He took the blankets, placing several on the floor, making a 'soft-ish' bed for them to sleep on next to the fire.
When he was done he stood up, finding Olivia only inches away from him, her eyes glistening. She took one glance at him, biting her lower lip slightly. He gave her a confused look.
She smiled, pulling him down so she could kiss him. Catching on fast, Peter wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up slightly.
Their kisses became frantic and full of passion.
Every time they kissed, every time they tried to get closer and then their sudden realisation that they weren't alone, they were never alone. They had plenty of built up sexual energy just bursting to be released. It was painfully obvious, to both of them.
It was a frenzied blur, hands tearing, gripping at clothing. Their bodies flush against each other. Olivia ran her hands up his chest pushing through his hair. She pulled him closer; she couldn't get another enough of him. They stood in their underwear, Peter tracing the top of her breast lazily.
She kissed him again with force, pushing him back against the wall.
Peter pulled away slightly, his breathing ragged as she continued her assault on his neck.
"Liv, wait." She didn't listen, desperately kissing him. Her hand slid down his chest, teasing him through his boxers. He buried his face in her hair, her success made her smile.
She slipped her hand under the fabric, stroking him. He held his legs as they buckled from the pleasure. She continued to stroking him, toying with him. He could feel himself growing close, if she didn't stop, he'd be done before the real fun could begin. He pulled himself away from the sensations, grabbing her hands and pinning them to his chest.
"Olivia, slow down." He begged, she groaned in disapproval.
Peter took his chance to pull her to the floor, lying on the blankets. They hadn't even started yet and they were both sweating form the extreme heat of the fire.
He lay beside her, Olivia still annoyed at his slowness. She had been trying to get him alone for days and reckoned she was more sexual frustrated then he was. She tugged her hands free, dragging them through his hair, kissing him again. But again, he pulled them away, holding them above her head.
"No, you've had your fun. My turn." He wore a huge smug smile.
She huffed, her face pouting in defeat. He didn't release his hold on her hands, his free hand tracing down chest, hovering at her breasts. He moved his hand to her back, unclipping the clasp, throwing her bra to the side. It joined their pile of clothing that spread out over the floor.
He decided to have his fun with her, make her moan and beg, like she had him. He kissed his way to her breast, stopping just before her hardened nipple and kissing back up to her lips. As expected, she squirmed under him, letting out a loud moan of disapproval. He smiled mentally. While his lips kissed and sucked her breasts, his free hand slowly slide down across her stomach, down her waist, moving between her legs. She spread them willingly as Peter's hand pushed her panties aside, slipping a finger into her. Olivia moaned, loudly, her back arching into him, pushing against his hand.
He teased her, stopping every time he felt her getting close, her stiffen against him, shudder, gasp. And she hated him for it. He had released her hands so his other hand could caress her breasts. Olivia's hands clenched the blankets beneath them impatiently, she couldn't wait any longer.
She glared at him when he stopped again. She couldn't take it anymore. She was going to punish him for it. She pushed against him, rolling him onto his back so she straddled him. She leaned down, brushing her lips against neck, rubbing her body against his. As she lay on top of him, she dragged her hand down his chest. She sat up, guiding him into her.
It only took her a few seconds to adjust before she started moving her hips. She found a steady pace; she now wanted this to last as long as it could.
It didn't take long before her breathing hitched, she was getting close again. She gasped his name as all her frustration, her desire flooded out of her, her body rippling with thousands of sensations. Peter was far behind, his own climax pulled from him.
They lay still for a few minutes, catching their breath.
"That was way overdue." Was all Peter said. Olivia couldn't help but laugh in agreement.
They reluctantly got dressed again, the nights outside were quite cold. But as they settled down for the night, Peter pulled Olivia into his chest. She fell asleep easily. She was happy, happier then she had ever been.
During the night, Peter continued putting more wood on the fire, making sure it didn't die out.
Peter knew that once dawn arrived, they'd have to leave, return to the lab with no privacy, no silence, with a defence-brother-like Charlie, a jealous John and Olivia's boss, not to mention Walter making snide remarks about them getting together. Here, in this room, they could be themselves; they could do everything they couldn't at the lab.
It was just them.
But everyone knows, happiness only lasts for so long.
A/N: wow my longest chapter yet just me celebrating end of my exams, YAY, hopefully quicker updates now, but I'm alternating between this and another story.
Next up: Olivia discovers she's pregnant, Peter and John get in a fight and someone dies :O dun dun duuuummm (lol, I'm terrible at summaries and spoilers :P )