8. I Will Always Be Here

"Did you get the shape shifter? What is it's condition?" Walter asked eagerly, bounding towards Peter and Olivia as they appeared through the double doors.

Walter's huge grin faded when two agents wheeled a body bag on a gurney into the lab.

"You killed it!" Walter exclaimed angrily. "But I wanted it alive! To experiment." Walter sulked off to a corner of the lab.

Having had enough of Walter's shenanigans, Peter went to Astrid and asked if she could look after him for a while, he needed a break.

"Do you wanna get a drink?" Peter asked Olivia as they left the lab.

"Sure. Why not?"

The bar wasn't crowded, only a couple sitting in at a table and an old man who was slumped over the bar bench, drink in his hand, snoring softly.

"This case . . . Was-"

"Quick?" Peter interrupted, finishing her sentence.

"Yeah. Feels that way."

They took a swig of their beers, each enveloped in the silence and growing tension between them.

They were only on their second beer and the bar had become crowded.

Olivia looked at Peter. He had a 'look' about him. She shared that same look. They both knew it, the tension between them was so thick, heavy, someone would have been able to cut it with a blunt knife.

Olivia made the first move, she hated waiting for the guy to, "Do you wanna get outta here?"

Peter finished his beer, taking her hand as she pulled them through the crowd to the street.

Olivia let Peter drive home. It was strange for Olivia, not being in control. But she tonight, it felt . . . Right.

They stumbled into Peter's apartment. Peter kissed her with full force, making her gasp for air. He kissed down her neck as she breathed deeply. Pulling his lips back to hers, not wanting to separate.

Olivia pulled at Peter's shirt. The buttons weren't coming undone fast enough. Eventually she managed to get it off, throwing it onto the floor.

Peter pushed her against the wall behind the door. Peter's hands fondled with the end of her blouse as he kissed her.

She raised her arms above her head. His hands slowly pulled her blouse over her head. He traced his fingers down her arms, her neck, they stopped just above her breasts, tracing them lightly. Olivia groaned into Peter's mouth as they kissed. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself into him.

They stumbled down the hallway towards Peter's bedroom. Bumping against the walls, too caught up in their kisses and caresses to even notice. They eventually found their way to his room, closing the door, Olivia pushed him onto the bed. She crawled to him, straddling him.

"Wait." Peter got up off the bed, walking towards the door.

Olivia's heart fell. She was so sure that he felt the same. After all he had practically seduced her in her office near a day ago. And now he was leaving? Her face became red with embarrassment.

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere." Peter said, seeing her flush and broken expression. He kissed her passionately.

He went and locked the bedroom door. Then he unplugged the phone on his bedside table before switching off his own mobile. "Can I have your phone for a second?" he asked.

Olivia pulled her mobile from her back jeans pocket, handing it too him. He switched that off as well.

"What's all this for?" she asked, still on the bed shirtless and in jeans.

"you were worried about Walter the first time, then Broyles called the second time. No more interruptions." he approached her again, pushing her down onto the bed.

She smiled, remembering the two times they were nearly together and then the interruptions.

"Okay." still smiling, she kissed him, pulling him onto her.

Peter fondled with her bra strapped, unclipping it and sliding it off her shoulders.

He gazed over her exposed breasts. Gently tracing his fingers over the right. He kissed down her neck, kissing sever so lightly on her breast. She moaned in pleasure, arching her back, their chests melting together. Their heat from their bodies washing over them.

Rachel sat on the couch in the FBI apartment. It was silent. Ella had fallen asleep around 7 , she had had a tough week, moving around a lot, scared. She had asked several time when they could move back in with Aunt Liv. She missed her.

She was swirling a glass of red wine. She was stressed. She didn't know what was happening, why Olivia had practically moved in with Peter. She didn't know who long they would stay in this apartment. Or when they could see Olivia again.

She watched the red liquid swirl around in the wine glass. Absorbed in her own thoughts. She nearly jumped in fright when there was a single knock on the apartment door. Hesitant, she approached the door. Before she could see through the eye piece, a thick envelope was slipped under the door. When she opened it, no one was there. The dimly lit hallway was empty, silent.

Closing the door, Rachel took the envelope and went back to the couch.

Olivia flipped Peter so he was on his back. It was her turn to dominate. She held him down, pushing on his chest. She kissed him, running her hand a down his chest to his pants. She slipped his hands under the waist band. Toying with him. He groaned against her mouth. She began to unzip his pants, pulling them down. Peter kicked them off onto the floor.

He managed to pull off her jeans as well. He brushed his hands up her waist, dwindling on her breasts. He leaned up to her, now both sitting up, Olivia still straddling him. He bent down and lightly sucked on one of her breasts, his hands roaming her body, exploring. Her own scratched down his back, moaning in pleasure.

She could feel him pressed against her, through his boxer shorts. She wriggled in his lap and he moaned.

Olivia pushed off his boxers whilst he did the same to her. The floor was littered with their discarded clothing, along with the shirts they had kept on the floor in the lounge room.

Peter moved so he was a on top of Olivia. He hesitated, hovering above her.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Olivia bucked her hips into him, edging him on. He entered her slowly, gently. Olivia didn't picture their first time together to be like this. In fact it was nothing like what she had imagined. She thought it would be something more romantic. Not over a case, and ending up at a bar before going to his apartment to finish.

He rocked in and out of her slowly, Olivia wrapping her arms around him, holding him closer. She begged him to go faster, moving under him so he groaned, encouragingly.

Olivia's breathing became ridged and fast. Peter knew she was close. She arched up against him as he pulled her over the edge. She screamed his name, gasping for air. Digging her nails into his back she felt the full extent of her climax erupt, rippling throughout her body.

He thrusted once more into her before his own climax was pulled from him. Her name escaping his lips as he struggled to hold himself above her, his arms buckling.

They stayed in their embrace for a while, before her pulled out of her, rolling onto his side, pulling Olivia into his chest. He kissed down her neck, her collarbone. His hands running down over her waist and hips.

Rachel opened the envelope. Several photographs fell out onto Rachel's lap. They were photos of Olivia and Peter, on cases, out places with Walter and Astrid. Some where taken from outside the lab, through windows. In one photo, Peter was stroking Olivia's face. Rachel has never seen Olivia like this before, but as curious as she was as to Olivia's love life, she was more so about who had taken the photos.

Olivia turned over, facing Peter. She kissed him, moving in to close the gap between them.

"Will you be here, when I wake? Or will you pretend like this never happened?" she asked quietly. Half hoping he hadn't heard it.

"I will always be here, Olivia. This is real, and I don't want to forget about it." he kissed her. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist, his other hand stroking her face.

As they staying in their embrace, the near-silent footsteps in the outside hallway stopped at their apartment door. The man slipped a single photo under the door.

The photo faced upwards. It was of Peter and Olivia, in Peter's apartment. The photo must have been taken from the adjacent building. It was them, Peter was on top of her, kissing her. In black permanent marker 'I Will Always Be Here' was scrawled out on the top of the photo.

He knew where they were.

He knew about Peter.

**Aww, I'm sad now this is over :( I hope the ending was alright, reviews are most welcome, anything I can improve on? Add?

I'm think of doing a fanfic about Peter and Olivia in one of Walter's experiments gone wrong? Any thoughts on that idea?

I wanna say thank you to everyone who favourited and review my story. It's great to know so many like it :)**