(A/N: Happy Indepence Day to everyone! Sorry this took so long to get out. I've been working on it for a while, and I finally finished. I tried to make it nice and lengthy for you. Hope you all enjoy the chapter. There's a nice bit of smut, and a little fluff at the end. Spoiler alert. LOL anyway enjoy. And to everyone celebrating be safe tonight.)

"Anyone But You."

Saturday night was finally here. Olivia was feeling both nervous and excited. She'd spent the rest of the week carefully putting her plan together to lose her virginity to Fitz, that night. Abby hadn't been wrong when she said that Olivia wanted hearts, flowers and a very romantic setting when the day to swipe her v-card had finally come. But in this moment; Olivia was just ready to do it, and be done with this deal. At this point, she didn't care if they ended up having sex in the back of his car. She just wanted to do the deed, and get rid of these strange feelings she'd developed for Fitz over the past couple of weeks.

She planned to seduce him at the dance; get him all worked up, and go back to his house to finally seal the deal. Her parents were out of town intill tomorrow; but they could turn up at anytime during the next day. No matter how much they liked Fitz; she was sure that her father would be ready to decapitate him if her parents got home, and saw Fitz leaving their house the next morning.

She didn't even want to stay for the duration of the dance. She figured an hour and a half was plenty of time to get over her pre-sex jitters. Though they had been very intimate before; they hadn't crossed the point of no return yet. And even though a huge part of her was anxious to get it over with; a small part of her, one that she would never let show; was actually excited that this night had finally come.

She'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought about how it would feel, the first time with him. Olivia knew it would hurt; but she also had an inkling that it would feel good too. It didn't help that she now craved his touch. She only hoped that after they'd finally done it, her feelings would go away. Though she'd never admit it out loud; that small part of her, was also happy that she was losing her virginity to Fitz. He may be an insufferable asshole at times; but she knew that in his own odd way, he cared about her. She also knew that he'd put her needs above his own. Knowing this bought her a level of comfort that she'd be eternally grateful to him for. Even if he'd never know that fact.

It was 7:50 by the time Olivia was finally done putting the finishing touches on her costume. She told Fitz to pick her up at 8:00 since the dance started at 8:30. The dance wasn't over until 11:30. Olivia figured they could slip out of the dance around 10:00 to head back to her house. At 7:55 she heard the doorbell ring. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Then she grabbed her purse and headed to the front door. This was it. She was ready to do this. Tonight was the night. After tonight, it would all be over.

She got to the front door and she felt the butterflies rising in her stomach. She reached for the door knob and could feel her heart pounding in her ears. "Calm down." she berated herself. This was just Fitz. Asshole, jerkoff, douchebag, Fitz. Of course he was attractive, and sure he made her feel things she shouldn't, and secretly the thought of him not annoying her anymore caused her a little bit of sadness. But he was still Fitz. Nothing about him changed, so why was she so damn nervous.

Finally throwing caution to the wind; she decided to open the door before he could ring the doorbell again. As soon as she saw him all of those thoughts of calmness flew out the window. She felt her hormones raging. He stood in front of her door with a single rose in his hand. He smiled down at her. He handed her the rose; as she took in his appearance. He looked sinfully handsome in his costume.

They decided to go as a police officer and a jailbird. With him being the jailbird. He wore a sleeveless vintage black and white striped prisoner outfit, with the matching pants and hat. The defined muscles in his arms were on full display, he flexed every now and then without even trying. The costume shirt he wore was tight enough to see his six pack imprint through it, when he moved a certain way. The pants were more loose fitting, but Olivia could make out that unmistakable bulge in the front of them, which caused her to unconsciously lick her lips.

While she was taking him in; his eyes were gazing over her glorious figure. He wondered if she really went shopping with her mom to pick out her costume, and if she tried it on for her mother. Olivia looked more like she was going to a themed bachelorette party, than a high school dance. She wore a dark blue, police officer mini-dress costume, with a plunging V-neck. The dress; if you could call it that, barely reached her mid-thigh. The dress had leg suspenders which she connected to her thigh-high fishnet stockings.

She had on black six-inch stiletto, closed toed pumps. They made her a lot taller than she actually was. A black shiny fake police belt with metal handcuffs attached to them. She wore a short black neck-tie around her neck, and a fake police radio was attached to the opening of her dress top. Her hair was bone straight, she wore bright ruby red lipstick, dark eyeshadow, with light concealer. She had a matching dark blue police hat on her head with a shiny fake silver police badge in the middle of it.

Fitz licked his lips, while looking her up and down. Then he took a step closer to her without saying a word. He felt the blood rush to his nether regions as he invaded her personal space. She backed up a bit; her head feeling cloudy with lust as well. His eyes turned from their normal ocean blue to a dark stormy grey. He eyed her intensely, giving her a smoldering look. It was as if he wanted to eat her alive.

She swallowed hard, unable to move; as he leaned down towards her ear. She could feel his warm breath on her neck before he even spoke. He put his hand on her waist, and she allowed him to pull her body flush against his. She gasped a bit, mostly in surprise, as she felt her soft body rub up against his hard lean muscular one. She turned to putty in his hands, instantly.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered huskily, before leaning over and claiming her lips with his own.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, dropping the rose as she did so; and moaned into his mouth softly whimpering. He used that opportunity to deepen the kiss quickly; slipping his tongue into her mouth. He moved them up against the front door of her house roughly. Which forced the door open even more, so that they were inside the house. The front door was wide open for all the neighbors to see, but both of them were too preoccupied to notice that at the moment.

Her back hit the door with a loud thud. But that didn't deter them from the task at hand either. His tongue swept across hers tantalizingly slow for a few torturous moments; then he picked up the pace, moving his tongue and mouth against hers, as he completely devoured her. He placed one hand on the side of her neck, underneath her jaw; his grip was firm but soft at the same time. She felt the moisture pool between her legs as, he ran his other hand up the front of her thigh. His cupped her center with his large hand and tore his lips away from hers, rubbing her through her material. She closed her eyes and hissed loudly at the contact, grabbing his shoulders and squeezing them. He leaned down and whispered in her ear once more.

"You're so fucking wet Livvie," he groaned into her ear. "I want to taste you so badly right now." She moaned out his name softly, as she imagined him doing just that.

"Fitz…."

He continued to rub her through her material as she began grinding against his hand, trying to relieve some of the pressure he'd knowingly built up inside of her. He toyed with her folds through the soft material of her panties, and she moaned out again. She was slowly losing her fucking mind! She needed to regain control of this situation, before she ended up letting him fuck her up against her front door. She mumbled something incoherently and Fitz paused what he was doing unable to hear what she was saying.

"What was that Livvie?" he asked softly, his hand still cupping her her center.

She maintained her death grip on his shoulders, and cleared her throat as she tried to get her mind to focus on something, anything other than what he was causing her to feel, to want to do at this very moment. She cleared her throat again, her eyes fluttered open, as she and gathered all the strength she had to slightly push him away from her, and gather herself.

"I said…" she started trying to pull forward a commanding voice, but it came out more like a moan than anything. "I said...we...we need to get to the dance." She stumbled over her words and he smirked to himself feeling; proud of rendering her damn near speechless.

"Are you sure?" he asked, taking a step back away from her, while giving her a sexy smile.

She nodded mutely. Her normally bright brown eyes were dark black with lust and desire shining in them. She looked at him like she'd rather go upstairs to her bedroom and let him ravish her until the wee hours of the morning. But Fitz knew that regardless of all the progress they'd made; she wasn't quite ready for that yet. He was still happy to take things slow as long as she let him. He nodded.

"Fine, but when we get back here, I'm using these on you," he said playfully pulling at the handcuffs on her police belt. She down at her handcuffs, then she looked back up at him; slightly in shock. He winked at her before turning around, and heading to his car. She stood frozen, still speechless for a moment. She was supposed to be the one with all the control, yet her brain felt like mush around him. How the hell did this happen?


They rode to the dance in silence. Olivia was lost in her own thoughts, desperately trying to think of ways to regain control and put her plan into action tonight. Fitz was just happily smiling to himself as he drove. He was proud of himself for making his long time crush see him as something more than just an annoying dick. Granted she mostly had feelings of a sexual nature for him at this point. But he wasn't giving up on making her see him as someone that she could be with in the future. They both had plans of their own for the night it seemed.

Once they got to the parking lot of the school's gym where the dance was being held. Fitz parked the car; then he walked over to the passengers side, to open the door for Olivia to get out. She did get out after mumbling a quick thank you. She walked ahead of him a bit, still trying to clear her head. He closed the door on the passengers side, before catching up with her. He grabbed her hand and held it in his, saying nothing. She shook her head, and decided to let him hold her hand; as they made their way to the gym for the dance.

They could hear the music blasting from the speakers all the way in the parking lot. Thanks to little impromptu rendezvous at her house; they were a little late getting there. Fitz held the door of the gym open for Olivia and she walked inside. He grabbed her hand again after they were both inside as they took in the decorations. There were spider webs and scare crows everywhere. There was a fog machine set up next to the DJ booth giving off a very spooky look. They had a small pumpkin patch with hay in front of the area where pictures were being taken.

Abby really outdid herself thought Olivia; as she admired the scenery.

Speaking of Abby, the cheerful redhead came over to Fitz and Olivia, smiling happily.

"Hey you two…" she said loudly in a sing-song voice. She gave Olivia a slight hug and hit Fitz on the shoulder playfully.

"Liv you look hot!" she exclaimed.

Olivia laughed. "Thanks Abbs, so do you." Abby went as a sexy gypsy. Clad in boots and a pirate scarf. Stephen and Harrison came over to the as well.

"What's this then?" he asked motioning at their joined hands. Olivia didn't even notice that they were still holding hands until Stephen mentioned it. She quickly snatched her hand away, and Fitz smiled softly her discomfort.

"We came to the dance together," said Olivia nonchalantly. Stephen smiled brightly, and gave Fitz a congratulatory pat on the back.

"Fitz my boy!" Harrison gave him a high-five also. Olivia and Abby both rolled her eyes at all their playful antics.

"What finally wore you down, was it his amazing charm, or his boyish good looks?" asked Stephen jokingly. Abby pretended to gag and Olivia laughed.

"Who'd you bring to the dance Stephen?" asked Abby, quickly changing the subject. Olivia flashed her a grateful smile. Stephen took a step closer to Abby, and she rolled her eyes again.

"No one, but I was hoping we could leave together," he flirted, wiggling his eyes suggestively. Abby scoffed.

"No thanks. I'm meeting up with any later." Stephen looked confused.

"Anywho?" he asked.

She looked at him and smirked. "Anyone but you." Everyone laughed at that; while Stephen just frowned.

"Whatever baby, your lost."

"I'm sure," she responded sarcastically.

The boys began talking about the next basketball game and Abby pulled Olivia to the side.

"Fitz looks extremely hot Liv, you're one lucky bitch." she said jokingly, as she admired him. Olivia shook with laughter.

"Thanks I guess."

"So are you two dating now?" she asked curiously, with a playful look on her face. Olivia shook her head.

"No Abby. This is the first, and probably the last date," she told her.

Abby waved her off. "Geez Liv the date just started, it can't be that bad already. If you're a good girl and play nice, maybe he'll try to kiss you at the end of the night." Olivia blushed, they'd done so much more than kissing already. If only Abby knew. She thought, blushing some more.

"I don't know about that Abby."

"Just watch out okay," said Abby frowning. "I overheard Melissa and her flunkies in the hallway. She's on the prowl tonight, and that means you're public enemy number one," she told her.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "I don't give a damn about Melissa."

"That makes two of us," said Fitz stepping up beside her. Abby smirked at him. "Abby you look nice," he complimented. Abby winked at him.

"I knew that," she joked, before turning to Olivia. "Are you two crazy kids gonna go tear up the dance floor or what?" she asked jokingly. Olivia shook her head furiously. But Fitz said.

"I was just about to ask my lovely date for a dance." He held out his hand. Abby gave Olivia and encouraging look, and she fought the urge to roll her eyes once more. Olivia put her hand in his.

"Why not."

She let him lead her onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck as they began swaying to the beat.

Abby smiled at the pair on the dance floor, before her gaze shifted to Melissa and her flunkies Alyssa and Amanda. Amanda was flirting with Stephen. She frowned at that. Alyssa was getting ready to go dance with Harrison. Abby saw Melissa staring at Olivia and Fitz, but Fitz more so, and very intensely. She knew that whatever Melissa was thinking, it couldn't be good. She vowed to look after Olivia and her new budding relationship with Fitz, for the sake of Liv being her best friend. She deserved to be happy. Abby knew that Fitz could make her happy if she let him. Also simply because she couldn't stand that bitch Melissa.

Unbeknownst to all of them, Alex Vargas was off in a corner of the dance, watching Olivia and Fitz as well. He needed to find a way in and soon. He thought. He looked down at the text message he'd just received. No matter how many times he read it; it still gave him chills.

"Break them up or I will end you!"


Fitz and Olivia danced for a while, until she felt the need to use the restroom. She excused herself from Fitz on the dance floor. She was making her way back inside the gym, when she saw Stephen sneaking some liquid from a flask inside his punch. She walked over to him.

"You know you could get suspended right." He shrugged.

"YOLO." Was his simple response. She laughed.

"Where's Fitz?" she asked, looking around the gym. Stephen smirked at her.

"So when did this thing with you and Fitz start?" he asked, pulling her attention away from the crowd.

"I don't know what you're talking about; there is no thing with me and Fitz," she said dismissively. "He asked me to the dance and I said yes. End of story." Stephen shook his head, and sipped his drink; not buying her explanation at all. Olivia ignored his smug look, and smirked at him with one of her own.

"Why have you been flirting with Amanda all night; but constantly staring at Abby?" She asked in an accusatory tone; She crossed her arms, and raised a challenging eyebrow at him. He laughed, caught off guard by her straight-forwardness. Still he played it off, taking another sip before he answered her.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She was about to confront him on it further, when her eyes scanned the crowd aimlessly, and she noticed Melissa attempting to flirt with Fitz. Her eyes narrowed, almost to slits, and a deep scowl planted itself onto her face. Stephen noticed the change in her demeanor and looked over to the direction she was staring in. He smiled.

"No thing you say?" Olivia scoffed at him.

"Shut up!" she snatched his drink from him, and took a long sip of it.

"Hey, get your own!" he said attempting to snatch it back. She moved the cup away from him before he could. He rolled his eyes. "Liv if you wanted a drink all you had to do was ask." He told her, as he pulled out another flask. "This one's free." he told her handing her the small flask. She took it, and poured all of the contents into her cup quickly; before handing him back the empty flask. He took it, and looked at her in disbelief.

"Be careful with that. You don't wanna get too drunk." Olivia took a sip and winced a bit as the spicy liquid slid down her throat.

"Relax Stephen, I'm a big girl. I'll be fine."

He watched her stare at Fitz, while a different array of emotions came over her face. Then he noticed Abby coming over to them. She tore her eyes away from Fitz, and looked like she was getting ready to head in his direction.

"Don't hurt my best friend." He called out after her. She glanced back at him, as she noticed Abby walking their way also, and she responded.

"Don't hurt mine either."

Abby gave Olivia a confused look as she got to them. Olivia waved at her as she was walked off. Abby looked at Stephen curiously. Stephen just shrugged his shoulders, and pretended to be none the wise.


Fitz was desperately trying to find an excuse to leave the unwanted conversation he was having with Melissa right now. When Olivia stepped off to use the restroom; Melissa cornered him while he was getting some punch. So far she'd gone on and on about how sexy her costume was. She asked him what he thought about it, then she complimented his costume and suggested that they go to the next dance together. He wanted to vomit at the thought. Sure Melissa was pretty, but she was super vain.

"Fitz are you listening to me?" she asked in that annoyingly high-pitched voice she had.

Fitz forced a smile and nodded at her. But his eyes were scanning the dance for Olivia. He hadn't seen her since she went to use the restroom earlier. Finally he spotted her by the door that led out of the gym. She was talking to Alex. Well he was talking, and she was nodding every now and then. Her gaze was focused on Fitz though. There was something different about the look she was giving him. Olivia had an almost predatory look in her eyes as she stared at him. It sent chills down his spine; and before he knew it, he was making his way over to her.

"Excuse me," he said to Melissa as he walked away. She glared at him; but then she turned her glare to the direction he was walking in, and to Olivia Pope. This wasn't over. Not by a longshot.

Once she left Stephen and Abby, Olivia walked over to the door of the gym intent on getting some fresh air. She didn't know what type of liquor Stephen had given her, but it was affecting her very quickly. She felt tingly all over, and then warm. She stepped outside for a moment, letting the cool air hit her face. Olivia gathered her thoughts and focused on the task at hand. This was supposed to be the night. She was going to lose her virginity to Fitz once they left this dance. Then she'd be done with him, and free to move on from these weird feelings she'd developed. Yes tonight was the night. And she was ready for it right now.

With these thoughts in mind, she stepped back inside the dance. Olivia was intent on finding

Fitz, and dragging him away, if he was still talking to Melissa. She didn't care what Melissa said, or who saw them. She wanted to do this, and she wanted to do it now! She walked back inside the gym and spotted Fitz right away. He was still talking to Melissa, much to her displeasure. She was getting ready to go over to them, and take him with her; when Alex interrupted her.

"Hey Liv." She glanced over at him and spoke quickly.

"Hi Alex."

"You enjoying the dance?" he asked?

She nodded, but her gaze was still on Fitz. Alex noticed this, but he kept on talking anyway; trying to figure out a way to gain her undivided attention. Fitz finally looked in their direction and noticed Olivia staring at him. Alex continued talking, oblivious to this fact. Olivia responded when she was supposed too; but she continued to stare at Fitz as he made his way over to them.

"Hey Alex," said Fitz casually. He gazed at Olivia intensely.

"What's up Fitz," said Alex as he frowned.

He was annoyed that their conversation was interrupted. He noticed that neither Olivia nor Fitz's attention was on him. They stared at each other with hungry looks in their eyes. The tension was so thick, it made Alex want to back away.

"Wanna get out of here?" asked Fitz, extending his hand to Olivia. She took his hand immediately.

"Let's go."


They walked to the car, hand in hand, in silence. Olivia had long since finished her cup while she was talking to Alex. But now she wanted some more. She felt carefree and bold. The liquor was giving her the courage she needed to put her plan into motion.

He opened the door for her and she got inside. Then he got inside on the drivers side of the car. He turned on his car and began to drive off. She put her hand on his thigh, dangerously close to the bulge in his pants. He looked down at her hand as he felt his heart slam into his chest. He was about to say something when he heard her mumble.

"Let's go to your house."

"What?" he asked; his response shaky. She began inching her hand closer to his erection; as they stopped at a traffic light.

"I said, let's go to your house."

She responded in that sultry voice of hers that drove him wild with lust. She grabbed his erection firmly through his pants. He hissed at the contact, his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, gripping it as tightly as he could, turning his knuckles white. He looked over at her after he regained some semblance of control. He wanted to ask if she was sure, but the words were caught in his throat. She had yet to let him go. He could feel his resolve slipping and he didn't know if he could control himself once he got her there. But still; once the light turned green, he sped off in the direction of his house. She smirked to herself; feeling triumphant.

Once they got to his house; he parked the car, and was out in a flash. He opened her side of the car door and almost pulled her out. She let him. He closed her door quickly; pressing her up against it. Their lips met in a fiery kiss. He probed her mouth with his tongue, she allowed him entrance. He swept his tongue across hers tasting every inch of her mouth. She moaned into his mouth grabbing his face in her hands. His hands ran all over her body, before he settled on her hips. He pulled her closer to him, and grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her up off the ground. She gasped; feeling caught off guard. He wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed his erection into her center, causing friction. She moaned loudly... uncontrollably almost; as she felt her sex pulse heavily, wet and swollen. She wanted relief...she needed it badly.

He moved his lips from her mouth to her neck. Nipping, biting and sucking at her flesh. She threw her head to the side, giving him easier access. His name fell from her lips like a prayer.

"Fitz…"

He looked at her; his eyes grey with desire. He seemed to be fighting with something inside himself. He wanted her, more specifically, he wanted to be inside of her. But was she ready? He honestly didn't think so. But he was more than ready to take her, right here; up against his car.

She saw the look in his eyes; it was primal almost. He wanted her, that much was evident. She was sure he was ready to pounce on her at any given moment. Suddenly she was nervous, and she felt very self-conscious. Fitz had experience. He'd had sex before. He'd been with girls that probably knew exactly what they were doing. She wanted to be good. She was a perfectionist in all areas of her life. But she had no idea what she was doing here. What if they had all this build, up only for him to be disappointed by what he got; after they finally did go all the way? She didn't know if she could handle that. Suddenly she thought about all of the courage she got from the liquor she'd had earlier, and an idea popped into her head.

"Do you have anything to drink?" she asked? Fitz's head was still foggy with lust. He was focused on tasting every inch of her. He literally had no idea what she'd just said.

"Huh?" he asked confused?

"Drinks Fitz...Tequila, rum, vodka?" she asked quickly. He didn't seem like he was registering what she'd said. His hands were still on her body and he was holding her very close. He shook his head, trying to clear it of his dirty thoughts.

"Drinks...Yeah...My father's liquor cabinet," he stammered. She slightly pushed him off of her and grabbed his hand, and led him to the house.

"Let's go get a drink."

Fitz grabbed a bottle of tequila and a couple of glasses from his father's stash. Then they went up to his room together. She opened the door to his room and walked over to his bed. She sat on it and he followed her. They settled in the middle of his bed, sitting up against his pillows and the padded headboard on his bed. She took the bottle of tequila from him and motioned for him to hold out the glasses. He did and she poured a shot in each of them. She closed the bottle and placed it on the nightstand next to her. Then she took her glass from him and clinked them together.

"Drink up," she told him. She drained the contents of her glass quickly. He looked at her and smiled, then he took his shot. She grabbed the bottle and poured them another. He eyed her curiously.

"Liv?"

She took her shot, then stared at him expectantly. He shrugged before drank his too.


Six shots in, they were both feeling very tipsy. Olivia even more so since she'd drank earlier. Fitz could tell she was stalling. He knew he wanted all of her, but he also wasn't going to push her. He needed her to know that. He placed his hand on top of hers and gained her attention. She looked at him nervously.

"Livvie, we don't have to do anything. I just want to be here with you," he said sweetly.

A new wave of desire came over her, gazing into his eyes. Suddenly her nerves were all but forgotten. He was so nice to her about their situation all the time, when he could've just been a pig, taken what he wanted, and be done. But he really cared about her. He took her on dates, he had impeccable manners, treated her with respect; and he made sure that she knew he only had eyes for her. She just wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel in this moment. With these thoughts in mind; she climbed on top of him, and straddled his waist. His eyes grew wide in shock. His hands went to her waist.

"Liv…" she cut him off.

"Shut up.

She grabbed his face and kissed him passionately, pressing him harder into the pillows and headboard on his bed. He ran his hands up and down her side until he settled on her ass. He squeezed it softly and she moaned into his mouth. She pulled back and looked at him. Her eyes were hooded. She licked her lips and pecked his softly, before lifting his shirt up over his head. She moved her lips down to his muscular chest, and pecked him all over it with her soft lips. She moved down to his abs and kissed each one of them. He groaned out her name, as she got closer to his erection. He had an idea of what she was doing, but he didn't want to assume. He decided to just let her take control, and see what happened.

She grabbed onto the waistband of his pants and urged him to lift his hips. He did so, and she pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his erection to spring free. She grabbed him in her hand and squeezed him softly. He let out a strangled moan, as his hand went to her hair. She didn't really have any idea of what she was doing. Sometimes Abby would tell her stories about her sexual escapades. She'd listen on eagerly, and gather what information she could for her possible future endeavors. She didn't know that she'd be using what Abby had told her about this soon. But she was determined to make him feel good.

She stroked him a couple of times, applying the right amount of pressure when needed. She glanced up at his face. His eyes were closed, he was groaning and panting in pleasure. She smiled to herself triumphantly. Fitz usually always had the upper hand when they were intimate. Now here he was writhing beneath her, moving his hips towards her. She had him where she wanted him, yet it wasn't quite enough for her. She needed to see him lose control and come apart because of her. She wanted to drive him over the edge like he'd done to her. It was payback time. Olivia didn't have much experience, this much was true. But in this exact moment, she knew just what she wanted to do.

She looked back down at his erection. It was thick, long and throbbing in her hand. He had a bit of pre-cum on his tip. She licked his tip, tasting him. He shuddered beneath her. He was salty, but sweet in a way. She licked his tip again, and closed her mouth over it, sucking him into her.

"Oh...Fuck…"

He moaned loudly, his hand gripping her hair tightly. She liked the sounds coming from him, and decided she wanted to hear more of them. She grabbed the base of his penis and took in more of him. She swirled her tongue around him, and he almost lost it. His hips began jerking up uncontrollably as she sucked him in like a vacuum. She couldn't fit all of him in her mouth; he was much too big for that. So she continued to stroke him, while bobbing her head up and down on his erection.

"Shit...Liv…"

He couldn't control his movements, or the words coming out of his mouth. He felt his balls stiffen up; and knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Where the fuck did she learn how to do this? He wondered briefly.

She continued her ministrations for what seemed like an eternity to him. Then he felt himself starting to lose control. He pulled her up and off of him right before he came hard. She looked down at his dick as the semen starting shooting out of it. She'd never seen anything like it. He groaned out her name as she came, his face twisted up in pleasure. It was one of the most erotic things she'd ever seen. He laid on the bed panting for a long time after that. She moved beside him and leaned over looking at him. She had a triumphant smirk on her face when he finally gained the strength to turn over, and look at her.

"Where...did...you...learn...to...do...that?" he asked, panting still. The smirk never left her face as she responded.

"Just now."

He laughed and she laughed along with him. He kissed her and she kissed him back, leaning over him slightly. Her hand went to his thigh and she felt sticky. She broke the kiss. He looked over at her and laughed again at the funny look on her face. He pecked her on the lips again before getting up and out of the bed.

"Let me go clean up."

He went into the bathroom after he grabbed some basketball shorts and a new pair of boxers. He cleaned himself off and couldn't get the smile off of his face. She'd just given him one of the best blow jobs he'd ever had. She claimed she'd just learned tonight and he had no reason to doubt her. But damn she was good. He wanted to go out and return the favor. He could feel another erection coming on as he thought of this.

He stepped out of the bathroom and found her fast asleep on his bed. He chuckled to himself lightly. A combination of the liquor and their explicit activities must have worn her out. He slid into bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her as he did. He pulled her close, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Goodnight Livvie," he whispered. She snuggled into him and mumbled.

"Night."


Fitz woke up the next morning to an empty bed. He got up and heard what sounded like vomiting coming from the bathroom. He walked over to the bathroom cautiously.

"Liv?"

The door to the bathroom was slightly open. She was on the ground, leaning over the toilet; as all of the contents from her stomach came up. Her costume had a bit of vomit on it, and her hair looked tousled. Though Fitz suspected that he had more to do with that, then her current situation.

"Oh Liv," he said sympathetically. Her bout of vomiting stopped for a moment and she wiped her mouth.

"I feel fucking horrible," she groaned, rubbing her face.

"Probably shouldn't have drank as much as you did last night." He shrugged, as he said this casually. But to her it came off as scolding. She sent a quick glare his way before she felt stomach rumbling again.

"Fuck!" she leaned over the toilet and threw up some more. Fitz went to her side and held her hair out of her face for her. He rubbed her back soothingly with his free hand, as she continued throwing up. Once she stopped for a while, he said.

"I'll go get you some clothes to change into." She nodded gratefully.

"Thanks."

He left her and returned with a pair of his boxers, and a t-shirt. She took the clothes from him and gave him a look. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"I've already seen you naked Livvie."

She raised an eyebrow at him as he continued to stand there. Then she motioned for him to leave. He laughed and turned around closing the door behind him. Once he left she took her costume off after, flushing the toilet. She put on the clothes he gave her, then she realized she had to pee. Once she did, she looked down at her underwear mortified.

Fitz stood outside the bathroom door, giving her some space. About twenty minutes had gone by and she still hadn't come out of the bathroom. He was starting to get worried that she might be throwing up again. He knocked on the door lightly.

"Liv, you ok?" No response. "Liv...Liv...answer me before I break down this door," he told her feeling extremely worried now. Finally he could hear a muffled response, but he couldn't make out what she said. "Huh, I can't hear you!" he shouted to the door. She cracked the door and leaned her head into the opening. He backed away from the door and looked at her. She looked embarrassed. "Everybody throws up Liv, it's nothing to be ashamed of," he said trying to calm her.

"I didn't bring my purse." She looked worried and now he was really concerned.

"What's wrong?" Olivia sighed heavily, feeling even more embarrassed.

"I got my period." she said softly. He grinned, and she smacked him on the shoulder.

"It's not funny." He shook his head, the smile still planted on his face.

"Sorry," he mumbled. She frowned at him. He cleared his throat, trying to get the laughter out of his voice. "Um, I think Dad's girlfriend Ginger keeps some of her lady products here, do you want me to go look?" he asked? She would've laughed at the way he said lady products if she wasn't so mortified right now.

"Please?" Her voice was low and meek. He smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek.

"I'll be right back."

Fitz returned five minutes later with a few of Ginger's tampons and pads. He handed them to Olivia who took them gratefully. She mumbled thanks before slipping back into the bathroom. She came out of the bathroom ten minutes later dressed in his clothes.

"Can you take me home?" she asked softly. Fitz looked at her sadly. He didn't want their time together to end just yet. "I can feel my cramps starting and all I want to do is put on my fluffy pajamas, order a pizza and watch Netflix." He nodded in understanding.

"Sure."

She put her dirty clothes in a bag that he gave her. Fitz also supplied her with some old gym shorts he kept around for her to wear home. They didn't quite fit but he didn't really have anything else for her to wear. She was thankful for the clothes though. He took a quick shower, slipped on some basketball shorts, a t-shirt and some sneakers. Then he took her home. He pulled up to her house. She noticed that her parents still hadn't gotten home.

They walked up to her house together. She opened the front door.

"Thank you." She told him.

"You're welcome." She nodded and started to go into her house. "Liv…" he started. She turned back to face him. "I had a great time last night."

She smiled genuinely. "Me too."

He put his hands into his pockets and looked down nervously. "I know you said um...that you were going to eat some pizza and watch Netflix…"

Olivia looked at him curiously. "Yeah."

"Do you think...I mean...can I...can I join you?" he asked nervously. She looked a little surprised.

"You really wanna waste a Sunday afternoon with me?" Olivia was shocked. She knew that he could be anywhere else. Stephen and Harrison probably had stories to tell him about their nights. Fitz looked up at her and nodded.

"No place else I'd rather be," he told her honestly. She smiled despite herself.

"Okay, you can order the pizza, while I take a shower." He nodded.

"Cool."

They went inside the house and he ordered the pizza. Then she set him up in the family room where they were going to watch Netflix. Afterwards she went upstairs to take a shower. Thirty minutes later, she came downstairs dressed in her fluffy pink pajama pants, and a white short-sleeved Harvard t-shirt. He smiled at her and motioned for her to come sit next to him. She did. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and she leaned into him. She was caught off guard by how natural it felt to be like this with him.

"What are we watching?" he asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. She took the remote from him quickly. "Hey I could've pulled up the movie too you know," he joked.

"That's ok, you're much too pretty to have to think that hard Fitzy," she joked right back. He laughed shaking his head.

"I don't know if that was an insult or a compliment."

She winked at him. "Both." He grinned at her, and tickled her sides. She laughed loudly, and he kept up his relentless tickle attack on her.

"Okay...okay...I'm sorry," she told him between fits of giggles. He stopped once she said this and pulled her close to him once more.

She picked out a movie, and they snuggled together to watch it. A few minutes into the movie. She leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He blushed.

"What was that for?" he asked, pleasantly surprised.

"For taking care of me," she said simply.

She smiled warmly at him, and he smiled back softly. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and they snuggled together once more. The movie began while they waited on the pizza to arrive. They were making progress. He thought smiling to himself happily.

(A/N: Fitz is so sweet right? And aren't they just so cute together! LOL. Up next Olivia has a debate competition. Fitz and her parents go to it. Jake shows up also which is definitely not going to end well. Alex puts forth more of an effort with Olivia. And Melissa finally puts her plans with Fitz into motion. Also Olivia finds out some surprising information about Fitz. More drama ahead. As always R&R and let me know what you all thought. Till next time...)