Four O'clock Reality

Olivia left the office at exactly five o'clock. She was exhausted both mentally and physically. She just needed to catch up on some sleep. She was looking forward to a quiet night at home in her fuzzy pajamas with a glass or two of wine and an early bedtime. It sounded like pure bliss right now.

As she was unlocking her front door, her cell phone started ringing. After opening the door and setting her purse down, she answered the call from Fitz. "I'm sorry, I can't talk right now. I have my mystery stud over and he's about to take his pants off. I gotta go."

"And yet you answered the phone, Miss Pope. Maybe his name isn't the only mystery? There must not be much to get excited about if you're talking to me right now." Fitz waited for the expected sarcastic remark.

"You got me there." Olivia plainly said.

Fitz knew something wasn't quite right. Olivia always had a good comeback during a fun conversation with him. She sounded...defeated. And then he realized that it had to be exhaustion. Neither of them had gotten much sleep the night before. She had come back home from visiting her parents and the sex between the two of them had been very energetic and creative. He himself had only gotten three hours of sleep, after driving to his own house in the pre-dawn hour.

And then the two of them had gone to lunch where they had talked. And Olivia had cried, he recalled. Crying always wore a woman down and made them tired. Fitz bet she was running on fumes and was just looking forward to sleep. He himself actually wanted the same thing, but he had remembered tonight was supposed to be their bowling night. He doubted she remembered, and he certainly wasn't going to bring it up.

"Did you have a good day?" Fitz was trying for normalcy. It felt like a lame question, but he waited for an answer just the same.

"It took too long to get to the end of it. I'm so glad to be home right now." Olivia put the phone on speaker and walked toward her bedroom, talking to Fitz as she walked. She stepped out of her dress and pulled up her pj pants. "I missed you," she admitted. "I know I saw you at lunch, but still...I missed you for the rest of the day." She pulled an old t-shirt over her head and sat on the edge of her bed.

Her words were like music to his ears. They made him feel less like a goofball too. "I missed you too, Babe. My mind was on you all day. I wish I could see you tonight, but tomorrow will do."

"If I could see you right now I would give you the biggest kiss. I'll give you two tomorrow to make up for it." There was a knock on the door and Olivia picked up her phone and started walking towards it, asking Fitz to hold on while she answered it.

She opened the door and was too shocked for words when she saw Fitz standing there. He picked her up in his arms, shut the door behind him and walked into her house. Olivia wrapped her arms around him and gave Fitz a smile. When Fitz got to her couch, he sat down with her on his lap and said, "I couldn't wait until tomorrow. Where's my ki..."

Olivia grabbed two handfuls of his curls and pulled his face to hers for a heated kiss. Their tongues were just as excited about being back together as the two humans that were attached to them. Fitz pulled her to a straddling position on his lap and his hands went immediately to her ass. She pulled back from the sizzling kiss and rested her head on his shoulder.

Fitz held her tight and close to his chest, rubbing little circles on her back. He could feel the exhaustion in her little body. If he kept rubbing her back, she probably would fall asleep right there on his lap. He suddenly had an idea. He whispered it in her ear. "I'm going to start a bath and you can sit in there for as long as you want. When you get out, I'll order pizza for dinner and then you can go to bed. What do you think?"

"I think that sounds almost perfect." she said, pecking his lips quickly.

"Almost?" He asked surprised.

Olivia smiled at him. "The only thing that would make it absolutely perfect is if you stayed with me tonight."

Fitz smiled back at her. He absolutely adored this woman. He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, and started walking to the door. Olivia was laughing, shrieking, and swatting his ass with both hands, asking where he was taking her. He opened her door, stepped out on the porch, and picked up the overnight bag he left there when he arrived.

Olivia saw the bag in Fitz's hand from over his shoulder and grinned. He was going to stay with her tonight. And he had planned to the entire time. He was going to fill the tub and let her soak in it as long as she wanted to AND take care of dinner. He was kinda perfect. And all hers. She wondered if he was a snuggler. Well, he was gonna be one tonight, she thought with a smile.

Fitz put his bag down and smacked her ass once before plopping down on the couch with her sitting sideways on his lap again. She curled into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. They didn't need food, she told herself. They didn't even need a bed. Just this. This felt so good and normal to her. Like this is how they always ended their days. She could get used to this. She sighed happily and closed her eyes.

Fitz was perfectly content. He had his girl on his lap. And she was happy as a clam, judging from that sigh she let out. He felt just as happy as she did. Exhausted Olivia just needed a bath, some food, maybe a movie, and then bed. He couldn't wait to hold her close as they slept. She was going to have to like that, or they were going to have a serious talk. If she thought she was going to have her own space as she slept, well, that was too damn bad. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes and said, "Miss Pope, you wound me with your assumptions. One day you will learn that almost doesn't cut it. I aim to please and I believe that I do." He grinned at her wickedly.

Her body automatically reacted to his words and voice. She wanted him and wasn't surprised by that. But she simply couldn't summon the strength to act on it. Fitz kissed her on the forehead and set her beside him on the sofa. A few minutes later, Olivia could hear the sound of water running into the tub. She just had to make it to the bathroom.

"Go get in the tub, Miss Pope." He kissed her nose. "I'll take a quick shower when you get out."

She begrudgingly stood up and walked into her bedroom. She picked up a cami and panties from her dresser and walked into the bathroom, grabbing a towel on her way to the tub. She stripped out of her clothes and slid into the bubbles. The hot water felt so good on her skin. Her muscles loosened up and she laid her head on the back edge of the tub and relaxed completely. A bath did wonders for a tired body. She started humming as she soaked away the bone deep exhaustion. Fitz would be lucky if he got a shower by seven. She was staying in here for a while.

After ordering the pizza, Fitz sat down on the couch to relax. He heard Olivia humming something he couldn't quite place, but he liked the sound of it. He laid his head back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed listening to relaxed Olivia. He smiled groggily.

"Fitz? Babe?" Who was talking to him? Now someone was shaking him. Fitz wished she would stop talking and leave him alone. He grunted and rolled over on his side, facing away from whoever she was, in hopes she would be quiet. "Baaaaaabe" Of course that didn't work.

He faintly heard the female voice say, "Fine. If you want to sleep, I'm eating all of the pizza." He fought hard to come to the surface from sleep. He blinked his eyes several times. Where the hell was he? He smelled pizza and realized he was starving. He rolled over and saw Olivia sitting on the floor in front of the couch he was laying on. And she was eating pizza. After a few more moments of clarity and he remembered he had ordered pizza, while she was in the tub. He must have fallen asleep waiting for it to be delivered.

"Don't even think about it." He kissed the top of her head and reached over her shoulder for a piece out of the cardboard box in front of her. She looked better, less tired, than before she went in the tub and he was glad for it. Exhausted Olivia needed a hot bath. He'd log that away for next time. He was starting to accumulate quite a few things in his memory about her. Little things she liked or needed. Fitz found that oddly comforting. He was learning what made his girl tick.

They ate in silence until the whole thing was gone. Olivia got up and put the empty box in the trash can. She brought back two glasses of wine and handed one to Fitz. He made a face at the red liquid, but took a sip. It wasn't terrible, but definitely not his drink of choice. Fitz stood up, grabbed his bag, and told her he was going to take a quick shower.

Fifteen minutes later he walked back in the living room wearing only a pair of jogging pants. He felt human again and had enough energy in him for a movie, if Olivia wanted to watch one. He walked back to the couch and found her fast asleep on it. He squatted beside her and pushed a stray hair behind her ear. Her face scrunched up for a moment and then she was peaceful and motionless again. Fitz smiled at her and watched her sleep for a few moments. She was even beautiful when she slept. His girl was beautiful all the time.

He stood up, took their glasses into the kitchen, and placed them in the sink. He locked her front door and turned off the inside lights. Fitz walked into her bedroom and pulled the comforter back. He went back to the sofa and picked Olivia up from it. He carried her into her room and put her on the bed. He crawled into bed beside her and pulled the blanket up over both of them. Olivia turned on her side and that suited him just perfectly. He spooned her from behind and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Olivia sighed in her sleep and that was the last thing Fitz heard as he happily drifted off to sleep.

Sometime around four am Olivia suddenly woke up. She felt a heaviness across her mid section and legs. She rolled on her back and turned her head and saw Fitz draped over her body. His left arm was across her belly and his leg was across both of hers. She smiled in the darkness of her room. She wished for a little light so she could see what he looked like. She reached over to lightly play with his hair. Those damn curls had some kind of power over her. Olivia couldn't resist touching them all the time.

As she lay there, Olivia thought about the day that would start in a few hours. She thought about what she had to do at work. She had a big court case coming up and a few more that she needed to prep for. Today was Monday, so that meant date night for her and Fitz. She couldn't wait to go bowling with him. She was going to kick his ass.

A sinking feeling suddenly came over her. She quickly sat up in bed.

It was Tuesday, not Monday. She had missed date night altogether. She had been so wiped out that she had completely forgotten about it. She looked over at Fitz, who was still sleeping peacefully. She wondered if he had remembered? Olivia thought back to everything he had done for her when she had gotten home from work. He had taken care of her. Had taken care of everything.

She had plans to have dinner with Cyrus and James tonight after work. She wondered if Fitz would like to go with her. It was a work thing, but it was a casual work thing. She knew neither Cyrus or James would mind if she brought Fitz along. She made a mental note to call Cyrus from work and ask him just to be sure. She wanted to know what Cyrus thought of her guy anyway. His opinion mattered to her and she wanted Cyrus to meet Fitz sooner or later. She laid back down and settled into his arms laying her head on his chest.

Olivia lightly ran her fingers over his chest, and felt him flinch in his sleep. This wonderful man had thought of everything a few hours ago. A bath, dinner, and putting her into bed. She wanted to show her appreciation for his thoughtfulness. No time like the present, she mused. She put her knees on either side of his hips, so she was straddling him, and replaced her fingers with her lips and kissed his chest. He wasn't waking up, so she kicked it up a notch. Olivia dipped her head into his neck and ran her tongue down the column of it. She alternated kisses and licks across his chest. No noise from Fitz. He must be a deep sleeper.

She slid her body down his and happily discovered he was hard. She pulled his sweat pants off of his body, threw them over her shoulder, and settled herself between his legs. She wrapped her fingers around the base of him and started stroking him up and down as she ran her tongue slowly down his happy trail and...nothing. He must have been really be tired, she thought.

Olivia got up on her knees and took him into her mouth. A quick moment later, Fitz started moving his hips and groaned lightly. He was coming around, she thought as her mouth continued to work over his hard length. She picked up the pace some, enjoying herself enjoying him.

Fitz was trying so hard to hold it together. He had been awake ever since she sat up in bed. He almost said something to her a few times, but waited to see if she would fall back asleep. Apparently she had other plans and was feeling well rested. She was making it really difficult for him to remain quiet and "asleep" with the things her mouth was currently doing to him. At this rate, he wasn't going to last much longer, and this was not how he wanted it to end.

A wicked idea came into his mind and he almost laughed at the thought of it. But he knew it was a guaranteed way of making her stop without giving away that he was fully awake and fully enjoying the hell out of what she was doing. He moaned in his sleep, put his hand on her head, and groggily said, "Mmmmm, Danielle. Don't stop." Like the answer to an unasked prayer, Olivia ceased movement on his southern region.

Did she hear him right? Did he just call out another woman's name? Oh hell no! Olivia was going to get to the bottom on this nonsense. She unceremoniously dropped him out of her mouth and batted his hand away from her. She got up off her bed and turned on the bedroom light. She straddled him and sat on his chest. He still had his eyes closed and looked completely at peace. That was about to end right now! "Fitz." Nothing. She called his name much louder than necessary. "Fitzgerald!" She watched as his eyes opened to slits. She immediately began her rant. "Who in the hell is Dan..."

Olivia blinked her eyes and found herself on her back, with Fitz pinning her to the bed. He had a huge grin on his face and tried to kiss her. Olivia wasn't having it and turned her head away from him. Fitz chuckled at her as she tried to buck him off of her. She was pissed and wasn't in the mood to play games with him. "Who in the hell is Danielle?"

Fitz kept grinning at her while pinning her hands to her side. Mostly so she wouldn't hit him. How is it that she was even beautiful when she was pissed off? He was so thankful that he had met her in the dry cleaners that day. He was already in love with her. All of her. Her mad side, her tired side, her happy side. All sides of Olivia made her who she was as a whole person and he wouldn't trade any of those sides for anything. She was about to be turned on Olivia, she just didn't know it yet.

"Good question. Who is she?" He laughed and then leaned down to kiss her, but again she avoided it by turning her head. Fitz brought both of her tiny hands up over her head and held them there with one of
his huge hands. He put his finger under her chin and directed her face back to his, still smiling at her. "Do you want an explanation? Or do you want to stay pissed off? Because you can't have both, Miss Pope. Decide."

Olivia wanted a lot of things from him. She wanted to know who Danielle was. And she wanted to kick his ass for calling her name out at the wrong time. And then she wanted him to apologize profusely. Explanation? Or stay mad? Her curiosity got the better of her so she said, "Fine. Explain. And it had better be good too!" Besides, she could always stay pissed off if she wanted to. He couldn't control her emotions.

"Good choice. But first, I'm going to need a kiss." Olivia looked at him like he had grown two heads. Fitz was enjoying this so much. She was certainly still going to be mad after he explained it to her. He hoped she would pour that anger into the sex he was going to convince her to have with him afterwards. "You woke me up in the middle of the night screaming at me. I think that justifies a kiss. Don't you?"

"You're not getting a kiss, Fitz. I woke you up in the middle of the night because you called out another woman's name as I was..."

"Quiet!" He commanded. "I have been awake ever since you sat up in bed like a crazy person and started worrying about god-knows-what at four in the morning when you should have been sleeping. He leaned down and kissed her neck gently. "When you started in my neck, I thought I was going to lose my mind." He released her hands and pulled the bottom of her shirt up and off her body. "When you started kissing my chest, I got the tingles everywhere." He slid down her body as she had done to him and pulled her pj pants off of her. "When you started licking and sucking me, I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on very long. But it felt so good. It was the very best way to be woken up. But I desperately needed to be inside of you."

He opened her legs wide, dipped his head, and gave her center a long slow lick with the tip of his tongue. Olivia moaned loudly. Her question almost forgotten. But then she remembered it. He wasn't going to get out of answering it with sex. But before she could ask him again, he slid up her body started speaking again. "There is no Danielle. There never has been. I made up a name as the only way I could think of to get you off of me so I could have you the way I wanted you. Just like this. On your back. Open for me to fill you up." As soon as the words left his mouth, he thrust his hips and did just that.

Olivia screamed from the pleasure of it. Fitz held still for a moment and just watched her face. "Are you still mad at me?" He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he said it.

He is ridiculous she thought to herself. Truth was, it was a good plan and it had worked perfectly. But she was never going to tell him that. She put her hands on his back and dragged her fingernails down the length of it, settling both hands on his hips. "If you don't start moving these, I will be." Those must have been the magic words, because Fitz became a man possessed. He slammed into her repeatedly at an insane pace. The feeling was indescribable and she climaxed twice as he continued his wild mission.

Olivia was well on her way to her third orgasm when Fitz pulled out of her. She didn't have time to complain or argue as he grabbed her tiny waist and flipped her over. "Hands and knees" was all he said and she was quick to comply. She waited for him to continue the same pace he had already set, but instead Fitz entered her slowly. Inch by inch he sunk into her wetness until he was at the hilt. And then, just as slowly, he pulled back from her. Olivia arched her back and moaned at the new slower pace. "Babe, please..." She begged.

Fitz was lost in the amazing feeling of her. His head was thrown back in pure enjoyment. He wanted to stay in bed with her and do this for the rest of the day. He sat back on his heels and brought her with him. She turned her face to the side and kissed him passionately as he reached around and massaged her breasts. Fitz broke the kiss and sucked air into his lungs as Olivia rose and fell from his lap, slowly at first. She could feel her body building up toward the next orgasm and picked up the pace going faster and faster until they exploded together with loud grunts and profanities.

They both flopped down on the bed to catch their breaths. Fitz wrapped his arm around her and she settled into the crook of his arm with her head on his chest. A few minutes later she picked up her head, scooted closer, and kissed him. "Good morning, Mist...Babe," she corrected.

Fitz kissed her nose and asked, "Why have you stopped calling me 'Mister'? I noticed it yesterday too. I kind of liked that nickname."

"My parents ruined it for me when I was at their house. They were being all flirty with each other, as they usually are. But then my mother called my father Mister, and that killed it for me." She groaned. "I'm sorry, but I can never call you that again. It would be too weird."

Fitz laughed until his belly hurt. Olivia eventually had joined in on the laughter too. He held her closer to his side and said, "Now that I know the story, it would be weird for me too." He kissed her again and took his time doing so. He was ready for another round with her, but first said, "Good morning to you."

He tried to put her under him again by rolling on top of her, but Olivia was faster. She rolled with him until she was sitting on top of him. She lifted herself up and guided his long hard length inside of her.
"This is going to be fast because we both have to get ready for work." She started quickly moving up and down, bringing moans and heavy breathing from him.

He reached up and put one hand behind her as she arched her back. The other hand started rubbing circles on her bundle of nerves below. She was chanting his name over and over and begging him not to stop until she screamed his name and collapsed on top of his chest. Fitz, however, wasn't done yet. He rolled them over again and she was back underneath him. Olivia held onto his shoulders and wrapped her little legs around his waist as he thrust into her several times. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily and kissing her neck.

A few minutes later, breathing under control, Fitz got up and headed for the shower. While he was in there Olivia started coffee for both of them and picked her outfit and shoes for work. When he stepped out in a towel, she licked her lips and watched the water run down his chest. "Do you see something you like, Miss Pope?"

She ignored him and started brushing her teeth. Fitz walked to the mirror and shaved his face. When both were done she jumped in the shower while he put on his jeans and brushed his teeth. Olivia got out of the shower wrapped up in a towel and watched him have a similar reaction to her wet body. "Do you see something you like, Mr. Grant?"

Fitz didn't care if the bakery burned to the ground. All he cared about was the perfect mocha skin she had exposed and the rest of it that she had covered up. He wanted round three in the worst way. He grabbed for the edge of her towel but she side stepped out of his reach with a giggle.

When they were both dressed for the day, with coffee in hand, they walked out the front door together holding hands. Fitz walked Olivia to her car, opened the door, and kissed her goodbye. "Have a good day at the bakery. Keep those buns sticky."

"It's started off the best way possible.! And I have a meeting with Danielle later this afternoon." Fitz laughed at the face she made and watched her drive away.