Them

"What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way..."

Wicked Games, Chris Isaak

"I've... missed... you..." Olivia says between kisses.

They're on the couch. They barely made it to the living room. She'd jumped into Fitz's arms the instant he opened the door. Clothes, shoes and bag discharged in the hallway. He's always the one in charged, ready to serve at her pleasure. He's the one so anxious to touch and kiss and be inside of her. But tonight is different. Tonight, she's on fire, ravenous and desperate for him.

She's straddling him and he's trying to keep his hands off her. That was her command. She's rocking against his erection with a slow steady pace. It's been two weeks, far too long for them. She'd never stayed away that long before. Panic seized Fitz's at that though that she would never come back. He wants to ask if it was his fault. He'd promise never to do it again. He's a junkie.

She wants to make it last. Just be there with him. Freeze the feelings that he stirs up within her. Leave behind the heartache and pain. Stay here where she feels like she could love him, if that feeling was still possible for her.

Fitz's hands grip the couch cushions as her naked body grinds against him. She's wet, coaxing him with her desire. He wants to touch her. He needs to pick her up and slide her down onto him...

"Don't." She reads his mind.

Her arms are resting on his shoulder. His head thrown back, eyes closed. Her hands are playing with the ends of his hair, while her lips travel all over his face, over to his ears, down his neck. She's evil. Testing his resolve. He's so hard it's almost painful.

"Fitz," she breathes his name, reaching for his left hand. She brings it between them, down to where they meet.

"Olivia," he groans as she starts to move it over her clit. "Shit." He looks at their joined hands.

She shows him just what she wants, controlling their movement. It's not long before her breathing changes, her mouth falls open, eye shut. She's lost between riding his hand and the sensation of her impending orgasm but Fitz is there. Intently, focused on her pretty face as she comes all over him. He circles her clit a few times helping her ride out her orgasm until she's too sensitive and pulls away.

And he can't... he can't wait. He needs her. He positions himself against her opening. Taking his time to kiss her as he slides into her.

"Fuck… fuck. So good." He says against her mouth. He opens his eyes and looks at her. Her eyes are closed, body trembling. She's so beautiful. They remain still. Her walls tightening all around him making his eyes roll with pleasure.

His hands move to her waist, moving her up and down onto him. She lays her head on his shoulder, breathing him in. Sometimes, her insecurities get the best of her when they're together like this. He knows she needs a moment before she can let go and just feel. She turns her face to his neck, kissing her way up to his mouth. She brings her hands flat against his chest using them as leverage. She fucks him so good, moving just the way he likes it.

He sits back to watch her. His hands traveling up her body, stopping at her breast. His thumbs working over her harden nipples causing her to trip over her pace. He continues to palm one while taking one into his mouth. She's whimpering, begging for him. He's trying to focus on her, to abate his own orgasm as much as possible. His tongue moves from one breast to another, licking and nipping at her.

Her movements are becoming more reckless, pace quickening. Close, so close. He pulls her forward so she's almost completely on him and every time she moves he's brushing against her clit.

"Oh, Fitz. Please." She cries out. He grips her waist moving her over and over and over and over...

"Wait," she begs, taking him in a few more times. She's squeezing and contracting around him, moving her hands purposely over her clit. He doesn't remember who came first but their moans melt together into a symphony of lust and pleasure.

She doesn't want to stop. She's not ready to stop just yet. He slips out of her as she continues to kiss him.

"Liv,"

"Hmm." She takes his lower lip into her mouth sucking on it. Shit, she fucking loves the feeling of him.

"I need a minute."

"Oh." She stops.

They look at each other and smile. Her legs are trembling, barely holding herself up. Bodies glistening with sweat, their fluids slipping out of her, chest heaving in unison. They're a mess, and even though they don't say it they've never felt happier.

"I missed you." She says again.

"I missed you too."

"I want to do that again."

"I want to do that all the time."

"We have all night."

He eyes her bewildered.

"Don't give me that look."

"What happened to your rule?"

"It's not a rule." She rolls her eyes. "Sometimes I have to go." She replies hiding her eyes from him.

"You always have to go."

"I can go right now if you want." She point back towards the door.

He guffaws. "With the way you attacked me at the door I don't think you will."

"It's been a rough two weeks."

"Wanna talk about it?" He was in dangerous territory.

"No. I wanna fuck you again."

"How about we clean up, eat and then fuck?"

"Only if it's pizza and we try out that table of yours."

"Deal."

AN: Decided to bless you guys with another update. This was actually chapter four but I moved somethings around and well here we are. I've actually loved this song since the episode Ross and Rachel slept together on Friends. No joke played it on repeat while writing this. All mistakes are mine. Beta is still away. Hope you enjoyed! XOXO DR