Now, I know a bunch of you said no epilogue, but a bunch of you said yes, and I had this idea and a need for a little more closure.... so here goes!!!
Olivia was warm. Comfortable. Relaxed. Blissful. All of which were things that she hadn't truly felt in a while.
Judging by the warm light that she could feel on her face, it was morning. She sighed. The morning was her favorite time of day; everything was fresh, bathed in a golden glow from the rising sun… it was simply breath-taking.
She was about to open her eyes, intending to catch a glimpse of the rising sun over the Boston skyline, to see the way the light glinted off the tall buildings, illuminating every corner of the city streets… but then she remembered where she was. Her eyes snapped open. The golden light streamed through the windows of the Peter Bishop's half of the Bishops' adjoining hotel rooms. Two empty mugs sat on the coffee table. A warm, thick blanket covered her, keeping her warm but not too hot. She was lying on the couch… but not by herself. Olivia was snuggled in tightly with Peter. Her head and hands resting on his chest, his arms around her.
She didn't know what to do. She, FBI Special Agent Olivia Dunham, had fallen asleep with Peter Bishop. On his couch. In his apartment. Olivia was reluctant to move and risk waking him up, but also because she didn't want to leave the comfort of being at his side. His body heat was warmer than any blanket, and it was a luxury that she had not experienced since… since the very night she'd heard of flight 627.
Still lying alongside Peter, Olivia toyed with her options: stay or leave, neither of which seemed like a good idea, yet both had their own appeal. She was stuck. Olivia couldn't bear staying, but leaving Peter, removing herself from his warmth, his protective arms that enclosed her and made her feel safe, was not something that she would – could – let happen. Truth be told, she missed it. She missed feeling safe, having someone right beside her who would never leave her… but then again, she'd never had that before, so then how could she be missing it? Olivia abruptly came the realization that she'd never had those feelings before, not genuine ones, and that, all this time, she'd been craving them. Yearning for them. And now that she'd found it, found that safety and comfort that she'd never before had the pleasure of possessing, the thought of leaving Peter's side scared her.
Olivia suddenly found that she was clinging to Peter, holding him as tightly as she could so she would never lose the raw emotions that were now coursing through her like an adrenaline-fueled fire. It was the way she always felt when he was near, that wonder of his presence that made her knees weak and her heart rate increase drastically every moment they were together. Olivia lay against him, trembling faintly from her fears, with her eyes closed.
"Good morning," Peter's groggy voice whispered from somewhere above her head. She felt his hand stroking her hair. All sense of the would-be awkwardness between them at such an awakening gone, Olivia lifted her head and looked Peter in the eye. He frowned. She could almost see the gears in his mind turning as her took in her facial expression. "What's wrong, Liv?"
She just looked back at him, at a loss of words. As much as Olivia wanted to tell him everything, all the deep thoughts and passions that had just been coursing through her mind, she couldn't bring herself to worry him further. So she didn't speak, and just prayed that her eyes could do the talking for her. After a moment of studying her face, Peter propped himself up on a pillow and cupped Olivia's face in his hands, still holding her against him. He continued to gaze into her eyes for not much more than a few seconds when a glimpse of comprehension flashed across his face.
"Olivia…" His smile was sympathetic, like he accepted that he might never fully understand everything that she'd been through up to this day, but would still try anyways.
Olivia hadn't cried in months, not since she'd sat at the back of that ambulance below the overpass on the highway. Not once since. She'd nearly lost it when Peter had found her in the hall earlier in the day when here so called 'birthday card' had come, but she had held back, kept her emotions in check. It was what she did every day being an agent for the government. But right now, she wasn't an FBI agent, she was just Olivia. Plus, the way that Peter was stroking her cheek wasn't helping much, so Olivia gave in and let the tears come, and come they did.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd cried this much in her adult life. Olivia shook violently and grabbed Peter's shirt in fistfuls while he stroked her hair and rubbed circles on her back. Every now and then, he would whisper a comforting word in her ear. Olivia didn't know how long the two of them had laid there, or how long she had been sobbing on Peter's chest. But when her eyes were finally dry and her shaking had subsided to no more than an occasional shuddering breath, she waited for Peter to say something and break the silence, but he didn't. He let her lay there with him in peace, continuing to run his fingers through her hair and rub her back.
Eventually, it was Olivia who broke the silence. "I'm sorry… I really soaked your shirt."
Peter chuckled and Olivia could feel his diaphragm quaking beneath her. "It's ok, I don't mind," he whispered and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in extra close for a hug.
Olivia wasn't sure how to express her gratitude to Peter, so she tried to piece a sentence together. "You're… you've got to be the nicest guy I've ever met to… to do this for me."
Peter was quiet for a moment, but then he gently pulled her off him and sat up, placing her beside him on the couch. "Olivia," he began, looking her directly in the eyes, his hands resting on her shoulders, "you've got to understand that I'm doing this… because I care about you. A lot. Why else would I get you rip roaring drunk one night and then give you my clothes and let you sleep with me the next?" His face broke into a small grin, as did Olivia's. She found herself blushing a bit now that Peter had actually voiced the things that had happened between then the past couple days. The drinks, the night in his hotel, but even more so, the unsaid things that were reflected in his eyes – the strange new thoughts and sensations that had been bubbling inside Olivia for the last few months that had just now come to boiling point. "I'm here for you, Liv. I'm… I'm here for you. Just know that. And I always will be."
Olivia's heart swelled at his words. It literally felt as though her chest would burst from the pressure, and that she might cry from pure happiness. Incapable of containing herself, Olivia bent forward and planted a quick kiss on Peter's cheek. He blinked, surprised by her sudden display of affection. She smiled and shook her head, amazed. "I didn't know what to say, Peter…"
"So you kissed me instead?" he questioned her, that ever so familiar playful look dancing about in his eyes.
She shrugged, her cheeks going scarlet. "When words fail -,"
"The heart fills in," Peter finished softly. He was looking at her that way again – that way that rendered her mind useless and her tongue to lead, so she couldn't utter a word when Peter began to lean in toward her. Olivia felt as though she had lost control of her body for her head was automatically tilting slightly to the side while some unknown force moved her body closer to Peter's. A moment later, his lips were brushing against hers and she was kissing him back. Gently at first, but then more and more passionately as Peter responded to her touch, rubbing his hands up and down her back and through her hair while she ruffled the back of his hair and pressed her body against his.
About to run out of air, Olivia pulled back, her hands still around his neck, his hands around the back of her head. She was breathing heavily, as was Peter, who looked concerned. "Did I push you too far?" he asked gently.
"No, no it was great – actually it was amazing, but…"
"But you want to take it slowly."
How did he do that? Olivia wondered, astounded.
"Yes," she whispered, looking down at her lap, feeling like she'd let him down. Of course, Peter picked up on her vibe and took her face in his hands, making her look up at him.
"It's ok, Liv, there's nothing for you to feel ashamed of," he promised her. "We can take it slow, if that's what you want." She nodded, his hands still cupping her face.
"Ok then…" Peter spoke softly and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. He was beaming at her with such a kindness that Olivia could hardly believe she'd been lucky enough to meet a man with as much compassion as Peter, and with his capacity to love. Maybe even to love her. The fact that he was so damn handsome was just an added bonus.
Peter saw her smiling as she thought about him, them, and he pulled her to him and hugged her tightly.
Olivia let out a sigh of contentment and whispered quietly into Peter's shirt, "I love you."
"I love you too, Liv."
So it wasn't just a possibility anymore. He did love her, and as much as she felt she didn't deserve him, Peter seemed to think otherwise.
So... what do you think??? I'm done the fic now (for good, lol!) and I just want say two things:
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