AN: this might be a one shot, depending on the response. I had this idea pop into my head and I wanted to put it out there and see how it is going.

I won't abandon TFTH…Just want to see where this goes.

Happy reading!

XOXO

The party was elite, to say the least. Olivia recognized a lot of familiar faces and no part of her wanted to be here longer than an hour. Harper had been invited by some of the award show attendees, and not wanted to be rude, she agreed to accompany her daughter. Since she was only 13, winning a Grammy was unheard of, and Harper was a really hot commodity right now. Olivia was concerned that about her daughter being taken advantage of, and made it a point to be near her child, but out of sight.

Harper was beautiful. The daughter of a one night stand, Olivia was very protective of her daughter and vigilant of her company. She bore a pair of the most striking blue eyes ever seen on a woman of color, her hair was dark chocolate and had absolutely NO sign of African American Heritage hanging almost to her waist in loose curls, and her skin was the color of a tan paper brown. She was blessed with the voice of a young Whitney Houston, and a chance encounter with a Karaoke machine at the mall turned into an almost instant record deal and fame. She was the perfect mixture of a night that Olivia never forgot.

Flashback

Olivia had one too many drinks that night. Ok, so she was drunk. No part of her cared at the present moment, and when the DJ decided to play a slow song, she didn't hesitate to make her way to the dance floor, dragging her long-time friend, Abby, with her. She swayed her hips, showing off her "juking" skills in her tight fitting dark jeans, white shimmering halter top, and 5 inch black pumps. She danced alongside her friend, catching the attention of every man within 20 feet of her with a pulse as she demonstrated the most erotic way to roll her hips and butt at the same time.

She felt hands and a semi-hard penis behind her. She eyed Abby, who gave her the signal to deny this person. Either he was too ugly, or looked too thirsty. Olivia dodged him, moving to the other side of her redhead friend and continued to dance. When the song changed, she switched tempos and began to sing the song to accompany her dancing. She was having a great time until she felt yet another pair of hands wrap around her body. She looked to Abby and instead of getting the usual cut throat gesture from her, she was met with Abby's green eyes about to bulge out of her head. She was about to turn around when she heard his voice in her ear.

"Don't stop. God, you look amazing. Please don't stop dancing. May I please dance with you, pretty lady?"

She felt her panties instantly become moist. His breath smelled of brown liquor and mint, and was tickling her ear. She continued to twirl her hips, but slower, and was trying to calm her breathing. She made eye contact with Abby and got a wink.

A wink? What does that mean? She thought…

Just then, the DJ switched to a reggae tune and Olivia switched along with him, adding more flavor to her hip and butt thrusts. She felt the mystery man behind her match her hips move back and forth, in and out, and was so engrossed with his movements, she didn't notice her friend leave the dance floor or the other people begin to stare. It was as if she and this man had the most amazing chemistry and everyone on the dancefloor could feel the electricity between them. She knew this song very well, and when the chorus ended, she turned around and wrapped her hands around his neck. He instantly lowered his forehead to touch hers, and she pinched her jeans at the thigh, granting herself a bit more room to rotate her middle into his crotch. She lifted her eyes to meet his and what she saw ALMOST made her lose her rhythm.

Cerulean blues.

As the dancing grew hotter and heavier, Olivia began to feel his manhood through his pants. She eyed him, knowing deep down that she should stop herself. Instead, she locked eyes with him and it was as if they were talking without actually speaking.

"My God, your body feels so amazing…."

"You're not so bad yourself."

"Wanna get out of here?"

"Absoooo-lutely."

The next thing Olivia could register was her back being pushed against the wall on the side of the building. They were in route to his car, hand in hand, and he had grown impatient. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to feel those beautifully plump lips against his own. He took a chance and halted movement, pushing her into the wall and devouring her lips. He suckled and nibbled on them until she granted him entry to her tongue, meeting his thrusts with her own. Her left leg found its way around his waist and he leaned into her even more, pressing is manhood into her stomach.

Olivia broke the kiss. "Let's go."

Thankfully, the mystery man didn't live very far. They got out of the car calmly, both inwardly hoping the other would be ok with this and not change their mind. He unlocked his apartment and let her in first, locking behind him. When he turned around, she was on him like a magnet. She snaked her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers through his hair and enjoying the moan that was vibrating her mouth from him. She took a tiny step back, dragging him back with her and kept one hand around his neck, the other on his arm. As if he knew what she was about to do, he hoisted her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist. He dropped the keys in his hand, undid his shoes, and managed to keep his lips locked with the perfect beauty currently wrapped around him.

He made his way into his bedroom and lay her down gently. He wanted to badly to ravage and tear her body apart for her, but he felt like that was wrong. Just looking into her beautiful cappuccino eyes, he felt like he needed to take his time and show this woman's body the respect it deserved. She reached down and pulled his shirt up by the hem, revealing a chiseled torso she thought you could only see in exercise commercials. He smirked at the look on her face, inwardly patting himself on the back for those extra hours at the gym. He pulled her upright, reaching to unclip her top when he suddenly stopped. She took a deep breath and locked eyes with him.

"You sure?"

"Very. Take it off…NOW."

He grinned at her, kissing her gently as he undid her top and peeled it down her body, revealing that she didn't bother to wear a bra this evening. He was about to come undone looking at her perfect chocolate nipples, erect and pointing directly at him. He wasted no time showing them equal respect, rolling his tongue in circles around them and enjoying the chocolate taste in his mouth. He thought he was going crazy…no way were her nipples actually sweet…right?

She moaned and groaned, laying back and tangling her fingers thru his thick curls yet again. When he gently bit her breast, she tugged on his hair, signaling she like what he was doing. He peeled off her pants, kissing every inch of skin as it became visible. Olivia wanted to scream. He was torturing her and giving her the most exquisite feelings all at the same time. Her mind was on overload.

"Ah, oh my, just do it alr- OOOOhhhhh…Oh my, " Olivia couldn't make out a complete sentence as he worshipped her body with his mouth. He kissed a trail from her feet to her ankles, calves, and knees, then placed them on his shoulders and began to kiss her inner thighs. He was thouroghly enjoying pleasing her, and watching her become flustered and even more turned on at the same time. He could now see her wetness seeping around her black lace thong, and this turned him into a mad man for a second, gripping her panties by the side and tearing them off. He placed an impasse kiss on her lower lips and she almost rocketed to the ceiling.

He flattened his tongue and went to work on her. He never in his life thought giving a woman oral could make him feel this way, but he wanted nothing more than to remain between her thighs forever.

Olivia could feel her orgasm building in her lower stomach. She grabbed a fist full of sheets, trying to steady her breathing, and used her other hand to pull on his silky curls. Her toes curled, her eyes rolled, and she let go of what she thought was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. She opened her eyes and saw stars. She looked down at him, and he was still slurping and sucking up all her juices as he locked eyes with her. Never in her life had she felt this relax and euphoric.

Fitz kissed a path up her pelvis, stomach, valley between her breasts, and finally her chin before he locked lips with her again. She kissed him with such urgency, he wanted to go back and give her another orgasm. She began to unbuckle his pants, thinking she had to have him immediately. He allowed his pants and boxers to slid down simultaneously, and Olivia caught a glimpse of his penis. She halted her movements and studied his face as if she was asking him if it was real.

He caught her eye and smirked, kissing her neck and positioning himself between her legs, the head of his penis rubbing her already swollen clit. He could feel the urgency of her wetness and he freed one hand to his nightstand to find a condom. She knew what he was doing and tried her best to remain patient. After a few moments, Olivia looked away, feeling like she would cum just watching him put it on. He seemed to be having trouble as he figeted with the contraceptive.

"Uh, just do it already!" she screamed.

"Um…well, I uh…" Fitz wanted to respect her in every aspect.

Olivia wasn't the type to do this. ANY of this. Meet a stranger in a club, kiss him, go back to his place, and DEFINTELY not have sex with him on the first night. Something about this man made her feel like she already knew everything about him and she was so comfortable she didn't give her odd behavior any more thought. At this very moment, she just wanted him to hurry the fuck up and do it already.

Fitz was caught up in his own dilemma. His hands were shaking so badly, he couldn't get the damn thing to go on. He was already quite blessed below the belt, so applying any contraceptive EVER always proved to be a task. With the ebony beauty laying below him, he was so nervous he couldn't get it secure. When she said do it already, he assumed she meant go without the condom. After about 5 mores seconds, he allowed the alcohol in his system to win the battle and he threw the unused condom to the floor. He pulled her leg behind her knee up to his waist and entered her quickly and swiftly. She almost orgasmed from pure pleasure of penetration, and they went on to have sex several time that night. Not once did either question what the other meant by not having protection on.

Present.

Oliva watched as her daughter wooed all the major players in the music industry. She already had a record deal so that wasn't her goal. Olivia knew that Harper didn't really have a goal as she was the sweetest child anyone could ask for.

After a while, Olivia found herself seated at the bar nursing a glass of red wine. She kept a close eye on Harper, who seemed to be fitting in and making new friends. There was a few other teenagers present at the party, which put Olivia's heart somewhat at ease. She carried on a conversation with another parent in attendance at the party and watched as her daughter danced and carried on with a few of the other partygoers.

Just then, the music stopped and in strolled R&B's newest sensation, Fitzgerald Grant. Fitz to the ladies and music world, he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Everyone in the room went nuts over his arrival and even her own daughter seemed to pay attention. The man smiled and shook hands. He had just received 5 Grammy's tonight and was taking in the atmosphere.

Fitz had watched as Harper took the stage. He was in absolute amazement. He had been in the music industry for quite some time now, and had made it big. Throughout NONE of his travels had he come across a young lady with such poise and talent. He was entranced by her eyes and hypnotized by her voice. As he watched her perform from the audience, for some reason he felt like he needed to protect her.

Harper made her way to her mother from behind and scared her out of her Fitz-induced trance.

"Momma, you're staring."

Olivia felt her cheeks burn. She was in fact staring, but she absolutely couldn't help it. There he was. She hadn't seen him in person in almost 14 years and he was here in front of her. She gathered her thoughts and turned to her daughter.

"What can I say, munchkin? I have eyes. He is gorgous, isn't he?" Olivia asked her daughter.

Harper shrugged her shoulders and looked back at the handsome man.

Fitz felt funny. He felt as if someone was watching him. OF COURSE plenty of people were, but he felt a familiar twinge in his heart. It began to beat quickly and his breathing became a bit labored. He scanned the room and when his eyes landed on Harper, he smiled and made his way over to her. Olivia had turned back around to order another glass of red wine and didn't notice her daughter wave at Fitz. Harper knew he mother had a slight celebrity crush and wanted to push things a little. She didn't tell her mother he was coming over.

"Harper Pope! Nice to see you again, sweetie! You did AMAZING tonight! Congratulations on your first award!" Fitz exclaimed. He pulled Harper into a bear hug, and for reasons he couldn't explain, it felt right. She felt like she belonged in his arms and he wanted to protect her from anyone he deemed dangerous to her.

"Thank you!" Harper gushed as she hugged him. She cut her eyes at her mother who was now fixated on the bar in front of her. She noticed how her mother was siting stock still and not looking around. She found it strange.

"Mom, look who it is! It's Fitz!"

Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat and silently willed her pulse to slow down. She could smell that familiar scent already and it was doing a number on her. How could she face this man? She never contacted him even though he gave her his number to call after their chance encounter. Now he was behind her back hugging THEIR daughter? He had no idea he was holding his own flesh and blood and that alone made Olivia want to cry. She knew deep down that she had hidden Harper from him for what she thought was a good reason, but with him being so close, she was beginning to doubt her decisions.

She eased around on her stool, and finally locked eyes with him. Fitz' arms dropped from around Harper and it was as if everyone else in the room disappeared. There she was! His Olivia! She was right here in front of him and he couldn't speak. This was the woman he let get away. To this day, he knew he had secretly fallen in love with her that night and it scared the hell out of him. He had to assume it scared her as well since he never heard from her again. She looked absolutely stunning in her floor length white strapless gown. She only wore a small heart shaped necklace, which he noticed matched Harper's, and a shiny black clutch in her hand. She sat, looking cool and collected with her legs crossed and he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and confess that the song he just won the awards about tonight was indeed about her.

Olivia felt like putty. She gazed into his eyes, not remembering them being so entrancing, and got lost for a moment. He made the back suit he was wearing look like it had been made specifically for him and she felt that instant attraction she had felt all those years ago. She wanted to run away and cry and scream out of guilt, but in that moment, all she could do was stare at the man who had made her fall in love all those years ago.

She somehow found the strength to stand up and outstretch her hand to him. By this time, Harper knew something was up so she took a step back as they stood in front of each other. She anticipated their introductions to one another but what she heard had her floored.

"Hi Fitz."

"Hi Olivia."

"You KNOW each other!?"

AN: that's it for now! Let me know what you think! I thought this would be a clever idea (I haven't read anything like this on here before) and I'm excited to see where this goes. How will Harper handle this? How will Fitz handle finding out the truth?

SPOILER ALERT: OLITZ IS ENDGAME AND ALWAYS WILL BE IN ANY STORY I WRITE, SO DON'T GET YOUR PANTIES IN A WAD JUST YET. TAKE THE RIDE WITH ME!

Don't take offense to how I described Harper, please. I actually have a few mixed race family members and they have hair that doesn't resemble mine in ANY way, shape, form, or fashion. As if it's ALL Caucasian hair. Nothing wrong with it, but just wanted to clear that up before any issues arise.

Until next time…leave me reviews so I can see if this is as good an idea as I think it is….

PS: I'm not a great smut writer…kind of embarrassed to write it but I hope I did ok! I didn't want to cross the line with what I was saying, so I didn't make it as dirty as my mind thought it.

XOXO