AUTHORS NOTE: We're back! I took the story down and for the most part it's the same story….I am just rewriting it, adding a bit more, reworking the parts I wasn't really happy with. It's still about our favorite pair and hopefully you like the new and improved version.

You will note the rating changed to M. It's really only for language...I'm really not a great smut writer. BUT, there will be some sexy times, don't you fret!

I also want to thank all those that reached out during my self-imposed hiatus from this, checking that I was ok. Life has a way of getting the best of you, as cliché as it sounds. For this reason, you will notice I am no longer on Tumblr and I will NOT be finishing my Terry Fic site. I'm sorry to those of you that followed me on there. If any writers are interested in the rights to my Terry stories, so you can finish them on your own, I'm more than happy to turn them over to you. If you want to chat about it, feel free to PM me on here.

Enjoy! As always, I am a fan of constructive feedback, so lay it on me!

There was no doubt Fitz was nervous. He fidgeted with the mess on his desk, picking up scraps of discarded notes and moving legal briefs from one pile to another, as if the arrangement of the yellowed papers on the mahogany desk made a difference to those examining the scene. He picked up a pen and cradled it in his palm, before settling it back into the groove at the top of his black desk pad. He stopped his frantic cleaning, stepping back to survey the result. It would have to do, for now.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he smoothed the wrinkles in his pinstripe jacket with his hand. He cocked his head as he looked himself up and down. Again, it would have to do. With a heavy sigh, he sat back in his desk chair, soothing his racing heart by caressing the firm coolness of the leather with his fingertips. He shouldn't have been nervous. He had high profile meetings with important Hollywood people every day. But, it wasn't every day a movie star was coming to visit, especially one as beautiful and mesmerizing as Margot Pope.

Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, III—or Fitz to his colleagues and friends—was the top entertainment lawyer in one of Los Angeles' most prominent law firms. At 42, with a luxurious head of chestnut curly hair, a chiseled physique envied by the gods, and piercing gray eyes, Fitz was a true specimen of manliness. He kept in great shape, either at the gym or with pickup soccer or Frisbee games in Santa Monica. Athletics was not only an outlet, but also a passion. Many times, Fitz found himself running or swimming to keep his mind focused and clear, and he credited his sports experiences in his youth for keeping him out of trouble and on the path to success.

For this reason, Fitz was committed to helping children find opportunities to succeed in sports. He participated in the local Big Brothers group, mentoring young men and encouraging them to join sports teams and other team activities. Due to his altruistic nature, Fitz had a reputation around town as not only handsome, but as a compassionate man, an irresistible combination. He often found himself on L.A. Magazine's Most Eligible Bachelors list and had earned top prize for the past several years. While this honor brought prestige to his family, namely his doting mother and sisters, Fitz wasn't always keen to be singled out for his classic looks and lack of significant other. He would much rather have been known for his giving back to the community instead of his dating problems.

If one had to figure out why Fitz had never settled down, it wasn't for his lack of trying. He had dated his fair share of models and wannabe actress-waitresses, as is standard in Hollywood. But, he knew exactly what he wanted in a partner. He wanted intellect, passion for social causes, beauty, and grace. And as hard as he tried to find that one woman that could live up to his expectations, he just couldn't find "the one."

He had found the one once, or rather someone he thought could have been the one. 22 years ago, as a sophomore in college, he had spent the summer as a camp counselor at Lake Analanka, a camp for special needs children in the Adirondack Mountains. That summer, he met another college student, a brilliant and beautiful girl named Olivia. If he closed his eyes, he could remember the luscious black hair that cascaded in loose waves down her back, lightly skimming her bronzed skin. He could recall the lavender and coconut smell of her neck, and how she moaned ever-so-gently when he laid his tongue at the base of her ear. He could often get aroused just thinking of what happened that summer.

Since Olivia, Fitz had dated a string of "not the ones," including an almost marriage with a fellow lawyer at his firm. But months after the engagement, Fitz realized he was still holding out hope that in some cliché movie fantasy, Olivia would waltz back into his life, and he would sweep her off her feet, threatening to never let go again. He couldn't remember, or rather wanted to forget the circumstances of, why they lost each other. He just knew he would never be whole until she was back in his life.

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Olivia "Margot" Pope was one of the hottest names in Hollywood. In the past few years, she had racked up an impressive resume of television and film projects, becoming the industry's it girl. It was difficult for women of color to make it in the entertainment business, so Olivia had become a poster child of sorts for female success in a color-aware profession. It didn't hurt that she was stunningly beautiful, with long black curls framing a structured mocha face, large deep-set brown eyes and full lips. She also kept good care of her body, staying trim, but retaining a set of luscious curves.

Olivia was not simply a pretty face, though. For as long as she could remember, she had also lived a life of service, giving back to organizations and charities dear to her heart. When she had been poor and struggling in college, her contributions often took the form of participation in fun runs and bake sales. With her newfound fame and accompanying fortune, she became committed to founding and funding several of her own organizations.

Unfortunately, Olivia had recently become a tabloid princess over her recently ended longterm relationship with a fellow actor, Brock Loveland. When Olivia had moved to LA after college with nothing more than a dream and the shirt on her back, Brock, a stunt man on action movies, had shown her how to behave on movie sets, who to meet, and who to impress. At the time, Brock was humble and kind, treating Olivia with the kindness and support she needed as she climbed the entertainment ladder. It didn't hurt that Brock was also gorgeous, with a large sculptured chest, arms, and back, that made Olivia wet just looking at.

As Olivia's star grew, so did Brock's. Together they morphed into Hollywood's prized couple, invited to parties, galas, award shows, interviews, and the like. The once beautiful, sweet, kind Brock turned into an egotistical neurotic prick with an eye for anything with an ample bosom. Dalliance after dalliance, Olivia let him back into the house after much begging and forgiveness. A few months ago, Brock proposed and Olivia was ecstatic. She thought an engagement meant he would stop his wandering eye and finally settle with her. A few days after their publicists announced the impending union, Olivia walked in on Brock fucking her co-star in Olivia's bed. She unceremoniously threw him out and the tabloids had a field day, everything from "Olivia's a frigid shrew" to "what happened to America's Sweethearts?"

It was for this reason Olivia was planning to visit the L.A. office of Pearson and Day Law Associates to begin rebuilding her public persona by getting some of her charity projects in proper order. She had a new idea for a traveling theater troupe that would present experience camps for children with special needs. Olivia had always been passionate about the arts. From theater camps to local commercials, Olivia had done it all. The arts had saved her in more ways than one. She believed that if arts could do that for her, it could be a savior for children of all kinds.

Olivia pulled a new springtime dress out of her vast closet and settled on some sensible pumps that accentuated her shaped calves. She smoothed her hands slowly down the front of the dress, willing herself to stand up straight and put on a brave face. She smiled at herself in the mirror, but could see her confidence was waning.

As she poured her morning tea, her eye caught the L.A. Times headline on the paper her assistant had left on the kitchen table. For the fifth day in a row, someone was speculating on her and Brock's relationship. Olivia sank into one of the kitchen chairs with a heavy sigh, the confidence she had just willed into herself gradually slipping away.

If Olivia was honest with herself, she didn't know why she was so upset. If her relationship experience taught her anything it was that Brock was simply not the one. While she liked his humility and heart early on in the relationship, it was too easy for him to switch those things off when he became famous.

Olivia knew exactly what she wanted in a partner. She wanted someone who was genuinely happy to see her in the evenings, who knew how she liked her tea or that she hated reality television. She wanted someone who would watch old movies with her when she was sick, who would bring her flowers for no reason. But more than that, she wanted someone who knew himself, someone who had passion for something other than their relationship, who could understand her long hours away from home doing work for her charities. She didn't think it would be so hard to find this person, but time after time, Brock showed her that he simply did not fit this bill.

Fingering the lip of her mug, Olivia lifted her mind wistfully back to a time 22 years ago when she may have actually met "the one." As silly as it sounded for a college student to have met her soulmate, she really had. He was kind and loving, giving of his heart to both her and to his passion for athletics. She smirked as she remembered the feel of his firm chest beneath her own, and her neck grew hot with the memory of the kisses he used to place on her collarbone and under her ear. As she began to remember the size of his penis, turgid in her fist, she longed to plunge her entire hand into her lace panties to bring some relief, but she shook it off when she realized the driver was honking the horn, ready to get her to her next appointment.

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Fitz shook himself from the reverie of Olivia when, as if by fate, Fitz's assistant came in to announce Ms. Pope's arrival. Fitz took a deep breath and straightened his tie. He ran his fingers through his hair, tussling the curls, before settling against the desk, trying to look nonchalant while denying the nervous energy that was creating butterflies in his stomach.

Not long after, a small entourage of security personnel entered the room, creating a wall that finally parted to reveal a petite masterpiece strutting in their wake. Dressed in a beautiful pink and green ensemble that accentuated her lean legs and firm backside, with her black hair neatly tucked into a bun, she looked every bit as beautiful and innocent as he remembered. Fitz could tell something was wrong as her eyes were fixed to the ground and her shoulders were slightly hunched.

He offered his hand in greeting and her eyes finally met his from their place fixed on the ground. Her eyes grew wider and wider at the recognition of the face in front of her, and her mouth finally melted from its frown into a small smile that crinkled the sides of her eyes.

"Fitz?" she whispered.

"It's good to see you again, Olivia."