Get Closer

Fitz's POV
I kicked the door closed with my foot and let go of Olivia's hip long enough to lock the door behind us. Our lips were still fused together as if the deepest and darkest mysteries of the world could only be found there. That was partially true in my opinion.

She pulled away from me for a moment and picked up her purse from the floor. I couldn't stop the frustrated words as they flew out of my mouth. "What the hell are you doing?"

She grabbed her cell phone, pushed the button on the side, and then turned her attention back to me. "I'm turning off my phone because I don't want any interruptions. You should do the same. It's gonna be a long night."

I found it interesting that she had read my mind about it being a long night, and had thought clearly enough to think about turning our phones off. It was a good idea. I reached inside my jacket and turned the device off and threw it on the small table.

Once the phones were off and forgotten once again, I concentrated on her. I wanted Olivia desperately, but didn't want to rush a second of it. I wanted to enjoy discovering every little thing that made her sigh and scream, and everything in between. If I was going to lose my job on my way to hell, I wanted the trip to be well worth the price.

I picked her back up and gently pushed her up against the closest wall with her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. My hands had started out on her hips, but given the opportunity, they hadn't been able to resist gripping her shapely ass. I gazed into her deep brown eyes and she stared back at me. I wanted to make sure that she really wanted this and had thought about the repercussions that would surely come later. Her eyes flicked back and forth between my eyes and she nodded slightly at me before tilting her head, licking her lips, and moving her head closer to mine.

I met her the rest of the way and brushed my lips over hers in the softest kiss I had ever experienced. I cracked my eyes open and found her brown ones looking back at me. Apparently, she didn't want to miss anything either. Determined to make sure neither one of us missed anything, I slowly set her down on her feet and pulled away from her lips. Olivia whined from the broken contact. As cute as it was, I planned on bringing that and many other noises from her before the night was over.

Not being animalistic, but not being the most patient man either, I reached my anxious hands to the top of her lilac colored blouse. Slowly and methodically I opened the first button and flicked my gaze up at her. She pushed her chest out a little further, making the remaining buttons strained and shot me a defiant look.

I had no idea what she liked or what she was into, but I was going to enjoy every moment of learning. Keeping my eyes on hers, my hands slid down her sides, gripped her blouse, and abruptly jerked it up from the tucked position inside the waistband of her black dress pants. No more strained buttons. As her face registered surprise, I shot her a defiant smirk. Olivia put her hands on her hips, in a type of Superman pose, and raised one eyebrow at me. Challenging me.

Always up for a challenge, I grinned at her and my fingers went to the second button. I flicked it open effortlessly, followed by the third. I caught a glimpse of pink lace and my grin grew wider as my erection grew harder. I couldn't contain the "Mmmmm" that escaped my throat in appreciation of her matching unmentionables. The rest of the buttons were opened quickly, and Olivia stood there with her purple silk blouse hanging open and her hands on her hips. My eyes took a moment to unabashedly roam her perfectly smooth skin and perky lace covered breasts. She looked fucking delectable!

I got down on one knee in front of her and watched the confusion cross her face. I tapped on her right ankle, but still she looked down at me, not understanding. I tapped on her ankle once more with raised eyebrows and watched realization cross her features. She put a hand on my shoulder and lifted her right foot with a small smile on her face. I took off her black heel and gently set it on the floor, repeating the process with her left foot without incident.

Once her shoes were out of the way, I gently put my hands on her waist and brought my lips to the firm perfect skin just above her bellybutton. Her stomach muscles flinched at my touch, but soon calmed as I continued pressing my lips to every inch of her exposed mocha skin. As my mouth began its curious exploration upward, Olivia put her hands in my hair and began massaging my scalp.

Finally, I was eye level with her pink lace covered treasures. I tilted my head back to look into her eyes, not wanting to do anything she didn't want me to. The quiet in the hotel room from the lack of words between us accentuated her every breath. Apparently, Olivia was enjoying the quiet as well, because silently she brought her arms up in front of her, grasped the open edges of her blouse, and slid it off her shoulders. It pooled at the floor behind her. That was all the go ahead I needed.

As I moved my hands unhurriedly to her back to unhook her bra, freeing its round hostages, Olivia grabbed a fistful of the front of my shirt and brought me to my feet. Finally, her voice, full of authority, broke the silence. "You have on too many clothes." How she made that sound sexy is still a mystery to me.

Her voice echoed through the room. Trying to comply with her observation, I brought my hands up to take off my jacket, but they were slapped away by two much smaller ones. I tilted my head to the right and watched her take a step closer to me. She slipped her hands onto my shoulders, but under my jacket, and pushed it onto the floor to join her blouse.

It appeared Olivia wanted some hands-on experience of her own. I watched her face as she brought my right hand between us and opened the button at my wrist, and then the one on my left wrist. As she finished the smaller buttons there, my hands gravitated to her waist. I had to touch her. I couldn't keep my hands off of her. She reached her tiny hands up and pulled my tie loose and then off, flinging it to the floor. And then she began undoing the buttons down the front of my shirt. After the fourth one, she was easily opening them one handed and her left hand reached around my body and gripped my ass, all while she kept eye contact with me. Now it was my turn to be breathing hard. This simple act I performed every single day had turned into one of the sexiest things ever.

She pushed my dress shirt off of my shoulders and then pulled my white t-shirt up and over my head quickly. I don't know what kind of reaction I was expecting, but the expression on her face was ten times better than anything I had conjured in my wildest thoughts. Olivia looked like she was in a momentary trance, and then her hands came up and splayed out between us. Very slowly, almost nervously, she moved them in my direction until they softly landed on my chest. She moaned lightly as her fingers roamed my chest and abs.

I'd almost be happy letting her do this all night. Almost.

"Are you okay?" I asked, slightly amused.

"Don't ever stop running. Your chest is," her nimble fingers continued their exploration. "fuuuuuck" she whispered reverently, before licking her lips while I waited to hear what it was. "Perfect."

Her hands reluctantly traveled down to my belt which she swiftly unbuckled. There was no way in hell I was going to let her spend near as much time down south as she had at my chest. I would come in an instant. She squatted in front of me, having no interest in looking up at my face any longer. She looked like a kid in a candy store and I planned to give her whatever she wanted. Still, I looked down, completely aroused as she eagerly pulled my zipper down. She hesitated and balled her hands into fists and then quickly opened them, and then balled them again. She was nervous it seemed. I smiled at the revelation and waited to see what her next move was.

After a minute of watching her continually tighten and open her fists, I toed off my dress shoes and kicked them away. That seemed to stir her out of her fog and her hands stilled momentarily before she gripped my pants at the hips and tugged them down my long legs. But Olivia wasn't paying attention to my pants. Her eyes were glued to the bulge that was tenting my boxer briefs. Her eyes were wide, just like her mouth and I had wicked thoughts of stuffing her mouth with my engorged length.

Before I could think about that any further though, Olivia yanked down my briefs and started stroking my length. Taken completely by surprise by her bold move, all I could do was stand there and watch her small hands work and groan at the amazing feeling. I made the mistake of throwing my head back and closing my eyes, trying like hell to just enjoy the moment. That was when I felt her warm mouth surround the tip as her hand continued its ruthless rhythm on the base.

"Fuck me!" I groaned out loudly. She truly had a magical mouth and while it felt more amazing than I had ever imagined and didn't want it to end, I also didn't want her to feel obligated to finish the job. I looked down at her and saw her watching me as my hips seemed to be in disagreement with my mind and moved in time. She took more of me into her mouth. "If you...keep that up..." I hissed out a breath. "I'm not gonna be...fuck! be able tooooo...Stop. Olivia!"

She held onto my hips, answered with a negative sound, and continued with her work. The vibrations from her throaty answer pushed me closer to the edge. I put my hands on both sides of her head and my hips picked up the pace a little. There was no way she could take all of my length, but she did a damned good job with what she did handle. "Feels so good" I panted out.

Moments later, I was breathing hard and choked out, "almost there." I held back as long as I could. I really did. It wasn't much longer that I was breathlessly warning her, "I'm about to...to...Ahhhhhh, fuck!" I held her head still as my body shuddered and emptied into her mouth while my chest heaved.

I stepped out of my pants and underwear while she wiped the edge of her mouth and smiled proudly to herself. I caught the moment but said nothing, and returned the favor by pulling her up to her feet. Her eyes met mine once again and she warned, "I always finish what I start."

"I'll keep that in mind." I replied with a smile of my own. She closed her mouth when she saw my smile. I put my hand at the back of her head and brought her mouth to mine for more heated kisses. Every ounce of our hungry anticipation came through in the kiss. Olivia put her arms around my back and the more the kiss intensified, the more she clawed it with her nails. I ended the kiss before she drew blood and told her plainly, "Now you have on too many clothes."

"Do you want to remedy that? Or should I?" She asked defiantly with her hand back on her hip.

"You couldn't keep me from remedying it." I informed her in a low authoritative voice. I hooked my finger into the front of her pants and pulled her none too gently towards me. The gasp that escaped her lips let me know Olivia was more surprised than fearful by my actions. That was very interesting to me. I decided to push it a little and see exactly where her boundaries were. "Turn around." She didn't hesitate, and complied with my demand.

I pulled the hair on her shoulder out of the way and leaned down into her neck, running my tongue along the column of it. She immediately craned her neck in the opposite direction, granting me access to all of the tender perfumed skin there, and brought her arm up and around to the back of my head. I began kissing her neck, which led to me sucking on it. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to learn that it was a sweet spot for her because she melted into my arms.

My hands traveled very slowly down her sides, across her flat stomach, and over the tops of her thighs. She quivered while I touched her partially dressed body and I couldn't wait to get her all the way unwrapped and really get her writhing with need. My large hands slid to her inner thighs and I took my time running them up and down while still playing in her neck. The moment my fingers grazed her center Olivia let out an inhuman noise and ground her ass into my crotch. Her remaining clothes had to go!

I brought my hands up to the top of her pants, opening the button and pulling down the zipper. Instead of rushing to get her pants off, I flattened my hand against her belly and slid it down inside of her panties to see just what kind of effect I was having on her. When I felt the moisture between her thighs I groaned loudly and something in me snapped.

I growled and spun her around, squatting in front of her, and hastily tugged her pants down with a determined look on my face. When I got them off, I looked up at Olivia's face and noted with great satisfaction that she was still watching me. Alternating legs, I kissed my way back up to her face where I devoured her mouth hungrily. I felt her arms go around my neck, and as our mouths stayed fused together, I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Done with the patient thing, I picked her up and carried Olivia to bed.

I laid her down and she looked up at me boldly, waiting for my next move, with a sly smile on her face. She raised her arms above her head, letting them fall on her pillow, and bent one of her legs at the knee. Her confidence with her body was incredibly sexy.

Again, I let my eyes roam her seemingly flawless body and the desire I felt was painful. I wanted nothing more than to have our bodies immediately and intimately connected until the early morning hour with Olivia begging me to stop and let her rest. But I also wanted her to enjoy our time together and think of it every waking minute of every day. I was setting the bar pretty high for myself, and I was determined to deliver.

I put my knee on the bottom of the bed and slowly crawled my way up to her, stopping now and then to lick and nibble on her skin. Her inner thigh, her hip, her stomach. I moved up a few inches and found myself hovering over her breasts. I stuck my tongue out and lazily dragged it across her soft bud. I picked up my head a few inches and blew on it, watching as it stood at attention, beckoning me. I licked my lips and latched onto it with great fervor. Olivia inhaled sharply, arched her back, and grabbed the back of my head at the same time.

I grabbed her hand and interlocked our fingers as I continued to lick, suck, and gently bite on her nipple. She writhed under my body and it drove me to continue my feast. I moved my head to the other one, lavishing the same mix of gentle and aggressive attention. She was panting and gripping my hand hard as I continued my assault on her body.

Wanting to see how much higher I could drive her, I released her nipple and got on my knees and concentrated on getting rid of the last small piece of pink lace. I roughly pulled the tiny barrier down her legs and dropped it somewhere. I took a moment to admire her gorgeous, firm, little body. I bent her other leg at the knee, opened them wide, and settled myself between her legs on my belly. I gazed up at her and heard Olivia seductively say, "Let's see what you can do."

I had her screaming, swearing, pulling my hair, and breathlessly begging for more in no time. I lost count of how many times I made her shatter, but I definitely enjoyed each and every one of them. As did she. Now she was breathing heavily, and pulled me up to face her. Before I moved though, I rolled on a condom. I rested my weight on my forearms while she got herself under control, and pushed sweaty hair from her face. Her hair was tousled, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were shut. She was more beautiful like this than the put together Olivia Pope I had worked alongside for the past few weeks.

I looked down at her angelic face. The beautiful one that had the devil in her eyes when they were opened. I couldn't resist and leaned down to kiss her again, pouring the emotional high I was feeling into it as she reciprocated. Her legs once again came around my waist and held me prisoner in the place that I was rapidly growing very fond of. The moment she started to open her eyes to look at me, in the middle of the kiss, I slipped inside her wet heat and watched them pop wide open.

Olivia's POV
"Oh GOD!" I exclaimed loudly as I immediately gripped his back.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he slowed down his movements.

"I'm fine. It's ahhhh, just a lot." I admitted. "And you took me by surprise."

"Do you need me to stop for a minute?" He was looking down at me with concerned eyes. It was the sweetest thing.

"No!" I said too quickly and loud. " I'm fine now." You're fine, I thought to myself.

This man knew what he was doing on every level! He was a master of seduction during foreplay and his body was nothing short of amazing. He kept his attention on me and made sure I was comfortable with everything he was doing. The words he didn't speak, but conveyed with his eyes, spoke volumes. He was a complete gentleman and not an animal trying to just get his. But I had suspected that about him beforehand anyway.

Who knew quiet, professional, stick up his ass Fitzgerald Grant was packing that massive gift to womankind he was currently sliding in and out of me? I had my suspicions, but even they weren't close in comparison. I held onto his back and reveled in the glorious feeling of it.

Fitz kept his eyes on mine and smiled. He brushed a strand of my hair away from my face and said, "You are so beautiful. Stunning, really."

I smiled at the compliment. "You are sexy as hell." I replied boldly, earning a chuckle from him. I brought a hand to the back of his head, and brought him down for more kisses. He tore his lips away from mine and made his way into my neck again. He had discovered that spot rather quickly earlier and as he sucked on the skin there it made my pelvis grind harder with his and my breaths quicker. I grabbed a handful of his hair and held him in my neck while my lower half picked up the pace while trying to stave off my orgasm at the same time.

He lifted his head and grinned at me before disappearing back into my neck to continue his sweet torture. He was already playing my body like a well tuned instrument in spite of it being our first time together. He was driving me higher and all I could do was take it. I started mewling and arched my back, trying to get even closer to him somehow.

He kissed his way down my neck and I was panting now, feeling the heat from the tiny fires his mouth was blazing across my skin. He stopped above my breast and spared me a quick glance. I watched him lick his lips and swallow my stiff nipple into his mouth. I ground my hips into him some more and moved them even faster.

"Ahhhhhhh" and "Ooooh" were the only sounds I could get out. Words escaped my brain, and even if I could remember any I couldn't speak them. He released my skin from his mouth. His brow had a sheen of sweat on it and as my eyes traveled slightly lower, I saw determination on his face. I focused my energy on the skin slapping pace we had now created. Before things got completely out of control, I couldn't resist reaching a hand down and grabbing his bare ass. It felt like pure muscle and I groaned loudly as I pushed him to meet my center again and again.

He swiveled his narrow hips a few times and I inhaled sharply at the feeling. I couldn't stop the begging words that came from my lips. "Please...Ohhhhh...Yes...Please!"

"You like that, Liv? Feels so good, doesn't it?" He panted out as his hips continued to build me up to another orgasm. "You want more of it? "

I nodded silently and tried like hell to keep the orgasm at bay.

"Tell me."

I was really concentrating here and he was asking me to beg him to do something. Had he lost his mind? I cracked open my eyes and looked up into his ocean blue eyes. I could easily get lost in them.

"Say the words, Liv. I...shit..." He said as his chest heaved. "I know you're holding back. I can't hold on much longer either. Say the fucking words. NOW!"

"More! More! More!" I chanted loudly as I clawed his back and wondered why it was so sexy that he was talking to me like that.

He gave me more. He pounded into me while his hips alternated between hammering into me and making big circles, like a man on a mission and he was hitting my spot repeatedly. Fitz dipped his head into my neck and went back to licking and sucking on my neck. I was losing my grasp quickly and shut my eyes tightly as my own hips moved in time with his.

He must have realized somehow that I was dangerously close to exploding, because he lifted his head from my neck and spoke to me. "Open your eyes." His baritone voice commanded. I complied and it was the first step in my undoing. "Let go, Liv."

I released my breath and felt the tension at its peak as my face contorted with the all consuming pleasure I was feeling. As I let go, I chanted, "Fitz, Fitz, Fitz." He leaned down and fused his lips to mine in a fierce kiss as I tried to breathe through my orgasm and get closer to him somehow.

Fitz broke the kiss suddenly and thrust his hips a few more times until, grunting, his body stilled as it emptied. He immediately rolled off of me and gasped for breath beside me on the bed. After a few moments, he stood up and semi-staggered into the bathroom. I heard water running and then he returned to the bed with a washcloth in his hand. He passed it to me and I cleaned myself up.

He flopped down on his back beside me with a huge satisfied smile on his face. "That. Was amazing. Better than I imagined, and I have a fantastic imagination."

I smiled at his use of my new nickname and the fact that he had imagined us having sex before. It took the guilt off my conscious for thinking the same thing. I turned my head to look at him. "I know exactly what you mean."

He rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand, still breathing hard. "You've thought about us having sex before?"

"Most definitely."

"I've spent hours on end thinking about it. Every time we went into a new hotel room, I imagined pulling you into my room and having my way with you."

"You did not!" I giggled.

"Oh, but I did." He said grinning before he leaned over and kissed me sweetly.

I pushed his growing curls off of his forehead and admitted the truth to him. "I have thought about you like this more than I should on this trip, but last night definitely had my imagination in overdrive. Knowing you were lying just a few feet away from me really played on my mind. I stared at your feet while you watched tv and wondered about the size of your shoes."

He laughed heartily beside me and I found myself grinning in spite of myself. He had the best laugh I had ever heard and it was so infectious. He quickly pressed his lips to mind and pulled away just as quickly. "Is this truth time? Is that what we're doing right now?"

I copied his pose and propped my head up on my palm as well. "You have something that you need to get off your conscience? Is that what's going on here?" I asked with a grin.

"There might be a thing." He said playfully.

"Really? What kind of thing? I think I need to hear about this thing."

"Alright, but before I tell it to you I'm going to need a kiss. For courage." He leaned over me with his playful smile still on his ridiculously handsome face and whispered, "Can I have a kiss for courage? Please?"

I put my hand on his cheek but pretended to think it over as his face came closer to mine. "I mean, since it's for courage." I whispered. He pressed his soft lips to mine and our tongues quickly started dancing together. He started to run his hand up my side and that's when I ended the kiss. "You didn't say anything about groping me for courage. You said a kiss."

"I can't help it. You make me want more of you." I looked at him for signs of humor but found none.

"Let's hear this thing and see how serious it is first." I already wanted him to kiss me again.

Now he did smile at me. He looked...shy? I listened to his admission. "Early this morning when I woke up you were passed out on this very comfortable bed I might add."

"You're not getting sympathy from me until I hear it. Let's get it over with." I said with a smile.

"Okay. Your leg was sticking out from under the blankets and I saw pink lace staring up at me. I might have looked longer than necessary, but I just can't remember right now. You have a great ass by the way. And as much as I love the pink panties, I'm partial to the peach ones that fell on the floor when we were unpacking."

I fell on my back and covered up my face with both my hands and giggled. A moment later, I felt his much larger hands peel mine away and he looked down at me. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Liv. We're adults who just saw a whole lot more of each other than our underwear. In fact, I want to see more of you now."

"You have a quick bounce back time. I like that about you." I said seductively.

"Mmmm, I'll give you all the credit for that." he replied and sat up, bringing me with him and setting me on his lap. "Kiss me."

I immediately attached my lips to his in a passionate kiss as I wound my arms around his neck. Fitz put his hands on my hips and guided me onto his growing length. I groaned into his mouth and once again marveled at the spectacular full feeling inside my body.

He began to move and I tore my lips from his and threw my head back as pleasure speared through my very pores. One of his hands went to my lower back and the other one went to my neck. Feeling supported, I leaned back a little further from him, putting my hands on his knees, as he held my body and moved in and out of me. "You are so beautiful like this. Carefree and enjoying yourself completely."

I sat back up and looked at him, not able to contain the smile on my face. "I'll give you all the credit for that. I am completely enjoying myself right now." I ran my hand over his amazing chest as he kissed me again and moved his hips a little faster.

Once again, he got into my neck and I marveled at the delicious aching tension he was already quickly building within me. My body responded to Fitz faster than it had with any other man before him. I bit my lip as he dragged his tongue down the column of my neck and I slipped my arm under and around his shoulder, gripping it hard. I was moments away from imploding and instead of trying to hold it back, I was anxious for it. My breathing became labored and couldn't stop the moans that tumbled from my mouth. I closed my eyes, reveled in the sensation and waited for it.

Fitz noticed the changed look on my face and quickened his thrusts. "Fuck, Liv." He groaned out as his body increased its vicious pace. "Can't...get there...fast...enough."

I held him impossibly close and whispered in his ear in a strained panting voice. "Feels soooo...good" I needed something to drink. My throat felt drier than a desert. Still, I licked my lips and urged him on. "Hurry". The last word came out more of a moan than anything else.

We both exploded together and the curses and sighs mixed together with our sweat and satisfaction. I dropped my head on his shoulder like a rock and my body slumped heavily. Fitz gently held onto me, brought us back down to the mattress, and pulled away from me.

He went back into the bathroom and handed me another face cloth, which I haphazardly used. I had no energy. My thighs felt like jello. My lady parts felt like they had been stretched beyond capacity. My lungs were on fire from dragging air in and out of them. And I was beyond exhausted. I lay lifeless on the tangled sheet covered mattress trying to remember how to breathe.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep I heard Fitz clear his throat and cracked my eyes open to see a chilled bottle of water in my face. I mustered the strength to sit up, twisted the lid off the cold plastic bottle, and took a very long pull from it. I only released my lips from the top of it to take in a few more breaths and to look up at Fitz. He was standing gloriously naked in front of me, looking very proud of himself and drinking from his own bottle of water. "Thank you" I creaked out.

"You're welcome. I assumed your throat was as dry as mine."

I nodded mutely and watched him take another long drink of his chilled drink. His Adam's apple bobbled repeatedly as he swallowed and I felt a familiar stirring inside me. Horrified that such a simple act could turn me on and knowing I didn't have the strength to do anything about it, I looked away from him and concentrated on drinking my own water.

When the bottle was empty, Fitz took it from my hand and threw them away. He picked me up and set me on the couch. I was about to protest at his attempts at sex again so quickly, but instead of instigating something, he walked away from me and back to the bed. He pulled the sheets off and threw them in a corner of the room. He went to the closet and grabbed the spare set and began making the bed.

Who the hell was this guy and where had he been all my life?

Once he had the sheets in place and the thin blanket spread out, he came back to me. He smiled and picked me up in his arms, carrying me to the fresh comfortable sheets. As soon as he laid me down I was halfway asleep already. Fitz crawled into the bed beside me and I cuddled into his side when he put his arm under my head. He kissed my temple and the last thing I heard him say was, "Get some sleep, Liv. I'm not done with you yet."

My eyes wanted to pop open in shock, but it never happened. I was out like a light.

I was being woken up five minutes later by two large hands caressing my skin and someone's lips kissing my neck. He couldn't be serious. I had barely closed my eyes and he was already starting again? It was bad enough that three minutes earlier he had prodded me from sleep for more of our earlier activities, claiming a need for more. He was insatiable! I had to talk to him about respecting my sleep. I reminded myself to not look into his pretty blue eyes while I did so.

I weakly pushed his hand off of my ass. "Fiiiiiiiitz. Let me sleep. I'm exhausted. It's only been three minutes!" His hand came back to my skin and it sounded like he laughed at me. "Please!"

I still had my eyes closed, but I felt him crawl closer to me. He kissed both of my eyes. "Liv? It's been more than five minutes. I'm not a machine." When I whined further he kissed my cheek. "It's ten in the morning. I've been watching you sleep for..."

I bolted up in the bed, wide awake now, and stared at him.

"...two hours and as cute as it is, I can't do it anymore."

"Did you say ten o'clock?" I asked in a shocked voice.

"Yup. Get up and take a shower with me and I'll take you out for breakfast."

My mind was trying to catch up with the words he was saying. I was still so tired and things were kinda foggy. I asked him the first thing that came to my mind. "Did you go for your run this morning?"

He gave me his lopsided grin. "No. I figured I worked hard enough last night that I could afford a skip day, just this once."

I smiled at him as the incredible memories of our energetic activities from the night before played in my mind. My stomach growled, interrupting my thoughts, and I nodded at him. "Breakfast sounds like a good idea." I stretched lazily, pulled the sheet off of me, and then stood up. "Quick shower and then breakfast." Fitz grinned and followed me into the bathroom. Two hours and another round in the shower later we walked out the door and headed for breakfast.