Bound to You

by NoLove10

She's a best selling romance novel author looking for that fire back... The inspiration and will to pick up a pen and write another sentence about love. He's drop-dead gorgeous, but also dark and mysterious. He's trouble with a capital T but when their world come crushing, can Olivia finally find real love instead of fantasizing about it through her characters?

11. Crazy About You

Moan.

That's all Olivia could do as she wrapped her arms around Fitz's neck. Her fingers glided through his silky chocolate curls as she deliciously devoured the taste of his mouth. Pressed up against the walls in the elevator, Olivia lost all semblance of time and modesty as his tongue slipped in between her lips; she breathed him in, and took the sweet offering essence of sin against his lips. Her legs are wrapped tightly around his hips and his big, calloused hands wonder everywhere, strumming tunes against her soft flesh with his fingers; effortlessly setting her skin on fire and awakening all her senses. And she moans because Olivia Pope can't seem to get enough of Fitzgerald Grant.

Too soon, the elevator doors open to her floor and they are forced to pull away. As he sets her back on her feet, Olivia can barely look Fitz in the eyes. Her cheeks are flushed and she is swayed with a type of dizziness that only his kisses can elicit. But ever as her anchor, his strong body holds her up and when he drew another kiss from her lips, so leisurely slow, and sweet, Olivia felt herself physically shudder with excitement.

Then he crouched down and picked up her previously discarded clutch from the floor. Standing up, Fitz wrapped his arm around her waist and led her out of the elevator. They walked the short distance to her door and Olivia could feel herself still vibrating, the intensity shocking her to the last fiber of her bones. She couldn't control her trembling hands and soon enough, she couldn't control anything at all because the second his lips made contact with her neck, Olivia was gone.

Shocks of delicious pleasure shot straight to her core, leaving her breathless as she wound her fingers to the back of his neck.

"Fitz…" She whimpered.

"Open the door, Goddess." He rasped in her ear. His hands were continually restless, gliding down her waist, embracing her glorious curves and finally, her bare leg. Olivia thought she just might've dropped dead when he took her earlobe in his mouth, sucking and biting tenderly.

She willed her hands to work as she searched through her clutch for her keys. Finding them, Olivia was more than relieved when the door creaked open. He gave her just enough time to punch in the alarm code and then he was on her again, attacking her lips and pushing her up against the nearest wall. She pulled his shirt from his slacks as his lips continued to drive her absolutely crazed. Too impatient to unbutton the shirt, Olivia ripped open the material, sending buttons popping and flying all across the room. But neither cared. This was sheer, unyielding need… to connect, to feel, to make fantasies become reality. Even as she groaned against his mouth, eager to have all of him, Olivia took time to explore his well defined muscles before Fitz pinned both of her hands over her head. He grind his bulging erection against her core, making her to go mad with desire.

"Livvie…" Fitz whispered against her lips.

She tugged at his bottom lip, causing Fitz to groan his approval. "You drive me so crazy." He mumbled, nuzzling his nose in her hair and breathing the scent of her unique conditioner before dipping his head to her collarbone and sinking his teeth in the bare flesh there. It was bound to leave a scar.

"Oh God…" He swallowed her every moan after that in long, capturing kisses, drinking from her lips all the passion she was feeling. And just when Olivia thought she felt it all, with the thrilling rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins, everything just stopped all at once. His lips now only ghosted parts of her, his fingers relenting in it's mapping of her body but his eyes… those stayed consistent, swimming in a pool of grey, glazed and overflowing with so much lust, so much desire, so much passion. So much of this man was bare for her to see and Olivia couldn't understand how he was comfortable being this vulnerable with her. As much as it rendered her paralyzed, it warmed her heart to see how much he actually wanted her.

Then he backed away from her, letting her arms fall at her sides. He sounded almost breathless as he took in her features and when he spoke, Olivia knew there was no turning back from him. Ever.

"Take off your clothes."

From the couch, Fitz watched as Olivia sashayed out of her little midnight blue dress. The spaghetti straps of her dress kissed her shoulders as they fell down her arms and for a second, Fitz found himself extremely envious of the expensive, designer's material. Finally, it hit the floor at her feet lifelessly and before him, stood a Goddess: her long hair falling flawlessly in a curtain down her back and her beautiful mocha skin glowing in the darkness. She looked absolutely ethereal, absolute perfection.

For the first time in his life, a well accomplished, successful and Ivy League educated Fitzgerald Grant was at a loss for words. The only way he knew how to express himself was with his eyes. Those never failed to convey his emotions before and right then, he knew they didn't because his Goddess now wore a blush on her cheek as she bounced from one foot to the next, trying to hide her beauty from him. If only she knew.

But still, she had the ability to astound him even as she acted shyly under the scrutiny of his lust filled gaze. "What then, Mister Grant?" She questioned. The innocence evident in her voice could have very well been the cause of his death.

Fitz stood up from the couch, just admiring the beauty that is so uniquely her. He closed the short distance between them in two long stride before she was in his arms again. He breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing how much he already missed her being in his arms. He titled her chin up with his index finger and held her gaze as he shook his head with awe and disbelief.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." He told her.

Olivia broke their intense gazing and looked to the side of them… anywhere but his eyes really as she chewed on her bottom lip. A chuckle broke from his lips, making her look back at him again with curiosity.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Fitz concluded. "You're a Goddess and you don't even know it, baby."

It's not that Olivia didn't believe him. She knew he was honest with his compliments but it was hard for her to accept them when all she's ever been to previous lovers was "sexy" and a means to their pleasure. But somehow with him, he's managed to make her feel otherwise tonight with everything he's said and done. With the way his fingers brushed her skin in the gentle way; with the way he kissed her lips so sweetly at times and then other times so passionately; with the way his eyes followed the shape of her body, leaving her yearning for the thoughts going wild in his head. With him, she feels seen, she feels truly beautiful. Worthy of the name Goddess that she's become accustomed to and it's all because of his actions and words.

"Kiss me, Fitz." Olivia pleaded.

Ever the gentleman that he is, Fitzgerald adhere to her request. Kissing every inch of that beautiful woman's body and leaving her panting for more. He sucked a nipple in his mouth through the thin, flimsy material of her bra. He flicked his tongue over the hardening bud of her nipples and a gasp escaped her lips. Fitz can't help stopping, to admire that lust filled looked that blushed her features.

"So fucking beautiful." He whispered as he descended on his knees, showering her flat stomach with kisses.

He let his index finger map out the shape of her toned stomach, loving how her muscles contracted with each touch in anticipation. His lips continued its trail also, placing wet kisses everywhere and enjoying the little sounds coming from her mouth. He kneaded the flesh of her luscious ass, earning a long grunt from her. And then finally, he was there, where he yearned to be. He placed a kiss to her core through the thin material of her panties.

"Fitz…" Olivia released his name like a prayer, lacing her fingers through his hair as she pressed him closer to where they both wanted.

Fitz drew another kiss, darting his tongue out to taste the moisture pooling through her panties. An animalistic groan escaped Fitz's lips and he couldn't help but wanting more… needing more. Her scent penetrated through his nose as memories of the last time he went down on her flashed behind his eyes. Suddenly, Fitz couldn't go another second without having her, without tasting her.

"God baby, you're so wet." Fitz growled.

Olivia moaned as his thumb circled her clit through her panties. "Fuck." Her legs trembled and threatened to give way beneath her.

"Tell me baby," Fitz looked up at her, waiting for her to meet his eyes. "Is this all for me?"

"Yes," Olivia whispered, "God, yes."

Standing up on his feet, Fitz wrapped his arms around her and dipped his head to capture her lips. She dug her fingers through the flesh of his back when his lips strayed from hers, only to rain breath-taking kisses down her neck, on her breasts and then he was back to her lips again, devouring her like she was his last meal.

"Show me, Livvie." He murmured on her lips. "Show me how wet you are for me baby."

Entwining their fingers together, Olivia guided his hand down her panties, bringing him exactly where they both needed. They gasped in unison at the feeling of being so connected to each other. This was more than lust, more than a quick bang to satisfy needs. As they both looked into each other's eyes, this became more than intimacy. This became two souls finally meeting again.

"Livvie…" Fitz crooned.

Words failed to describe what this moment was and they both knew it so they let their actions mirror what their words couldn't. Their lips met once more while their fingers worked together to bring Olivia the greatest pleasure she's ever experienced. Their eyes never wavered from each other and when she was close to that final moment, Olivia's body started shaking so uncontrollably and her breath came in short gasps, mimicking the fast rate of her heartbeat.

"Come for me, gorgeous." Fitz demanded. "Let me see you."

She came with a soundless scream against his mouth, her knees weakening as she rode the waves of a powerful, life-giving orgasm. Fitz held her close to his chest as she completely came undone in his arms. She looked so free yet so vulnerable. So beautiful. And it was everything.

"So damn beautiful." Fitz said, completely amazed.

Olivia blushed when he placed a loving kiss on her cheek. "You're quite the expert, Mr. Grant." She teased. "That was incredible. Thank you."

Fitz threw his head back, a full boisterous, guttural laughter escaping his lips.

"What's so funny?" Olivia asked, playing with his curls.

"I think you're the first woman that's ever thanked me for giving her an orgasm." Fitz confessed.

Olivia can't help but laugh with him too at his confession. "Really?" She asked.

Fitz nodded. "Really." He replied. "It's quite flattering."

"Well in that case, Mr. Grant," She brought both of her arms around his shoulders, caressing the back of his neck. "It was my pleasure."

"Ew," Fitz chuckled. "You're so corny, Livvie."

"Says the pot to the kettle." Olivia rolled her eyes. "Although, I think you're about to think something completely different in about a few minutes." She said.

Fitz raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Because I'm gonna push you down on my couch in about five seconds," As she told him this, they begin to gingerly move backwards towards her couch in the semi darkness of the room. The silver moonlight peaking through the curtains their only guide. In due time, the back of Fitz's legs hit the couch and Olivia wiggled her eyebrows at him as she teasingly pulled his lower lip between her teeth.

"You must be clairvoyant." Fitz joked.

"Yet you swear I'm corny." Olivia chuckled.

"What happens now?" Fitz inquired.

"Now, I'm gonna push you on that couch…" A small shove to his shoulders and Fitz was plopping down on the couch. He giggled to himself when Olivia raised a leg up to his chest. "Like" was an understatement when it came to what he felt for Olivia Pope. He adored her. He's never been more turned on and amused at the same time by a woman. Her ability to be so silly yet so sexy at the same time completely blew him away. Fitz let his fingertips play along the skin of her long legs before kissing her knee. Then from his chest, she begin to drag her foot downward, mapping his rock hard abs. "So sexy." She licked her moist tongue over her lips and Fitz could hardly suppress the moan coming from his mouth. When she begin running her foot over the bulge in his pants, Fitz lost his mind then. "Is that all for me, Mister Grant?"

Oh she's such a tease!

Blinded with sheer desire, Fitz grabbed her by her leg to bring her closer. Seconds later, she was straddling his lap, grinding torturously slow down on his hard cock. She cupped his face and before he could go crazy from all the want he was feeling for her, she crashed her lips against his - kissing him rough and slow, taking from his lips the pure taste of heaven. Everything else from that point became a blur as they begin to strip each other from the rest of the barriers separating them from becoming fully whole.

"Make love to me, Goddess." Fitz begged.

Ragged breath and completely naked before this incredible man, Olivia felt more powerful and beautiful than she ever had in her whole entire life. The insecurities and doubts that tormented her before flee as she embraced the vulnerability they were both baring to each other. Instead of something to be feared, she looked at it as something to be nurtured; as something ethereal and so it became just that as she slid down on his cock deliciously slow.

That fine line between lust and passion blurred until it became something wonderful… something beautiful. The silver complexion of the moon bounced off Olivia's skin as she rode Fitz into a world of perfection; a world of oblivion. With her head thrown back and her mouth gaping in pure ecstasy, she looked every bit the Goddess that Fitz knew she was. And as release became pleasure, they made love to each other's soul by holding onto each other's gaze and sharing sweet kisses until the powerful, exhilarating waves of their climax rocked them to the gates of heaven. Something about watching each other fall apart in the throes of something so intimate and incredible brought them closer than they've ever been. Entwined and bound together; physically and emotionally. It was breathtaking.

"Livvie…" Fitz whispered her name like the only prayer he knew as his lips ghosted her brows. "Where have you been?"

This time when he asked again, Olivia felt more than compelled to answer him. "Waiting for you to show up." She replied.

Silence became their companion for a while after that. They just held each other, basking in the aftermath of their love making as they tried to regain their strength. Olivia listened to Fitz humming a beautiful tune that sounded a bit familiar to her, but which she couldn't quite recall in that instant. His fingers traced invisible patterns across her skin, leaving her moaning and shivering above him and for the first time in ever, Olivia knew truly what peace felt like. She buried her face deeper in the crook of Fitz's neck as she tried her hardest to keep her tears at bay. But of course, she could never hide from him. He squeezed her a bit tighter and placed soft butterfly kisses on her naked shoulder.

"How you doing, Goddess?" He asked.

Olivia can't help the smile on her lips and when the tears did fall, she found that she didn't even care. She was feeling so much at the moment, and she didn't want to mask those feelings from him. Wiping the fallen tears from the hollow of her eyes, Olivia pulled away to stare at him. Her smile was still in place and when she kissed his lips, their happiness matched.

"I'm doing great." She replied.

"Good." Fitz grinned, pecking her lips. "You want me to run you a warm bath?"

Olivia moaned. That sounded like music to her ears and she couldn't help the urge to kiss his lips again. "Only if you promise to join me." She said.

"I think that could be easily arranged." Fitz smiled. "Can you walk?"

Olivia pouted at him as she shook her head. "Unh-unh. Not for a while." She answered.

When he began laughing at her, Olivia bit his neck. "Stop laughing!" She chastised. "It's not my fault that your-"

Fitz raised his eyebrows, daring her to finish the sentence. "It's not your fault that my what?" He probed.

Olivia rolled her eyes at him. "Just take me to my room, boytoy!" She cried.

"So rude." Fitz shook his head as he stood up with her still wrapped tightly around him. The movement caused him to finally slide out of her and Olivia whimpered her lost in his ears, causing Fitz to instantly grow hard again.

"Behave, unless you want to get savagely fucked against the nearest wall here." He smacked her ass. "I'm trying to be a good boytoy."

Turned on didn't even begin to describe what Olivia was. She so badly wanted to test her limits with him but she also wanted to soak in that bath. He was trying to be romantic and she wanted to let him do his thing. It's not to say that she wasn't going to collect on that delicious round against the wall later.

"Yes sir." She whispered in his ear.

Fitz groaned. "You're not helping yourself here, little lady." He said as he begin walking down the hallways to her bedroom. "I'm starting to think you like getting spanked. Do you like getting spanked Goddess?" Just to get confirmation on his suspicion, Fitz gave her bottom another stinging tap. The reaction he got from her definitely answered his question.

"Who's not playing fair now?" Olivia challenged, staring into his eyes.

"Be quiet." Fitz said before capturing her lips with his. "Where's your room?"

"Second door to the left." Olivia replied.

When they finally made it to her room, Fitz broke their kiss and threw Olivia in the middle of her queen sized mattress. Her squeals turned into giggles as she bounced on the bed. In seconds, Fitz was covering her body and laying kisses everywhere, tickling her in places she was the most sensitive.

"I like your room." Fitz complimented.

"Oh thank you." Olivia replied, running her fingers through his hair. "I decorated it myself." She told him.

"It's very you." He said. "This whole apartment is very you. You'll have to give me the whole tour when it's a bit lighter."

Olivia noted. "No problem."

He cuddled with her for a little bit. Burying his face between her breasts and hugging her torso tightly. Olivia couldn't help but giggle like a little school girl when Fitz begin blowing raspberries on her stomach. This whole night has been so magical. Their date was wonderful and it's not like he had anything to prove to her any longer but still, he continued to make her so deliriously and gloriously happy. She couldn't figure him out and Olivia found that she didn't want to try to. This thing with Fitz… whatever it was, it was great and she was going to enjoy every last second of it freely without any reservation.

"Okay!" Fitz said abruptly. "Let me go woman. I gotta go run you that bath."

Olivia chuckled at him. "You're the one crushing my ribs but I'm the one that needs to let go? Suuure." She teased.

Fitz squinted at her before he stole a peck from her lips. "No one likes a smartass, Ms. Carolyn." He let go of her waist and just when he was about to get up, Olivia fastened her legs around his hips. "Really?" Fitz laughed. "Let me go, you dork."

"Say please." Olivia giggled.

"Please, Livvie?" He even added the pouty lips and the puppy dog eyes.

Olivia groaned at how cute he looked. "Oh, fine! Go away."

Fitz gave a hearty laugh as he climbed out of her legs. He kissed her bended knee before he turned to leave for the bathroom. "You stay right here and keep on being perfect. Don't move an inch, I'll be right back. Okay?"

Olivia nodded. "Okay." She smiled.

He opened the door of the bathroom, only to stop dead in his tracks before he went in. "Towels?" Fitz asked, gingerly.

Olivia watched his prefect ass flex with every step he took. The muscles of his back were sculpted so nicely; so perfectly defined, it was enough to make her cry for mercy. He was just such a beautiful man, so sexy and confident in his nakedness. Olivia bit her lips as she continued to watch him. A blush blossomed on her cheeks when he turned around and she got caught basically drooling over him.

"Livvie…" Fitz called.

Snapping out of it, Olivia sighed dreamily. "Towels. Right. You'll find some clean ones on the third shelf in the bathroom." She replied. "And please feel free to use anything else you might like. Make yourself at home."

Fitz nodded. "Thank you."

Just before he stepped in the bathroom, Olivia called out to him.

"Hey, baby…"

Fitz turned his head to look at her. "What's up?" He asked.

"Just thought you should know: you got a sexy ass." Olivia informed him.

All Fitz could do was laugh. He gave her a wink before he disappeared in the bathroom. "Thank you." He replied. "I'm glad you approve."

Once completely alone, Olivia rolled onto her stomach and buried her face under a pillow. She was royally screwed and she saw no way out of falling deeply and quickly for Fitzgerald Grant. How sway.

…

Fifteen minutes later, Olivia was being awakened from a light nap with kisses across her back. "Baby, wake up." Fitz breathed in her ear.

He chuckled when she groaned at him to go away. "I can't believe you fell asleep on me." He teased.

"You said not to move." Olivia reminded him. "I didn't move and you took longer than I thought."

"And you'll see why as soon as you get up." Fitz promised. "Come on, baby."

With a lot of groans and whimpers, Olivia dragged herself out of bed. She stood up, rubbing her eyes from her short nap and Fitz can't help but admire how cute she was.

"Okay, now close your eyes." Fitz instructed.

Not wanting to even argue with him, Olivia simply did as she was told. The moment she closed her eyes shut, he grabbed her hands and begin leading her to where she presumed the bathroom was. Upon entering the room, Olivia was met by the distinctive smell of her jasmine and cinnamon scented candles.

"You can open them now." She heard Fitz said.

She did exactly that and instantly, Olivia felt her heart swell up with affection. Before she knew it, she was throwing herself in his arms and kissing his lips breathlessly. No one had ever done anything quite as romantic for her before. Her bathroom looked completely different than what it used to be. He had turned it into this beautiful sanctuary with warm, scented candles illuminating the room. He had a bottle of her prestigious wine chilling in an ice bucked next to two tall glasses. An assortment of cheeses, peperoni and crackers on one plate and strawberries dipped in whipped cream in another bowl. Warm water was still pouring in the tub, with bubbles overflowing on the surface. On a small table that he'd moved to the bathroom sat a sponge, her Lilly and The Valley bath oil and his phone in which smooth jazz music was crooning out of.

"Oh baby…" Olivia pulled away to admire the setting once more. "You didn't have to do all of this."

"Are you kidding?" Fitz smiled. "For that look on your face right now, it was worth every miserable second spent looking for all these things."

Olivia can't help but laugh. She did after all tell him to make himself at home. It looks like he listened to her. She placed another kiss on his lips before gathering up all her hair in a pile to make a haphazard bun on top of her head. Realizing she didn't have a scrunchie handy, she decided to tuck them into a knot before slipping on a shower cap.

Once again, she looked too cute for her own good and Fitz can't resist kissing her nose. "After you, madam." He gestured to the steaming bubble bath awaiting.

When Olivia stepped in the water, it was taking everything she had not to sing to the angels. Everything was just perfect. She turned off the running faucet before completely letting herself go and relaxing into the water. She moaned as she felt her limbs beginning to loosen up. She didn't know how much she in fact needed this until this very moment. She took a special interest in the big bubbles, popping them with the tip of her fingers and giggling each time. What a time to be alive? - Olivia thought. This was the kind of stuff she wrote and dreamed about. The simplicity and domesticity of having her lover run her a romantic bath. Sipping fine wine and listening to heavenly jazz from the 70s and 80s era. This is what dreams are made of indeed.

Unbekesnowst to her, the man who made all of this possible was still standing in the doorway, wearing an indescribable look on his face as he watched her live. That might've been when Fitzgerald Grant fell irreversibly, unequivocally in love with Olivia Carolyn Pope.

"I was promised a hot boytoy as company. Might you know anything about that?" Olivia asked, finally looking up at him for the first time since she got in the tub.

Fitz smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Perhaps. What does he look like?" He decided to play along.

"Hmmm," She actually took a second to ponder a response, which made their little banter all the more fun to Fitz. "I don't think he looks anything like you."

"You don't say." Fitz gasped dramatically. "Are you saying that your little boytoy was more handsome than I?" He waited for an answer with cocked eyebrows.

Olivia nodded even as she tried hard not to laugh at the wounded look on his face. "I most certainly am." She replied.

Hands clutching his chest, Fitz pouted. "You wound me, Goddess."

"Then get your sexy ass in here so I can make it better." She challenged.

Before he could be told twice, Fitz dropped the towel around his hips and marched towards the tub. He doubted his tall physique would be able to fit but he knew he could make it work. Settling in between Olivia's legs, he laid his head on her chest and instantly relaxed as she begin running her fingers through his hair.

"Thank you." She said, placing a kiss on his lips. "This is the most thoughtful, most romantic thing anyone's ever done for me." She confessed.

Olivia was well aware of how sad that sounded but it was the truth and she wanted to be honest with him. Instead of judgement and being bombarded with a million questions about the kind of assholes she used to date, he simply smiled and craned his neck until he was able to capture her lips again in a sweet kiss.

"This won't be the last." Fitz promised, pecking her lips once… twice before he pulled away. "Wine?"

"Yes please." Olivia replied.

…

They must've been in the water for hours - talking about everything and nothing; laughing belly aching laughter at some of the most obnoxious jokes they've both ever heard from each other; sipping on the finest wine money could buy while feeding each other delightful snacks. They delved into their favorite childhood memories, and their most embarrassing encounters. They made a mess of the bathroom floor, splashing water everywhere while engaged in a tickling war, which Fitz was the victor of. When that turned into a passion fueled, steamy make out session, they ended up making slow, playful, breathtaking, and delicious love to each other, exploring every inch of each other's body, savoring every minute they spent bound to each other in the most intimate ways. And when they both reached their pleasure, they held onto each other even tighter, riding the waves together. They both can't help but laugh at how corny they are when they high five each other after catching their breath.

"You look beautiful." Fitz said, raining wet kisses up Olivia's neck as his fingers traced a bubbly pattern between the valley of her breasts.

"Even with the shower cap on?" Olivia questioned.

"Mhmmm." Fitz chuckled, kissing her lips. "Especially with the shower cap on. That's the best part."

"You're a terrible liar but that was very sweet of you." Olivia mumbled between their kisses.

…

A few minutes later, Fitz drained the tub only to refill it again. He reached for the sponge on the small table at their sides and lathered it with the shower gel before he began to wash her leg; working his way from the bottom to the top.

"You ever been in love, Fitz?" Olivia didn't know what possessed her to ask him such a question but talking to him was so effortless. He's already told her things more personal than this, things she's sure took a lot more courage to say so this, she thought was just one of the many questions she could get away with asking him.

His hand stopped moving and he took a long deep breath before he answered. "No." Fitz replied. "Have you?"

Olivia shook her head, running her hands all over him - his hair, his shoulders, his pecs. "I've come close in the past." She answered honestly.

"What happened?" Fitz asked.

Her answer was simple at best with no room for elaboration and Fitz figured she didn't really want to dig out the laundry in that particular bag.

"Some things don't always work out quite as well as one would hope." She told him.

And Fitz didn't pride for more.

"I'm sorry." He offered.

"I'm not." Olivia kissed his neck.

"Hmmm, how come?" Fitz wondered.

"I try not to live in the past," Olivia said. "But if it had worked out, then we wouldn't be here together right now. There's no telling if I would've stayed happy in the long run and knowing me, for the sake of familiarity, I would've compromised and see it through. That might've made for two more lonely and miserable people in the world, don't you think?"

When she put it like this, Fitz couldn't help but become more curious but he was also happy that "close" didn't become "till death do us apart" with whomever it was in the past that almost had this incredible woman's heart. It would've been a great lost to him.

Reaching for the almost empty bottle of wine at the foot of the tub, Fitz poured them each a generous amount in their glasses before handing Olivia hers.

"To us." He toasted.

"Sláinte." Smirking, Olivia clicked her glass with his and then brought the liquid to her lips for a long, healthy sip.

…

After he washed her body squeaky clean, Olivia decided it was only fair she returned the favor. As she washed Fitz's hair with her shampoo, he begin to dose off, moaning at how incredible her fingers felt massaging his scalp. It was truly a sight to see.

"How come you stopped being a lawyer?" Fitz asked.

Olivia who thought he was in a peaceful slumber was taken back by his question. Besides her mother, no one's ever questioned her about why she made such a bold move in the prime of her career as a lawyer.

When she didn't answer him instantly, Fitz opened his eyes and stared at her. "I'm sorry if that's too personal." He apologized.

Olivia shook her head. "No. You're fine." She told him. "It's just that no one's ever asked before."

"Oh," Fitz frowned. "Well, from what I know so far, it sounds like you were pretty damn kickass at being a lawyer. I guess I'm just curious to know why you trade your suits and briefcase for sweatpants and a laptop."

Olivia chuckled at him. "My father was the most alive person I knew when I was growing up." She told him. "He was so in love with living life. He loved nature, he loved people, he loved adventures and he loved science. I don't think he ever did a thing that didn't make him happy, so when he died… I vowed to myself to continue to honor his memory by being in love with living life as much as he was." As she shared such deeply personal things with him, Fitz traced circled on her bended knee. He held on to her every words, smiling at how amazing she was. Smiling at how her eyes lit up when she talked about her late father. It was such a contrast to the disdain he felt whenever he so much as thought of his. "I got into law because from a very young age, all I wanted was to help people, fix their problem and make them go away. It also helped that I could talk my way out of anything. My father used to say it was a talent that would get me very far in life and it did. For a while." Olivia smiled. "I was the best female lawyer New York City had ever seen. I'd never lost a case. At the age of twenty-six, in my prime, about to make partner at the biggest law firm in the state of New York, I didn't think it would get any sweeter than that but then I realized that with that success, huge parts of myself was starting to chip away. It stopped being about helping the people - it became more about competition as I got closer to making partner. One day I was doing exactly what I was set out to do with my hard-earned degree and then the next day before I knew it, I was working my ass off making the one percent richer while the rest of the minorities rot in poverty. I was killing myself, forgetting to eat, forgetting to sleep, forgetting to breathe fresh air and feeling the sun beat on my skin because I was putting in eighty hours a week plus overtime. The whole time, the thrill - my reason for wanting to be a lawyer in the first place was just gone. Everything got too big. Cases got too big and overwhelming and illegal. Egos got too big. People around me started to change. It was all too much. It was suffocating. I stopped being happy. I stopped being in love with life, with my job, with myself and in doing so, I realized how much I was disrespecting my father's memories. Money and success was not everything to me. The decision to give it all up was the easiest thing I've ever done because at the end of the day, my peace of mind, my happiness, my health meant more."

"Wow." Fitz said. "You never cease to amaze me with how incredible you are."

Olivia placed a kiss against his forehead and smiled. "Thank you."

"So are you happy?" Fitz asked.

Olivia nodded. "Oh yeah." She replied. "These days, my only problem is a severe case of writer's block perfectly balanced with my very own procrastination."

Fitz smiled. "Do you miss it sometimes?"

"Being a lawyer?"

Fitz nodded. "Yeah."

She shrugged. "I can still practiced law, you know? It's not like my license got taken away." She told him. "Every once in a while, I do a pro-bono case for someone in need of my help. It keeps me happy and doing what I've always wanted to do."

"I'm proud of you, babe." Fitz extended his knuckles in a fist for her to fist bump him.

Olivia giggled. "You're so cute." She bumped her fist with his and then they shared another kiss.

…

By the time they got out of the bathroom, the sky was starting to clear up, and hints of the early morning lights started penetrating through the curtains in the room.

"Where's your shirt?" Olivia asked as Fitz was putting lotion on her back.

"It's in the living room, I think. Why?" Fitz answered.

"Wanna go get it for me?" Olivia batted her pretty doe brown eyes at him. "I wanna wake up to your smell in case you're gone by the time I wake up."

Fitz frowned but he didn't tell her that he didn't plan on leaving without making love to her at least one more time in the morning. He didn't tell her that he didn't plan on leaving without making her breakfast and reading the paper to her. He didn't know what kinds of men she was used to in the past, but he was gonna prove himself to be different than them. The others were no end in sight. But him, he planned to stay for as long as she'll have him.

So instead of telling her all of this, he leaned in and kissed her forehead before leaving to go retrieve his shirt and his boxers.

When he came back, Olivia was fixing the pillows on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of the skimpiest panties Fitz had ever seen. Damn it, if it wasn't enough to make his dick hard all over again.

He handed her the shirt and hopped to his side of the bed. He watched as she threw the shirt over her shoulders. It was at least twice her size and it swallowed her up in the cutest way.

"What do you think, Mister Grant?" She asked sexily, striking a few silly poses for him.

Arms behind his head, Fitz watched her as she climbed onto bed, between his legs. "No feedbacks?" She pouted.

Fitz pulled her on top of him and kissed her pouty lips. "You're so sexy. And I think you look amazing in my shirt, baby." He said.

"Thank you." Olivia blushed. "You were right, you know?"

Fitz raised his eyebrows. "About what?" He asked.

"About you being totally second date worthy." She smiled. "This whole entire night has been so wonderful. I loved every second we spent together."

He blinked his pretty blue eyes at her and then, back was his panty-dropping smile. "Ditto." Fitz agreed.

And with those last words, they settled for bed. Olivia stayed on top of Fitz. Their every limbs were entwined and her face was buried deeply in the crook of his neck. They breathed in sync, their hearts beat in sync. Everything was perfect and peacefully, in each other's arms, they fell asleep for hours.

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It all felt like a dream to Olivia the next morning. She was convinced that it had to be because surely, she couldn't have been a part of such a wonderful night.

And then she woke up to his kisses, his smell and his marks all over her body. His voice in her ears, whispering for her to open her eyes. And when she did, Olivia nearly wept.

He was just so beautiful, so perfect that she had to touch him to make sure he was real. He spotted a day's old stubble and in the light of the day, his eyes were bluer and clearer than any ocean or sky that Olivia's ever seen.

"Hi baby." He smiled.

His smile is so bright, so contagious that Olivia can't help but reciprocate it. "Hi, Mr. Beautiful." She greeted him back.

He leaned down to kiss her lips and when he finally pulled away, it took Olivia a minute to put herself back together. When she could finally process thing coherently, she realized that he was already dressed in new clothes.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"Just after nine o'clock." Fitz answered.

Olivia shook her head, completely disoriented. "What? Did you even sleep?" When they went to bed, it was very close to five in the morning. She didn't understand how he could be up and moving.

"Of course I slept." Fitz chuckled. "Then I woke up, went home, showered, got new clothes, went grocery shopping for you, came back here and made you breakfast."

Olivia thought she smelled the delicious smell of turkey bacon and sure enough, when she turned her head to her side of the bed, there was a tray full with mouthwatering food waiting for her.

"How do you do that?" She questioned.

Fitz pushed off her and made her sit up so she could get started on breakfast. As soon as she was comfortable, he brought the tray to her lap. There was a single red rose in a small vase sitting in the middle of the breakfast tray. It was perfectly trimmed and fresh out of the florist. It smelled heavenly. Just like her. Taking it out of the water, Fitz tucked the stem into her hair, smiling at how adorable she now looked. The urge to pull his phone out and snap a few pictures of her was much too great to ignore. So he did. Even though she pretested through it all. They were the best pictures he currently owned.

The whole time, Olivia simply stared at him, wondering where he came from and why it took her so long to find him.

"I hope you like scrambled eggs." He said, handing her the fork. "I wasn't sure how you like your eggs."

Olivia smiled at him. "Scrambled is great." She brought a forkful of the scrambled eggs to her lips and moaned with avidity. He was a beautiful man, a great lover, and an amazing cook. Olivia knew now that there was no way she going to survive Hurricane Fitzgerald.

It wasn't until Olivia was almost done eating that she realized Fitz wasn't. "Why aren't you eating?" She asked him.

"Because watching you is much more entertaining." He replied.

Olivia rolled her eyes at him. He was so damn corny! And so damn cute! He was too much! She picked up a piece of bacon from her plate and held it to his mouth. "Open up, sir."

"Much obliged, madam." Fitz smiled.

…

After a delicious breakfast and a quick shower, Olivia gave Fitz the promised tour to her apartment. In total, she had three bedroom - one of which she turned into a personal office in order to get her writing done. And the other was the guest bedroom.

"So this is where the magic happens." Fitz had asked.

Olivia nodded. "Not so much lately." She told him.

"You'll get it back." He kissed her forehead. "I believe in you."

They spent the next two hours in Olivia's living room, cuddled up on the couch while watching a DVD of Olivia's favorite 90's show - Living Single. She knew almost every line by heart.

"I'm not being a dork," She quickly said before Fitz could call her one. "I just love that show. My mom used to love it when it was on cable and I never cared for it. But those DVDs were in one of those ridiculous monthly boxes my mom sends me one day and I've been hooked ever since."

Fitz chuckled. "I don't blame you. It's a great show." He acknowledged.

All Olivia could do was cuddle up closer against his chest and keep her eyes fixed on the TV. She couldn't risk him seeing that look in her eyes. It was too soon and God willing, there's nothing she could do about it.

…

Too soon, Fitz was getting ready to leave.

He mentioned needing to swing by the club for a couple hours to do some paperwork and Olivia thought it was about due time she got over her procrastination and start to type up a few pages for the last installment of her Standing in The Sun series before she was officially out of an actual job.

"What does the rest of your weekend look like besides boring paperwork?" Olivia asked.

Smiling, Fitz shrugged. "I don't know." He replied casually. "I actually have a hot date later tonight."

Olivia felt her heart drop all the way down to China and her brows almost crunched up in a frown but before that could happen, she clenched her hands and balled up the courage to remain unbothered by what he just said. How could she be so stupid as to think that just because they shared an incredible night together, that meant they were official? That they were MFEO's? She's not that girl and one amazing night wasn't going to turn her into it. Except, that wasn't convincing enough. Even to herself because she really likes this beautiful, thoughtful, amazing, super corny and sexy as all sin man. He got under her skin like some addictive drug. And maybe it was too fast to be thinking about exclusivity after barely just a few weeks of knowing each other, but the heart wants what it wants. And hers wanted Fitzgerald Grant whether or not she was willing to admit that to herself out loud yet.

But little did she know, Fitz only said what he said to avoid having the "what's next?" conversation for her sake. His chips were all aligned on the table from the very first night he met her. He was all in. He's been all in. It was her that he wasn't so sure about and he didn't want her to go disappearing on him just as things were getting really fucking good. He meant it when he said he would chase her over a cliff but at the same time, he didn't want to have to because he pushed her over it way too soon. He wanted to take their building relationship at her pace. He wanted her more than he's ever wanted anything or any one person in his entire life. From the very first night they met, Fitz believed with all his being that Olivia Carolyn Pope was meant for him and last night… which was so damn incredible only proved to him and told him what he already knew. And he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize all that progress they've made.

"Would you like to come over later?" He asked.

Olivia shook her head quickly. "No thank you very much mister!" She said, quite a bit offended but her voice didn't appear so. How dare he ask her that after telling her he was going out on a date? She couldn't bare the thought of him connecting with another woman the way they connected all night the previous evening. She couldn't bare the thought of another woman being on the receiving end of that smile she's come to convince herself was reserved only for her. And the more she thought about it, the harder it became for her to contain her anger and sadness. But they weren't exclusive. He could do whatever he pleased and so could she. "I have a very exciting evening ahead of me. I don't need you." She wasn't sure whether or not she threw that little jab in the end for him or for herself because she truly needed to believe that she didn't need him.

Sharp as ever. Fitz thought. But she didn't fool him one bit. He saw past the wall of bullshit she was trying to feed him and for once, Fitz was glad that he tossed out that line about having a hot date later on. She was clearly upset about it even though she was trying to remain unbothered about it and he knew it. This could go one of two ways really. Either once he leaves her apartment she starts going kamikaze crazy, wondering about his so called "hot date" which might then stir up doubts within her about everything he's ever said to her since they met. Or… or she could tell him right now that she wanted him too and they could start building the greatest love story ever known, told or seen.

But as he grabbed his jacket from the back of her couch and she walked him to the door, Fitz knew it was the former.

"Call you later?" He said.

She nodded at him unconvincingly. "Yeah." She bounced from one foot to the next and bit on her lower lip. "Have fun tonight." And as the words left her lips, she couldn't have sounded more full of shit.

Smiling, Fitz resisted the urge to shake his head. Closing the distance between them, he used his unoccupied hand to cup her jaw in his palm before he moved in for a kiss. It was sweet, lingering and totally dizzying. When he pulled away, Olivia's eyes were still closed and her lips were gaping. Fitz grazed his nose against her cheek then placed another small peck against her still gaping mouth. "See you later, Goddess." He said.

Olivia stepped back, running her fingers through her hair. She awkwardly tapped her fingers against the hardwood door before she waved at him. "Goodbye Fitz." She replied.

She watched him get in the elevator and as soon as it closed, the wheels in her head begin to turn.

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Four hours later…

Olivia sat behind her laptop completely frustrated with herself. How could she be so stupid? Why did she let him walk out the door without telling him how she felt? She furiously continued to type on the laptop as her eyes read the words before her on the screen. For some reason, nothing she was writing made sense. Nothing felt true. How could she sit behind that computer and write about devastating, life-changing, breathtaking love between two fictional characters when she just let the real thing for her walk out the door without saying anything? What kind of hypocrisy was that? What sense did that make. Angrily and exasperatedly, she slammed her index finger down the delete button and then begin to type a series of nonsense consisting of letters and numbers. She let out a growl before tipping the computer over in between her pillow fort and then falling sideways herself.

She was so stupid.

Thirty minutes later…

She's pacing the floors of her room with her phone in her hands. It's around five thirty and she's wondering what he's doing. Is he still at the club doing paperwork? What time did he say his stupid "hot date" was? She sighed in frustration. Of course he didn't say a fucking time! He's probably getting ready right now! She clicked on his number in her call log and contemplated pressing the calling icon but like the coward that she is, she decided against it.

Still pacing, she tossed the phone on the bed as far away from her as possible. It was barely five seconds before she was grabbing it again. What to do? She wasn't that girl. She's not crazy and she wasn't about to start now. She needed to calm the hell down. Except she couldn't! Going through her contact list, she decided to call the only person she knew could tell her what to do in a situation this. God knows she didn't know. She clicked on Abby's number and put the phone on speaker. It went straight to voicemail. That little hoebag! Of course she's not answering. She went on a date with Caleb Cooper last night and she's getting laid. Yay, gingersnap! But not really! She needed her freaking best friend damn it! Next, Olivia tried Quinn. Hers didn't even go to voicemail, it just beeped obnoxiously three times before the call disconnected altogether. Her best friends officially sucked!

"Fuuuuuck!" Olivia screamed.

Ten minutes later…

She was hopping into the shower.

Fifteen minutes later…

She was getting dressed.

Twenty minutes later again…

She was locking her doors.

Five minutes later…

She was hopping into an Uber.

…

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When Olivia got to his building, she thought she had lost her mind.

What was she doing?

She never just shows up at anyone's houses trying to stop them from going out on dates and living their lives as they should.

Her and Fitz went out on one date together and they weren't even official. He could date whoever he wants. But yet, here she was, in the large, luminous lobby of his apartment building wearing her heart on her sleeve for once in her life and hoping that she doesn't live to regret it.

She had hoped that she'd be stopped because she wasn't of clearance, something, anything to stop her from committing the stupidity she was about to. But as she went past the doorman, a polite man with red hair greeted her with what sounded like a Serbian accent to her ears and the tipping of his hat.

"Oh, good evening, Miss Pope."

Olivia was startled to death that the man behind the desk at the lobby knew her name.

"Um, hello?" She waved.

"I didn't know Mr. Grant was expecting you?"

"Yeah, um... He isn't." Olivia replied.

"Very well." The man nodded.

If he was confused, he didn't say.

"Well he said to let you up if you ever show up." He then proceeded to give her a card for access to the elevator.

As Olivia took the card, she was in a confused state of mind.

It wasn't until she was boarding the elevator to his penthouse did she realize what was happening.

She trembled at the realization. She's on his list. She has an elevator clearance pass to go up to his apartment.

She wasn't privy to this. When had he done this?

The ride seemed to have been endless, but after what felt like an eternity, the bell dinged as the doors to the small but fancy confinement opened up to his floor, right in front of his door.

She was doing this. She was about to look stupid.

Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door with her closed fist.

She could run. Get back on the elevator and save her dignity. But five seconds passed and it's like she was frozen in place. She was doing this.

Dignity be damned.

When he opened the door, Olivia gasped.

He didn't look ready for a hot date. If anything, he looked comfortable in lazy sweats and a t-shirt.

Oh God.

Olivia felt stupid.

"Livvie?"

Her eyes snapped up and she looked up at him.

He had an amused smirk playing across his lips.

She didn't know why.

"This is a surprise." Fitz said.

No shit.

Olivia still didn't speak. She couldn't even look at him.

Who does that? Who just shows up at a person's house out of the blue after one date?

Fuck!

He must think she's psycho now.

"Livvie?" Fitz stepped out and closed the door behind him. "Baby. Do you need something?"

Olivia swallowed. She started fidgeting with her fingers the way she does when she was nervous. It's a nasty habit she's worked very hard to break out of. Yet, here she was: not breaking out of it.

"I don't know why I'm here." She replied.

Yes you do, bitch! Spit it out!

"Look at me babe." Fitz pleaded.

She looked up into those cerulean eyes of his and it just clicked.

She knew why she was here. She was here for the same reason she couldn't seem to stop thinking about him or smile whenever her phone ringed up and it was him on the other line.

"I know we've only gone out on one date and we've had some of the most earth shattering sex I've ever had in my life and it all probably doesn't mean anything to you because it's all just fun and that would mean that I've completely lost my mind because of what I'm about to say but I really don't want you to go out with someone else tonight because when I think about it, it makes me kind of insane? I'm like... crazy about you! I don't really want anybody else to know how corny and stupid and outrageous your jokes are or how your eyes sparkle when you laugh or smile. I know it's weird but-"

But she didn't have a chance to finish her five hundred paragraph long essay for all the reasons why he shouldn't go out with someone else. It all happened so fast.

The rest of her speech was blown away. One minute she was rambling like an idiot, and her dignity was hitting rock bottom, but the next, she was being pushed against the nearest wall and being kissed within an inch of her life.

He pushed her against that wall and framed her face in his hands as he proceeded to kiss the ever-loving life out her. He grabbed her by her tiny waist and lifted her up, holding her against the wall in his arms as he devoured her lips.

Oscar Wilde wasn't fucking around when he said that a kiss could ruin a human beings' life.

Cause holy fuck!

It was the kind of kiss that elicited exploding fireworks and awakens the soul with a ball of passion so hot, it felt like fire in the pit of your stomach.

He owned her in that one kiss.

It was the kind of kiss that said, "You're mine." And in that moment, she was completely his. Happily.

They were breathless when they pulled away. His forehead rested against hers as he placed a gentle, sweet peck on her nose.

Olivia shook her head, "This is the kind of thing that you do that makes me crazy." She said. "Why do you that?"

Fitz smiled. "You really like me, don't you?"

Olivia looked away from him as she flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah. I really do."

She glanced at him for a quick second and he had a dumbass grin on his face.

"Would you like to come inside?"

"Soooo... no hot date?" Olivia asked teasingly.

"Oh, I don't know about that." He smacked her loud kiss against her lips before settling her down on her feet.

...

When Olivia entered his apartment, feelings started hitting her right and left as the memories of the things they've done with and to each other in this very apartment came rushing back to her.

She could feel the pool of wetness already gathering in her panties. That and with the kiss he just planted on her was enough to make her dizzy with pleasure.

"Uncle T! Where did you go?!"

Olivia looked down at her feet and staring back at her was the cutest, shortest little toddler she'd ever seen.

His mane of curly black hair was all over the place. He had the cutest nose with the most adorable baby blue eyes she's ever seen. And a pretty pink pouty lip.

"Yeah, uncle T!"

And standing next to him was a little brunette. She was all sassy looking with her arms folded across her chest. Her dark brown hair hung loose on her back and her piercing hazel eyes looked up at both adults in questioning just as the little boy's was.

Fitz burst out in laughter. He couldn't help it. Olivia looked all flushed and like she was ready to crawl under a rock and never come back out. She was squirming under the gaze of a four year old little boy and an eight year old little girl.

Forgive him for laughing but it was freaking hilarious!

He grabbed Olivia's hand and entwined their fingers together.

"Munchkins," Fitz begin, looking down at the two mini Grants. "This is Olivia. She's our guest tonight. Why don't we make her feel a little welcomed, hunh? The whole CSI detective thing is kinda the opposite of welcoming."

"My name is Theodore James Grant." The four year old introduced himself proudly with his tiny hand extended in offering.

Olivia chuckled as she took it.

It was so soft and tiny and cute!

"Some of my friends at school call me Theo. My daddy calls me TJ and grandma insists on calling me Teddy Bear. I pretend that I hate it but I secretly love it. Uncle T is the only one that calls me his Little Munchkin. So I guess you can call me Theo."

Olivia couldn't help but fall in love with him right then! Jesus!

Why was he so cute?!

She wanted to eat his little face!

"Okay." She nodded smilingly in agreement.

"And I shall call you..." He went into pensive mode for all of two seconds before this really adorable smile crossed his lips. "Bella."

Cuteness overload! Oh my God!

"Want me to tell you what it means?" He asked.

Olivia knew what it meant and was very flattered. But she nodded nonetheless. "Sure."

"It's Italian for beautiful. I'm learning it now from my big cousin Gerry." The four year old informed. "Anyways, you're really beautiful. So it's fitting. Do you like it?"

Olivia couldn't help but laugh. "Yes. I do."

"So Bella?"

"Okay."

"Okay."

Then off he went, skipping out of the living room.

"Well, that was the world's longest introduction." The eight year old girl said as she watched her little brother's little feet disappear.

"Anyways, I'm Karen. That little idiots' sister."

"I heard that Karen Daniella Grant!"

"See what I mean?" Karen threw her hands up in the air in a 'I'm so done!' manner. "Why do you always have to say my whole name?"

Olivia looked behind her as she heard his little tiny footsteps back into the living room.

"It's your name isn't it?" He asked logically.

"Urgh!" Karen groaned.

Teddy stuck his tongue out and grimaced, "neh-neh-neh-neh! Karen is salty!"

"You are so annoying!" Karen took after him and started chasing after him in circles around the living room.

"Stop it, you squirt!"

"Salty!"

"I'm going to kill you, Theodore!"

"If you can catch me!"

"Urgh!"

Olivia was stunned speechless. She glanced at Fitz at her and he was just smiling.

"Well, they like you, that's for sure." He told her.

"Wow."

Words couldn't describe how overwhelmed Olivia was.

So this was his hot date tonight. Wow.

At the sound of a pillow being thrown against the wall, Fitz finally stepped in.

"Alright Munchkins, settle down."

"I will get you later, Theodore." Karen promised.

"Salty!"

Olivia had to bite her lips in order to contain the laughter that was threatening to burst out of her.

This is what it's like to grow up with siblings.

"What's for dinner?" Fitz asked.

"Alfredo pasta!" Karen shouted.

"Mac and cheese!" Teddy cried seconds later.

Oh here we go again.

"Uncle T's making alfredo." Karen declared, "Right?" She looked at her uncle and made the most irresistible puppy dog eyes. And as a added bonus, the quivering lip!

"Not fair!" Teddy protested. "Why do we always have to do what you want?" He asked.

"Because I'm older." Karen replied smugly.

"You're rude!" Teddy stomped his feet. "So unfair!"

"You should've came first."

"I'm telling Mama!" Teddy threatened.

"Too bad no one likes a tattletale." Karen smirked.

Teddy rolled his eyes. "Can we please have mac and cheese, uncle T? Please, please, please? Double-extra please?"

"Alfredo!" Karen barked.

"Fine!" Fitz surrendered. "How about baked alfredo mac and cheese? Will that make you both happy?"

"With bacon?" Karen raised her eyebrows.

"With bacon." Fitz agreed.

"Fine."

Then they were both gone.

"Is it always like this?" Olivia asked.

Fitz sighed with a nod. "And that's not even the half of it."

"Fun." Olivia murmured.

"Hey Bella,"

Olivia turned around at the mention of her now most favored nickname.

"You wanna draw with me?"

"Sure, kid." Olivia shrugged. "What are we drawing?"

Fitz watched in awe as Olivia picked up his nephew and sat him on her lap around the glass table in the middle of the living room.

He had been worried for nothing. She's a natural.

...

"I have a dog." Teddy told Olivia as he continued to make his drawing, his focus unfaltering for a four year old.

"Yeah?" Olivia couldn't resist running her fingers through his messy curls.

Maybe it's a Grant thing. Those goddamn curls are irresistible!

"Mhmm." He confirmed. "His name is Milo. He's a Labrador Retriever. Still only a puppy but he's really fast. I like playing with him."

"He sounds like a lot of fun." Olivia smiled.

"He is." Teddy nodded. "What's your favorite color?" He asked.

"I don't have one." Olivia replied.

Teddy stopped drawing and looked up at Olivia. "How come, Bella?"

"Well you know, there's so many colors to choose from buddy. It's kinda hard to pick just one." Olivia explained.

"Hm," Then he was back to his drawing. "My birthday is coming up pretty soon."

"When is it?" Olivia asked.

"It's October 24th." Teddy replied.

"It's a big one." Olivia said. "Turning five."

"I know." Teddy smiled excitedly. "I can finally ask Lola to be my best friend forever. She's in my school. She's already five."

Could he get any cuter?

"Are you gonna come to my birthday party?" He asked.

"I don't know." Olivia replied. "Am I invited?"

"Of course you are!" He said.

"Okay. Then, I'll be there."

"Bella?"

"Yes?"

"When's your birthday?"

"January 31st." Olivia replied.

"Okay."

...

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Fitz couldn't help himself from sneaking quick glances into the living room. Watching Olivia with his nephew was doing all sorts of fluffy things to his insides.

He was about ready to put the Mac and cheese under the oven to bake when his niece walked in.

"Uh, oh. You got that look, uncle T." Karen said.

"What look?" Fitz questioned.

"That weird look grown ups get when they reaaally like someone." She replied.

She circled around her uncle and opened the fridge. She cautiously retrieved a large pitcher of grape kool-aid and poured herself a glass. "She's a real babe. I don't blame you."

"Jesus." Fitz scratched his forehead. "I have to tell Francesca to stop being such an influence on you." He said.

Karen giggled. "But you like her right?"

Fitz nodded. "Yeah. I do."

"Okay."

...

Dinner was ready forty-five minutes later. Together, they sat around the granite countertop on the high orange stools and each enjoyed their own bowl of perfectly baked alfredo, bacon mac and cheese while sipping on grape kool-aid.

Laughter was a present companion between them throughout the whole meal. The two children were definitely something.

After dinner, everyone helped cleaning up. Fitz washed, Teddy rinsed, Karen dried and Olivia tried as best as she could to find the correct place where the utensils belonged.

Within ten minutes, the kitchen was cleaned spotless.

They all high-fived each other as they made their way to the living room where Teddy suggested they played Scrabble.

Olivia was surprised to find out how forward their vocabulary was. Half those words that went down on that board, she hasn't used them since college and yet, they knew it and could use them properly in a sentence.

"I told you I hated games." Fitz complained when they lost. "Their mother is a born genius. It's in their DNA!"

"You're just a sour loser uncle T." Karen teased.

Fitz pouted and Olivia just about melted. These Grant gentlemen were too much. She wondered if someone could die from witnessing too much cuteness.

She wasn't sure if she meant to do it. It felt kind of subconscious but somehow, her arms had found their way around Fitz's neck and her lips kinda fell against his.

"Eeewww!" Came the childish chorus of the two children after that.

"Now you got cooties!" Teddy said.

"Oh yeah?" Fitz raised his eyebrows with mischief playing in his eyes.

"Oh no." Karen said.

Then the attack begin.

Olivia watched as he reached out for both of the children. While he tossed Teddy in the air with one hand, the other occupied in a tickling attack on Karen. Then he started pampering both of them with kisses as they screamed for mercy.

"Now we all have cooties!" Fitz announced.

"Uncle T! You're bad." Teddy said, almost breathless with laughter.

"Well you better run and get a bath before you turn into a big bug!" Fitz said.

Teddy quickly grabbed Fitz's hand and started dragging him off the couch.

"Goofs." Karen shook her head.

And then there were two.

"Come with me." Karen commanded.

She was on her feet and down the hall before Olivia could even register what she said.

Olivia followed her down the hall to the guest bedroom on the left of the hallway closet.

Olivia had wondered why he needed two extra guest bedrooms and now she knew why. Those two must come visit often.

Karen opened the door and left it open for Olivia to come in.

When Olivia stepped in, the room somehow had a different vibe from a few weeks ago when she got the tour from Fitz. It felt girly with all the pink suitcase and One Direction and Ariana Grande posters plastered against the wall.

Olivia hadn't realized how hesitant she was until she was pulled into the room by the impatient eight year old.

Karen plopped down on the bed and handed Olivia a brush.

"Would you? Please."

Olivia didn't know what to say so she did the next best thing. She took the brush and started running it through the girl's long brown curls.

"So..."

"So?"

Why did this suddenly feel like a trap?

"How long have you been dating my uncle?" Karen asked.

Olivia was stunned. That's no question an eight year old should be asking a grown adult. But she was taken back by how mature she sounded all of the sudden.

"Not long." She replied honestly as she begin working on a French braid in the young girl's hair.

"What are your intentions with him?"

"What?"

Olivia had never felt more petrified in her life. It was ridiculous.

She's been in a court room more times than she can count and she slayed all the time. But somehow, talking to an eight year old about the new man in her life who just so happened to be said eight year old's uncle had her shaking.

"What are your intentions?" Karen repeated. "Do you plan on being with him? Do you like him? Are you serious about him? What's the end game for you?"

Is this seriously happening? Olivia thought. Am I seriously getting grilled by an eight year old?

When Karen didn't get an answer after a minute, she turned around to face Olivia.

"If you can't answer me, you're in big trouble." She told Olivia.

"Excuse me?"

"Look, I have four aunts." Karen told her. "And lucky for you, I can impersonate all four of them and I'm telling you right now, if you can't answer me, a little harmless eight year old starting third grade in the fall, then you're toast, buttercup."

Olivia's eyes widen.

First of all, what the fuck! Like seriously, what kind of eight year old is she? Second of all, who told her this was a good idea? And third, buttercup? Why did such a term of endearment feel like an insult all of the sudden?

"I was being the pit-bull and that's Dee-Dee of the five Grant sisters." Karen informed. "But right now, I'm really asking you for me, an eight year old innocent little girl who really loves her uncle more than anything on the planet." She started doing that thing with her hazelnut brown eyes. "What's in it for you?"

Damn, she's good!

"Listen to me kid," Olivia sighed, "I don't know what the endgame is, okay? And I don't wanna lie to you. All I can tell you is that I really like that uncle of yours a great deal and I want to keep dating him and see where it goes." And because she wanted to validate the little girl's feelings, she added; "Of course, that's if it's okay with you and your brother."

She felt like she was talking to an adult instead of an eight year old.

"He really likes you." Karen told her.

"And I really like him too." Olivia smiled.

"Good." Karen nodded. "Don't break his heart."

Olivia nearly gasped. She was worried about her breaking her uncle's heart? He's the one most likely to break her heart first!

"I'll try not to." Olivia said jokingly.

But Karen was serious. She didn't even blink.

"No seriously. Don't."

Jeez!

"Okay."

"Okay."

Then she turned around for Olivia to finish her braid.

"I'm glad we're on the same page."

"I aim to please."

Twenty minutes later, Karen was bathed and changed into her pajamas. Olivia watched her perform her nightly routine like a grown up.

She applied her nightly moisturizer as she explained to Olivia what it helps do to her skin whilst she sleeps. Then she took off her jewelries and put them in a little velvet box.

She then put on her slippers and motioned for Olivia to come with her.

"Finally!" Fitz said. "I was about to send the firing squad after you guys."

"You're silly, Fitzgerald." Karen teased.

"What were you ladies doing?" Fitz asked.

Karen glanced at Olivia over her shoulders and winked.

"Oh you know," The eight year old begin, "We were talking Chanel, p!nk and One Direction. Girly things that is nacho-business, Mr. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant."

And she lies like a pro too! This is no normal eight year old. Olivia concluded. And really? Did she really just say nacho business?

Now Olivia knew the corny joke were also a Grant thing too.

It's amazing how much she was learning all in one night.

"Are you staying?" Fitz asked.

"I don't-"

"You have to stay." Teddy butt-in. He was comfortably lounging on the couch in his sports pajamas with the remote resting on his lap. His eyes stayed fixed on the television screen as he continued, "It's late and you shouldn't walk home alone at this time, Bella."

He was so wise for a four year old.

Fitz shrugged. Apparently, he wasn't even going to argue against the four year old. If Olivia really wanted to leave, he'd have Tom or Hal take her home but he liked the idea of her staying. It sounded much better. That way, he could shower her with all the affection in the world all the way through the next morning. And if he's lucky, he can convince her to spend Sunday with him and the kids.

"I second that." Karen said.

So it was final. She was staying.

And if Olivia was being entirely honest with herself, she didn't want to leave. She didn't want to stay just for Fitz. But being wanted/welcomed here by the kids was just as important to her and felt so much better.

The last thing she wanted was to feel like an intruder.

"Can we sleep on the air bed in the living room today?" Karen asked.

Fitz stirred about it for a minute before he shrugged. He decided he didn't really care. They can do whatever they want. As long as it wasn't hurting anyone.

"Sure Munchkin." He answered. "Go get it in the hallway closet and the two of you can start putting air in it. I'll be back to fix it in the living room in a few."

"You rock uncle T!"

"Yeah, yeah." Fitz leaned down and placed a kiss on the little girl's forehead before he swiped Olivia off her feet.

"Jammie Jam! Let's do this." Karen snapped her fingers to get her little brother's attention.

...

As soon as Fitz closed and clocked the bedroom door behind him, he threw Olivia on the king sized mattress in the middle of the room.

Olivia giggled as she bounced on the bed. In a flash, he was on top of her and turning her giggles into delightful moans as he kissed her lips.

"Babe..." Olivia murmured against his lips hesitantly. "The kids..."

"Quiet. You have no idea how turned on I am right now." Fitz shushed her with another soulful kiss. "Watching you being with my family... they like you so much, Livvie."

He went back to kissing her again. His lips soft and gentle against hers as his tongue tangoed with hers in a well rehearsed dance. Heat scorched from her face and traveled all over her body.

She couldn't deny him this. It felt too good.

Olivia threw her head back further into the mattress as his mouth begin its trail down her neck. Using wet tongue, and full lips, he blazed a series of open mouth kisses along the crook of her neck, sinking his sharp teeth into the flesh of collarbone.

Olivia gasped and whimpered all the same. "We have to stop."

"I can't." Fitz whispered. "God baby... Fuck!" He grinded against her just to let her feel exactly what she did to him. "I need to be buried inside you yesterday or else I'm gonna lose my mind." He lifted her shirt up and palmed her breasts through the sexy bra that cupped them.

He sucked and bit, making sure to mark his territory on his way down.

He unbuttoned her denim jeans and slid them down her legs, removing her ballet flats when he got to them.

Dropping to his knees, he pulled her pelvic all the way down until it was resting on the very edge of the bed before throwing her legs around his shoulders..

Through her panties, he pressed his mouth against her sex and sucked at her clit. The moisture that drenched her panties made him see red. He could still taste her delicious essence through a layer of lace.

He went into full beast mode and gone were her panties, ripped to shreds. (R.I.P panty #3.)

At the first lave of his tongue, Olivia's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she reached for a fluffy pillow and pressed it tightly on her mouth. She couldn't get enough of him. You'd think she didn't spent all of last night and the better half of an early morning getting loved on by him with the way she was panting and writhing for more of him. More of his lips. More of his tongue.

"Mmmm, baby..."

Fitz on the other hand thought he died and gone to heaven as he lapped at his Goddess. Tasting her would never not be new to him. He lapped his tongue around her inner lips in long strokes before flicking it in a snake-like rhythm against her engorged clit then he closed his mouth around the bundle that elicited her pleasure.

Olivia bit into the pillow as her fingers found their destination on the back of his head, gripping onto his curls as she begin to rock against his mouth.

With each thrust of her hips, his tongue delved deeper inside her as he rubbed rough circles with his thumb on her clit.

"Fuck!"

The intensity at which the orgasm overtook her body left her too breathless to scream. She writhed with ecstasy above him as she rode the wave against his mouth and he licked every single drop of her delicious essence.

"Fitz..."

Fitz stood up and wiped his chin with the back of his hand as he looked down at his Goddess all sprawled out of his bed with that look of complete lust in her black diamond orbs.

He turned on the television plastered high up against the wall and cranked up the volume at its max then he slid down his sweats and Olivia gasped at the view that nearly blinded her.

He does commando! And he's gorgeous. God bless These United States of America!

And as if on cue, Fitz could hear the air mattress pump in the living room starting.

Grabbing her legs again, he wrapped them as best as he could around his hips. Her back was the only part of her body touching the mattress and he couldn't help the anticipation he felt when he thought about how deep he would be inside her in that position.

He teased her clit with the head or his engorged cock. Hearing her start to beg for him was what both excited him and drove him mad at the same time.

And beg, she did.

Fitz chocked on a groan as he buried every single inch of his mighty length deep inside her, stretching her deliciously. It was perfect. Just like their first time. They fit perfectly. She was made for him.

"Look at me baby. Look at me!" Fitz pleaded in a hushed whisper. "Fuck, look at me!" He growled, buried balls deep within Olivia's warmth.

When their gazes locked, it all sort of clicked in. Their lust and passion reflected and it was clear to the both of them then and there.

They belonged to each other.

Once that understanding was clear, Fitz started thrusting. And unlike their first time that was sweet, gentle and even loving, this was anything but that.

There was nothing gentle or sweet about this. This was rough, delicious, aching and oh-so-amazing fucking. He was in control and he fucked her like the King that he is to her and Olivia more than felt as every single cell in her body came to life.

"Olivia!"

The look on his face alone was enough to satisfy Olivia for a lifetime.

Each thrust brought her closer to the edge and when she was just about there, he picked her whole body off the bed with some evil strength and impaled her on his shaft.

Standing up like this, Olivia could really feel him. He felt so deep and delicious, she threw her head back and stared at the ceiling.

"No, look at me." Fitz cupped her jaw in his hand and made sure their eyes remained locked as she rode him with her legs tightly wrapped around him and her fingers buried deeply in his curls.

"Open your mouth baby," Fitz demanded.

He grazed her bottom lip with two fingers until she opened her mouth in a gasp at the intense feeling bubbling up inside her.

He dipped his fingers inside her warm mouth and like the naughty girl that she is, she humored him and sucked on his finger while digging her finger nails deep in the flesh of his back under his white shirt.

"Fuck! Come baby. Come now, Olivia."

A rainbow of colors burst behind her eyes and the sound of his release became melody to her ears as the second orgasm shattered her to pieces in his arms. She held onto to him as her entire body came apart into a million pieces of nothing and she could no longer stop the cry that rose from her throat as they come apart together.

"Olivia..." Fitz whispered with closed eyes.

She kissed his forehead and swallowed the dryness in her throat.

"It's real." She reassured him. "Open your eyes and look at me. You're not in a dream. This is real. We're real."

He felt weak everywhere from the aftermath of one of the most powerful orgasms he's ever had in his life. He lowered Olivia gently on the bed as he claimed her lips.

888

When Olivia stepped in the shower minutes later, she was surprised to find a bigger shelf on the shower wall. She frowned when she saw the shelf that was stoked up with women toiletries.

Those hadn't been here the last time she was here.

Her mind started running wild through a million other different scenarios and they didn't stop until her eyes spotted the bottle of Vanilla Brown Sugar shower gel at the very back of the huge bottle of coconut shampoo.

She didn't know when he did all this or how he even remembered what toiletries she used. Hell, she didn't even know what step of dating that was but you can bet your ass she was grinning like an idiot.

After she stepped out of the shower, she also realized that where there hadn't been an extra toothbrush before, there was now a rose pink one in the toothbrush holder.

Walking into into the room, she found him laying on the messy bed, looking spent and blissful. She leaned over him at the edge of the bed and placed a kiss against his lips.

"Hi."

He smiled against her lips. "Hi." He replied.

She pecked his lips again then again and it felt right to just be able to do that freely.

"Hmm, what was the for?" Fitz asked.

Olivia shrugged. "You did a pretty great job rocking my world. I just thought you deserved a reward." She replied teasingly.

"You're the perfect example of an adorable dork right now." Fitz smiled.

"You're the dork." Olivia poked his rock-hard stomach. "Go take a shower. I'm gonna check on the kids."

"Fine."

...

Dressed in his boxers and a large over-sized shirt of his, Olivia made her way back to the living room only to walk right into a mass of fluffy feathers and a rainbow pile of confetti.

"What. The. Shit."

Everything stopped. The engine sound of the air mattress pump, the wrestling, the laughing. It all just... stopped.

"Are you mad, Bella?" Teddy asked.

His puppy dog face was already on stand-by in case of need.

Olivia didn't reply. Why would she be mad? Does she even have a right to be mad at them? She was a stranger to them two hours ago and she barely knows them. It's not like she could scream at them for being kids.

"No." She replied. "I'm not mad. But I don't know what your uncle will have to say though."

"You have to put a dollar in the jar." Karen said.

Olivia frowned. "What?"

Teddy rolled his eyes at the way his sister just spring stuff on people without giving them a full explanation.

"You said the S-word. It's bad." The four year old explained. "You have a potty mouth so you have to put a dollar in the potty-mouth jar."

"Oh. Shit."

"Two dollars!" Karen cried.

Olivia clasped her hand over her mouth. Why are kids so mean?

"Goddamn it."

"Three dollars. That's an offense to baby Jesus' father."

"Seriously?" Olivia raised her eyebrows.

"Seriously." Karen replied with crossed arm.

"Okay. Fine!"

"Jammie Jam?" Karen called to her little brother.

"What?" Teddy asked.

"Get the vacuum please?"

"I'm not strong enough." Teddy said.

"You carry ours at home all the time!" Karen cried.

"I don't feel strong enough right now."

"Fuck's sake." Olivia mumbled under her breath. "Where is the vacuum?"

"In the closet." Karen replied. "You're now at four dollars by the way."

Olivia didn't even bother arguing because if she opened her mouth one more time, her bank account might go from two commas to zero real quick.

Stupid jar.

...

When Fitz got out of the shower, he was surprised to find the place still standing. Knowing his niece and nephews, there's no way they behaved themselves.

But everything looked fine. Almost just as he had left it.

"Where are my niece and nephew and what have you two doppelgänger done with them?" Fitz asked.

"It's us, silly uncle T!" Teddy giggled.

...

Olivia helped Fitz move the glass table from the center of the living room and rearranged the couches in order to fit the large queen sized air mattress in the living room.

The kids grabbed extra blankets and soon settled on the comfy bed as they watched their favorite cartoons.

Olivia was curled up on the couch with Fitz. Her head rested in his chest as he massaged her scalp soothingly. She couldn't help but feel an incredible sense of overwhelm. Tonight was amazing.

Watching him with those kids did something to her insides that she couldn't quite describe. And now, they were on the brink of sleep and they looked adorable as hell.

It amazed Olivia at how they were just bickering and screaming at each other minutes ago and now they were curled up on the bed together, with heavy lidded eyes as they watched TV.

Teddy was the first one to fall asleep. He wrapped his arms around his sister's neck and kissed her cheek before he turned the world into black.

"Love you, bubba." He said.

Karen in return kissed his forehead and smiled. "Love you too, bubba."

Olivia just about melted inside.

Tomorrow, they'll be no doubt back at each other's throat, screaming and chasing after each other for one reason or another. But tonight as they fall asleep, they were siblings who truly do love each other.

That kind of love felt so sacred.

"I'm sorry." Fitz whispered in her ear.

Olivia raised her head from his chest and looked into his calm cerulean eyes. "For what?" She asked confusingly.

"For making you think that there could ever be another woman." He replied. "I would never... I could never-"

Olivia shut him up with a kiss like he had done to her earlier. She smiled when she pulled away. "I know." She nodded.

Fitz smiled back at her and leaned in to place a sweet peck on her nose.

"Why wouldn't you just tell me about them though?" Olivia asked curiously.

Fitz shrugged. "I don't know." He replied. "Laura has been planning to take this vacation with her husband for weeks now and I was excited to have them. I guess it felt too early?"

"Oh." Olivia said.

"I wanted you to meet them so bad but I was afraid that if you saw me with them, you'd see that look in my eyes and it would scare you away." Fitz explained. "I'm happy to chase you and catch you however many times, but it doesn't mean that I want you to run away."

Olivia looked down from his eyes. She couldn't look at him when he said things like that.

"You really love them." She whispered.

Fitz nodded as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "I do." He confirmed. "I love kids."

"Why haven't you had any?"

She thought of the question but she hadn't meant to voice it out loud.

"I hadn't met the right woman yet." Fitz replied.

He let that settle between them and Olivia stirred those words around in her mind and analyzed them with precision.

He hadn't found the right woman yet. Yet being the key word. Did that mean he had found her now?

Nope. It was too early to be talking about this.

But she couldn't help herself though.

"How many kids do you want?" She asked.

Fitz lift up her shirt and wrapped his arms around her stomach. Seconds later, he begin to draw small circles around her belly button.

Kissing her hair, he sighed with a smile. "I want a big family someday." He replied honestly. "I want lots of babies."

"Define lots please?" Olivia said.

"A whole soccer team of them." Fitz specified. "Six to be precise. But I think I'd settle for five."

"Hm," Olivia smiled.

She had no doubt that he'd be the best damn father a kid could ever wish for.

"Good luck with that buddy."

"What?" Fitz chuckled.

Olivia shook her head with a smile. "Nothing."

"Do you want kids?"

This should've been the deal breaker. Talking about rugrats should have her running for the hills, but as she looked at Karen and Teddy on the air bed sound asleep, she felt more sane than she had her whole adult life.

She wasn't one of those women who was insane about their clock ticking. If and when it happens, she wants to feel like she really has room in her life for a child. She wants to want it. She doesn't just want to have children for the sake of legacy and having someone to make her funeral arrangements when she ceased to be a part of society.

She wants to have kids and the time will come when she will. But for now, she wasn't stressing it.

"Someday." She replied.

She didn't know when someday might be. But that will have to be good enough of an answer for now.

"Hey,"

Olivia looked up into his eyes with silent questioning.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Olivia blinked but that look on his face still didn't disappear when she looked into his eyes again. He was being serious.

She buried her face in her hands and started laughing uncontrollably.

"You're such an idiot." She mumbled.

"Is that a yes?" Fitz asked anxiously with raised eyebrows.

They've only gone out on one date and it's a little too soon for anything but God help him, he wanted this. He loved how he felt about himself when he was around her. And he wanted that woman. He's wanted her to be his since that first night at the club.

So he was leaping and he wasn't afraid of the fall.

Before she could answer, he brought his lips against hers for some added persuasion. His lips were soft, warm, gentle and Olivia felt exhilarating. All these emotions worked through her and the newness of them made her feel extremely giddy. She was on fire and where there had been some lonely void inside her before, it was now filled with this feeling she couldn't quite put a name to. But God help her, she loved it. She loved him?

He pulled away and she had a smile plastered against her breathless lips. It was the kind of smile one has when they've won something really precious.

And she had. She won him.

Olivia didn't know where this thing was going between the two of them. For all she knows, it could all come to an altering ending tomorrow. But for now, she was choosing to explore this incredibly new found feeling. She was choosing him.

"I'd love nothing more."

He smiled that bad-boy, panty-dropping smile of his and Olivia knew then there was no going back.

She was his.

He was hers.

And for the moment, everything was perfect.