A/N: You guys are so amazing...thank you for reading. Truly. Xo

Chapter 4: OMW

It was close to midnight when Olivia and Fitz made their way down to Monroe's Tavern. It was a hole in the wall but Olivia loved its down to earth atmosphere. That and she knew the owner, a friend of her father's, went out of his way to make certain she could enjoy herself without being hassled.

The streets were semi crowded despite the hour and it was one of the many reasons Olivia loved New York...it truly was 'The city that never sleeps.' Fitz opened the door for her as a large crowd of rowdy patrons were exiting. She felt his arm gently grab her from the wait, pulling her aside and out of the way. It was an innocent touch and to most people it would've simply been a polite gesture but to Olivia it was more.

Way more.

There was something comforting about it. He was comfortable with her body and it turned her on in every way possible. He released his hand immediately when the crowd cleared much to her dismay. She purposely didn't react not wanting him to know what she was feeling. This was all happening so fast...

She saw Monroe near the bar and he immediately came over to greet them.

"Good to see you, honey," he said, kissing her cheek. She reached for his hand and smiled quickly introducing him to Fitz.

Monroe motioned towards the back of the place and Olivia followed his wave. She could feel Fitz's presence behind her. He seemed at ease and she appreciated how natural things felt with him. Once they arrived in the back, Monroe let both of them know a server would be by soon to take their order.

"I see you have a special spot..." Fitz said, pulling the chair out for her to sit down.

"It's quiet back here...Monroe is a family friend. He takes good care of me."

She could feel his eyes on her and watched as he took his sports coat off. The place was a bit warm inside and she was glad she dressed accordingly. She was about to ask about his occupation when a skinny blonde came to their table. Fitz didn't take his eyes off Olivia and it didn't go unnoticed. Once their order was taken, Olivia started the conversation.

"So tell me...what brings you to New York? She leaned back in her chair and smiled.

"My firm is in the running for the rebuild on 5th. It's been a long process but if all goes well, I'm hoping to expand. I've suddenly fallen in love with the east coast.

"Suddenly? You mean you didn't like New York before?" Her voice was teasingly shocked and she unconsciously tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"New York is unique..." He replied. It was obvious he was being careful with his word choice and Olivia wasn't certain what to make of it.

"Where are you from?"

"The Midwest. I was born in a small town near St. Lois." He was about to continue when their waitress returned with their drinks. She watched him stir his glass of bourbon slow before finally taking a drink.

It was beyond sexy to witness.

She took a long sip of Merlot and her tastebuds danced with delight at the contact. His eyes remained on her every move and after a few moments she finally made eye contact with him.

"I think you're incredibly beautiful..." Her face flushed at the comment and she could feel herself blushing.

"Why's a person like yourself single?"

"I could ask you the same thing..." He quickly replied. He stirred his drink again slowly before taking another swallow.

"Is this the time we begin to share all our relationship woes with one other?" She was being slightly sarcastic but Fitz didn't skip a beat.

"You share yours and I'll share mine..." His eyes twinkled and Olivia couldn't help but smile. She wasn't used to men being this fearless. It was different...he was different...and it deeply intrigued her to no end.

"When do you leave?" The question fell off her lips and tasted awful coming out. Fitz stirred his glass again with his hand but didn't take a drink.

"That depends..." He finally replied, eyeing her evenly. An ache surfaced inside and she sipped some more Merlot thinking about his response. The fear of being hurt suddenly washed over her and she couldn't get it out of her mind.

"It's getting late..." She looked at her watch and finished off what was left in her glass.

"Olivia..." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I know we've just met...but I'd really like to see you again."

"I'd like that too," she honestly replied. They stared at one another for some time before Olivia eventually stood. There was more they wanted to say but neither found the courage. It was a lost opportunity and the night was ending way too soon for both of them.

Olivia thanked Monroe goodbye and Fitz shook his hand before leaving. The outside temperature dropped and Olivia crossed her arms, trying to keep herself warm. Suddenly Fitz's sports coat was around her shoulders, his smell covering her body. He walked closely next to her and she could feel his arm brushing against her. His hands were in his pockets and despite wanting to glance at him, she forced herself to look straight ahead. When they finally arrived, Fitz motioned with his head at the parking garage behind him.

"I'm there..." Olivia began to take his coat off when he stopped her, placing one hand over hers.

"Keep it..." Electricity sparked between them and Olivia's eyes locked with his. His hand was warm and slightly callused stirring something deep inside of her once again.

"Where are you staying?" She couldn't stop the words from leaving her mouth.

"The Ritz in Central Park," he replied. He was looking down at her, his hand still on top of hers. Her entire body felt flushed and her pulse raced throughout her veins.

Time slowed when the moment she unconsciously had been thinking about came to fruition. Fitz bent down and softly kissed the corner of her mouth. She closed her eyes at the contact and felt her knees instantly weaken. His cologne was earthy yet subtle, mixing well with the bourbon on his breath.

Confusion set in and she felt caught between what her body desperately wanted and what her mind concluded was best for her. She finally took a step back and cleared her throat before eventually telling him goodnight.

A security office appeared ready to walk Olivia to her car when Fitz eventually turned and headed for the parking garage. She quickly got her things from inside the theater before following the officer to her vehicle. Once inside she turned her car on and retrieved her phone from her purse. She had several missed calls and one voicemail from her mom.

Olivia shifted her car into drive when a chime sounded in the air. Before pressing the gas she glanced down to see a number she didn't recognize. It had an 816 area code and she froze for a split second trying to remember the area code on Fitz's business card. She placed her car back into park and picked her phone up. The text message read:

In Suite 4-B

The room service here is excellent

"Fuck..." She whispered into the air.

The bright light of her phone continued to shine as she read the message over and over again. It was now close to 1am and she wasn't sure how to respond- if at all. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the leather seat behind her trying to decide what to do.

A void she didn't realize she had surfaced and all rationale left. She couldn't explain what she was feeling because she never felt it before. He tilted her entire world on its axis and left her wanting more of him...no other man had ever left her feeling this way.

Until now.

She picked up the phone and read the message once again before finally typing her response:

OMW