Author's Note: So I think this is the last chapter of this particular story. However, now that I have confirmation of Sasha's identity, I can start on the chapter story I've been planning out. So bear w/ me :-)
Also, for any of you Facebook users, please find the "Save 666 Park Avenue" page (sorry technology hates me tonight so I can't pull the direct link).
As always, thanks for reading!
I'm upping the rating to Teen for sexual content on this on. Nothing intense, but hey be warned.
The den was the only room in the penthouse which contained a television The 55" model was mounted on the wall to the right of the electric fireplace.
The longest part of the fuzzy white L-shaped sofa ran facing the windows, which looked out on the New York skyline. The smaller, shorter section ran parallel to that and faced the television.
Gavin had settled himself in his usual corner on the smaller section with the three remote controls-one for the television itself, one for the entertainment accessories and one to actually turn the thing on and off-on an end table beside him. Olivia was stretched full length beside him, her head resting on his lap.
Getting her to come in had been fairly easy. He'd indulged her roughly another fifteen minutes until he'd kissed her and suggested they go inside where it was warm. And surprisingly enough, she'd agreed. Maybe it was cold, tiredness or simply little desire to fight, but Gavin had accepted the victory.
Once inside, she'd seemed to revert back to herself.
"Do you want this put with the rest for the dry cleaners?" She'd asked, shrugging off his coat.
"Yes, please." Gavin smiled genuinely. She was focusing on something else, and that was good. Maybe she would take this entire mess better than he thought.
Olivia disappeared into the bedroom. Gavin poured them both a drink. Glancing at the clock, he was surprised to see it was only 10:57. It felt far later than that.
He met her in the hallway and pressed one of the glasses into her hand.
"I'm going to turn on the news." Olivia smiled. She was fairly used to his evening routine.
"All right darling." She kissed him gently and disappeared into the kitchen. Gavin had gone to the den alone. She'd joined him a few minutes later and settled herself into her current position.
Gavin stroked her side gently as he took a sip of scotch.
"Want your drink?" He asked. It was situated on the end table beside him. She hadn't shown much interest.
"No," Olivia rolled onto her back, looking up at him. "You should change the channel. You hate this network." Gavin shrugged.
"I'm getting used to it." Olivia made a face.
"No you aren't. You came to bed complaining about it Monday night." Gavin chuckled softly.
"I won't get upset. I promise."
"Famous last words." Olivia grumbled as she turned back over to face the TV. Her right arm moved to pillow under her head.
Gavin pulled her back against his stomach and held her to him. Olivia linked the fingers of her left hand through his.
He made a sound of irritation as the broadcast went to commercial. Olivia glanced up.
"Something wrong, darling?"
"No." He smiled, taking a drink. Olivia rolled her eyes and reached up to play her fingers over his cheek.
"I tried to tell you."
"Of course you did." Gavin met her half way as she leaned up and kissed him. He paused for a moment, brushing her hair back gently. "Are you feeling better?"
Olivia nodded and kissed him again.
"Good." Gavin nuzzled his forehead. Olivia settled back down and rested her hand on his knee.
He stroked her hair with his right hand, rubbing her hip gently. His attention was sucked back into the program. But as much as he hated to admit it, Olivia was exactly right about how much he hated this channel. The broadcasters seemed to be the least educated in the New York area. And the entire broadcast seemed to be set up intentionally set up to promote fear through the viewers-no matter what the situation.
"All right, I should have changed the channel." He shrugged, looking down at Olivia. Her eyes were closed. Her left arm had lost its resting place on his leg and fallen off the edge of the sofa. She was sleeping soundly.
Gavin's immediate reaction was to wake her. But then he thought better of it. A few minutes of natural sleep that she'd fallen into without having it brought on by chemicals or their after effects was the best thing for her. He'd wake her when the news went off.
Gavin spent the next twenty minutes smoothing Olivia's hair idly out of her face while wrapping it around his fingers. She was breathing deeply and Gavin was surprised she'd fallen so heavily asleep so quickly. But stress would do that for a person.
At 11:35, the news ended. Gavin flipped off the TV.
"Liv." He shifted her gently. "Wake up." Olivia didn't stir. Gavin eased her off of his lap as he stood up and let her rest on the sofa.
"Mm?" Olivia's eyes opened partially. "What darling?"
"You've been sleeping. Go to bed."
"Five more minutes. Then I will." Olivia pulled her right arm under her head, settling into the fuzzy fabric.
Gavin knew that wasn't going to be close to true, but he let it go.
"All right." He kissed her forehead lightly.
Gavin wondered how much trouble he'd be in when Olivia came fully awake. But he didn't put too much thought into it as he reached the office. He picked up the pictures of the man now identified as Victor Shaw and spread them out on the desk.
The question now became how exactly did Shaw know so much about him? And what else might he know?
Gavin sat down at his desk and flipped on the computer. He began to lay the information out in a Word document to be discussed with his contact in the morning. He didn't want to forget anything.
Forty-five minutes later, he heard the sound of high heels on the tile floor.
"Gavin, did you really leave me sleeping on the sofa?" Olivia appeared in the doorway, folding her arms across her breasts. Gavin shrugged.
"I tried to wake you up. You were having none of it."
"So you left me asleep on the couch? What was my rule this morning about falling asleep in clothes?"
Gavin pretended to think for a moment, and then shook his head.
"You know, I don't think I can remember."
Olivia rolled her eyes and crossed to lean against the side of his desk. She held out her hand to him.
"Come on, let's go to bed. I'll remind you there."
"You took a 45 minute nap and you want to go back to bed?" Gavin raised an eyebrow, his brain suddenly taking in a variety of possibilities he could only hope were on the table. "How are you still tired?"
Olivia's smirk confirmed his suspicion.
"Darling, I am anything but tired." Gavin rose and faced her, one of his hands coming to rest lightly on her hip.
"What did you have in mind then?" Olivia reached out and unbuttoned the front of his vest. He let her slip it off. She laid it on the edge of the desk before reaching up and removing his tie. She neatly folded it up and laid it on top of the vest before leaning in to kiss him slowly. Gavin drew back and smiled.
"I'm intrigued." He started to move passed her, pulling her towards the doorway but Olivia held firm and shook her head.
"Shut down your computer." Now Gavin was momentarily confused.
"Because I can tell you what's going to happen."
"And just what is going to happen?" Gavin looked at her expectantly. Olivia pressed the palms of her hands flat to his chest and kissed him. Her tongue slid against his in one of the most sensual kisses he'd felt from her in a long time. He was instantly disappointed when her lips left his.
"We are going to make love, and it will be incredible. And then I will fall asleep, and wake up an hour later with you gone back to work." She raised an eyebrow knowingly.
Gavin chuckled softly. He couldn't deny she was most likely right. He turned obediently and went back to the desk. He saved the documents still up on the screen, then clicked the shut down button.
"Happy?" He asked, as the screen went black. Olivia smiled.
"Mostly." Gavin turned back to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her backwards until her back pressed against the wall. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against his body.
"Now, my dear," he whispered against her lips, "the question of the night becomes what are you wearing under this dress?"
"Wouldn't you like to find out?" Olivia kissed him slowly. Gavin's left hand slid down and found the edge of her skirt and began dragging it up her thigh. Olivia gasped softly. Gavin chuckled.
"Now the question of the night becomes will I find out in our bed, or against the wall?" His lips found the pulse point in her throat, kissing it lightly. "You have one minute to decide or I'll make the decision."
Olivia was too distracted to think. Gavin's hand was pressed against her thigh and his lips against her throat. She turned her head, pressing against him and felt his smirk against her skin.
"You're running out of time. If you don't chose, the answer will be here." His fingers dug into the skin of her thigh.
Olivia turned her head and this time, succeeded in distracting Gavin herself with a long kiss. It didn't stop his hands from beginning to paw at her clothing. She broke the kiss with a quick twist of her head.
"Bed." She answered, enjoying the sound of annoyance he made. "I'm in the mood for something more….sensual."
Gavin took a step back and then scooped his wife into his arms. He held her deliciously close for a moment. Olivia clung to him, pressing tightly into his chest. He kissed her quickly before crossing the penthouse to the master bedroom.