A/N: Hey guys. Thanks for the reviews! They excite the hell out of me. I know some of you are a bit in the dark, but, without giving anything away I can say that Fitz and Olivia have had NO CONTACT since her memory loss. This chapter is a M.
Chapter 2: Hi, bright new day
Olivia opens her eyes to the bright light streaming in from the window. She quickly closes them again, blinded by the piercing rays and she groans. Damn you she thinks as she moves her hands to her face, placing them like a cover over her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light. Her eyes move to the alarm clock on the side table. "9:00 am, shit" she mutters under her breath quickly pulling the blankets off her and rushing into the bathroom. If she doesn't leave in the next 15 minutes she'll be late for her meeting and she hated being late. She was never late...it was something she did not tolerate from anyone...but here she was, running late... As she brushes her teeth she thinks back to the dream she had.
This time she was rushing down a hallway. She hears footsteps, someone following her. Rather than being afraid, she has an overwhelming feeling of sadness coursing through her body. She knows this person behind her. She knew he'd follow her just like he always does. She feels him come closer, making his presence known and then she feels him pull her with him into a closet. His lips instantly attached to hers. She feels the longing and the desperation as he's kissing her. Holding onto her face as if for dear life and then she pulls back, and her hand makes contact with his face. She sees him reel back, obviously shocked, and even though she's staring at him she cannot see his face. It is as if her mind is blocking her from the truth, as if it wants to protect her from the past and the reality. All she sees when she looks at him is a morphed face, like smooth clay before you start sculpting, and even though this should scare her it doesn't, because her body responds to him, her body tells her she knows him and she's not afraid of him.
So she moves forward, closes her eyes and feels their lips connect again. She feels him hike up her dress, him tugging down her panties. She feels the wetness between her legs and knows she wants him. She's longed for him and she allows him to have her. She turns around, places her hands next to some electrical wires, and feels him behind her, his one hand slightly pulling up her dress and the other holding her against him as he finally thrusts into her and she feels the bliss of their coming together. She feels his breath and lips on her neck. As they reach their peaks she turns her face to the side, wanting to get a glimpse of him and that's when she woke up.
Frustration makes its presence known again as she moves to her closet, quickly grabbing a pair of pants, top, blazer, heels and signature ring, glad that she owns neutral colours so that everything she wears fit together. Frustration has become like an unwanted yet welcoming friend to her. She's become so used to it, that she almost expects it. But still, even as she stands here putting on her heels, she can still distinctly remember the feel of him inside of her. Of his manhood filling her. Her heart rate speed up and her breathing becomes faster. She also remembers the hurt and it rattles her that those emotions are swirling in her and she doesn't know or really understand why.
She sighs again as she pushes the desire welling up in her to the back of her mind. She focuses on stilling her heart. Sighing as also become part of her repertoire. The unknown was driving her insane. The out of control and uncertainty feelings that were associated with her memory loss made her edgy. She's used to being in control. She wants to know her past. How did she lose 4 years of her life so easily? Sometimes she thinks it is better this way, the not knowing. What if she did something in her past that hurt someone else? What if she was a terrible person and people hated her – not that she really cared what people thought of her. What if she did something so unforgivable that memory loss was her saving grace?
She grabs her handbag and her laptop bag, stuffing the case folder in the front pocket. She's going to have to forgo having breakfast this morning. She was definitely not going to be late for this new client. He was high profile and not from around here, and she wanted to make a good impression. Especially since he was assigned to her by the senior partner in the law firm she was working at. Besides, she knew high profile people generally tended to be very impatient and impatience led to difficult and stubborn people and that was definitely something she wanted to avoid today, especially because of how the dream rattled her. This was going to be a long day she thinks as she gets into the elevator. Apart from meeting her client she also has to meet with her realtor to finalize the details and get her new keys. Despite her frustration and the irrational hurt she was experiencing, she was moving to Washington, the hub of politics, in a month and she could hardly wait to start this new chapter in her life. Just before the doors close in front of her she puts on her mask, hiding her conflicting emotions.
A/N: I know it was short, but the next chapter is longer and is from Fitz's POV. It will she'd more light on things. The sooner you review the sooner I upload a new chapter...so let me know what you think. :) (New update most likely this weekend)