Hello All and welcome back! Thank you SO MUCH everyone for your amazing reviews, they really cracked me up! Lots of hugs for these last 2 chapters. =D

There were a few comments and critics that I'd like to address.

Regarding Rowan's job, I don't have a definite job for him, it doesn't really matter actually, I just need him to be away often (it's easier for Olitz to be together that way). Just know that it has nothing to do with B6-13, I'm not going to include that in my plot.

Someone noted that they have too much free time for people in high school and it wasn't realistic. Thank you for pointing it out! As I mentioned, I don't know much about the American education system. I'll change this from now on (can't change it for previous chapters).

There were a few questions about the future for them (possible pregnancy scare, Fitz' potential ex-girlfriend, meeting Fitz' family…). The honest answer is I have no idea! I don't know where I'm going with this story, I'm just writing chapters one at a time with whatever comes to mind, we'll see how it goes!

Anywho, here's next chapter (longer than usual). Hope you enjoy!

T minus 2 hours! What was she thinking when she agreed to this party? In 2 hours, people would start arriving and in approximately 3 hours, people would start getting crazy and she would have to do damage control. She couldn't allow for anything to go wrong, her father would kill her.

She had spent most of the afternoon with Abby, drunk proofing the house. Everything that could be stolen had been put in the safe. Everything that could be broken had been hidden away. She had locked the door to her father's office and kept the key in her pocket at all times. The staircase was blocked with 2 brooms, effectively blocking the path to the rooms upstairs. They had covered all the basics.

While they were busy inside the house, Huck and Harrison had gone out to buy food and drinks. They had managed to get beer courtesy of Huck's fake IDs. They had gotten a few stares from the man at the cash register but he had shrugged and handed them back their IDs without saying a word. They were now back at the house and setting everything up.

The girls were working on putting sheets on every piece of furniture as well as tablecloths on the tables set outside. She was really hoping that she could contain most of the party to the outside garden, ensuring minimum damage to the house and reasonable soundproofing for the neighbors.

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After spending the Thursday afternoon with Fitz, he had driven her home in the evening to allow her to finish her work and get some sleep before going back to school the next day. He had asked her to stay the night at his place but she knew from experience that spending the night with him was incompatible with getting some rest. She had tried to explain it to him, he had affirmed he could control himself and they had ended up having sex on the living room floor, proving her point.

The next day at school had gone uneventfully. She had managed to go through the whole two hours of class with Fitz without blushing, which she considered to be quite an accomplishment given that he had sent her numerous flirting smiles and had even managed to graze his fingers on her shoulder a few times. She had run out of class giving him a death glare to which he had responded with a wink and a panty dropping smile.

When she got home, she was happy to find her car waiting for her in the driveway. It was a brand new dark blue Chevrolet Sparks. Not really the car she would have chosen but it would allow us to stop riding the bus and it was a gift, she couldn't really afford to be picky.

On Friday evening, Abby had joined her at the house to discuss the plans for Saturday. She had been happy to discover that she had managed to maintain the guest list to a reasonable 50 persons (30 of which were males). Everybody had been instructed that the party started at 8, there would be beer but anyone with stronger alcohol would be thrown out of the house. Abby told Olivia how people laughed at her when she announced this particular part but quickly sobered up when she informed them that Huck would do the throwing out. Olivia couldn't help but laugh at that.

Huck was a real Teddy bear when it came to Abby and Liv but he could also be a real scary guy when he wanted to be. The story of how Cory Hanson had mysteriously ended up in the hospital after telling stories about Olivia still made some guys avoid him, and Olivia. The whole school knew not to screw with any of his friends. Even the bullies and jocks lowered their gaze when they crossed his path.

When Abby had left, Olivia had called Fitz and spent most of the evening on the phone with him. She had mainly tried to reassure him that everything would be alright and she wouldn't let any guy get too friendly. She had only convinced him when she had explained that Huck didn't drink and would make sure that everyone behaved. Fitz had breathed a sigh of relief. He had heard stories about Huck and had defended him a few times on class councils when teachers said he was dangerous and he was glad that Olivia had him on her side. As a friend of course! They had said their goodbyes when Fitz had started snoring in the middle of one of Olivia's stories.

It was now time to get ready for the party. Abby had insisted that her and Olivia get ready together, claiming that she wanted to make sure Olivia didn't dress up as Mother Theresa for her own birthday. She had rolled her eyes but had gracefully accepted Abby's offer to help her choose her outfit. Now that Abby was rummaging through her closet, throwing dresses through the room, she was starting to regret her decision.

"Where do you buy your clothes? A store for nuns?" She sighed in frustration.

"Hey!" Exclaimed Olivia. "I resent that! Just because I don't dress suggestively doesn't make me a nun!"

"Maybe not. But it doesn't make you fun!" Abby replied. "Come on, Liv! It's your birthday you need to look sexy! We're going to find you a pretty boy tonight!" She said with an exaggerated wink.

"NO!" Olivia exclaimed, making Abby jump in surprise. "I mean, I don't want you to find me anyone, I'm fine. I don't date." She said trying to hide her nervousness.

"Is this still about Cory?" Abby asked. "Forget that jerk, Liv! Huck took care of him. You're 18, you're gorgeous and smart, you can have any guy you want! Lighten up!"

"I don't want any guy!" Olivia screamed in frustration. "I have… I don't need anyone!"

Abby eyed her suspiciously and she avoided her gaze, pretending to tidy up her clothes. Abby cocked an eyebrow and suddenly opened her mouth in shock.

"OH MY GOD, OLIVIA!" She screamed, causing Olivia to jump and face her startled. "You already HAVE a guy, that's why you don't want me to set you up!" Olivia blushed but said nothing. "How could you keep this from me? Who is he? Is he from the school? Is it Damon? Or Ken? Oh my God, don't tell me it's Tony!"

"No, no and no! I'm not dating anyone Abby! I just don't want you to set me up with anyone, that's all…" She said as she started picking up different outfits.

"Yeah, right! Whatever! Just know I'll be watching you tonight, and every guy that comes near you." She said as she turned her attention back to the closet, looking for the perfect outfit.

"I'm not worried." Olivia replied with a smile. "You'll be too busy looking for your next boyfriend!"

Abby stuck her tongue out and threw a pile of clothes on Olivia who quickly replied with a pillow. The fight soon degenerated and after a few minutes, there were socks hanging on lamps and dresses all over her desk. Abby shrieked and suddenly rushed to a corner of the room, grabbing an outfit Olivia couldn't see. She turned back with a triumphant smile holding a dress.

It was a two colors dress that actually looked more like a top and a skirt sewn together. The top was black with short sleeves and a revealing cleavage and the skirt was white and made of tulle. While the top was adjusted to show her forms, the skirt was looser and would move around her legs. It was tasteful yet festive. Olivia had to agree it was perfect.

She put on the dress worked on her hair. She flattened it before curling two strands around her face. She added slight touches of make up on her face, only lipstick and mascara. She chose two large golden bracelets and large golden hoop earrings. Finally, she slipped on black high heels and twirled around asking for Abby's opinion. Abby's answer was an honest "If I were to go that way, I'd date you!" which made Olivia blush and laugh. She grabbed Abby's arm and they made their way downstairs to meet up with the boys.

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She was nursing her third beer, slightly intoxicated, pleasantly discussing with two boys from her class when her phone rang and she excused herself from the conversation. She moved inside to take the call when she saw it was Fitz. She wanted privacy and to be able to hear him. The last thing she needed was people from her class starting to get ideas about her and Fitz.

The party was going surprisingly well, thanks to her friends' good sense of partying and organization. Abby made sure there was always food on the tables. Huck was ensuring everyone was keeping themselves in check. And Harrison was playing DJ between chatting up girls. People seemed to be enjoying themselves and even Olivia had to admit she was having a really good time, even though she wished Fitz could enjoy it with her.

"Hi there!" She sang as she picked up her phone and entered the kitchen. "Miss me?"

"I sure do!" He laughed. "Are you having fun?"

"Yeah! Lots!" She said slurring slightly, eliciting a laugh from him. "I was talking sports with John and Dan. Did you know Dan was on the shortlist to get a football scholarship at Harvard? Well I guess it isn't that surprising when you've seen him play. I mean last month game was absolutely awesome! And…"

Olivia kept going on and on about Dan and his accomplishments but Fitz had shut down a while ago. Was she really half drunk, telling him how another guy was "awesome"? This was surreal! This was what he was worried about. He had been going out of his mind all afternoon at his apartment, pacing the floor and starting to call her but hanging up before the first ring. He was worried about a thousand things, that the party would get out of hand, that a guy would hit on her, that she would respond, that she would drink too much, that she would out them, that she would realize she could do better than him. He knew that she wouldn't deliberately hurt him but he couldn't help but be worried about her.

Finally, around 9, he had decided to drive to her place and take a look for himself. He had been sitting in his car for an hour now, watching people getting in and out of the house, counting the number of guys. He had decided to call her because he needed to hear her voice but was now thinking he should have called sooner because she was obviously minutes away from hooking up with the guy. He could feel his blood boiling.

"Fitz, are you still here?" She asked, noticing he hadn't talked in a while.

"Yes." He said in a strained voice, trying to get his temper under control. "I need to talk to you, face to face."

"Fitz, are you alright? You sound weird…"

"I'm… No, I'm not. I need to talk to you. I need to see you. Now! I'm in your street, I'm coming to your house." He said getting out of his car.

"Are you out of your freaking mind?" She asked, panic making its way through her slightly inebriated mind. "Someone could see you. You can't come! What are you even doing in my street?"

"I can and I will. You just have to find a way to make it happen discreetly. Otherwise I'll barge into your house, consequences be damned!" He growled.

Olivia looked around her nervously, her mind working in overdrive to find a solution. She finally had an idea. "Fine!" She huffed. "If you get to the right side of the house, you'll get to the window of my father's office, I'll open it and we'll talk there."

"Fine! I'll be here in less than a minute. If you don't open, I'm coming in!" He hissed and hung up.

Olivia took a deep breath and made her way to her father's office. She had no idea what had gotten into it him but he was going to get an earful. There was no way she was letting anyone talk to her like that, especially not on her birthday party and especially not in her house. Once she got inside the office, she locked the door behind her and moved to the window to open it before moving back to the other side of the room. Fitz climbed in and closed the window and blinds behind him before turning to face her.

Her arms were crossed on her chest and her jaw was clenched. Her eyes were throwing warning signals at him but he was rendered speechless by the sight of her. She looked absolutely breathtaking in her sexy dress. Her cleavage made him want to bury his face between her breast and he wanted to fuck her in nothing but her heels.

When he said nothing and simply stared at her, Olivia grew impatient. "What the hell do you think you're doing here Fitz?" She asked angrily.

Her voice got him out of his haze and he refocused, remembering what had brought him to do probably the most reckless thing in his life. He started walking toward her but she moved away, signaling that they would have the conversation from a distance. "Do you want to fuck Dan?" He asked suddenly.

Her arms fell to her sides and her mouth gaped open. She couldn't believe he asked such a thing. She was angry he would ask such a thing but mostly, she was hurt he would ask such a thing. She could feel tears gathering in her eyes and a sudden pressure in her chest but she willed herself to stay strong. "Are you seriously coming uninvited to my birthday party to ask me if I'm a whore?" She asked in the calmest voice she could muster, yet unable to hide the slight hint of anger.

Fitz was surprised at her tone but he was still irrationally angry and jealous so he didn't have the good sense to back down. "I didn't call you a whore, Olivia. I simply asked you a question. You just spent the past 5 minutes describing how athletic and smart Dan is, so it makes me wonder… I mean it would make sense, he is your age, he has a good future in front of him, he's not terrible to look at, he's single. Why wouldn't you want to be with him?" He asked.

Olivia looked at him incredulously. "How can you even ask such a thing?"

"Because I called you and the first thing you did was tell me about Dan!" He yelled. "Dan this, Dan that, Dan, Dan, Dan… What am I supposed to think? How am I supposed to just believe that you don't want Dan?"

"BECAUSE I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!" She screamed, tears now running down her cheeks. "I'm not interested in any guy, my age or any age, at this party or outside. I don't want any other guy, I haven't wanted any other guy since I met you. And now that we're actually… Is this why you were waiting in my street? Because you thought I would just jump on the first guy who hit on me? I won't! And you know why? Because I like you! A LOT! And it kills me that I can't just show you around or tell every guy that I'm yours but there's nothing I can do about it. And I'm not just gonna stop talking to my friends because you can't handle it. I like YOU! But if you don't trust me, there's no way we can make this work…" She finished in a sob and collapsed on the couch, weeping.

Fitz just stood there shocked, his eyes widened, taking in her answer. He couldn't believe how much of an asshole he had just been. He had barged in at her party, demanding to be seen, he had yelled at her, accused her of cheating and caused her to cry. And she had just confessed her feelings for him while he just stood there like a jerk saying nothing. He didn't deserve her, she was just too perfect. He rushed to her side and quickly grabbed her face between his hands kissing her desperately.

She tried to push him away. She hit at his chest and kicked and tried to move her head to the side but he wouldn't let her escape. He just kept kissing her face and whispering how sorry he was until she gave up. She grabbed his hair between her fingers and pulled his head toward her, keeping his lips connected to hers. She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue inside. She was thankful when he let her set the rhythm, dictate the pace and chase his tongue around. She finally pulled his head away but kept it a few inches from her face. Her eyes were full of tears when she whispered in a broken voice "You hurt me…"

His heart broke at her words, he couldn't believe he had been so insensitive and caused her pain. The tears that had gathered in his eyes fell freely and his face showed his guilt and shame. He moved his kisses to her neck whispering his apologies while his hands covered every inch of her body, from her ankles to her shoulders. He moved his kisses from her throat to her collarbone and down to the valley between her breasts. Her hands were still in his hair and she made no move to stop him, she simply let him express his apologies in the best way he knew how.

When his mouth was met with the fabric of her dress, he made his way down the couch to where he was kneeling between her legs and locked stares with her while moving her skirt up her smooth legs. He placed gentle kisses from her knees to her hips, all over her thighs, never allowing his eyes to disconnect from hers. He needed to see her to know that she was still okay with what he was doing and he needed her to see the shame and remorse on his face. He used his hands to massage her thighs and get her to relax in his arms while he kept kissing his way higher and higher up her legs until her reached her thong.

He inhaled deeply, his nose buried in the soaked material and he felt her shiver and saw her eyes closing. He hooked his thumbs in the sides of his panties and slowly moved them down her legs. He gently moved her feet to take off the panties and kissed each of her ankles before immediately moving back to her core. He moved each of her legs over his shoulders and splayed one hand on her stomach, keeping her in place while he used the other to spread her lower lips. He kept his eyes on her face and gently blew on her swollen core causing her to jump and gasp. He waited for her to open her eyes and look at him and when she did, he whispered "I'm sorry" and sucked her clit in his mouth.

Olivia threw her head back and allowed the incredible sensations to take over her body. She knew they needed to talk, they needed to discuss what happened tonight, what he had said, what she had said but she couldn't bring herself to care right now. He was showing her his repentance and he needed this to apologize. They needed to connect on this primal level to reassure each other that it could still work, that they could still work. She gasped loudly when he moved one of his fingers inside her pussy and started moving it in and out before adding a second one.

Fitz savored every gasp and whimper coming out of her mouth, every contraction of her walls around his fingers, every time her thighs flexed around his neck. Each of those moves was her silent way of accepting his apologies and he wouldn't stop until she peaked, signaling with her body that her mind was still with him. He stopped sucking on her clit and started licking various paths around it, moving his tongue to her entrance to lick at her pouring juices before making his way back to her bundle of nerves and teasing it with his hardened tongue.

When her legs started shaking, he sucked her clit into his mouth, scraping his teeth on the sensitive skin and moved a third finger inside her, curling them upwards. The move was her undoing and she brought a pillow to her face screaming into it, her hips bucking and her toes curling. He stroked her through the successive waves and only stopped when he felt her body relax and she moved the pillow away, allowing him to see her beautiful flushed face.

He crawled his way back up her body and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself. It drove her into frenzy and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist and she started grinding into him, rubbing her naked heat against his jeans covered erection. He moaned into her mouth and moved his hands to her ass, caressing the full cheeks, prompting the moan to come from her this time. She moved her kisses to his neck then ear and whispered seductively "I want you to take me on the desk…"

Fitz only grunted in response and quickly got up, keeping her securely in his arms before making his way to the desk while she sucked on his neck. He stumbled on his way and landed her on the desk roughly, her legs still secure around his midsection. He moved his lips to her ear and nibbled on her lobe while she busied herself on unbuckling his belt and getting his pants and boxers down his hips. When his member poked out of his boxers, she immediately grabbed it and started stroking it, causing him to grunt and bite on her shoulder. He grabbed her wrist to stop her and slowly moved his cock to her pussy. When the tip was at her entrance, he stopped and looked at her.

Olivia opened her eyes and looked up at him. What she saw in his eyes convinced her that what they had was more than simple infatuation and lust. There was so much emotion in his eyes, many that she couldn't even identify and she was sure that her eyes showed the same confusion. He repeated "I'm sorry!" before seating himself inside her in one long plunge. Olivia wanted to close her eyes and let the sensations carry her but she forced herself to keep them open, knowing he needed to see her as much as she needed to see him.

Fitz alternated between long hard thrusts and short stabs. He made sure to spin his hips once in a while to hit her spot and was met every time by a very satisfying squeak. Her legs were hanging onto him tightly and her arms were around his neck, her nails digging into his back through his shirt. The slight pain only spurred him on and he moved his lips over hers. "Kiss me…" He asked. She didn't waste a second before complying, immediately sending her tongue to duel against his. His fingers dug in her hips and he increased his pace.

When he felt they were both close to the finish line, he moved one hand to her center and used his thumb to draw quick circles on her clit. The move caused her to throw her head back and gasp, giving him free access to kiss her exposed throat. He kept jackhammering into her until finally he felt her walls clamping on his dick and he moved his mouth to hers once again to swallow her moans. He gave her a few more strokes and released inside her.

They stayed in each other's arm, hanging on to the other tightly, neither wanting the contact to end. Finally, Fitz moved one of his hands to her face and tilted her chin to look at her. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times, not knowing how or where to start until finally she talked for him.

"We need to discuss what happened…" She said almost reluctantly.

"We do." He agreed. "But not tonight. I already crashed your birthday party, I'm not going to ruin the rest of it." When she opened her mouth to speak, he stopped her. "I am sorry for what I did and I want to explain myself but it can wait until tomorrow. For now, I want you to go back out there and have fun, talk to anyone you want, do anything you want. It is your party, you need to enjoy it, you deserve to enjoy it. We'll talk tomorrow. You can come by my apartment or I can come here if it makes you more comfortable, anything you want. Okay?"

She smiled shyly and nodded, moving out of his arms to retrieve her underwear and do some damage control on her dress, face and hair. Fitz tucked his shirt back in his jeans and watched her magically restore her hair and make-up. When she turned back to him, he was staring at her with a stupid grin.

"How do I look?" She asked

"Beautiful as always!" He answered moving toward her to kiss her softly.

They moved back to the window and Olivia checked that no one was around before giving him the okay. He climbed back down and started making his way back to the street before she stopped him.

"Oh Fitz!" She called. He turned toward her and she continued "Just so you know, Dan…"

Fitz felt his blood boiling and clenched his fists on his sides. "What about him?" He asked in a strained voice.

"He IS smart and beautiful… He is also as gay as Elton John!" She finished in a giggle before closing the window without giving him time to answer or take in the information. He rolled his eyes and laughed before making his way back to the car, feeling a little bit better.

There you have it! Unsurprisingly, a LOT of you wanted a jealous Fitz (who doesn't?) but were also worried about him showing up or people discovering their relationship, so I tried to write something in the middle, hope it worked out.

There were also a few people wanting them to talk and express their feelings and insecurities. That will come in the next chapter.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

Don't forget to leave me your thoughts and questions.

Cheers,

C.