Belize
New Year's Eve

There was magic in the air tonight. It was dancing along her skin, electric, effervescent. Olivia guessed that it was around ninety minutes before midnight.

She could feel Fitz's eyes on her, even though he was half way across the deck where she'd left him leaning against the railing of the huge yacht that they'd boarded a few hours earlier. Olivia found herself momentarily caught up among the glittering groups of party-goers who had also been invited to this exclusive excursion and found herself laughing at the happiness all around her before she turned her mind back to her mission.

Her intentions had been to find a waiter and retrieve two more glasses of the excellent Dom Perignon Brut champagne that she and Fitz had been sipping on all night, but that - she thought to herself - was what she got for being impatient, for being greedy.

But then again, she'd been greedy and impatient for things other than champagne in these last few days, ever since she'd showed up unexpectedly on Fitz's doorstep. Or more truthfully, ever since she'd showed up on his private beach on this private island, seven days ago on Christmas Eve. That thought made her smile; she realized that she'd been doing a lot of that these last few days - and with good reason.

Olivia finally reached her objective; the waiters circulating among the guests carried trays varying from crystal, ivory, silver and gold, depending on the variety of champagne they held; the crystal trays carried the vintage she'd been seeking and she quickly caught the waiter's eye and collected two glasses.

Mission accomplished, she turned back toward the main source of her greed and impatience; Fitz was looking almost unfairly handsome in his ivory tails and tux and his gaze was focused directly on her as she crossed the deck to him.

"You know that I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave." Fitz's eyes were warm as they traveled up and down her body and his voice husky with heat and desire. "And you look twice as good when you return."

"Seriously, Fitz?" Olivia shook her head at him as if to scold him, but her laugh made the gesture a lie as he lifted her carefully - mindful of the drinks she held and spun her around slowly before setting her down again.

She was breathless - and not just from laughing - once again excited by the merest touch of his hands on her body.

"Seriously, Livvie." Fitz accepted the glass she handed him; their fingers brushed up against one another's as he did and just that quick, his heart beat a little faster - Olivia wasn't the only one affected by a simple touch.

Fitz's eyes sparkled with more than the champagne as he gazed down at her. "I just can't get over how amazing you look."

"Right back at you." She said, meaning every word. If he thought her beautiful, then he was the cause of it. Olivia had no doubt that she looked as elegant as any other woman aboard tonight. But beautiful? In her mind, what made her beautiful was the glow that Fitz's presence kindled in her.

She was dressed in white and gold, in a strapless gown that had reminded her of the one she'd worn the night Fitz had been shot the moment she'd seen it, the one that he'd never even had the chance to see her in, the main difference being that the silver-gilt embroidery was replaced with gold. It glowed warmly against her brown skin perfectly and even coordinated subtly with the stitching in the vest of Fitz's outfit. Olivia promised herself that she would tell him about the resemblance later, maybe, when the night was almost done. But right here and right now, she wasn't going to allow a single memory of sadness intrude on their night.

His reaction when he'd first saw her tonight was everything she had hoped for that long ago night, and everything she could have wanted on this one.

"Amen and hallelujah!" he'd said reverently when she'd opened the door to her hotel suite.

"It must be the company I keep." She said. Up until now, it's all been something like a dream. And the best was yet to come.

December 27th…

Up until now, it's all been something like a dream.

They're back in her rooms and really, the only reason they were there was because two days after Christmas - which admittedly they'd spent mostly in bed - Olivia had decided that she needed a change of clothes.

But now that they're here in her rooms, here she was, dressed in nothing but his shirt again - not that she's complaining.

She's sitting cross-legged in one of the lounge chairs on her private balcony, with Fitz stretched out on the one next to hers, shirtless, reminding them of the reasons they'd come back to her suite to begin with.

"Do you really need anything else to wear?" Fitz had said. He'd grinned at her in that way he had, the kind of grin that made her feel as if nothing else in the world existed except the two of them and it all began and ended with her. "You look pretty good to me just the way you are."

"You say that no matter what I'm wearing." Olivia replied lazily. She unfolded her legs and stretched, smiling as she felt his gaze slide up their soft brown length with a great deal of appreciation. "You say that even when I'm not wearing anything."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Fitz turned his head and grinned at her; the look he gave her was so full of heat and promise that if they weren't careful - if she let him have his way - they'd end up right back where they'd started.

Olivia smiles to herself as her mind drifted back to earlier. The first thing she'd asked Fitz to do when they'd arrived in her rooms was to order up something light for lunch. It was an excuse to allow her to slip away to check on a few things in the linen closet that lay in the space between her bedroom and the luxurious bath.

A conveniently placed stool allowed her to reach the top-most shelf and there, just where she'd requested just where she'd requested it be placed, was the little Tiffany-blue gift box. She'd known better than to have placed it in a more obvious place, like her nightstand or wardrobe; her eyes would have kept straying to it and Fitz would have noticed, of course, and that would never do.

Inwardly, she'd hugged herself like a little girl with the most delicious secret; one that curled around her insides like a swarm of butterflies, making her feel all kinds of crazy happy and made it a struggle, impossible, really, to keep the silliest smile off of her face. In fact, Olivia was still smiling to herself when Fitz surprised her by coming to stand behind her. She'd been so wrapped up in her thoughts for a moment that she was only conscious of him being there was the touch of his hands, warm and firm as they slid up the backs of her thighs.

"Lunch has been delivered." He announced. "But what are you up to, Livvie?"

The fixer in her already had her answer ready, but her words came out a little more breathless than planned as Fitz's hands slid possessively to her hips. "I was checking to see if the hotel had delivered the extra bath sheets that I'd requested."

"Oh?" Fitz's answer sounded a little distracted and perhaps he was, since his hands had found the fastenings of her capris and very skillfully unfastened them before lightly tugging on them so that her hips were being slowly bared. "Any particular reason for the request?"

"I was thinking…" Olivia's words trailed off as Fitz's possible distraction was rapidly becoming her definite distraction. The height change caused by her standing on the step-stool put certain body parts of hers in direct and delicious contact with Fitz's. Tendrils of heat began to spread from where his hands gripped her and guided her backwards, just hard enough so that she could feel the slowly growing length of him against her backside, at the sweet juncture where her thighs met.

The action fueled her own naughty thoughts. She tried again. "I was thinking that the thought of you wrapped in one was -"

Her breath caught in her throat as Fitz flexed his body against hers, his hips pressing forward, then up and down, creating the most delicious friction. She's also at the perfect height for Fitz, so all he had to do was lean forward and he could nuzzle his face into her neck, just in the right spot, where her neck curved into the smooth line of her shoulder…

"Mmhmm…" Fitz murmured. "Go on…"

Olivia bit her lower lip as his touch raised goosebumps on her skin; as if they had a mind of their own, her hips swivel backwards against his firming erection "…I was thinking of how much I'd enjoy unwrapping you."

"I like the way you think, Livvie. Do you want to know why?" Before she could answer, he had turned her around and pulled her body hard against his own.

A fresh heat blossomed low down in her belly; Olivia's eyes locks with his. She brings her hands up, fingers first trailing their way over the curves of his ears before finding their way to the back of his head, sliding into the thick waves of his hair.

"Tell me." She said, her voice husky with arousal.

"Because I like the idea of unwrapping you right now."

They'd gone walking on the beach earlier before their arrival in her rooms and now with him being so close, Fitz smelled of the sun and the ocean and beneath it all the unique man-scent of him and with no other reasons than that she's close to melting into his arms before she's even thinking about it.

He leans in closer until his breath is mingling with hers; Fitz's voice drops to a heavy register that crashes through her like a rumble of far-off thunder, a promise of the storm to come. "Can I, Livvie? Can I unwrap you?"

Something about the way he's asking permission sends a wave of heat through her, something in the way his eyes are darkening even as she's watching draws her in and then she's brushing a whispered "yes" against his lips.

Fitz slips her clothes from her body, his own following quickly after hers. His mouth is everywhere she needs it to be, one moment kissing her deeply, then next, slowly scattering heated caresses across her throat and shoulders, finding her hardening nipples with hungry lips and tongue, drawing them into his mouth and lavishing each one with attention until they are stiff and aching and she's anything but stiff, she's almost boneless with desire in his arms and warm and wet and aching…

He hooked one leg over his arm and raised it, opening her body to him, sliding himself against her, feeling her wetness glide over him as he teases her, teasing them both. Olivia moans with the sensation and so does he and then they're kissing hot and slow, his tongue thick in her mouth, plundering her senses, snatching all of her air, but who needs to breathe when their bodies are so close, when she can feel his rigid stiffness sliding against her most sensitive spots and she's actually throbbing, dripping with need…

"We'll play later, baby." He promised her. "But right now all I can think about is being deep inside you. Just. Like. This." He groaned as he put action to his words, drilling deep inside her in one rough thrust, feeling her insides clench and shiver around him and all of a sudden he can feel her coming, just from this single stroke alone and the feeling is almost enough to buckle his knees.

They stay like that, still for a moment, savoring the fullness and the sudden wash of heat that threatens to drown them both in pure sensation.

She's hyper-aware of every rigid, pulsating inch of him, an unimaginable pleasure floods out from her core to meet him, a rising wave of desire that peaks and ebbs and then peaks again in a series of orgasms as he holds himself perfectly still with iron control. And then he begins to move.

Making hot, incredibly erotic love in the afternoon, with the sound of the ocean a distant backdrop to the sounds they were making was all kinds of heavenly, taking them to a space that they hadn't experienced before, where they can't tell where one of them stops and the other begins. The sunlight bares more than their bodies, it's illuminating something open and joyous deep inside of the both of them and it may be daytime, but the both of them were seeing stars…

And when they were done, they shared a shower, because, of course - and it was as though the sunshine had followed them, there was an incredible sense of lightness between them, all tenderness and love, with soft laughter and soapy iridescent bubbles everywhere and if it were not for her insistence on lunch, would have turned out much differently than it had.

But Fitz had relented in the end - under protest, he pointed out - and they dry each other off with thick over-sized towels, which only started them laughing all over again since the conversation about towels was what had started their afternoon love-play to begin with.

Olivia claimed his shirt and after a minor protest, Fitz gave in, retrieving the rest of his clothing and wandering out onto the balcony, while Olivia slipped on his shirt with a sense of victory and lingered behind a moment to smooth coconut oil conditioner into her hair before joining him.

There are two patio loungers placed side by side beneath the balcony awning; Fitz is in one and Olivia sits cross-legged on the other just so she can have the pleasure of watching him, his eyes closed, at his body. He was unconsciously sensuously at rest, all long lean muscle, with a body that a man half his age would be proud to possess.

She follows his example, closing her eyes and stretching herself out on the chaise lounge; Olivia sensed movement, and guessing at his actions, put out one hand to find his waiting for hers in the small space between the chairs. They lie there together for a time, fingers idly caressing one another's, enjoying the heat and the sounds of an eternal summer day.

"You're thinking." Fitz said after a while.

"I'll have you know that I'm currently incapable of any level of coherent thought." Olivia peeked over at Fitz, who was still lying on his back, eyes closed but with a smile dancing around the corners of his lips. "And you have no one except yourself to blame for that."

"You're welcome." Fitz's chuckle was rich and warm and it was clear that he didn't believe her for one single, solitary second. "And quit trying to change the subject - you're thinking about thinking - you can't fool me, Livvie, I can tell."

"So." He shifted his body so that he was facing her. "Are you going to share?"

Olivia didn't answer him right away and when she did, her words surprised him. Maybe they surprised them both.

"I want to date you." She blurted out suddenly.

"Date me?" he echoed her words in surprise.

"Just while we're here." Olivia's words rushed out as she tried to explain. "I want a day that ends with late night phone calls, with me here and you there -"

One hand gestured out towards the beach where Fitz's lavish bungalow lay out of sight before she continued.

" - because I want to miss you. I want to miss you knowing that it's only a matter of the hours and distance between us - that it's not anything either one of us has done to hurt the other and not anything outside of us is keeping us apart. I want to lay in my bed, knowing you're on the other end of the line and know that everything is good between us -"

He looks at her, puzzled but not admitting it out loud. Everything is good between us. Fitz wanted to reassure her, but he knew Olivia well enough that he was very careful to bite his tongue and remain silent.

Olivia sat up, not letting go of Fitz's hand, hoping beyond hope that he understood what she was trying to say. "I want to ache for you that tomorrow is there for us and I want you to know it - to see it in my eyes how happy I am to see you - all of you - and that you know that I will never, ever take you for granted ever again."

As silent as he's been, Fitz feels that now he has to speak up. "Livvie, whatever else we've had between us, I've never thought that any your actions came from a place of taking me - of taking us - for granted -"

Olivia shook her head, grateful that her action silences him; she doesn't let him finish; what's in her head and in her heart feels like something new and she's trying to get it all out in just the right way, with just the right words.

"The day I arrived - the entire evening we spent together - I want that. I want more of that." She said. "That feeling when we agreed to meet for drinks, that feeling when I stepped off the elevator and our eyes first met."

She can still remember how her insides had lit up when his eyes had met hers from across the crowded lobby. "And I - I want to walk into a crowded room or bar or whatever and watch your eyes light up when you see me and I want to get butterflies in my stomach because I've missed you."

Fitz watched as the memory of that evening danced behind her eyes and suddenly, he understood it all.

Her last words went straight to his heart.

" I want to earn you, Fitz."