Cohabitation

~Two~

"So that's Peter," Aiden said over take out and tea later in their living room. "He certainly looks like a badboy. What happened to his face?"

"I think a fist happened to his face," Olivia replied. There was tension in her shoulders, she was worried about Peter, Aiden could tell.

"Obviously. So he just showed up then?" Aiden wanted to know.

"Yes. No warning, no call, nothing. Just him and his bloody face. He hadn't even bothered to clean up when he ran, and it's pretty obvious he hadn't stopped once on his way here. Thank god the helmet had covered it up. I'm sure otherwise the police would have stopped him." She sighed, stabbing a piece of broccoli with her chopsticks.

"So, whatever he left back there was a mess," Aiden said.

"Yeah. You don't mind, do you that he's staying here?"

Aiden hadn't expected a naked man in his shower when he came home this evening, but it wasn't like he minded that much. They had often people over. Mostly only for a night or three, but still. It wasn't a hardship.

"I don't mind. You know it's one of the things I love about you, that you help whenever you can."

"He's a good person," Olivia said.

Aiden hummed. He only knew Peter from her stories. She and him went way back. Now he would have an opportunity to get to know the man that had been such a big part of his girlfriend's life.

"I know he is, you wouldn't have let him stay here otherwise," he replied.

"I probably should have called you, but I was just – it's been so long, you know and he hasn't changed at all. I mean – he looks the same."

"Good, you mean," Aiden teased.

She nodded. "Yeah, good. He's always looked good. But something about him is different now. I can't put my finger on it."

He leaned over and put his hand on her knee, she hissed, and he let his hand slide up to her tight.
"He's gonna be here for a few more days at least, you can find out all his dirty secrets then," Aiden said to lighten her mood.

"I don't think anyone can find out all of Peter's secrets," Olivia replied. She put the cartoon with Chinese food on the coffee table and turned to him. "Are you starting something Mister?"

"Is it working? If it's working, I'm totally starting something," Aiden answered, letting his hand wander a bit higher to make his intent clear.

"With Peter down the hall," Olivia said.

"I'm not hearing a 'no'," he replied. His hand was between her legs now and he could feel her warmth through her panties. "You know I was thinking about ravishing you on the couch on the whole way back home."

"And I thwarted your plans. I'm so sorry," she said.

"You should be, I mean, it's not only me who gets to come."

"We really shouldn't have sex on the couch," Olivia said.

"Well, I'll just stop then," he replied.

She grabbed his wrist to keep his hand where it was. "Don't you dare stop."

"I see you get to come, because it's less messy..."

"I'll make it up to you in the bedroom later," Olivia said, breathy.

"With your mouth?"

"Yeah," she hissed.

"Deal," Aiden replied and slipped his fingers inside the damp cotton. He scooted closer so he could kiss her while he was playing with her clit, because she liked kissing lot and it always got her going. Her fingers grabbed his shirt and she kissed him harder, sloppier too: he knew she was close.