Awwwkward

"George. As in the man who ate those people in the vault. The one who tortured Olivia and locked Ella in with body parts?" John spoke.

He, Peter, Broyles, Charlie and Astrid circled Walter. They were all angry at him. He hadn't the right to do this. To ask this of Olivia.

Olivia had take Katie, Ella and Ashley outside to play. Per Peter's request, of course. He wanted a moment without her there to explode at his father.

"I should have known fear would be

"You're talking about making her relive one of the most traumatic moments in her life!" Peter yelled at his father, his face red with anger, "Do you not remember how long it took for her to heal? God knows she could still be having nightmares—"

"Nightmares are good. They force deeper emotions to the surface – ones that are hidden in our subconscious and allowed to show when we sleep, that relaxing state. Our minds cannot shut them out."

"No, Walter. I will not let you do this to her."

"Then you are dooming the rest of us."

"What?"

"I need Olivia's strongest emotion. The stronger it is, the longer it will last and further it will travel. With the help of my EM device, we can save the world."

Peter thought over it for a moment, "There might be another . . . emotion. You said that she aimed and hit just as good with lust and me as she did for 'George'?"

"Yes, but she reacted more to her memories of George, her response was stronger."

"What if she had . . . another way to gain a stronger response from lust."

"What are talking about?" Astrid asked,

"Um . . ." Peter didn't know how exactly to say it. He was standing in front of his father, Olivia's ex boyfriend, her boss, her best friend, and the only female, Astrid. Awkward, would be an understatement.

So Peter just said, spilled it out and tried desperately to pretend that it was like normal conversation.

"When we were together, she kind of caught on fire when she . . . well, you know." He received mixed looks of stun, I-don't-want-to-know-this gazes and Walter's, intrigue.

"I could feel it too, like she projected it over me, but I wasn't burnt. It was powerful, extremely powerful. Could that work instead of using her emotions from George?"

"Quite possibly. Sexual arousal is a very good emotional response. Very powerful. I've always told Agent Dunham about your sexual prowess." Walter nudged Peter in the arm; he wore a huge grin, like he'd been the one that got them together. Playing Cupid he was.

"Did this happen before or after I . . . interrupted?" Charlie asked, more wondering if he had missed something he'd never want to see by seconds.

"After." Peter answered, "can we use that with the generator instead?"

"Well, I would greatly like to test this theory of yours, Peter."

"Test how, Walter?" Peter questioned, glaring at his father, trying to figure out his intentions, "You're not going to be in the same room if this happens. You will be far, far away."

"Of course." Walter stated as if it was his intentions all long. Peter highly doubted. "I was merely suggesting that we set the device for a low burst and leave it in the room. That way when Olivia—"

"catches on fire!" Peter added before his father could say a certain other word that would have made this situation even more awkward,

". . . yes, catches on fire, the fire will fuel the device further and if I make the right calculations, I can set it so it only engulfs the creatures. We will probably feel a slight heat on our skin, a slight tingle as the wave goes through us. We will definitely know when it occurs." Walter became excited just explaining it, "Peter, may we try it? Soon?"

"Maybe. But it's already getting dark. Olivia will be back soon with the kids and then we are all sleeping. I'll take first watch, don't really see the point since we know the creatures are scared of us, well rather Olivia."

This was true. Ever since her exploding incident, the creatures, being even partially sentient, knew that the lab was dangerous.

Olivia, Ashley, Ella and Katie returned soon after. Astrid had taken to telling the girls a story before they went to bed. Astrid was good at telling stories. She always gave them happy endings, and made the girls the character heroes.

Broyles, John and Charlie did what they usually did when they spelt the nights. Locking the double doors, Charlie and John slept against the wall on the left side, Broyles on the right.

Walter had worn himself out making adjustments to his EM device and was asleep on the desk.

Olivia fed Ashley like she did every night before putting her down to sleep. Peter was sitting on the ground, wide awake playing with the deck of cards.

"You should sleep." Peter shifted so he could wrap his free arm around her shoulders as she snuggled against his side.

"I'm not tired."

They sat in silence for a while.

"What did you talk to Walter about?"

"I don't want him using . . . those memories just because of the emotional response you have."

"Do you have any better ideas, then?"

"Well, yes."

"Are you going to share?"

"Remember how you were on fire, when you came? How the fire spread over both of us?"

"Yeah." A small blush crept onto her cheeks.

"Well, that. Lust. Want. Sex. Whatever you want to call it."

"More fun than the other way." She smirked. She leant her head up to kiss him. When Peter responded eagerly, she deepened the kiss, biting his bottom lip softly, their tongues tangling.

"Tomorrow. Not right now." He pulled back and couldn't help but smile as Olivia pouted up at him.

"Fine." She huffed, "but we are taking our good sweet time tomorrow then. If it all depends on how well you pleasure me. I'll make you go all day." She teased.

A/N: sorry it took awhile to upload, I got distracted with a new story I'm writing. That should be up today or tomorrow. It'll be on the promo for 3x19 (OMG so excited)

Anyway, thank you to my 5 reviews last chapter, I hope to get as many this time round : )