Oh hello. I am so sorry it took me so long to get this up here. I feel absolutely terrible about that. I had an INSANE week at work, which did not leave me in the mood to write. Mostly, I just came home from work, showered, and passed out.

But anyway, I have finally written this. I've been toying with it in my mind for a while now, and finally solidified it during my cousin's commencement. (Hey, I had to entertain myself some way!)

So, without further adieu, ENJOY THE SMUTTINESS!

It was quarter to seven when Olivia heard the knock on her door. She turned from the stove, where she had been sprinkling filé powder over her chicken and oyster gumbo. It smelled fantastic. While she had been at the store, something in her mind was screaming "Oysters!" at her. She knew instantly what she would make for Peter. It was southern, and warm, with a little spice. Before she headed to the door, she adjusted her dress. It was a slinky little black number that screamed sex. It was dangerously short and clung to her thighs, plus, the neckline plunged to the area just above her navel, showing off just enough of her breasts. She ran one hand through her long blonde hair, and the other slid down her dress arranging the ruched fabric. She had forgone shoes, and panties for that matter. They'd just get in her way. Her feet shuffled softly across the floor of her apartment as she moved to answer to door.

Peter stood anxiously outside of the door to her apartment, flowers in one hand, and chocolate cake in the other. Not to mention the bottle of champagne he had tucked under his arm. He knew exactly what Olivia was going for after her behavior in the lab. He wanted to milk this for as long as he could; he just hoped he wasn't going overboard. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he heard a voice saying "No such thing." He smiled to himself. Suddenly, the door opened and there stood Olivia, looking like sex on toast. He felt his face flush a little, but quickly regained his composure. He looked her up and down, appraisingly. She looked incredible. She was grinning wickedly at him as she uttered a simple, "Come in." With that, his mind instantly went elsewhere, and he had to focus on something to stave off the multitude of images that were pouring into his brain. Something in the air caught the attention of his olfactory senses, and he breathed deeply. Whatever the scent was, it was sublime. "What is that?" he asked her, breathing deeply again. "Chicken and oyster gumbo," she replied as she shut the door. He swallowed. Did she say oysters? Oh God.

Olivia hovered on one foot as the other rubbed the back of her calf, taking his entire appearance in, savoring every bit of it. Her depraved grin widened as he handed her the flowers and stumbled over his words. She bit down on her bottom lip and saw him swallow hard. Quickly, she placed the flowers in a vase, and took the bottle of champagne from beneath his arm, putting it on ice. Her eyes met the chocolate cake, covered in chocolate icing, decorated with strawberries. She bit back a groan. It looked decadent, and she half considered skipping dinner and devouring the cake, along with Peter, immediately. She resisted, and after placing the cake on her counter, she eyed Peter again. Her gaze fell to his tie. She grabbed it and slowly wrapped it around her hand, reeling him into her. His face lingered mere centimeters from hers for several moments before she pulled him into a hot kiss full of passion and tongue.

Peter suppressed a moan the best he was able, thankful that he had slipped out of his shoes as she set the cake on the counter earlier. The cold floor on the soles of his feet grounded him. His hand traveled down the small of her back, lower, until he reached her ass. He squeezed it gently, gasping slightly when he felt nothing between her skin and the dress. She walked him towards the kitchen slightly before breaking away from their kiss. "Hungry?" she muttered seductively. He had a feeling she wasn't talking about dinner. But she was in the kitchen before he realized she'd even moved. He ran a palm down his face trying to collect himself. All through dinner, Olivia had toyed with her fork in her mouth, teasing him more than feeding her. He chatted idly with her, obsequiously praising her obvious talent in the kitchen. His accolades caused her to grin demurely. He gripped the table and let out a heavy breath. He wanted her. She was playing him, he knew it, but it was because she wanted him just as terribly.

He momentarily closed his eyes, trying to hold himself together. This was an altogether new experience for him. Never before had a woman held such a strange power over him. He heard the water run as she placed the dishes in the sink. He swallowed again. He opened his eyes as she seated herself in his lap, using her tongue to play with a strawberry before she consumed it. She then brought her fork to her mouth and bit down into the cake. She pulled it out slowly as he watched. She was absolutely tantalizing. Peter was not at all interested in the cake. He would've rather been devouring her. He brought his finger to her lips, removing a bit of icing that lingered at the corner of her mouth. She drew his finger into her mouth and sucked on it. He let out a loud moan from his core, and she sighed satisfactorily, laughing softly. Olivia downed her glass of champagne and stared at him, a feral and thirsting lust lurking behind her eyes.

Suddenly, she was pulling him out of his chair. She pushed him down hard onto the couch and straddled him. She pressed her lips hungrily to his. He responded by teasing her lips open, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He heard her groaning as she loosened his tie, and pulled it off around his collar. Her hands then began tearing at the buttons of his shirt, and he leaned forward as she eased it off of his shoulders. His hands began exploring her form. He slipped one into her dress, cupping her breast in his hand. He tenderly caressed her nipple, which hardened beneath his touch. She let out a loud moan. His other hand journeyed up the back of her thigh, under her dress. He slipped a finger into her labia, and her back arched. With a heavy breath that was more a gasp, his name escaped her lips, "Peter," followed by another moan. Her back came into contact with the couch as he lost a bit of his control at the sound of his name. He pressed his body firmly into hers, and she rolled her hips up into his. She quickly unbuckled his belt and snaked it out. It landed with a clank on the wooden floor. Her delicate hands unzipped his pants and slipped into his boxers. Olivia gently stroked his erection, causing him to shudder. She pushed his pants down as far as she could with her hands, finishing the task of their removal with her feet. All the while, he'd been placing hungry kisses along her collar bone and down her chest. He sunk his teeth in and sucked an area right above her left breast and she groaned, closing her eyes. However, they flew open as he lifted her off the couch and swiftly carried her to her bed.

He set her down powerfully, and pulled her dress down off her shoulders. It fell silently to the ground as he laid her back onto her bed. She forcefully tugged at his boxers, the last piece of fabric that separated them. He held himself above her and sucked gently on her neck. She shivered beneath him. He stared her straight in the eyes and held her gaze, grinning licentiously as she parted her thighs allowing him in. He could feel she was burning hot as fire and throbbing with desire as he sank slowly into her. She gasped loudly and her body arched involuntarily into his. He ran a hand through her hair and caught her lips with his, thrusting forcefully into her hips. He drew back gently and pushed further into her. He did this several times; however, he did so slowly. She gasped and moaned each time. She shoved her hands into his hair pulling him into a deep kiss. He heard her cry out, "More, Peter, more. Faster, harder! Harder!" She sounded so desperate. He grinned wickedly at her. "Wait," he commanded in a low growl, "wait." She groaned.

Before he knew what had happened, he found himself on his back. She had flipped him and was now grinding her hips vigorously into his. "Olivia," he gasped loudly. "I'm tired of waiting for you, Peter Bishop," she was riding him as fast and hard as her gyrating hips would allow her. "Now," she beckoned, "finish me." She smiled down at him lasciviously, moaning loudly as she rocked him. He could feel she was getting close, and there was no way he was going to let her get herself off on him, at least not this time. He rolled her over so that she was on her back once again, "Hold on." He began thrusting into her with incredible force as he picked up his speed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching up to meet each of his thrusts. Her feet caressed his thighs, and her hands traveled up and down his back. She tightly squeezed his ass, pulling him deeper into her. They were both panting roughly. The closer they got, the harder it was to breathe. Peter began moaning loudly and uncontrollably from his core as Olivia was screaming throatily while they climaxed together. After what seemed like an eternity, he collapsed onto her, both breathing heavily.

Peter rolled off of her, lying on his side, propped up on an elbow admiring his handy work. She was glistening with sweat, still trying to catch her breath. "What?" she panted out after she noticed him staring at her with a wry smile gracing his lips. "You're really loud, you know that?" he laughed and ran a hand through her damp hair. She breathed, a bit more relaxed. "Yeah, well…" she started, indicating that there was good reason for her decibel. "Yeah?" he breathed out, smiling, obviously proud. She nodded vehemently, biting her lip. There it was, that lascivious grin tugged at the corners of her mouth yet again. She rolled onto her side to face him, and inched closer to him, filling the cavity between them. Olivia leaned up into him, kissing him passionately. She traced a pattern along his jaw line to his earlobe, which she drew into her mouth. She nibbled it softly as she sucked on it. He let out a deep, guttural whimper and she whispered into his ear, "Again." "Give me a minute," he panted out. She kissed her way down his neck and across his collar bone to his shoulder, biting and sucking as her fingers traced patterns up and down his chest. Suddenly, his lips caught hers as he rolled her over to have another go. She let out a pleasure-filled laugh as they consumed each other for the second time that evening. Both realized that they probably wouldn't be sleeping that night.

Alright! There you have it! Hope you liked it ;)

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