Time jump to 5 months later

Monday

"You sure you don't need me to come pick you up?... Okay... Alright... Perfect, I'll see you then. Bye."
Olivia hung up her phone and plopped down on the couch next to Fitz.

"Who was that?" He asked, looking up from his book, his glasses hanging sexily on his nose.

"That was Dad, we were just ironing up the details of his arrival. He'll take a taxi straight to his hotel and meet everyone for dinner at the restaurant."

They were now only a few days away from their wedding and the pressure was building up. On Thursday, they would be going out for their bachelor and bachelorette party, each with their respective friends.

On Friday, they were having the rehearsal dinner with close family and friends and on Saturday they would be celebrating their wedding.

Only their closest friends would be flying in for the bachelor/bachelorette party. Olivia's list included Abby, Carrie, Lisa, Quinn and Fitz' list was made of Linc, Huck, Harrison, James and Stephen a close friend from work.

The next day, they would be joined by Fitz' mom and Olivia's dad and the rest of the guests would arrive between Friday and Saturday but they would only see them at the wedding.

After a long reflection and a few conversations with Olivia, Lisa and his mother, Fitz had finally decided not to invite his father. Despite Mary playing the devil's advocate to make sure he wouldn't regret his decision later, Fitz had no desire to ever see his dad again and certainly not on the happiest day of his life. He had received a few phone calls and emails from him but had ignored them all.

XXX

Thursday

"So, what are the plans for tonight?" Olivia asked as she finished curling up her hair in Quinn's bathroom while the girls were in the bedroom.

"It's a secret." Abby sing sang.

"Oh come on, it's my bachelorette party." Liv whined.

"Exactly." Quinn responded. "Which is exactly why you're not in charge of anything tonight. We are making sure you leave your bachelorette life with a bang."

"She kind of left the bachelorette life years ago." Abby teased. "I don't know how you guys waited so long to get married. I expected you to have babies 2 or 3 years ago."

"I thought the same thing." Carrie exclaimed before high-fiving Abby. "They were already an old couple when they arrived at Harvard."

"Hey, stop making fun of me." Liv frowned entering the bedroom. "Anywho, I just want to make sure we don't do anything too Abbyesque."

"What does that mean?" Abby exclaimed, sitting up.

"You know... Crazy, wild, nuts, rash, chaotic, extravagant, reckless, unb-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." Abby laughed. "I'm an awesome person. Don't worry, there won't be anything that will make Fitz blow a fuse. I know that's what you're worried about."

"It's not wh-" Liv started to protest.

"Yeah, yeah... Come on, sexy, let's roll." Abby hooked her arm in Liv's and guided her to the door.

Their first stop was Walter's, a hype bar that opened a few months before in the Waterfront.

"Okay, here we go, first round of shots." Abby announced as she laid the platter with the colorful shots on the table.

"What's in them?" Liv asked.

"No idea." Abby shrugged. "They just looked pretty."

"Fair enough." Olivia laughed before taking one in her hand and standing up. "Okay, I want to thank you all for..."

"Wait, wait, wait." Carrie exclaimed.

"What?"

"You cannot give your bachelorette speech without your bachelorette attire." Lisa explained.

"My what?"

"Your attire." Abby explained. "Your princess tiara, your veil and your sash." She took out a plastic silver tiara, a white veil and a silver and pink sash before putting them on Olivia whose face fell.

"I look ridiculous, don't I?" She grimaced.

"Yep, that's the idea." Quinn laughed. "But don't worry, the more you drink, the less you'll notice."

"Okay, fine." Olivia laughed. "Can I give my speech now?" The girls nodded and she continued. "I want to thank you all for coming. It means a lot to me and I couldn't imagine a better group of people to celebrate this night with.

I want to say that just because I'm getting married doesn't mean I won't want to go out and get wild once in a while so I don't want to think of this as my last crazy evening. I promise I won't forget you once I'm in my bubble of happiness with my handsome perfect husband.

I promised myself I wouldn't get all mushy tonight but it is kind of a big deal for me and I'm glad you're all here. So thank you for being here and in my life in general.

That being said, let's get wasted." She raised her glass and the others joined hers.

"Cheers." They all laughed, clinking their glasses together.

6 rounds of shots and several plates of tapas later, the girls were loudly recanting stories about Olivia and Fitz.

"I swear that was their nickname." Carrie slurred. "Everybody on campus knew about the 'disgustingly adorable Olitz'."

"That wasn't a real thing." Olivia rolled her eyes.

"It was." Carrie exclaimed. "Everyone knew you. The girls were pining over Fitz and the guys were lusting over you. But everybody knew no one stood a chance because you were the most solid couple ever. You can't imagine how much fun I had watching the mean girls get turned down by Fitz. He didn't even realize he was doing it. He was so oblivious to anyone who wasn't you that he didn't realize they were flirting with him.

One time, a girl, Amanda, approached him and asked, and I quote, 'hey Fitz, I'm struggling with that last lecture, could you come explain it to me tonight? My roommates are gone so we would be alone to 'work' and maybe I could think of ways of paying you back… Here's my number'. And she slipped her number in his pocket."

"Seriously?" Abby exclaimed. "That's so obvious."

"I know, right?" Carrie laughed. "But Fitz' answer was the best. He looked at her and said 'you're having problems with this class?' Amanda nodded pouting in that trashy way so Fitz said 'sure' with that big smile of his. She was swooning, already thinking she would have sex with the infamous Grant. But then, he called David, the biggest geek of the class, the guy is adorable but not what you would call sexy or comfortable with girls. He introduced the two of them and went on to explain that David was way better than him and would provide her better help. The look on the Amanda's face was priceless, she stomped away like a child and Fitz was so oblivious, he watched her walk away completely confused."

"Ha, that'll teach her." Quinn laughed.

"That's not even the best part. Fitz gave her number to David so that he could call her and give her pointers, David called her every day for 3 weeks. She ended up changing her number." Carrie could barely get the last part out because she was laughing too hard. The girls were all laughing, holding their stomachs.

"I just feel bad for David." Olivia pointed out. "Poor guy was just trying to help."

"He did alright for himself." Carrie wiped her eyes. "I hear he's working at the district attorney's office and he's dating Sheryl Lance, you know the tall blonde from the debate club."

"Really? David's with Sheryl? Good for him!"

"But anyway, the point is no girl stood a chance with Fitz because he was so in love he literally didn't see anyone else."

"Aww, that's sooooo cute." Quinn slurred. "Alright, I'll get us more shots and I want to hear more embarrassing stories about Olivia."

XXX

"Oh come on guys! A strip club? I thought we discussed that?" Olivia whined as her friends dragged her in the main room of the male strip club. "Can't we just go home? It's 2am, I'm tired…"

"Oh relax, Fitz isn't here." Abby waved off.

"He'll be fine." Lisa piped in. "It's not like you're sleeping with them"

"Plus, you're not staying here anyway." Quinn added with a mischievous smile.

"I'm not?" Olivia frowned, confused. "Then what are we doing here."

"Follow us." Carrie smiled taking Liv's hand in hers.

They walked through the main room, passed the bar, walked into a small hallway where Carrie opened a door. They entered a small room practically covered with couches, subdued lights and another door on the side wall. Olivia frowned again as she looked around her.

"What is going on here?" She asked.

"You are getting your own private lap dance." Abby squealed, clapping her hands excitedly.

"What? Oh no! No, no, no!" Liv shook her head, trying to walk back out. "That is so much worse than the normal strip club. Fitz will be so upset. And rightly so. I would be going ballistics if I knew he was getting a private dance, alone in a closed room with couches and cushions everywhere. Uncool, guys!"

"Oh, come on, stop being a party pooper." Abby waved her off.

"I promise you, Fitz will not be mad about this." Lisa added.

"Have you met your brother?" Liv looked at her like she had grown a second head. "He's insanely jealous. I'm leaving."

"No you're not." Quinn slurred, grabbing her wrist and attaching a puffy pink handcuff to her wrist while the others pushed her down on the sofa and attached the other cuff to a handle on the side of the couch.

"Come on, guys! Seriously?" Olivia exclaimed aggravated.

"Enjoy your dance." The girls laughed as they exited the room and closed the door.

"Okay, this is not happening." Olivia spoke aloud shaking her wrist, trying to break free. "Ha ha girls, very funny, come back." She called.

Just then, Joe Cocker's You Can Leave your Hat On started playing and she saw the side door opening from the corner of her eye and someone entering. She stubbornly kept her eyes away from the stripper.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm really not interested in a lap dance. My friends dragged me here but I'm not interested in any body other than my fiancé's. I'm sorry I wasted your time but if you could please uncuff me, I'll be on my way."

While she talked, the stripper had approached her dancing and his scent was now filling her nostrils.
He just had to wear the same cologne as Fitz. She thought, inwardly rolling her eyes.

"Are you listening to me?" She asked, still refusing to look at him.

"I'm listening, kitten." A gravelly voice answered her. "Now, I need you to look at me."

Olivia's head snapped at the sound of his voice and her eyes widened when she recognized him.

"Fitz!" She exclaimed. "Wh-what are you doing here?" Her mouth was gaping and she could not for the life of her get it to close.

"Hey baby." He leaned down, resting his hands on each side of her head, invading her personal space, his lips barely grazing hers. "Well, it is your bachelorette party and bachelorette parties usually have strippers but since I'm not too keen on the idea of having a stranger shake his muscular buttocks in front of you 2 days before our wedding, I thought I could give you a show." He rubbed her nose with his.

"Do... Did the girls know?" She asked still looking at him like he was an apparition.

"Hmm hmm." He hummed. "I talked about it with Abby and she thought it was a great idea."

"Of course she would." Olivia scoffed. "But isn't the point of bachelor/bachelorette party to have one last evening apart?" She asked teasingly.

"Maybe." He shrugged. "But I don't need time away from you. I missed you." His voice dropped an octave making Olivia's insides turned to mush.

"Didn't you miss me? Just a little bit?" His lips were inches from hers and he ran his tongue down his bottom lip before biting it.

"Maybe a little." Olivia answered, her voice hoarse with desire, leaning toward him to close the gap between them. Just as she was about to kiss him, he pulled away. She looked up at him confused and she found him smirking that sexy grin of his.

"What? Why? What's…" She stammered.

"I'm here to do a job, Ms. Pope and I'm nothing if not professional." He smiled as he started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest to Olivia's hungry eyes.

She unconsciously leaned forward, wanting to get closer to him. Fitz continued dancing and removing his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. When he took it off completely, he threw it to her with a wink. Olivia grabbed it with a giggle and brought it to her nose, inhaling his musky smell.

"Come closer." She said.

"Nuh uh. Sorry miss, house rules, no touching." Fitz teased, circling his hips as he removed his belt.

"Fitz, screw the rules, come here, I want to touch you." Olivia whined, pulling on the cuff, trying to get closer to him.

"Oh oh. Seems like we have a difficult customer here." Fitz smirked.

"You have no idea how difficult I can be." Olivia growled. "Come on, Fitz please."

"Just enjoy the show, baby." Fitz laughed as he turned his back to her and slowly lowered his pants, flexing his ass muscles.

He looked at her over his shoulder and almost laughed at the desperate look on her face. She was staring at his ass completely mesmerized. He wanted to take a picture just to mind her the next time she made fun of him for staring at her.

He turned back toward her to finish taking off his pants, his bulge now shamelessly exposed. "Sometimes I feel like you're only interested in my body." He sighed, feigning hurt. "I have a brain you know, I have ideas and thoughts." He tried to keep a straight face as he continued dancing.

"Right now, I am definitely interested in your body. Fitz, come here. I can see you want it just as much as me." She said pointing at his crotch.

"The song is not over, kitten." He croaked. Truth was, he was having a hard time keeping himself in check but he did enjoy having her beg and he felt a certain boost to his ego having her look at him this way. He played with the waistline of his boxers teasingly, struggling to hold in his laughter at Olivia's eyes running from his crotch to his chest then eyes before going back down. She was now almost out of her seat, trying to reach for him.

"Fitz, for the last time, come here or…" She threatened.

Fitz didn't let her finish. He pounced on her like a panther and pinned her to the couch, settling between her legs.

"Or what, kitten?" He asked in a husky voice, his lips hovering over the skin of her neck.

"Or… I… You… Or…" Olivia stuttered, unable to form a complete sentence with the feel of his warm, hard body against hers and his breath against her neck. Without warning, he bit the skin where her neck and shoulder met and Olivia screamed out, bucking her hips into his, gasping when her core came in contact with his hard member.

"Fiiiitz…" She moaned.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked licking and sucking on her neck.

"You, I want you, please… Uncuff me." She begged.

"I'm not having sex with you here baby…" He whispered, his hand traveling between her thighs.

"You… You're not? Why?" She wailed.

"Because it's unhygienic and not intimate and probably illegal." He explained as his fingers moved under her panties, finding her soaked and ready. He started rubbing circles on her clit.

"If you're not… Oh God." Olivia gasped when his fingers ghosted against her entrance. "If you're not going to fuck me, I'm going to need you to… Aaaah… To stop that."

"I will." Fitz smirked. "In a minute." Before she could protest, he covered her lips with his, kissing her hungrily, swallowing her moans. Right as she was about to come, he pulled his hand away and stood up putting some distance between them.

"Wh-what's happening?" Olivia asked sitting up.

Fitz put his fingers in his mouth and moaned. "Hmm, delicious." He smiled at her. "That should hold me until you get home. Go back to your friends baby." He smirked, picking up his clothes.

"What's going on?" Olivia squealed.

"I told you I wouldn't have sex with you here…" Fitz explained like it was obvious.

"But I… You… You're not even going to finish what you started?"

"Oh no." Fitz laughed. "I want you pent up, ready for when you get home… I know I'll be ready."

"Are you serious? You want me to go back with my friends, with your sister after that?"

"Yep." He laughed. "You better find an excuse to go home quickly. I'll be waiting, naked…" He threw the keys of the handcuffs to her and escaped by the same door he entered.

"Damn tease." Olivia mumbled as she struggled to uncuff herself. "I'll show him."

She walked back out and found her friends at a table, drinking. They squealed when they saw her, causing her to blush.

"Woohoo!" Abby yelled. "So, how was he?"

"I bet he was great." Carrie exclaimed. "I always said he could have a career in stripping of modeling."

"I hate to admit it but my brother can dance." Lisa giggled.

"You guys are crazy you know that, right?" Liv laughed.

"We told you Fitz wouldn't be mad." Lisa laughed.

"Yeah yeah." Liv laughed with them. "Come on, let's get your drunk asses back to your hotel."

They piled up in the car and gave the driver the address of the hotel. The girls would be dropped off first and then the driver would take Olivia home. By the time they reached the hotel, Abby and Quinn were half asleep so Carrie and Lisa had to help them walk.

"Thank you for everything guys." Olivia waved at them from the car. "I had the best time tonight. I love you."

"Love you too." They all slurred together, disappearing into the hotel. Liv chuckled as she reentered the car and gave the driver her address.

XXX

When she entered their home, Olivia didn't even bother turning on the lights or checking the rooms, she dropped her purse and headed straight for the bedroom. She found Fitz lying down on the bed, in his underwear, his hands crossed behind his head, the same smug expression on his face.

"You're a damn tease, Fitzgerald Grant." She grinned at him as she approached the bed, swaying her hips.

"I am?" Fitz asked feigning surprise. "What are you talking about?"

Olivia laughed at his innocent face and moved on the bed, straddling his hips immediately. Fitz' hands instinctively moved to her thighs, slipping under her dress and playing with the waistline of her panties.

"You are and you know it." She confirmed, taking his wrists and pushing his hands above his head, rubbing her lips against his. "But two can play at that game." She whispered against his lips before trailing kisses down his chest. When she reached his happy trail, she pulled on his boxers, biting her lip when his member popped out, already standing at attention.

After throwing his boxers somewhere in the room, she crawled her way back over him, kneeling between his open legs and her mouth hovering over the head of his penis. She looked up at him, feeling a wave of moisture in her panties at the look on his face. His mouth was gaping and the muscles in his neck were straining while he looked at her blowing on his tip.

When she darted her tongue out to lick just his tip, he threw his head back, moaning. Olivia took it as her cue to continue. She took him in her mouth, inch by delicious inch and started moving. Fitz was grunting and shifting under her and she relished the power she had over him in that moment. She moaned against his shaft and he cursed under his breath, his fingers digging into her shoulders.

"Come here…" He breathed, pulling on her shoulders lightly.

"Hmm hmm." She shook her head negatively, never releasing him.

"Liv, come on…" He strained.

"Just enjoy the show, baby." She looked up at him through her lashes and gave him a crooked smile before resuming her task, ignoring his pleas.

"Oh fuck…" He groaned, feeling himself approaching his peak. Olivia moaned again against him and his restraint snapped. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her back to him before flipping them over so that he was on top.

"Hey." Olivia exclaimed. "I wasn't finished."

"I need you naked. Now." Fitz grunted, almost ripping her dress off her body. Olivia gasped when he tore off her panties and attached his lips to hers. He kissed her like a mad man, his large hands covering every inch of her body. He kissed her until they couldn't breathe and caressed her sides and thighs until she was squirming under him.

He took his member in his hand and aligned himself with her core, locking eyes with her before entering her slowly. He took her leg and moved it above his shoulder, opening her up more, reaching deeper into her. Olivia's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she bit her lip to hold in her moans.

"No, no, no." He protested. "Give me that lip, kitten. That's my lip." He groaned, sucking her lip into his mouth and kissing her desperately. He moved in and out of her, slowly, relishing every moment he was buried inside her.

"This is our last time having sex as an unmarried couple…" He whispered against her lips. Olivia's eyes popped open at the realization. "The next time we'll have sex, the next time I'll take you, you'll be Mrs. Olivia Pope-Grant…" He beamed at her, slowing down his strokes. "My wife…"

"My husband…" Olivia whispered, tears coming to her eyes.

Fitz kissed her again, one hand buried in her hair, holding her face close to his as he increased his pace again. Olivia's arms wrapped around his shoulders, trying to bring him closer, she couldn't get close enough.

"Come for me baby…"

"I can't… I don't want to stop…" She whispered. "I love you… So much…"

"I love you too, Livvie…" Fitz answered her, kissing her softly. "Come on, give it to me… I'm right here… Together, baby…" He moved his thumb to her bundle of nerves and rubbed deep circles, sending electric shocks throughout her body. She came hard, taking Fitz right with her. They rode their orgasm together before collapsing on the bed. Ignoring their uneven breathing, they kept kissing, unwilling to let the moment end.

"I can't feel my leg." Olivia giggled after a few moments.

"Oh, sorry." Fitz chuckled, helping her lower her leg before wrapping her up in his arms and moving them on their sides, facing each other. "Less than 48 hours…" He smiled dreamily kissing her face.

"Less than 48 hours…" She smiled back closing her eyes and savoring the moment.

Apologies everyone, I have no excuse.

So I decided to go with a time jump to progress this story. I'm ready to see them be grownups now and start a family. I hope you are too!

No big event here, just fluff and fun. Not perfectly happy about this chapter but it had been too long since I last updated. How did you guys like stripper Fitz?

I didn't describe his bachelor party because I literally no idea what to write about. Let's say he had drinks and fun with the guys (no strippers).

Less than 48 hours before their wedding. Can't wait!

Next up will be the rehearsal dinner and time with the family. I'll try to update again this week.

Fair warning, I have no idea how bachelorette parties and rehearsal dinners go in real life so I'm just winging it. Hope it's still realistic. If not, remember, it's just fiction.

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed!

Cheers,

C.