THE COUNTDOWN

Olivia couldn't tell whether or not she was dreaming.

He was here, in her home, on her couch, and he'd chosen her.

He'd chosen her.

And Liv sat there, speechless, as the last thirty seconds came to an end. "That's it. Time's up," Fitz said as he leaned forward. And she finally let go of whatever it was that held her back from him. The thing that made her leave that resignation letter on his desk three years ago. And the same thing that made her walk away from him almost two years ago when she'd made a deal with Mellie. Liv let it all go and she just…leapt.

"Unless you don't want me," Fitz finished, waiting for her reply.

Liv stood, strangely nervous. Of course she wanted him. Liv wanted him more than she had ever longed for anything else in her entire life. She walked towards him, never letting her eyes leave his face. She wanted him to know that she wouldn't turn away from him again.

When Liv placed her knee beside him, she held his face between her hands and captured his lips with her own. No matter how often they kissed, each kiss felt like the first. And the most amazing part about all of this was that they didn't have to rush. Every one of their kisses had always felt desperate and rushed as if they didn't have enough time.

But now, they had all the time in the world, because there was no place else either of them would rather be. Olivia took her time as she kissed first his bottom lip, then his top, exploring his mouth with her tongue. With her hands cradling his face, she tried to convey how much he meant to her and how much she missed him this whole time.

It was strange. The more they kissed, the happier she got. Every graze of his lips against hers caused her to become even more joyous. Each layer of clothes he peeled from her skin made her feel lighter. And every inch of skin his hands caressed made her feel freer.

Somehow, she'd ended up on his lap, though she neither remembered nor cared how she got there. Liv moaned when she nibbled on Fitz's bottom lip as she tried to push off his suit jacket. Liv began to yank at his tie, then the buttons to his shirt. He grunted a little as he helped her remove his jacket and shirt, then he returned his hands to her bottom, kneading the flesh with his hands.

Fitz didn't know when he had become so fascinated with Liv's backside, but ever since their first time, it was his favorite place to put his hands. Firm yet soft, her ass provided the perfect placement in order for him to grind her against his erection. At the strangled moan she let out, Fitz wasn't disappointed.

Fitz ate at her mouth as he began to tug at the complicated-looking blouse she had on. Liv helped him, lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it somewhere behind them. Suddenly, she had to feel his skin on hers, his soft chest hairs rubbing against hers.

It only took a few minutes for them both to be naked, nothing preventing Liv from sliding her hand down his stomach and wrapping her fingers around his hard length. Liv squeezed softly and moaned around his tongue when she felt Fitz jerk above her.

He pulled his mouth away to briefly say, "Bedroom."

She began to lead him to her room, but they made several stops along the way, first to her dining room table, then against the wall in the hallway. Liv tried to turn to lead him the rest of the way, but he didn't want to lose contact, even for the few seconds it would take to reach her bed. He pulled her back into him and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

The unexpected move caused Liv to laughingly place her lips against his, impatient to be with him. Finally, they reached her bedroom door and Fitz moved them over to her mattress, pulling the covers slightly down as they fell. Fitz followed her down onto the mattress, unable and unwilling to let her go. Her back arched when his tongue sought hers and his hand found purchase on the curve of her neck.

"Let me taste you," Liv whispered quietly against his mouth. Fitz's cock twitched at the request.

"No," he said, then smiled and kissed her lower lip to take the sting out of his words. "If you do that, I won't last. And the next few hours I have planned for us will be cut woefully short if you do," he said, bending his head to lightly trace one nipple with his tongue.

Liv's breath caught in her chest. Lost in the sensation, it took her a couple minutes before she registered what he'd said. "Plan?" she asked, grinning slightly. "You have a plan?"

Unhurried, Fitz moved his hand past her stomach and tunneled his fingers through her soaked lips, tugging on and teasing that hard nub. Liv gasped, instinctively closing her thighs, trapping his hand between her legs. Fitz wedged his hips between her own, keeping her spread open for him. "A very detailed plan," he said softly, "One that I can't allow you to derail by putting your mouth on me."

Liv wiggled impatiently in his embrace, torn between wanting to flip him over and have her way with him anyway and wanting to simply follow along with this plan of his. So, she chose to compromise.

Liv breathed out slowly. "Fine, but only—" Liv was cut off as a moan slipped through her lips when Fitz slipped first one, then two, fingers inside of her, curling them upward. Catching her breath, she said again, "Only if you let me explore you, uninterrupted, for as long as I want in the morning."

Fitz smiled. "Ever the negotiator," he said, nipping at her jaw.

"Those are my terms," Liv said, reaching to seal the deal with a kiss.

"Deal," Fitz said, as he leaned down to meet her lips. Unfortunately, the phone chose that precise moment to ring. Fitz was tempted to get up and yank the cord out of the wall, but that would require him removing himself from Liv and by the grip her legs had on his waist, she wouldn't be allowing him up anytime soon.

When Fitz removed his lips from her own to glance at the phone, Liv moaned out her disapproval. Pulling his face back down to hers, she squeezed her thighs tighter around him and reached out, fumbling around until she was able to remove the phone from its cradle and slam it down again. She scarcely wanted his lips to leave hers, even for a moment.

Fitz snatched his mouth from hers to take some much needed breaths. His Livy didn't like that one bit, and she expressed her displeasure by biting the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. Fitz smiled against her temple and quickly slapped her on the ass. "Be. Nice," he said against her ear when she licked the sting away. Making a path down her torso, he dipped his tongue into her navel.

Liv arched her back, knowing she was already close. And when his mouth locked onto her opening and sucked, she came undone. Arching her back almost painfully, Liv came, tremors racing through her entire body. And when Fitz lightly nipped at her clit, a high, keening sound came from her throat, one she didn't recall ever having made before. Liv used her hands to push at his broad shoulders, but she couldn't move him. Then, he did something wicked with his tongue and Liv couldn't help the way her fingers gripped the nape of his neck, pulling him even closer.

The sensations were too much.

Liv sobbed out yet another climax but Fitz showed no signs of stopping. When Fitz didn't release her, but instead continued to lap at her juices, she tried to pull away, to edge herself farther up the mattress and away from his torturing mouth.

But Fitz simply yanked her back down, using one hand to keep her splayed open and the other to lay flat against her belly. The position prevented Liv from being able to do anything but move her hips shallowly against the onslaught as she fell over the cliff again, rasping out his name.

Fitz gave one final peck to her clit before kissing a path from her curls to her chest and around to her ear. Liv reached down to grip his shaft and was able to stroke him twice before his hand caught hers by the wrist and held it above her head.

Fitz aligned himself at her entrance and lazily pushed in, staring lovingly into her eyes as her muscles trembled with every inch of him that passed through her channel.

When he was fully seated within her, he paused, allowing her time to adjust to him again. He loved how her inner muscles clutched at him, pulling his length deeper as if afraid he'd try to escape.

Liv closed her eyes briefly as Fitz entered her, shivering at the friction they created together. They'd never worn protection, even the first time, so Liv was always able to feel every ridge of muscle, every vein that pulsed through his length. She'd never allowed any other lover to enter her that way, but it had never even occurred to Olivia to demand the same from Fitz. There was something exciting and raw and perfect about there being no barriers between them and she loved everything he was doing to her.

Except he was moving entirely too slow.

She wanted him, needed him, to let go of his control. Liv moved her lips from his mouth to his cheek and across his jaw line until she reached his ear. It wasn't until their third intimate encounter that she'd realized just how sensitive his ears were during sex, so it was with great pleasure that she gently took his lobe into her mouth and sucked.

Fitz sucked in a breath. "Livy—" he started.

Liv took the opportunity to quickly slide her hands down his torso and around his hips to tightly grip his butt cheeks. Liv canted her hips and tried to ride him, seeking a desperate rhythm to convince Fitz that long, rough strokes were the way to go. They could do slow later. Much, much later.

"My God," Fitz groaned out when she did that. He quickly grasped her hips to halt her movements. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come," Fitz said against her ear, his voice ragged.

Liv licked down his neck and began to nibble on his Adam's apple. "That's the idea, baby," Liv moaned out, again trying to pull his hips impossibly closer. She closed her eyes so that she could focus on her inner muscles and made them contract tightly around Fitz's cock over and over again.

Letting out a harsh breath, Fitz pulled out of her and she immediately whined out a protest. He then caught the back of her knees and slowly tugged on them until they rested over his shoulders. "Fitz, nooo," Liv groaned, feeling her channel become even wetter. He knew perfectly well that she could never hold out on him while in this position. Just the thought of having no power over her own movements, of being completely open to him—she found herself at the edge of the cliff before he even pushed in.

"Yes," Fitz hissed out, slamming into her. Liv couldn't have stopped the scream that erupted from her throat even if she'd wanted to, but Fitz swallowed the sound with his mouth, sparing her from the knowing glances she was sure to receive from her neighbors in the morning.

Fitz stopped moving and whispered against her lips, "Look at me."

Liv hadn't realized her eyes had fallen closed and slowly blinked them open, enjoying the intimacy of gazing into his eyes while he was still inside her. There was a hush that had fallen between them, the sound of their breathing the only sound in the room. Fitz rubbed his hands from her calves to her thighs and when he unexpectedly swiveled his hips, Liv came, gasping out his name, as her muscles gripped him in choking convulsions.

His entire body shuddered, causing him to grip her hips and slam into her with a harsh, punishing rhythm, tapping the entrance to her womb with each thrust. And all the while, Liv had never stopped climaxing around his length, the sensations he made her feel impossible to escape. "Fitz, please!" Liv begged. Her fingers had a death grip on his hair, pulling and tugging with each thrust against her hips. She forced herself to release the strands, choosing instead to tangle her hands in the sheets so she wouldn't hurt him.

But Fitz didn't like that, at all. He needed her hands on him—anywhere, everywhere—like he needed air in his lungs. Releasing his grip on her thighs, which he'd spread further apart and deeper into the mattress on either side of their bodies, Fitz cupped her face in his hands and engaged his tongue in a battle with hers as he plunged into her with longer strokes.

Liv wrapped her legs around him the moment he released her and clutched him to her chest, inexplicably happy. She felt like she'd finally come home. "Livy," Fitz grunted out as his hips fell into an uneven, almost frantic motion. At the sound of his voice, Liv lost all authority over her body and fell right over the precipice that Fitz had held her over. And at her hoarse screams, Fitz allowed himself to find release as Liv's channel wrung from him every last drop.

He collapsed on top of her as they tried to catch their breaths. After a few minutes, Fitz swung them both around until her body lay sprawled on top of his. Fitz allowed his hand to smoothly stroke down her back until he reached her butt only to spank her again.

Liv yelped and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. Laughing softly, she pulled away and asked, "What was that for?"

Fitz smiled against her mouth. "No reason," he said warmly. "Just because."

Hey guys! Hope you liked this chapter! It's the first of three installments for this story. The second will be the move to the shower and I think the third will be the morning after, before Cyrus so rudely interrupts them. It'll probably be a few days before I can upload them, but be patient with me. And don't be shy with the reviews!