"What happens now?" he says, staring intently into her eyes.
"Whatever we want," she says. She is unable to stop a smile from gracing her face.
They both want to close the few-feet gap between them, and Fitz takes the initiative. Their fingers lightly touch as Fitz gently takes the wine glass from her hands and places it on the coffee table. For a brief moment, they look into each other's eyes and without words confirm to each other that they both want the same thing. Olivia lightly places her hands on his hips as their lips meet. They kiss shortly and then pause, both thinking about how much they have missed the feeling of their lips on one another and just how earth-shattering that feeling is. But quickly, the urge to resume their previous activity overtakes them, and their kissing becomes more deep, more passionate, more fiery. Happiness floods through their veins, so much so that it compels Fitz to lift Olivia off her feet and spin her around, all without breaking the contact between their lips. Fitz pulls them apart, taking Olivia's face into his hands. He smiles mischievously at her, and she playfully gives him a questioning look. To her surprise, he cradles her in his arms and begins to walk briskly across the porch to the bedroom screen door.
"Fitz!" she shouts between giggles, as she squirms and kicks her legs. "What are you doing?"
He tosses Olivia down onto the large king bed, and by this point, she is consumed in a gut-wrenching laugh charged partly by his spontaneity and partly by the pure joy of the situation. Fitz lies down on his side next to her and is unable to stifle a smile at how beautiful she is when she laughs. The need to breathe slowly calms her laughter, and she turns on her to face Fitz, whose smile consumes his entire face.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi," she says.
And from that, they both knew this was their new beginning.