A/N: okay this is part two of my two part apology for the long wait on this update. Hope you like it and please forgive me.

PREVIOUSLY

For the first time in a very long while, Peter dreamt. Not about monsters, or some case, or the creatures that hunted them. Instead, he dreamt about the baby, about his and Olivia's future. He wanted the baby so much. But what if none of them survived for the child to have a full life? What if they all died, leaving the child alone in this horrible place for a world?

What if Olivia died before the baby could be born? His happy dreams of their future quickly turned sour as he remembered their situation.

The end of the world.

It's no place to raise a family.

Chapter Six

February 2012

Two and half months. Olivia stood in front of the bathroom mirror, holding her shirt up. She had been staring at her stomach for at least 10 minutes. Olivia still couldn't believe she was pregnant. There was only the slightest bump, but to anyone around, it was unnoticeable.

Peter stood, leaning against the bathroom wall, arms crossed, watching as Olivia tried different angles in the mirror, trying to find the baby bump. She groan in displeasure when she came up fruitless in her search over her body. Huffing in defeat she dropped her shirt.

They still hadn't told Walter or Broyles, or John. Olivia wanted to keep it a secret until it was plainly obvious. She couldn't admit it herself; proof was what she needed, the bloated stomach, morning sickness... but two months into her pregnancy and . . . nothing. She'd thrown up once, but that was because Broyles hadn't cooked the rice properly and it was still raw, either that or the baby really didn't like uncooked rice.

Peter walked up behind Olivia, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her into him. She sighed against his touch, leaning back against his chest. Both had been stressed. Ella was having nightmares about the creatures, which took up most of Olivia's time, while Peter dealt with Walter and his continuing experiments. Walter wanted to continue looking for a weakness, something that would poison the creatures, kill them, all at once.

The creatures hadn't given up. They still walked around outside the lab, occasionally one would head-butt the door, but once realising it was a fruitless attempt, would leave. For the past few weeks, Peter and Olivia rarely had time by themselves, to talk about their situation, what was to come, let alone have 'alone' time together.

Olivia had managed to get Ella to sleep, even though it was midday, she slept soundly, Astrid keeping an eye on her between reading her books she had found. John and Charlie were doing the usual routine. Search for survivors and anything they can use. It was only Broyles, Walter and Astrid in the lab.

All of a sudden, the bathroom seemed very inviting.

Peter placed soft kisses down her neck as pressed her body further against his.

"Hi." he said between kisses,

"Hi." Olivia mirrored.

Peter snaked his hands down her body, relishing the sounds that escape her soft lips. He brushed his fingers over the waistband of her pants, fondling with the button and the zipper. Slipping his hand under her panties he felt her body tense under his touch. Olivia's breath hitched as his hand slipped lower and lower down her body. He continued his assault on her neck, his breath lingering as his other hand pushed up under her shirt, caressing her skin just below her breast, teasing her.

Olivia turned in his arms, pushing him against the bathroom wall, and kissing him passionately. He returned, by lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around him, and setting her down on the bathroom bench.

He kissed down her neck as his hands roamed her body. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. She didn't want any space between them. She ran her fingers up under his shirt, tracing over his bare back. She lifted his shirt over his head, Peter reluctantly removing his hands from her body to throw the shirt to the floor.

Peter did the same with her shirt, leaving her sitting in her bra and jeans. He attached his mouth to her neck, kissing down her pulse point, enjoying the moans he was pulling from her lips. He sucked at her skin for a bit, she leaned her head back, giving him better access to her neck, while her hands roamed up and down his back.

She pulled her hands to his front, slipping past the front of his jeans, her hand heading down to his boxers.

Neither had heard the bathroom door open, too absorbed in their caresses to notice anyone but themselves.

It wasn't until they heard a third person cough discreetly did they separate. Both their eyes glazed over, Olivia's face immediately went red.

Broyles stood embarrassed and frozen in place, having just witnessed his favourite and best agent with the FBI consultant. Sure he had noticed the sexual tension, the brief moments between them but he had never seen them 'together', let alone bare chests pressed together, hands in each other's pants.

He left abruptly, his eyes full of apologies. If his skin wasn't a dark brown, he, no doubt, would have been red with embarrassment.

Olivia pushed Peter away, pulling her shirt back on and doing up her zipper. Peter did the same, but before they left he pulled her closer, kissing her intensely, letting her know that he wanted to continue. She smirked at him, taking his hand and dragging him out of the bathroom.

When they exited, Broyles nodded at them apologising.

"Sir," Olivia acknowledged, dragging Peter behind her. They half sprinted down the hallway out of embarrassment over being caught and their fiery desire for each other.

Broyles watched them leave, smiling at the memory of how unique and different they were when he first met them, but together, how perfect they were as a whole. Despite his gladness of their happiness, he was still embarrassed as to how he had found them; both shirtless, entwined in each other, not noticing of his presence.

Olivia pulled Peter down the hallways of Harvard, further away from the lab. Exploring each of the rooms of the abandoned school they soon found one with a lockable door. Not wasting any time, they ducked inside, Peter locking the door as Olivia pushed him against it. She tugged his shirt off forcefully, trying to make up for the lost time. Peter laughed at her eagerness.

"Slow down, Liv. We don't want to hurt the baby." he said, holding her hands still as they fumbled with his belt and zipper.

"You'll be hurting me if you say no." she smiled at him slyly. She was going to have her way with him, whether he agreed or not.

It was going on three months since they first slept together. They hadn't exactly had longer than five minutes alone together to be able to do anything. Being trapped outside was a fluke event and was unlikely to happen again, throwing their chances of being together out the window.

Olivia had two months worth of pent up sexual frustration. Peter no doubt, had the same, though he had more self control. But he could feel that all disappear the second she slide her hand under his pants to stroke him. His head fell back against the door as she did. She smiled deviously at his response.

Peter could feel his body coming to life under her touch. She pulled down his jeans and he kicked them off smoothly, joining his shirt.

In one quick motion he had scooped her up, sitting her on the desk that sat against the far wall.

Peter looked her over. "This isn't very fair." he stated, indicating to her still being fully clothed.

He pulled her to him so he stood between her legs, slowly, teasingly, lifting her shirt up. She groaned in frustration, he was taking too long so she shoved his hands aside and took it off herself, throwing it away. She undid the button and zipper on her jeans, shrugging out of them and kicking them to the floor to join her shirt.

She crawled further onto the desk, away from Peter. Her finger motioning for him to follow her. He climbed on top of her. Giving her another look over.

"Much better." he said approvingly. She just laughed, kissing him viscously but passionately.

Desperation and sheer Lust was what was driving them both. No doubt they would have done it there and then in the bathroom hadn't Broyles walked in. But somewhere inside both Peter and Olivia, they were glad they hadn't. This way, they were alone. Complete privacy and they could take as long as they wanted. Not worrying if Broyles or John or Walter walked in. God knows Walter would be jumping for joy at knowing that 1. His son was a sexual prowess and 2. That he and Olivia had finally gotten together. Months of 'You'd make a good couple' and 'You should ask her out' they had had enough of Walter's comments. Peter had wondered how Walter knew Olivia had feelings for him. Sometimes Peter could swear Walter was psychic.

Peter lay sideways on the desk next to her. But before Olivia could object to his movement, he slipped his hand under her black panties. Instead of words, a soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers touched her. He smiled at his actions. He wanted to tease her, prolong their freedom and privacy for as long as he could. He didn't want a fast screw, much to her annoyance. He wanted this to be about her, for her to feel unstressed, relaxed.

As the moans from her lips became more and more frequent with Peter's name mixed in now and then, Peter knew she was close. A wave of pleasure rippling through her entire body as her breath hitched. Her hands gripped the edges of the desk as she collapsed, screaming his name, under his touch.

He still lay beside her as her chest rose and fell, sweat glistening over her breasts.
"Feeling better, sweetheart?" he asked her. All she could do was nod, trying to catch her breath.

When she could breathe properly she looked at him. He watched as emotions play through her eyes until he saw something he didn't like at all. She looked at him eagerly, slyly. Before he knew what had happened she had rolled them so she straddled him, kissing him with a fiery passion he never knew she had.

He knew she liked control, and whenever she did give up control she sometimes didn't know what to do. Perfect example would be when she let Peter drive. She'd fidget and chew her nails.

But Peter liked her on top. It felt right. She pushed his boxers off, enjoying the state she had gotten him in. Smirking, she dragged her hand down his chest. Hovering above him, Olivia positioned him just right, before thrusting down onto him.

He groaned at the sudden new feeling as she pushed him in deeper. She started moving her hips. She rocked back and forth slowly at first, but speeding up as her second orgasm approached. He lifted up to kiss her. Moving with her, he sat up, kissing his way down her neck, his breath washing over her breasts. Olivia threw her head back as his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. Peter looked up at her, watching her reaction as he pulled the different sensations from her body. It wasn't long before her breathing hitched and her body convulsed around him. He heard his name escape her lips between breathy moans. And that was all it took for his own orgasm to be ripped from him. They sat on the desk, sweaty, chests pressed tightly together, breathing heavily. Peter looked at her, pulling her down for a deep kiss. She still straddled him, her forehead resting in the crook of his neck as he sucked on her pulse point.

They remained in their embrace for several minutes, just holding each other, hands caressing. When they saw the sun beginning to set outside the window, they reluctantly separated and started to dress. Occasionally they'd stop for a deep kiss, exchanging longing glances, both wishing for more time together.

Wrapping his arm around her waist, they walked back to the lab, a soft glow of happiness enveloping them.

They were still a bit away from the lab when Olivia stopped, pulling away from Peter's grip and disappearing into a room. Peter followed her, realising what had caught her eye. It was a normal room, desk and chairs, boards for the professors to use, but to the corner was an opened storage door. Inside they could clearly see outlines of a bed and two bright pink beanbags. Olivia grabbed the bean bags, handing one to Peter and taking a blanket off the pile in the corner of the storage room.

"At least now Charlie can sleep on something softer then the ground." Olivia smiled,

But Peter looked around the room, seeing more potential. "You know, this is far away from the lab. The door locks," he said showing the deadlock, "I'm sure the bed will be softer then the desk, next time." He breathed the last two words, his mouth close to her ear.

Olivia leaned up and kissed him, "till next time." She replied.

They hurried off to the lab, dragging the bean bags behind them. The day hadn't been so much of a waste.

A/N: Okay so I wanted to do a chapter all about them. The next chapter will be more about them telling everyone about her pregnancy, or them finding out (I will not tell which), but as suggested, I think I'll have an Olivia/Ella moment.

Reviews most welcome, tell me what works, what doesn't, did I leave anything out...