The front door slammed shut and their hands were all over one another. Peter couldn't contain himself, his arousal quickly poking into her as he pushed her back against the door. Her eyes had long since closed as her head rested back, dipping against the hard wood and her back arched further into his body. "No time," she rasped feeling herself becoming so easily undone, again. Once wasn't enough tonight. They were going on twice, for her.

His lips found her neck, kissing down, unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it off her shoulders not caring that a button had been lost on its descent to the floor. His tongue trailed a path between her breasts, kissing and sucking, his fingers unclasping her bra as his eyes stared at the prize in front of him.

She was beautiful and the smile on her face, her eyes open but struggled to stay that way only made the sight more heavenly. Peter leaned up, taking a taste, his fingers moving into her hair as he felt her fingers deftly moving to his belt buckle. She wasted no time. Unclasping the leather she pushed the buckle open and her fingers swiftly moved to his button and zipper, her hand looking for the reward, a smile on her face as she touched and stroked him.

"Liv," he rasped feeling her hand on him, her touch was tantalizing.

Smiling she rested her lips against his, her hand stilled for a moment. "Olivia." She corrected him with a knowing smile, a throaty laugh as she kissed his jaw and used her other hand to work his shirt free. She pulled at the material, one hand wasn't enough and let the buttons fly off as she ripped it open. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered seeing a t-shirt. Was this torture? How many other layers had he on underneath.

"No jokes," he shook his head, hearing her words but not focusing on what they meant. His head was in a fog, seeing her half-naked was enough to make things unclear. Was this really happening? Even if it was a dream, some crazy experiment his father had done, Peter no longer cared. It felt good and real.

"You're shirt," she breathed closing her eyes for a moment, her breathing coming out long and labored, struggling to slow down, calm down, enjoy this dance between them. She was finding it harder to wait, to take her time, and to move someplace else. She couldn't walk, couldn't move, her body was exhausted and they'd only begun. "Please, take it off." She gasped for air, the room was spinning and her body felt as though it were on fire. Never before had sex been like this, not this intense and they were just getting started.

He pulled back slightly, his hands moved to his hips lifting the t-shirt up and off in one swift motion. Her touch had slipped from his grasp but he knew it was only for an instant. "Better, Livia," he smiled leaning forward running his tongue over her bottom lip, teasing her, making her grow antsy for him. Watching her was incredible, seeing her body restless against the door. His hands kept her trapped at either side feeling her lean forward into him, her hands in his hair, around his neck, down his back. They were aimless but with reason.

"I need you," her words held more meaning than this one moment conveyed. He felt his heart skip and he leaned in capturing her lips, taking another taste. He was addicted to her already. She was quickly becoming his drug of choice. "Please, Peter." Her hands moved down his waist her lips against his as she felt him pushing her further into the hard door. Her fingers swiftly pushed his slacks and boxers down, needing to see him, every inch.

His lips covered hers, his fingers working her slacks free a smile on his face as he felt the silky material underneath. He'd seen her choice of underwear in the past, when she'd gone into the tank. This was different. It was hotter and sexier. He briefly wondered if she'd woken up this morning knowing this would happen. It didn't matter, he was glad it was happening.

She stepped out of her pants, her feet kicking the clothes away as she felt his fingers moving over the thin material, teasing her, feeling her without ever really touching her. She moaned in protest, wanting more, needing more but not objecting either. It was good, it felt amazing, and Peter was staring at her, smiling as his eyes moved over her body memorizing every curve.

She felt her skin blushing and her cheeks redden. The room was sweltering but she knew they were the only reason for it. The craving she had earlier had long since been satisfied. Now the building desire within her was growing but was for a different reason. Her fingers moved into his hair, bringing his lips to hers, taking a taste, a smile on her lips. She wanted tonight, more than she'd realized. Her touch moved over his jaw, tracing the stubble as the kiss deepened. Standing there against him, pressed between the front door and his naked body, this was never how she imagined sex with Peter to be. Sure she'd envisioned it countless times, most of them sleepless nights but they were traditional, in a bed, on the sofa, maybe even the shower. Against the front door, unable to walk in any farther hadn't been at the top of the list. It should have been though. They hadn't even started this dance between them but already the fire was building inside.

"Livia," he breathed against her lips feeling her fingers moving from his cheek down his chest to her intended destination. She stroked him, touched him, and felt a guttural moan as he slipped his fingers into her underwear touching her in return. Her eyes struggled to stay open, feeling his breath on her neck, knowing he was leaving a mark. She didn't mind it, would gladly let the world see tomorrow if he so wanted it that way.

"More," she rasped quite breathless as he teased her folds apart. She felt his warm fingers touching her, making her ready for his entrance. She wasted no time in doing the same, her thumb circling and feeling his response almost immediately. A smile on her lips as she felt him pushing the last bit of material to the floor. She stepped out and spread her legs, feeling Peter lift her hips. She wrapped her legs around his body as he entered her warmth. Immediately she moaned, not caring if her neighbors or anyone else crossing the street miles away heard her. She made no attempt to keep quiet. Why should she? This was her home and it was Peter!

His lips found hers, feeling her warmth surrounding him. Her insides tightened and her legs wrapped tighter as he positioned her against the door. Together they moved, his body thrusting her body staying joined, keeping him as her own. She let her fingers move through his hair and down his back. Her nails dragged along his skin, scratching only the surface as she clenched onto him. She refused to let go, even as she felt her insides burning and the sensation building between them.

He kissed her hard, his body struggling to hang on as he held her firmly to the door, each thump nearly as loud as his heart. It wasn't long before the wave crashed over them both. A few thrusts together and he felt the warmth between them, her insides tightening and his hold seemed to give way. She shuddered and he trembled with an intensity neither had felt before. Gasping for air, his legs shaking he carried her to the sofa, her body still tangled with his. Lying her down and collapsing above her.

She didn't object, feeling his body against hers, a smile spread across her face, her eyes closed as her hands moved over and down his back. She could feel her heart racing and knew his was pounding just as fast.

"That was," she panted, struggling to catch her breath.

"Unbelievable." He chuckled kissing her softly, lazily as he moved to slide off her body.

"Stay with me," she breathed, letting her eyes open feeling them heavy as her arms reached out for him.

"Walter might wonder where I'm at." Peter stared down at her.

"So let him wonder. Or better yet, tell him." She smiled. "I'd love to see the look on his face when he finds out."

"You don't really mean that?" Peter smiled staring down at her, his fingers combing through her hair. He wasn't sure what this made them, but asking right now, didn't seem the most opportune time either.

"Don't I?" Olivia answered running her fingers over his jaw. "I dare you," she leaned up to kiss him, a smile on her lips feeling her heart pounding once again. She still couldn't believe what happened tonight.

"If you're sure," Peter kissed her once more before pulling back. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom? Then maybe we could lie down in a real bed?" He chuckled staring down at her. She was gorgeous. Never in his life did he think he'd find himself capable of being truly happy. He'd struggled after Walter had gone to St. Claire's. He tried moving past his family issues but they stuck with him. He had a dark side, he'd been a conman and for what—the fun of it really. It was never about the money, more about the satisfaction, the thrill. Trying to make himself happy, he hadn't been able to feel satisfied in the way this job was making him feel. Maybe it was the challenge-from both the work, the pattern, what they dealt and experienced with-and her. She challenged him in ways he never thought possible.

"Go, just don't leave me waiting too long," she laughed standing up, taking her clothes with her to the bedroom and putting on a t-shirt and underwear. She didn't bother to get overly dressed but she wanted to be comfortable too. She pulled back the covers, sliding into bed hoping Peter would be joining her shortly. She waited one minute, then two and saw him coming into the bedroom in his boxers, carrying her perfume container. "What are you doing?" Olivia laughed nervously.

"Did my father give this to you?" He asked knowing exactly what it was.

"I-I don't know. It was in a gift box at the lab, my name was on it." Olivia frowned. "What are you thinking, Peter?"

He couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head as he came to sit down beside her on the bed. "This stuff is like Viagra on steroids."

"What?" She felt her insides flopping. "Peter?"

"I don't know why he would have, nevermind." He shook his head. It was Walter, he hardly considered the consequences for his actions. It had been on more than one occasion he'd told Peter he could have a lady friend over. Though he wasn't sure what if anything had gone through Walters mind. "I think you should stay away from this stuff." He'd seen her tonight, the way she'd acted heading to the bar and inside, never in his life would he have imagined her this way. It was because it wasn't her, not the Olivia he was used to anyway.

"What? You're telling me you didn't have fun?" She joked trying to make light of it. She couldn't help but feel slightly violated and yet-Peter had been there. She tried not to think of the 'what ifs' had he not shown up.

"I did have fun," Peter smiled putting it on the bedside table as he leaned over kissing her. "We don't need that stuff though." He guided Olivia onto her back, his body hovering above hers, as his lips moved down to her neck. "You're all I need, Livia."

"I think the point was for me though," she smiled weakly, "it didn't seem to affect you in any way." Olivia stared up at him. "I guess your father assumed I wouldn't have acted on impulse."

"Would you have?" He wondered it himself. He'd certainly been attracted to her but if she hadn't been as forceful tonight, he wasn't sure he'd have jumped into things either. The last thing he wanted was her pulling away from him. He'd made enough mistakes with women in the past. Olivia was not one he ever wanted to label as a mistake. Seeing her turned on, desperate for sex, he was happy to jump at the opportunity.

"There's always liquor," she laughed wrapping her arms around his body. "I think it would have happened. Maybe not tonight but there have been times I've wanted to kiss you."

"Yeah? What's stopped you?" Peter asked, smiling down at her.

"Common sense?" She joked leaning up stealing a taste from his lips. "I think I was worried with how it would turn out."

Peter smirked, "you thought I wouldn't be good in bed, is that it?" He was teasing her right back.

"Yeah, you just, don't look the part," she laughed feeling him roll them around, her body was now lying above his. "Are you sure you want to throw that stuff out?" She glanced at the vial beside the bed. "It might be fun if we're both using it."

"As tempting as that sounds," Peter glanced at the vial, "we shouldn't." He couldn't chance hurting her or worse, if his desires found himself with someone else. He knew the perfume had taken hours to work and he hated thinking she could be called away somewhere on work and he could be busy in the lab with Walter. It was not an image he wanted though he knew it had been what Olivia had experienced. "You're all I need."

A/N: Thanks for reading and supporting my writing! I've now writing full time and have published a novel Aberrant, a Young Adult Romantic Dystopian Adventure. Be sure to check it out at