It was late in the evening and Olivia was at home alone in the house, enjoying the time spent by herself. It wasn't often that she wasn't around Peter and she usually liked it that way. But every now and then it was nice to have some time alone. She studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror critically. she was still in pretty good shape, even if she admitted it to herself. Everyday she couldn't believe how lucky she was to finally have the man she was in love with.
As she was looking in the mirror a different thought struck her. She looked at her face and suddenly realised that Peter had kissed every inch of her skin there. It had been soft and uncertain and wary, that first kiss. Laced with caution as they both knew the blurry lines of their relationship were moving far beyond their control.
But after their first kiss, the uncertainness had quickly faded to be replaced with a passion and a love which took her breath away. She ran a thumb under her jaw and remembered his reaction the first time he had kissed her in that specific spot. She had shivered uncontrollably at his touch and his eyes had sparkled at her response. And then he had done it again and again after he knew how much she'd loved it.
Touching the corner of her eyes against faint lines that showed her age, she remembered the way he had kissed her on their first night together. His lips had danced against her closed eyelids repeatedly, touching her face with his hands so softly and tenderly.
And every night since (and she did mean every night) he had always kissed her cheek just before they both drifted off to sleep. His way of telling her that he loved her in a way that didn't require words.
Her thoughts and imagination vanished after several long minutes, leaving her in the present and she realised that she needed to see Peter desperately. She needed her thoughts of him to be replaced by the real thing. That late night meeting better end soon. Of course it didn't, so she curled up in bed alone, drifting in and out of sleep fitfully. She stirred for the twelfth time and felt a hand on her back softly.
"Hi," she murmured. He leant over her and brushed his lips over hers softly but without hesitation. With the certainty that came with knowing she would always be there to come home to. "How was it?" she asked as he settled into bed next to her.
"Fine," he said without wanting to get into the annoying details. He didn't say another word but kissed her lips again as sleep came to take her. He let her go for long enough to plant a soft kiss on her cheek as her body relaxed against his. He watched her beautiful face for long minutes in sleep and knew as he closed his eyes that he was the luckiest man in the world.
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