AN – So as it turns out I had enough typed for a fourth chapter, so I thought I might as well post it. I think you'll enjoy it.
TriOlitz
Chapter 9
A Month After the Accident
"Fitz I'm all right, the ointment the doctor prescribed is amazing, the burn is completely healed, the skin on my leg just feels a little tight after we run". Grimacing, Olivia sits on a bench at the end of the jogging trail massaging her leg.
"Maybe we should scale back your training a tad". Fitz giving her the smidgen sign with his thumb and index finger.
"Fitzgerald I'm fine. Can we drop this? I really need to regain the ground I lost being sidelined for four weeks".
"Liv, I don't think…don't do that". Olivia puts on her pouty face.
"Olivia you know I can't stand it when you pout". Olivia makes her lip quiver.
"Really woman, the quivering lip; have you no shame! Fine, let's go get the bikes but we're taking the flat route along the beach, no mountain terrain today". Olivia leaps to her feet clapping.
"You little faker", Fitz jests.
Fitz reaches out to grab Olivia, who takes off running to the car. She gets to the car first and does a Rocky dance with her fists raised in triumph. Fitz shaking his head, saunters up to her and presses his body against her, pinning her to the passenger side of the car. He places his hands on the top of the door trapping her between his two arms. He looks down at her, their eyes fix and their breath hitches.
"You Miss Pope are being a very naughty girl".
"Am I now? What do you propose to do about it?" Olivia asks unaware she ended the question with a slow lick of her lips.
Neither moves. Neither wants to move; they are completely engrossed in each other. Their hooded gaze reflects the undeniable urge to touch, to caress, to kiss, raging within their bodies.
"Olivia", he whispers, his voice low and deep, a rich baritone that makes her ears tingle, her toes curl and her clit drip.
Olivia POV
"Yes", I whimper. My mind is screaming, too much, too much, desire overload. How does he do it? His voice is so damn deep and seductive- I'm talking Barry White deep. And his take off your clothes, I want to fuck you senseless glare is driving me wild with pure unadulterated lust.
I stare at him, slowly breathing in as much oxygen as my lungs will take to avoid hyperventilating from my raging libido. Why did I insist on the platonic get-to-know-me-better-as a- friend period? Because all I want is for him to take me, right here, right now. He can get to know me naked. He can get to know how to make me scream. He can get to know how to make me wet. Nah, scratch the last one, he already has that little trick down pat. Is that…is it…is he bulging? Damn! Damn! Damn! God I'm such idiot!"
Fitz POV
I blink my eyes trying to shake free from my sudden bout of Livvie lust. I retreat a few steps to create a buffer zone because if I look at Olivia second longer I'll be all o…ver her. And what I mean by all over her, is it will take a high pressure water hose to get me off of her. Why did she lick her lips? Those plump, moist, I bet incredibly soft lips. And, why oh why god did I catch a glimpse of her tongue? Now I can't stop myself from imagining all the phenomenal erotic things she can do to me with her tongue. Damn it Fitz, calm down boy! I quickly adjust my stance and my shorts to relieve the growing tension thundering down under. What is...is she staring at my junk? Damn! Damn! Damn! Fucking friend zone.
"Hey you two; we're hungry lets go grab a bite, Abby, accompanied by Jake, yells from other side of the car.
"Saved", Fitz and Olivia sigh together. They look at each other confirming what the other is thinking and start laughing.
"What's so funny? Jake asks.
"Nothing", they respond together again and laugh even harder. Their eyes connect, and then just as suddenly the laughter comes it gives way to covert desire.
Abby and Jake shake their heads and wait for Fitz to unlock the car.
Fitz flustered, "we should..."
"Yeah, we should". Olivia agrees.
Fitz unlocks the car doors so everyone can hop in. He and Olivia share a final yearn-for-you glance before getting into the car. Jake rides shotgun, while Abby and Olivia sit in the back seat because they're still a little front seat shy after their accident ordeal. Seatbelts click, the engine starts and Fitz pretends to adjust the rearview mirror. Slightly leaning to her side, Olivia stares out the passenger window, unconsciously running her fingers across her lips. She glances up in time to catch Fitz's gaze. They exchange a look of unspoken resolve. Change is coming, they both recognize it and welcome it.
Abby and Jake sit speechless and mesmerized by the coordinated pantomime taking place at the table, their forks hang midair in front of their gaping mouths. Oblivious to their captivated audience, Fitz and Olivia perform what has become their regular breakfast ritual. Olivia precision cuts the stack of fruit topped wheat berry pancakes in half, placing half on an empty plate along with all the sliced bananas. She hates fresh bananas; Fitz on the other hand loves them so Olivia makes sure to place every single one on his half of the short stack. Fitz, at the same time splits a Mediterranean egg white omelet and puts half on Olivia's empty plate. Moving their individual plates to the side, Olivia reaches over and positions a large bowl of piping hot oatmeal between them. Fitz sprinkles the accompanying condiments of coconut, walnuts and raisins on top the hot cereal. Olivia pours on the milk, mixes in the ingredients and hands Fitz the stirring spoon. He takes the first taste of the steel cut oat mixture then feeds Olivia the next spoonful. Dissatisfied with the flavor blend, their faces scrunch, and Fitz quickly adds more raisins and Olivia more milk. They take another sample and smile, silently agreeing they have struck the right ratio of dried fruit to milk. Olivia hands Fitz his own spoon and they go on to eat rest of the oatmeal. Jake looks over at Abby and pushes her chin up to close her mouth.
"Olivia, Fitz is there something you want to tell us?"
Confused by Abby's question they stare at her blankly.
"Tell you about what", they question in unison? What do you mean?"
"Your little breakfast rite", Jake points out.
"We share our food, what's the big deal?" Fitz says honestly missing the relevance of their query.
"The big deal is for as long as I have known Olivia she has been a borderline germaphobe, now she's licking your spit off spoons".
"Abby!" Olivia snaps.
"What, well it's true", Abby counters unabashed.
Jake adds, "Fitz since when do you share food? I recall a time you threaten to put my fingers through a meat grinder for taking a pack of your skittles, now you're splitting breakfast entrees with Olivia".
"You guys are blowing this way out of proportion".
"We share our food, no big deal. We are friends after all. Accept it and move on", Olivia defends.
She and Fitz give each other the "we sure told them" nod and resume eating breakfast.
"Defensive", Abby smirks, "touchy", Jake adds, winking to each other and grinning.
This slimy prick is lucky termination is not part of this particular contract or I'd shove an ice pick up his nose Charlie muses. The man, Kevork Bedrosian, is the balding, thickset manager of the building where Fitz and Jake are subletting an apartment. Charlie and the manager are standing front of the sublet in the sweltering valley heat. For the last twenty minutes, every question Charlie asks Bedrosian, he responds with some vague bullshit answer.
"Look, all I know is the apartment is paid through the end of September".
Charlie peels off $100 bill from his wad and hands it to the opportunistic manager.
Bedrosian takes the money and wipes the sweat beading across his brow with his forearm.
"Okay, maybe about three, three and half weeks ago I saw the Grant kid and his buddy load one of those big ford trucks with suitcases and bikes. I haven't seen them since".
"Did anyone ever come to visit them?"
"What do you think I do all day, sit on my ass? I manage this place, which means I'm busy handling complaints and problems all day long. I can't remember or pay attention to who comes and goes".
Charlie stares at Bedrosian completely unconvinced of the man's claims of a hectic schedule. He hands over another $100 bill. "Does this jar any memories?"
"Well, now I think about it, there were two women helping them load the truck; a cute black girl and a tall redhead".
"Did Grant mention where they were going?"
"Can't say I recall hearing Grant mention anything specific".
Charlie, growing tired of Bedrosian's repeated piecemeal disclosures, hands over another three bills to the tight-lipped stoolie in the hope of receiving information that is more useful.
Bedrosian counts his money one bill at a time, then stuffs his windfall into his front shirt pocket.
"Yes, it's all coming back to me. I heard the two women mention a beach house near Malibu; something about it having five bedrooms, a music room and a gym. They also said the house was couple of blocks away from a Buddhist run pod center".
Charlie pulls out his phone and walks away from Bedrosian without saying another word.
Charlie texts:
CB: Got some useful intel
BG: What did you find out?
CB: Junior moved out rt after the accident. Super says a blk girl & a redhd helped ur son & Jake pack up their stuff. No one has seen them since.
BG: What about the tracker on his phone?
CB: Ur son is smart, he left the phone at the apartment
BG: You have his account info, where is he spending his money?
CB: His accounts r closed. I have a lead I need check out. I'll call u if it pans out.
"Your honor I am ashamed and embarrassed by my past behavior. Honestly, I don't blame Mr. Grant for obtaining a restraining order against me. Looking back if I had someone in my life doing the things I did to him, I'd also seek a restraining order. All I can say is I was going through a difficult time in my life and recognize I latched onto Fitzgerald Grant as a way to gain some stability and happiness. I owe him, his family and my family a huge apology for my obsessive behavior and the trouble I caused".
"Ms. Pearson I see you've completed a voluntary psychiatric treatment program. The doctors give you glowing marks. They also attest you have come to grips with your compulsive obsessive disorder. According to the report your doctors state it appears your condition was brought on by extreme mental strain related to a family tragedy. In their opinion, you have acquired and mastered the necessary coping skills needed to prevent a repeat of this type of emotional break in the future. I must say I commend you for voluntarily seeking help and dedicating yourself to the work of recovery. That being said, the court therefore rescinds the restraining order and orders the expungement of said order from your record. Congratulations and good luck Ms. Pearson".
Thank you your honor for giving me a clean slate, I am anxious to get on with my life and prove to everyone I hurt I have recovered".
The judge bangs his gavel dismissing the court. Mellie hugs her attorney and shakes the hands of the two psychiatrists her father paid to serve as character witnesses. After a round of carefully rehearsed thank yous she makes way down the courthouse steps to a waiting towncar. She slides in and kisses one of the occupants on the cheek.
"Hi daddy".
"Well?"
"Everything went exactly as planned. The restraining order was canceled and my record is clean".
"Good".
"Have you found you missing son Gerry?"
"No, but we're close".
"Close isn't going to cut it. We need to strike while the iron is hot and capitalize on his hero status ASAP".
"All in good time my friend. The first order of business is to get Mellie ready. Step one is complete, now we need to fix her image, give her a cause, something to make her the idea political wife. Maybe mental illness; she could be this generation's Betty Ford".
"Hell no, it will reflect badly on our family" Pearson barks. "How about having her do something culturally centered like advocating for the preservation of a national treasure or raising funds for a monument dedicated to a modern era president- maybe Reagan?"
Mellie, not wanting to be left out of the conversation suggests hunger, AIDS or child immunization.
"Hunger is already touted by everybody and his brother. Hollywood has the lock on AIDS and only mothers of preschoolers and the AMA care about immunizations. No, you need some issue impacting young and old", Gerry strategizes.
"Literacy? We can focus on the financial and social toll of illiteracy".
"Hmm, it affects young and old, noncontroversial, holds the potential for great photo ops and is easily relatable. Darling I think you've found your platform".
"What about your son? How do we get him back on track? He and Mellie do not exactly mesh well", Pearson asks with skepticism.
"Let me worry about Fitzgerald. You focus on getting Mellie's name and platform out there. Focus on high profile fundraising events in key markets and I'll have a high-powered fundraising gala in California in a month. I'll make sure Fitz is there and photographed making nice with Mellie. We can use our media contacts to play up the hero and the advocate angle".
"Isn't he going into the navy?"
"There's our million dollar photo. Mellie seeing her man off as he goes to serve and protect this great nation; it will be iconic". Gerry conveniently fails to mention Fitz may have a girlfriend. He is a bottom-line realist. He knows framing a narrative Fitz is willing to go along with is key to winning the White House. The redhead may prove an acceptable alternative if Mellie doesn't work out.
Two Months After the Accident
"Is that her?'
"Yes, Olivia Pope age 19, sophomore at Princeton
-Mother decease, father a curator at the Smithsonian
-No siblings
-In Los Angeles training for the San Francisco triathlon
-Rescued by Fitzgerald Grant and Jacob Ballard two months ago from a car accident
-Nothing to indicate she and Grant are involved or knew each other before the accident
-The redhead Abby Whelan and Ballard however appear to be in a relationship, they are sharing a room
- The group's day to day routine varies except on Sundays when they all have breakfast together at a popular local diner"
"Is that where I'll unexpectedly run into Fitz?"
"Yes it is. I've also rented you a condo not far from where they are staying.
"Have the speaking engagement details been confirmed?"
"Yes, the California Literacy Initiative kickoff mixer takes place tomorrow evening at the community center. All the influential stakeholders at the forefront of California education reform will be there. During your speech, you will announce the four recipients of the Pearson Innovative Education grant. As the featured speaker, you have a legitimate reason for being in the area. If you and Grant cross paths it will merely appear coincidental".
"You seem to have covered everything, Ms. North. Is my speech ready for tomorrow?" Elizabeth hands Mellie a binder with her speech and dossiers on the other speakers and program organizers.
"If there is nothing else, I'll drop you off at the condo so you can prepare for tomorrow".
"Yes, that would be splendid, thank you", Mellie chimes happily, never opening the binder.
"Please come out for our California Literacy Initiative kickoff mixer tonight", the perky young blonde-haired woman says handing Jake and Abby a pink colored flyer.
Jake scans the flyer as he walks to the trashcan to dump it. He stops in his tracks when he sees Mellie's name. "What the fuck? What the hell is she doing here?" Abby rushes over to him.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Jake stands stationary unleashing a stream of mumbled expletives that would make a pimp blush.
"How the hell did she find us? This stinks of Pearson and Big Gerry. Damn! Damn! Damn it!"
Abby grabs Jake by the arm to get his attention. "What is Jake? What's wrong?"
"Remember I told you about what happened to Fitz just before we came out here".
"Yeah, what's that got to do with a literacy mixer?" Jake hands Abby the flyer pointing to the name of the featured speaker.
"That's her, if she's here, Fitz's father had something to do with this, I'm sure of it".
"But there's a restraining order against her, she can't come near him; right".
"Yes, but something tells me Big Gerry has found a loophole or managed to call in a favor. Whatever it is, I'm going to find out tonight. Do you think you can call your computer whiz friend Hank and have him find out what he can?"
"You mean Huck, sure, I'll call him right now". Abby uses her cell phone to call Huck. She hands the phone over to Jake who gives Huck all the facts.
"Abby everything was delicious. You really outdid yourself tonight".
"Thanks Fitz, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I thought it would be nice to celebrate our second month of being roommates; plus Liv and I never really got a chance to thank you guys for saving our lives.
"No thanks necessary", Jake says.
"None whatsoever", Fitz confirms looking at Olivia.
Jake begins gathering the dishes from the table. "Jake and I will do the dishes, you ladies relax".
Looking at his watch and noting the time, Jake puts the plates back down on the table.
"Actually Fitz, Abby and I are going out tonight with a couple athletes who just finished the LA triathlon. They live in the valley. I forgot to mention it earlier".
As soon as Olivia hears the word valley she immediately declares, "I'll pass". Though she has physically recovered from the accident, mentally Olivia still has some latent fears to overcome.
Fitz tells Jake he'll stay behind with Olivia and that he and Abby can take off.
Jake pats Fitz on the shoulder and exits the dining room. Abby is already at the front door, purse in hand waiting for him. He grabs his car keys, puts the flyer in his pocket and heads out the door leaving a nervous Fitz and an anxious Olivia alone.
"I guess me and you are on kitchen duty, Fitz informs Olivia".
"I guess so", she sings happily.
Olivia POV
"I wash, you rinse," I say as calmly as I can.
"Deal", we shake hands playfully.
The entire day had been one of stolen glances, sly smiles and innuendo filled comments. We were dancing around our feelings for one another. Clearly, destiny arranged this evening alone, now it was up to us to take the bait.
I pour the dish soap into the sink and use the sprayer to generate suds while Fitz clears the table. He scrapes the leftover scraps from the plates into the trashcan, then places the stack of plates in the sudsy water. He continues standing next to me, I can feel heat radiating from his body and it's making the hair on my arms stand on end. He smells shower fresh, manly and sexy. Wait, can a person smell sexy? No matter, whatever he's bathed himself in the desired reaction has been achieved. I want him. I want him to take me right here against the counter. I want him to squeeze, pinch, suck, and pound my throbbing lower half until I lose the power of speech.
"Liv…Livvie, are you okay?"
"What? I'm sorry did you say something?" Apparently, I kind of got lost in my little fantasy.
"Uh, yeah. I've been calling your name for about a minute. Are you sure you are okay?"
"Sorry, I must have spaced out for a second."
"You want to talk about it?"
"No, I definitely don't want to talk", I say with a hint of nervous frustration.
I resume washing the dishes, handing them over to Fitz one by one to rinse. Our fingers graze, the length of contact increases with every dish. He places each rinsed dish on the drying rack. I start to wash the last plate when I suddenly feel his hands gripping mine under the soapy water. He interlaces our fingers and gently strokes the sides of my thumbs with his own. I glance up into his stormy gray eyes and I swear I literally see images of us bumping pelvises. My heart is pounding so hard I'm afraid he can hear it. He looks down at me, he wants the same thing; I can see it written all over his face. He pulls our hands out of the water and places them in front of us. We smile at each other twiddling our soapy fingers playfully. Then without warning, he stops, releases my hands and draws me in close to his body. He cradles the back of my neck, bends down and kisses me softly on the lips. I close my eyes praying this is really happening. He kisses me again, this time the kiss is more demanding. He wants more from me and I gladly reciprocate. Our mouths open, our tongues salute like old comrades, then ardent lovers. We explore our moist cavities searching for the perfect taste, the perfect spot, the perfect delving rhythm. I take his bottom lip between my teeth sucking it into my mouth. Halleluiah this is finally really happening. Our bodies are raging with lusty sensations we both are determined to indulge. I pull away breathless.
"Livvie", he pants pulling me back flush against his oh so perfect body.
I feel his desire for me pressing against his shorts seeking my core. In turn, my dripping point of entry instinctively gravitates to his growing member. We rub and grind so hard clothing is barely an impediment. I have to have him now or I will go insane.
"Fitz", I moan in a raspy voice I have never heard myself use. Now I understand the power of hormones. I'm so hot and bothered by all this steady grinding I'm afraid the fabric separating us is going to ignite from the friction. My panties are soaking wet and from what I've read in books or heard from Abby, that bodes well for what's up next. He slowly slips his hand down my shorts and cups my slick untapped sex. Oh god, his touch is sensational, this feeling stupendous. Now I understand what all the hubbub is about and I want to experience it all to the fullest.
He tries to kiss me but I turn my head. Confusion spreads across his face; I can tell he wonders whether he has stepped over the line. He pulls his hand out of my shorts and I lead him towards my bedroom. It's time to kick things up a thousand notches.
Just before we reach the door, he yanks me back and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and we kiss so sensuously I forget this is merely foreplay and not the main event. I fumble open the door never breaking our lip lock. He lays me down on the bed, straddling me as he runs his hands up and down my upper body.
"Livvie, are you sure you want this?" There's a disquiet behind his question. Can he tell I've never saddled up before? Is it that obvious?
"If you mean you, yes I want you. I really, really, really want you Fitz", I say groping his package and kissing his Adam's apple. I can tell he wants to say something, unburden himself. Oh god, what if there is someone else. What if this connection I feel is all in my head?
"No, I mean us. Do you want us?"
My fear instantly disappears; I see the longing in his eyes and the need to know if the feeling of connection is truly mutual.
Smiling ear to ear, I caress his face, eager to share my sentiment. "Yes, I want us and all it entails. I want you Fitz, the man who has been my hero since I was seven years old." A look of relief, no a joy, mirroring my own takes over his face.
"Livvie, wait here, I want to show you something". He rolls off me moving to the edge of the bed. I grab his arm to pull him back.
"Really Fitz, is it that important? Can it wait? I'm kind of keyed-up here at the moment". He chuckles realizing my libido is barely in check.
"Humor me Olivia, I need to show you something". I nod approval and Fitz races out of the bedroom. Returning seconds later, he sits down next to me on the bed and hands me a sketchbook.
"What is this?"
"Open it," he gestures.
I open the book, carefully turning each page. My heart swells with love and awe with every new page. The book is filled with sketches of my eyes, my hands, my lips, at different ages. There is a sketch of him holding me on the floor of the museum after the exhibit crashed, another of me waving from the cab in New York and a beautiful charcoal of Jake and us on the steps of the beach house in the Hamptons. It is a record, drawn from memory, of our journey together thus far. It is the most incredible memento I have ever seen. I'm so overcome with emotion, my body shivers and tears stream down my face. This man, this awesome man, has drawn everything in the book from memories of our brief encounters.
I turn to him shaking my head. I try to speak but words prove elusive. He gives me a gentle peck on the lips and rests his brow on mine.
"Olivia I have loved you since you were seven. Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of you. You are all I want, all I will ever want; please tell me you feel the same way". His hands gently cradle my face.
"Please Olivia, tell me the words I want to hear".
I can hear the anguish, the uncertainty in his plea. Still having no words I stand and go to my dresser and retrieve my sketch of him. I turn and hand it him. He opens it and looks up at me with tears in his eyes. I just keep nodding my head, hoping he understands my feelings for him are the same. I sit down and put my sketch in his book.
"Fitz I have loved since the day on the beach you defended me. I think about you every day too. You are all I want; all I will ever want".
We kiss with wild abandon and our clothes go flying. I'm down to my panties and bra when it occurs to me I should tell him I am completely inexperienced. His hand is down my panties when I push him away again and sit up to face him.
"Fitz I …I've never done the do", I practically scream at him.
"What ?"
"I'm a virgin, okay!" He looks at me confused as if he can't believe what I just said.
"Olivia you are beautiful", he states almost factually.
"Thank you".
"You had a boyfriend".
"Yes, I did".
"For two years".
"Yes, I'm aware of that. Your point being…?"
"I don't mean to be indelicate but how…I…I…how is it possible? I've been taking cold showers for weeks". He snickers, shaking his head and holding his hands up in disbelief.
"Hey, don't laugh. I punch him in the arm.
"Ouch Liv."
Looking at him somberly, in a hushed tone I relate, "My mother left me letters on love, sex, being yourself, everything you can imagine. In one letter, she asked to save myself for the one; the one man I truly love. She said fooling around or practicing with others clouds the mind and complicates an important part of your life that should not be a complicated matter and I agree with her. I'll only have one first time and I refuse to waste it on someone I do not love. I'm not a casual or recreational sex type of girl- never have been, never will be".
"I'm not really laughing at you Olivia. I'm nervous too. The attraction between us is off the charts and I'm afraid I won't live up to your expectations".
"Really? You're kidding right? At one point when you were kissing me I thought we were actually having sex". We both fall back on the bed laughing hysterically.
Our laughter subsides. Fitz turns to me speaking tenderly, "Seriously Livvie, to me you are an inspiration. You ignored peer pressure and stuck to your convictions. I just you want to be sure you are ready to take the plunge".
"Actually, I…I…", I hesitate to say.
"What Livvie? You can tell me anything", he reassures me encasing my hands in his.
"I…I…was hoping my first time would be with you", I blurt. "Okay I said it; happy now?"
Fitz grins broadly and chuckles.
"Wow, you saved yourself for me. You wanted nothing less than the best; Fitzy lovin' or nothing at all. I can totally understand that".
"Oh geez, I knew I should have taken this secret to the grave. I'm beginning to have trouble breathing because your ego is sucking all the oxygen out of the room".
"Come to me my sweet virgin lover".
"Keep this up and virgin will remain the operative word my cocky wannabe lover".
"Interesting word selection Livvie".
He looks at me with smoldering eyes. This is it, the end of all conversation, the beginning of passionate action.
Fitz POV
I lightly touch every feature of her face. For years, I sketched her beauty from memory and I am amazed at the accuracy of my drawings, apparently when it comes to Olivia I have a photographic memory.
The tips of her fingers outline my facial profile. Her touch is warm, comforting and affirming. We map each other's face with light tender strokes committing to memory the subtle details. I caress her jawline and place a soft tender kiss on her lips. We both close our eyes, letting the intimacy of the moment overtake us. Our eager lips lock and suck sending erotic pulses through our bodies. Tongues tap, glide, curl and swipe.
Our hands follow the lead of our lips, as they rove arms, stroke backs, and caress shoulders, carefully initiating our move to the next level.
No longer content with passionate kissing, our skin-to-skin contact fuels a deeper desire. Before either of us realizes what is happening I have her on her back, my hand slipping into her panties fondling her folds and massaging her clit. Her legs are bent, falling open naturally welcoming my arousing touches. My fingers go in and out of her sex preparing her for the penetration to come. She grips my shoulders and kisses her way up and down my neck and chest. Olivia moans my name as I finger her, coaxing an orgasm from her untapped keg. She trembles and I hold her through the shaking.
"Livvie" I whisper, looking for confirmation.
"It feels good Fitz, so good", she moans between breathy pants coming down from her high.
Instinctively, my neophyte love clasps my penis in her hand, stroking me at the same pace as my fingers pump in and out of her. Likewise, I moan from her enlivening touch. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips before wedging my tongue into her mouth. I'm totally lost in the moment, my body basking in the pleasure of us. Nothing has ever felt this good in my life or so right.
Olivia POV
Fitz is right for me, I need to look no further, or know what it is like to be with another man, for in my heart no one can compare to Fitz. He will be my one and only lover. I'm not old fashion I just know who I want. I see no point in hopping from bed to bed for the sake of comparing one sexual experience to another. Sex is only one component of a relationship, a large component but not "the one". I don't want sex without love. I don't want five or ten different guys making deposits in my v-bank. I don't want to think about Joe when I'm with Fred. I don't want my husband to go a reunion or wedding with me and have wonder who I've been with or wonder if he measures up to past lovers. I don't want to worry about STDs, outbreaks or hidden cameras.
My arms curl under his arms, my hands grip the top of his shoulders from behind and I pull him close and whisper I love you in his ear. He immediately stops kissing my neck and dipping in my folds. He hovers atop me, his gaze fixed. He says nothing, just stares into my eyes for seconds, maybe a few minutes; I'm not sure for how long. His temporary silence is not awkward. We're in love, we understand each other; words are not always necessary.
"I have longed for you and only you Livvie for so long".
"Fitz I yearned for you as well. You're the thirst, the hunger I could never quench".
He slowly removes my bra and panties and I push his boxers down his hips and legs with my feet. He pulls me on top of his body and holds me in place below the thighs. I feel the hair on his legs rubbing against my hairless ones. My breasts rest atop the nipples on his chest and I feel his harden wood jabbing my stomach. He gives me a slow, deep kiss. My fingers comb through his wavy hair massaging his scalp in pace with his kisses. He's teaching patience and intimacy and I willingly submit to his loving tutelage. He rolls me over onto my back. His hands grope my breasts as his tongue licks turn my nipples into stiffened peaks. I can feel more fluid seeping out my sexual core and my stomach muscles tightening. His mouth trails a straight line of kisses from my throat to my belly button. He peppers my navel with kisses then licks his way to the top of my waxed triangle. I can feel him inhaling my vaginal scent and hear him mumbling "next time baby, next time".
He kisses his way up my body, when he reaches my head, he tenderly kisses my eyes and cheeks.
"Ready Livvie?"
Fitz POV
"Yes baby, I'm ready".
I knock on the door of her chamber by thumping my member against her folds. Her legs spread open beneath me inviting me to enter her domain. I slowly inch my way in giving her muscle walls time to adjust to my ample visitor. She gasps from the pain once I'm fully sheathed within her. I wait for her breathing to calm before I begin easing in and out of her. Her heels rub against my thighs in unison with my thrusts. Her soft moans surround me spurring me to drive faster, pleasure her more. All I want is to make her feel the passion and love she unleashes within me. The synergy of our intimate connection continues to mount with an intensity propelling us to the brink of complete ecstasy. Deeper, faster, my unhinged mind demands. I need to get closer, to connect deeper. The bed squeaks and shimmies in place. Olivia's body is squeezing me tighter, and tighter, reeling me in to the point where there is no differentiation between our bodies. Her nails pierce my back drawing blood. We kiss feverishly, devouring each other in sync with our pelvic tango. The natural taste of our mouths is an adrenalizing aphrodisiac. We are each other's everlasting gobstopper. Bliss, euphoria, elation, ecstasy, all collide at once, hurling us over rapture's precipice. Orgasmic tremors rock out bodies and cries of sated gratification fill the room.
I collapse on top of her. She whimpers and holds me tight.
"You are mine forever Livvie". She kisses me gently.
"I like the sound of that Fitz".
"Rest baby, we'll talk more later".
I move off her, pull her close and spoon our bodies. I kiss her shoulder and she places our joined hands on her stomach.
"I love you Fitz".
"I love you too Livvie".
We both drift off to sleep knowing nothing will ever diminish the love and passion we feel for each other.
"Mellie, thank you for sharing your inspiring words and for personally coming California to award the Pearson Foundation's generous gifts of financial support to some truly deserving nonprofits. The Foundation's donations will ensure the efforts of many in this room will continue to positively impact the literacy rate in the California".
"Donna, thank you for your kind words but you and the people assembled here today, working on the frontlines day in and day out to eliminate this national shame are who deserve all the accolades".
Mellie stands doing the penguin clap for Donna Metcalf, the host for the evening, and the rest of the attendees. She adds a touch of sincerity by giving Donna a warm embrace.
Jake and Abby sit in the last row of folding chairs in the community center. After the applause dies down, a few people mill around to chat but the majority exit the building and head for home. Jake waits for Mellie to be alone then approaches her. Mellie says her final goodbyes and bends down to grab her purse. When she turns around, she finds herself nose to nose with Jake. Startled but not shaken she smiles smugly.
"What the hell are you doing here Mellie?" Jake snarls.
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AN – Well our star-crossed lovers finally start their journey together and for the moment, all is right in their world.
Mellie is back and with a clear record no less. What do you think Fitz will say or do once he finds out?
Next up for Triolitz, a return to the present.
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Have great week and take care.