His voice made her shiver. It was warm and comforting only by using the nickname that only he called her. After him, it pained her for anyone to say that name. She froze not sure to continue into the apartment or stop and turn to see him. He was standing ten feet away from her but it felt like he was right behind her. He didn't move afraid that if he did she would run. Seconds ticked by and still no one moved. Olivia kept her eyes locked on the key half way in the keyhole. A little bit more and she could turn the lock, run in, and close the door locking him out. She could see his reaction to that in her mind. She could be fast but not fast enough to get away from him.
Fitz had his eyes locked on her. She hadn't changed one bit. Her hair was still the long brown it was before, pulled back the way she liked it. Same height, probably weight, sexy, gorgeous woman he loved years before and still did. Though he hadn't seen her face, he knew she could only be prettier than before. He saw her hand shake holding the key and he wanted to reach out and steady her. Touch her in some way just to feel her. Fitz watched her closely to see any sort of movement as to the way she would go. She could turn and run to him or turn and run away from him. But she did know that either way that she went, he was going after her and not letting go.
The floor was silent with everyone still not being home yet. Most wouldn't arrive until later that night. He could hear her breathe the same as she could him. Ready to make a move, Olivia had to decide quickly. Run or don't run? Don't run or run? She just discussed with Cyrus when the time was right she would face it. She didn't feel like now was the time.
Her snap decision was made. Fast as possible for her, Olivia pushed the key further into the keyhole and turned it. He saw her movement and took one step closer to her. Liv opened the door quickly and went in closing the door behind her, but was too slow for him. Before the door was able to close, Fitz put his foot in the doorway stopping it. He put his hands on the door trying to push it open while Olivia used every muscle she had to close it on him. He got the door open after a minute though Olivia gave it everything she had to keep him out.
Fitz stood in front of her looking at her but she kept her stare to the floor. Hands at his sides, he was ready for her next move. Whatever she was going to do he was ready for.
Olivia looked at her feet, willing them to cooperate to run. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw her bedroom door. If she was quick, she'd be able to make it, close it, and lock it. Either way, she had to risk it. Within a split second she ran to her room but didn't make it.
The second her feet moved, Fitz grabbed her wrist tightly. He held her back with one hand ready to stop her from running anywhere but into him.
She knew she was caught, that there was no way she was getting out of this mess. Liv planted her feet, holding her ground. She knew he wouldn't let go of her left wrist but she still had her right one. Fast, she slapped him across the face.
He knew it was coming. Fitz knew that when she felt trapped, hitting was her go to. He took the hit letting her get it out once.
Again, she slapped him. He took it again. Olivia dealt him several more hits and he took each one. She gave him a slap to the face for each time they slept together four years before. Thirty nine hits he took before taking her wrist and stopping her.
Neither of them said a word as they stared. His eyes locked on her face reading her emotions like a book. She couldn't stand to look at his eyes swearing that would be her downfall and giving in to him. Olivia broke free of his grasp, crossing her arms and pacing in circles around the living room. Fitz watched each movement as he slowly moved back closing the door and locking it but never taking his eyes off of her.
He could as what was wrong, but he already knew. She paced in circles when something was wrong. Back and forth when she was thinking. He knew the answer to why she was pacing and he couldn't stop her. She paced around the furniture, arms crossed, head down, in slow strides. Olivia knew the day would come to confront her demon but never thought it was this soon. She hadn't prepared what she was going to say. There were so many things to say but nothing she could say. Her feelings were coming into play but she didn't know whether to scream or cry or both. It would have been so much easier to do both for her but she couldn't cry. Crying wasn't allowed for gladiators and she had to at least act like one around him. Crying was a form of weakness as she was raised to believe.
Fitz let her pace in the circle for a half hour while he stood against the door watching. In the half hour no words had been said but he could feel the emotions coming off of her. The room filled with tension without a word, each waiting for the other to break the silence.
It took ten more minutes before Fitz finally spoke up. "Just say whatever it is you want to say."
