Thanks for the reviews, feeling the love, this will be Part 1 of 2 part ending to the past. Part 2 will be up tomorrow night. Hope you enjoy this.

June 30, 2003 – Grandma Rose's farm – sunset

He stood there and just stared at her. She stared back, unable to believe her eyes. Walking up to him, she poked him in the chest, "You have some nerve showing up here." Fire in her eyes, she glared at him.

Reaching over, he grabbed her by the waist and dragged her tight against his chest. Leaning down sharply, he blotted out her words of anger with his lips. She stood there in shock and anger as his lips moved over hers, coaxing her to respond. Soft, gentle little nips pleading with her to reciprocate.

Pulling back, she raised her arm to slap him, he grabbed her offending arm and dragged her back into his arms. "Silence Olivia," his stern command made her freeze.

"Why do you get to call the shots?" she pushed him away and turned around, marching back to the farmhouse.

"Damn it Olivia," he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his arms. This time when he kissed her, she responded with an ardent passion. She commanded the kiss, her lips moving over his hungrily, her tongue foraging into his mouth, demanding and passionate. Her fingers ran through his dark curls, pulling his head sharply to one side.

His hands drifted down to her butt, burying themselves in her jean pockets, pulling her closer to him. He lifted her easily, her legs wrapped around his waist as they moved back, both moving blindly. He moved backwards till he felt the smooth chrome of his truck. Pulling back, he walked to the bed of his truck and pulled the tailgate down.

Olivia unwound herself from his waist. "Take me somewhere, anywhere," her eyes were full of questions, right now she just wanted to forget.

He opened the door for her to get in the passenger side of the truck. Shutting the door firmly, he walked around the front of the truck, got in, started it and looked at it. "Where to?" he asked.

"Go straight, take your first left, then I'll tell you where to turn right," she settled back, not wanting to discuss anything else. Arms crossed, she looked at him, measuring his silent cues. Unsure of how to approach this, totally not expecting him to just show up out of nowhere.

10 minutes later

The sun had just set, that glimmer of golden light on the horizon was fading. She walked around the back of the truck, leaning against the cool chrome. Looking up at him, she waited for him to speak. He had come a long way for who knows what.

"Where to begin," he looked at her. Sorrow in his eyes, she lifted a finger to his lips. "Not tonight, I just want to remember how good it was."

Nodding, he turned to the back of the truck and pulled the tailgate down. He had a couple sleeping bags in the back and some pillows and his bag. "Convenient?" she teased him.

"No, just prepared, Boy Scout," he pointed to his chest.

"Yeah right," she prodded him teasingly in the chest. He hopped up into the truck bed, holding out his hand to help her. She brushed him off.

"I'm in charge tonight," she said. Pushing him onto his back, she straddled him. Pulling her tank top over her head, she tossed it to the side. She was bare underneath, no bra needed. Being hot and summer while also being young and having perky breasts was an asset.

He laid back and waited for instruction from her. "Take off your shirt."

Slowly, he pulled one arm through and then another. She grabbed his shirt and tossed it to join her tank top in the pile. Leaning down, when her forehead touched his, she kissed him slowly, softly at first, then harder till she was fucking his mouth with her tongue.

Raking her nails down his chest, she ran them through the dark curly hair on his chest. Slowly, she leaned closer to his chest, kissing his nipples. One at a time, soft kisses from her lips. Without even thinking about it, his fingers crept into her hair and pulled tightly.

"You hurt me, when I saw you with her, it broke me." Her words caused him to stop touching her. He opened his mouth to respond.

"No, you don't get to say anything, this is about me." Her heart was pounding, she reached down and undid his jeans. Pulling them down his thighs, she saw his erection pointing towards her.

"Do you want inside of me?" crawling back up his legs, she straddled him again slowly, feeling him groan as she settled on top of him, her hips started to circle. "Do you want to fuck me? Like you fucked her after you fucked me." Her voice cracked on the last word.

He reached out towards her. Pushing him back, "No, my turn." She pushed him down slowly till he was lying on his back. "Don't move again or this is over," her eyes were glowing with the threat. To be used and abused or not touched at all?

"You're my toy," her lips pursed in a devious smile. She pulled his boxers down, licking her lips, she touched his cock with a finger, and then another, then gripped him tightly in a fist. Leaning down, till she was eyeballing the top of his cock.

Her lips tasted, licked and nipped albeit gently, till he was groaning and restraining himself from touching herself. Otherwise the pleasure would be over. "You hurt me, you broke me." Her jagged whispers started to affect him.

Looking up at him from between his legs, he was breathing hard with the effort to not move or touch her. "Please," his one worded plea fell on deaf ears.

"Please what?" she pulled her shorts down and tossed them over the side of the truck. The glow of twilight was giving over to the darkness of night, the light from the moon allowed her to see him. Not too sharply, but she could see he was sitting back, waiting for her to make a move.

"Please Olivia let me explain, let's not do this with anger between us," he said. His eyes pleaded with her. "Nothing you can say, will make the pain go away, it broke my heart when I saw her with you," she screamed at him.

Tears clouded her vision, wrecking the sexual anger high she'd had going on. "Why did you sleep with her?" she cried, sobbing words brokenly between her fingers as she covered her mouth.

"I didn't, my father was sleeping with your mother, your father caught him and that's why he left with you," he shouted.

"So what your father blackmailed Mellie into doing his bidding, I saw her in your bed, naked on top of you," she threw at him. Pulling back from his touch, she pulled on her tank top. "Don't touch me."

"That I can't answer for, I was not lucid that night, the last thing I remember that night was having dinner with my dad, unless he drugged me and blackmailed Mellie," he tried to rationalize.

"I saw her on top of you, naked and loving every minute of it, she was so smug," Olivia was lost in the memory.

"Was I awake? Did I say anything to you?" he asked.

"No, you groaned and turned over, Mellie said how you always fell asleep after sex, but you didn't fall asleep with me," Olivia said the last part softly, thinking of their time together.

"I swear I didn't have sex with her after you and I got together, I promise, you have to believe me," he looked at her, his eyes completely open and honest.

Olivia looked at him, her gut telling her he wasn't lying. "I believe you," she admitted grudgingly. "But why would our parents care if we were having sex?" she mused aloud.

"I have a theory," Fitz laid on his side under the cover of a sleeping bag, holding up a flap, "Please come lie beside me?"

Leaving on her tank top, she laid next to him and waited to hear his theory. I believe him, but there are so many unanswered questions.

More tomorrow night…