Title: Even The Darkest Night

Author: greyslostwho

Pairing: Decidedly Peter/Olivia.

Rating: PG for now

Summary: Peter and Olivia in another of those AUs that are sprouting out everywhere, slightly ambiguous. Open enough and plot-less enough to be randomly updated, whenever.

Spoilers: None, not really.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really.

IV.

The first time she allowed herself to consider the what ifs and maybes was as she laid on the threadbare, third hand couch in their bunker, her head in his lap. He was running his fingers through her hair; fingertips dancing across her skin, leaving a trail like scorch marks on the floor where a fire had been set.

“I would have been thirty-two today.” She breathed, after she’d finished calculating, her eyes fluttering up to his face, catching him unawares and making his chest heave. “That’s almost old.”

He gave her that grin, that one she had come to know and love, and scratched his fingers slightly, gently, across her scalp. “And I would have had flowers sent to you wherever you were, I would have surprised you at lunchtime by turning up and hindering all your important work… doing whatever you would be doing… and I would have taken you out dancing at night.”

She raised an eyebrow, her hand finding it’s way to rest on his arm in the crook of his elbow, her cool fingers leaving him with the aftershock of a shiver. “You dance?”

“I can do anything.” He chuckled, “And then I’d have brought you home and made love to you until it was morning.”

She grinned, kissing his fingers as they trailed down to her lips. Slowly, he pulled her up so she was sat in his lap, faces close.

“That present you can still give me.” She cocked her head to one side, almost coy, and he twined his arms around her waist and lowered his lips to her neck before stopping suddenly.

“I can do one better than that.” He whispered, and he eased her off his lap, standing up himself, tugging her after him through the tunnels, and suddenly she realised where they were going when they reach the long shaft with the circle of starlight at the top.

“Peter, we haven’t been here for years.” Her voice sounded like a child who knew what she was doing was forbidden, and it made him smile.

“Then it’s about time.” He whispered, gesturing to the ladder. “Ladies first.”

“We know why it was out of bounds now…” she whispered, but when he was looking at her like that any attempt to argue was futile. She sighed, running her fingers through his as she stepped away and started to climb.

For a while they forgot about radiation, and invisible toxic gas, and sniper fire. They stood under the stars, hand in hand, like nothing could break them.

And then Peter drew her closer and they danced to the soft sound of nothing at all.

GLW