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He woke up when the warm sunlight began to heat up his body under the covers. It took him a moment to figure out where he was, but then something tickled his nose, waking him fully. Fitz opened his eyes and smiled. Olivia had turned over in her sleep, her face now tucked into his chest. Her arm was wrapped around his body as if she was hugging him to her, and her hair was sprawled out against his neck and face. She smelled faintly of coconut shampoo and something else that was uniquely her. At first, Fitz couldn't quite comprehend what it was that made him feel like his heart was swelling in his chest. Then he realized what he was feeling.
Happiness.
He was happy. Happy that Olivia was here with him, that she hadn't left last night. Happy that she let him hold her and that she trusted him enough to share a bed.
Sleep hadn't come easy in a long, long time, but when Fitz' eyes traveled to the bedside clock he realized that they'd slept all night and through the early morning hours that he usually spent getting ready for work. It was nearly ten in the morning, and the sun was already bright. On any other Saturday, he'd have gone to work, but today he didn't even feel like leaving the bed. Olivia stirred in his arms. He looked down at her in time to catch the moment when she first opened her eyes. She was a mess of curly hair and sleepy eyes, and it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
"Hi.", she mumbled.
"Hi.", he replied, and her entire face lit up with a genuine smile.
For a moment, Fitz studied her, trying to decide whether he should kiss her or not. Her revelation had made him more cautious, but at the same time he didn't want Olivia to feel like he was distancing himself from her. But she was smiling, that beautiful smile that made her eyes twinkle a little, and her fingers were absentmindedly tracing the skin of his neck. He couldn't not kiss her.
Leaning in, Fitz watched Olivia's eyes close before their lips even touched. When they finally did, it was heaven. After a few minutes of tender, sweet kissing, Olivia opened her mouth to his, taking their intimacy to the same level that had terrified her just the night before. It was different now, tough, with him wrapped around her body. Now, he knew all of her secrets. Now, she didn't have to be afraid because she knew that all she'd have to say was 'no' and they'd go back to simply snuggling together under the covers. But saying 'no' never even crossed Olivia's mind. Fitz' tongue was caressing her own and it felt good – so good to learn how to kiss in the arms of this man.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Olivia was aware of his finger playing along the hem of the shirt she was wearing. He'd pushed it up slightly, to where her oversized shorts rested low on her hips, but he never touched any skin. Olivia was torn. She wanted to feel his large, gentle hands touch her skin. She wanted to know if it would feel just as good as when he would caress her face or her neck, but Olivia was nervous. She didn't know what it would take to spook her, and she was afraid of finding out.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Fitz' mouth left hers, kissing down her jaw and to her neck sensually. She liked this. She loved the way he caressed her neck with just his lips, showing her things she never even knew she would enjoy. He found a spot just below her ear and sucked on it lightly, before soothing the spot with his tongue. A tiny moan escaped her lips, and Olivia felt his hand tighten on her waist.
"Fitz…", she breathed, lost in his kiss.
The tip of his finger sneaked under her shirt, meeting soft, beautiful skin. Fitz didn't move it, simply resting it there and allowing Olivia to get used to it. She stroked her fingers through his curly hair and pulled gently, bringing his head up so she could look him in the eyes.
"It's okay.", she whispered, and although she was smiling he could hear the slight hesitation in her voice.
His eyes didn't leave hers when he slowly pushed a hand under her shirt, resting it against the skin of her flat belly. Fitz smiled at her encouragingly and she relaxed a little. He watched her intently as his hand began to explore her skin. She was so soft, so perfectly smooth and Fitz couldn't remember ever feeling skin so perfect. He watched her face, making sure she was okay with his touch. Olivia's eyes were hooded and she was biting her bottom lip in that special way that made him want to kiss her senseless.
Her skin was on fire wherever Fitz touched. Olivia couldn't believe how much she enjoyed his touch, despite the underlying nervousness that she couldn't shake off quite yet. His palms were large and his fingers long and strong, but he still managed to glide them across her skin in the most gentle of ways. The touch was barely there, yet she could feel it all through her body. Olivia wondered if she should return his intimate touches; if she could make him feel this good too. She lifted one hand and brought it to his face, tracing his gorgeous, masculine features with her fingertips. He looked so content, so happy, that it made her smile.
"You feel good.", Fitz whispered.
"You make me feel good.", Olivia returned shyly.
Fitz leaned down and kissed her neck again, then moved lower, finding a spot just below her collarbone. He kissed Olivia there, her t-shirt separating his lips from her skin. Slowly, his hand moved higher, and Fitz expected to come into contact with the material of her bra. Suddenly, his thumb met the swell of her bare breast and he quickly pulled his hand away, terrified of taking things too far, too fast. Olivia hadn't worn a bra to bed, because she never did, and she hadn't expected the morning to turn out this way. At first, she couldn't decide what to do. Finally, Olivia let her heart make the choice, and she nodded her head softly, hoping Fitz would understand.
"Are you sure?"
She loved that he was so caring, such a gentleman. It made her feel more secure in her decision to trust him.
"Yes.", she breathed.
His hand moved higher, until his fingertips were caressing the underside of her breast. He didn't think it was possible, but the skin there was even softer. Her chest was rising rapidly with every breath she took and Fitz could feel her heart race beneath his hand. Olivia had closed her eyes tightly, anticipating his every move. But still, her breath caught a little with every new, untouched piece of skin that he reached. She hadn't thought that she would ever be able to enjoy being touched like this. His large hands were making her feel small, but she didn't mind this time. For the first time, Olivia didn't think that it was a problem to be so much smaller than the man she was being intimate with. His size didn't intimidate her – it made her feel protected.
A single finger found her nipple and Fitz caressed it with the utmost care. Last time, this had hurt so much – everything had hurt so much. But this time, before she could even think about it, Olivia was moaning quietly, her chest rising to meet his hands. Her reaction encouraged Fitz, and he stroked her breasts more confidently. Olivia could feel her nipples tighten. A fire was burning low in her belly, and although the feeling was unfamiliar, she craved it, wanted more of it.
His lips were at her neck again, hot breath bouncing off her skin. Olivia pushed her hand in his hair, reveling in the soft, silky curls that she had come to love so much. He was whispering to her, but through the cloud of her arousal she couldn't make out his words until she concentrated on them.
"You are so perfect.", he mumbled against her skin. "You are so perfect, Livy."
Words were bubbling up inside of her, threatening to escape her lips. Words that she couldn't say – not yet, maybe never. She was overwhelmed by her feelings for him, by how much she trusted someone she hadn't even known mere weeks ago. The need to kiss him again was all-consuming, so she pulled his face to hers, kissing him with more passion and confidence than either of them had thought possible.
He didn't know it, but Fitz had the power to crush her. She wasn't afraid of him physically, because she knew that just the thought of hurting her would kill him. But he could easily crush her heart. Olivia wanted to pretend that she was strong, that the walls she'd built around her heart were still intact. That wasn't the case, though. Fitz had broken them down, piece after painful piece, and now her heart was completely bared to him.
Olivia couldn't get close enough to him, couldn't stop kissing him. He was consuming her, in the sweetest way possible, and she thought her heart might burst. Fitz broke the kiss, staring at her with wide eyes. He couldn't remember ever being kissed quite like that, and he hadn't expected it from Olivia. His eyes were dark and beautiful, and he was looking at her in a way that she couldn't even begin to describe. In that moment, Olivia realized that it was too late to protect herself from the possibility of getting hurt somewhere down the road.
She had already fallen in love with Fitzgerald Grant.
He smiled then, a smile that she hadn't seen in his normally sad eyes before, almost as if he knew what she had only just discovered herself.
"Spend the weekend with me, Livy. Stay here with me."
