CHAPTER 6

dreams and realities

"Oh my god," a moan escaped Olivia's throat as her back arched lightly. Her legs spread widely on the bed as her wife's skillful tongue played with her core.

Adnan's arms hooked around her smooth thighs bringing her closer while her warm tongue darted around her clit, catching every drop of sweet nectar as it poured from her wife's trembling body. She feasted on Liv's nectar, licking, sucking and nibbling all over. Head bobbing between her thighs, working back and forth against her slick walls.

The pleasure she was feeling was overwhelming. Her heart was pounding faster and faster and sweat drops started to form on her forehead. Liv had her head thrown back with her eyes closed, all her feelings intensified.

She didn't remember Adnan being this good at oral sex. Sure, they had always had good sex, satisfying enough, but this head she was receiving was earth-shattering. "Had she been practicing without me?" Liv wondered.

Before she could duel into the thought anymore, a subtle nibble on her clit interrupted her thoughts, making her focus solely on the satisfaction she was feeling. Another moan, louder, ripped through Olivia's chest and the tightening on the pit of her stomach started to make its familiar presence known, making her toes curl. Adnan's mouth clasped onto her core, sucking hard and long. Liv arched away from her, her legs shaking, her body trembling as she scooted back up the bed.

Out of mere instinct and noticing the lack of air in her lungs, Olivia gasped, inhaling deeply. The pleasure was making her moans get caught in her throat. She needed to hold onto something, anything, or she was sure she was going to fly out of the bed. Her hands snaked down her body to grab her wife's mass of black flat hair.

But to her surprise when her hands made contact with the head between her legs, her eyes snapped open at the feeling of curls.

Looking down her body she saw Fitz's caramel locks between her fingers and his grey-blue eyes staring directly at her, boring into her soul. The pleasure wasn't stopping and she wasn't pushing him either. She was so close, how could she push away this glorious feeling?

His hands grabbed her thighs, holding her body in place while his tongue swam in her depths. Zigzagging around her clit, licking her with so much force, he left no part unexplored.

Before she realized, she was chanting his name, begging him to let her cum. She was so close, so wet, all that was needed was one more flick of his tongue.

"Livia?"

Adnan's groggy voice snapped her back to the real world.

"Livia, are you okay?" Adnan mumbled again as she lightly shook Olivia, "you're moving way too much, was it a nightmare again?"

If you only knew.

"Yes," Olivia lied, taking a deep breath.

"Mmmh I'm sorry Livia, just go drink some water and go back to sleep," Adnan said, clearly bothered that she hadn't been able to sleep well thanks to her wife's bad dreams.

This was her fourth night, fourth, having wet dreams about him. With sweat on her forehead, a pair of flustered cheeks and a completely messed up underwear, she got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom to take a cold shower. This had become her midnight routine since that day in therapy.

After their last session, Dr. Thompson ended it by explaining how they were going to proceed during their next appointments, telling them that, even though they looked like an odd group, she had selected them specifically because she noticed in their preliminary meetings that each couple still had hope and weren't completely lost causes, and even if they still had things to work on, they also had things to work with.

Dr. Thompson planned to have a personal session per week and two group sessions per month.

After the therapist cleared everything, they finally walked out and Olivia all but ran out of there grasping Adnan's hand. She couldn't be close to him one second more.

That Tuesday night, the dreams started. It was now Friday night and she was already so tired from waking up every night, thanks to him.

A quick cold shower and change of underwear later she was tucked back in bed with her wife, trying to ease her mind so she could finally sleep.

-x-

A few blocks away, in a popular bar in the neighborhood, Fitz was sipping his glass of scotch with a far look, lost in thought. He sat on a table in a corner, a Scotch bottle and his thoughts.

This was a big mess. Everything was a big mess. He was crushing on a woman he had met twice and wanted nothing to do with him. A lesbian that clearly had no feelings for him nor anyone from his gender.

On top of everything, he had to keep seeing her twice a month in therapy. How was he supposed to fix his marriage if just in the first session he couldn't focus on anything but a woman that wasn't his wife?

He still saw her everywhere, day and night. Inwardly, he looked for her. Every time he saw a petite woman with black hair his heart started to beat a mile per second, his palms started to sweat and his breath hitched, thinking he would get to see her again on the street casually.

The nights weren't too different, her brown eyes haunted him, that stare that they shared for just a few seconds dominating his dreams and making him wake up on the late night searching for her to be on the other side of his bed.

For some reason, he couldn't shake her out of his mind and it was starting to get annoying. Well, not really, he was delighted having her image in his mind accompanying him everywhere, but a part of him kept telling him that it was a creepy move to always be thinking about a person that clearly didn't want him.

Because it was clear, she didn't want him, right?

Fitz sipped his drink still lost in thought until fingers snapping in front of his eyes brought him back to reality.

"Earth to Fitz!" he heard.

"Huh?"

"Man, have you been listening what I've been telling you for the past twenty minutes?" Stephen said, more on the verge of laughter due to his friend's face. Fitz had totally forgotten about Stephen.

"Listening to what?" Fitz answered, his voice confused and a frown on his forehead complementing his tone.

"I was telling you about the case with these two women filling the divorce, you know they had this… Fitz? Are you okay?" Stephen asked noticing how his friend was zoning out again.

Stephen and Fitz met back their early days in law school when they had to make a team project for their criminal law class, and ever since then, they had been inseparable. Even when Stephen decided to change his course to Family Law and Fitz went with Litigation, they still kept their friendship intact. They quickly became best friends and had managed to remain that way for the past twenty years. His friendship with Stephen had been more stable than his marriage.

With them working at the same law firm their friendship had strengthened and now they were more brothers than just friends. They had become family.

"Yeah, yeah, so the divorce what?" Fitz said, trying to dissipate the shoot of questions that was coming from Stephen.

Stephen eyed Fitz cautiously, knowing that something was up with him. "No, fuck the case, what is going on with you?"

"Let it go Finch," he answered not looking away from his now empty glass.

"Let go, of what exactly?"

"Nothing, I'm heading back home now, it's almost midnight," Fitz said as he stood up.

Stephen sat there just looking at him, not believing for a second that he was going back home before midnight on a Friday.

Fitz took his jacket from the back of the chair where he was sitting and eyed Stephen. "Night, man."

While he was taking out his wallet to put a bill on the table Stephen let out a heartful laugh. "Cut the crap Fitz," he said still laughing, "Sit the fuck down and tell me what the hell is bothering you."

"We're not high school girls, Stephen."

"Shut up, you know I'm like your brother, just tell me," Stephen said pouring two fingers of the scotch bottle they had on the table on Fitz's glass and offering it to him.

With a sigh, Fitz dropped his suit jacket back on the back of his chair and sitting again.

"Okay, but you won't interrupt me while I'm talking, and save your comments for the end," he said seriously, his voice revealing how solemn and significant was whatever he was going to reveal.

After a slow nod from Stephen, Fitz began.

"There's this girl, well she's not a girl, she's a woman- a whole woman might I add- well there's this woman that I met on a plane some months ago, and it's... it's weird Stephen, I've only met her that time and she had been haunting my life since then, not physically though, in my head. It's like her image refuses to leave my mind, and I don't want to stop thinking about her either. And on top of everything she's in the same therapy group I'm going to with Mellie and it's driving me insane, I can't stop thinking about her. I feel like a creep thinking about someone else like this when she doesn't have a hint of everything that is going through my mind. And she's beautiful, man, I'm telling you she's gorgeous, but I just can't help but feel wrong about this not feeling wrong. I feel like I'm in High School all over again crushing over some girl."

Fitz wasn't sure that he had made any sense, but as he let everything out that was on his mind, he felt like a bag full of rocks lifted from his back. With one hand massaging his forehead and the other on his tumbler he lifted his gaze waiting for Stephen to tell him something.

"Well, try to change the therapist, isn't that the obvious?" Stephen said trying to process all the information that his friend just gave him while he sipped his drink.

"Stephen, man you're not listening, the problem is not only that I'm going to see her every day, but it's also that even if I don't actually see her in real life, she lives in my damn brain all the time."

Sighing, Stephen looks at Fitz and says, "man, you clearly have a crush on this girl, but since you're trying to make things work with The Ice Queen and I guess your crush is trying to repair her marriage as well, try to distance yourself far as possible from her as you can. You can change therapists, and you know time heals everything or whatever so you might get over it with time."

Fitz pours more of the amber liquid in his tumbler, already feeling a little numbness from the half bottle they already finished. "Okay then, I will try," he says not really in the mood to discuss that her 'husband' was actually a wife and how it felt like more than just a crush sometimes.

The two men kept drinking and talking about different topics, from some cases to sports, politics, and music. They spent some time together until late hours as they both reached past their limit of sobriety.

-x-

How Fitz got safely to home was a mystery, but he woke up with a dull headache and the worst back pain due to him sleeping on the couch. Sighing, he sat on the couch only to have the world still spinning around him and his headache intensifying.

"You have to go out for aspirin, we ran out of them," Mellie's voice rang from the kitchen as he thought how had he managed to hear her high pitched voice during all these years and not run away.

"Can you go for them? I don't think I can get up," Fitz answered, careful to not raise his voice fearing that his head was going to explode.

Mellie laughed and opened the door to the backyard letting all the light from the day leak into the living room. "Oh no sweetie, you're not twenty anymore you need to stop drinking like that. Go for the aspirin and you might as well buy some things that we ran out of."

With a loud groan and covering his eyes with his forearm, he felt like this hangover was officially killing him. Clearly, he wasn't twenty anymore and maybe, for once in her life, Mellie was right.

After gathering enough strength, Fitz sat on the couch rubbing his temple attempting to make his migraine disappear.

Thirty minutes and a long shower later, Fitz was walking down the aisles of the grocery store with his sunglasses on, trying to shield his eyes from the tormenting sunlight.

With a grocery basket hanging on his hand and a big headache, he dragged his feet around the store looking for the things that his considerate and thoughtful wife sent him to buy along with the aspirin. His entire body ached, his curls were disheveled, the reason why he had on a sun cap, and his mouth and eyes felt like the Sahara desert.

Fitz pulled out his phone from his back pocket to check the list he made as he felt the little hairs from his nape stir. Great, I'm getting shivers now, this is definitely my worst hangover, he thought, sighing.

I already got the aspirin, so orange juice, bacon, pasta, rice, cheese- why do I have to buy all of this? Mellie never cooks anyway.

Annoyed, he put his phone back on its place in his back pocket and lifted his face.

And everything started to move in slow motion.

His palms got sweaty, his breath labored, and suddenly he felt extremely nervous that the back he was seeing just a couple of feet away was, in fact, Olivia's back. He wants to be wrong because he feels completely trashed and, even though his body is no longer aching due to the sudden adrenaline rush, he still hoped to be a little more presentable for the casual meeting that had been happening in his brain for the past week.

His pulse accelerates and his stomach drops as she turns around effectively confirming his suspicions that is the woman that he has been chasing in his dreams.

Her gaze fixates on his and he can't tear his eyes apart from her brown orbs. Everything around becomes a blur and all he can hear is his heart drumming inside his chest.

As he stared into her eyes he noticed a warm look, something new, something he saw back on the plane but not in the therapy session. It was an intense look, not in a bad sense, but he could clearly see that passion in her stare while they dozed off from the real world.

Dreaming, and more in a delusional state, Fitz allowed his mind to go to a place where that warmth in her flawlessly shaped brown doe eyes was because of him; making the corners of his mouth lift a little in a sweet smile.

Something inside him exploded when that little gesture was compensated with a little smile of her own and he felt like a little kid receiving his first kiss.

Those almond eyes were the type of brown that was like sweet chocolate. The chocolate that melts at the slightest bit of the heat from love, or happiness. But, he could see it too, that chocolate could also grow hard from the cold harsh reality, and Fitz couldn't help but question himself about what happened to her.

Finally coming back to his sense his speaks, stammering. "Hi, wha- um what are you doing here?"

Olivia giggles softly and lifts his right forearm where it was hanging a basket full of groceries.

"Grocery shopping. Needed to clear my mind," Liv blurts without a second thought.

Curious about what could be plaguing her mind but not wanting to overstep, he decides to let that go.

"Funny way huh, most girls go shopping for purses and shoes, not eggplants and cucumbers," he says with a chuckle, and when he sees the red on Olivia's cheek rising is that he realizes how bad that sounded.

"Well, I'm not like most girls," she answers, looking firmly at his eyes willing to let pass what could've been taking as a subtle innuendo. Before Fitz has time to answer, Liv catches herself and looks blatantly at his basket. "Aspirin?"

Suddenly, he feels extremely embarrassed to be hangover and his face turns into a crimson red slowly. "Uh yeah, I um- long night"

"Ohhh...who gets drunk at forty Fitzgerald?" Liv says with a hint of teasing in her voice and a full smile.

"Well, excuse me, Miss I'm-still-in-my-twenties," he throws back and both share a laugh.

How their sexual tension disappeared, only to be replaced with joy was beyond both their understanding. Listening to her laugh, he could've sworn there was no sound more beautiful on earth.

How her smile grew wider, how her button nose and eyes scrunched and how that lovely sound emanated from her throat was a whole sight that he wasn't willing to ever forget. And then he realized another image of Olivia that was going to be haunting him forever. Like the song of a siren, it was only drawing him more to her.

And now he was staring. And she was staring back directly at his cerulean orbs.

His eyes were entrancing, captivating, as if you blinked once you could lose the biggest mystery on Earth being revealed. The icy blueness generated a feeling like she was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions, and she definitely couldn't allow that.

She was married. He was married too.

Damn it, Olivia, get it together.

"So," Liv finally says, breaking their gaze and clearing her throat softly after finding her voice, "how's Melody?"

And then the reality hit him. With a dry chuckle and an involuntary eye roll, he decided to answer honestly. For some reason, he felt at ease with her, like he didn't have to pretend to be someone else, like he didn't have to pretend to be a husband completely in love with his wife, like his love life wasn't crumbling to pieces. With her, he could be himself.

"Probably at the nail salon while I'm completely hangover shopping aspirin," he said with a simple shrug.

Another laugh came from Olivia, and if their reality wasn't this bad he could've sworn that her laugh was just making him fall for her. But that wasn't possible because they both were married and she wasn't into men at all.

"So, are you enjoying my misery too?" Fitz asked, as Olivia just smiled nodding her head.

"Yes," she chuckled, teasingly. "She wasn't the one getting you drunk, Fitzgerald, she doesn't have to take care of your hangover, you're a big boy now."

Olivia had to admit she was having so much fun just teasing him in the middle of the hand soaps and sanitizers aisles. Apparently, this was just a twisted way of destiny to make her realize that there was no way of running away from him.

Shopping was one of her ways to just simply disconnect from reality for a moment. When another wild dream with Fitz hit her close to four in the morning she knew she was going to be pulling out her compulsive shopper side and realizing some things were out in the house she decided to go to grocery shopping.

The last thing she thought she was going to do was run into the very thing she was trying to escape. Fate had a funny way of working.

His silly smile and his pinkish cheeks were the cutest sight she had ever seen. She could keep teasing him all day.

"Oh, such a smartass you are huh," he replied chuckling.

"Yup," she said nodding like a little kid making them chuckle again.

Again, there they stood, wearing matching smiles and with no words able to exchange, just their gazes on each other, speaking for themselves. They were in a completely unknown land, both of them, not comprehending this new sensation that warmed their insides and made them want to jump blindly to this fully unexplored territory.

"Do you live close? need a ride?" Fitz offered, breaking their own little bubble again.

"If you want to find out where I live you could just ask," Olivia answered, sounding way more flirty than she intended to.

Fitz's blond, almost unnoticeable, eyebrows raised crinkling his forehead with a shocked expression but a funny smile.

"I was trying to be a gentleman, but since you're such an independent woman how about I invite you for a coffee instead?" Fitz tried again.

He was just trying to buy himself some more time with her. His hangover was forgotten a long time ago. Her laugh had healed him.

"Mister, I'm a married woman, I don't date," again, another teasing line. Damn it, Olivia.

Fitz couldn't help but laugh again, apparently, this girl was full of witty comebacks. "Who said anything about a date? Don't get ahead of yourself."

That melodious sound came out her again, "Oh look, the old man has comebacks!"

"Stop with the old man thing, Liv," he chuckled, "a coffee, with a friend. What do you say?"

Her laugh subsided as she heard him calling her Liv. She had been listening to the endearing nickname her whole life, but never had sounded better than right now coming out from his think pink lips.

A second passed and she realized that she was still staring at his lips. "Uh, yeah, whatever, a coffee with my elder friend." she caught herself, not losing an opportunity to tease him.

"So we are friends," Fitz said with a crooked smile.

"I guess we are," Liv answered as she turned to walk out with him beside her, their hands brushing against each other.

Hi there!

I know, I know, it's been 84 years. I'm sorry, I've been crazy busy lately, I had this written like a month ago but haven't had the time to post it. Also, I was writing the anniversary one shot, if you haven't checked it lol I saw all of you loved it, thank you for your support!

Anyway, this new chapter it's here now and I really hope you enjoy it!

How do you think all of this 'friendship' thing is going to turn out? Plus, some of you asked for a little more detailed sex scene so I tried to deliver LOL!

As always, your thoughts and opinions are super welcome.

Xo, P.