So, I wrote this while listening to the song "Un-thinkable" by Alicia Keys. (It's a great song, you should give it a listen.) It's very out of character but I couldn't stop writing once I stopped. Hope you enjoy!

#Benstone

"How does a beer sound?"

"Sounds perfect." He responds contently from his spot on her couch.

Olivia walks over with two beers in hand to sit beside the man currently occupying her couch.

He looked comfortable, like he was always supposed to be there.

His shoulders were relaxed, his body was leaned comfortably back into the couch and his legs resting in what Olivia referred to as the 'man spread.' She gave a small smile to herself at how comfortable he had become not only on her couch, but in her life.

She handed him his beer as she sat down pulling one of her legs beneath her as the other rested on the floor. She got herself settled comfortably into the couch, positioning herself so she could look at the man sitting beside her.

Peter Stone.

They had spent this beautiful Sunday together with her son at the park. Although Noah was now in dance he still liked playing baseball every once in a while, especially with Peter. The two had clicked from the first time she introduced them. They bonded over their love of baseball and she figured Noah really enjoyed having the male energy around as well.

After spending the afternoon playing baseball, the trio finally come back to the apartment where they ordered pizza and planned on watching a movie, but Noah passed out only 15 minutes into it. They put him to bed and now it was just the two of them.

Normally his company didn't make her feel anything but safe and content, tonight she felt anxious being alone with him.

Although they had been spending time outside of work together for months now, going to dinner, baseball games with Noah, nights in at her place, drinks at the bar, they never crossed that line of being more than good friends.

The lines were becoming more and more blurred, but they were still never crossed.

Hugs were exchanged, phone calls were made when they needed to talk about their days, their casual touching became more frequent and intimate. A hand on her thigh during a movie, her head resting on his lap after she fell asleep during the movie. But the lines were still there.

Good friends.

Olivia knew tonight was the night, they couldn't avoid it anymore, she couldn't avoid it anymore.

As soon as the thought entered her mind, she felt Peter's hand brushing the side of her face as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"What? I like seeing your face." He said with that signature smile.

He took a swig of his beer and looked at her with a confused look when she didn't give him a sassy remark back like she normally would.

"What's going on in that head of yours, Liv? I can see you thinking."

Olivia continued looking down at her hands, now playing with the label on the beer bottle. He was right, she couldn't stop thinking.

This was her moment; this was when she was going to put it all out on the table. Someone finally needed to take the lead on this conversation, and it had to be her. After years of running away from this exact situation, she was about to force herself to run directly toward it.

"Liv, you're scaring me, say something."

She finally lifts her head to look at him and she can see the concern written all over his face. His posture has changed, he's positioned himself closer to her, one hand resting on her knee, his brow furrowed and those blue eyes searching for something that will tell him what is going through her mind right now.

Moment of truth, she thinks to herself.

"Peter. I have something to get off of my chest, and I want you to let me put it all out on the table before you say anything, okay?"

Peter felt his heart in his throat. This didn't sound good.

He took a deep breath and nodded as he moved himself so he was mirroring her position and facing her, wanting to give her his full attention.

Olivia couldn't have prepared herself for what was about to come out of her mouth or how she was going to say it, all she knew was she wanted to get it out and whatever happens, happens.

She'd never done anything like this before, she avoided situations like this at all costs. Now here she was about to take the leap of faith she never could have imagined herself taking.

Deep breath.

Go.

"My whole life I have ran from anything and everything that even had the potential to be good for me. I've always thought that I didn't deserve to be happy, and when I did get chances at happiness, I felt like I was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. When that didn't happen, I would make up any excuse I could to run before I could be disappointed again. I've been through some of the worst things this world has to offer, and I see the worst of the worst on a daily basis, but I've realized that happiness isn't something that I have to run from. I get to come home every day to that beautiful little boy back there, and he is the most unconditional love I have ever known. He's opened my heart." Her voice begins to crack talking about her son. She takes a deep breath trying to gain her composure before continuing.

"I've been scared to share that love with anyone else, I felt that I only had enough love to give to him and I didn't want to risk him getting hurt. But now I'm realizing that isn't true. I have enough to give to someone else who deserves it, and I deserve love, intimate love. I deserve someone who makes me feel safe, happy, content, loved. I deserve to feel like I'm not waiting for the other shoe to drop."

Peter's heart was now pounding so loud he was sure she could hear it. He was praying to a god he wasn't even sure he believed in that she was about to admit she felt the spark between them too.

"I've been feeling something lately that is becoming impossible to ignore and I don't want to fight it anymore,"

Now or never.

"I think I'm in love with you, Peter Stone."

Peter's heart had officially stopped. All the air had left his lungs and he felt like he was going to pass out. All he could do was continue to blankly stare at her as he waited for the air to return to his lungs.

Her eyes were locked on his, searching for any hint of what he was thinking, and she wondered to herself if he had even heard what she said.

She felt so confident moments ago getting these feelings off her chest and suddenly she wasn't so sure of herself anymore.

"Peter," she said softly, hoping for a reaction.

Suddenly his lips were on hers and his hand was on the side of her neck, pulling her closer to him as they melted into one another.

Those feelings of contentment, safety, happiness, love, were all she could feel right now.

It felt right.

When they finally broke for air they both couldn't help the smile that grew on their faces.

"Tell me what you've been feeling, Olivia."

She looked directly into his blue orbs as she took a deep breath before she began speaking again.

"When I'm with you, I feel safe. I have never felt safety in my entire life and getting that feeling from one person is a whole new ball game for me. You make me feel happy and like I'm not waiting for the other shoe to drop at any moment," she could feel the tears welling up in her voice beginning to crack from the emotion overflowing from her.

"And when I see you with my son, I see the happiness you bring to him," she wipes away the tears and shakes her head not believing the next words that were about to come out of her mouth, "and it doesn't scare me."

Peter was biting his bottom lip to keep it from quivering, his hand gripping her thigh as if he would lose her at any moment if he let up on his grip.

When he could finally gain his composure, he brought the hand that was gripping her thigh to lift her chin so she could look him in his eyes.

He knew how hard this was for her to admit, and he knew exactly what it meant.

"Olivia," he said softly, "What you just described, is exactly what love is supposed to feel like."

"I have loved you from the moment you held me and let me cry on your shoulder when Pam died. You've changed my outlook on justice, on love, on everything."

They both were softly crying now.

"All this time together I have been trying to give you space, I didn't want to push anything because I knew your past and I didn't want to start something you weren't ready for. I also know how much this job means to you and I didn't want to compromise that. But I would risk anything for you and Noah."

She looked up at him with her tear stained face, reaching for his hand and threading her fingers through his, needing his touch to feel comfort in this moment of so much uncertainty.

"Is this crazy, Peter? Are we crazy? This is the unthinkable."

Peter leaned forward and softly kissed her lips before resting his forehead against hers, his hands gripping the side of her face.

"Maybe it is crazy," he stated, "but maybe this could be beautiful, we just have to give it a try."

They locked lips again, falling into one another and giving in to the feelings they've been suppressing for what seems like forever.

Olivia felt like her body was on fire as she straddled his lap and felt his tongue enter her mouth, his hands resting on her hips. She bit his lip as she broke their kiss before speaking.

"Ask me, Peter," she breathed against his lips.

He knew exactly what she meant; he'd been waiting for this moment since that night in his office.

"Can we give this a try? Will you let me love you?"

She smiled, pecking his lips softly and slowly before responding.

"I'm ready."