Tingles and Fuzzy Feelings
"But what if the device malfunctions? Neither you, nor Agent Dunham can fix it." Walter protested.
"We'll come and get you. You are not standing outside the door. You and everyone else will be in the lab."
Peter had spent a good 20 minutes arguing with Walter of how awkward it would be, not to mention wrong, if he "waited" outside while they 'did their thing' as Walter (kindly) put it. Fortunately, Astrid dragged him away. But not before he listed several ways for Peter to sexual arouse Olivia. It was bad enough that everyone in the lab will know when it happens, without having his father giving him advice on sex. Peter not only didn't want to know that his father knew this, or the stories of Walter and his mother that accompanied them.
They had all agreed that they'd wait til this was over and then explore the hive nearby, see what was done. It was the safer alternative of capturing a live creature on the off chance it did work.
Olivia was more than willing to do this. It'd be much more pleasurable then Walter's original idea. Pun definitely intended. So it came to no surprise to Peter, that once Walter had been taken away, Olivia jumped him the second he entered the room. Kicking the door shut, he stumbled with the sudden weight, managing to push her against the wall.
She fiercely kissed him, her hands running through his hair, holding her to him. He moved his hands down to cup her buttocks, hoisting her up against the wall, hands on her thighs. He pushed his hips against hers, watching as her eyes fluttered, and her mouth agape as she gasped at the tingling sensations that shot through her body, pooling at the bottom of her stomach. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
Their tongues tangled, fighting the other for dominance. Olivia tugged Peter's shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. She ran her hands down his bare chest, her fingertips tracing the curves. When her hands started working in his belt, Peter pushed against her harder, using the wall and his hips to keep her up as he pulled her hands away and held them above her head. She groaned in displeasure.
"It's all about you, Liv. We'll get to me later."
He kissed down her neck, sucking on her pulse point. Removing her shirt and bra, discarding them on the floor, he latched onto a nipple, sucking it gently. He wasn't sure if they were still sore or sensitive, but from the encouraging moans she gave, he sucked harder. Olivia's head fell back at his oral ministrations, her eyes shut as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her, all building, piling together.
Peter felt she was close, felt the heat through their pants. It couldn't end this soon. As much as he hated to admit it, Walter was right. If they wanted a strong enough release of energy, they needed to build it. This meant he had to slow down, finish the task of undressing her first, and give her the time to calm down a notch. Olivia could control when it happened, control the flames, but not the flames power, the more the build up the stronger the flame would be.
Olivia, as predicated, didn't agree with his sudden withdrawal and clung to him, trying to bring him back to her.
He let her go, allowing her feet to touch the ground again. She wrapped her arms around his waist as she kissed down his jaw, his neck to suck on his pulse point, mirroring his earlier actions. He pushed her back against the wall.
His hands fumbled with her jeans as he spoke, "All. About. You." He pulled her zipper down on 'you' as emphasis.
"Uh huh." She was too caught up in her lust clouded mind to comprehend his words fully. She watched as he knelt in front of her and oh so painfully slowly pulled her jeans over her hips, down her long legs. He let her kick them off along with her shoes. He trailed his fingertips up her leg, trailing over her inside thigh. He felt her shiver.
Once his fingers reached the top of her panties he hooked two fingers in them and slowly pulled them down to her ankles as well.
He nudged her thighs apart, kissing his way down her stomach, his face inches from her. She could feel his breath, hot over her. She felt her body shudder at his close proximity.
She'd been expecting him to torture her further, to take his time. But she had been expecting to move so quickly. His tongue flicked out, faster then she realised, to taste her. Olivia sucked in a sharp breath, already quivering under his swift touch. Her hands moved to lean on his shoulders, keeping her steady.
He parted her folds so he could gain better access. Sucking on her, flicking his tongue over her and relishing in the orgasmic sounds she made. He could feel himself harden against his jeans, straining against them. But he continued, he had to ignore his own urges. This was all about Olivia. He needed to make this better then amazing for her. After all, the larger the reaction, the longer and farther the device would work.
When he pushed a finger inside her, she bucked against him, pushing him deep, making her moan with pleasure. Encouraged, he slid a second finger inside, curling them. He felt her tighten around his fingers, her breathing hitching as he moved them inside her.
"I . . ." she breathed, trying to form words, "I want . . . you. Now." She gasped.
More than willing to help and silently glad (the bulge in his pants now painfully obvious and not going away anytime soon, not with the sounds she was making). Quickly removing his fingers, he hoisted her up, carrying her over to the nearest desk. He was about to put her down when she spoke, her voice hoarse.
"I want to be on top this time."
He spun them around, still holding Olivia to his body as he sat against the desk. His pants were quickly discarded
Once his pants were gone, she shoved him back, so he lay across the desk. She straddled him, pressing her body against the length of his. She felt the effect she had on him pressed hard against her thigh.
She giggled, "And I thought you said this was about me."
"Oh it is. But I'm more than willing to help with that."
"Thought you might." Kissing him once more, she sat up, pushing her hips against his, watching his eyes roll back.
Olivia danced her fingers down his chest to hold him, positioning him at her entrance.
Slowly she let him fill her, burying him all the way in her warmth. She stayed still for a moment, adjusting, but the stillness didn't last long. Soon she was moving, rocking against him, her hands resting on his chest for support.
At that moment, Olivia didn't care, about anything. She didn't care that everyone in the lab knew what they were doing, waiting. She didn't care that if this didn't work, they may not have another way to save the world. She didn't care about anything. And she didn't feel guilty at all. It was just her and Peter. All that mattered was them. Together.
As she moved, Peter continued to touch her, his fingers applying just enough pressure. She clenched around him suddenly, her mouth opened in a silent scream.
That's when he felt it. The heat. It burned up through her body, down through his. It was just like the last time. The heat soon became flames, but they didn't burn. The power surged back and forth between them, rebounding. Coursing through them. As the pleasure built, so did the power inside them.
Plain sex wouldn't be the same. This . . . this new power, the fire in Olivia, made sex better. More pleasurable. It was like the power amplified their reactions. Damn Walter, always being right.
Peter felt she was close. Extremely close. One quick glance at the device near the door told him that it was still working. God he hoped it worked. If it didn't then he'd be putting up with more sex-talks from Walter. Most likely on his "lack of stamina and prowess" as Walter would jump to conclusions. But then again, he wouldn't mind doing this, with Olivia, again. Sometime soon. Device or not.
Her nails dug into his chest. It wasn't painful if anything, it fuelled his desire. She started moving faster atop him.
When she fell over, it was like the world had stopped. Everything was slowed down. Peter could literally see the sudden burst of energy from Olivia, the flames spiralling around her. As predicted, the device in the room reacted with the power, with Olivia's fire. The EM and the fire merged together, the fire fuelling the device – pushing it outwards.
A large . . . (could it be called a wave?) wave of sorts, emanating from the room, spread, engulfing the room, the hallways outside, and down past the lab.
In the lab, Walter paced back and forth. Walter rarely paced. Broyles, John and Charlie had taken to sitting on the floor. Bored out of their minds. It may have only been 40 minutes but to them, it felt like hours. They all knew what was happening between their friends right at this very minute. Not something they, as an ex, a friend and a boss, wanted to dwell on too much. Astrid was in the office with Ella, Katie and Ashley. Ashley had only just fallen asleep. She knew her parents weren't around and had decided that that wasn't acceptable and had thrown a mini-tantrum. Well as much as a tantrum a baby could throw.
The lab was silent. But that was broken when everyone suddenly felt a . . . pulse, go through them. Like a heat wave you'd feel if you stepped out of an air-conned car into blistering heat.
"Did anyone else feel that, or was it just me?" Charlie asked.
"No, I felt it too." John answered.
They all stood up, walking to meet together in the middle of the lab.
"Well, about time." Walter huffed. "I had been expecting a quicker performance from my son." Walter shook his head in disappointment. "My son is a 'Bishop' after all."
Astrid appeared from the office, "You did put a big burden on his shoulders, Walter. You should at least let them take their time."
"Well, I'm sorry if the survival of mankind has to wait for my son and Agent Dunham."
Walter huffed and walked off, heading for the room, much to Astrid's protests.
"They are no longer sexually engaged, so I'm not going to interrupt anything, Astrix."
"Walter!" she called after him, but he ignored her, "Well, then knock first."
Once he was gone, everyone started laughing, even Broyles. The scientist had his moments. At least they knew that Olivia wasn't armed.
oOo
Broyles, John, Peter and Charlie ventured outside the next day. Armed to the teeth. Just in case. No one wanted to be jumped by a pissed off creature who hadn't died in the fire.
As predicted, the hive was burnt ash. Some creatures only half burned. The 'wave' only reached halfway through the hive, but it had worked. Walter's device had worked and the creatures were dead.
They were the bringers of good news. Everyone celebrated (as much as one could in their situation) and Walter started right away on a bigger version of his device. He was certain that, now Olivia could provide an energy source for the device, along with the fire needed to eradicate the creatures, all he needed to do was build it bigger, so that Olivia's fire and the EM wave can merge successfully together.
No pressure, right?
A/N: sorry for any continuity errors – I kinda wrote this stop-start. I kept getting interrupted : (
Just 2 more chapters to go (now I'm sad, I've had fun writing this)