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AN: First I'd like to take a minute to absorb the awesomeness that was last night's episode. I cannot wait till next week, but I'm also sad that it's the finale. Talk about a Catch 22. Second, I also want to thank everyone for reading, following, and favoring. I especially want to thank those who leave reviews, you guys are great and your reviews make me smile. Anyways, this chapter is pretty much all fluff so enjoy ;).
They crashed into the wall in unmeasured steps. The painting beside them rattled and nearly crashed to the ground but they were none the wiser. Hurried, sloppy kisses and moans was the symphony to their love making. She had kissed him before, but this, this was new. This was uncharted territory for which she didn't need a map. She wanted to get lost in his mouth, in his arms, in his love. Her legs tightened around his waist to try and quell the quivering, but getting closer only made it worse. Her trembling fingers hastily pulled up his shirt and threw it carelessly to the ground. She ran her hand up his toned chest, having dreamed of doing so too many times. The fantasy didn't even come close to the reality.
She mewled in protest when his mouth left hers, but it soon turned into a moan when they moved to her neck. His hot mouth left a trail of scorching heat as his tongue explored her throat. Her fingers wound themselves in his hair and she panted his name. His pressed his hardening erection against her achy core and she nearly passed out. It had been years since she'd felt so wanton and she couldn't figure out for the life of her why she waited so long to be with this man.
He pulled down the strap of her camisole and her nipple came tumbling out. He let out a groan before dipping his head to pull the stiff peak into his mouth. A ragged sob left Olivia's lips and she ground herself harder into his member. She had never been this wet in her life. She was going to come and they were still fully clothed. The fingers of one hand tweaked and plucked the nipple that wasn't in his mouth while the other snaked its way down her belly. She was happy to have the wall at her back and him at her front because without the support, she would have collapsed.
He found her slick and ready and the feel of her heat around his fingers made his eyes cross. She was letting loose a slew of expletives that he never heard come from her pretty little lips. Knowing that he was causing her to lose control, to loosen all of her inhibitions, turned him on even further. Her small hand traveled down his body and slipped into his pajama pants. His breath hitched as he felt her soft palm and slender fingers try to wrap themselves around his stiff length. She gripped him harder and moved her hand up and down a few times, causing him to shudder against her.
"I want you so bad Livi, can you feel how much I want you?" he rasped into her ear and thrust himself more firmly into her hand.
Her whimper was her reply and he knew that they had to move before he took her against this wall. Somehow they managed to make it to her bedroom, leaving behind a trail of clothes. They were naked by the time they dropped on the bed and when she let her gaze slip to his cock, she grasped handfuls of her comforter and bit her lip. Just the sight of him had her dripping. She moved closer to the headboard but he didn't let her go far, pulling her by the ankle until she was back where she started. Before she could move again, he was between her legs, spreading her thighs with his strong hands.
Nerves began to settle in and he sensed her stiffen up some. She hadn't done this in quite some time and felt extremely out of practice. Knowing just what to do, he took her lips in a sweet, mind numbing kiss that took away any doubts that she may have had. She felt him slide his length up and down her slit, nudging her entrance each time and driving her insane with the need to feel him inside of her.
"Please…" she whimpered, completely incapable of waiting another second.
Pulling back, he locked eyes with her and steadily began to push into her warmth. She let out a long, low moan as he stretched her sensitive walls. She latched onto his shoulders, her nails beginning to make imprints in his flesh. Her body greedily sucked at its intruder, barely letting him slide in and out. She heard soft, mewling cries in the distance before she realized they were hers. This man was doing things to her body that she wasn't sure she'd ever recover from. Not that she wanted to.
He dropped his head to her neck and ground against her clit as he plunged in deeper. Her moans were getting loader and she was scared she'd wake the twins. Turning her head, she bit into her pillow just as he delivered a particularly hard thrust, the cottony taste a testament to how good he felt. He licked at her pulse point, sucking on it hard enough to leave a mark. She had never had a hickey, not even as a teenager, and the idea of being marked as his was such a turn on.
His lips went higher until they reached her ear and he bit her lobe before soothing the sting with his words. "I love you."
"Oh god." She didn't expect the words make her toes curl into themselves and she felt herself go straight to edge. "I love you, too," she breathed out, her brain having a hard time forming words as he continued to make love to her.
Her heels dug into the small of his back and she could feel her impending orgasm growing stronger in every cell of her body. "I'm so close," she moaned and guided his mouth back to hers.
His fingertips were leaving bruises on her hipbones as he held her with the intensity of a man that needed to fuse his entire being with the love of his life. He was groaning nonsensical words into her mouth and she could tell he was a close as she was. His steady thrusting slowed into a smooth glide that passed over her spot in the most delicious of ways and before she could even form his name on a scream, she was falling head first into a sea of bliss. She could feel him tumbling over with her, panting her name over and over in her ear.
"Mmmmm…" was the only sound she could make, his loving turning her brain to complete mush.
"Ditto," he chuckled and pulled her into the crook of his arm as he rolled off of her.
She cuddled into his chest and before she fell asleep, she heard him ask, "can I have my man cave now that I'm officially sleeping in here?" She laughed, telling him no and closed her eyes, drifting off to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
A few days later, Olivia was just putting the final touches of dinner on the table when she heard the key turn in the lock. She absolutely loved that sound. It meant he was home. Trying not to seem too excited, she hurriedly walked to the door. He had just closed the door behind him when he saw her and immediately dropped his briefcase to the ground so that he could embrace her. Having his arms around her after a long day without him was like putting Neosporin on a skinned knee. It soothed and healed and she forgot that they hadn't spent the entire day together.
"Why don't you go wash up while I put dinner on the table," Olivia told him after a quick peck to his lips
"Sounds good to me," Fitz responded and turned to leave but not before kissing her again.
A few minutes later, he appeared in the dining room looking comfortable in a navy shirt and blue pajama pants. Dinner was never a formal affair in the Grant-Pope household and Olivia was dressed similarly in a t-shirt and some shorts. She put the last of the chicken, potatoes, and vegetables on the table then settled into her seat across from him.
"How was you guys' day today?" Fitz asked between bites of food.
"It was fine except your son's fascination with facial parts nearly left me without nose. I swear he's going to be a body builder with that grip of his. And Lila, well she's definitely going to beauty school because she can't keep her little fingers out of my hair."
"I don't blame her, your hair was made to run fingers through it," he chuckled, knowing that he himself was missing a few strands from his daughters constant pulling.
"How was your day?" she asked curiously.
"Nothing too exciting. We're hiring new attorneys so I was mainly doing interviews today. This one guy," he paused to laugh, "he came in so cocky, just knowing he'd get the job, but the first question I asked him he got flustered. Davy or something was his name. Either way, he definitely didn't get the job. Besides being incompetent, he seemed like a bit of an asshole."
"Well at least you didn't hire him and find that out later. I know I said I was going back to work last week, but I just can't pull myself away from the babies. I have been looking over cases via email, texts, and phone calls though," she told him, feeling slightly guilty for making her team doing the majority of the work.
"That's the beauty of being your own boss, you get to do what you want. You should take all the time you need. Quit if you want, I can more than support us," he said half teasing, half serious as he scooped the last bit of potatoes into his mouth.
Rolling her eyes, she responded, "I am not quitting, I'm just taking longer than the normal maternity leave."
"Have any plans for tomorrow night?" Fitz asked, changing the subject.
"Uhhh… no, why?" she wondered, stabbing a piece of chicken with her fork before bringing it to her mouth to take a bite.
"Well, I was thinking today that we did things really backwards. A man is supposed to romance a woman and I haven't even taken you out on one date. So, Ms. Pope, tomorrow we will be going out on the best date ever," he announced, smiling ear to ear.
"Okay. What about the twins?" she asked, completely excited about going out with him.
"Already taken care of. Your mother and Richard are going to babysit." He told her and he had to keep himself from laughing at the absolute look of panic that crossed her face.
"Fitz, how can I say this nicely…there is no way in HELL that I'm leaving that woman alone with my children," she fumed.
"Come on Livi, she won't be alone, Richard will be with her."
"Oh that's even better, two people with zero parenting skills taking care of infants," she muttered sarcastically. "I guess one can take Lila and the other can take Bennett, then they can switch and take turns being completely clueless as to how to even change a diaper," she continued her tirade.
"I called Abby and Stephen, but they're out of town remember? Cyrus and James have a prior engagement and I think that Harrison and Lisa would be worse than your mom and Richard," he explained, her mother not even being close to his first option.
"What about a real babysitter, you know, like the ones you higher from a nanny service," she suggested, even though she wasn't too keen on the idea of strangers in her home.
Fitz quirked an eyebrow at her, knowing her well enough to know that she wouldn't have gone for that either. "Would you have honestly let some random person into our home to look after our children."
"No," she begrudgingly conceded. "But Fitz…"
"Livi, I really just want to go on a date with the women I love. Can you please let me do that?" he pleaded, taking her hand in his.
"Well, when you ask so nicely…"
"Wow," Fitz stated simply as Olivia came out of the bathroom.
He eyed her up and down from his position on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a black sleeveless pendulum dress that had a lace bodice and a fitted skirt that stopped well above her knees. She had on red pumps and her hair was feathered around her shoulders in soft waves that made her look incredibly sexy. He couldn't believe that this woman was his.
"You like it?" she asked, smiling at his compliment.
"You look absolutely beautiful in that dress. I don't know how I'm going to keep my hands off of you," he praised and moved off the bed and towards her.
He dropped his head to her neck and inhaled her enticing scent. She felt so good in his arms that he was tempted to forgo the date completely. But he had promised her a night out and he wasn't going to go back on that because he couldn't control himself. That would have to wait until later.
"You don't look half bad yourself, Mr. Grant," Olivia stated as she let her eyes rove over his form.
God, this man was sexy. He had on a simple black Polo pullover sweater with black chinos and a white button down underneath. His hair with gelled to perfection and his cologne was doing things to her body that made her want to push him back onto the bed. Unable to help herself, she connected her red lipstick covered lips with his. He groaned and dropped his hand to her ass, squeezing it in a way that made her moan. Before things could any more interesting, the doorbell rang signaling her mother was here.
"I'll go get the twins, you go get the door," Olivia told Fitz as they headed out of their bedroom.
Olivia gathered Lila and Bennett from their cribs along with their blankets and pacifiers. She was still skeptical about leaving them, but if she was serious about building a relationship with her mother, she would have to trust her. She headed to the living room just as her mother, Fitz, and Richard were entering the room.
"Well don't you look absolutely breathing taking," her mother commented.
"Thanks Mom. Hello, Richard," she greeted and he responded in kind. "Are you sure that you're ready for this?"
Olivia had written extremely detailed instructions on how to care for the twins, even to the point of setting timers for when they needed to be fed. She was leaving nothing up to chance and planned on calling every fifteen minutes to check on how things were going. Lila and Bennett already had their baths and were in their onesies when her mother came over. There wasn't much to do other than heat their bottles up and change a few diapers. It shouldn't be too difficult for her mother to handle.
"Olivia, dear, I am completely capable of caring for my grandchildren. Go, have a wonderful time," her mother said as she ushered her and Fitz to the door.
"My phone, Fitz's phone number, 911, the pediatrician, and the number to the restaurant are all posted on the refrigerator along with another copy of the instructions," Olivia told her, delaying leaving until the absolute last minute.
"911? Really? Maybe I should write that down again just in case I forget the whopping whole three numbers," her mother joked.
"This isn't funny Mom. You don't have any experience with infants and it is taking a huge leap of faith from me to let you watch them," Olivia told her, not seeing the humor in the situation.
"I know, Olivia. But have some faith in me to know that you won't come home to babies missing limbs," Jacqueline joked again, trying to break the tension.
"Mother…"
"Livi, we're going to have to leave if we're going to make our reservations," Fitz reminded her.
"Okay," Olivia conceded and handed her mother Lila and gave Bennett to Richard after giving each of them a kiss. Fitz did the same then took her hand and led her out the door before she could say anything else.
"How are you not freaking out right now?" Olivia questioned as Fitz maneuvered the car through the streets of D.C.
"I am, but baby, one of has to at least keep up the appearance that everything is peachy. I want to have a good date and that won't happen if we are both are on edge and calling your mother every five seconds. So I'm taking your phone for the rest of the night."
"But…"she tried to argue.
"No, buts. You can get one phone call after dinner and before the other part of our date," he laid down the law.
"Yes sir," she chuckled, handing him her phone then taking the hand that he was offering.
They pulled up outside of a quaint little restaurant that hosted the best of D.C's hottest couples and political powerhouses. How he got a reservation here was a mystery, but she was really excited to sample the cuisine.
Fitz got out and rounded the car to open her door. Taking her hand, he gave the keys to the valet and the two headed inside. The restaurant was dimly lit, each table having a candle on it to create a soft ambiance. Classical music from a piano played softly in the corner and the round tables were set perfectly for two. Fitz gave his last name and they were ushered upstairs and to a nice window seat. They got a great view of street and could see the pedestrians walking on the sidewalk below. He pulled out her chair for her and gave her a quick kiss before taking his seat.
The waiter came over and took their drink orders before leaving again. Fitz and Olivia chatted idly about nothing in particular, but it was nice nonetheless. They were laughing about a stupid joke Fitz told when someone walked up to their table.
"Well hello Olivia, long time no see. You look lovely," Edison's voice penetrated her eardrums and she instantly rolled her eyes as she spotted the blonde next to him.
"Edison. Emily," Olivia addressed him and the woman he cheated on her with. Fitz didn't miss the look and he quickly assessed that this was the man that broke her heart. That knowledge immediately made him hate the other man.
"Mr. Grant, I didn't know that you knew Olivia," Edison said and stuck his hand out to shake Fitz's.
"My personal life has nothing to do with you Mr. David, now if you please, I'm trying to have a date with my lady…"Fitz told him in a dismissive tone.
"Davis…its Davis," Edison corrected, but it fell on deaf ears.
"It doesn't really matter," Fitz tried to get him to leave again.
"Well, I'll let you get back to your date. I hope to hear from you soon," Edison added, oblivious to Fitz's tone, and turned to leave.
"I wouldn't count on it," Fitz mumbled low enough that Edison couldn't hear.
"What was that all about?" Olivia asked once Edison was completely gone.
"He came in for a job interview the other day, had I known it was the Edison, I would've kicked his ass," Fitz grumbled in a manly way.
"Baby, let's not let him ruin our date. Now I believe that before we were rudely interrupted, you were telling me one of your corny jokes and I was pretending to laugh," she joked and giggled at Fitz's shocked expression.
"Pretending, huh, that's not what you were doing last night," he teased.
"Speaking of, I hope you weren't planning on getting lucky tonight because I don't put out on first dates Mr. Grant," Olivia told him, trying hard to keep a straight face
"Yeah, we'll see."
The rest of the dinner went smoothly and they enjoyed each other's company. Fitz paid the bill and pulled her chair out for her when it was time to leave. Keeping his promise, he pulled out his phone and handed it to her when they got in the car. Olivia nervously dialed the home phone number and waited for her mother to pick up.
"Hello Olivia, all is well," her mother answered, alleviating the majority of Olivia's fears.
"Good. Are they asleep? Have they been giving you a hard time?" Olivia asked.
"No and no. They're little angels. Right now, Bennett is trying to pull Richard's nose off and Lila is having some bouncy time with Meme," Jacqueline cooed the last part.
"Don't bounce her too much or she'll throw up," Olivia warned.
"Nonsense. She loves it. You should see the…OH MY GOD! RICHARD HELP! OH IT'S IN MY MOUTH…SHE GOT THROW UP IN MY MOUTH! OH I'M GOING TO THROW UP!" her mother screamed and gagged, getting a literal taste of why she shouldn't bounce a baby that projectile vomits.
Olivia laughed hysterically and Fitz was laughing too because he heard the whole thing. Her mother told her that she had to go wash her mouth out and quickly hung up. Olivia had no sympathy for the older woman, she tried to warn her, but she didn't listen. She wiped the stray tears from her face and gathered herself as they pulled up in front of a mom and pop ice cream shop.
"I have always wanted to go here. I hear that they make absolutely everything from scratch," Olivia relayed excitedly as they headed into the shop, a ding from a bell signaling their entrance.
"This is the best ice cream in all of D.C, the cookies and cream has fresh baked cookies in it and let me not even get started on the sundaes," Fitz told her and led her to the counter so that they could choose their flavors
Fitz got the mint chocolate chip and Olivia got caramel with white chocolate chips in a waffle cone. They took a seat at one of the booths and Olivia took a bite out of her ice cream while Fitz watched for her reaction.
"Oh my god," she moaned and Fitz could feel his pants getting tighter, "this is so good."
"I thought I was the only thing that could make you moan like that," he ribbed in mock jealousness.
"Baby, I love you, but I would choose this ice cream over sex every time," she joked back.
"You really know how to stroke a man's ego."
They finished up their ice cream, making plans to come back soon. They headed home in comfortable silence, content just to hold each other's hands. It was nearing eleven when they were reaching the front door. Going in, she saw her mother and Richard asleep on the couch, a baby on each of their chests. Olivia shamelessly checked to make sure all limbs, fingers, and toes were still intact. She took a picture with her phone before Fitz went and took the babies to their room.
"Mom, Richard, time to wake up," Olivia nudged and they both jumped up.
"Oh, Liv, it's just you. Did you have a good time?" Jacqueline inquired around a yawn as she and Richard got up to gather their belongings.
"I did. Thank you again for watching the twins." She walked the couple to the door and gave each a parting hug.
"No problem, any time you need a sitter, you know my number," Jacqueline yawned again.
"Okay. Goodnight," Olivia called as they headed out. Closing the door behind them, she folded the blanket strewn across the couch, put the empty bottles in the kitchen sink, and turned the lights out before heading to bed.
Fitz was already in there, shirtless and in the bed. Olivia's mouth suddenly went dry and she could feel her panties go damp at the sight he made. She kicked off her heels and walked seductively to the bed, Fitz never once taking his eyes off of her.
Sitting on the edge with her back towards him, she whispered, "can you unzip me?"
She could almost hear him swallow as he moved closer to do what she asked. She felt his lips at the back of her neck and his fingertips slowly pulled the zipper down. His tongue traced every newly exposed piece of flesh and Olivia was trembling by the time the metal reached the end of its track. She stood up and shimmied the dress down her body until it was a pool of black fabric at her ankles, revealing her matching lace and silk bra and panty set.
Fitz groaned and pulled her onto the bed. He kissed her, hungrily sucking at her tongue and thrusting his into her mouth in return. He broke off the kiss and before she could protest, his head was between her thighs. The first flick of his tongue over her panty covered clit had her spine straightening. She moaned as he increased the pressure then sucked it through the fabric.
"Mmmm…take them…take them off," she moaned helplessly.
He delivered another lick before looking up at her, "do you agree that I'm better than ice cream?" he asked and licked her again.
"God, yes," she hissed and he finally ripped off her underwear.
Fitz let out a sound between a groan and a sob as he tasted her without any barriers. He dragged his tongue up her folds and scraped his teeth against her clit. Olivia fisted the sheets and canted her hips closer to his mouth, eager to take all of the pleasure he was offering. She moaned his name and arched her back, her head digging into the pillow.
"Fitz…baby, please," she begged, needing him to take her right then.
"I thought you said no sex on the first date," he reminded her and swirled his tongue around her clit agonizingly slow.
"I need you," she whimpered and her eyes squeezed shut when he thrust his tongue into her channel.
Grabbing his hair, she tugged, pulling his body up the length of hers. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist then rolled them over. Straddling him, she lined up his shaft with her opening and sank down inch by glorious inch, taking what she needed.
"I thought you'd see things my way," Fitz gloated and put his hands on her hips to help guide her up and down.
AN: So they finally did the deed and went out on a first date. Better late than never, right? Edison made an appearance(an idea I was playing around with, but finally settled on with Oxford's review. Thanks) and I was debating whether or not to give him a bigger part, but I didn't want to ruin the date. He may or may not be showing up in later chapters, I haven't decided yet. There will be a time jump next chapter and we get to meet Fitz's family. Hooray! Or maybe not hooray, we'll see.
