Find Me

A Bed

Olivia sat in the coffee shop, watching as the man in front of her sat down. He folded his hands over one another, looking over her.

"You haven't spoken to me in over four years and you're late to meet me." She chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee. "Very typical of you Allen."

Her brother smiled at her, looking down at his hands. "You look good Liv. I wanted to congratulate you on your engagement."

"Thank you." She looked down at the diamond ring Ian had very dramatically proposed to her with. "I didn't know you knew."

"Malcolm made it very clear when he was cussing me out over the phone." Allen sighed. "He also told me that you've known about the... well yourself since you were fifteen."

"I have." Olivia nodded. "And I'm quite offended you told Ian and not to tell me."

"I figured it would be best if you stayed in the dark. I didn't think you would take it well." He said ashamed.

"I'm a lab experiment Allen... what am I gonna do? Sue Hammond for giving me life?" She laughed. "I'm not that crazy."

"Why did you want to see me?" He asked.

"Because." She looked across the table at him, meeting his eyes. "I'm getting married in two months and I want my big brother there. Asshole or not."

"Really?" He asked, slightly shocked. "Are you sure Liv? Ian won't kill me on sight?"

"Ian loves me and known if he did anything to you it would hurt me. He doesn't like to hurt the people he loves Allen." She sighed. "Yes I want you to be there. Who else I gonna walk me down the aisle?"
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Two months later

Olivia stood in the hotel bathroom, her hand struggling to unclasp the earrings. "Do you need help?" Ian asked, his own hands resting on her hips.

"That would be nice, yes." She smiled. He nodded, unclasping the jewelry for her.

His hands ran down her neck and over her shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He began gently massaging her shoulders, kissing along her temple.

"You looked wonderful tonight... Mrs. Malcolm." He grinned, looking at her in the mirror. "A wedding dress really suits you."

She turned, placing her hands on his chest and her back was pressed against the counter. "You told me once you were married only occasionally. Is this one permanent?"

He smiled, pressing his lips against the top of her head. "You couldn't get rid of me if you wanted to." He sighed.

She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, swaying from side to side. "I could stay like this forever."

"Then why don't we?" He whispered, nuzzling into her hair.

"Because a few feet away there's a bed." She smirked.

"And what does a bed have to do with anything?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Sex is way more comfortable on a bed."

Ian groaned, quickly scooping her into his arms and carrying her out of the bathroom. "Why didn't you say that earlier?"