This Move in with me series will contain three parts.
Olivia shook her head as she dug through the rack of clothes. How many outfits was it proper to keep at ones boyfriends house? One, two, or almost a dozen like she had in front of her now. Maybe it was time to take some of these back to her place.
"There you are"
"Here I am" she mumbles as she tries to decide how to take the clothes home without making a big fuss about it.
"Whats the matter Liv?"
"I really need to take some of my clothes to my place but I don't know which ones to take. On one hand I can take these five home since they're too dark for this weather. But then again what if the occasion calls for dark clothing?" she can feel Fitz eyes on her and she knows she must sound crazy to him, but Olivia takes great pride in her clothes, her clothes and her bags.
"No what you really need to do is bring all of your stuff here to my place" She smirks at him as she settles on leaving one dark suit and taking the rest. If she really needs more she could always send her assistant to get it.
"What are you saying mr president?"
"Move in with me Liv" his request takes her by surprise and renders her mute which he takes as a sign of hesitation.
"It's just an option. I jus thought you might want to since-"
"Okay" he looks at her with a mixture of both delight and surprise which causes her to laugh out loud. It's not an everyday occurrence that Olivia could take the president by surprise.
"What? It makes sense. I'm always here anyways"
"So you only want to move in with me because its convenient?" he blurts out, arms crossed against his chest as he tries to pretend that her reasoning bothers him. When in reality he's just so happy she agreed. He had been toying with the idea of how to ask her but he wasn't sure how much convincing it would take. He wanted to do a grand romantic gesture and then only after winning her over with flowers he would lay the question on her. But when he saw her frowning at her clothes it just seemed like the right time to ask her. Besides romantic gestures and Olivia were a tricky thing.
"But of course silly. That and the great sex, that's definitely a plus"
"Really?"
"Yes really, Fitz what are you doing? Fitz you have a meeting and I need to go, Fitz!" Olivia squeals as Fitz takes her in his arms, Olivia wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively. He carries her to the bedroom and dumps her on the bed. She only bounces once before he's pinning her down with his weight.
"Don't you dare!" she screams as he begins to tickle her. Olivia may not have many weaknesses, but tickling is one of her biggest. She doesn't share that with just anyone because once people know they tend to want to see it in action. Exhibit A, Fitz.
"I'll stop if you tell me why you want to move in with me"
"For your hot bod!" Olivia exclaims still foolishly trying to cling to some control in a situation where she has none. And then he does the absolute worst. He pins her arms above her head and uses his chin to tickle just below her armpits.
"Okay Okay!"
"Are you ready to be honest?"
"Yes" The tickling stops but he doesn't let go of her arms, just in case she tries to get away instead of answering his question like she's done many times before.
"Now tell me Miss Pope why are you going to move in with me?"
"Because I love you Mr President." she whispers against his lips. Satisfied with her answer Fitz lets go of her arms and begins tickling her in a completely different way. She did after all say that the great sex was a plus.