A/N: Catharsis part II is coming, I swear! I needed to get this out of my head as a little palate cleanser between writing the newest chapter of "Madness" and Catharsis. This one-shot is inspired by a certain scene in 5x10, which would've actually been hot if Fitz had been present.
Fitz is already waiting for her by the time she gets home, leaning against the wall next to her front door.
"You're late," he growls, as soon as she steps off the elevator.
"You knew I was working today," she states calmly, trying to hold back her smile.
Immediately, she can tell he's not really irritated with her. The opposite is true, they're so happy to see each other after six weeks that they take the opportunity to tease a little bit.
"I don't like waiting around, Livvie," he sighs, slipping his hands into his pockets.
"I mean, you're free to go if my timing doesn't work for you," she offers, casually walking over to the elevator and pressing the 'down' button.
She stares at him, raising her eyebrows in challenge as the elevator starts to ascend. It's a game of who will break first, who will give in to the crackle of heat rising in the space between them. The faint ding of the elevator cab rising underscores their staring contest, counting down. In the end, he gives in, because he's been away for six weeks, and the deep tangerine color of the dress she's wearing is making her rich cocoa skin look even more beautiful and delectable than usual, and he just can't.
There are times when something akin to spontaneous combustion happens between them, when everything gets so frantic and desperate and unbearably hot, that it feels like they might die if they don't give in immediately.
"Get over here," he rasps, taking a step toward her.
He barely gets the words out of his mouth before she's in his arms, legs wrapped securely around his hips, kissing him so hard their teeth almost click together. His hand slides down to squeeze her ass appreciatively, and she moans into his mouth. Arousal sweeps her away, robbing her of all thought except for how good he tastes, how delicious he smells, how hard he is between her thighs.
Fitz spins them around and pins her against the front door, kissing her hotly over and over again as her gloved fingers tangle in his hair. She's panting loudly when he starts to kiss his way over her neck, and the echo of her moan in the hallway suddenly makes her acutely aware of where they are.
"Fitz, neighbors, neighbors," she pants, trying to get his attention.
Eventually, a sharp tug to his hair gets him to put her down and let her turn around. Fishing her keys out of her bag she starts trying to unlock the door but her hands are shaking, and he's breathing over the sensitive shell of her ear, and, oh, now he's biting her earlobe, and damn it why are locks so hard? She lets him take her keys and falls back against him, sighing and leaning into the warm pressure of his mouth on her neck. Somehow, he's coherent enough to get the door open and they stumble into the semi-darkness of her living room.
Everything gets tossed carelessly onto the floor, bag, keys, shoes, coats, and they both smile wickedly as he picks her up by the waist and sets her on top of the piano. She winds her limbs around him again, crossing her ankles at his low back and opening her mouth to his tongue. He can't stop touching her, squeezing his hands around her hips, running his thumbs firmly over her nipples, back and forth until she starts to whimper and grind her hips into him. Gripping his jaw she angles his mouth open to sweep her tongue inside, sucking on his bottom lip as his hands make their way under her dress, pushing it up and out of the way.
Her thighs are silky soft under his palms, and he wraps his fingers under the scrap of lace she's calling underwear today, pulling it off. Before her brain has time to catch up, his thumbs are spreading her open for his tongue, and a flash of heat is running through her so quickly that she has to gasp for breath. She's soaked, warm and fragrant against his mouth as he tongues her slowly, and his cock throbs uncomfortably in his pants. He reaches down and briefly rubs a palm over himself, quickly returning to the task at hand because she's already moaning the way she does when she's right there, the way she does when she could potentially come undone in the next ten seconds.
She is, right there, because he has his tongue up against her clit the way he does when he wants to make her thighs quiver, the spot where she's the most sensitive. At the last second she yanks him away, pulling him right up to her mouth. He cooperates when she takes control of the kiss, happily sliding his tongue into her mouth so that she can taste herself, still running his hands over her thighs.
"Mmm, not yet?" he asks between kisses, sneaking his thumb in to tease her clit.
"Not, oh, not yet," she breathes, batting his hand away, nipping sharply at his lip.
He lifts her off the piano and sets her down, her dress falling back over her hips. She takes him by the belt loops and starts walking backward, trying to make it to the bedroom. Raking her eyes over him hungrily as he peels his shirt off, she pulls at her gloves, slipping the leather from her fingers. He takes the gloves from her and as soon as she turns around he spanks her once with them, dropping them to the floor. She spins around with a surprised gasp, giggling as he stalks her back against the wall and pins her arms above her head, grinning against her mouth. Lacing their fingers together, she lets him hold her there, panting as he rolls his hips against her center.
They're playing, and she loves to play with him.
He cups her jaw and she knows exactly what she's doing when she catches his thumb in her mouth, biting down and then closing her full lips in gentle suction, breathlessly watching his eyes dilate. Abruptly, she slides down the wall to kneel in front of him and he nearly comes in his pants from the sight alone. Propping his forearms against the wall and resting his head there, he squeezes his eyes closed as she works his belt open. One warm, moist exhale over the head of his cock through his boxers is as far as she gets before it's too much and he's pulling her back up. She bites her lip and antagonizes him, pressing the heel of her hand firmly up and down over his erection, knocking his hands out of the way when he tries to stop her, playfully backing out of reach when he tries to kiss her. He finally catches both of her wrists and clasps them behind her back, crowding her up against the wall.
"You," he starts, chuckling softly, "…are gonna get it."
"Oh, yeah?" she taunts, casually lifting her knee to rub against him.
"Liv," he warns, although his breath catches in pleasure and he's grinning against her mouth.
She slips away from him and runs toward the bedroom, inviting him to chase after her. He watches her go for a moment and then takes off after her, catching her easily. She shrieks when he grabs her, effortlessly throwing her over his shoulder and striding into the bedroom, playfully biting at her ass through the material of her dress.
"Fitz!" she laughs breathlessly, the rumble of his laughter vibrating through her hips before he gently tosses her onto the bed.
He crawls over her and immediately presses himself between her thighs, groaning into her neck.
"Oh, god, you feel good."
Things get a little frantic after that, with him trying to find the zipper on her dress while simultaneously kicking his pants off, and her trying to keep him from destroying the dress in his efforts to get it off. Eventually, he lets her stand up and within seconds the dress pools at her feet, forgotten on the floor. She saves him the trouble and takes her bra off, tugging at his boxers, using the opportunity to scratch her nails over his thighs. She straddles his lap but they fight for dominance for a few seconds after that, rolling playfully on the bed, kissing endlessly.
He flips her over onto her hands and knees and something about that position feels really good right now.
"Yes, like this," she groans, flexing her hips back.
They both moan as he presses inside her, rocking in a few times until he can lean forward, covering her back with his chest. For the first time all night, he slows down, letting her adjust to him, pressing hot kisses across her back from one shoulder to the other. He watches goosebumps rise across her skin when he exhales over the nape of her neck, sucking a kiss there, using his teeth.
"You gonna let me make you come this time?" he breathes against her ear, starting to roll his hips forward.
"Are you gonna let me make you come this time?" she sasses, contracting her muscles around him, making him groan and still for a moment, pressing his forehead to her back.
Fitz growls and starts to thrust into her, lengthening his strokes as she moans and starts to rock her hips back to meet him.
He knows exactly how she likes it, when to be hard, when to be soft, how to angle his thrusts to give her more, or to give her less if she's getting too oversensitive. He knows when to press deep and stay there, when she wants him to rock against her and get her there slowly, and when she wants him to fuck into her harder, long, smooth strokes that make her whimper his name. She can't really see him but this position feels intimate regardless, he's pressed all along her back, propped up on one hand, using the other to trace circles over her nipples. He thrusts harder against her, palming her hips with both hands, and they're both close. She comes first, crying out and dropping down onto her elbows, pressing her forehead into the bed. He grabs for her hands as he follows her over the edge, grunting and thrusting through his orgasm, trying not to crush her.
They spend long minutes coming down, panting and sighing, rolling over onto their backs. He pulls her on top of him, brushing the hair our of her face and kissing her slowly.
"So, did you miss me?" he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her.
"No," she replies cutely, smirking at him when his eyes widen in mock irritation.
He rolls her under him and presses his mouth against her ear, tickling her mercilessly, laughter echoing through the apartment.