A/N: So this was somewhat a filler chapter. I just wanted to get a little something out there, a little something that was happy because canon…. Anywho! I'm not mad about what's happening on the show though, I just wish Liv would be single because right now she's so confused she can't tell her left nipple from her right. But I digress. I think a certain someone whose name rhymes with SMELLIE will be appearing next chapter. But don't worry, mah boos are safe. Or are they?
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The next few weeks were pretty much routine for them. They spent a lot of time together outside of the office getting to know one another. Most evenings he would come to her place for dinner and on Fridays they would watch a movie afterwards. He was starting to truly feel like she was his best friend. She listened to him. She cared about him. And surprisingly they hadn't had sex once since their first date and it didn't bother either of them…that much.
Fitz would be lying if he said he didn't stay up late thinking about making love to her most nights but he was afraid to ruin things. Sure sex is how they ended up were they are but he felt like it might ruin the progress they made. Even with everything he had been through he was worried about making Liv feel bad.
He knew from their late night conversations that she had been through as much as he had she just hid it better than he did. She'd had a better support system but now he had her.
He had her.
He liked the way that sounded in his head.
If he had his way he'd always have her in his life. Hopefully as Mrs. Grant. Yeah, he liked that a lot.
It was yet another Friday, they had made their usual dinner plans but he was running late. After work he decided to make a quick stop to pick up a surprise for her. He hoped it wasn't too soon and that she'd like what he got for her.
He rang her doorbell, shoving his hands in his pockets. He hoped she wasn't too worried about him being late.
When she opened the door, her brow was furrowed. Upon seeing his face she immediately broke into a relieved smile. She ran and threw herself at him. He caught her and laughed.
"Someone is happy to see me," he said.
"I was worried that something had happened to you. I was scared," she admitted.
He was touched. Her eyes looked so big and scared as she looked up at him. He never wanted to see that look in her eyes again. It made his heart ache. He held onto her a little tighter.
He walked into her place with her still wrapped up in his arms, kicking the door closed with his foot.
"I'm sorry. I got caught up in a little errand earlier and lost track of time."
She was curious now. She wiggled out of his grasp.
"Oh. What were you doing on this errand?"
He changed the subject, "Is that lasagna I smell?"
"Fitz! I asked you a question," she said. She was trying to get in front of him but he just grabbed her hand and pulled her into her kitchen like it was their place instead of just hers.
"I know. I was ignoring you," he smiled.
She knew he was teasing her and she didn't like it. But at the same time she loved when Fitz let his guard down enough to joke around with her. It showed how comfortable he was becoming with her.
That's when she looked down and saw a bulge in his pants. She bit her lip as she blushed.
"Fitz," she tried to reach out and touch him but he moved his hips away.
He looked at her out of he corner of his eye. "Not yet, that's your present."
She was definitely ready to skip dinner when he said that. She loved getting to know him, he was a great guy and all, but she had needs. And he was the only man who ever came close to truly satisfying her. She had missed… that part of him.
She eagerly rubbed her hands together before pushing him into his chair and placing his napkin in his lap.
"Eat up," she said. She had already sat down and was about to start shoving food in her mouth so she could get to her favorite part: dessert.
He couldn't help but laugh at her eagerness. He was amused but a part of him was extremely nervous.
They held hands as Fitz blessed the food and then dug in. Dinner was filled with small talk. When Fitz finally finished his last forkful of lasagna and wiped his mouth, he leaned back in his chair. He offered to help her clear the table but she insisted she didn't need any help.
He had pulled out his phone to check his emails before turning it off. He didn't want any interruptions tonight.
When she walked back into the room he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap. She was startled at first but the look on his face quickly shifted the mood. He was trying to concentrate so he could do what he had planned but it was kind of hard, no pun intended, with her moving on his lap. She was wearing a thin silk dress, if you could call it that, so he could feel the heat from her body as though she were naked.
He grabbed her hips to stop her and she felt the bulge in his jeans. She grabbed it before he could stop her and she froze, peering into his eyes in disbelief.
"Fitz, is that… Did you…Are you?" she didn't know what to say.
Suddenly there was a huge lump in his throat. Shit, he thought. What if she freaks out? It's too soon. I knew it.
"About that," he tried to explain, clearing his throat.
She got up off of his lap but he kept his hands on her hips, not letting her move.
"Liv, I want to ask you something," he rushed to get out. "I hope it's not too soon or anything but I just can't stand the thought of losing you to someone else. I can't sleep at night unless I know for sure that you belong to me as much as I belong to you. So," he stood up and pulled the box out of his pocket.
"No, wait! I'm not—" she tried to stop him.
"Will you be my girlfriend? Officially?" he asked.
She stopped, confused. She just knew he was about to propose. But that was crazy. She looked down and saw that he had bought her a gold promise ring with an infinity symbol in the center. Her eyes flew up, tears threatening to fall. Was this really happening? He really wanted her like she wanted him?
She felt stupid for thinking he was going to propose. Of course he wasn't, it was way too soon for a step like that. But one day… She was smiling at the thought.
This time when she jumped into his arms she wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbing his face. She pecked his lips repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she said.
Relief immediately coursed through him. He knew she would say yes but he still had doubts sometimes. Mellie seemed so sure of them once before too and that relationship failed miserably.
He spun around with her in his arms. They were both crying happy tears. They had officially taken the first step and it felt GREAT!
Suddenly he stopped spinning and just looked into her eyes. He saw everything he's always wanted looking back at him. What more could he want?
This time when she got down she took his hand and led him down the hall to her bedroom. Pulling him inside, she closed the door and pushed him up against it. No words were needed; they each knew how the other felt. She unbuttoned his shirt all while looking at him. They never broke eye contact as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and started to pull on his undershirt. He raised his arms to help her and once she finally got it off she ran her hands through the hair on his chest.
He inhaled sharply. She wanted to be in control and he'd let her, for now.
She stepped closer to him, still maintaining eye contact, and flicked her tongue teasingly over one of his nipples. His hand came up to cup her head. His thumb was gently rubbing circles behind her ear. Her soft breath was tickling his skin and he shivered.
She moved back just enough to undo his belt and unzip his pants. Instead of pushing them down like he expected her to she reached into his waistband, cupping him in her hand. He grabbed her arms, biting his lip.
He was so turned on that it wouldn't take much more to bring him over the edge. Sensing this, she pulled her hand out and got on her knees, pulling down his pants and briefs. He peered down at her through lowered lids.
Using the tips of her fingers she teased his penis. She watched, mesmerized as he became harder to the point his penis was touching his stomach. As she stood up she ran her tongue from the base to the tip, moving up his stomach and chest until she reached the base of his throat. She pushed his head back and bit him. He grabbed her and tried to pull her closer so he could pick her up but she stopped him.
He forced his eyes open, looking at her questioningly.
She smirked as she backed up slowly. He watched as she slid the straps of her dress down her arms and let it slide down her body.
He moaned and licked his lips when he saw her see-thru, baby pink lace demi-cup bra and panties against her smooth brown skin. She had on baby pink pumps to match.
"Livvie," he whispered.
He watched her turn and sashay over to the bed, instinctively trying to follow her. He stopped when she did; she looked over her shoulder at him before crawling onto the bed, moving to the center. When he tried to walk again he felt like his legs might give out on him. She was just so beautiful and tempting and his.
His!
Moving like a toddler who just learned how to walk, he made it over to the bed. He crawled after her, stopping above her. She was leaning back on her elbows, admiring his muscles as they strained to hold him up.
Mine, she thought. ALL mine!
Growing impatient she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face down, sucking on his bottom lip. She released it from her mouth with a pop and he took hers into his mouth, returning the favor.
Bracing himself on one arm he pushed down her bra straps one at a time before reaching behind her and deftly undoing the clasp. She didn't know how he did that so skillfully and she didn't care to find out. He tossed her bra across the room before greedily taking a nipple into his mouth.
Her legs spread open and he placed his weight on top of her before giving the other nipple the same attention. Her nails were scraping his scalp gently but not quite, the other hand running up and down the muscles of his back. He listened to her panting as his free hand dipped into her panties.
"Fuck," she hissed. He was teasing her clit but she really wanted him to fuck her with his fingers. She tried moving her hips but he kept moving with her.
Finally deciding to put her out of her misery he inserted one finger but only the tip. She hated when he wouldn't give her what she wanted. Before he could stop her, she grabbed his hand and pushed his finger all the way in. If he wouldn't give her pleasure then she'd take it.
Aggressiveness looked sexy on her.
Her pussy had a death grip on his finger, she was just that tight. He couldn't wait to be wrapped up in her warmth. He moved onto his knees so he could slip off her panties. Once she was completely exposed to him, he started kissing her senseless while she rode his fingers. Right as she was about to tumble over the edge he slipped his fingers out and positioned his body to plunge into her.
Her eyes and mouth shot open in surprise.
He shut his eyes to try and concentrate.
It was too much. They had gone too long without intimacy.
She placed one hand on his ass, "Fitz baby, I'm gonna need you to move."
He nodded his head but still didn't move at first. Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back in. His thrusts became more powerful and he watched her breasts bounce as her head fell back. He now understood what drove vampires crazy. He licked up her throat before biting her like she did him earlier.
He was still holding his body up with both arms but he used one to pull her body closer to his. They were so close that his pelvis rubbed her clit with every thrust. She placed one leg around his hip. At that angle they were both calling out for every holy entity they could name.
They sped up, meeting each other stroke for stroke until they both froze, their bodies seized by their powerful orgasm. But both were still trying to move and prolong their pleasure, haltingly thrusting. When they were finally too tired, they collapsed in a pile of entangled limbs. He placed kisses all over her face.
"That was…"
"Amazing," she finished for him.
"Yeah. Amazing!" he said. He brushed her hair off her face and smiled at her.
"Hi," she giggled.
"Hi."
It was their secret way of saying "I see you."
Hopefully I didn't screw this up too bad.
