As soon as Olivia made it back to her Brooklyn Heights apartment, she plugged her dead iPhone into its charger. Only then did it come to life, and she was immediately greeted by notifications of numerous text messages and several voice mail messages. Not in a hurry to read or hear the messages, she made her way to her bathroom. There, she took the time to gaze upon her reflection in mirror. What she saw made her tilt her head to the side due to a small measure of incredulity. Her hair was mussed, and had that "just fucked" look. Her eyes were still bright and glowed with mischief. Her already pouty lips looked plumper and bee stung due to all of Fitz's kisses. Anyone who saw her this morning in the hotel or at the parking garage would have been able to take one look at her and tell that she had to have been a very satisfied woman. Had Olivia spared even 10 seconds to check herself out before leaving as if she were an extra in Mission Impossible, she could have finger combed her hair and splashed water on her face and not have to deal with the embarrassment she now felt knowing that people saw her looking like this.

Oh well. The damage, real or imagined, had already been done. With that sobering thought, Olivia turned her shower on and began to strip. As soon as the hot spray of water hit her, she sighed. She was a fiend for a hot shower. Olivia, whose hair became curly once it was drenched in water, shampooed her hair first and then put on a shower cap after leaving conditioner on her hair. It was only as she began washing her body that she inspected it - and found her body littered with telltale marks from last night. They were all over her: her stomach, breasts, hips, inner thighs and even her ass showed evidence of what happened last night. Olivia's face flushed as she remembered being on her hands and knees with Fitz gripping her waist hard so that he had enough leverage to pound himself into her from behind. The vivid memory had an almost immediate effect on the rest of her body, as her breasts began to feel heavy and her nipples tightened. She felt an insistent throbbing between her legs that taunted her. She almost pleasured herself to the memory of Fitz's skilled ministrations of her body, but stopped herself. Olivia needed to forget what happened last night, and masturbating to those memories would not help her. Quickly Olivia washed herself, also washing away the remnants of Fitz's scent from her body, and then rinsed the conditioner from her hair.

Olivia dried herself and her hair before walking naked into her bedroom. She was about to deposit her dirty clothes into the appropriate containers for washing or dry cleaning as well as find something to put on when she heard her name being called.

"Olivia, are you here? I saw your car, you have to be here," she heard Alex yell.

"Auntie Libbia, where are you?" came the voice of Olivia's nephew, Jamison, who the family called Jamie..

This was the first time Olivia regretted giving her sister an emergency key to her apartment. Olivia hadn't planned on company, didn't want the company. But, she loved her sister and nephew and she would deal with her sister's inevitable prodding into her business for him. She called out to them, letting them know that she would be there in a minute. Olivia hurriedly dumped her dirty clothes into their appropriate bins and put on a long cotton robe. When she finally made her way out of the room and down the short hallway, Olivia found her sister in the kitchen area of the open floor plan apartment making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for her three year old nephew.

"Hi buddy!" Olivia said as she walked over to Jamie, who was seated on a high stool at the breakfast bar. Immediately Jamie held out his chubby arms, motioning for his auntie to pick him up. Olivia had no problem obliging the little boy, who she picked up and spun around, delighting in his laughter. When they stilled, Jamie put his hands on Olivia's cheeks and brought her face down so that he could give her a peck on the lips.

"Auntie Libbia, Mommy said we had to come see you were still alive."

Olivia looked at her sister with raised eyebrow while Alex rolled her eyes at her son. Alex knew better than to say anything crazy in front of her son, who had a penchant for repeating things without regard to how it would embarrass his mother.

"Jamie, come over here and eat your breakfast," Alex said while walking into Olivia's living room. Alex had placed an old quilt on the floor for Jamie to sit on. Jamie sat, and Alex placed a breakfast tray over him. "Ok , Jaime, here's your sandwich, some orange juice and some grapes. And I'll put Doc McStuffins on for you, ok?"

"Ok, mommy, Thank you." Jamie titled his head and pursed his lips, letting his mom know that he wanted a kiss. Alex happily bent down and kissed her son and told him that she and Olivia would be talking in her bedroom.

After that, Alex wasted no time dragging her little sister to Olivia's bedroom. "Ok, little sister, tell me everything!, " Alex commanded, having taken a seat at the foot of Olivia's bed.

"There's nothing to tell Alex." Olivia didn't even want to see the knowing look on her sister's face. But, Olivia knew her sister wouldn't stop. Ever since they were children, Alex was the one who had no conception of a person choosing to keep their own counsel. She was nosy-and always proud of it. It drove Olivia nuts.

"You know I won't leave until you tell me. Oh, I've already let Quinn and Abby know that you aren't dead in a ditch somewhere."

"Alex stop with the dramatics, it's very unnecessary."

"No I won't. The three of us have been calling you, we were worried."

"It's not even 10:00 a.m.! You guys didn't even give me a chance to call any of you." Olivia was really starting to get irritated now, as she didn't enjoy being treated like a child-especially since her sister was only a year older than her.

"Look, I know you hate when people worry about you. I get it. But this was so unlike you, Liv, of course we were more worried than usual."

Olivia thought about that and was better able to understand all of their worry. She sighed and then smiled a small smile at Alex. "Ok, Alex, I get it. As you can see I'm still breathing. Now can you please get out for a few minutes so that I can get dressed."

Alex smiled a knowing smile at Olivia. "Why? You've never been shy of me seeing you naked before. And don't forget, it was fairly recent that you and I went skinny dipping, so you can't blame it on youth."

Olivia frowned. She knew what he sister was up to. While Olivia wasn't free with her nakedness, her sister was an exception. And Olivia knew that Alex knew she was hiding something. Once again Olivia sighed. She walked to her armoire and found a pair of panties and yoga pants, which she hurriedly put on without disrobing.

"You're going to have to take off your robe in order to put a top on," Alex said with an evil grin on her face. "Liv, I know what you're hiding. Does your body look like a road map?"

"You know it does, so I don't even understand why you're teasing me," Olivia said, her voice taking on a slight whine. Alex laughed again and told her sister that since she admitted it, Alex would close her eyes so that she could finish getting dressed. Alex kept her word and when her eyes opened, she saw Olivia standing in front of her in a loose t-shirt. Alex couldn't help it, though, and pointed out a few stray marks near Olivia's color bone, making Olivia blush once more and glare at her sister.

"Ok, Liv, spill! I've never seen you become so enamored with a guy so soon! And it looked like he was just as into you as you were into him if the few bite marks you allowed me to see is any indication."

Olivia couldn't control the small smile that found itself on her face. "Fitz is a good guy. A gentleman."

"I love the name Fitz. It suits him. Is it short for Fitzgerald or Fitzpatrick? Don't tell me it's short for Fitzhugh!"

"I have no idea, it never came up," Olivia said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"What do you mean it never came up? Olivia, did you even tell him your first name?" At Olivia's sheepish look, Alex glared at her. "You're ridiculous, Olivia."

"Well, who's to say that Fitz is his real name?"

"Stop it. Who makes up a name like Fitz?"

"Good point," Olivia agreed with a smile.

"Show me see the rest of the pictures you and Fitz took last night." Olivia walked over to her nightstand and unplugged her iPhone, which had gotten up to a 35% charge. She punched in her pass code and pulled up the Photo app and gave the phone to her sister. She then joined her sister on the bed and rested her head on Alex's shoulder while Alex looked at the photos of her sister and Fitz.

"I left him this morning. Before he woke up." The words were quiet, almost shy.

"Did he hurt you?" Alex asked, already knowing that the answer would be "no", which Olivia immediately confirmed.

"It was too good. It scared me."

At that, Alex laughed. "It's supposed to be good, Liv. I knew Edison wasn't doing it right!" That made Olivia guffaw with laughter of her own.

"I don't mean that way, though Fitz knows what he's doing. He got me to do things I'd never..." Olivia trailed off, blushing. Alex decided not to bother her sister about it, at least not now.

"No. Alex there was something there. The second time we had sex, something passed through us. And he wanted to take me to breakfast this morning. It was too much, I couldn't deal with it."

Alex knew to tread lightly with her sister. Ever since their parents' divorce, Olivia became reticent in forming attachments to people. The fact that she had Quinn and Abby as friends was no small feat. As for dating, it took Olivia a long time to give men chances. Even when Olivia found herself in a relationship, she was never all in and kept a part of herself closed off. The fact that Olivia was scared of Fitz, seemingly scared that this could be something major, told the whole story to Alex. Given the rest of the photos of Olivia and Fitz, Alex could kind of see what her sister was frightened of. If Alex didn't know any better, she'd think that the pair in the photos was a long time couple. Fitz looked enamored with her sister and Olivia looked so alive and happy. The final two photos of the two of them kissing gave way to an intimacy that should have been impossible for a pair that had only met an hour or two before taking the photos.

"Sweetie, maybe he felt the same about you? Olivia, you know that, unlike our parents, if never tell you how to live your life. But, I'm worried about you. You've closed yourself off to so many of life's possibilities. I just want you to be happy," before Olivia could interrupted her, Alex kept going after resting the iPhone on the bed. "Not that you need a relationship to make you happy. But relationships do liven things up a bit and they can add a lot of color and character to your life. Look at me and Jared!" Alex finished, referencing her husband of seven years. They met while they were at school in Rhode Island, where Jared attended Brown University and Alex attended the Rhode Island School of Design. Jared, via the two schools' partnership allowing students to take classes at either schools, met Alex in her arts illustration class when Alex was 20 and Jared was 21. They'd been inseparable ever since.

"You're lucky that you have Jared. The two of you are so well suited for each other. Not everyone gets that lucky - look at our parents. Regardless, it doesn't matter. The odds of me seeing Fitz again are very low. Plus, it'd be embarrassing and awkward to run into a one night stand, don't you think?" asked Olivia, after having picked her head up from her sister's shoulder. Alex saw that Olivia was ready to end the conversation about Fitz, so she just smiled and her sister and gave her a quick pat on the knee.

"We better go see what Jamie is doing. Hopefully he hasn't ruined your living room!" Alex stood up and waited for Olivia to follow her. "When are you going to baby sit for me again, hmmm? Jared and I need a night out and you know Jamie loves his "Auntie Libbia." The pair walked out to find Jamie's plate spotless, his cup empty, and the little boy still engrossed in television.

"As soon as my schedule clears up, I'll be glad to keep him. Jamie, you and I can have a slumber party, how does that sound?"

"Yay! You always let me eat lotsa cookies, Auntie Libbia!" said a grinning Jamie.

Olivia quickly walked over to tickle him. "Jamie! That was our secret!" Olivia exclaimed, laughing at she tickled her nephew. When she finished tickling him, Olivia planted a big noisy kiss on his mouth. "You want to go to the park, little man?" At his affirmative head shake, the trio got all of their stuff together (with Olivia making sure to cover her still damp tresses and scalp) and headed to a nearby park. This way, Olivia got to spend time with the most important members of her family and keep her over active mind off of Fitz.


From the moment she woke up, Olivia knew that she was going to have a crappy day. First of all, it was Monday, and who likes Mondays? Due to forgetting to set her alarm clock and a very vivid dream about she and Fitz's sexual exploits from the weekend, she overslept by almost an hour. While in a hurry to make herself some tea, Olivia knocked over a wine glass in her kitchen and sliced her right index finger on a shard of glass. On top of that, a sick passenger on the train in front of hers cause her train to sit in the tunnel for an additional ten minutes. To say Olivia was in a pissy mood when she finally reached her office was an understatement.

She was lost in thought in her efforts to get settled and catch up on various emails and did not hear the knocking on her door. It wasn't until her secretary, Cynthia, reminded her about her 12:30 p.m. settlement discussion meeting with her client, opposing counsel and their client in an effort to avoid costly and timely litigation of an alleged wrongful and discriminatory termination. It was was 12:15 p.m. and her client's representative was already seated in the conference room. Again, this day couldn't get worse. She had five minutes to quickly refresh herself of the issues and then another few minutes to go over the settlement cap with her client. Olivia was quick and efficient, however, and was able to get this done with two minutes to spare before being notified that her adversary and their client were being brought up to the conference room.

"Mark, everything will be fine. You're general counsel, so you know the deal. Let me take the lead with the discussions and feel them out. They'll probably go away quietly," Olivia said to Mark Ellis, who was seated next to her. Olivia was quite confident in the prediction she gave to Mark, the general counsel of her client Starlight Concessions. Starlight had been a client of the Firm's for a few years, so Mark was quite confident in Olivia's declaration.

"Olivia. Mr. Grant and Ms. Lawson are here," came Cynthia's voice from the room's intercom. Olivia pressed the speak button and told Cynthia to show them in.

"Ready?" Olivia asked Mark, and he nodded in return.

Olivia stood up when she saw the door begin to open and walked toward it. Cynthia came in first. And then Olivia thought she saw a ghost and knew that her day just became infinitely worst when Cynthia introduced Fitzgerald Grant and his client Veronica Lawson. Fitz...her Fitz that she dreamed about stood before her but on the opposite of their legal matter.

I hate Mondays, Olivia thought to herself.


A/N: Shout out to everyone in NYC who has ever gotten stuck in the tunnels due to the dreaded sick passenger. Ugh, they are the worst!

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