AN: Felt really inspired to write a new update for this story so I did. Hope you enjoy it, keep in mind that it is very out of character Olitz. Enjoy and don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I do not own the song lyrics in this chapter.
Olivia felt sweat pooling on her back and behind her knees, despite of her scantily cladded dressing as she ran underneath the sweltering heat of the Nevada sun. Her feet hurt from running in the 4 inch-heeled ankle boots. The pistol shots rang aloud behind her and it was her cue to run faster, moving in a zigzag pattern to prevent the bullets from hitting her. Just when she felt like she was going to pass out from heat exhaustion the brisk voice of the director yelled "CUT" and she slowed her pace coming to a stop, vaguely registering the assistants rushing towards her with a bottle of water, a portable fan and a cool towel. She graciously accepted their offerings, first drinking the water while an assistant carefully dabbed the small pool of sweat on her forehead, careful not to mess up her makeup.
Now cooler, Olivia then walked towards Raul, the director, and was internally jumping at his smiling face, a major difference from his prior stoic one. It had to be a good sign, she hoped. She'd done the scene five times already and didn't think she had it in her to do it again.
"We got the perfect shot, Liv!" he exclaimed, breaking up her internal musings.
At his words she smiled brightly and silently thanked God! "Great!"
Raul smiled brightly at her and spoke lowly, "you were great."
Olivia gave him another smile without commenting further. She excused herself and made her way to her trailer, needing the cool air more than anything else before they shot the next scene, which was her riding on a back of a motorcycle with Fitz – who was supposed to be on set any minute. It was the middle of summer and she and Fitz were preparing for their fall tour together, which was starting in New York and ending in Paris. Their newest collaborated song was number 1 on the billboards for 6 weeks and counting. It was the perfect time and business decision to go on tour together. They had the music world in their hands as people were still buzzing about their engagement and everyone wanted to see OLITZ, the name dubbed by fans and imposed by the media – on stage together. So the couple was milking the media attention while they still had it for all that it was worth. They did photo shoots, interviews and soon a tour together. Despite being transparent with the public they still reserved a lot of who they were as individuals, and to each other, maintaining that privacy that was essential to foster and keep a healthy relationship going.
As she got closer to the custom built trailer Olivia waved her hand in dismissal at the assistant that was about to open the trailer door for her. She needed a little bit of solitude so she conveyed that to her before climbing into the trailer and shutting the door behind her. The cool air from the AC immediately shrouded her skin and she sighed in contentment
"I like when you moan." A deep voice announced from at the back of the trailer, startling her a bit. But she recovered quickly at the familiar baritone and a wide grin spread across her face as she looked in the direction from which the sound came.
She threw the empty FIJI bottle in the garbage bag at the door before making her way further into the custom trailer. Hers had a simple three-seat couch built into the wall, a small refrigerator, and a white round table to hold whatever miscellaneous stuffs she had. There was a floor length wardrobe with a mirror but it was extremely narrow, toilet and bathroom, and a small bed at the back of it. The interior décor of the trailer was very modern and the walls were painted a nice shade of purple, like an eggplant color that complemented the minimal furnishings.
"Baby," she called, seeing him in full view. He was lying on his side on the small bed, almost dwarfing it with his tall and well-built figure. He had on gray joggers and a white T-shirt with red Nike Roshes. She was a foot away from him and could already smell his potent scent, so masculine – a blend of spices, the ocean and him. It had been more than 24 hours since she last seen him and took the time to take him in. Both had been busy with work and Olivia went to her house to sleep instead of his because she had an early day.
When she met him she lowered herself to the bed before offering up her lips for a chaste kiss, in which he gladly received. The kiss was short, sweet and sensual, a proper and contented greeting between the two. Olivia was the first one to pull away with a soft sigh, clearly still winded from her previous exertion of energy.
"How are you?" Fitz asked, hugging her to him albeit her skin was slightly sticky with sweat. He carefully kissed her temple region tenderly, mindful to not mess up her hair, which was skillfully coiled in perfect ringlets.
"Tired…. I can't wait for us to finish filming these parts. The sun is fucking hot." She chuckled humorless. "I smell like outside." She lifted up her arm for him to smell and Fitz pulled back.
"What the fuck, Liv?" He laughed at her random act of giving him her armpit to sniff.
She put her hand down, still laughing and bumped his shoulder with her forehead, keeping it there. "I'm so tired. The sun is draining all my energy."
"Oh baby…" he cuddled her into his arms as if to transfer his energy to her. "Good thing I brought you lunch," he murmured into the side of her neck.
"Yea?" She pulled back immediately, suddenly revived at the sound of food. It wasn't that she didn't had anything to eat but she didn't feel like eating anything they had, and being stuck in the middle of the Nevada dessert she didn't want to inconvenience anyone by demanding something else to eat when she'd already told them what she was going to have for lunch when they collected her food request yesterday.
"Sushi from your favorite place," Fitz grinned, obviously proud with himself that he thought to surprise her with lunch.
Olivia practically rolled her eyes in pleasure as her taste buds instantly salivated. She leaned forward and kissed him soundly, sticking her tongue in his mouth, conveying her gratitude.
"WOW! Well, that's another way to say thanks," Fitz breathed once her assaulting lips were off his.
She chuckled, hiding her face with her right hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't know I needed sushi until you brought it up and now I'm so happy. Where's it?" She asked the last question abruptly.
"You're such a foodie." He shook his head good-natured.
"Shadddupppp!" She quipped, rolling her eyes.
Still smirking he said, "in the fridge."
She got up and went to the fridge and retrieved the take out platter of sushi that her fiancé so graciously brought for her. Speaking of fiancé she was reminded of her bare ring finger. She'd taken off her engagement ring to shoot their Bonnie and Clyde inspired video. After grabbing everything she needed, she placed it on the small round table by the sofa before moving back to the bed and bent her knees to look underneath it.
Fitz watched as she pulled out a small safe, which caused him to raise his eyebrows in curiosity but didn't say anything. She opened it shortly after, revealing her engagement ring.
"There!" She said with a smile after she slid the ring back onto her finger.
Something about her action caused his heart to constrict, he loved that she was proud to show the world that she was his and that pleased him immensely.
"Babe, you know you can leave your ring at home when you're filming," he said, although touched by her steadfast alliance he didn't think her safety measures were all that secure.
"I know, but no one sees when I hide it and besides, I want to wear my ring soon after I finish filming."
He leaned forward and kissed her again. "Just be careful, ok? I can't afford to replace your ring as much as I replace my phone."
She laughed because that used to be a frequent expenditure on his part. However, it hadn't happened again since the restaurant incident in New York three months prior. Since then, Fitz had grown up considerably, starting with his friends and how they interacted. The boys weren't much of a probably these days, and it probably had to do with the talk he gave them. Whatever it was she was grateful because their relationship was smoother these days for it. No more crazy outbursts but small disagreements here and there.
Olivia moved to the couch and Fitz followed suit, taking a seat beside hers as she lifted the lid off of the sushi platter.
"Ohmygod…You're the best!" she shrieked at the sight of extra-extra pickled ginger on the side, knowing how much she loved it. She didn't mind much for the sauces and wasabi because the ginger was everything to her.
Fitz chuckled at her behavior, which wasn't unusual to him, she was a foodie at heart, and didn't try to hide it when they first started dating. And, to this day he still laughed at the memory of her on their first date when she ate, as she put it "the best steak in her life" and he loved that about her. She was always authentic, kept it 100 with him always…
He watched as she broke her chopsticks apart before diving in. It wasn't until she was on her third one that she offered him one but he shook his head no. He'd rather watch her indulge in the food than take away a little of her pleasure. Nothing she did was ever boring to him. He loved her quirks as much as he loved the "best" parts of her. To him every part of her was the best part, ok, that was a lie. But he had learned to love the good and bad parts of her. Accepting her for who she was and knowing that she did the same for him.
California roll perfectly held between restaurant quality disposable chopsticks, she casually said, "Babe, I was thinking that we should get matching tattoos on our ring fingers with each other's initials when we get married. What you think?" She popped the sushi into her mouth and began chewing while looking at him expectantly.
"Only on one condition."
Her left eyebrow arched curiously at his response. "And, what is that?"
Fitz smirked, licking his pink lips before saying, "you have to tattoo my name on your pussy too."
Olivia's mouth fell open and she didn't know what to think of his odd request, whether to laugh or yell. Eventually she had to reply to him and fix this mess that she'd started. "Why would I do that Fitz?" she asked evenly.
Fitz shrugged his broad shoulders. "I just think it'll be hot as fuck."
She rolled her eyes playfully at him. "You need to see someone about your possessive qualities. It can't be normal. "
He chuckled and leaned forward, wrapping an arm around her slender body. His lips landed by her right ear and he whispered, "don't you think it would be hot walking around in public with such a secret? It'll be our little secret and every time I go down on you I'll be reminded that you're mine. Doesn't that make you hot? It makes me hot, Livvie. Fuck-" his words cut off when Olivia's hand snaked between them and began fondling with his hardening cock.
"See, even thinking about it is making me hard. God…" Fitz hissed when she squeezed him tighter through his pants.
Olivia didn't know what was going on, one minute she was thinking that he'd lost his damn mind and the next she was beyond hot for him and wanted him in that instant. She stopped her ministrations, pushing the half eaten platter of sushi further across the table, freeing up the space on their end.
"We don't have a lot of time," she told him, moving her hands to unbutton the round silver button on her denim shorts. Quickly they undressed themselves until they were both naked. Olivia eyed his erect cock as it lay on his stomach from his semi lying position in the chair. The vein on the underside was bulging and it only added character to his penis. He had a beautiful cock, well proportioned in both length and width. Perfect, if she had to describe it with one word. He was now fisting himself in one hand and it only made her center pulse faster and grew wetter.
Olivia straddled him in one fluid motion, careful to not sit directly on his shaft. She looked him in the eyes; brown orbs meeting blue gray ones. His eyes always grew stormy when he was aroused. She held his face in her small hands tilting it backwards, exposing his neck. Her tongue darted out and she licked from the base of his neck to his Adams apple, where she settled for a few seconds twirling around the bulge.
Fitz groaned, taking a handful of her ass in his hand and squeezing tightly, almost to the point of pain. That was the kind of motivation Olivia needed and began rocking her center against the base of his cock, creating a delicious friction for her clit. She moaned at the pleasure coursing through the stiffening bud, enjoying every second of it.
They finally fused their lips in a frantic kiss, sloppy and wet. Fitz could taste the ginger on her tongue as he sucked on it. The more they kissed the more their hips grind against each other. When they'd had their fill of "foreplay" and was feeling like they were one second from exploding, Fitz position Liv to kneel in the couch with her hands resting on the backrest. He got up and settled himself behind her but before connecting their bodies he bent down and licked her pussy from the front all the way to the back, eating her out until he felt her walls quaking around his tongue. At that sign he pulled back completely and impaled her in one swift motion.
She yelled out at the sudden intrusion and Fitz wrapped a hand around her mouth to keep her from being so loud. It wasn't the time or the place for her to get too loud. The other hand held onto her waist, controlling the pace in which they were moving. She felt so good around him, he could feel her getting close and he slammed faster into her in order to bring her closer to her climax. Despite of the cool air their skins were both hot causing sweat to excrete from their pores.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Fitz growled, when he moved his hand from her mouth and settled it between her legs.
"Fitz…ohmyfuckingooo…" she muttered unintelligibly. He was now playing with her swollen clit and it was maddening to her. She needed more so she began riding his hand while simultaneously pushing back on his cock.
"That's it baby…" Fitz encouraged, picking up his pace even more. The sound of his balls slapping against the outside of her pussy was hypnotizing, pushing him to the edge of his precipice.
From his increased pace and the erotic touch of his fingers Olivia was almost there, the heat was already warming her belly deliciously and the sensation was intensifying. She was right there, in a place where you felt the complete calm before the storm. Her eyes closed tightly and her mouth opened in a perfect O as the most guttural sound exploded from her lips as she came, her body shuddered against him as her walls milked him, holding him captive – demanding his release as well. And he did, ejaculating his seed into her. His grip tightened on her waist, sure to leave fingermarks, as he came with a deep grunt of her name. Their orgasms lasted a few seconds and when it was over they didn't immediately pull apart.
Eventually, Fitz pulled out of her and stood fully to his feet but Olivia didn't, she stayed bent over the couch, too tired to move. Fitz smirked proudly at her wearied body and was going to assist her up but her words stopped him.
"I'll do it, " was all she said and he felt like the luckiest man alive.
Four Months Later
"FG3 and Olivia don't really care about being a role model couple or living a fairy tale love – that's just a cliché. They'd rather live a life of sin like Bonnie and Clyde."
"The "hero love" saving the day is a popular film trope ingrained in the psyche of pop culture. The idea that a perfect man will come along and sweep the woman off her feet, shower her with riches, and live happily ever after. "Olivia claims this is an unrealistic situation. Ironically, to the rest of the world, their relationship seems almost perfect. This is a rare glimpse out of their eyes."
Their Bonnie & Clyde inspired music video took the world by storm, starring 8 celebrities in cameos. It was total badass; a different side to both of them but it somehow fitted them perfectly – as though in another life this could've been their reality. A bank-robbing duo that rode day and night for each other. The cinematography for the short film, as it was now being dubbed rather than simply a music video, was impeccable.
The "RUN" video was dropped as a preview for what was to come on their joint tour and it shook the music world. Tickets were being sold out within minutes, and to accommodate their fans they had to add extra days for more shows in some cities. It was hard work, and in between the hard work they got to enjoy each other, exploring new places and strengthening their relationship both professional and private. Working so closely together for such a long period of time had them nervous at the beginning because of their explosive personalities, but surprisingly they worked well together.
It was their last concert, they stood on stage in front of a sold out crowd in Paris, as the video of their latest song began showing graphically in the background.
When Olivia began singing the intro to their final song of the night the crowd went wild, causing goosebumps to form on their skin.
Olivia was dressed in a white romper that stopped right underneath her butt, paired with sheer tights matching her skin tone. The neckline for the romper was deep, almost stopping at her navel, showing off a glimpse of her angel wing tattoo. On her feet she wore sky-high knee-length black boots with platinum accessories. Her make up was very edgy, including a very deep shade lipstick that almost looked black in color. To finish off her look her hair was up in a ponytail with a 22-inch wavy extension.
She made her way to Fitz, holding up her left hand in front of her while the right one held the dazzling microphone. She sang…
Who wants that perfect love story anyway, anyway?
Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché
Who wants that hero love that saves the day, anyway?
Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché
When she was standing directly in front of Fitz she cupped his chin tenderly and the crowd went wild. They loved seeing a couple in love perform together.
What about the bad guy goes good, yeah?
An innocent love I'm misunderstood, yeah?
Black hourglass, our glass
Toast to clichés in a dark past
Toast to clichés in a dark past
Olivia let her hand fall as Fitz's turn to sing came. The black leather hat he wore he flipped the bill around to the back just as he started rapping.
Boy meets girl, girl perfect woman
Girl get to bustin' before the cops come running
Chuck the deuces, chugging D'usse ugh
Fuck what you say, boys in blue say
Olivia was at the side of him dancing and he turned to face her and the two started dancing with each other but not too closely. Fitz held her left hand and lifted it above her head as she continued dancing, swaying her hips from side to side. It was now her turn to sing and she did.
I don't care if we on the run
Baby as long I'm next to you
And if loving you is a crime
Tell me why do I bring out the best in you
Olivia locked eyes with Fitz as she sang the lyrics, meaning every word of it. The stage lights flashed around them creating the perfect backdrop for their performance.
I hear sirens while we make love
Loud as hell, but they don't know
They're nowhere near us
I will hold your heart and your gun – she placed her hand on his chest as she sang that line.
I don't care if they come, noooo
I know it's crazy but
Fitz nodded his head in time to the music as she sang, believing her words. God… he loved this woman.
They can take me
Now that I found the places that you take me
Without you I got nothing to lose
It was Fitz' turn to sing and Olivia did him the honor by rapping along with him. The crowd went wild when Fitz stopped singing altogether and Olivia carried out his verse for him. He simply stood there looking on proudly at his woman. He was sure in that moment that there was no one else for him. No one could complement him like she does.
I'm an outlaw, got an outlaw chick – at this part he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, moving them in time with the music.
Bumping 2Pac, on my outlaw shit
Matching tatts, this Ink don't come off
Even if rings come off, if things ring off – they smiled intimately at this part, as it was very special to them.
My nails get dirty, my past ain't pretty
My lady is, my Mercedes is
My fiancée harder than a lot of you haters
Keep it 100, hit the lottery haters
You ain't about that life ain't gotta lie to me, haters
You know it's till the death, I hope it's obvi to haters
As Fitz rapped the next verse Olivia was acting it out, which only fueled the crowd's fanatical energy.
Cross the line, speak about mine
I'mma wave this Tec, I'm a geek about mine
Touch me where my rib at, I click clack – she did the trigger finger with her index and middle fingers at the same time he sang this.
Push your mothafuckin' wig back, I did that
I been wilding since a juvi, she was a good girl
'til she knew me, now she is in the drop bustin' Uey's, screaming
Olivia was having too much fun as she performed, singing the hook to the song after his verse ended. She was on a whole new high as she danced around him on him; it didn't matter. It was their stage to do as they pleased.
The music slowed down a little as Fitz leaned his forehead on hers as he rapped slowly, his deep voice coming through the speakers.
Deeper than words, beyond right
Die for your love, beyond life
Sweet as a Jesus piece, beyond ice
Blind me baby with your neon lights
Ray Bans on, police in sight
Oh, what a beautiful death, let's both wear white
If you go to heaven and they bring me to hell
Just sneak out and meet me, bring a box of L's
Even though they were performing in front of thousands of people it was as though it was just the two of them singing to each other – confessing their love for each other intimately.
She fell in love with the bad guy, the bad guy
What you doing with them rap guys, them rap guys
They ain't see potential in me girl, but you see it
If it's me and you against the world, then so be it
And that was the truth; it was they against the world. Olivia continued looking in his eyes as she sang her part.
I don't care if they give me life
I get all of my life from you
And if loving you had a price
I would pay my life for you
She would gave and do anything for him, which might not necessarily be the best things at times but it was her truth.
As the song slowly died down Olivia sang the outro, ending their performance on a high note.
I don't care I'll never give it up
No I swear I'll never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
(Without you I got nothing to lose)
They ended in the center of the large stage kissing chastely before settling into a casual embrace, giggling into each other's face as the crowd roared.
"We love you Paris!" Olivia crooned into her mic.
And Fitz did the same but in French, "Ll vous aime Paris!"
The concert ended with the thunderous echoes of thousands of voices. The couple looked on proudly at the sea of illuminated cellphones raised in the air, reveling in the euphoric sensation. The moment was surely one of a kind, unique from the concerts they previously hosted. They turned to each other both wearing face splitting grins, and kissed again before bowing gracefully. Hand in hand they made their exit.
AN: The song is On the Run or Run by Jay-Z and Beyoncé. I absolutely love this song and the video so much… It inspired me to write this chapter after hearing it this morning on the radio. And, of course, I had to modify Jay's use of the word "nigga" since Fitz can't say it so the rap lyrics is slightly different than the original version. Can't have my Fitzy being problematic now… He knows his place. LOL. I really enjoy writing this very out of character version of them and I hope you enjoyed it as well.
Review and let me know what's your favorite parts, would appreciate it. Thanks.
XOXO