Author's Note: I don't want to talk about the fucking Finale. I don't want to think about it. I just don't. However, as I said before, one good thing about so much fuckery is that the Muses come alive, even in the wake of emotional devastation. This WIP is imported straight from Tumblr and inspired by a gif mashup by lovepollution. It'll be updated every Wednesday (barring unforeseen occurrences) and here are the first 6 chapters. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
"Olivia…"
"Look, what happened between us over the weekend…it was amazing and intense and just really…we can't do it again. We just can't. We have to work together and there are just so many opportunities for conflicts of interests between us, it's not even funny. I'm a prosecutor, you're a forensic entomologist and even a defense attorney who got their license out of a Cracker Jack box would use that to undermine every case we interacted on. And it's not like we could deny the fact that we've…"
"…made love."
"…because of the way that you look at me and there were witnesses. I kissed you in front of a whole smoking lounge full of people and that taxi driver, not to mention the doorman and the security cameras at my place and…Fitzgerald, we just…I just…"
"I get it."
"Oh. Well, good. That's…good. So, we understand each other?"
"Completely."
"Okay, then. Good night, Dr. Grant."
Since the door was behind him, she had to pass him to leave. As soon as her arm was in his reach, he grabbed it, pulled her flush against him and kissed her deeply. She shuddered and then responded hungrily, his glasses going askew. Large, possessive hands went over her bottom and she pulled away with a gasp.
"Fitz…"
"Shut up, Livvie."
And then he kissed her again, backing her towards his desk…