Olitz Holiday One Shot

It's Gettin' Hot In Here

"Fitz, NO!" Olivia said in a serious tone. "I'm warning you, if you throw that snowball at my face, so help me..." She never got to finish her threat, because the cold white ball of fluff smacked her right on the side of her head. Fitz ducked behind his car and Olivia could hear him laughing uncontrollably.

A few minutes later, when the laughter subsided, he slowly poked his head up from behind the car to gauge her disposition. He couldn't see her. Poking his head up a little further, Fitz craned his neck to the left and right, but still saw no sight of his wife. He glanced toward their front door, wondering if she had gone inside. He would have heard the door open and close though, he thought to himself. She was probably hiding somewhere, waiting for payback.

He sat back down in the snow and began making more snowballs while he looked around their neighborhood. Everything was white from the nine inches of accumulation they received the night before. Houses, power lines, cars, the sidewalks, and everything else was covered in the powdery white beauty. It was indeed a winter wonderland, and Fitz had dragged Olivia out of the house for some play time in the snow. They had already been out here for...he glanced at his watch and his eyebrows went skyward at the realizationfour hours. Olivia probably had gone inside.

He continued making snowballs just in case she was hiding somewhere waiting to hit him back for his brazen antics. He heard footsteps and stopped moving. It was foolish because she knew perfectly well where he was at, but he ceased movement just the same. He heard her wince and his head automatically came up to look for her. It could be a trick, but she could also genuinely be hurt. He wouldn't take the chance. Besides, he deserved whatever she had in mind no matter what it might be.

"Babe? You okay?" He called out.

"I'm fine." She said not so convincingly.

Following her voice, he spotted her coming out from behind a tree. He watched her take a step and then crumple to the ground, wincing louder. "What's the matter, Liv?"

She groaned. "I think I twisted my ankle in this damned snow! These boots are made for cuteness, not trampling through the snow like a twelve year old."

He couldn't help himself. "How many times do I have to tell you? I just had a birthday. I'm thirteen!" He came out from behind the car and slowly made his way towards her, still weary of her intentions. She
was holding onto her ankle and leaning against the tree though and appeared to be hurt. He quickened his steps to get to her, no longer caring about any possible sneakiness.

When he reached her, he squatted down to take a look at her ankle. A moment later Fitz jolted upright with a loud scream of shock. Olivia had filled a plastic watering can with snow and dumped it down his back. She bolted for the front door as soon as he screamed, but she was laughing so hard he caught up with her in seconds.

"Ohhhh no! Where do you think you're going?" Fitz snatched her up and easily threw her little body over his shoulder. "You tricked me with the twisted ankle thing. I kinda owe you one for that, Liv."

"No way, Fitz! That was payback for the snowball you threw at my head! You could have hit me in the eye!"

"I could have hit you in the ass too, but I didn't. And the trickery of the twisted ankle was the payback for the snowball. The snow down the back of my shirt was a one up for you." He continued carrying her towards the back yard and smacked her on the ass with a heavily gloved hand every few feet.

By this time Olivia was laughing and smacking him on the ass with both hands, trying to get Fitz to put her down. "Where are you taking me?"

"I'm going to write a message in the snow for Santa to take you back to the North Pole with him when he comes tomorrow night. I can't deal with you anymore." He lied.

"You'll be miserable without me and you know it!"

"If quiet is miserable, then sign me up!" He joked.

He stopped in the middle of their blinding white yard and slowly slid her down the front of his body. When her face was right in front of his, but her feet still weren't on the ground, he grinned at her and said, "Hi."

Olivia knew he was up to something and wondered what it was? But for right now, he was being awfully damn cute so she played along, giving him a smile back with her hands around his neck and said, "Hi. What are we doing, Fitz?"

"Like I said, you owe me for the snow down the back. Are you prepared to make it up to me?"

"No way in hell do I owe you anything or am I making anything up to you." She replied with her smile still in place. "Besides, we've been out here for a really long time. We're going to end up with pneumonia if we don't go inside soon."

"What if my idea was mutually beneficial?" He asked, grinning like a fool.

"The only thing mutually beneficial for both of us is sex, but that's not happening A) in our backyard or B) in the snow."

Fitz nuzzled in her neck and planted his cold lips on her chilly cocoa skin there. "Haven't you ever had sex in the snow?"

She pulled away and looked at him sharply. "No! Have you?"

"What? No! But this is our chance to do it together. It could be fun." He went back to pressing his lips into his wife's neck. "Come on, babe. Live a little! Where's your sense of adventure?"

"I'm not really excited about Charles and Angie looking out the window and seeing my bare ass, or anything else of mine bared for the world to see." Olivia shyly admitted.

"Don't be such a worry wart, Liv. It'll be fun. Besides, you owe me. Come on, say yes."

She glanced over at their neighbor's house. There weren't any lights on. Maybe they weren't even home right now? Then she looked at Fitz. He was awfully cute when he was being mischievous. "Why not?"

"Really?" Fitz asked surprised she agreed to it. "I mean, yea!, let's do this."

"You're gonna hurry! It's like 12 degrees out here. And when we're done, you're making coffee while I take a shower. Deal?"

"Absolutely, conselor!" In that moment he would have agreed to damned near anything. Fitz grabbed her by the hand and searched for the most discreet snowbank. There really wasn't one, and he was trying to hurry before she changed her mind. He took a quick glance around and unceremoniously plopped down into one and shrieking at the cold.

Olivia giggled at him and asked, "Cold huh?"

"A little. I just need you to come warm me up." He reached his hand up for her to take and watched her look around. He hoped she wasn't getting cold feet already. "Come on, Liv. I promise I'll be fast."

"Well nothing says romantic like high school fast sex." She said, rolling her eyes.

"I didn't mean that, smartass. Just get over here. Besides, I've got your romance in my pants."

"You're kinda making it worse. Maybe you shouldn't talk anymore?" She unzipped her coat and took it off as he watched her with confusion.

"What the hell are you doing? You're going to freeze to death without your coat!" He shouted.

"Shhhhhh! I'd rather freeze to death than have our neighbors see my ass! Seriously, stop talking!" She warned. "Should we really be doing this?"

"We're newlyweds! We're supposed to do dumb shit and have sex everywhere! It's an unwritten law somewhere. Will you just get over here so I can kiss you and keep you from talking anymore?"

With one last look around, Olivia whispered, "This is by far the craziest thing I have ever done." She took off her pants and underwear and quickly straddled Fitz's lap. "This is really cold." She giggled.

"Mmmmm, not for long." Fitz attacked her mouth as his arms wound around her and pulled her coat over her body. From there, they happily settled on her ass where they began to knead her cold flesh.

As much as she hated to admit it, Olivia was enjoying herself. She unbuttoned Fitz's shirt and was kissing his chest as her fingers made their way down to the waistband of his jogging pants. She reached a hand inside and took a hold of his warm hardening length.

"Fuck! Your hands are cold!" He practically screamed.

Olivia just giggled. "Don't be such a baby. You said my romance was in here. I'm just looking for it."

"If you have to look for it, you don't know what you're doing. It's taking up all the available space in my underwear." He stated proudly.

"Shut up! I am very well aware of what you're working with. I know every long inch of it by heart."

"You also know every long inch of it by mouth, by.."

"Stop talking, perv!" She laughed. "Let me do my thing so you can do your thing."

"My thing is going all the way into your thing." He said suggestively.

"Like I said, high school sex. I'm like, totally turned on right now." She said sarcastically.

"First time snow sex is not going to be a fond memory if you keep talking like that."

"Only time snow sex." She muttered.

"You'll be screaming my name and melting all the snow around us in no time. That's a guarantee."

"Shut up and kiss me some more."

"Yes, ma'am." Their tongues played together and made them breathless while four hands groped chilled skin, quickly warming it up. Fitz leaned back in the snow and lined his painfully hard length up to Olivia's wet heat. She quickly slid onto him all the way to the base, causing both of them to moan. "Why haven't we done this before now?"

"Because we just lost our minds!" She hissed.

"I don't ever want to be sane again!"

Olivia laughed at him. "Is your ass frozen yet?"

"It's getting there. How about yours?"

"Nah, I'm good. High school sex means I'll be in the shower in three minutes." Fitz pinched her ass and she yelped.

"Are you planning on moving any time soon? Or should I flip you onto your back into this snowbank and do the job myself?"

"Bossy and fast. Oh, the memories of 1999!"

"Say high school sex one more time, Liv." He threatened. He watched her open her mouth to say it, but before she could utter a syllable, he added, "Do it, and you'll be on your hands and knees while I take my sweet time having you from behind. We'll be out here for hours and anyone could see anything they want, and I really don't care if they do." He waited a beat. "Go ahead. I dare you."

Olivia knew him well enough to know he could easily carry the threat out and she stayed silent. It was awfully fun to mess with him though. Instead, she grabbed him by the hair on the back of his neck and brought his face to hers and kissed him while her hips started rising and falling on the length of him.

They expelled little clouds of warm air as she moved faster and faster on him. His hands went back to her ass and helped by lifting her up and down his enormity. "Please...don't let this...be...the last time...we do this. So fucking hot." He panted.

Olivia pulled away from his lips and said, "Don't make this fast. Ohhhhh my god! Right there! Keep going."

Feeling frustrated by his lack of control with the situation, Fitz apologized to his wife and then lifted her up and laid her down in the snow, trying to keep her ass on the coat, but failing miserably and not really caring much at the same time. He looked down at her face for anger at his movements, but found no trace of it.

Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her hair was a tangled mess with snowflakes all in it, she somehow still had her shirt on, but she looked happy as could be. God, she was beyond beautiful. Time to mess her up some more. He put his hands on either side of her body and began hammering into her. Olivia immediately responded with loud moans in between calling out his name repeatedly. It did wonders for his ego.

Her legs went around his waist and she pulled him down for more passionate kisses, which he happily obliged. He slowed his movements down some, but kept a good rhythm going to bring her to the edge. Deciding that they were both already cold, Fitz reached down and lifted up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her breasts. He dipped his head and began running his tongue over one already hardened nipple and then took it into his mouth and began sucking like a starving baby.

Olivia arched her back at the combination of the cold air and his warm mouth on her skin. She was getting closer, but not quite there. She grabbed his hand and led the way down her body, showing him what she needed for the final push. Fitz played her body like an instrument and had her screaming very loudly in no time at all. While her body convulsed with the aftershocks, Fitz kept plunging in and out of her until he followed her into the abyss and collapsed on top of her a few minutes later.

"Ohmygod! That was just..."

"Amazing!" He finished breathlessly.

"Better than amazing...I don't know what the word for it is...But it was THAT!"

"I don't think I can get up, Liv."

"Then I'm leaving you out here. It's getting cold again."

"Cold? I'm sweating!"

"I need a shower. And coffee. Then maybe a movie while we cuddle on the couch?"

Fitz pecked her lips. "Sounds good. Carry me in?"

Olivia giggled. "Not happening. But we have other problems right now."

"Such as?"

"I currently don't have any pants on, and putting them on out here is going to be impossible! How do I get in the house from here?"

"That's it? Easy. You wrap your coat around your waist and bring your sleeve up between your legs like a diaper and go inside. How is that a real problem when I can't walk?"

"This coat cost me four hundred dollars! I'm not turning it into an adult diaper because you had a wild idea to screw in the snow! Next idea?"

"Why do you tell me these things, wife? Four hundred dollars for a coat? Have you lost your fucking mind? That's a car payment for someone with bad credit! The only other idea is to strut into the house like you are Beyoncé or some shit and don't care what anyone thinks or sees. Of course, you'll be showing off all your goodies, which I disapprove of, but you gotta get in there somehow."

"Those are your best options? Really?" Olivia was in complete disbelief.

"Yea. Adult coat diaper or Beyoncé strut it." He shrugged.

"Why did I listen to you in the first place? This whole thing was a bad idea!"

"That's not what you were screaming five minutes ago." He imitated her voice and said, "Ohmygod, Fitz...Don't stop...Right there...Oooooh, Fitz. Don't ever..."

"Shut up and help me with my coat! Adult diaper it is, and if this is ever brought up again, you will pay for it dearly. You can pay to have it dry cleaned though!"

Once Olivia was all covered up, although feeling like an idiot, they made their way into the house. "What kind of guys did you date in 1999?"

She chuckled, bumped hips with her husband, and held his hand. "The really quick kind, obviously."

The two of them looked beyond ridiculous walking into the house. Fitz held his jacket by his index finger with it slung over his shoulder wearing nothing but a t-shirt and sweats. Olivia had the top half heavily covered, but her short chocolate legs were a stark contrast to the white snow all around them as they stuck out from her hand made diaper coat.

Fitz sneezed and Olivia mindlessly said, "Bless you" as they continued to walk up the steps to the door.

Before they made it inside, Fitz pulled Olivia's hand to cease her movements. She turned to face him on their porch and he said, "That wasn't so bad. It was kinda fun actually. First time snow sex is definitely a fond memory for me. Thanks, babe."

Olivia smiled up at him. Her husband was beyond crazy, but it was one of the things she found most adorable about him. "It was really funny, and fun too. We might have to do it again sometime."

Fitz leaned down and with a grin plastered on his face, kissed her lips.

"Of course, it won't ever happen in our backyard again and we'll have to plan a little better with the.."

"You're taking all the fun out of it with your planning. It was spontaneous and I think it went really well for our first time." He kissed her again and then opened the door. "Go jump in the shower and I'll make coffee." He slapped her ass and watched her scoot to the bathroom.

Two minutes later the phone rang and Fitz answered it. "Hello?"

"I think you left your gloves outside." A voice said. "Maybe a shirt too? Uhhhh, the back yard to be specific."

"Don't you have a life to live?" Fitz asked with a smile on his face as he filled the coffee pot with water. So, they had been busted. Fitz didn't care. They were grown ass adults who could do as they pleased.

"Actually, I do. I looked out the kitchen window to see what the snow looked like when I spotted two crazy people, uhhh frolicking in it. I went to watch television immediately. Can you give me some warning when the two of you do something insane like that again?"

"Where's the fun in that, Charles? Besides, I don't think the wife was a fan of it. If you ever mention that you saw us to Olivia she will castrate me! Stick to the guy code and say nothing."

"I have no intention of ever looking at her again. You've got no worries about me talking to her. Go outside and get your stuff. Every time I look out the window it's a constant reminder that I need to bleach my eyes!"

Fitz chuckled at their neighbor and then sneezed. "Going now. Bye, Charles."

By the time Olivia got out of the shower, she felt like a brand new person. And pretty damned proud of herself for her snow follies with Fitz. She was also feeling warmer now that she was covered from head to toe and made her way out to the kitchen for the delicious smelling coffee that had wafted to their bedroom.

She didn't see Fitz anywhere and called his name on her way to the coffee pot. He answered her from the couch. After filling a mug she went to sit on the edge of the sofa, where he was laying down. "Hey. You okay?"

"I'm just tired." He reached a hand up to her and sneezed at the same time, quickly covering up his mouth and nose with the crook of his arm. "I think you broke me out there."

"Go take a quick shower. You'll feel better afterwards and you'll be warmer."

"There's that word again. Quick." He joked.

"Stay in there as long as you like. It really will make you feel better. I promise."

"I just want to sleep right here for a while. I'm exhausted."

"We did stay outside for a really long time playing. But since I've taken my shower, I feel rejuvenated. You should go take one now and then take a nap if you want." She suggested. He did look tired. Maybe a nap would help?

"Okay, I'm going." Olivia pulled him up and watched him sway on his feet before he disappeared down the hall.

Thirty minutes later Olivia hadn't heard a peep from Fitz and she went to check on him. He was sprawled out, lying face down on their bed. He had the blankets pulled over his head and the sight made Olivia giggle. She stifled it with a hand over her mouth and just looked at his motionless covered form. At least he had gotten a shower. She kissed the top of his head and quietly walked back out into the living room.

It had been three hours since Olivia had discovered Fitz in their bed and still he hadn't woken up. She went to see if he wanted something to eat. She sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his curls. "Babe?" She gently called.

Fitz didn't move.

"Fitz? Do you want something to eat? I made some soup."

He mumbled something and Olivia rolled her eyes at him.

"Fine. I heated up a can of soup. Do you want some?"

He grunted in the negative and added, "My head hurts. And I'm freezing. Can you turn up the heat please?"

Olivia was perfectly comfortable in a t-shirt and leggings and wondered how in the hell he was cold under so many blankets? "It's not cold in here, babe. Roll over and let me feel your forehead." When he complied and she touched him, Olivia realized that her husband was running a fever.

"Cold hands" he whined, still half asleep and swatting hers away.

"I'm not cold, Fitz. You're running a fever. I'm going to go get you some Tylenol and water. Stay put." She ordered.

"No energy to move." He mumbled.

As she riffled through the cabinets looking for the medicine, Olivia did her best Fitz imitation and mumbled, "Have you ever had sex in the snow? Where's your sense of adventure, Liv? Idiot!"

Grabbing the small bottle, she shook out two caplets into her hand and went to pour a glass of water from the sink. She quickened her steps to their bedroom and helped Fitz sit up to take the caplets. He stuck out his tongue, showing her that he had made them disappear, like any ten year old would, and then very gently laid back down, pulling the blankets over his body again.

Olivia went to get the thermometer and took his temperature. When it beeped she looked at the digital read out.

101.3. That wasn't good.

"Babe?" He croaked. "Will you come lay with me? I'm so cold. And I miss you."

Men were complete babies when they were sick. She really didn't want to get whatever he had, but Olivia went to her side of the bed and got under the covers, scooting closer to him.

"Never mind!" He shouted. "You're fucking freezing! Maybe you're the one who is sick? Skin shouldn't be that cold unless it's dead, Liv."

Olivia closed her eyes and prayed for patience. "My skin isn't cold. It feels cold to you because yours is so hot."

He made a suggestive sound.

"No, not that kind of hot. Pervert." Feeling inspired, and a little vindictive, Olivia added, "You know what would break your fever?"

"Huh?"

"A warm bath." Payback was such an amazing thing.

"Nope! I'm good. I'm not even sick anymore! I'm getting up to go cook dinner." He didn't move an inch. "See?"

"Oh yea, I see. The thing is, you're getting in the tub. You can either go about it peacefully, just you and I, or I'll call your brother to come over here and help me get you in it. But you are getting in the tub. Go ahead and take a minute to decide. I'll go get some towels and a fresh pair of pajamas for you." She had been waiting for this moment for a longgggg time. Olivia hated that he was sick, but maybe now Fitz would be a little more understanding of how she felt when he took care of her while she was running a fever?

"Why are you being mean to me?" He whined.

"I'm not being mean to you. Your fever needs to break, and getting into the bathtub will accomplish that. I'll even get in with you, just like you did for me, okay?" She went into the bathroom and started running slightly warmer than lukewarm water. He was going to hate it just as much as she did. The water was warm, but not hot. Still, it would feel like a thousand cold steel knives stabbing his fevered skin and Olivia hated that he would have to go through that.

"Come on. Let's get you undressed, babe." She said gently.

"It's gonna be cold."

"The water isn't cold, Fitz."

"Not the water, the air."

"I'll get up and turn the heat up some more so that when you get out of the tub it will be warmer, okay?"

"Mmmkay. Thank you."

Olivia came back and pulled the blankets back to see that Fitz wasn't wearing anything. He was laying in their bed naked but complaining about the air being cold. MEN! Well, it saved her having to take off his clothes. She pulled her own clothes off and helped him to sit up on the bed with his feet hanging off the side of it. "Come on, let's get this over with. You'll feel better in no time."

"The air is freezing on my skin!"

Olivia didn't remember being such a baby about this as he was, but placated him anyways. "We're almost there. Come on. Step in easy."

Fitz yelped loudly the second his foot touched the water. "There is no way in hell I'm getting in there! It feels like someone chipped off a piece of the glacier that hit the Titanic and put it in our tub. NO WAY IN HELL, LIV!"

"Get your ass in the bathtub or I'm calling Thad. And he'll see me naked. Your call."

"That's low. And I don't like you right now."

"Yea, well, I'm not a huge fan of yours at the moment either. Get in the tub, Fitz."

He got in and whined the entire time he was in it. Olivia eased him to sitting down in the water and started pouring water on his hot skin, trying to cool him down some. His teeth started chattering and her heart broke a little, knowing he was miserable. "Just a few more minutes and we'll get out and get you in some warm pajamas and back into bed. I promise, babe. Hang in there."

Through his teeth chattering and severe shaking, he nodded.

"I'm sorry, Fitz, but this is the tough part. I've got to get your head wet. It'll help with bringing your temp down. I know it feels cold, but after I'm done, we'll get out. Okay?"

"J...J...Just...d...d...do...it." He stammered. He was shaking really violently and wanted this nightmare to be over. He would never bring up the night he had to do this to Olivia ever again. This was the most terrible thing a human being could do to another. He felt the water hit the top of his head and he shrieked. "Mother fucker! Th...That is c...c...cold!"

"I'm sorry, Fitz. Just one more cup full and we'll be done. I know it feels so cold on you. I'll do it really fast." She dumped the cup on his head, and watched him shake so hard that water sloshed over the side of the tub. She stood up, got out of the tub, and grabbed a towel. "Can you stand up so I can wrap you up in this towel?"

He nodded while keeping his hands in fists and his arms close to his body. Olivia was still wet, but wanted him to be warm first. Once he was wrapped up, she grabbed the other towel and brought it around her own body. She led him into their bedroom and took her own towel off to dry him with it. She got him dressed as he continued to whine about how cold he was. Olivia was sympathetic, but felt helpless to do much more.

She pulled back the blankets and he shivered his way into the bed. Olivia pulled them up to his chin, tucking him in. She got herself dressed and then got into the bed beside him, holding him close until his shivering subsided. He started drifting to sleep but before he was out he mumbled, "Thank you, babe. I still don't like you, but thank you."

Olivia chuckled but apologized. "I love you too. Please feel better."

Sometime in the middle of the night, Fitz woke up and sat up in bed. He was drenched in sweat and couldn't figure out why? He grabbed a phone from the nightstand and turned on the flashlight. Olivia was sound asleep where he had been laying, but didn't appear to be over heated. The air felt hot too. He got up to see if something was wrong with the heater.

The thermostat read eighty-four degrees! What the hell was that all about? He turned it back down to a decent seventy-two. His throat felt parched, like he had been crawling in the desert for a month. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, chugging most of it down. That felt so much better. As he made his way back to the bedroom, he pulled off his sweat soaked t-shirt, throwing it on the floor behind him. His pajama pants followed. He turned on the ceiling fan in their room and sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the cooler oscillating air. He finished his water and set the bottle on the nightstand along with the phone.

As he sat there, feeling the temperature in the air drop even more, to a decent degree, Fitz tried to recall what happened before he went to bed. He remembered being outside with his wife and their little sexperiment. He looked over at her and grinned at the memory. That was hot! After that, things got kind of hazy. He remembered taking a shower and falling asleep. Did Liv wake him up or did he dream that? Something about glaciers popped into his mind. He'd have to ask her about it in the morning.

He went into the bathroom to relieve himself and just as he was pulling the blankets up, Olivia sat up in bed and looked over at him with wide eyes. "Wassumatter? Are you okay? Do you need some more medicine?" She rubbed her tired eyes and touched his forehead as it crinkled with confusion.

"What are you talking about? And why does the house feel like the center of hell? The thermostat was on eighty-four."

His fever had broken. Olivia felt so relieved and happy and...why was he questioning her? "You were sick and were running a fever yesterday afternoon."

"No I wasn't."

"Really? Then you were whiney and burning up for attention? Is that what you're telling me, Fitz?"

"I don't remember that!"

"Because you had a fever! I took your temperature. Your fever was over one hundred and one! I gave you some Tylenol and put you in a bath. You don't rem..."

"That's where the glacier thing came from." He pointed an accusing finger at her and said, "You threw me into a freezing ice filled tub. I remember that very well now."

"No, I didn't." She said, pointing a finger of her own back at him. "It was warmer than lukewarm. It's not quite as much fun when you're the one shivering and feverish is it?"

Bits and pieces of it were coming back to him now. "I remember us playing in the snow and then, after you were mean to me, I remember with perfect clarity the sex in the snowbank." He grinned at her in the darkened room.

"Of course you remember that. You know, I told you you were going to get sick if you stayed in the snow all day. But did you listen to me? Nooooo."

"You were out there just as long as I was, but you didn't get sick."

"Maybe my immune system is stronger than yours? Maybe I'm just better than you are? Maybe, just maybe..."

"Charles saw us screwing in the snow. Nite, Liv." Fitz laid his head on his pillow with a huge smile one his face. He enjoyed getting the last word on that one about as much as he enjoyed the silence that followed his admission. Ahhh, peace and quiet on Christmas Eve.