Alright soooo, I wrote this because I miss seeing them together ): . I'm not sure how long its going to be yet, its just a fluffy little story that I've had in my mind for a little while. There's probably going to be a minimal amount of angst because I feel like we get enough of that form the actual show. Happy Scandal Thursday by the way for those of you still watching!

'Dont goooo!' Abbey cried while clinging to Olivia's waist in the parking lot of her apartment complex, clad only a cute little silk nightie and a pair of long socks. She told herself she wasn't going to do this but yet, here she was.

'Abigail stop it!' Olivia hissed lowly to not bring attention to them. She picked Abbey up and dusted her knees off for her. 'You've been doing so good.'

'I know I know but that was until I saw you getting in your car to leave.' she whimpered.

'It's just for a year, beautiful, then I'm coming back. Now, go get some rest.' she hugged her friend tightly through her whining.

'I don't want rest. I want my best friend to stay here.' she groaned.

'This is impossible.' she sighed. 'I need a change of scenery. I need to find some inspiration somewhere.'

'Well, lets just switch apartments. Will that be enough of a change for you?'

'No.' she snickered. 'I promise I'll call once I get there.' she smiled apologetically and hugged Abbey once more. After exchanging 'I love you's and more hugs, Abbey finally let Olivia leave and head towards her destination.

It would be a 2 hour drive from Sacramento to Knights Ferry, California where she would be staying for the next 365 days of her life. While she hadn't visited, it wasn't hard to find a house in the area and the mayor of the small town seemed really excited about somebody moving into the only vacant house there. Luckily for her, the previous owner left the house fully furnished and what she couldn't fit in her car, her friend Harrison had already dropped off by the house for her.

Remembering that there were no major grocery stores in the town, she stopped by a Whole Foods that was about 30 minutes away from Knights Ferry and stocked up on a few of her favorite snacks and some things she could make for dinner that night then continued on her route.

When she arrived in town, she shuddered. She knew it was a 'rural town', but it was quite a culture shock to actually be there. There was one general store and one restaurant and the rest was just open land and houses. She took a deep breath in an attempt to keep her composure. It was going to be impossible to like this place but she was going to have to learn to love it.

She pulled up at the small house that was supposed to be hers to find a man sitting outside on the porch in a rocking chair. Olivia grabbed her keys with the pepper spray keychain and approached the house carefully.

'Hello?' she cocked her head to the side, still not climbing the stairs to the porch.

'HELLO!' the older man boomed loudly. He stood from the chair, grinning ear to ear as he nearly flew off the porch to greet her. 'You must be the new owner! I'm Mayor Holland and I'm very pleased to meet you!'

Olivia had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She had never heard of a mayor coming to greet new citizens of a town. 'I am.' she nodded.

'Wonderful! I have your keys right here!' he pulled them out of his pocket and Olivia held her hand out for them but he instead turned around and opened the front door and took a step in.

Olivia grimaced when she finally got a look at the house. It wasn't horrible but it definitely was different than the way she was used to living. The living room was small and had a fireplace in the front with a little cozy kitchen attached. There was only one bedroom and it was down the hall and the bathroom was connected to it.

'So, what do you think?' he smiled hopefully.

'It's um.. Cute. Thanks Mayor Holland.' she smiled weakly and nodded her head.

'Well I'll let you get settled in. If you need anything, anything at all, then just holler. My wife and I stay down the road right there in the blue house.' he pointed out the window to it. 'We all stick together around here.'

'I'll be sure to keep that in mind.' she nodded her head again.

'Good! We don't want you to feel alone in this. We know how hard it is for some young pretty lady such as yourself to pick up and just move so don't you worry about a thing, darlin'.' he grinned and wrapped Olivia in a hug that shocked her to her core before leaving.

Olivia waited until he had walked a good distance down the road before walking outside to unload some things out of her car. She was in a pair of Nike leggings and a black v-neck shirt and as she got her groceries out, she realized she was being watched. Her new neighbors were standing on their porches and eyeing her.

She crinkled her nose a little nervously before waving and continuing on with her tasks. After looking at the people, she realized she wasn't really dressed the part. All of the women she saw were in baggy work clothes or dresses that didn't seem to flatter them at all. After finishing, she locked her car door and went inside to start on dinner.

Olivia turned her laptop on and put it on the kitchen table so she could watch Netflix while she cooked. She nearly burst into tears when she saw that her wifi still hadn't been set up. Instead, she put on a movie that was already on her laptop and went to start her meal.

After baking chicken and sautéing some vegetables, she sat and watched her movie. She still had some things to unpack so she worked on doing that until she went to bed that night.

The next day, Olivia got up to go to the general store to pick up a few more items that she needed. She shifted a little uncomfortably as she realized people were watching her as she shopped. One thing she really missed about being in a bigger city was that nobody paid attention to who you were. They were always too busy wrapped up in themselves to realize you even existed.

Olivia grimaced as she walked through the bottled water section of the smallest grocery store she had ever visited in her life. She never meant to come off as 'bougie', but this had to have been a joke. There was absolutely no sparkling water in the whole entire store. With a sigh, she picked up a case of Deer Park, a brand she had never heard of before, and turned to put it in her grocery basket. Her muscles ached as she realized how heavy it was.

'Allow me.' said a man with a gravelly voice and the prettiest hazel eyes she had ever seen. She smiled softly before allowing him to pick the case of water out of her arms and walk it over to her basket.

'Thank you.' she said appreciatively, slightly shaking her arms in an attempt to regain some feeling in her limbs. She didn't necessarily want to stay in the little town of Knights Ferry, California but she may as well take advantage of some of the sights while she was there. He looked to be around her age with a few signs of age marking his face. His brown t-shirt read 'Sheriff's Office' on the front in faded letters and it was tight enough for her to be able to appreciate his built figure. Biting down on her lip softly, her eyes wandered to how his biceps flexed as he effortlessly placed the water in her basket.

'Absolutely no problem, ma'am. You must be new around here.' he turned back to her, now leaning his backside against her basket.

'I am. I just moved in yesterday. My name is Olivia, by the way.' she held her hand out to him.

'Sheriff Jacob Ballard. But you, pretty lady, can call me Jake.' he gently took her palm into his and placed soft kisses on the tops of her delicate fingers.

'Well, it's extremely nice to meet you, Jake.' he released her hands and she moved them to the back pockets of her dark washed skinny jeans.

'I don't mean to be too forward and I know you said you just moved here, but I'd really like to take you out on a date.' he ran his fingers through his sandy brown hair and she got a good whiff of his cologne. It wasn't anything special or extraordinary but it smelled like heaven nonetheless.

Never the one to be shy or back away, her lip turned up into a grin. 'And when exactly would this date take place?'

'Friday night at 7:30. I'd hate to keep you out too late. Dinner and dancing sound good?'

'Sure.' she pulled her phone out of her pocket and handed it to him and they exchanged phone numbers.

'Do I need to follow you around and make sure you don't struggle with anymore heavy items?' he smiled hopefully.

'Hmm.' she hummed, glancing at her basket. 'I actually think I'm ready to checkout.'

'Well, then I'll go with you.' he held up the coke and bag of chips that he had resting in the oversized pockets of his cargo pants. He escorted her up to the shortest checkout counter and helped her unload her groceries to the belt. As he loaded the bags in the cart, the walkie talkie on his hip started buzzing.

'We've got a Code 292 out past the market.'

Jake looked at her apologetically and pulled the device from his belt loop. 'I'll be in there in 3 minutes.' he started rushing out the door but smiled at her 'Friday, 7:30!' he shouted.

'Alright.' she smiled and waved goodbye as he left. After paying for her items, she took them out and loaded them in the trunk of her car then called Abbey.

'I have been here for 48 hours and I already have a date.' she said smugly.

'Only you could manage that.' she playfully scoffed. 'Now the real question is.. Have you started writing yet?'

'No.' she said in annoyance. 'Geez, can I unpack my panties first?'

'No! I need to know what happens next and I'm extremely annoyed that you haven't let me read any of the new book.'

'You're worse than those kids on the internet.' she laughed lightly. 'At least they don't have my phone number.'

Abbey had not only been her manager and friend, but she was the biggest fan of her series 'As The Hours Pass', a fantasy story about a couple who met and fell in love only to be separated by a time warp. The book chronicles the two of them trying to find one another despite their distance. She had started writing it for a fun stress reliever in high school and Abbey found it on her computer. It was Abbey who had given her the courage to not only publish the first book, but to go on and write a few sequels.

'But I'm your best friend and I really really really really really need to know what happens at after Vincent gets locked in the lab.' she groaned in a high pitched tone, hurting Olivia's ears.

'I called you to tell you about the hunk I met today!'

'Fine, fine, but there's no way in the world anything that's going on in freaking Knights Ferry California is more interesting than the new book. You wont even tell me the name of it!'

'Shut up! So his name is Jake and he has pretty brown eyes and he's super buff and he smells really good.' she sighed happily. 'He said dinner and dancing on Friday night.'

'That sounds fun, Olivia. Want me to do a background search on him?'

'Hell yes. My internet still isn't hooked up here so I can't do it myself. Jacob Ballard.'

'I told those idiots to have that ready when you got there.' she grumbled and made a mental note to call the company. 'If I do the search, will you tell who said the line 'Touché, troublemaker?''

Olivia rolled her eyes. She had tweeted a teaser line a few months ago but didn't tell who said it or in what context. Troublemaker had always been the nickname for the stories heroine, Grace, but she only allowed Vincent to call her that. People had gone crazy after she released it. It was one of the main reasons she left the city. She couldn't go anywhere without being harassed and it was making it harder to write. She still had her apartment in Sacramento and only planned on staying here until the book was finished.

'Abbey, why can't you just wait a little while longer? Don't you want to be surprised when I give you the first manuscript?'

'No! I need to know whether or not Vincent and Grace finally end up in the same place. My heart is aching.'

'Do the background check then I'll give you a clue.'

'Already done. Jacob Hamilton Ballard, only child, no drug or arrest history. Seems like a small town guy who never left home. He's cute.'

'Any kids? Secret wife?'

'Nope. Never married, no kids. He's all yours, Liv.' she grinned. 'Now, my clue, please?'

'Alright, alright. It wasn't Vincent.'

Abbey gasped loudly and started yelling something but Olivia just laughed and hung up. Her friend had always been good about keeping a secret so she knew the hint wouldn't get out. Plus, Abbey was selfish. She would probably run around singing 'I know something you don't know' until the book was actually published.

Friday Night

Olivia definitely stood out from the other women in the little town. It was a small rural city and people mostly worked on farms and with their hands so the usual attire was jeans and work boots. She had noticed that constantly being in Ralph Lauren dresses and heels definitely turned the heads of the towns people.

There was only one restaurant in town and it doubled as a bar that people gathered at for a drink after their work for the day was done. She parked her black BMW in between two muddy trucks near the front and got out. It was 7:30 on the dot and she assumed that Jake was already there and waiting on her.

The summer heat called for something lightweight and short and she dressed accordingly. She wore a thin black dress that stopped midway at her thighs and the neckline plunged right at her cleavage. She had never been able to drive in heels so when she got out the car, she pulled her red leather pumps on her feet.

She made her way in the restaurant and everybody watched as she walked by and sat at a table. Glancing around the room, she realized Jake still hadn't made it so she decided to just wait inside. She could feel people looking at her but had gotten used to it in the week she had been there. She wasn't going to start wearing baggy overalls and t-shirts to make anybody's wives more comfortable.

'Who's she?' the bartender, James, asked the mayor who had come straight from city hall for a beer before he went home. That was his Friday night routine. Work, a few beers, then going home to his wife who was sure to have a fit about his intoxicated state. He had just arrived so he was definitely sober enough to answer his question.

'She's some hotshot writer from the city. Pope I think is her name.' Mayor Holland said, eyeing Olivia's exposed thighs.

'She's definitely not dressed the part.' he chuckled. 'She must have a date with someone to be dressed so fancy.'

'Must be.' the man beside them piped in, his eyes never leaving Olivia. 'I think I'm going to ask her out.' he said confidently.

'While she waits on her date to show up?' James laughed, shaking his head.

'No but I'm sure I'll see her again.' Fitz grinned and turned back around towards the bar to take another sip of his scotch.

The bartender laughed then yelled. 'Get out here, Mellie!'

Mellie emerged from the back where the kitchen was in a pair of loose jeans and a red t-shirt. Her hair was up in a bun with a red polkadot headband keeping everything in place. 'What, daddy?'

'We've got a customer out there. Take her a menu would ya, sweet pea?' he handed her one of the laminated menus from behind the bar and gestured to Olivia who was still sitting alone.

Mellie's nose crinkled. She had seen Olivia in town earlier that week and didn't like her for the simple reason that the other women in town didn't. She was unwanted competition for the men.

Now she was on a date and Mellie wondered which one of the men she had managed to scoop into her web already. She took the menu around to her and put on the brightest smile she could manage.

'Welcome to James' Place. What can I get you to drink?' she handed her the menu.

Olivia sat back in her seat, holding the menu in her lap while she quickly glanced through the drink menu. Seeing that the alcohol selection didn't go past beers or a few other hard liquors, her nose crinkled. 'Waters fine. Thanks.'

'No problem.' she took a quick note then smiled at her again. 'Are you ready to order or do you want to wait a while?'

Olivia glanced down at her watch and sighed. 'I'll just wait a little longer.'

'Sure thing. Holler if you need something.' she went back behind the bar and stood beside her dad. Pressing the cup against the water dispenser, she scoffed.

'Not too fond of the new girl, Mellie?' James smirked.

'Who does she think she is? I bet she only wears designer clothes.' her eyes rolled.

'Aw, sweetie. We can go to the city and get you a few of those designer brands.' he kissed her temple but Mellie swatted him away. She had been trying to coerce Fitz into asking her out on a date for 2 years now and he was being embarrassing.

'So, Fitz.' she turned her attention to him, smiling brightly. 'How are those calfs doing?'

'Pretty good. Thanks for asking.' he returned the smile but then looked back down at his glass. He was pretty aware of Mellie's advances but had never been interested in her. Usually Fitz would have one glass then go home but now he was genuinely curious as to who she had decided to grace with a Friday night date.

After 30 minutes, Olivia called Jake but didn't get an answer. She blushed with embarrassment, realizing she had probably been stood up. She dialed a very familiar number.

'Hello?' Abbey answered on the first ring, realizing something must have been wrong if she was calling during her date time. Concern coated her usually cheery voice.

'Abs, I think I've been stood up.' she sighed, playing with the straw that sat in her second cup of water for the night.

'What!?' she growled, ready to drive and beat up whoever it was right then and there. 'He hasn't showed up?'

'No. And I've sent like 2 texts and I called and he hasn't answered and now I'm sitting here looking dumb.'

'I'm on my way right now!'. It seemed irrational but Olivia knew her best friend. She was probably getting dressed to drive there right then.

'Abbey you don't have to come here. I'll be fine. I should've been writing tonight, anyway.' she reasoned more to herself than to Abbey.

'Everybody deserves to go on a few dates, especially you! You haven't been on one in sooo long! I cant believe that asshole! Are you sure you don't want to come down there because I will. Just say the fucking word.' she snarled out her last sentence.

Olivia laughed lightly. 'I'm sure. I'm going to wait a little while longer then I'm just going to count my losses.'

'I can't wait until you leave that hell hole.' she spat out, obviously a lot more worked up about the situation that Olivia was.

'Goodbye, Abigail.' she smirked and shook her head before hanging up. Olivia kept her hope alive and waited until 8:45 before finally realizing that he actually wasn't coming.

She exhaled and picked her clutch up. The water had been free but she at least wanted to leave something for Mellie who had brought her another cup as soon as she finished one. What made the situation even worse was that because people had been watching her all night, they were all acutely aware of the fact that she had been stood up. She left a $10 bill on the table and held her head up confidently as she walked out and went towards her car. Mellie skipped over to get her tip.

Fitz had been watching out the corner of his eyes all night and saw that his chance was slipping away. He glanced over at James. 'Put it on my tab. I need to catch her.'

'Hurry, boy.' he grinned and picked Fitz's cup up off the bar to wash it out.

With rushed, long strides, Fitz was able to make it out the door right before she got into her car. He approached her slowly but didn't stand too close after he realized their size difference. He figured that a man 2 feet taller than her coming up to her at night would've probably been a bit intimidating.

'Hi.' he smiled softly, tipping his wide brimmed hat back so she could see his face. The only light around them was coming from the stars in the sky and the neon signs on the restaurant.

'Hi.' she looked up to him, wanting to end the conversation. She had had enough of handsome strangers for the time being. Right now, all she wanted to do was drive back to Sacramento and drink wine with Abbey.

'My name is Fitz.' he held his hand out and she took it.

'Olivia.' she said as he shook her hand.

'Well, now that we know a little bit more about each other, why don't you let me take you out on a date?' he grinned boyishly.

Olivia crossed her arms and shook her head. 'Sorry. I'm really not in a-'

'I saw what happened in there.' he cut her off but spoke softly. 'I'm not sure what asshole you were supposed to be with but let me tell you we're not all like that.'

'I don't know what you're talking about.' she looked away from his gaze.

'You're dressed all nice and pretty and you drank water for an hour.' he was hesitant at first but he took a step closer to her. 'You're already out. What's the harm?'

Olivia wanted to resist him but he did have a point. She was already dressed and it really would've been a waste of an outfit if she didn't have somebody to gawk at her in it. Plus, Fitz was definitely charming and she'd be lying if she said the scruff on his face wasn't cute.

'There's only one restaurant in town and I'd prefer not to go back in there.' her nose crinkled.

'I definitely wasn't going to take you back in there.'

'Then where are we going?'

'Do you trust me?' he grinned and held his hand out to her.

'No.' she said seriously before taking his hand and locking her car door. She followed him out to his pickup truck and he helped her inside before getting in on the drivers side.

'Did you just get this?' she asked as she put her seat belt on. She had made a mental note of the tag number and had sent it to Abbey. She had seen too many episodes of Southern Fried Homicide to let herself completely get caught up.

'Yes, actually. Brand new. How'd you know?' he turned on the engine and backed out of the parking lot.

'New car smell.' she shrugged and looked out the window. The silence in the car gave her enough time to think about what is was she was doing. She was in the middle of no where in a strange man's truck going God knows where and she had left her taser and pepper spray in her car. She needed to get out of this. Now.

Before she could change her mind, they pulled up to this huge black metal gate at the end of the road with the letters 'GF' carved into the front. Fitz pressed a button on his dashboard and it opened for them. Olivia looked around curiously on what seemed to be a large piece of land. Before long, they approached a large farm house. It was brown with a wooden wrap around porch with white rocking chairs set up at the front.

After turning the truck off, he hopped out and quickly made it around to her side. He opened the door and took her by the hand and helped her down. He escorted her up the porch and into the house. Fitz took off his hat and placed it on the coat rack by the front door and turned the light on.

She glanced around the room and was slightly surprised to see that it was tastefully decorated. The medium brown hardwood floors look as if they had just been polished and the walls were painted a very warm red. One on end of the room there was a stone fireplace with a flat screen tv mounted about it and a sectional sofa facing towards it. On the other side was a small desk and chair with book shelves filled to their brim.

Fitz kicked his boots off and smiled down at her. 'Want me to take your shoes? I'm no expert but I'm sure being in heels all night is no fun.'

Olivia regarded him closely, wary about giving into him so easily, but she conceded and removed her heels and handed them over to him. If he didn't tower over her before, he definitely did now. He went to put their shoes away then led her into the kitchen.

This was no ordinary bachelor's pad. At least not any type Olivia had ever been in. The kitchen was clean and well organized. In the middle sat a tall island with barstools so she sat in one of the seats, her feet dangling down.

'Now, I'm sure you're hungry. I could whip up something for us but it may take a while.' he opened his freezer, revealing a few packages of meat that would've needed to be thawed out and seasoned first.

Olivia stood up when something caught her eyes. She walked over the to freezer and reached in and grabbed a box of Eggo waffles. 'Do you have any eggs?'

'I sure do.' he grinned at her and Olivia had to fight looking at him too long. Fitz opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of eggs and placed them on the counter top. He pulled out a skillet from the cabinet and used a lighter to light an eye on the stove.

Olivia noticed a Beats speaker further down the counter and she moved towards it. Something about being around him seemed so freeing and she had no clue how to describe it. He noticed what she was doing and smirked.

'This will really let me know whether it'll be a second date or not.'

She shot him a look and playfully scoffed. 'I'll have you know I listen to very high quality music.'

'Let's hear it then,' he said as he rolled up the sleeves on his blue and green tartan shirt, revealing muscular biceps with light chestnut colored hairs sitting on top. She sucked her teeth at the challenge and played her first song before walking back over to him.

As the stove got warmed up, he went back to the refrigerator and pulled a pack of bacon and 2 cans of whipped creme and a bottle of syrup. He pulled another skillet out and started an eye.

'Alright, do you want to do the bacon or the eggs?' he held the egg carton up in one hand and the pack of bacon in the other.

'Eggs.' she smiled and grabbed them from his hand. 'How many do you want?'

'2, please.' he said while opened the bacon. 'How many pieces of bacon do you want?'

'Just one. How do you like your eggs? I eat mine scrambled.' they said the word at the same time. Olivia felt her skin heat up slightly but she just smiled at him and reached inside a little cup with utensils and cracked their eggs open.

Once they got done cooking, they both sat on the island and talked. Olivia was trying to keep her guard up but every time he made some stupid joke she found herself laughing harder than she had in years.

'Now, tell me what brings you to our fair town?' he grabbed one of the bottles of whipped cream he had taken out and put it on top of his waffles and she did the same with hers.

'I wanted to get away from the city for a while while I finish my new book.'

'You're a writer? What type of stuff do you write?'

'Well, I have a few books but my most popular series is 'As The Hours Pass'.'

'Wait a minute.' his eyebrows furrowed and he stood up from his seat and disappeared into the living room. He came back with a neatly wrapped pretty silver box with a gold bow on top. He lifted the top of it and help up one of her books. 'You wrote these?'

'I did.' she smiled proudly and watched as he shut the box again and put it underneath the kitchen sink. He took his seat back beside her.

'My sister has been begging me to get her the hardcover editions. Her birthday is next week.' he smirked and shook his head and went back to his waffles.

'Aw, I could autograph them for her if you'd like.'

He hadn't even thought about that. 'She would die of excitement.'

'I aim to please.' she laughed lightly. 'So did you grow up here?'

'No. I'm originally from DC. I gained an interest in veterinarian studies so I ended up going to MSU in Mississippi. While I was there I minored in Agriculture studies and I stayed there until I obtained my doctorate.'

'Wow, impressive Dr. Grant. Do you ever miss the city?'

He though for a second then spoke up. 'Sometimes. I miss the convenience of the city more than anything. It's so hard to find a good latte out here.' he playfully grunted.

'Tell me about it.' she grinned. After their meal was done, Fitz stood up.

'Can I show you something?'

'Don't you want to clean up a little first? I'd hate for this stuff to stick to your pans.'

'Hm, good point.' he smiled and they went over to the sink. Olivia turned the music back on and they washed dishes in an extremely comfortable silence. As the song changed to something more upbeat, she smiled up at him.

'Do you know this song?'

'I don't think so.' he shook his head, listening as the music started.

'It's one of my favorites' she grinned and handed him another plate.

'Well, then its probably horrid.' he teased and took it from her.

Born and raised under the rain and a Western Wind
Felt the weight trying to live up to they say I am.
Is it any wonder Shame comes calling my first name
Is there any question if I'm the one here left to blame

It's the same fight all over again
It's the same bite breaking under my skin
It's the same light when you let me in
You let me in you let me in.

Olivia smirked as she notice him bobbing his head to the music. When the lyrics started back up, she playfully bumped her hip against his.

I feel like a contender
Bringing my fist to pistol war
I surrender that I need you now and you've loved me more
It's like an ocean over my head and I'm under the light
In slow motion tonight

He bumped her hip back, careful not to use all of his strength. She gasped playfully at the contact and pushed him with her hand, getting his shirt slightly wet since she had been drying dishes. Their brief contact confirmed that he was as toned and hard as he looked.

It's the same fight all over again
It's the same bite breaking in my skin
It's the same light when you let me in
You let me in you let me in.

He chuckled lowly and bumped her a little harder this time, making it clear that she wouldn't be winning anything physical against him. She analyzed the counter top until she found the bottle of whipped cream she had earlier. She slowly reached for it. Fitz noticed what she was going for and inched his hand towards his own, both of them now watching the other out the corner of their eyes.

You are the air I breathe
You are the song I bleed
You are the war that I can't win
This is my white flag in the wind
Every word you speak
Is the air I breathe.

As soon as the chorus started, they both whipped around, spraying the other with whipped cream.

'Stop, Fitz!' she laughed as he easily held her little wrists together and sprayed all over her face. With much wiggling, she was able to free herself to get him back. Both of them now a mess of whipped cream. After both cans ran out, they stood there looking at one another and laughing at how ridiculous they looked.

If anyone were to ever ask, they would have no clue who made the next move. It was probably a joint effort that had Olivia pinned against the counter top while Fitz kissed her passionately, their bodies sticky from their previous actions.

Fitz kept his hands chastely at his waist, careful not cross any boundaries that they had already stomped all over. His tongue teased her upper lip, begging for an invitation inside. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth for him and reached up rest her arms on top of his shoulders.

You are the war that I can't win
This is my white flag in the wind

He hadn't intended for it to get this far but he couldn't get enough. There was absolutely no other place he wanted to be than right there standing there kissing her while they were covered in whipped cream. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth until he was drinking her moans and whimpers. They kept their tempo slow and tender to avoid having part lips for too long for air.

After neither of them could breathe, they released each other and smiled. They just couldn't help themselves.

'Hi.' he said, wiping some cream off her top brow then caressing her cheek.

'Hi.' she pressed her face in his palm and they both just stood in admiration for a moment.