A/N: You guys are amazing :') Thank you all so much for the love you're giving those little stories, it means a lot to me. I had another 'drabble night' on tumblr a little while ago, so I have a few more of those for you :) I wanted to post something to day to celebrate the New Year, so here are three for you! :D
The prompt for this one was, and I quote: "Peter. Olivia. Kissing. Rain. Do it. Please." So I shamelessly did XD
RAIN
In that floating, endless instant that always follows any kind of cosmic event, even the rain seems to stop as his eyes find her amongst the crowd of faceless people. Agents, firemen, civilians, he doesn't know, doesn't care anymore. Because she's looking for him, too, her gaze roaming over faces, searching for his. And when their eyes finally meet and lock, he knows.
She remembers everything.
The world starts spinning again, then, and yet it doesn't, not for them anyway. He feels the rain beating his skin as he makes his way back to her, feels it drench his clothes, knows it is dribbling down his face the way it is on hers, but he doesn't care. Olivia is the only thing he sees, and soon she is the only thing he feels as she gets within his reach, oblivious to the chaos surrounding them.
Without a single word, both his hands come up, and within seconds, his fingers are buried deep into the tangled, soaking mess of her hair, and he draws her to him with the intensity of a drowning man having just found his saving breath.