Sorry for the delay in posting chapter 4 - as an apology, here's chapter 5 as well! Hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading!

"It must be the country air," Olivia remarked drowsily. She was nestled in the crook of Peter's arm, her legs tangled with his, with his other arm draped possessively over her hip. They were floating in and out of sated sleep, both blissfully exhausted.

"Mmmmm?" Peter rubbed his nose against her cheek and blinked. "What's got to be the country air?"

She stroked his chest, his shoulders. Like him, she was glad for the freedom to touch him again, to feel him warm and solid under her fingers. "You. Me. Everything just felt so… intense."

She felt his quiet laughter before she heard it. "Well, I have these dreams to live up to now, you know." He leaned over her and brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. "How'd I do?" he asked cheekily.

"You…." She reached up and twisted her fingers in his hair, tugging his face down to hers. She nibbled his lips and whispered "I don't think I've ever had an orgasm last so long. And you…." She blushed a little at the memory.

Peter traced her cheek with his fingertips. 'Yeah…" He looked down at her and smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "It must be the country air."

As he bent down to kiss her, the intercom crackled. He brushed his lips against hers, then leaned back and sighed. "One guess what that means."

"Peter? This is your father, Walter Bishop. Are you finished having intercourse? I need to urinate."

Laughing softly, Olivia and Peter quickly put on their clothes, Peter stealing one last deep kiss before opening the door for Walter. "Hi, Walter. Did you and Gene have a good time?"

"Not as good as you did!" Walter chirped, grinning at Olivia's flushed cheeks and tousled hair. He leaned in close to Peter. "Barn door's open, son," he whispered mischievously. As Peter finished buttoning his pants and went outside to fetch Gene, Walter sat down on the sofa next to the bed Peter and Olivia had just vacated, beaming at her.

"Walter, I thought you needed to use the bathroom," Olivia reminded him, the intensity of his stare making her uncomfortable.

"Hm? Oh, yes," he said. As he passed her on his way to the small bathroom, he said, "Oh, I do hope the condom broke!" and closed the door behind him before Olivia could say a word.

"He did not just say what I think he said."

Olivia turned to see Gene nudging Peter up the ramp of the trailer. Shaking her head and laughing at both Walter's antics and the sight before her, she said, "Oh, yeah. He did."

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Olivia took her turn driving on the way back to town, as Peter sat in the passenger seat, staring at her with a mix of lust and self-satisfaction. "Peter, stop it," Olivia barked.

"Stop what?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"That," She replied cryptically.

"What? "What can I say? I'm a very happy, very, very, very satisfied…"

"You're incorrigible. Stop staring at me like the quarterback who just banged the head cheerleader behind the bleachers."

Peter was about to reply when Walter's voice came over the intercom. "Oh, Peter never played football, dear. He was too delicate."

I thought you turned that off, Peter mouthed to her. She shrugged apologetically, then said, "Oh, I remember seeing a photo of him in a soccer uniform, though."

"Oh, yes," Walter agreed, "Peter did try soccer for awhile. And hockey. He was such a wonderful skater. Very coordinated and graceful. But I suppose you know that by now, don't you, dear?" Walter added mischievously.

"Yes, Walter. Yes, she does," Peter said smugly, earning a withering look from Olivia.

"That's my boy!"

"Oh, my God!" Olivia yelped in aggravation, as both Walter and Peter dissolved in laughter.

Peter leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Gotcha," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Squirming a bit in her seat, she cleared her throat. "Down, boys," she said scoldingly. "I got a message from Broyles while you were getting Gene settled, and we need to meet Lincoln at the bridge. A shapeshifter from the other side has defected. I'll debrief Agent Dunham, and you two pick up the defector."

"A shapeshifter! How exciting!" Walter exclaimed. "I can't wait to – "

"Walter, no dissecting, right? This one's alive, remember?" Peter warned him.

"Yes, yes, all right," Walter groused. "Honestly, Peter, you'd think that when you found out you were in the correct universe, you'd become a bit more agreeable."

Olivia looked over to see not irritation on Peter's face, but a wistful smile. "Yeah, you're right, Walter. Everything just looks a whole lot better, when you know you're home."