She was not sure what came over her. Maybe it was his declaration about the house, their house, his deep belief they "had a chance" or maybe it was the look of hurt and sadness on his face when he said he needed to sell it now, the kind of look that she never wanted to see again, and definitely didn't want to be the person who inspired that look.
She clawed at his clothes like they were on fire and she was trying to save him from the flames. His look of confusion and uncertainty after her first kiss quickly turned into one of tenderness, love, and lust as she peeled more and more of the layers off him. She usually allowed him to take the lead, enjoying his assertive care of her body, the way he knew how to touch her and make her go wild. Today was not one of those days though. Today she was in control and was pushing him to the point of no return.
Fitz fell back on the floor as soon as the last waves of their climax hit them both. Olivia followed him eagerly and placed her head in the hollow between his shoulder and neck. She loved that nook of his body; it was created specially for her. She smiled blissfully, feeling his hands dance up and down her spine. Hic cock was still trembling inside of her, and she could feel the essence, both his and hers, slowly trickling down her thighs.
"All is right in the world" – she thought. Even if it is only for one minute, or one hour, but her world was a happy place, and the most important person, Fitz, was right there with her.
Olivia was still regulating her breath after rounds of intense lovemaking they just had. She was still sometimes surprised by the intensity of the love they shared. Coming down from her cloud 9, she started feeling a bit uncomfortable being naked on the floor with Fitz in this strange beautiful house. And then she remembered that it was not a "strange" house, it was their house, the one that he built for them. She could not help herself and shook her head slightly and laughed softly.
"What?" - Fitz' voice was right next to her ear. Even though his hands stilled their dance on her back, she could hear the amusement in his voice.
She looked up from her place in his neck and stared into his eyes. He looked so happy and carefree. Fitz always had this look right after they made love and before reality came back crashing down on them. Olivia gave him a gentle smile and popped her chin on his chest.
"I just can't believe you built a real house here. It's just mad!"
His expression turned completely serious in an instant.
"Livvie, this is not madness. This is our house and this is our future" – He gently silence her with his fingers pressing down on her lips gently. "After my duties at the White House are done, we are going to move here, and we are going to build our life together, away from all the politics, intrigues, DC, and all that madness. We will have children, and bake cakes, and go for walks, and have fights, and make love, and cook dinners and do million other things that families do, regular and normal families. We will do what I have always wanted to do, what WE always wanted to do…" - He finished talking and just looked at her, waiting for her reaction: panic, withdrawal, joy, any kind of emotion. Olivia just stared at him speechless, not knowing what to say. She felt so vulnerable and raw under his gaze. She knew that he could see through her; see all her fears and thoughts, and doubts and worries.
She suddenly felt the urge to move, to do something, anything to get away from this intense moment and his bright eyes staring at her. She jumped up and started searching the room for her clothes frantically. She found her panties and quickly put them on, refusing to look at Fitz. He just sighed and pulled his underwear on, watching silently her jerky movements and jumpy eyes. When Olivia saw that her blouse was discarded far away, on the other side of the sofa and totally out of her reach, she almost covered herself with her hands, needing some kind of protection, feeling very naked and distraught.
Fitz felt her trembling beside him and his momentary annoyance and anger at her retrieval disappeared.
"Olivia..." – he soothed. He grabbed his undershirt from the floor and passed it to her. Olivia gratefully disappeared in it, smoothing it over her body, finally meeting her eyes. Fitz opened his arms for her, as if hearing her inner voice that was already shouting doubts and regrets in her head.
"It's ok baby, don't fret..." – his arms wrapped her in their warm embrace, and Olivia felt like she could breath again. He started a familiar pattern of soothing circles on her back, and then brought up her chin so that he could look into her eyes.
"Are you hungry?"
"What?!" – Olivia gave him her wide eye stare "I mean, Fitz…"
"Are you hungry?" – he interrupted her again. "Have you had dinner? I have not eaten in a while and I am famished. Have you?"
She smiled, grateful for the sudden change of pace and conversation topic. "I am very hungry! I can even eat something other than popcorn!" Her eyes were full of mischief and laughter. Fitz shook his head at her, clasped her hand and pulled her behind him into the kitchen.
Olivia stood by the counter and watched curiously as Fitz unpacked the contents of several paper bags that he had in the kitchen. He gave her a small smile when he caught her looking at him and raised his eyebrows, silently challenging her to question him. Olivia gave him a throaty chuckle, one that always managed to warm him up.
"Where did you get all this food? And how?" – she relented and answered his challenge with her curious question.
"This is from a local bakery. When I came here for the first time to look at the land, the contractor recommended that I try it out. So, I did, and absolutely loved these sandwiches. Since then, every time I visit, I try to eat there at least once. It's really good and the owner is a local guy. I think his wife grows most of their vegetables in their own garden" – he finished with a shrug.
Olivia's smile got even brighter as she listened to him – "And you can't help support local businesses, can you? - she teased gently.
"Certainly. Now be a good girl and help me bring this all back to the fire". They got the sandwiches, and juice containers and water and brought it all back to the fireplace, where Fitz pulled a blanket before and spread all their treats on it. Their impromptu picnic on the carpet in front of the fireplace of their house was one of the most romantic things Olivia has ever done. Tucking into the sandwiches, they eyed each other silently, neither willing to break their happy bubble and start a real conversation.
"Mmhm, this is really good Fitz! You should send my compliments to the bakery guy!" - Olivia decided to be the first to break the silence. It is not that she was uncomfortable sitting there and not talking to him; she just wanted to actually TALK to him, have a simple conversation about everything and nothing, something that they rarely did, and something they had no time to do in a while. Agendas, hurtful words, speeches to be fixed, and problems to address were always there between them.
He replied with a full smile, the one that made his eyes crinkle.
"Why don't you thank him yourself? I hope you will have plenty of opportunities to meet him in person"
"I hope so too" – Olivia replied with a gentle smile.
Their easy conversation continued on and off while they were finishing their food, and after they were done, Fitz took their plates to the kitchen and cleaned up. When he retuned back to the carpet, he found Olivia staring into the flames in the fireplace, seemingly lost to the world.
"Liv, we need to talk" – he tried to bring her out of her reverie.
"Boy, doesn't THAT sound promising!" – Olivia shrugged her shoulders and gave him a mirthless smile. He patiently waited for her to continue, sensing that she was ready to talk and share with him what was on her mind. Olivia took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the battle and a conversation that could not have been easy for either of them.
"I am sorry Fitz. I am sorry for hiding my father from you. I think... I guess I didn't want you to know who he is... and who I might be, and who I am connected to… I am ashamed and I am scared of him, of his work, and of his power, and what he can do to you… and I want as much distance as possible between you and him. I don't know if this makes sense to you, but I don't even want you to know about him.. "
Fitz let her talk herself into silence. His logic followed her reason, but his head and his heart disagreed with everything she said and her rationale. And more than anything, he just wanted Olivia to be open with him.
"Liv, I understand that, and thank you for trying to protect me, but I can protect myself and I have means to protect myself. I don't want you to ever hide anything from me, especially something as big as your father and his job. Do you think he knows about us?"
"Fitz, of course he knows about us, he is the head of spy organization, he probably knew about us before we did"
Fitz nodded his head and captured her hand in his, tugging her gently to sit on his lap. Olivia moved over slowly, afraid to succumb to his charm and warmth again and not stand her ground. Having none of this, Fitz wrapped his arm around her, holding her face tenderly in his other hand.
" I want us to make a deal, Livvie. No more lying. No matter how hard the truth is, how painful, I want you to tell me everything. And I will do the same, as much as I can, unless I would be breaking the law by sharing something with you. Do you know that I have no one else to trust? No one else out there who will have my back? I need you to be honest with me, and I promise to do the same".
Olivia could feel her eyes begin to water at his words. She nodded her head in affirmation and sealed the promise with a soft kiss. Before they could get carried away, Fitz broke the kiss and fixed his eyes on her again.
"I can't tell you much about Remington… I was called in to go on a secret mission, Jake was my second pilot.. We flew to the destination and shot the target. We didn't know what the target was, until we got back to the base. When I saw the news next morning and realized what we did, what I did, I seriously considered killing myself, the guilt and horror I felt were just…" – Fitz started choking on his words, relieving and remembering those dark days and times. Olivia hugged him tightly and started rubbing soothing circles on his back, repeating the action he usually did when she was upset and distraught.
After a few minutes of silence, he started talking again.
"I didn't kill myself. I vowed that I will get to the bottom of this, why was I required to shot down a commercial flight and somehow make this wrong right. I could not bring back those people, but I thought I can help out other people. That was the first time in my life I seriously considered politics. I was young and naïve, thinking that being a Governor or a Senator can actually make a change in someone's life…"
Olivia broke their embrace to lean away from him and fixed him with her stare. To make sure he had his undivided attention, she cupped his cheeks and shook his head slightly.
"You ARE making a lot of positive changes in so many people's lives, never even doubt that!"
Fitz smiled at her, with a real warm smile that made his eyes dance.
"I love this about you, your continuous belief in me…"
"Only my belief?.. I though there are some other things that you love about me!"
She squealed as he tickled her and brought her back to the carpet. In the next moment, the t-shirt was gone from her body, and his hands started their maddening caress over her neck, her breasts, and he stomach. He leaned in to kiss her on the lips, but stopped with just a breath between them.
"Let me rephrase it. Your continuous belief in me is one of MANY things I love about you"
He sealed his declaration with a deep kiss. She sighed happily into it, and forcefully pushed all her worries at the back of her mind. This is what was important right now, his hands dragging her panties down her legs, his lips covering her with fire-like kisses everywhere. She was not sure when he got rid of his pants but suddenly he was in her, around her and she could not think anymore, and their magical dance began again.
Olivia fell asleep on the floor of her new house in Vermont with her head tucked under Fitz's chin, his arms wrapped around her. She felt free and content and even happy for a moment, and their promise of no more lying gave her new hope for the days to come.