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Melting Magnets

Chapter Two:

Never Really Felt Bad About It

Fitz struggled to open his eyes, vaguely aware of the sun warming his bed and body as it streamed through the tall windows on his left and behind his bed. All hopes that the previous night had been a dream were crushed when he became aware of the hair tickling his chin and the warm, soft body wrapped around his. He kept his eyes closed a moment longer. He wasn't a praying man, but if praying would help him, he sent a short one up asking that the body next to him belonged to his wife. He knew before he opened his eyes, though, that it wasn't Mellie sharing his bed. Their marriage wasn't bad, but it wasn't this. She didn't sleep with her leg tossed haphazardly across his waist, her wet, warm centre causing his groin to stir despite what had happened barely eight hours before.

Opening his eyes, his gaze fell on the still sleeping woman. A slight pout graced her lips and her right hand rested on her shoulder, her manicured nails digging slightly into the flesh there. He tried not to focus on the feel of her breasts crushed into his side. He found her long lashes fascinating; skimming her cheeks without the aid of mascara. She looked almost peaceful, but tousled in a well-fucked manner. The sheet had fallen to her waist, revealing the top of her round, smooth ass.

God, Eli was going to kill him.

She shifted slightly, unintentionally - he hoped, rubbing against him, as the phone began ringing. Yawning, he tossed his hand in the direction of the nightstand, grimacing as he roughly made contact with the wooden corner. Biting his tongue on the string of curse words he was ready to release, he fumbled until he found the slim home phone. Pressing the talk button, he didn't bother to check the caller id. Instead, he was focused on why anyone would call his home number - anyone who actually needed to speak to him knew to call his cell.

"Hello?" His voice was groggy - partly from sleep and partly from the amount of times he had yelled Olivia's name.

"Fitz?" Mellie's voice came across the line, low and hard to hear.

"Hey, honey. How's Ethiopia?" He tried to sound nonchalant, but the irrational part of his brain was waiting for her to ask about fucking Olivia.

"I like it here. It's rustic," her light giggle carried through the phone. Fitz glanced down at the woman in his bed as she began moving, lifting her head and gazing into his eyes with her piercing orbs. He smirked as she grinned up at him, a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Better than here?" He probed, inhaling sharply as Olivia slid down his body, rubbing her soft, velvety skin against his and disappearing under the sheet. He didn't wonder long what she had planned. He had to bite his tongue to keep from cursing when he felt her warm mouth close over his semi-erect penis.

"A little lonelier than there," she laughed, "Why didn't you answer your cell?"

His foggy brain tried to remember why he hadn't answered his cell or why he hadn't heard it ringing, at least. It was hard to think straight buried in Olivia's mouth, her tongue lolling around the top of his head as if it were the best lollipop she had ever tasted. He tried to bring any memory of his phone to mind as he felt himself hardening under her expert ministrations - the woman knew what she was doing. Finally, it hit him. He had left his phone outside by the Jacuzzi when he'd carried Olivia inside. Okay, maybe that story would have to be revised some before he told Mellie.

"I must have forgotten it outside." He almost groaned in disappointment when he felt Olivia remove her mouth from his body. She tossed the sheet over her back, revealing her deliciously nude body to his gaze, and manoeuvred herself until she was on her knees. Tossing a leg over his waist, she rubbed herself against him, coating his erection with her arousal.

"Are you okay?" Mellie's voice called him back to their phone conversation, causing a frown to cross his face. It didn't last for long though when Olivia pointedly looked from their rocking hips to his face. He nodded, absentmindedly reaching for a condom from the nightstand and handing the foil package to the woman above him. Olivia used her teeth to tear the packaging, removing the rubber and reaching between their bodies to roll it over his hard length.

"I'm good." He grimaced at that - his voice had definitely sounded a little too good when he made that statement. He watched as Olivia held a fist to her mouth, keeping her noise to a minimal as she slowly slid down his dick, inch by inch.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" He almost panicked at the question, but realised at the last second that Mellie had sounded amused. Watching as Olivia yanked on his free hand, pulling it up to place on her breast, he asked:

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"It sounds like you're…" he could almost hear the blush in her voice, "having fun. Have you missed me that much?"

He struggled not to laugh. Did she really think he was yanking one out like some horny teenage boy? Olivia helped prevent his laughter - leaning down and placing her full lips over his, sliding her tongue across his lips. His moan was caught in his throat as he opened his mouth to her, allowing her to dive in with her tongue. Yanking his mouth from Olivia's, he answered his wife:

"Sore from my workout. No fun here." Olivia's raised eyebrow almost caused him to laugh, but that didn't last long. Not when she moved her small hands to his large biceps, giving herself leverage to raise her body and slam it back on his with aching speed.

"Are you're you aren't imagining me there…" Mellie trailed and he had to focus his attention on Olivia to prevent the ice-cold effect of his wife attempting to have phone sex.

"Mellie, this isn't your thing. I'm going to go soak for a bit. Maybe that'll help." He realised he had grunted that last part, but Olivia had completely lifted her body from his, rubbing his dick against her slick folds in an agonisingly torturous manner.

"I love you."

"I love you. Bye." He ended the call, tossing the phone on the pillow by his head and moving his hands to Olivia's hips. Shaking his head, he raised himself into a sitting position, his abs screaming at the movement, and quickly flipped them. He laughed when she shook her head, sitting up herself and turning around so she was resting on her knees. She leaned forward, resting most of her weight on her elbows, and offering her ample ass to his view.

"Well?" she wondered, tossing a coy look over her shoulder.

"You are impossible," he chuckled, leaning forward to place a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the nape of her neck and taking his cock in his hand, positioning himself at her entrance. She gasped as he slammed into her, raising one leg so he could place his own weight on his foot and gain better leverage as he pounded into her from behind.

"Don't act so shy," she managed to choke out between moans. He furrowed his brows at that - trying to decide what she meant. He chuckled when it finally hit him. It had been a long time since he had done anything but boring, missionary. Mellie wasn't adventurous. Olivia; however, appeared to be quite the experimenter in the bedroom.

"That's better," she sighed as his hand made contact with her round ass. He bit his lip, focusing on not falling apart so soon when he spared a glance at her, noticing that she had her hand on her full breast, rolling the hard tip between her fingers. Although she had her mouth on his pillow, biting hard on the soft material, her screams were still audible when she shattered around him moments later, her muscles squeezing him hard enough that he found it difficult to move. Leaning forward, he sucked gently on her neck as she rode out her orgasm, screaming his name.

"Better?" he asked, waiting for her to nod before continuing his bruising pace. She buried her face in the pillows, her breathy moans only serving to egg him on. It wasn't long before he stilled his movements, burying his face in her neck and nibbling her over sensitive skin as he came.

Pulling out of her, he slowly rolled off the bed and padded toward the bathroom. Shutting the door behind him, Fitz pitched the condom he had been wearing and rested his hands on the marble wall, sighing deeply. What were they doing?

/

"I hope you don't mind. I made breakfast," Olivia announced when Fitz finally entered his kitchen a half-hour later. He had stood in the shower as long as he could, letting the warm water cascade over his body and, he had hoped, wash away what they had done. It was a short lived hope, though. The first thing that had hit him when he had stepped out of the shower was that, despite the amount of soap he had used, he still smelled like her perfume. The second was that he felt alone without her warm body pressed against his.

"Make yourself at home," he shrugged, biting his tongue on the first comment that had come to mind. Pulling a stool out from the island, he sat down to the plate of scrambled eggs and bacon that she placed before him.

"You didn't have much in your refrigerator." He knew she was trying to apologise and it almost made him laugh. She had just given him the best morning sex he had ever had and had fixed him breakfast. She could have tried to feed him lettuce and he would have been happy.

"This is what I normally have." He dug into his eggs, smiling around a mouthful as if to reassure her. She took the seat beside him, taking small bites of her food, but playing with it for the most part. He sighed, watching her push her eggs around her plate. They were going to have to talk.

"Olivia -"

"Please don't lecture me," she turned toward him, her eyes begging him to remain quiet, "That is all my maman and nounou have ever done."

He nodded, deciding that he didn't like this look on her. He preferred when she was smiling, when she had that twinkle in her eye. "Nounou?"

A small smile crossed her face and she giggled as she asked, "Nanny?"

"I'm not going to lecture you," he titled his head, looking at her through wide, blue eyes, "I do want to know why, though."

"Why?"

"You're half my age. You're my best friend's daughter. You're stunning - you could have any boy you want."

"You're hot," she blushed after she said that, gulping from the glass of water she had placed by her plate before continuing, "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

He nearly choked on his bacon at her question, chewing carefully as he contemplated his answer. He definitely believed in attraction at first sight - he would have to be a fool not to think she was unbelievably sexy. But love? He sighed. He could see himself falling in love with her. Maybe not right away, but there was a lot about her that he found charming and she added excitement to his life that he hadn't had in a long time.

"Do you?"

"I didn't until I saw you in the airport."

"What are we doing, Olivia?" He turned on his stool, placing his left hand on the island, near her plate.

"I don't know," she admitted, chewing on her lip - he noticed that she did that a lot, "But I'd like to find out."

"Me too," he breathed, smiling as she placed her hand over his, hooking her pinky with his. He decided that he needed to come clean, though, "You do know I'm married?"

"You have pictures of the two of you everywhere. And I did some research."

"She's not a bad wife." He wasn't sure why he felt the need to defend Mellie, but he did. It was an odd feeling after having just agreed to this affair or whatever else they were going to call it.

"She's not me," Olivia winked and he found himself smirking. Her confidence was a turn-on. They went back to quietly eating their now lukewarm breakfast. Fitz had a smile glued to his face when she placed her hand on his thigh, keeping it there while they ate.

After, she carried their dishes to the sink and took the time to wash them. He liked how domestic it felt, but didn't have the heart to tell her that there was no need for it - the maid would be there in another hour or two. Watching Olivia, Eli suddenly entered his mind, unbidden. How were they going to sneak this by him? Pursing his lips, Fitz wondered when Eli would be by. Taking one final look at the woman in his kitchen, he headed toward the back deck to retrieve his phone. When he reentered the house, Olivia was reclining on the sofa, her phone to her ear.

"That's okay, papa," Olivia stated, scooting across the sofa to where Fitz had taken a seat and straddling him. He titled his head, his eyes questioning her as she settled into his lap.

"No, no. It's fine. Fitz is a wonderful host," she winked as she made that statement, smirking at him as he brought his hands to her hips. He shook his head - what was she doing to him?

"Oh, well I think he may still be asleep." He managed to tear his hands away from her long enough to grab his phone from the cushion beside them and look at his missed calls. Eli had tried calling him about an hour ago.

"Really? Maybe he thinks I'm still asleep and doesn't want to wake me." Fitz shook his head - of course Eli hadn't bought her lie. He never slept this late.

"I will ask him. Bye, papa." She ended the call and tossed her phone to the side, bending her head to kiss his neck.

"What did Eli want?"

"He wants you to call him. He can't make it until tomorrow." He couldn't quite explain the waves of sadness that fell over him. They wouldn't be able to do this with Eli around.

"Hey, that means you get one whole day to fuck me whenever and wherever," she whispered in his ear.

"You have me addicted," he mumbled, his hips involuntarily bucking forward against her.

"You love it," she giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist as he flipped them over.

/

Earlier that day, Mellie stood in shock, her phone pressed against her ear. The sound of skin slapping against skin and a woman moaning reverberated through her skull. She pulled her phone back, glancing at the screen. She frowned when she saw that the call was still connected - Fitz hadn't ended it like she had thought. The noises coming across the line were really coming from her house. Her heart beat furiously in her chest and she tried to think of a reason, any reason for those noises. Maybe he was watching porn?

"Fitz!"

Or not. She narrowed her eyes - who was the woman screaming her husband's name? Suddenly, she couldn't wait to return stateside.

/

"What's this?" Olivia asked, her hand resting on top of Fitz's as he led her through the sliding glass door, on the deck, and toward a large, fluffy black blanket laying on the wooden planks.

"Well, I don't just fuck gorgeous women," he winked, helping her sit on the blanket before joining her on the deck. He reached for the platter he had brought out earlier, uncovering it and setting it before her.

"You fuck many gorgeous women?"

"Just you." She laughed at that, taking the fork he offered and grabbing a bite of the large chicken burrito that covered the platter, surrounded by guacamole and beans.

"Interesting choice," she gestured toward the food.

"It's my favourite," he shrugged, "Sorry."

"It's good." She leaned forward to kiss him, allowing him to savour the taste of the food that lingered on her lips. He moved a hand to her cheek, revealing in how right being with her felt.

"Is this a date, then?" She questioned when they pulled apart, resting their foreheads against one another.

"Yes." He pulled back to kiss her forehead before grabbing a chip, dipping it in some salsa and chewing quietly. She smiled, grabbing the bottle of wine and two glasses he had set out. She poured them both a glass before returning the wine bottle to the cooler.

"We may be going about this in the wrong order," she giggled, sipping her wine. He laughed - they certainly were going about this wrong.

"What's your favourite colour?" he asked, taking the glass that she had filled for him.

"Orange," she smiled, taking another bite off the platter before her.

"Mine is red."

"Favourite movie?" He sat his wine down and moved toward the platter, taking a bite of the food himself as contemplated his answer, happy that she was willing to play along.

"Night of the Living Dead."

"Horror films? Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban." He grinned at that response. Why didn't it surprise him that she liked Harry Potter?

"Favourite book?"

"Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I was sorted into Slytherin by the way."

"Yikes," he made a face, "Natural enemies, then. I'm in Gryffindor."

"This might not work out," she winked, placing her fork on the platter and moving closer to him. He followed her example, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leaning back, coaxing her to follow until they were lying on the deck, looking up at the sky. They couldn't see the stars - that was a near impossible feat in L.A. Still, he liked how she felt pressed up against him, her head on his shoulder.

"Favourite band?" He continued, watching as she brought a hand to his chest, trailing circles over his shirt.

"The Lumineers."

"The Beatles."

She sat up, placing her hands on either side of his head and leaning down until their lips were barely touching, "We both have incredible taste."

He chuckled at that, placing a hand on the nape of her neck and bring her down to crash her lips against his. They did both have incredible taste.