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Peter
I couldn't help but grin as she walked down the aisle. It was all so clichéd, Olivia in her white dress, me in my tux (that was black rather than purple, no matter how much Walter had tried to insist). Plus she looked quite uncomfortable. I knew how very much this wasn't her; I could see the glare in her eyes when she saw me chuckling at me, but it was surrounded by happiness and adoration that I echoed back to her. As she reached me, her eyes narrowed playfully and I took her hand, giving it a quick squeeze before we turned away from each other toward the minister, backs facing the small congregation of people we'd trusted enough to invite. Amongst them sat Astrid, who had an arm around Walter as he sobbed openly into a handkerchief, prouder perhaps than even I was. I could hear him bawling: "They're just so beautiful", and hear an embarrassed, red silk clad Astrid shushing him comfortingly. Unfortunately, whilst I had myself escaped the purple, I hadn't been able to persuade Walter that he needn't whip out his own wedding suit. Even Broyles had turned out, looking rather normal in his own suit.
The service went to plan exactly, the only flaw turning into a laugh as Walter's sobs became audible at times. Rachel and Ella, who of course were Olivia's bridesmaids, (Astrid had turned down the offer since she had predicted she'd be needed to watch Walter), each looked beautiful too, in their straight, soft golden gowns. Ella's hair had been braided with little flowers, and Rachel's with pearls that matched the embroidery on the ruched layers of Olivia's dress that tucked in at the waist. It was strapless, snow white, and flowed slightly in a pool at her feet. Her hair too was pinned up, veil splaying from just in front of her crown, and I was willing to bet that if she'd turned I would have seen the pearls in her hair too, as if she was in a period drama. She held a white laced shawl in her elbows, hanging it loosely now she was indoors.
It was when I put the ring on her finger that I realised how real this all was. It still seemed so much like a dream, but a fantastic one at that. I smiled down at her hand before I realised I was still staring at it, and pulled my head back up to gaze into her eyes, feeling a slight blush on my cheekbones as she smiled knowingly at my prolonged moment. She put my ring on my hand, and the feel of the cool metal made me want to kiss her so badly, except that I still had to wait until the priest told us we could. It couldn't come quickly enough.
When we were pronounced man and wife, and when the holy man said that we could kiss my heart beat quicker than it ever had and it dragged me to her before I could there myself. I wrapped my fingers into her delicately pinned hair, and pressed my lips against hers, melting at her soft touch as she put a hand tenderly on my shoulder. I placed my other hand on her upper back, much as I had the day I'd first kissed her, in my real father's apartment on the other side. I could hear the clapping of the wedding guests, and yet more of Walter's bawling. As we pulled away, our foreheads remained stuck together enough that I could see the tears of joy welling in her gorgeous green eyes; her piercingly vibrant irises glowing with happiness.
During the reception, we'd danced a slow dance that people had gradually joined in with, Astrid with Walter, Rachel with Ella. With suspicion, I noticed Broyles dancing with Nina Sharp, and thought about the idea of them together. Olivia seemed to have shared this thought, as her warm voice entered my mind.
'Didn't see that coming' she admitted. I grinned and kissed her again.
'You're not as sharp as you used to be, Agent Bishop' I joked, and the sound rang true in her mind as loud as in mine. She blinked a couple of times before she got used to it, and I could almost hear her repeating her new name in her head as if it hadn't occurred to her before.
"Wow" She sighed verbally. "I hadn't even... I mean I didn't think about that!"
I smiled over at Rachel as she caught my eye, and thought about the time I'd been worried she'd been the sister that had had a crush on me, and I thought about how Olivia had been worried that Rachel had been the sister that I'd had a crush on. I'd laughed at her jealousy then, and let out a smile at it now, pressing another kiss on her forehead before pulling her head onto my shoulder. She submitted, arms still squeezing around me.
After the reception, we were taken off in a retro black wedding car, ribbons and all, which led us back to the house I currently shared with Walter, that Olivia had decided she would be living in too. We changed into less garish clothing, and I was pleased to notice that she hadn't donned, as she usually might, suit trousers and a shirt, but instead a loose purple silk dress. The car was still waiting outside, so we grabbed our bags and went to leave, bumping into the just-arriving Astrid and Walter on the way out, who both wished us a good trip and were full of compliments about how apparently beautiful the ceremony was. We left them, holding each other's hands until we split to get into the car. They waved us off happily and we waved back. I felt Liv rest on my shoulder as the car sped toward the airport. We were exhausted, so we spoke only telepathically whilst on the plane and in the coach the other side, most of what we said was compliments about the appearance of the other during the day, with comments about Walter and the possible secret relationship between Nina and Broyles.
'They can't be, can they?' I insisted, to which Olivia noted that she always used his first name. I smiled at her, and realised after a while that people on the coach had started looking at us curiously, the strange couple who kept laughing but didn't speak. I decided it might be easier to whisper this to Olivia, and pulled my cell out of my pocket slyly, obviously replacing it so it looked like we'd been looking at something on it. The stares faded, and soon the coach came to our stop, dropping us at a private little villa in the town of Aspro Kavos on the Greek island of Corfu. Olivia's mouth dropped as she regarded the picturesque white walls and red slated roof, not to mention the sizeable saltwater pool around the back as we let ourselves in.
It was getting late, so once we'd dumped our things in the living room and locked the door again, Olivia kissed me with a passion that told me exactly where she wanted to go next. I grinned as she backed me into the bedroom, toppling me onto the bed and climbing on top of me. I slid my hands under her dress, grazing past her breasts and loving the moan that this movement led to. I ran them back down her waist, and rested one of them on her upper thigh, surprised fingers stroking across the skin to the garters she wore. She gasped, her tongue rushing into the deep kiss. I pulled the dress off of her, up over her head as she fumbled with the buttons on my shirt before giving up and ripping it off. I heard the buttons scatter across the tiled floor and laughed slightly into the kiss. I felt her lips curve too underneath mine. Next she started on my jeans, but as I quite liked these, I pushed her off and undid the button myself, watching her laugh at me in mock annoyance before she pulled them down, off over my feet.
Olivia slowly removed her underwear, teasing me as I watched her desperately. From where she was sitting, I knew she'd be able to feel my ever-growing hard-on as she did this, and this made her undress even slower, pulling down the garters with complete ease that made me want to drag her onto me. Soon I'd have the upper hand I decided, I'd have my fun too, if she was going to be a tease. I smiled, putting my arms on her shoulders and throwing her over, pinning her down. She looked up in surprise.
"My turn, Mrs Bishop" I whispered, feeling her heart race at the name she now held. I dragged one hand down her body, tracing a line with a finger as I led to her clitoris again and stroked it softly, noticing just how wet she'd become. She moaned with such desire; decisively demanding that she didn't want to wait any more, and if I was honest, neither did I. With one hand she grabbed my cock, crippling me with each thrust so that I couldn't cope any longer. She smiled seductively, a smile that suggested she knew how much control she had over me, and I huffed, but allowed her to slide me inside her, feeling the pleasure I knew was waiting as I felt the wetness envelope me in warmth.
I found myself quite unable to sleep that night. I was trying to get my head around the fact that I was married, and to Olivia of all people. When I first met her that day in Iraq, obviously I fancied her (though back then I tended to like anyone female), but I never even dreamed she'd be the woman I'd marry. Mind you, I hadn't been the marrying type. Plus she was only coming to me to save another man that she was convincingly in love with. There had been something about her though, something in the way she cared for John Scott that showed me exactly the kind of person she was, someone who'd give everything for those she loved. She'd proved me right on numerous occasions, whether it was when she'd have my back when we raided somewhere on a case, or when she'd risk her life to save mine, like the time I'd been infected.
At some ungodly hour she woke up next to me, kissing my cheek when she noticed that I was still awake.
"Haven't you slept?" She mumbled with a tired voice.
"Not yet" I smiled down at her, shifting her slightly so that her arm was lying across my chest rather than my stomach. She groaned slightly at the movement, I chuckled, wondering if I'd tired her out earlier. It was our wedding night after all.
"Go to sleep" Olivia muttered, putting a finger on my nose to silence me. I smiled, kissing the finger that fell back down onto my lips. She paused before adding a threat. "Or else"
"Or else what" I chuckled again.
"Or else you won't be rewarded in the morning, my dear husband"
I laughed again at this, sitting up slightly and feeling her hoist herself up with me. "And what would be my prize, my dear wife?" I teased her back.
"I'm sure I can think of something" she smiled, kissing my neck and running her fingers slowly around my chest. "But only if you sleep now"
I pressed a kiss into her hair, slipping back down into the bed as she wrapped her arms tighter around me. "Hmm, okay" I submitted, eagerly awaiting the morning light.
"Goodnight, Peter" she whispered.
"Goodnight, Olivia"
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