Sorry for the long ass delay in updating, March was a crazy month. Hope this update makes up for it. Thank you for all the reviews and those who read as well :)
Friday October 30th - Olivia POV
It had been a long day of shopping with Abby and Quinn, they had left finding their Halloween costumes till the last minute and dragged me to the mall. We had finally ended up in Victoria's Secret where they both ended up buying lingerie and then we headed over to a Spirit Halloween store to buy some accessories and masks. Halloween is the one day of the year where a girl can dress slutty and no other girl can call her a slut.
Quinn and Abby were going as Vegas showgirls, full on feathers and glitter. My Halloween costume was a secret that I wasn't willing to share until the actual party. We weren't going to a frat party, I stood my ground on that one. Abby reluctantly agreed with me after she heard about the party I found two towns over, where no one would know us and it was a masquerade Halloween party.
Abby, Quinn and I were going to this party stag, none of us had boyfriends and they were looking to hook up. I was looking for someone to kiss for the first time. I realized that I didn't want to spend my last year of high school without any real intimate experience. Kissing would be a good place to start. I didn't have time for a boyfriend, but I had time to practice the art of kissing. Quinn and Abby had too much to say on that subject and I tuned them out after five minutes.
It was Friday night and things had been weird the past week. Ever since I'd run into Mr. Grant that night. He'd helped me, all flushed, mumbling under his breath about knocking me down all the time. I'd mumbled something in return about it being fine with me that he kept knocking me down.
He'd stared really hard at me that night, almost as if he was torn by something. He'd helped me up and then stepped back from me. "Where are you headed?" he asked me.
"Away from my asshat of a father and you?" I asked, tilting my head to look up at him.
"I was just going to meet up with an old friend, do you need a ride back to your dorm?" he offered.
"No, I'll be fine to walk, it's not that far," I trailed off as he started typing something on his phone. Thinking it rude of him to ignore me then to start texting. I started to walk past him, he grabbed my arm. "I'll drive you back to the dorm, I'm just texting my friend that I'll be late."
He steered me toward where he parked his truck, opened the door, helped me up inside and then closed the door once I was ensconced.
My phone tweeted, sighing heavily, I picked it up out of my purse. My father had texted me, telling me what an embarrassment I'd been to him at dinner and how could I not be more grateful for his help. I ignored his text and turned off my phone.
Fitz got in on the driver side and belted himself in and turned on his truck and we were off. I wish we could have driven through the night and never stopped.
We were at the driveway for campus in 10 minutes. "Thanks for the ride," I unbuckled myself, hand on the door lever to get out. "Remember what I said about your lips, they are mine to kiss." I stopped and turned.
I'd had just about enough of men thinking they could tell me what to do. "Do you think you own me? I'll kiss whoever the hell I like." I fired at him, not thinking at the time about what I was saying.
I turned to look at him and he just stared at me stonily. I jumped down from his truck and slammed the door and stomped off to my room.
The rest of that night was a blur. I remember going to find Abby, who then texted Quinn, who brought a bottle of tequila and we sat around doing shots and commiserating about men and life in general. They bitched about men, I didn't mention Fitz at all. Just bitched about my father and his idiocy in thinking he could tell me what to do.
The next morning, I'd woken up with a nasty hangover. I spent the day in bed, with my phone off and my door locked. Monday morning had been quiet in class, Mr. Grant had ignored me. At our after-class sessions that week, he'd left assignments for me to do and not been in his class. When Friday hit and it'd been a week since our last words. I cornered him after class.
"Why are you ignoring me?" I asked him bluntly, not sugar coating it.
He looked at me with a blank face, walked to the classroom door and shut it. "A little louder, so the whole school can hear us," he mumbled under his breath.
"Seriously, what's your problem, you're acting like an immature asshole?" Hands on my hips, I was suddenly seriously pissed off. He'd wasted a whole week of what could been more bonding between us.
"I believe your words were I'll kiss whoever I like," the words fell out of his mouth, he sat in his chair with his arms crossed like a defiant little boy.
I looked at him, unable to believe his attitude, "Seriously, who's the adult here? I guess it's not you, because all I see is…" I trailed off when I saw him look down at his shoes.
I'd sensed something deeper going on here, he seemed almost lost or unable to share how he was really feeling. "What's wrong?" I knelt down on the floor in front of him, taking his hands in mine.
"What we're doing is wrong, I should know that I'm the adult," I started to pull away as he continued to speak but he held on tight to me. "The more I get to know you, the harder it is for me to act the way I should and not the way I want." He said softly, his hand tipping my chin up as he looked deep into my eyes.
"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting, this is just new to me and I do still want to get to know you," taking my hand in his, he helped me up off the floor and aimed that beautiful crooked smile of his at me. My knees felt weak when he did that.
"What are you doing this weekend?" I asked him.
"Going to spend the weekend with my ex-brother in law, you'd like him, we're going paint-balling then some male bonding at his place," Fitz shared.
"Okay, well I have to spend the weekend with Amanda and I have more college application essays to write," rolling my eyes at the workload I had this weekend. "Don't go kissing any girls." I winked at him teasingly.
As my hand closed on the doorknob to twist it, his words stopped me in my tracks, "I only kiss you every night in my dreams, Liv."
I swear my heart stopped, I turned to look at him and what I felt in that moment put all my other crushes so far in my life to shame. The overwhelming feeling of wanting to be with him in that moment, to touch him, have him touch me, kiss him. I could feel my hormones racing and it was like overload.
I could tell that Fitz saw on my face some of what I was feeling, his eyes darkened. "In my dreams too, Fitz, all night, every night, in every way imaginable." I blew a teasing kiss at him and opened the door and walked out.
The past two weeks had flown by, Fitz and I were getting closer. We shared and learned more about each other as much as we could on the days after school that we worked together. Yesterday after class had been weird, I'd been helping him grade freshmen book reports. He'd casually asked me what I was doing for Halloween.
"I'm going to a party with Quinn and Abby, we're going stag, no dates," I said, still focused on Amber Lambert's assignment, she was always an interesting writer to read. I could tell she'd watched the movie and not read the book, she kept going on and on about Leonardo DiCaprio and how hot he was. Rolling my eyes, I gave her a C.
I looked up to see Fitz twirling a pencil around his fingers, "Why'd do you ask?" I looked at him. "What are you doing for Halloween?"
"Going to a party," he said nonchalantly.
"Would it happen to be a masquerade party at the Marriott hotel in Hartford?" I asked, looking straight at him.
"How did you know?" he looked at me sheepishly.
"Just a lucky guess, but since I'll be there and you'll be there in costume, if you find me, you'll be my first kiss," I teased him.
"What happens if I don't find you?" he asked seriously.
"I'll guess we'll have to wait and see," I looked down at my next book report with a smile on my lips. I knew he'd find me.
Saturday October 31st
"Liv, you're going to kill in that outfit, it's so sexy," Abby gushed over my outfit once I'd opened my door. I smiled and slid my mask into my thatched basket, we were taking a cab to the Marriott hotel and using our fake ids, so we could get in as the party was 21 and over.
I was going as little Red Riding Hood. I was hoping the big bad Fitz would come find me and kiss me. My outfit was innocence personified, but still sexy.
I didn't know what Fitz planned to wear, but I hoped it was something delicious. I was craving him. I knew that once we got there that Abby and Quinn would be off hunting for that perfect hook-up.
I saw a text pop up on my screen as I was about to slip my phone into my skirt pocket. I was carrying the cheap thatched basket that came with the costume.
I'll be hunting for you soon my pretty. Those words caused a shiver of anticipation to go down my spine.
Quinn was asking me what was taking forever to get in the cab. Smiling, I got in, shut the door. Texted him back, Game on. Come and find me if you dare.
10pm
We pulled up outside the hotel and had our fake id's ready, figuring we'd be far from the only people trying to crash the party with fake id's. I stepped out first, my high heeled black Mary Janes echoing a staccato on the pavement as I walked behind Quinn and Abby, who were leading the way with their sexy Vegas showgirl outfits. Their masks hung off their wrists as we lined up inside the entrance way to the ballroom.
There were so many people milling around, some with masks and some without. I didn't recognize anyone yet. I kept looking for him, but I didn't see him, sure enough the line moved and soon we were at the front. The girl behind the desk asked for my id, briefly glanced it and stamped my hand. I smiled at her, put my id back in my skirt pocket and followed Abby and Quinn inside the ballroom. I slid my mask over my face.
Smiling at the girls, I watched them melt into the crowd on the dance floor which was already packed. I decided to do a lap of the room and see if I could spot him.
I had done a lap of the room, it was fairly large, probably about 500 people in attendance. I had spotted many men in masks, but none that my body undulated unconsciously towards.
Fitz POV
I watched her from a distance, she looked beyond beautiful in her little Red Riding Hood costume, she had the hood up and her mask on, but I knew those delicate hands and pouty lips anywhere. They'd been featuring in my nightly dreams for quite some time.
I continued to stalk her, a wolf on the prowl, zoning in on his prey. When she walked into a dark corner of the room, where few people lurked. I made my move.
Olivia POV
I felt him behind me, I knew he'd been watching me for some time, I'd scoped out this corner of the room. Mostly for its lack of people, I wanted privacy for when we met. There were some large urns holding plants that created a hidden jungle of sorts and as I wandered through them heading into the shadows. I could sense him following me, the hairs on the back of my neck rose.
Feverish anticipation raced through my veins. I pulled my hood down and turned quickly to the right to hide behind a giant plant waiting to see if I could catch him off balance. I was impressed that he'd found me soon.
I felt his hand on my shoulder, that electrifying touch made my skin shiver. His hand slid down my arm, through the fabric of my cape, I could feel him. I itched to remove the cape. Turning to face him, I let the empty basket drop from my hand to the floor and pulled off my cape. I looked him up and down and he looked so dashing. A black tuxedo that seriously showed off his muscular body to perfection, a black mask covered the upper half of his face. Those blue eyes looked down at me, twinkling with mirth.
"You look quite handsome," my voice echoed in the quiet section of the room that we had to ourselves.
Fitz POV
"You look quite delectable," his hoarse tone contradicted his light touch as he traced the bodice of my top down to the waist of where the skirt began. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes glittered.
My hands settled on the crook of her elbow and I moved closer to her. A rustle of leaves and giggles as another group of people seemed to have discovered our secret hiding place. "Come hunt me," she leaned up to whisper in my ear.
Olivia POV
I stepped out of his reach and danced back into the centre of the room. A slender arm wrapped in feathers reached out to grab me. "Where have you been hiding, little miss?" Quinn looked me up and down. Noticing the lack of cape and basket.
"A little trick or treat," I smiled at Quinn and danced away from her, melting into the crowd of people.
Fitz POV
I followed her through the ballroom, watching her peek behind her every now and again as she though were a siren leading me to my death. Pleasurable and enjoyable.
She stopped in the middle of the dance floor and gave herself over to the beat of the music. I moved up behind her and placed my hands on her hips, moving with her slowly. Following the rhythm of her body, I moved in close to her. Costume to costume, my mask was starting to get hot. I felt her turn in my arms, she leaned up and whispered in my ear, "I need some water."
She took my hand in hers and led me off the dance floor. The room was hopping with people and as I moved us to the beverage area, I signaled for two bottles of water and once they were in hand. I turned to give one to my naughty little Red Riding Hood.
I saw a guy dressed in a Barney Rubble costume trying to touch her. She kept putting her hands up trying to push him away and he obviously thought it was a game. All I could see was someone trying to touch what was mine.
Moving quickly, I put my body between her and this guy. I handed her a water and dragged her off behind me, not even addressing the guy or talking to him. I dragged her back out to the dance floor, where we danced together, our bodies moving hungrily.
We danced for the next while, every movement seemed to get more suggestive and I knew she was practically untouched. But chemistry spoke a lot and wouldn't be denied. Finally as midnight approached, someone announced that the masks would be coming off.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I got a hotel room, come spend the night with me, you can be in control of what happens." I watched her eyes widen as she looked up at me. "I just want to spend more time with you." Slowly, she started to nod.
She pulled her phone out, "I need to text Abby and Quinn and then freshen up, I'll meet you out in the lobby by the elevator in 10," she said to me. Her eyes were huge behind her mask, I could tell she was nervous. I was going to make sure she had no reason to be.
I nodded and walked off the dance floor. I made my way through the crowd, it was quarter to midnight. I had my room key and I moved to wait off to the side of the elevators. I still wore my mask.
Olivia POV
Nervously, my hands fumbled with my phone, trying to bring up my text messages so I could text the girls. Someone bumped into me and I dropped my phone. Sighing, I got down on my hands and knees to grab it.
As I grabbed it, I was bumped into from behind. I went flying into someone and managed to hang onto my phone luckily. But not so lucky, because someone's drink ended up on my dress. Pushing past that person and off the dance floor. I walked the perimeter of the room till I got to the door.
I texted Abby and Quinn. I'm headed home ladies, tired, see you tomorrow, have fun hooking up.
I walked to the nearest bathroom, leaving my mask on, I used paper towels to dry my costume as best I could. My phone beeped, it was Fitz, Where are you?
Be right there, I texted back.
I looked at my reflection, taking a deep breath. I thought, here goes nothing. I walked out of the bathroom and into the lobby. I saw him standing off to the side of the elevators.
My mask was still on and there were groups of people standing everywhere. I looked around for signs of Quinn and Abby. I didn't see them so hopefully I was home free. I stepped into the elevator with Fitz, not standing with him but near him. A crush of other people piled in, mostly drunk, talking to each other. I watched slowly as they got off one floor at a time.
Until it was just Fitz and I, heading to the 18th floor. I swallowed nervously, feeling like there was a frog in my throat. I knew he wouldn't let anything untoward happen, I just wondered what he expected, he was a man of experience and I had never been kissed. I didn't hear the elevator doors open, I felt his hand gently take mine as he led me out of the elevator.
We were walking down a hallway until we got to the end and he pulled a key card out of his pocket and used it in the door slot. I could feel myself trembling, no amount of inner bravado would calm me down. I felt like a girl on prom night about to have sex for the first time.
Fitz POV
I opened the door and looked down at her, so innocent and so trusting and so mine. I led her through the door, hand in mine. I could feel her nerves and excitement. Part of me was excited, the other part of me nervous.
I had her to myself for the whole night with no interruptions. I put the "Do not disturb" sign on the door handle and shut the door. After I locked it. I pulled off my mask and tossed it on the dresser. There she stood in her innocent naughty costume.
She stood there just looking at me. I walked over to her and stood in front of her, not too close, letting her get used to me. As I looked down at her, I could hear one word echoing over and over in my mind. "Beauty," I whispered to her. "You are my beauty, my naughty little beauty," my fingers traced the fine detail of the mask covering her face.
Her hands pushed my fingers away and she slowly removed her mask, dropping it on the dresser beside mine. I reached out and drew her close to me, feeling the urge to touch her as I had not had the pleasure yet.
"I believe your first kiss is mine," I whispered softly to her as I leaned down. Soft and reverently, my lips touched hers, desire sparked and fueled to full power within me. I took it slow, letting her lead. Her lips followed mine as I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were starry and clouded over with desire.
"Kiss me," she asked sweetly, her eyes focused on my lips. "I need…" she trailed off and leaned up and slowly caught my bottom lip between her teeth as she teased me.
Olivia POV
It felt like my skin was on fire, from the moment, his lips touched mine, I felt something unearthly possess me as if nothing could put out this unquenchable need. Only the touch of his skin or lips on mine.
I felt him sweep my hair to the side and softly kiss my neck. Sweet little nibbles that were fanning the fire within my core. I felt weak and shaky, out of control.
I held on his shoulders, so broad and strong. He pulled me against him, my back to his front, his fingers slowly whispering down the front of my costume.
I pushed back against him, the fervor in my blood growing stronger, the need to be closer with less on growing more and more ardent.
"Fitz," I moaned softly, leaning back against him. I was lost in a sea of chaotic hormonal want and need.
They are not going to have sex...but how far should they go? Or should I keep it innocent and just have them kiss?