Very sweetly, Fitz touched the corner of Olivia's face and brought it close to his. They both shuddered when their skin met and Olivia closed her eyes, exhaling a deep breath. "Fitz" She whispered when his cool breath trickled down the side of her neck. He nibbled at her skin, earning a small moan from her. His hands are at her waist and he's pulling at her shirt.

"Fitz, just stop for a minute." She pulled away and stared him in his eyes. "We have to talk. we hav-" She shakes her head, trying to think clearly. "What's going to happen next?" Her hand was noticeably trembling when she lifted it to graze her fingers against his skin. "I'm leaving."

"Shhh, Liv." He gently touched her lips with his finger and dropped his head until their foreheads touched. "I love you too."

"Is this how it works? We just say I love you and..." Olivia trailed off, mumbling under her breath. "Is this how two people fall in love? They meet under crazy circumstances then suddenly they can't stay away from one another?" She smiles shyly. "I'm drawn to you..."

"Like a moth to a flame." He finished and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Olivia leaned in closer and deepened the kiss, she pushed her tongue against his closed lips, urging them to open. Their tongues tangled and the heat between them was just beginning to spark to life when Fitz broke the kiss. "I love you too, Liv." He could see himself saying those three little words for the rest of his life, it brought him so much joy. "And right now I just want to be close to you." She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pulled back the top of her shirt and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.

"I don't want to have sex, I just want to lay here and feel you close to me." He pulls off her shirt and she moves around so that he can unbutton her pants. "Can you just lay here with me?"

"Only if you hold me." She says as he takes off his pants. "Hold me in your arms and never let me go."

"I couldn't let you go even if I wanted to." He pulled off his shirt and laid back on the bed, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him. She lays her head on his chest as he wraps his arms around her waist and tells her, "I don't know how, Liv, but we're going to make this work. I promise you."

"Mmm." Olivia moaned and sucked the chocolate off of Fitz's finger. It was a late Friday night and they both decided to skip out on a night on the town, instead opting to lay in bed, sharing a tray of chocolate covered strawberries and play a game of 21 questions.

"Okay, your turn. Did you always want to be a mechanic?"

He traced his finger across her skin, her belly trembling when he made small circles around her belly button. She laid on her back, him on his side, staring at her lovingly. The calm, adoring look in his eyes was beginning to drive her crazy and she couldn't control the smile that curled on her lips.

"No, not always. In high school I used to work in the detail shop cleaning out cars. I moved up from there and never left."

"What did you want to be then?"

"An architect or an artist." He says, trailing lazy kisses down her body.

"What? Seriously?" She tangled her fingers in his curls and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her body.

"Seriously."

"You can draw?" She sat up and closed her legs, preventing from placing a kiss between her thighs. "As many conversations as we've had, how come I didn't know that you could draw?"

Fitz laughed, sitting up with her and reached for another strawberry, teasing Olivia's lips with the piece of fruit before she opened up and took a bite. "I guess it never came up."

"I don't believe you." Olivia says with a playful smile. "Prove it!"

Fitz chuckled and pushed the tray of strawberries towards the center of the bed. Going to the closet, he pulled out a black duffel bag and went back to sitting on the bed. With Olivia looking over his shoulder, he opened the bag and pulled out a pad of drawing paper. Flipping through the pages, he comes to a drawing dated for just a few weeks ago. "I was planning on giving you this before you left."

"Is that me?" She takes a closer look at the piece of artwork. "Sleeping?"

"You're so beautiful when you're sleeping." Fitz looks down at the pad of paper in his hand. In the drawing, the sheets are wrapped around Olivia's midsection and she has one hand tossed over the bed while the other was trapped beneath the pillow her head laid on. Her hair was tousled around and her face was in absolute peace. "I spent hours staring at you that night. I wanted to capture the moment with something more intimate than the lens of a camera, so I grabbed my pencil."

"This is amazing." She beamed. "The details are just...WOW. That's really me!"

"Yes, that's really you." Fitz laughed. "I love cars..."

"But not as much as you love to draw." She added and he nods his head. "If this is what you love to do then why haven't you done it? You clearly have the talent."

"I don't know, I guess I got comfortable." Fitz shrugged and brought another strawberry to her lips. Chocolate dripped down her chin and he used his tongue to wipe her clean. "My father died when I was 16 and after that it was just me and my mom. I needed to help out with the bills and since drawing didn't exactly bring in big money, I stuck with the next best things I was good at which was cars. We barely had money to keep a roof over our heads let alone for me to go to school."

"I'm sorry to hear about your father." Olivia stroked his back and says softly to encourage him, "But I think you should go now. It's never too late to follow your dreams."

"Uhhh, I don't know about that. I'm not like you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're courageous."

"And you're not?" Olivia asked picking up a strawberry and feeding it to him.

"Not like you. You're determined to follow your dreams, no questions asked. No one can stop you! Me? The first sign of trouble I get nervous and quit. I'm not a risk taker."

"Since when? I beg to differ, Fitz. I think you can be courageous too, if you want. I believe in you."

"Maybe...maybe." Fitz says and thinks it over as he moves his hand to grab another strawberry, but instead he knocks over the entire tray. "Shit! Ugh, I just made a mess."

"Fitzzzz." Olivia whined. "Look what you did!" He laughs when he noticed the chocolate fell over on Olivia and laughed even harder when he realized she wasn't amused. Fitz moved the tray of strawberries out of his way to leaned in and give her a kiss. "I'll be right back." He says, leaving the room and Olivia took another bite from a strawberry before pushing the turned over tray away and getting out of bed. She quickly changes the sheets and wipes herself down then grabs her robe and heads down the hall.

"You were supposed to wait until I called you." Fitz complained and blocked her from entering the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

"Running you a bath. Well us a bath." He smirked and points to the tub. "Can you get your hair wet?"

"Why do you ask?" She says as he grabs her around the waist and pulls her into him. "Does my hair smell?"

He smiled and pressed his nose to the back of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair. "No, it smells like - mmm, lavender and roses." He tangles his hand in her hair and runs his fingers through. The kisses he placed along the side of her neck while playing in her hair caused her to become weak in the knees and she holds onto him for support. Bringing his hand to the front of her body, Fitz pulls on the rope holding her robe together until her body is exposed to him. Olivia drops the robe to the ground and Fitz hands immediately fly to her breast. He caressed her nipples until they both resembled two tight bulbs. Pushing her hair to the side, he placed one last kiss on the nape of her neck and leads her to the bathtub. Olivia dips her toes in the water to test the temperature. Satisfied, Fitz helps her step into the tub and waits until she's settle to ask, "Can I wash your hair?"

He gets down on his knees and leans over the edge of the bathtub. Olivia sunk down deep in the tub, moaning softly as her body relaxed in the warm water. Grabbing a clean sponge from the shelf behind him, Fitz soaps up the sponge with Olivia's black soap body wash then grabs her left foot. "You didn't answer my question."

"Hmmm." Olivia moaned for a second as Fitz placed her left foot back in the water and picked up her right to also scrub it. "Why do you want to wash my hair?"

"Because I do." He's finished with her feet and grabbed her arm. From the corner of his eye he could see Olivia eyeing him wary and further explained, "I want to take care of you tonight. All of you. Your hair is your pride and joy. You love it, I love it too but I'm curious to see what it looks like when it's not all done up... what you look like when your completely natural and bare, so please, can I?" He asked again, kindly as the sponge in his hand is slowly descending down the front of her body.

"Yes." She finally agrees. Fitz instructs her to sit up so that he can wash her back and runs the sponge over her shoulders. Once he was finished completely, he grabbed the removable shower head and tells Olivia to turn around as he turned the water on. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as he sprayed the water over her head until her hair was completely soaked then he applied her shampoo and began to wash her hair. His fingers gently massaging her scalp sent chills up Olivia's spine. She found the feeling of Fitz gently detangling her hair and massaging his fingers around her head to be erotic. She tilted her head back when his fingers applied more pressure and he dug his nails in, scratching her scalp. She was in heaven.

Rinsing out the shampoo and repeating the same process with her conditioner, Fitz took his time making sure every inch of Olivia's hair was clean. By the time he is finished, Olivia was whimpering and pulling on him to join her in the tub. He stops her and tells her to wait, wanting to take a look at her. "Beautiful." He groaned softly, in awe. He loved how her hair curled when wet and the way the curls framed her face. He grabbed one and pulled one it, extending the piece of hair and letting it go, watching as it bounced back in place with the rest of her hair. She giggles and he touches her nose, dragging his finger down until he reached her lips, they parted and he could feel her breath on his fingertips. She went to open her mouth even more and draw him in, but he shook his head and simply traced over her lips as he would do with a paintbrush on a easel.

His fingers continued south until they disappeared beneath the water and traveled between Olivia's opened thighs. His fingers delicately began stroking her core. At first they just stare at each other, blue glazed over eyes gazing into a pair of sultry brown, but after awhile Olivia begins to grow anxious and his teasing becomes unbearable. She was right at the edge but Fitz wouldn't push her over. He grazes her clit for just enough friction to be felt but not enough for any immense pleasure to be experience. She's squirming and elevating her hips up, determined to get Fitz to touch her harder but he continues on with his simple, light stokes.

She grabbed his wrist and tugged on his arm. "Stop playing." She demands and he chuckles at her desperate tone. Moving his hand away, he stood up and pulled off his underwear. The water was still warm when he stepped into the bathtub and positioned himself on his knees in front of her. The tub wasn't exactly big enough for Fitz to stretch out completely as Olivia could, so he was forced to remain on his knees. The water is above his waist, but Olivia still knows where to search to find what she's looking for. Taking his member in her hand, she holds a tight grip around him and slowly stroked his cock until she can feel him growing hard beneath her touch.

Fitz dips his head towards her and crashed his lips to hers. The kiss is deep and full of uncontainable passion. Their lips meshed together and they became one. Still on his knees, Fitz pulled away from Olivia and pushed her legs back until her knees touched her chest and her feet were thrown over his shoulder. She was still breathless from their kiss when slid inside of her and stole the last bit of air her lungs were clinging to.

She screamed out when she finally found her voice and tossed her head back. Fitz drags his tongue across her skin, taking advantage of the opportunity to kiss the sweet spots on her neck. Her moans were loud and uncontrollable in his ear, which only intensified his need for her.

Her legs were trembling and Fitz was pumping harder. Placing his hands on the back of the tub, he gazed down to look Olivia in her eyes. She clenched her inner muscles around him and he went blind with desire, sending him into overdrive. Her fingers gripped his bottom and she urged him to push in deeper. He slammed into her, not caring about the mess they were making splashing bath water all across the room.

"Feels good?" He growled and Olivia nodded her head. She was panting and crying out for more. Their bodies molded together; sticky, hot and wet as they eventually exploded with pleasure.

"Your mine, right?" Olivia asked after they were finished. She was now settled between his legs with her head resting on his shoulder and until she spoke they had been sitting in silence. "I can call you my boyfriend and hold your hand and kiss you in public? I can say I love you in a room full of your friends and expect to hear it back, right?"

"Of course, Livvie." He says softly while running his finger back and forth across the length of her stomach. "I'm all in. This is for real, Olivia. I love you. I don't know when it happened or how but I am 100 % completely and utterly in love with you. Please don't ever doubt that."

She exhales and evens her breath. Grabbing both of his hands with hers, she rest them on her chest.

"I'm going to miss this." He sighs, playing with her fingers.

"Me too." She admits with a sad smile.

"It was fun while it lasted."

"It can still be fun." She turns in the bathtub to face him and her eyes lit up as an idea popped in her head. "This is crazy and probably a bad idea that we'll regret later, but we're young, right? We're supposed to fall in love and have fun without worrying about the consequences. I love you and you love me. "

"Yes." He grabs her hands, anxious to hear what she has to say.

"Let's forget about New York! Come with me."

"Huh?"

"Come to France with me! We can sneak away to Paris and fall in love under the Eiffel tower. I can hold your hand while we take long walks through the park. I want you to come with me, Fitz."

Her face drops and her heart is pumping hard in her chest when he doesn't immediately answer her. Seconds feel like minutes while she waits for his answer. Once he doesn't respond, Olivia backs away and bites her bottom lip. "It's okay, Fitz. It was a stupid idea, I know."

"No, no, no, Liv." He grabbed her shoulders. "I'm just thinking of a way to break the news to my boss. His best mechanic is going to Europe for six months, he's going to be pissed!"

Olivia's face brightened up and broke into a wide smile. "Is that a yes?"

"It's a hell yes!" He exclaimed and Olivia splashed water everywhere when she jumped and wrapped her arms around his neck. She crashes her lips to his and straddled his waist. "I love you, Fitz. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Olivia." He chuckled.

"Hi."

"Hi." He can hear the smile in her voice and it brightened his day. "I am so glad to hear your voice."

"Me too. You're not busy are you?" Olivia inquired, switching the phone over to her other ear so that she can hear him better.

"No, what's wrong?"

"Long day. Exhausting day. I need some dick and a nap then maybe I'll feel better."

"Ummm. I'm not sure how I can- umm."

Olivia laughed. "Just hearing your voice is enough." She assures him. "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be working?"

"Maybe. But you're more important than some stupid car."

"Get back to work, Fitz. I'll see you when you get home later."

"Actually, can you come to my job? I'm just about finished for the day and I want to go to the mall."

"What's at the mall?"

"Retail therapy. I'm taking you shopping. We need to find you a dress."

"Ooo. For what?"

"It's a surprise. Just be here by six."

"Do you like to be choked during sex?"

"What?" Fitz whipped his head around to look at Olivia whose eyes were still glued to the bright screen of her phone that she didn't even notice.

"I'm reading this article posted on the web and it says some men like to be choked during sex. I'm just wondering, are you one of those men?" He was shocked by her nonchalant, serious tone. Her unexpected question caught him so off guard that he was unsure of his answer at first.

"Ye- no! Hell no, Liv."

"Don't be so hostile. It just was a question, Fitz. Can't knock it till you try it though." She laughed. "But I've been thinking, we should spice things up a little."

"Is this your way of asking me to choke you during sex?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, you're not putting your hands around my neck at any point during sex." She says. "I'm just saying, we've had rough sex before but we haven't had rougggh sex. Actual rough, hard core sex."

"I think my bruised back and broken lamp would disagree with you, but please continue."

"Oh, Fitz." Olivia waved him off. "Try to keep an open mind here. I'm not saying that the sex between us isn't good, it's been great! But it can be even better if we switched things up a bit. Let's get creative and adventurous."

"You don't think we've been creative and adventurous enough?" Fitz hung his head to the side and asked Olivia. "Do I need to list off every place we've had sex thus far?"

"We can have sex right over there in that dressing room."

"We're not having sex at the mall." Fitz shook his head.

"Why not? Are you scared?" Olivia teased. "I think we should challenge ourselves. I leave in three weeks; lets do something different. Between now and then we are not to have sex in our bed, on the floor or against the wall."

Fitz smiled at her use of our bed, but his tone was nothing less than shocked when he said, "What?! Then what are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know, that's for you to decide. Bend me over the couch if you have to, throw me on top of the counter, surprise me in the shower, pin me to the fridge; do something besides screw me in your bed every night."

"Wow. My ego has taken one too many hits during the duration of this conversation."

"I'm not trying to bruise your ego, Fitz, don't worry, I love your dick; I'm probably in love with it.." She leans over his shoulder until her mouth is aligned up with his ear. "But I need you to fuck me until I can still feel the length of your dick imprinted inside of me when I'm all alone. The harder, the rougher, the deeper the better. Every time I touch myself I need to be reminded that this pussy is yours and only yours."

"Olivia!" Fitz screeched becoming turned on. Her deep, dark sultry voice speaking such dirty thing was doing a number on the member in his pants and if she didn't stop soon they were going to get a head start on her little idea right there in the mall. "What has gotten into you?"

"You have gotten into me." She said and it was true. She felt different, walked different, talked different. Fitz was hers and it brought out a different side in her.

"We are in public."

She looked up from her phone and shrugged her shoulders. "So. Like we haven't had sex in public before."

"Can you just close out of the web and put your phone away?" Fitz asked. "I'm going to need your full attention in a few."

"Fine. We'll finish this conversation later." She says and locks her phone. "Umm, are we shopping for you or me?" She asked after she threw her phone in her purse and looked up. "Because you originally claimed we were shopping for me, yet we've been in the men's section looking at underwear for the past twenty minutes."

"Be patient, woman." Fitz picks up two packs of underwear and showed them to Olivia. "Boxers of briefs?"

"Hmmm, briefs. Waking up and seeing the print your dick makes against your underwear is the way I like to start my mornings."

"So I'm going to get the boxers then." Fitz joked and Olivia hit his shoulder with a laugh.

"Get the briefs or buy them both. I don't really care, just get me out of this god awful store."

"It's Macys. Bet you wouldn't be saying this if we were upstairs in the women's department."

"You're probably right. But we're not. We're downstairs in this dark, gloomy, underwear filled men's section and I am a second away from pulling my hair out."

"Stop the dramatics." Fitz grabbed two packs of the briefs underwear and headed towards the check out line. After paying for his underwear, him and Olivia head to another store across the mall. Getting her to pick out a dress for a surprise party she was supposed to know nothing about was not going to be easy. As soon as they stepped through the entrance, Fitz could see the sparkle in her eyes and knew he was in for a ride.

"Now this is what I'm talking about." She smiles and immediately dashed towards the clothing racks. Fitz trails behind her and together they search for an outfit.

"You never told me what the occasion was, so I don't know what I'm looking for." Olivia says, frustrated after he rejected three outfit choices of hers. "A little help would be nice."

"You can still get the dress and jacket if you want but that's not what you need for where we're going. It has to be nothing too fancy but also not too casual. It has to be just right." He explained, growing frustrated himself as none of the available choices met his expectations.

"That helps a lot." Olivia sighed, going back to the rack to search some more. A sales rep comes over but they both decline her help, since neither was sure what they were looking for. "Shopping with you is no fun." Olivia complains.

"Look! Here it is." Fitz ignored her and pulled a dress from the rack. "It's casual but not too casual, it's sexy but not to revealing. It's perfect. Do you like it?"

"Let me try it on first then I'll tell you."

Fitz hands Olivia the dress and waits for her to return from the dressing room. A few minutes later she steps back into view and twirls around for Fitz. "What do you think?"

"What do you think?"

"I think I love it." She checks herself out in the mirror behind her. The sleeveless, navy blue summer dress hung just beneath her knees. It was loose around her waist, but clung to her breast. When she twirled around the dress flowed and spun with her. "And I have the perfect pair of shoes to go with this."

"Great, because I love it too. It really compliments you but then again I think you look beautiful in everything." Fitz looked down at his watch to check the time. They'd spent over two hours in the mall so far, they needed to go now if he wanted to make it to their next stop in time. "Are you getting all of this?" He points to the three dresses, two shirts and four pair of jeans hanging on his arm.

"Yes. I wanted to try them on too."

"We actually have somewhere else to be. Try them on at home. I'll pay for them now and keep the receipt for whatever doesn't fit. Change out of the dress and meet me at the register."

"Where are we going?" Olivia asked and turned back towards the dressing room.

"My mother's. I think it's time to tell her that her only son is moving to Europe for six months."

Olivia's heart dropped a little as she pealed the dress back from her body. She hadn't thought about Fitz's mother. What was she going to think? "She's going to hate me."

"No she's not. She likes you! She said so herself."

"Not after she finds out I'm stealing her precious son away from her." Olivia shakes her head and stands on her toes to hands him the dress over the door.

"Don't worry, Liv. Everything will be fine."

Sarah Grant flickered her gaze back and forth between the oblivious Fitz and Olivia. They were too busy smiling and picking over a dish of cookies she set out for them to notice her disapproving look. They'd just broke the news to her about Fitz moving away with Olivia and Sarah wasn't to keen to the idea.

"Fitz, can you help me bring these dishes to the kitchen please?" She asked, grabbing half of the empty dishes they weren't using and leaves for the kitchen, not waiting for him to respond.

"No problem." He pats Olivia's hand and grabs the last few dishes his mother left behind and followed her into the kitchen.

"Fitz, what are you thinking?"

"Excuse me?" He asked confused and set the dishes in the sink.

"Correct me if I am wrong, but in less than three weeks you are going to pack up all of your things and follow behind Olivia to Europe for six months?"

"Yes, that's what we said the first time."

"Don't get snippy, Fitz. I am still your mother and as your mother I want you to know this is a bad idea, no more like a terrible idea. Did you even think about this or did you two just decide that this is what y'all we're going to do on a whim?"

"No matter how it was decided, I don't see the problem. It's six months. I'm not leaving permanently." Fitz said firmly and Sarah slanted her eyes. "Mother approves." He mocked her voice, repeating her previous words. "Remember? What happened to that? I thought you liked Olivia."

"I like Olivia, I do. I like Olivia a lot. But I do not like Olivia enough to give you my approval to run halfway around the world with her. That is out of the question, Fitzgerald."

"Oh, so your approval of Olivia comes with limitations." Fitz responds sarcastically and rolled his eyes. "Can't you see that this is what I want?"

"I do see that this is what you want. I see that you want it so much that you're not thinking logically." Fitz scoffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest while his mother continued. "Where are you going to get the money to do this from? What about your job? Your apartment? Think about all of the responsibility you're leaving behind. Not to mention what you're going to do when you get there. Where will you live? What will you eat? How do you plan to get around?"

"You didn't give me a chance to finish." He whines, almost sounding like a child. "We have a plan. It's not perfect, but we do have one. If she has to leave without me and I follow behind her a few weeks later, that's fine. I can do six months away from New York, but I can't do six months away from Olivia. I love her, ma, and I want to be with her. Please don't fight me on this."

Sarah walked towards her son and placed her palm against his cheek. He uncrossed his arms and dropped them to his side, feeling defeated. Besides Olivia, his mother was the only other woman to hold his heart and her approval meant the world to him. "I'm not fighting you, Fitz." She says in a motherly tone. "You're happy and you're in love and I love that! No one is happier for you than me." Fitz looks away when she tries to meet his eyes with hers and she grabs his face and turns his head. "Look at me. Fitz, you're an adult now, you're going to make your own decisions no matter what I say or think. If this is what you really want to do then go, but all I ask is that you do your dear mother one small favor."

"And what's that?"

"Think about this one more time. Sit down without Olivia in your ear-"

"She's not in my ear. It was her idea but my decision." He didn't like what she was implying and felt the need to defend Olivia. "She didn't trick me or twist my arm into saying yes. I willingly did so on my own."

"Fitz, let me finish. I can not tell you to not go, all I can say is that I would appreciate it if you really thought this through and decided if this is what you really want."

"Okay." He sighs heavily. "I'm not changing my mind but for you I will think it over one last time."

"Thank you." She says, grateful and Fitz pulled her into a loving hug.

Olivia hurried back to her seat on the couch before either would realized that she was listening in on their conversation. She crossed her legs and hid her reaction well to what she heard when they came back into the living room. They both were smiling and acting normal, as if the conversation in the kitchen hadn't taken place. Olivia pulls back from the new conversation between them, and replays Sarah's words over and over in her head. Maybe she had a point. The longer she sat there thinking over their plan the more she realized that it was full of flaws and suddenly felt Fitz coming with her was not a good idea.

"You know, Fitz, I've been thinking..." Olivia begins but her thoughts are cut short when she released an unexpected moan as a result of Fitz sucking down on her neck. They were barely through the front door of Fitz's apartment when he grabbed her and tossed her back against the wall, attacking her lips.

"Mom is happy for us." He says in-between urgent kisses.

"Oh, really?" She raised her eyebrow and went to work unbuttoning his shirt.

"Yeah, she's real excited." He unbuttoned her pants and tugged them down. Dropping the pair of jeans to the floor, he pulled her panties to the side and teased her clit with the tip of his erection. He moved so fast, she didn't realize he'd already rid himself of his pants and underwear. She was still working on the top button of his shirt.

"Wait, Fitz, no w-"

"I know, no wall sex." He growls and flips them around. Olivia instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her towards the couch. "Bent over the couch sex." He placed her back on her feet and turned her over. "Are you already wet for me, Livvie?" He licked two fingers and touched her sex while rocking his hips against hers. His lips meet with the skin on her neck and he placed opened mouth kisses down her back.

"Put it in." He whispered to her and she reached behind her to grab his throbbing member. Her thumb brushed across the tip of his erection and he released a deep, throaty moan. Bringing him to her opening, she slid back on his dick until he filled her completely. They both gasped and Fitz grabbed her by the waist. Her body screamed out for him and pulled him in, tightly gripping his member. Fitz entangled his hand in Olivia's hair and pounded into her relentlessly. She stood on her toes and dug her nails into the couch and bucked her ass back. Their bodies dripped together, adrenaline pumping through their veins as their hard moans echo around the living room. His legs were shaking, her body was trembling. It felt too good to believe. His sticky, hot skin stuck to hers as he grunted out in pleasure and a strong climax shook through him.

Olivia sighs heavily as the last wave of her own orgasm rocks out of. She takes a moment to gather herself and Fitz is still inside of her when she looks back to give him a kiss. He's smiling down at her, his eyes still glistening with desire. Her heart is pumping hard and she doesn't know if it's because of the sex that just took place or the look in Fitz's eye.

"I can't believe I get to say this as much as I want, but I love you, Olivia Pope."

Until next time! :)