AN: Hello all! Just want to say sorry it's been so long since I last updated! I have not abandoned this story but as many of you know I was studying for my licensure exams. I passed them both and I am now a practicing doctor of pharmacy! Hope I haven't lost the interest of so many wonderful readers! Now I'm adjusting to the work world so updates may not be as often as I'd like, but they will come more frequently than the span between my last update and this one! Thanks so much for your patience! I hope this chapter is all that you've been waiting for!

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Chapter 10

Fitz awoke just as Olivia was shifting her position on him. Totally oblivious to her, she'd just rubbed her thigh against his morning wood, and he was having a very difficult time remaining appropriate. He kept his eyes closed and took a deep breath, and he could smell the lavender and chamomile lotion on Olivia's hand that rested against the shadow along his jaw line. His arms were still wrapped securely around Olivia's waist. He finally opened his eyes and realized that it was 6 a.m. the following morning.

He'd only planned on staying on Olivia's sofa until she woke up from her nap, but apparently that never happened. He glanced down at her, and she was truly a sight to behold. She lay with her right hand resting along the side of his face and her left hand under her own head on his chest while her hair fell in loose waves across her arm. Her right leg was bent at his hip and her left rested straight between his. She looked so calm, so peaceful. Fitz was sure he could wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life.

Fitz moved his hands and he felt her bare skin. The t-shirt he'd placed on her last night had risen and gathered around her stomach leaving her completely bare from waist down. This was definitely not helping his current situation. He started rubbing circles against her lower back in an attempt to rouse her from her slumber.

"Livvie," he called softly, "Livvie,"

Olivia groaned and turned over placing her face in the crook of her arm to block out the sunlight. Fitz chuckled softly and tried again. "Livvie, it's time to wake up. You should probably get in bed, and I should get going."

"Nooo," Olivia groaned and tried to shift back to her comfortable spot when she realized she was lying on top of a man. She was lying on top of Fitz. Suddenly the events from the previous day came rushing back to her memory, and she felt a familiar ache between her thighs. Fitz continued rubbing gentle circles in her lower back trying to get her up again.

"Livvie, we have to get up. I should get going so you can get in your bed and get some good sleep," he says, and he feels her shift positions on top of him again. This time he's sure she felt his morning length when she semi-consciously rocks her hips against the same spot for the second time.

"No, Fitz. I got the best sleep I've had in years right here with you," she confesses finally looking up at him as he takes in the peace reflected in her large doe eyes. Olivia has never felt this calm, this relaxed in such a long time it's almost unbelievable that she managed more than three hours of sleep. "Thank you for that," she smiled and placed a gentle kiss to the side of his neck.

"I told you, there is nothing to thank me for. I should be the one thanking you," Fitz said with a kiss to her forehead.

"Thanking me for what?"

"For opening up to me after all the hurt you've been through. For allowing me to see you—allowing me to see Livvie, even if it's only a little peek. Thank you, for trusting me," he smiled and met her lips with his own. Olivia kissed Fitz with so much passion, so much gratitude for the things she couldn't voice. In that kiss she thanked him for being there when she needed him most, and being there even when she hadn't realized she needed him. Fitz had done so much for her in such a short period of time, and she didn't think he would ever realize the magnitude to which his presence affected her life.

They continued to kiss as Fitz's hands roamed Olivia's body. She broke the kiss and allowed her lips to graze the spot on Fitz's neck that she loved. She started sucking gently there and reached into his briefs for his manhood. She wrapped her small hand around him and began stroking his length rubbing her thumb in circles across his tip.

"Livvie," he moaned and she brought her lips back to meet his in a soul-searing kiss before responding.

"Yes Fitz?" she replied innocently looking into Fitz's eyes. Her own eyes were blazing with the same desire she saw reflected in his. They knew this was the moment everything between them would change. Fitz crashed his lips into Olivia's again. Their tongues flowed against each other like a practiced song and dance. They kissed each other like it was habit—like they'd been doing it for years.

Fitz's lips left Olivia's and trailed kisses along her jaw line to the sweet spot just below her ear. Just as he expected Olivia moaned and began grinding her soaked core onto his sweatpants. That spot always got her to make the sexiest sounds. Fitz sat up and Olivia straddled his lap. He moved his hand to her warm, bare center and began stroking her folds earning him a strangled moan.

"Fitz, baby…." Olivia moaned and she didn't have to say anything more. Fitz knew that she was just as ready as he was—she needed him as much as he needed her. He picked Olivia up and walked toward her bedroom with a little direction from her. He kicked a few boxes out of the way and made it to her bed. He pulled her comforter back and laid Olivia down in the center of her bed. Fitz gazed down at her in awe of the beauty before him. Her dark brown hair was sprawled out over her white sheets, and she was a vision of perfection wearing nothing but his black t-shirt.

Fitz leaned down and captured Olivia's lips as he rubbed his hands up and down her thighs. Olivia laced her fingers through his silken curls and broke their kiss to bite down on Fitz's earlobe fully satisfied with his resulting shudder. Fitz removed his shirt from her body and took a moment to admire her amazing body. Olivia licked her lips and looked up at Fitz as he removed his sweatpants leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. He reclaimed his position between her opened thighs and dipped his head to capture her nipple between his teeth.

"Oh my...mmmmmhhhh," Olivia moaned allowing her head to fall back. Fitz moved to her other breast to pay the same attention. Olivia could feel the throbbing between her thighs intensify, and she needed nothing more than a sweet relief.

"Mmm….Livvie," Fitz moaned when Olivia's hand found its way wrapped back around his growing length. She stroked him slowly as her tongue caressed his silently pleading for him to take her to the next level of pleasure. Fitz slid two fingers through her warm moisture rubbing her clit with a gentle pressure. He continued until Olivia was whimpering against his mouth. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered hoarsely, "Baby, I need to taste you again. Can I do that Livvie? Will you let me taste you Sweet Baby?"

"Yessssss," Olivia moaned and watched as Fitz pulled her to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees laying her thighs across his shoulders. He placed gentle kisses all over her center avoiding her pulsing bundle of nerves. He kissed the insides of her thighs and nipped the skin there sending Olivia's back arching off the bed. It was the sweetest torture she'd ever endured. Fitz returned his attention to her center and repeated his kisses before blowing gently on her. When she shuddered he captured her bundle between his lips and wrapped his tongue around it.

"Oh…..Fitz," she moaned.

Fitz continued working his tongue on her jewel while she squirmed beneath him and tangled her fingers in his hair. He felt her nails graze his scalp, and he knew she was getting closer. He inserted his finger into her warmth and began stroking her before adding a second finger. Fitz began curling his fingers upward to hit her spot with every stroke, and he could feel Olivia's thighs begin to tremble.

"Mmmhmm, right there baby," she moaned as she felt herself coming closer and closer to the edge. She'd never felt such pleasure in her life. Fitz gave two slow flicks of his tongue across her bundle and then captured it between his lips one last time bringing Olivia completely over her pleasurable cliff.

He kissed his way back up her body admiring the pure satisfaction written across her face. Olivia looked up at Fitz, and she could see her essence coating his lips. He moved to kiss her, and she darted her tongue licking his lips to taste herself on them as she felt a new wave of arousal hit her. Fitz met her tongue with his and kissed her passionately while he removed his briefs before rejoining Olivia on her bed. Olivia resumed stroking him, and she slid his tip slowly through her slick folds before lining him up at her entrance.

Fitz looked down at Olivia for reassurance. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him leisurely, sensually while wrapping her legs around his waist opening herself up completely to him, and that was all the reassurance he needed. Fitz began entering Olivia and they both moaned loudly from the pleasure. Fitz entered her slowly giving her time to adjust to his size. He felt Olivia shift her hips and took that as a sign to move. His strokes started out long and deliberate and Olivia met him stroke for stroke.

"Livvie, you're so tight baby. It's so good," Fitz moaned. He lifted one of her legs higher on his waist allowing him to go deeper into her heat as he picked up the pace of his strokes. Olivia was in a whole new world. She'd never experienced such immense pleasure from sex—especially not with Edison. For Fitz though, this was more than just physical pleasure. This woman held the strings to his heart. Every stroke, every moan, every scream let her in just a little bit more. This was the best sex of his life.

"Aah…..right there baby…I'm so close Fitz," she panted.

"That's it Livvie. Let go for me baby, let go," Fitz said as he swirled his hips with each stroke to hit her spot. He was close, but he was going to make sure Olivia finished first.

"OH…..damnnnn…mmmmmh" Olivia moaned while digging her nails into Fitz's back. With every swivel of his hips he was bringing her closer and closer to another earth-shattering orgasm.

"Right there baby…..you're right there. Let go for me Livvie," Fitz said as he felt Olivia's walls squeeze him tightly.

"Aaaahhhh….oh…..FIIITZZZZZ!" she screamed as her orgasm came crashing through her body. After more strokes combined with her screams of pleasure, her nails in his back, and her muscles pulsing around him, Fitz followed Olivia moaning her name and spilling his hot seed deep into her love canal.

Fitz collapsed on Olivia and rolled them over placing her on top of him to avoid crushing her tiny frame. He pulled the cover up over them and rubbed her back soothingly placing a soft kiss to her forehead and then one to her lips which she returned smiling up at him. She was so grateful to have Fitz a part of her life. Never had a man paid so much attention to her wants and needs in any area of life—let alone in the bedroom. That was definitely the best sex of her life, but what if it wasn't good enough for him? Had she just been a selfish lover? What if he….

"Relax Livvie, you're supposed to be relaxed baby," Fitz said interrupting her internal rant. "No thinking, just relaxing right now. Now close your eyes," Fitz whispered and continued rubbing her back until Olivia drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Olivia stretched and reached across her bed for the strong arms that she'd slept in all night and all morning. She had no idea what time it was—and she didn't really care either. She had not slept that good in at least ten years. She hadn't slept that good since she'd stopped taking the medicine to help her nightmares go away, but last night in Fitz's arms she'd gotten the best sleep. Olivia scooted further over in her bed hoping to come into contact with Fitz's warm body only to find that his side of the bed was cold and empty.

"Fitz?" she called out listening intently for a reply. When met with silence she moved to get out of the bed and found his shirt and sweatpants were still on the floor in her room. She headed to her bathroom to complete her morning routine and set out to find Fitz.

She opened her bedroom door and was met with an amazing aroma of pancakes, bacon, and something else she couldn't place her finger on. She quietly approached her kitchen to find Fitz at her stove cooking. With his back turned to her she was able to fully appreciate the dance of his muscles with every slight move he made. She felt a tingle starting in her lower stomach and shook her head to clear her thoughts. Where on earth did this man come from?

It amazed Olivia how much she felt for Fitz in such a short time period. Granted, she'd known him for a little over 3 months and he had helped her through one of the most difficult experiences of her life, but she didn't feel her deeply rooted attraction to him was based on his support during that time alone or based on a physical attraction. It was rooted in so much more. It wasn't just that he was there—it was that he seemed completely invested in her. His eyes told her she could trust him. His presence wasn't just physical; it was emotional as well. It was in the way he looked at her, the care with which he touched her. It was in the lengths he went to make sure she smiled—to make sure she was truly happy.

Olivia walked up behind Fitz and wrapped her arms around his waist resting her cheek on his back.

"Now how am I supposed to bring you breakfast in bed if you're not in bed?" Fitz turned in Olivia's arms and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"I woke up and you weren't there but all of your clothes were, so I came to make sure you weren't giving my apartment building a free show," she laughed.

"No worries baby. The only shows I give now are privately reserved for you, unless the pay is really good," he joked turning around to tend to the food cooking on the stove. Olivia laughed and pinched his butt cheek causing a surprised yell, "Hey!"

"Anyway, what are you cooking?" she asked rubbing her fingertips across his abs and placing soft kisses in the center of his back.

"We have pancakes, omelets, bacon, and a fresh fruit salad. How does that sound beautiful?"

"It sounds good," she smiled.

"Great! Now back to bed you go so I can complete my mission of serving you breakfast in bed," Fitz said turning around to place a kiss to Olivia's forehead and gently moving her in the direction of her bedroom.

He finished cooking and, as promised, fed her breakfast in bed while they shared sweet kisses and talked about any and every thing. They took a shower together and thoroughly enjoyed round two before Fitz decided to head home to work on a few projects. After he left Olivia called Abby to set up a meeting time and took a brief nap while she waited for Abby to come over.

"My God! When is this bitch's contract up?!" Abby exclaimed.

"Not for another 7 months Abbs," Olivia sighed.

"She seriously needs to get laid, man," Abby said eyeing Olivia suspiciously.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing," Abby stated and pretended to shift her attention to the document in her hand. "So how many additional looks does Mademoiselle Willbrooks want altered to fit her 'vision of elegance' for the company?" she added sarcastically.

"Well we have roughly five more designs to complete before she will look at the drafts and decide if she wants them or not."

"Seriously?! Seriously Liv?! We have to complete five designs just to see if she even likes them? This bitch has lost her mind! Can we drop her?"

"No we can't drop her. We've always had a great relationship with the company until she started overseeing the advertising designs. Apparently she wants a voice in all aspects of the company, even though she and every other board member has been satisfied with all the advertising designs for the last two years."

"Whatever. She's crazy, but at least we have the drafts out of the way. We should be able to complete them between this week and next week and then if she doesn't like them she can kick rocks," Abby finished with a wave of her hand. She rose from her seat in Olivia's home office and headed out of the room, "Now I don't know about you, but I could use some wine."

"Yeah, you can pour me a glass too. Thanks," Olivia replied following Abby out of the room and going into the living room.

Abby returned with two glasses and a bottle of chilled Cabernet Sauvignon. She poured them each a glass and handed Olivia's to her. They talked about Abby's date night with Stephen and upcoming events that the two were planning to attend.

"So are you planning on bringing that sexy Greek God of yours to Stephen's birthday party?" Abby asked raising her eyebrows at Olivia.

"Abby, must you refer to him as that?" Olivia asked trying to hide the flush she felt in her face and the smile threatening to break through.

"Yes, especially when it makes you blush like that! Spill the beans," Abby demanded.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Olivia said taking another sip from her glass and averting her gaze.

"Oh really? Olivia your cheeks are redder than an orangutan's ass, and that dreamy, far-away-'I'm floating on a cloud'-look, you've had that look in your eyes all day. No ma'am; that shade of red and that look only means one thing: you've seen him naked…."

"Abigail Elyse!"

"See there it is again," Abby said taking note of the redness returning to Olivia's face no matter how hard she tried to suppress it.

"Do we have to talk about this?"

"Yep! Now spill the beans Carolyn," Abby smirked knowing Olivia hated being called by her middle name—which was evident in the glare she received.

"Fine, but no comments from the peanut gallery," Olivia said giving Abby a knowing look.

"Scout's honor," Abby said raising her right hand and adjusting on the sofa in preparation for some juicy info. Olivia revealed the events of the previous day that she and Fitz spent together—from the accident in the park to Olivia cleaning and dressing his wound up until the reflexology massage. She intentionally left out the rest of the information.

"We had a really great time together," she finished with shining eyes.

"And that's it? Sooo, you didn't see him naked? Did he at least see you naked? Was anyone naked?!"

"Does someone always have to get naked for two adults to have a good time together?"

"Yes, and stop avoiding the question!" Abby stated plainly. Olivia looked at her confused. "DID…YOU..SEE..HIM..NAKED?"

"What? No Abby," Olivia scoffed and buried her guilt with another swig from her wine glass, which also effectively hid her face, but Abby wasn't giving up.

"Really?" Abby asked and Olivia nodded with her glass still up to her mouth. "Fine, give me your phone."

"Wha? Why?"

"Just give me your phone," Abby said calmly, and Olivia obliged.

"Abby do you really think I would have a naked picture of Fitz in my phone?"

"Nope."

"Well what are you looking for in my phone?"

"This!" Abby said triumphantly and pressed a button on Olivia's phone before turning up the volume. She could hear water running—almost like the sounds of a waterfall or shower. Olivia almost choked on the wine she was drinking when she discovered what Abby had been looking for in her phone. She stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth flew open while her eyes bulged as the voices became louder.

"Damn, Livvie. That's it baby…..right there,"

"Mmmmmh, Fitz….it's so good,"

"You're so tight baby…"

"Abby turn it off!" Olivia said lunging towards Abby to grab her phone.

"Nope," she replied moving the phone out of Olivia's reach.

"Don't stop baby….please don….please don't stop,"

"You gonna cum for me Livvie? You ready Sweet Baby?"

"Sweet Baby?!" Abby asked incredulously and burst into laughter, "What the hell?"

"Abigail! Give me my phone now! Turn it off!" Olivia said her face flush with embarrassment.

"Nope," Abby laughed.

"Mmmmmhhmmmm….I'm so….close…so close baby,"

"Let go baby, I'm right here with you..."

"Aaaah….aaahhhh…FIIIITTTZZZZ….mmmmm,"

"MMMM, Livvie,"

Abby ended the recording and handed a thoroughly embarrassed Olivia her phone back.

"DAMN, you two are nasty Liv! Ya'll were getting it IN!"

"Bitch, get out," Olivia said throwing a pillow towards Abby. "How the hell did you even get this?"

"Well…Being the awesome friend that I am, I came to your apartment early this morning. I made a mad dash for your room to wake you up, so I never noticed the gym bag by the door until I was on my way out. Anyway, I heard the shower running in your bathroom, so I jumped onto your bed to wait for you like I usually do when I break in," she paused to give a satisfied grin before continuing; "That was, until I noticed your room didn't smell as crisp as it usually does. It smelled like a man—it smelled like sex. I looked down at your messy sheets and was totally grossed out. I was completely prepared to barge into your bathroom when I heard a man moaning. I knew your ass would deny it because you're such a prude, so I took your phone from your night table and turned on the recorder before I literally crawled out of my skin getting the hell out of here."

"I cannot believe you recorded us! Your sneaky ass is giving me my key back! As a matter of fact, don't bother, I'm changing my locks! Wait is that why you knocked when you came this afternoon?" Olivia asked. She was wondering why Abby would knock on her door when she used her key any other time.

"Of course that's why. I did not want to walk in on you two going at it like jack rabbits, so I took the safe approach and knocked."

"You have reached an entirely new level of crazy," Olivia said shaking her head at her best friend.

"Maybe to you, but I'd like to think I've always been this crazy. Enough about me though. How was it?" Abby asked looking at Olivia expectantly.

Olivia couldn't hide the blush or the smile that graced her face this time. "It was…it was amazing."

"Amazing like he could give past conquests a run for their money, amazing?"

"No," she replied shaking her head slowly. "Amazing like he doesn't even deserve to be compared because he's in a totally different class of amazing- amazing. That was the best sex of my life."

"Oh…my God. You are totally falling for him Liv," Abby said like a profound revelation.

"I….what? No I'm not. I barely even know him."

"Liv, this is a good thing. Don't run from it. He is not Edison. He won't put you through half the things Edison and Jake put you through, and the look in your eyes right now is one I've never seen before. You look happy—and free. Don't allow fear to take that from you. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and what kind of friend would I be if I didn't make sure you went after it?" Abby asked sincerely.

"But I'm technically still married because Edison is fighting this divorce. He's been married before, and even though he didn't say much about it I could tell it wasn't a good one. He completely shut down when it came up in conversation yesterday. I just don't think I'm what's best for him."

"One-Edison is a jackass, and he's going to give you that divorce whether he knows it or not. Two-so what if he's been married before—maybe now he knows exactly what he does and doesn't want. And three- don't sell yourself short—any man would be lucky to have you Liv. You're kind, caring, supportive, and fun. Let him decide what's best for him, and if that's you, then be the best you, you know how to be. There's no rush. Just go with the flow. Does spending time with him make you happy?"

Olivia smiled brightly and responded, "The happiest I've been in a very long time."

"Then let yourself be happy. You are owed Olivia."

Fitz had been in his house with music playing while he danced around all day. Nothing could bring his mood down; he was on cloud nine. He'd completed several projects for work on Monday, and he couldn't wait to see Olivia's reaction to the on-site office he was having designed for her, Abby, and Quinn in his building. It would cut down on them having to carry samples and presentation designs from building to building so often with the added bonus that maybe, just maybe, she'd choose to work from his building on some days.

He was falling—totally and completely—for this amazing woman. Olivia was everything he could have dreamed he wanted in a woman plus so much more. Her smile brightened his day and her laugh was music to his soul—it was truly the best sound in the world to him. He'd fought long and hard to close his heart off to whatever was transpiring between them, but whenever he was in her presence or thought about her, the walls around his heart came tumbling down. She truly held the key to his heart.

Fitz couldn't help but acknowledge the mistakes of his past, though. True, he trusted Olivia, but what if she decided this wasn't what she wanted and ran like his ex-wife had done? He couldn't take going through the sting of abandonment he'd endured in his past. He wasn't in love, per se, but he did love and care deeply for her. He was completely dedicated to making the best of their situation only to be left high and dry in the end. He'd felt so used when he thought she genuinely cared about him—he thought she was at least his friend.

He'd had enough reminiscing about the past and decided he would check his phone. He noticed a text from Olivia saying she was thinking about him and how much she'd enjoyed his company yesterday. There was also a text from one of his close friends David, who worked in the legal department of his company, inviting him to meet him and another friend Charlie for drinks.

Fitz quickly texted Olivia back and agreed to meet up with David and Charlie for drinks at a sports bar on the other side of town for a quick drink. He decided he'd take a nice, hot shower before going out, so he could climb right into bed when he got back home. He had an early day at work tomorrow. He pulled out some dark blue jeans and a light blue shirt from his closet and set them out to wear. He hopped in the shower and allowed the hot water to fall over his body.

His mind drifted to earlier that morning when he and Olivia had shared a pleasurably memorable shower. He remembered the way the water looked glistening on her body. The way her hands intently spread soap over his body, and then the way her inner muscles had gripped his full length. She was amazing, and he felt like he was in heaven. He remembered how he'd felt every contraction of her smooth walls perfectly.

Oh SHIT! Fitz thought and rushed through his shower and ran out of his bathroom to text Olivia.

FG: Livvie! Call me ASAP!

He sent the text and waited about five minutes before his phone started to ring. He answered before the second ring.

"Livvie," he answered almost out of breath.

"Fitz? What's wrong?" Olivia asked concerned by the panic in his voice.

"Protection, Liv…" he rushed out incapable of forming complete sentences.

"What are you talking about Fitz?"

"Protection Livvie—we didn't use protection."

AN: So they finally did the do! Was it too much? Not enough? I tried...What do we think about no protection? Fitz is freaking out, but how will Liv respond? Ideas, suggestions, tips?

I hope you enjoyed and as always thanks for reading!

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