A/N: Thanks for all of your feedback. It's really interesting to hear your frustrations with Fitz being so open to Olivia. I hear you, believe me, but I'm trying to keep this as true to their characters as I can and they're both flawed; Olivia repeatedly hurts Fitz and Fitz is a fool for her. I could never truly understand why Olivia left Fitz in his darkest moment, especially with Jake, so I wanted to try to work through some of that with this story (even altering the truth and taking it to the extreme of Olivia not coming back for over 4 years). They still have a lot to work through and despite the following chapter they're not immediately going to snap back to how they were - Olivia has to earn him. I hope you stick with this, even with your frustrations! Also, from now on it's going to be rated M, for obvious reasons.


Kissing Fitz is like breathing. Olivia falls back into it so effortlessly; she almost can't believe she's survived so long without his lips on hers, his big hands splayed out across her hips, holding her against him. It's so easy, so comfortable – nothing in her life has ever felt more right than this.

But still, she's hesitant. As much as she wants to let herself melt into him, she's allowing him to take the lead. She's painfully aware that at any moment he can break away, tell her this is nothing more than a mistake and that he doesn't want her anymore. Almost immediately as that thought crosses her mind, he pulls back and her heart falters.

"Do you… Do you still… Want me?" Fitz stammers out, breathless.

"Oh Fitz…" Olivia exhales his name softly. She can see he is battling with his own similar insecurities, not wanting to push her if she no longer desires him; if it's possible, it makes her want him more.

She wastes no time in recapturing his lips with hers, kissing him without reservation as if to prove a point and she's overjoyed when he reciprocates it with unbridled passion. A low moan escapes her throat at the first brush of his tongue against hers and she buries her hands in his hair, threading her fingers in his soft curls.

Her head tilts back as her lips part in a shallow gasp when his hands move from their conservative position on her hips to grab her ass, squeezing her with possessive fervor. He takes it as the perfect opportunity to line her throat with kisses, sucking hard at her pulse point until her eyes flutter to a close and she stifles a whimper, biting her bottom lip.

"God, I need you," Fitz growls against the side of her neck, softly grazing her delicate skin with his teeth.

Olivia tugs gently at his hair until he takes the hint and lifts his head. She's met with his intense stare; she's sure he can see just how turned on and hungry for his touch she is, her body aches for him.

"I'm yours." She declares as she struggles to catch her breath.

Without saying another word, he takes her hand and quickly drags her out of the room and down the stairs. He walks in strides so big that she struggles to keep up with him.

"Fitz, where are we going?"

He doesn't respond. She gets her answer when he pulls open the door to a bedroom. When she steps past him he releases his grip on her hand and watches silently as she takes in the space. Her fingertips dance over the smooth mahogany furniture before settling on the mantelpiece above the empty fireplace.

"I had it added to the plans for the house after you visited," Fitz explains quietly, a faint smile touching his lips at the memory. "After that night, I decided we should absolutely make love in front of a fire more often… Livvie, this was supposed to be our room." He watches her shoulders tremble as she inhales a deep breath and continues, "When I moved in I tried to sleep in here, to make it mine but…"

Olivia turns to face him and there are fresh tears shimmering in her eyes.

"I couldn't without you. It was ours." Beneath the layers of sadness in his statement, there's something else. Hope.

She takes a step towards him but he's already ahead of her, closing the distance between them. His lips are on hers again, kissing her so deeply it makes her knees weak. He feels her body tremble against his and tightens the hold he has on her as he blindly steps back until his legs touch the edge of the bed. Before she has a chance to get her bearings, he pins her beneath him on the mattress.

She buried her hands in his hair, twisting the soft curls between her fingers. A soft moan sounds from her throat when she feels him grinding his hips down and his hardening erection presses against the inside of her thigh. He fumbles to unzip her jeans and she helps him tug them down over her hips, kicking them off. His deep kisses slow as he pulls back, reaching for the hem of her top.

"W-wait…" Olivia stutters, immediately coming out of her haze of desire. Until now she's forgotten about the bruises across her body, where her ribs had been broken in the accident and she suddenly feels self-conscious about him seeing her look so vulnerable.

"What's wrong?" Fitz asks with unrelenting concern as she props herself up on her elbows.

"I just… I don't want you to see me like this, all broken and bruised." Her eyes are downcast. "I'm… embarrassed."

He exhales a sigh, gently shaking his head. "The accident wasn't your fault. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Liv."

"Are you sure?" She asks and her breath catches when she feels his fingertips stroking over her hips, teasing the soft skin there.

Fitz only nods and kneels between Olivia's thighs as he lifts the blouse over her head. When he takes a moment to examine her dark bruises, she swallows hard under the weight of his gaze. His hand ghosts over her ribcage and then he leans down, tracing featherlight kisses across the blotches of deep purple. And that's when Olivia realizes he's kissing her better.

When he reached her hips, he hears a tiny gasp and looks up to find her eyes have darkened with desire. She watches the most devilish grin tug at the corners of his lips as he crawls back on top of her to claim her lips with a hungry kiss. Her hands move restlessly, pulling at his sweater; the need to feel his bare skin again is too much, she's missed the sensation of his body pressed against hers more than anything. Eventually, he tears himself away from her and strips out of his clothes, taking great pleasure in the undeniable effect he still has on her, watching as she absentmindedly draws her bottom lip between her teeth at the sight of his naked body. He settles between her thighs and when he reaches behind to unhook her bra, tossing it aside carelessly, she arches her back with an audible sigh.

Olivia is silenced immediately as Fitz closes his mouth around her hardened nipple, swirling his tongue over it. His other hand skims its way up her body and cups her other breast, squeezing it and he brushes his thumb over her nipple, then he switches over, lavishing it with equal attention. The breathy moans escaping her lips only intensify his need to satisfy her. He slides down her body and hooks his fingers under the waistband of her lace thong, stripping her of the last remaining barrier of clothing between them.

"I need you, Fitz." Her voice is hot and heavy with seduction. His breath tingles against her inner thigh and her hips shift impatiently. "Please."

He lifts his brows and a dark smirk curves his lips. "Not yet."

Olivia stifles a whine of impatience as Fitz lifts her legs around his shoulders. Her eyes flutters to a close at the first rasp of his teeth against the inside of her thigh. He sucks and nibbles at her silky skin, driving her wild; she threads her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp softly with her nails. He dips the tip of his tongue at her opening for a brief moment and a low groan sounds from his throat as he tastes her, feeling how wet she is already.

As tempting as it is to devour her, he refuses to give in; he wants to tease her until she can't take it anymore. He runs his tongue up and down between her folds, deliberately avoiding her clit every time. His pace is torturously slow and she clenches her teeth together, silently hoping he'll stop tormenting her and give her the release she aches for. When her hips arch involuntarily off the bed, he pins her back down. Keeping her thighs pressed firmly in place on the mattress, he continues to work her into a frenzy. He brushes the tip of his tongue over her clit with a feather-light touch that is only meant to tantalize her, but he hears her breath hitch and feels his cock stiffen against the sheets below him.

Fitz could easily coax an orgasm out of her this way, with his tongue alone, but right now he needs to feel her. Thankfully the feeling is mutual; Olivia pushes her legs wide apart and gently draws him up to her lips. Her hand slips between them and she curls her fingers around his erection, smoothing precum down his length as she strokes him, kissing with such intense passion it makes his head spin and he finds it hard to breathe.

"Fitz…" She exhales breathlessly, nipping softly at his bottom lip. "I'm not on birth control… Do you have any condoms?"

"Mmm." He hums into her mouth, continuing to kiss her until he can finally bring himself to break away.

As he leans over to the nightstand, she can't help but wonder how long he's had the drawer stocked and if he's ever had another woman in this bed with him. He must be able to see that her thoughts had drifted elsewhere because he lifts her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his.

"Hey, where did you go?" Fitz's voice is soft and full of concern.

"Sorry, I'm right here." Olivia forces a smile that doesn't quite meet her eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He caresses his thumb over her cheekbone. He hadn't called her 'baby' for the longest time and it makes her heart race faster.

"It's nothing, I shouldn't –" She trails off and drops her gaze from his, afraid to let him see the vulnerability in her eyes. "I just couldn't help but think you might've had someone else in here with you. I know I have no right to be jealous but…"

He cuts her off, sealing her lips with a tender kiss then presses his forehead against hers. "Never. Only you."

Her hands slide into his hair as she melts into him, tilting her head up to kiss him sensuously. She's vaguely aware of him fumbling to tear a condom out of its wrapper, and then he rolls it down his stiff length and guides himself to the wetness pooling between her thighs.

At the first push of his cock inside of her tight opening, she lets out a shuddering breath of air she didn't know she'd been holding. "Can we take it slow, Fitz? It's been a while…"

"Yeah…" He agrees in a low, breathy voice that makes her pulse quicken. He inhales deeply and nods as she braces herself against him, gripping onto his shoulders. "Okay."

Inch by inch, Fitz feels the heat of Olivia's body clenching around him. A low, drawn-out moan sounds from her throat when he's buried deep inside her. She feels him begin to pull his hips back, slowly easing his cock out as he kisses her throat, sucking and nipping at the delicate skin there.

"C'mon Livvie, relax." He sighs, his breath fanning over her hot skin. When he pushes himself back inside her a little deeper than before, she arches her body beneath him and exhales out deeply. "Does that feel good?"

"Mmm, so good," She whispers, unable to hide the way her body trembles with need; her eyes are almost black when they met Fitz's, dilated with an all-consuming hunger for nothing but him. "Don't stop... Please."

Fitz half smirks then answers Olivia's request with a well-aimed thrust at her g-spot and she inhales a sharp gasp, eyes rolling back into her head. In the years they'd spent apart, on lonely nights her thoughts had always drifted back to times when they were together like this. She's quickly realizing that her memory hasn't exactly been serving her well enough because nothing she'd ever imagined compares to how much better the reality was. She used to think Fitz was perfectly designed for her; his mind, body and soul were so in tune with her and her needs that the idea that it was coincidental seemed ridiculous. It crosses her mind – as he makes love to her gently, hitting that sweet spot inside of her with every roll of his hips – that that has never been more true than right now.

When Olivia feels Fitz pull out and his hands reach for her waist, pulling her to sit up in his lap as he changes positions, she hisses between her teeth and flinches instinctively at the pain of pressure being applied to her bruises beneath Fitz's fingertips.

"Fuck – am I hurting you?" His eyes were wide with alarmed concern.

She shakes her head softly. "It's… It's fine."

"I did hurt you though, didn't I?" Fitz's words have a new, deeper meaning. He tilts Olivia's chin up with the tips of his fingers, locking his gaze on her.

"Yeah…" Olivia murmurs as Fitz brushes his thumb over her bottom lip. Tears shine in her eyes. "But it's okay. I hurt you too."

"I'm sorry, baby." He leans down, pressing his lips to hers over and over, kissing her with intent. "I'm so… so… sorry."

Olivia can't stand to hear the guilt in Fitz's voice and she holds him closer, curling her legs around his hips and pressing her chest to his. The words die on his lips as she kisses him back with everything she has and he pulls her deeper into his lap to push himself back inside of her. He's trying to move slow and make it last, but the way she's lifting her hips and rocking them against his with every thrust is making it impossible to hold back. He feels her thighs quivering when the head of his cock presses against her g-spot again and she arches her back, biting hard on her bottom lip to suppress a needy whine.

"Want me to – ah, fuck – touch you?" Fitz exhales huskily between low moans, feeling her body tightening around him.

"Oh god, please." Olivia begs, eyes fluttering to a close as his hand slips between them, immediately finding her clit and circling it with his fingertips, trying to match their rhythm.

He dips his head to line her exposed throat with hot kisses. She drags her nails down his spine and he sinks his teeth into the side of her neck, muffling a loud groan as he feels his orgasm nearing.

"Oh Fitz… Fuck." She whimpers, pushing her hips down against him, desperately taking as much of him as she can; clearly she isn't going to last much longer either.

Fitz claims Olivia's open mouth, swallowing her feverish gasps and moans. Every inch of her body squeezes tighter around him as he rocks up into her faster, groaning loudly against her lips. When her head falls back and she begins to unravel, a near scream vibrates from her lips and he watches her fall apart; it's the most beautiful vision he's ever had the pleasure of seeing and one he'll never tire of, even years later. He can't hold off any longer and comes with a broken cry, digging his fingers into her hips.

Fitz pauses for a beat to catch his breath, pressing his lips to Olivia's one last time in a soft kiss. He gently leans her back and eased his length out of her slowly, eliciting a soft whimper from her throat at how oversensitive she is. He stumbles into the bathroom for a moment and when he returns to the bed, having disposed of the used condom and cleaned himself up, her eyes are half lidded and her breathing is steadying as the aftershocks of her intense orgasm pass. He reclaims his spot beside her and she curls into his side; her hand slides over the contours of his chest before settling on his collarbone. As he turns his head he's met with her warm brown eyes, already staring back at him.

"Hi."

Fitz can see the way Olivia falters for a second, then a heart-stopping smile spreads across her face as she responds in kind, "Hi."