Chapter 15:

Olivia hadn't fought his suggestion about sleeping. She was exhausted. It hadn't taken her but a few moments to fall asleep. Peter too had been tired and with the recent drugs in his system it seemed no trouble that sleep would come. Within minutes Olivia had shifted in her sleep, curling up to Peter.

Two hours later she felt her stomach grumbling and fighting with her. It was enough to make her uncomfortable and wake her up. She fought the urge to moan in protest as her eyes opened and noticed the bedroom was growing darker. It was late, well past dinner. She quietly pulled herself from Peter's embrace, slipping downstairs to the kitchen. She briefly eyed the fridge, not surprised there wasn't anything to eat. They hadn't found the time to go shopping and Peter was in no condition to drive Walter to the store. She opened the counter drawer finding an assortment of takeout menus. She grabbed a Chinese Food flyer and dialed the local restaurant putting in an order for the three of them. She knew Astrid would be dropping off Walter soon. Thankfully she'd been around them long enough to know what they both liked to eat. After she ordered she hung up the phone and shoved the flyer back into the drawer. She flipped on the lights in the living room and found her bag, carrying it up to the bedroom quietly.

She opened the door, grimacing as it squeaked and watched as Peter rolled around on the bed, feeling for Olivia and realizing she was the one that was opening the door. "You're leaving?" He yawned, his eyes still closed.

"No," Olivia smiled, "I was actually bringing my bag upstairs. I thought I might stay with you after dinner."

Peter slowly opened his eyes, giving a faint nod. "Sure, that sounds nice."

Olivia dropped her bag beside his bed, climbing back on the mattress sitting beside him. "So I ordered Chinese for dinner. It should be here in about 45 minutes. Walter should be home soon too. Do you want to go downstairs, watch some television or just relax upstairs a bit more?" She offered.

Peter smiled sitting up in bed, "we can go downstairs, put on something, maybe a movie until dinner arrives. Let me just get my pants on first, okay?" He watched as Olivia climbed off the bed, handing him his clothes. "Thanks." He quickly got dressed, not caring once again that she saw him in his boxers. They were engaged and though he didn't remember how that came to be, he felt that she loved him and knew deep down he felt that same way about her.

Olivia quietly waited until Peter was done getting dressed before leading him downstairs. "Can I get you anything?" She offered as they approached the bottom step.

Peter laughed softly, "aren't you the guest in our house?" It felt weird to him, having someone there to help him. He wasn't injured –just a little confused. He felt capable of handling the regular routine on his own. Of course it would take him a few extra minutes to figure out which cabinets held which dishes and which drawers held the silverware.

Olivia shrugged, "this place feels more like home than my apartment." It was a confession she'd never made to anyone and wasn't quite feeling capable of facing Peter at the very moment she said it either. "I'll just grab a water." She disappeared into the kitchen and Peter watched her curiously before he approached the sofa, sitting down.

Olivia grabbed two waters from the fridge. She handed Peter one as she sat down beside him. He reached for the remote, flipping through the channels, leaving the news on. "How'd you sleep?" He asked opening the bottle she'd given him and taking a sip.

"Two hours on the bed was better than the entire night on the sofa."

Peter laughed, "I bet." He smiled staring at her.

"What?" She asked wondering what he was thinking.

"How'd you do it?" He was incredibly curious. She'd shown him so much but not everything. It would have been impossible in such a short amount of time.

"Do what?" Olivia shook her head confused.

"The dream sharing, what was that? How did you do it?" He understood parts of the job but he didn't know how she was capable of something that seemed impossible. He hadn't been in the same room and wondered if there was a device she'd used, something she plugged into to share dreams.

Olivia laughed, "that's a long story."

Peter stared at her, "I have time. Dinner is still quite awhile away." He didn't let it go.

"I suppose it is." She nodded slowly. "You remember when you met me as a child?" Peter nodded and Olivia continued explaining, "I was part of an experimental group that your father conducted drug trials on. The group consisted of all young children and we were given something called Cortexiphan. It apparently heightens abilities that are considered to be dormant within and allows us to use them. One of which is crossing between dimensions."

Peter nodded slowly, "it's how you crossed over and killed my biological father."

"I had no choice." Olivia nodded. "The same drug within me has the ability to do many things that I've yet to tap into." She smiled weakly, "I still don't know how it works. I have some of the best scientists working with me to use it to help save the world and to save you." She confessed, "one of the abilities apparently allows me to share consciousness with another individual."

"Interesting," Peter smiled slowly, "so you have special powers. Can you turn invisible?"

Olivia laughed softly, "no, I don't think so."

"Damn, that might have been fun." Peter grinned. "I wonder what else you're capable of doing." He remarked watching as the front door opened and Walter stepped inside the house. Moments later the doorbell rang and dinner had arrived.

Peter opened the door and paid for dinner, grabbing the bags with Olivia's help. Together they brought the food into the kitchen, putting the bags down on the counter.

"You ordered a lot," Peter remarked seeing the cartons as he pulled them out.

Olivia shrugged, "I thought we could always eat the leftovers tomorrow for lunch."

Walter's eyes lit up, "nonsense!" His stomach grumbled rather loudly.

Peter glanced at Olivia, "he'll eat all of it. Believe me, he has the most intense appetite I've ever seen."

Olivia smiled, "when you were a child?" She guessed.

Peter shook his head no and then momentarily paused realizing it was a memory, something he knew from recent days. He didn't know why, couldn't pinpoint the exact memory but it was something he felt he knew.

"That's good," Olivia gently patted Peter's arm, "it's coming back. Just give it time." She assured him quite positively. The last thing he needed was the realization he may never recover his memories. If he was beginning to get little bits of information it was a start and possibly the beginning to a full recovery. Olivia was hopeful, either way though she would always love Peter Bishop.

The three of them sat down, quietly eating their dinner. Olivia was done first and reached for a fortune cookie. She grabbed the one facing her. She pulled the cookie out of its wrapper and cracked it in half reading her fortune.

"What's it say?" Peter asked finishing the last of his carton.

"Destiny is determined by the strength of one's character." Olivia watched as Peter cracked open his fortune, "what's yours say?"

"It doesn't describe me at all." He tossed it to the table letting Olivia reach out and read it 'Don't bite the hand that feeds you.'

Olivia smiled weakly, "it's a fortune, don't be upset, Peter." He looked more than just slightly annoyed—insulted.

"I'm just," he shook his head standing up. "This is ridiculous it's just a fortune." He wasn't going to make a big deal of it. He tossed the empty carton and the fortune into the trash. He washed the few dishes they had in the sink, "it's late, I'm going to call it a night and go to bed."

Olivia nodded slowly, "I'll be upstairs in a few minutes." She wanted to make sure the house was locked up and Walter was okay before she disappeared into Peter's bedroom.

Peter headed up the stairs as she felt Walter's eyes on her. He hadn't said much tonight.

"Peter will be okay," Olivia reassured him, "it's all still a lot to take in and today he experienced quite an overload of my memories."

"Your memories?" Walter questioned curiously. "What do you mean?" He hadn't been aware of what was going on with Peter that day.

"Peter and I – shared consciousness when we slept this afternoon. I took him up to Massive Dynamic and I showed him my memories of us – of our work. I was hoping it would trigger his memory."

Walter wasn't incredibly surprised that Olivia would do such a thing. He was slightly disappointed she hadn't asked his help. "Nina was able to help?"

"She provided what we needed," Olivia nodded, "she's a great asset to Massive Dynamic." In the recent months, Nina and Olivia had become closer in working together. Early on when they'd first met years ago, she had been suspect of her motives but now it seemed clearer.

Walter finished the last of the carton and Olivia helped clean up the rest of the counter, wiping it down.

"I think I'll head up to bed." Walter acknowledged. "Will you be here in the morning?" He asked.

"Yes, Walter," Olivia smiled weakly, "I'm looking after Peter for the next week."

Walter nodded, "have a good night dear."

"You too." Olivia answered watching as Walter headed for the stairs.

Olivia turned off the television along with the lights downstairs before making her way up. Quietly she cracked the door to Peter's room watching him lie on the bed. "You're still awake," she smiled closing the door behind her.

"You might want to lock that," Peter told her before she made her way across the room.

Olivia raised one eye before turning around, securing the look on the bedroom door. She walked across the room approaching the bed. "What exactly did you have in mind?" She asked suggestively.

Peter was certain his heart skipped a beat. She was everything he could ever imagine and more. It was no wonder he loved her. She wasn't just incredibly gorgeous and sexy, there was so much beyond those layers that he wanted to peel away. "I think I'm falling for you," he confessed.

Olivia laughed softly, "I suppose that's a start." She eyed him, "you might want to get out of those clothes." Her fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Peter swiftly removed his clothes, leaving only his boxers on as he climbed beneath the covers. His eyes watched her slowly undress. She was teasing him and it was driving him crazy. He gestured for her to come closer to the bed as she finished by removing her slacks.

His hands reached for her waist, needing to touch her. Touching her soon wasn't enough. He needed more of her, craved more. His fingers grazed across her hip, listening to the moans and whimpers slipping past her lips. He pulled her down above him, feeling her hips straddling him. Her weight and warmth, the smell of her skin was intoxicating. His heart pounded faster and his fingers moved up her back, unclasping her bra. He needed to feel and taste her skin.

His lips latched onto her nipple, the rosy skin he sucked and licked his tongue swirling and lips sucking. He listened to hear breaths, watched as her skin flushed and knew he was doing this to her – making her feel this way. It was empowering.

"My turn," she rasped with dark green eyes reluctantly pulling back. Her lips and mouth moved down and across his chest. Each kiss leaving a trail lower as her fingers snaked into the sides of his boxers pulling them down and off his hips, tossing them to the floor.

"Olivia," he gasped having a glimpse of his past with her, memories slowly finding their way back where they belonged. "Oh God." He moaned as he felt her lips descend on his thighs, inching her way up. She knew she was teasing him and watched his face, his expression, seeing so much on there and knowing this was good for him. She wanted to please him, make all his fantasies come true.

Her lips latched on, sucking and letting her tongue swirl. She watched his body react further and waited till he was almost there before pulling back. He whimpered in protest and Olivia climbed up his body, straddling his waist.

"Soon," she ran her lips over his, breathing him in. Olivia guided him inside her entrance. She moaned as he filled her, trying her best to keep quiet but every time they made love she was compelled to scream out his name, call out to the world how amazing he made her feel. He covered her lips with his, moaned into her mouth as they kissed. Her lips found his neck, planting kisses, sucking the skin with each thrust as she held him close, needing to feel his strong heart beat knowing he was alive and hers. So much had happened and though it wasn't back to the way she wished, it was still incredible. He was alive and relatively healthy. She wouldn't and couldn't ask for more.

With each thrust, the intensity of the moment grew and her mind flashed to moments of them together of all the reasons she loved him and of her own imagined future of them together with children and happy. Her body clung to Peter's and he gasped loudly feeling her body tighten and constrict around him. She trembled in his arms finally letting go together.

Gasping for air, Olivia found it hard to catch her breath as she rolled off Peter and onto her back.

"Wow." Peter gasped his eyes still closed but he reached out finding her hand, entwining their fingers together. Her H

He opened his mouth to speak but found it incredibly difficult as he was still breathing hard, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Love you." He whispered between breaths hoping she heard him.

Olivia smiled rolling onto her side, draping a leg over his, wanting to be close to him. Her hand rested on his chest. "I love you too." She felt his heart pounding and gently traced a soft pattern across his chest with her fingers. Perhaps it was the motions on his skin but his body quickly settled into her touch, the rhythm seemed calming and Peter stared into her eyes, finally finding his voice and the words he wanted to tell her more than anything.

"I remember, Olivia. I remember."

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