When Fitz woke up, he was disoriented. The light in the room was dim and he was alone. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, quickly remembering he was at Olivia's house. "Livvie?" he called, hopping out of her bed and walking towards the hallway.
"I'm in the living room," she called and he breathed a sigh of relief as he hurried towards her.
"Everything okay?" he asked, taking in her small form huddling under a fleece blanket and holding her laptop on her knees.
"Just googling myself," she said.
"Googling?" he repeated, running his hand through his hair in confusion as he came closer to her. She shifted over and made room for him beside her. He lifted her blanket and sat down, replacing the blanket on top of them both.
Olivia pointed at her screen. Fitz blinked at a picture of a slightly younger Olivia and a man. She was looking up at him and smiling but he was looking at the photographer. He was holding a beer and she was holding a plate. The caption read, "Edison Davis celebrating the 10th anniversary of Passaic Counseling Center, with intern Olivia Pope."
Olivia looked at Fitz. "Is this the picture you saw?" she asked.
Fitz realized almost immediately that Olivia thought he had intentionally searched out information about her past, coming to his own conclusions about her history with men. "I've never seen this before, Livvie," he told her. "I didn't google you." She looked at him and he thought she believed him. "Look, someone told me those things I said about you. I don't know why I let them get to me. I shouldn't have listened."
"Fitz, the thing is…" she started.
"Shh, Livvie," he said. "It doesn't matter."
"It does matter! He was my boss. I did date him, but not until I stopped working for him. And I wish it never happened." This last part was under her breath, but he heard it. And suddenly he wondered if she would say the same about him.
"What makes you say that?" he asked her, trying not to jump to conclusions.
She sighed. "He hurt me," she said. "He cheated on me."
Fitz couldn't believe the idiocy of the man. He had a woman like Olivia and he'd still looked elsewhere? He shook his head. "I'm so sorry. I would never…" The look on her face made him stop. "What?" he asked.
"Don't make promises," she said, looking away and closing her laptop.
"I get it," Fitz told her. "You've been hurt before. And you need to protect yourself. But please believe me when I say I will do everything in my power to take care of you and keep you safe from now on. If anyone tried to hurt you…" His mind flashed to Jake Ballard. He obviously needed to have a discussion with the man. "How's your head?" he asked.
"Still hurts a bit. I just couldn't sleep anymore." She turned her body towards him and curled herself into him.
"You know how scared I was when I heard you were in the hospital?" Fitz asked her, hugging her small body against his.
She shook her head, looking up at him with those big eyes. He was happy to see that she didn't look quite as sad as she had earlier. He kissed her head.
"I was very scared. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't imagine going on without you in my life. And I never would have forgiven myself if you weren't okay."
"Fitz, the accident wasn't your fault," Olivia said, sitting up and looking at him.
"Of course it was," Fitz insisted. "If I hadn't said what I said you wouldn't have been so upset and it wouldn't have happened."
"It wasn't your fault," she said again. She cupped his face in her hands. "It was my fault for getting upset and for not answering your questions."
"No, Livvie," Fitz tried again, but she stopped him by kissing him on the lips gently.
"Please don't blame yourself," she said as she pulled back from the kiss. He decided to let it go and to forgive himself, because she seemed as if she had forgiven him.
"Are you hungry?" he asked her.
"A little."
"What kind of comfort foods do you like?" he asked with a smile.
"Macaroni and cheese," she replied immediately. "Or grilled cheese with tomato soup."
"Okay." He detangled himself from her and headed to the kitchen. "Do you have the ingredients for any of that?" he called back to her.
She called out directions to him for finding what he needed and soon enough he was back with her on the couch with grilled cheese sandwiches.
"Should we watch another cheesy movie?" Fitz asked.
"Mmm, cheesy movie to go with cheese sandwiches?" Olivia joked, and Fitz was happy to see her smiling again.
Later that night, Olivia lay in her bed, once again with Fitz beside her. She could hardly believe everything that had transpired since the previous afternoon when she had first brought him to her house. He had shown her his vulnerability but he had also proven that he cared about her and was there for her when she needed him. Even after the way she had felt that morning when he had confronted her about her past, she still felt safe with him and she had to admit that she would have been happy if he never left her bed again.
It was with these thoughts in mind that she very gently slipped her hand under his t-shirt and began stroking his abs and chest. She felt his breath hitch and his soft moan as she pressed herself against him. "Livvie," he said, his voice strained. "The doctor said – "
"I know," she told him. "I feel fine. It'll be fine." She pushed up his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it off the side of the bed. She looked into his eyes and saw his lust and desire for her there. She felt her own breathing speed up and her heart rate increase as she very gently brought her lips to his and kissed him.
His kiss in return was tentative at first, but when she opened her mouth to him, his tongue found hers and the kiss deepened quickly. Olivia could not remember ever feeling the type of pleasure she received from just kissing Fitz. Her hands went to his hair and his moved to her waist, pulling her on top of him, gently but quickly. She moaned into his mouth as his hands caressed her from her thighs to her back. She kissed his beautiful, perfect face everywhere, from his forehead to his chin, licking and sucking a little but mostly just planting kisses all over. His eyes closed and she kissed his eyelids. She lowered her head and kissed his neck.
"Livvie," he said again. "Are you sure?"
She stopped kissing at him to look into his deep blue eyes. "I'm sure. I've never been more sure. I want you, Fitz," she said.
With a low growl, he rolled her off of him onto her back, and lifted her shirt off of her almost at the same time. She giggled a little at his urgency, but stopped when his lips found her nipple and he began a gentle caress with his tongue. Her back arched and he took the opportunity to pull down her underwear, his hands stroking down her legs and then back up towards her center. She moved her hands to his lower back and traced around the top of his boxer briefs to the front before gently dipping her hand inside and stroking him. He groaned at the contact and helped her remove the material separating him from her body.
Olivia watched him as he held his body above hers, his face the picture of a man filled with need. And it was for her. She shuddered as he lowered himself towards her and pressed himself into her. She moaned at the feeling as his body filled hers. Once he was fully inside, he stilled, and whispered to her, "You are so beautiful."
She shifted under him, willing him to move. She bucked her hips against him. She threw her head back and wrapped her legs around him. Finally, she begged. "Please, Fitz. Please."
She was thankful he didn't make her express what exactly she wanted and he bent his head to kiss her neck as he started gliding in and out of her. Her body responded to his automatically, her nerve endings exploding with pleasure that radiated from her center to her fingers and toes. "So good," she cooed to him and he replied by moving just a little faster.
Their bodies felt as if they were made for each other. Fitz obviously knew what he was doing, as he varied the speed of his strokes, adding a hip swivel occasionally. "How's that?" he asked her, giving her a cute, crooked smile. She just moaned in response as his hand began moving from her leg, up her side, onto her breast, and finally in between their bodies and to her clit, rubbing her with just the right amount of pressure to bring her closer and closer to the edge.
She laced her fingers into his hair as she came undone and then opened her eyes to see his face contort in pleasure as he too reached his peak. He collapsed with a loud grunt but quickly rolled off of her and she reached for him, upset by his quick abandonment. He laughed at her disappointed face and said, "I didn't want to hurt you. Does your head still feel okay?"
Olivia had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be recovering from her accident and she laughed. "I'm fine," she assured him. "Actually I feel amazing." She moved towards him and kissed him hard on the mouth, searching out his tongue and twirling hers with his. His hand went to her face and she drew back. "You are amazing," she told him.
"I'm glad you think so!" he said with a laugh. He pulled her towards him and held her. She cuddled herself into him, wrapping her arms around his body and laying her head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest soon lulled her to sleep.
Fitz lay awake, holding Olivia as she slept on his chest. He wanted to sleep too, but the thoughts swirling through his head were keeping him awake. He felt much more secure in his relationship with Olivia than he had felt that morning, especially now that he was sleeping in her bed for the second night in a row. He had to have hope that she really wanted him there and that he would find himself there many more times in the future.
But first, there were so many things he would have to face. The Amanda situation seemed so far away, but soon enough the haven of the weekend would end and they would have to actually address the things she had said about him. He also had to decide what he would say to Jake Ballard when they returned to school on Monday. He was concerned by the fact that Jake had researched Olivia and found out information to pass to Mellie. He was sure Jake had known exactly what he was doing by telling Mellie the information, as Mellie had brought it straight to Fitz. The more Fitz thought about it, the more he wondered whether Jake had something to do with Amanda's accusations as well.
Olivia shifted in his arms and he gently stroked her hair. She whimpered and Fitz wondered if she was having another nightmare. He got his answer when she suddenly wrenched herself from his arms and cried out. He reached for her and gently tried to wake her without scaring her further. Her eyes flew open and she gasped, her face beside his on the pillow, her hands flying to her mouth. "Shh," he whispered, caressing her cheek. "I'm here. You're okay."
She placed her hand against his beating heart. "Please don't leave me," she whispered, her eyes oozing vulnerability.
"I won't," he told her. "I'm not going anywhere. Go back to sleep."
He watched with tender empathy as she closed her eyes, cuddled against him, and tried to regulate her breathing. He stroked her back gently, whispering to her that she was okay and that he was with her until he was sure she had drifted back into slumber. Closing his eyes, he listened to her deep breathing, and soon fell asleep beside her.