My Edge of the Razor

Fitz pulled into a parking spot close to the front door of the medical office building. He checked his watch and breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't late. He walked into the building and took the stairs to the third floor. When he stepped into the waiting room he found two other people seated waiting for their appointments. He hesitantly removed his sunglasses and picked up a magazine.

"Excuse me" he heard the woman several seats away from him speak, "You're Fitz Grant aren't you?"

"Uh…yeah….yes" he smiled nervously.

"I'm looking forward to seeing your show. I'm a huge fan" she sounded almost giddy, "You and Olivia Pope seem to have the most amazing chemistry. Is she just so fun to work with?"

"She's great" Fitz tried to sound casual, "We're really good friends."

He didn't mind talking to a fan but he was sitting in a psychiatrist's waiting room. Wouldn't the gossip magazines have a field day with that, he thought. He turned back to his magazine and prayed he wouldn't have to wait much longer. He absently turned pages then felt an involuntary smile rise to his lips when he came across an article about Olivia. The article was an interview from several months earlier about the show and her excitement over her first starring role. She spoke of her excitement about working with such an amazing cast and, he was flattered to read, working with him in particular.

"Whatcha reading Mister?" he looked up and was met with her gorgeous mocha eyes and a sweet smile.

"An article about some princess actress and her new show" he returned in a hush.

"Oh my gosh, you're Olivia Pope" the woman who had spoken to Fitz now addressed Olivia, "I was just telling Fitz how much I love you."

"Thank you" her reply was quiet though she accompanied it with a full smile. Fitz stood and they walked towards the door, "Have a nice day" she said to the woman then walked past Fitz out the door.

"How was your session?" he asked taking her hand and kissing her knuckle.

"Dr. Block is very helpful" he could see more of the Olivia he knew creeping back into her face over the past week and a half, "I know it's going to be a long road but I also know now that I'm going to be okay."

Nothing made Fitz feel better than Olivia being optimistic about her recovery. Edison's attack had changed her but hearing her say she was going to be okay confirmed for him that it didn't break her.

"I'm glad you're feeling a little better" he opened the car door for her placing a light kiss on her lips before closing the door and walking to the driver's side.

"Dr. Block wants you to come to my appointment next Wednesday" Olivia placed her hand on his thigh, "Would you mind?"

"Not at all" Fitz didn't hesitate, "I learned a lot at the last appointment and I'll do anything to help you get better."

Olivia wondered what she did to deserve everything Fitz was doing for her. He had found the best psychiatrist in the area to help her. He dropped her off and picked her up from every appointment, always interested in what they had talked about and how she was feeling. He had attended several of her sessions with no qualms. It had been nearly two weeks since her encounter with Edison and she could finally feel herself regaining some of her normal.

"Thank you" he heard her say quietly. She wasn't looking at him rather staring intently at her hands. He pulled into her driveway and stopped the car before replying, "For what Livvie?"

She finally looked into his eyes, "For being here when I needed someone" her voice was still quiet, "for not running away. For not leaving me."

"There's nothing to thank me for" he unhooked his seatbelt and leaned closer to her, his fingers playing in her hair, "I'm not going to run, you couldn't chase me away if you tried."

The smile she flashed brought warmth to his heart. It was one he hadn't seen in so long. The carefree, dazzling smile he remembered from the first day he'd met her. She leaned towards him slowly and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

"Can I walk you to your door?" he asked pushing his door open.

"I'd like that"

Fitz opened the passenger door and offered Olivia his hand which she gladly accepted. He let her hand drop and moved his palm to rest on the small of her back. For the first time in weeks he didn't feel her stiffen, even the slightest, at his touch. He stood close to her as she unlocked the door then followed her inside. She turned to him, bringing her hand to his bicep and stepping closer into him. He tentatively wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her flush against him.

"You smell good" her face moved closer to his shirt, "and you feel good" her hands stroked his arms.

"Are you flirting with me Olivia?" he feigned shock while his hands slid to her ass.

"Maybe" she blushed and reached for his hand, coaxing him to follow her.

"Where are you taking me?" he followed her up the steps and into her bedroom, "Livvie?"

Fitz watched Olivia lift her shirt over her head exposing a hot pink lace trimmed bra that set off her toffee skin. Then her jeans slid down her thighs and landed in a heap in the corner. His eyes meandered over her body. The curve of her elbow, the peak of her hip, the way her hair fell against her cheek and her eyes sparkled. He took a step towards her. He wanted to touch her, to run his hands over her warm skin and kiss the secret spots he knew drove her crazy.

Olivia watched Fitz's face. The spark that ignited in his eyes when she removed her shirt, the way he licked his lips when she slid her jeans from her legs, and the way he tried to disguise the fact that he was staring at her breasts. She wanted to show him that she wasn't afraid anymore; she wanted him to look at her and appreciate the most intimate parts of her. She saw him moving towards her and she trembled in anticipation. He stopped mere inches from her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him against her bare flesh. His eyes looked into hers questioningly. She reached for the hem of his sweater in response, lifting it over his head. When she tossed it in the same direction as her clothes he moved against her. She could feel the evidence of his arousal through his jeans and she reached to remove them.

"Livvie?" he still sounded unsure of himself.

"Fitz…" her voice was thick with yearning. She interlaced her fingers with his and pulled him in the direction of the bed. She pulled the white and navy duvet from the bed and slid herself under the sheets. He remained standing at the edge of the bed still holding her hand.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing, not a thing" he whispered, "You're just perfect. You're beautiful and gorgeous…and perfect."

She diverted her eyes, suddenly finding the edge of the sheet utterly fascinating. He crawled in bed beside her and pulled her against him, "You are, Livvie. Everything about you is absolutely perfect" he kissed her cheek, "your fingers" he moved them to his lips, "the curve of your shoulder" his lips touched her there, "the curve of your breast" he unhooked her bra and slid it off, allowing him access to her flesh. She gave a slight whimper in response. "The arch of your hip" his lips there nearly ignited her skin, "the soft skin behind your knees" as his fingers trailed down they traveled over her satin covered heat eliciting another soft moan and his lips touched behind her knee.

"Fitz" she managed in a tone that sounded like a mixture of pain, ecstasy, and hunger,

"Yes, Livvie?" His breath raised goose bumps as it moved over her leg. He grinned, moving back up her body until his lips were only inches from her ear, "I love you my perfect Livvie."

The words caused her breath to catch and her entire body to burn. She had never heard her name sound so seductive, she'd never had a man look at her the way Fitz was in that moment, and she had never felt so safe.

"I love you too" she managed to whisper in response, sliding her hands across his muscular shoulders. He bowed his head to catch her lips with his, starting with slow, soft brushes of his lips then tracing the line of her lips with his tongue. Olivia parted her lips in response, lifting her head to capture his tongue, sucking it gently into her mouth. Her reaction caused a low growl to flow from deep within him and his hands moved over her toned abdomen.

Their kisses grew deeper and he chanced a move toward her panties, waiting for her permission. "Yes" she whispered into his mouth, "Yes, Fitz." He slipped the damp silk down her legs and onto the floor. His hand moved to her hip then to her abdomen again, his fingers nearing her bundle of nerves. She couldn't take much more and dug her fingers into his upper back then moved a hand to the hardness resting against her thigh.

"Livvie" he growled at the contact, feeling his composure slipping. He thought of all the things Dr. Block had discussed with them about healing their sexual relationship. He thought about taking it slow and always giving her a chance to stop. Then his thoughts turned to how much he wanted her body, her entire body wrapped around him. How much he wanted to show her that he worshipped her and that nothing had changed for him except the depth of his love for her. He quickly pushed off his boxers. Her hand wrapped around him caused his pulse to surge and his vision to distort. He pulled her small frame over him, aligning her hips with his.

She straddled his hips, his erection against her ass. Looking up into Olivia's eyes was like seeing the dawn of a new day, full of promise and hope. There wasn't a trace of worry or hesitation. He ran his hands up her thighs needing to feel her skin under his touch. The contact with him was just too much; she needed to tame the yearning aching in her core. She lifted her hips and positioned herself over him then eased herself down on his cock. She gasped when he first pushed into her.

"I've missed you" she breathed, eyes closed, head thrown back. His left hand began at her throat then proceeded down between her breasts and along her abdomen while his right hand gripped her hip in an attempt to control her pace. He thrust up into her knowing he wouldn't last long. Taking it so slowly with her had been an unexpected turn on. He'd never been with a woman who he wanted to take care of in bed. He always made sure any woman he was with enjoyed herself but when he looked at Olivia he wanted her to experience nothing less than the best lovemaking of her life each and every time they were together.

Olivia ground her hips against him causing friction she'd never felt before. When he buried himself in her again she felt him collide with her g spot sending her careening towards the edge of oblivion. He saw on her face that she was close and set a faster pace. She locked eyes with him heightening their connection. She wanted him to see how he made her feel, to see that she was safe, and to thank him for all of his love and support. She gripped his shoulders and leaned into him. He caught her lips in a molten kiss, nibbling on her lower lips before pressing his tongue against hers. He felt the beginnings of her orgasm and braced himself for their mutual release, increasing his pace.

"Fitz….please….don't stop…." Her climax approached.

"Livvie" her name in that same seductive tone sent her spiraling over the edge, Fitz following close behind.

Olivia collapsed on his chest, panting and scattering kisses over his neck, chest, and jaw. Fitz ran his fingers through her hair and down the soft skin of her back. Occasionally he would allow his fingers to run along her glutes, enticing a quiver from her.

"I have to go to my parents' house tonight for Christmas Eve" she whispered into his muscular chest.

"Okay" he started to slide himself from underneath her.

"Wait" it sounded pleading and she grabbed his arm to pull him back, "I want you to go with me."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea" he kissed her forehead, "Besides the girls and I were going to spend the evening together."

"Invite them" she didn't want to be away from him after the emotional experience they had just shared, "My parents would love to meet them."

"Do your parents know that I have kids….that aren't kids anymore?" he asked as she turned her face to him.

"I'm sure they do…." Her voice trailed off deep in thought.

"But you never told them?" he pressed, "Because that might be a bigger shock than we really want to spring on them on Christmas Eve."

"I'll handle it" she smiled and kissed his jaw, "I don't want to be away from you tonight."

"Okay," he acquiesced, "anything to make my girl happy."

"You make me happy, Fitz" her eyes looked moist, "I don't deserve you."

"Stop, Livvie" he pulled her tighter against him and his expression turned serious, "You deserve the best of everything."

She smiled sweetly then laid her head back on his chest. They lay in silence running their hands over one another for long minutes before beginning to ready themselves for the evening. Fitz showered at Olivia's before returning home to change and invite Heather and Ellie for the evening.

X-X

Olivia was busy helping her mother and father with final party preparations. She arranged the appetizers on the buffet in the dining room and checked to be sure the wine was chilled. She was placing cocktail napkins in strategic places when the doorbell rang. Eric walked to the door to answer it.

"Fitz" Eric stepped aside and extended his hand to Fitz, "and who are these lovely young ladies?"

Fitz shook his hand, "Mr. Pope, it's nice to see you again. These are my daughters Ellie and Heather."

"Very nice to meet you ladies," Eric nodded to them, "Please come in and make yourself at home. Olivia is in the dining room."

Eric led the trio to the kitchen where Victoria was busy fussing with platters and dishes. She looked up when she heard them enter, "Fitz" she looked genuinely happy to see him which brought a sigh of relief to him. She walked over and embraced him then turned to Heather and Ellie, "You must be Fitz's girls. You are just as beautiful as Olivia described."

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Pope" Heather smiled.

"Please, please call me Victoria" she hugged Heather then Ellie, "Let me get you girls a drink. Make yourself at home tonight."

"Thank you" Ellie felt more at ease though she couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow betraying her mother.

Fitz accepted a glass of wine from Eric and stood behind Ellie and Heather who had taken seats at the bar height counter in the kitchen.

Olivia stood before the powder room mirror fixing and re-fixing her hair and makeup. She felt as nervous as the first night she had gone out with Fitz. She wanted to impress his daughters and she wanted him to get along with her parents. She needed the night to go perfectly. Finally satisfied, she walked towards the voices in the kitchen. His back was to her but she felt a pool of moisture between her thighs just seeing his muscular back in the blue oxford. His dress pants fit him perfectly, hugging the curve of his muscular ass and she could only imagine what would be evident to someone brazen enough to look at the front of him. She stepped up behind him and laid her hand on his shoulder, "Hi" she whispered.

He turned, "Hello Beautiful" he leaned down to kiss her lips trying to remember that her family, and his, was all around. She sucked his lip gently, unable to resist the contact. He pulled back and took in her entire form. A red skirt with a fitted, black cashmere sweater. The sweater accentuated her perky breasts and he couldn't help allowing his gaze to linger there.

"Hi Olivia" Heather shook them from their moment.

"Hi Heather" Olivia hugged her warmly, "Ellie" she hugged the younger girl just as tenderly, "I'm so glad you could make it."

Fitz still couldn't take his eyes off of Olivia. He wasn't sure whether it was knowing what was underneath her gorgeous outfit or the way she charmed his daughters but it tugged at his heart. He took a long drink of his wine then found his voice, "Livvie, where is your powder room?"

She began to tell him then read something in his eyes and decided to show him. She led the way down the hall, barely making it through the door of the bathroom before Fitz grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall.

"Fitz" she whispered, "we can't do this. This is my parents' house." She was grinning and clearly not physically objecting to his actions.

"You look so gorgeous I just needed to kiss you" he breathed against her lips, "I needed to fell these lips."

Her hands roamed his chest before he caught her wrists in his hands, "Livvie" his voice was gruff, "we need to stop now or we need to find a place to finish this."

"Fitzgerald Grant," a wicked grin danced across her lips.

"Just promise that you'll come home with me" he kissed her again, "Promise me we're going to finish this later."

"If you're a good boy…" she straightened her shirt and quickly checked her hair then walked out of the bathroom. Fitz stood stunned, taking deep breaths for several seconds before following after her. This woman had him wound so tight he thought he might burst but the promise of things to come was totally alluring.