A/N: It's me, again lol. I'm have updates in progress for the other stories but I don't feel like completing them bc I'm lacking motivation which is why you see all of these one shots. Hope that's okay though. Anyway, this is dedicated to the guest reviewer, Lynn. Hope you like it! Oh and the song used is Love's Holiday by Eart, Wind, and Fire.

Olivia was wrapped up in Fitz's arms, their bodies moving as one. She was molded to him. Her smile was dazzling; she had never felt this content before in her life. If she ever believed in perfection it would be because of moments like this with him.

They had moved in together a week ago and they were still in the process of unpacking. It was a rare Saturday that they both were off of work. That morning after breakfast they decided to try to unpack some more of her things and they were going through her boxes when he stumbled upon one full of old school music. He perused the contents curiously, teasing her about being an old woman trapped in a young person's body.

"Hey, don't be mad at me because I actually know what good music sounds like. Those are some classics, you don't get music like that today," she defended herself.

He laughed at her, "Relax, I'm just teasing you." He walked over to where she was sitting and leaned down, kissing her temple. He had a 45 record in his hand. She happened to have an old turntable that she kept in good shape that they had unpacked earlier and placed on a stand. She wasn't paying him too much attention so she didn't see him walk over there and put the record on. He placed the needle down and put it on loop, walking back over to her as the music began to play.

She looked up at the sudden noise to see him standing in front of her with his hand out. "Dance with me Livvy," he said. His smile was enough to convince her if nothing else. That's how she ended up in his arms.

He looked at her like she was God's greatest creation and to him she was. She looked so young with no make up and her hair brushed up off of her face in a loose ponytail. She had on a tank top under one of his button up dress shirts and sweatpants. Her feet were bare making her the perfect height for him to hold.

He started to sing softly to her along with the music:

Would you mind if I touch,

if I kiss, if I held you tight

in the morning light

He had a beautifully rich, deep, baritone voice. Her insides tingled as he leaned in and kissed her. He took his time, making love to her mouth. Her brain was becoming fuzzy and she felt lightheaded. She loved everything about her man. The way he loved her, who he was as a person, how he saw her, truly saw her like no one else did and most importantly, the fact that he was hers.

He stepped back and twirled her around. She laughed and it was music to his ears. He wanted to make her laugh for the rest of his life. The sound alone was a kiss that healed the brokenness of his heart. And he never knew how broken he was until she walked into his life and turned it upside down. When she made her way back into his arms he encircled her waist tightly.

"I love you."

"I love you too, more than words could ever express."

Would you mind if I looked

into your eyes till I'm hypnotized

and I lose my pride

They made eye contact and everything else seemed to just disappear. They were under a spell that they never wanted to break. The music, the outside world, just faded while they got lost in each other. Neither could believe they had found something so magical. A thousand wishes from a thousand four leaf clovers couldn't come close to bringing the kind of luck they felt they had with each other.

Would you mind if I make love to you till I'm satisfied

again cause

He led her over to the couch and lowered them both until they were lying chest to chest with her on top. She placed both hands on either side of his head, lowering her head until their lips brushed together. His hands moved to her hips as he tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled back. He watched as she slid his shirt off of her shoulders. He loved to watch her undress but he preferred to do it himself. So he stopped her before she could take off her tank top and slid the straps off her shoulders himself. He pulled it low enough to see her breasts and sat up. He kissed her neck, down to her clavicle and then her chest. He snaked his tongue out and licked her teasingly. He pulled one nipple into his mouth while he played with the other. He nipped her gently then sucked to take the pain away. He gave both of her nipples the same attention before fully removing her tank top. She was left in her sweatpants and panties.

She stood up and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, pulling them off as she swayed her hips to the music still playing in the background. He now had his feet planted on the ground, his body halfway off the couch. Once she kicked off her pants he made his way over to her on his knees. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him. He was placing kisses on her stomach, inching his way further down south. He kissed her through her panties and she moaned softly.

The material of her underwear was so flimsy he wasn't even sure they could really classify as underwear but he didn't care, he just wanted them off. He grabbed the front between his teeth and dragged them down until they reached her knees and fell the rest of the way.

"So beautiful…and mine," he whispered.

He stood up and took off his shirt and shorts. She helped him with his briefs as his movements were becoming slightly clumsy in his excitement.

She laughed as he pulled her to the ground with him. She was under him and he was balancing himself on his elbows. He used one had to brush against her face, stopping at her lips. He wanted to kiss her until she couldn't breathe. He didn't know what it was that made him want to kiss her all of the time. Maybe it was the addicting way that she kissed him back or the fullness of her lips that seemed to be continuously taunting him.

She opened her legs so he could comfortably position himself in between them. "Make love to me."

He reached down and grabbed one hand, intertwining their fingers and placing it above her head. He repeated the action with his other hand. Using his thigh, he moved her legs further apart. He slid inside of her, taking his time. She let out a small gasp and bit her lip. He rocked his hips, taking his time so she could feel every little bit of him. He wanted to leave an imprint on her walls. He was claiming her as his and only his.

She grabbed his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked on it. He picked up his speed and she sucked harder. He was pretty sure he'd have a bruise in the morning that should be fun to explain. She freed one of her hands and ran her nails down his back leaving a trail of light scratch marks. She grabbed his toned ass and pulled him closer as her hips started to move with his in the most sensual of dances.

He was whispering in her ear, "I love you. I need you. I'm nothing without you. You're my missing piece. Don't ever leave me."

"I won't, I promise," she replied. "My heart is yours if you want it. I want to have your babies."

Her words almost took him over the edge. He closed his eyes to try and control himself but she felt so good. He was going faster and faster, thrusting harder and she cried out. He let her hand go and angled her head back so that he could suck on her neck. He started to swirl his tongue in circles on her neck and she placed both hands in his hair. She was tugging and scraping her nails against his scalp, urging him to keep going.

Before she could cum he flipped them over so that she was on top. She grabbed his hands again and held on as she rode him up and down. When she stopped and slowly rolled her hips he felt his toes start to curl. He ran one hand up her back, cupping her neck and pulling her down against him. He wrapped his arms around her as his thrusts become harder and more sporadic. His face was buried in her chest and he was sucking the skin right above her breasts. If he was going to be marked up then so was she.

He felt his spine start to tingle and he thought he saw white. At the same time Olivia's body started to buckle against him and her mouth fell open. She screamed as she came and then she blacked out for a minute. When she came to her head was resting on his chest and he was tracing his name into the sweat that covered her back. He had just slipped out of her but neither made an attempt to move their bodies.

Just then they heard the lines:

I never ever felt this way in my heart before

Love has a holiday in my heart tonight

They felt their souls connecting in that moment. And they had never felt more…right, together.

"Marry me?" he asked.

"What?"

"Marry me? Say yes."

"Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."

FYI: I'm already writing another one shot as I post this, hopefully I'll actually finish it today but if not it'll be up before the 4th. Leave me reviews, they're my hallelujah, heroin, and reason to breathe.