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AN: Happy New Year lovelies! I hope you all have had a wonderful holiday season for those who celebrate any of the several holidays that have occurred over the past weeks. For those who had questions about certain characters from Walk Away being used in this story. While some names and personalities are the some, the character's role won't necessarily be the same. Happy reading.

Chapter 11: You Put a Move On My Heart

baby our loves like a melody playing for us

in the sweetest key you could find the music of life

and when we touch there's the warmest glow

heat in the passion that heaven knows it's a dream

just for you, you and me...and baby I know

I've got a real thing the love of my life

someone who needs me and he feels me with pride

baby now, now and forever, we'll never part

cause you're the world to me you put a move on my heart

Tamia: You Put a Move On My Heart

May 2005

Fitz stood in the doorway of the master bathroom, watching as Olivia swept her ebony tresses into a low ponytail. She'd fussed at him not too long ago for letting her drift to sleep without wrapping her hair. She'd spent nearly two hours in the salon the day before but one would never know it. After preparing their meal, flowing in harmony as they cooked together and shared details of their day, and enjoyed their meal with a glass of red wine as they discussed their wedding and plans for their upcoming date night, the couple found themselves pressed against their informal dining table, feasting off of one another.

Neither knew exactly when or how they'd made up to their room, let alone their bed. The last thing Olivia could recall was toying with the hairs on Fitz's chest while he massaged her earlobe between his thumb and forefinger. She woke to find her hair in a braid. While the sentiment was sweet and thoughtful, it didn't remedy her puffy roots that had thoroughly been sweated out. Fitz just smirked at her, claiming she had no objects the previous night and continued to brush his teeth.

"You look lovely," he complimented, his eyes shining with adornment as he drank her in.

"You don't look half bad yourself," she turned, following him into their room. "You should change your tie though," she suggested, as she took in the fabric draped around his neck. "I know you're conducting interviews today but it's not the conversation piece you want to have," she laughed lightly, her fingers pulling the silky fabric from his body.

Olivia stepped back, giving him a complete once over and hummed. She stepped inward again, this time standing tiptoe to undo the buttons of his shirt. Her tiny hands smoothed down his collar before she took yet another step backwards to repeat her actions.

"No tie?"

"No tie," she nodded, "it makes you more welcoming and approachable."

"What would I do without you," his arms snaked around her waist as he dipped his head to meet her lips.

"You'd survive," she mumbled against his lips. She then peppered three kisses against his lip. They were quick and seemingly innocent yet the held much more significance. One kiss for each word. I. Love. You.

She pulled away from Fitz and walked toward their bed where she'd placed her shoes. Carefully, she sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to wrinkle her clothing. As usual, she looked down to see her fiancé kneeling before her, her foot resting in his hands. Tilting his head upward with a smirk, his fingers massaged the supple skin of her lower leg and foot. He watched as she pursued her lips together, suppressing a moan. He slipped her foot into her heels and turned his attention to the other.

"You do this every morning," she breathed out, attempting to collect herself.

"You do that ," Fitz grinned as his fingers pressed into the arch of her foot, evoking a moan, "every morning."

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you had a foot fetish," Olivia accused with a giggle as he slipped her manicured toes into her five inch, peep toe heels.

"Actually, I have an Olivia Carolyn Pope fetish," he corrected. He placed her foot down gently, leaning forward to kiss her nose.

"That, that I can live with," Olivia cupped his face, brushing her nose against his. She nipped at his bottom lip in a teasing manner, pulling back slightly, her eyes offering a playful smile. Fitz leaned into her, brushing his lips to hers. He sucked her bottom lip between his own. Olivia glided her tongue out to meet his. Her fingers moved up his face to weave through his dark curls. Knowing they didn't have time to get riled up, Olivia pulled away. She rested her forehead against his in silence as they waited for their breathing to regulate.

"Is this what I have to look forward to tonight?"

"That all depends on you baby," Olivia leaned back, allowing him to stand. They had tickets to the NYCB for their date later that evening.

"Livi, you know I love to wine and dine you," Fitz held his hand out to her. Olivia placed hers in his, stepping down from the bed.

"You do love to spoil me," she smiled up at him.

"You deserve you," he glanced at his watched as he followed his fiancée down the stairs. Staying a few steps behind her to appreciate how she filled out the pants of her suit nicely. "Do you think we have time for a coffee run?"

"We do if you stop staring at my ass," she answered in a sassy tone.

"As much as I do love your rear end, I love spending time with you more, but tonight, you're mine," he wrapped his arm around her as they made their way out the door.

Olivia wore a sheer Grecian gown by Lanvin. With its twisted shoulder straps and bronze waist bands, it was simple and sexy. She opted to pin loose curls into an updo to complete the Grecian look. It was simple and stunning like the dress. She kept her makeup light, nothing too drama.

She stood in the doorway of their closet, admiring the sight before her. Her fiancé in a tux, not a curl gelled out of place. Olivia was unsure how'd she keep her hands off him for hours. It was going to be difficult.

"Baby, aren't you…" Fitz broke off as he turned around and caught sight of Olivia smiling at him. "Livi," he whispered after a few moments of silence with his eyes drinking her.

"You like" , she gestured to herself, even though the answer was written on his face.

"You're stunning, Livi. I'm not sure that we should go out with you looking like that," If I could make a man that looked like my man practically drool at the sight of me, I was doing alright.

"Oh you're taking me somewhere, Dr. Grant, and I mean somewhere outside of this house. I didn't spend hours getting dolled up just to sit around and eat Chinese with you"

"Don't knock eating Chinese in formal wear until you try it, " he laughed, walking closer to her, taking her hand and tugging her closer to him. "Although the last thing I'd be eating is Chinese."

Olivia laughed as his fingers traced over her shoulders. "Can I kiss you or will I ruin the masterpiece?"

"You never have to ask to kiss me," Liv simply brushed his lips with hers and pulled away. Seeing him in a tux was her undoing and she knew she had little self-control.

"That's enough for now," he gave a pout which made it so hard to behave. "Are you ready," she asked, trying to remind him they had places to be other than their extremely comfortable bed.

"I'm ready," he replied.

"In case I don't say it again, you look very dapper, Dr. Grant " she touched his lapels and smoothed the material over his shoulders.

"You look rather dazzling yourself, Miss Pope," he kissed her cheek.

"May I seat you, Dr. Grant?" a man with an Italian accent asked Fitz.

"Thank you." he them to a table in the back, which offered a wonderful view of scenery outside. Fitzgerald pulled out Olivia's chair, and shd smiled at him as she sat .

"I see you're using the manners Cassandra taught you ," Liv teased Fitz when he sat after assuring she was all squared away.

"Well it is date night. I have to break them out every now and then to show that chivalry isn't dead just yet" he winked at her.

"You're just...you're everything I dreamed and more," she smiled truthfully. He was almost too good to be true, and somehow he was. It was mind blowing. The man who seated them gave the menus and offered some wine. Fitz looked at her and she nodded, giving him the okay to picked out something.

"What are you having" he questioned as he slid his hand on her leg under the table.

"Chicken Parmesan," she answered just as their waitress came over and stopped in her tracks when she saw Fitz, and Olivia was taken aback.

"Governor Grant" the woman smiled in heavily accented English, and Fitz flashed her his politician smile.

"Maribel, correct? Jeffrey's sister."

"You remember," the woman's voice a little surprised.

"Of course I remember," he chuckled before turning to Olivia. "Maribel's younger brother was one of the kids I used to work with at the center in California. Very talented boy," he beamed and Olivia gave a nod of understatement. It was sweet for her to watch the interaction between the two, now knowing the history.

"Oh thank you, Gov. Grant. Jeffrey enjoyed working with you very much. It was always a highlight in his week. You encouraged him."

"No thanks needed, he's a good kid. Maribel, this is my fiancée Olivia," he introduced, pride and elation written across his face.

" It's nice to meet you," Liv smiled warmly.

"Same to you and congratulations."

"Thank you," the couple responded in unison and Maribel laughed at how in sync they were.

"What brought you to New York," he inquired.

"Theater and modeling. I have rehearsal for my first play after my shift is complete. The restaurant is very accommodating."

"Congratulations," the couple smiled warmly at her at the same time once again, causing the young woman to blush.

Fitz reached into his pocket and pulled out two cards. "This is my business card and this is Olivia's. Be sure to call one of us with the details of opening night and the location. We'll come out and support you."

"Oh you don't have to do that" Maribel said politely.

"Nonsense, I remember you're work from when you were in college. Plus, Olivia and I are both lovers of the fine arts. Right, Livi," he glanced at Olivia quickly with a smile.

"Of course. I adore the theater. It would be nice for you to have a familiar face in the crowd. After the wedding, we can have you over for dinner. It can't be easy living so far away from home," Olivia offered kindly in assurance.

"You both are very gracious." Maribel blushed. "I promise to call," she nodded. "Here's your wine," she held out the bottle, her hand shaking from the excitement. Fitz stood and took the bottle from her.

"I've got it," he said and poured both of them a glass and set the bottle on the table before sitting down.

"What would you like," Maribel asked Olivia.

"Chicken parmesan, please. "

"Lasagna for me, thanks," Fitz told her.

Maribel scooted away to get and Fitz spoke after she was out of earshot.

"What?"

"She seems like a sweet young lady. I think we made her night by offering to watch her performance. I hope we didn't throw her for too much of a loop and she doesn't have difficulty with the orders."

"I don't care how long it takes. I'm enjoying the company immensely," Fitz grinned, taking her hand, their fingers interlocking across the table.

"Right back at you , handsome. You know, there's a few people staring at you"

"Same to you, beautiful. Guess we're still the it couple for some people. The perks of being a Grant."

"Do you really think it'll die down after the wedding" Olivia inquiried and he nodded.

"Maybe not right away, but yeah. We'll be a pretty boring. No break ups, no cheating scandals, no nasty drug problems, " he made her laugh.

"Didn't you know I'm having an affair with Garr and your father" he joined in her laughter.

"Just be sure to keep it discrete so we stay out of the media."

"Count on it," she told him, grinning at their silliness. Who gave a damn that there were several eyes on them? Olivia was having fun with him. Fitz played with her fingers and looked into her eyes.

"You don't like to share. I'd hate to be the cause of you killing your father and best friend, and winding up in prison. You're too pretty for prison, you'd never make "

"As long as I got conjugal visits, I'd find a way to make it," he chuckled.

"Dirty old man," she responded, laughing with him. "Although you couldn't divorce me for infidelity if you wanted those visits."

"You're already my wife in my heart," Fitz declared and her heart leapt a little at the casual way he said wife. "You'll never be my ex-wife, baby," he swore just as their food came out.

"Better not be," she pretended to warn him, tempering her words with a smile and giggle.

Dinner was delicious, and Fitz and Olivia talked the whole way through. He updated her on his research article and she informed him of happenings at work. They soon shifted to wedding talk. With less than months to go, crunch time was approaching. Luckily for them, Chloe, their wedding planner was brilliant and everything flowed seamlessly.

"If you were practicing law, what would you be doing," Fitz questioned, steering their conversation in a different direction.

"Something in the PR realm perhaps," she reached across to feed him the last bit of her tiramisu as he listened intently.

"Thank you" he leaned in to kiss her cheek.

" Welcome, baby. I'd even go back to school for a degree in anthropology to work in the private sector. You'd be surprised how many Fortune 500 companies bring anthropologists in during mergers and acquisitions to assist in negotiations and even handling management changes from within the company. If I had forgone the corporate world all together, I would have been a dancer of some sort. Perhaps ballet or modern. You know how much I love it."

"So I've learned. Why else would you go studio every Saturday. That's what I love about you. You're beyond intelligent. You can do whatever you want, including nothing at all, which is my preference for impure and selfish reasons," Liv wrinkled her nose and made him laugh. "I know, that's not an option, that's what makes you my Livi."

"You're right, it isn't an option. I'm aware that I'll never be on equal footing with you, financially, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to sit around with my feet up lounging at the pool all day while you work your ass off." He squeezed her hand.

"I know, baby. I love that about you. Although I do hope you lounge at the beach house now and then in some barely there bikini. For the record, I wouldn't be working I'd. I'd be lounging around with you too enjoying my favorite cupcake, "he smirked at her. That was her man and she had to laugh.

"You're incorrigible. Two ivy league educated attorneys, spending every waking moment together. That's a recipe for disaster."

"Not if we have sex and talk all day. Also, I love it went you use cool words like incorrigible." Fitz exclaimed and she giggled.

"You're such a weirdo."

"And you love me," he pointed out, as if was even a question.

"I do," she agreed, leaning forward and kissing him. He moaned into her mouth and slipped his arms around me.

"Ready to go, Livi," Fitz looked at her and Olivia nodded.

Fitz stepped out of his boxers, ridding himself of the last article of clothing between them. Olivia's dark hair covered her shoulders, free from its earlier pinned up state as her chest rose and fell in anticipation. Olivia licked her lip as her eyes swept over his body. Unable to wait any longer, Fitz pulled her back into his arms. Their lips came together in a slow and denial kiss, hands gliding over one another's body. They walked back slowly, lips still locked until they hit their bed. It didn't slow down their efforts, parting long enough to crawl onto the bed.

He slowly ran his hands down her body, stopping to caress her breasts and toy with her pert nipples. She arched towards him and Fitz took one in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, scraping it with his teeth.

"Baby," Olivia moaned, bringing her hands to the back of his head, holding him in place. He moved one hand between her legs, reveling in her hot wetness as his fingers slid through her folds and around her clit. Before long, she was gasping his name and tugging his hair. He kissed his way back to her lips. She rocked her hips, trying to get him to press deeper.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered, as he pushed two fingers into her. He loved the sounds she made for him. Gasps and sighs. Whimpers and moans. And his name. The way she said his name, it was like a prayer. Fitz kissed her and crooked his fingers to rub against the spot that drove her wild. She fisted the sheets as he stroked her until she cried out, arching off the bed and coming undone.

Fitz moved between her legs and stretched above her, kissing her as he aligned their bodies, sliding along her center and teasing them both. She bit her lip and gave him a slight nod before he pushed into her, burying himself in her warmth. She was hot and tight and slick. Being inside her was the sweetest torture.

"Christ...Livi," he groaned into her neck, biting her flesh.

"Fuck, you feel good," Olivia moaned, raising her hips meet his. Fitz pulled back and began to move, driving in and out of her in long, deep strokes. "Shit , Fitz baby. I can't... Please."

Fitz knew that voice, that face. He knew what she needed and gave her more. He thrust harder and faster, pounding into her. Her body arched inwards as he played her like an instrument. He continued his pace until her body began to tighten around him. Her fingers dug into his ass, and her whole body stiffened.

Her muscles clenched as she went over the edge, crying out his name. It was like music to his ears, a symphony reaching its climactic note. A joyous sound one could never tire of. That was what did 'd done this to her. He made her gasp and cry and thrash her head. He orgasm, her cry they were his. She was his.

The orgasm that he'd been fighting coursed through him. He grunted and shoved into her one last time. His release came long and hard. Panting and spent, he rolled to the side to not crush her, and she curled against him.

After a few minutes, he got up to get a wet washcloth. When he came back to the room, he tenderly ran the warm fabric along her thighs. When he was done, he fling the cloth in the direction of the hamper. Liv snuggled against his side and her hand stroking across his collarbone.

"Mm... That was..." she trailed off, giggling. "Wow."

"It was," he agreed, lightly trailing my fingers down her side, "see, unlike you, I don't judge when you use 'wow' to describe out sex life, even if you do have three degrees from Harvard and one from Yale," he teased.

"I wish I had a comeback but my mind is just mush."

"You'll come up with one when I least expect it," he kissed her nose.

The loft was quiet except for the sound of their breathing mixed with the bustling noises of the city. The couple stayed like that for a while, gently touching each other, enjoying the comfortable silence. Eventually, she shifted in his arms, so they were spooning.

"Livi?"

"Yes," her voice was muffled and quiet, as if she was almost asleep.

"I love you," he tightened his arms around her. She rolled over to face Fitz, her fingers tracing his lips.

"Fitz, I love you too. Dinner was wonderful. The ballet was breathtakingly beautiful," she gazed up at him, "Definitely one of my favorite date nights to date," she pressed her lips to his.

Olivia rested her head on his chest. Fitz pulled her close, and kissed the top of her head. He agreed with her completely, it was one of his favorite date nights also. He closed his eyes, letting sleep pull him in.

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