Author's Note: Good afternoon, folks. Now, it's time to cool things off a bit. Like I said before, this fic is supposed to be a Porn with Plot fic and I've kicked the porn into high gear lately (much to everyone's delight, thank you for your positivity, especially during last chapter's Maze adventure) but still…it's all about the balance. Before you even ask, no, I am not going to break them up (I'll leave that to Little Miss Mani-Pressed Destiny and her lap dog enablers) but their dynamics (and Elements) are going to shift. As always, an Olitz HEA is guaranteed so don't worry too much and enjoy the ride.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

Stealing Away pt.6

Sunday Afternoon (3:45PM EST)

Now, it was time to be gentle.

They had been startled awake by a loud clap of thunder and Fitz had seen the shakiness in her gait as they went further inside, locking up and battening down the hatches as they went. Olivia hadn't yawned but her entire body language screamed that she was exhausted and more than a little out of it. They had pushed their boundaries in The Maze. They had been rougher and needier than their standard. There had been a sharper edge to their lovemaking, one that she had asked for but one that needed to be balanced out with tenderness. Fitz didn't want her to start thinking that he no longer respected her, that he no longer felt protective of her…

Turning back around, his heart softened as he saw his Livvie dozing at the main kitchen island, her head pillowed on her forearm. Crossing to her, Fitz placed a tall glass of cranberry juice in front of her and she sat up slowly, her hair in her face. Her full lips wrapped around the tip of the crazy straw and she drank deeply, nearly draining the glass in one go.

"Shower or bath, Sweetheart?"

"…bath, please."

He was still amazed at just how light she was, how petite in stature. Olivia had such a big personality, such an inferno in her spirit, that it was easy to see her as this larger than life, indestructible character. She wasn't. She was human and vulnerable and slow to trust. She had been hurt in her life, hurt very badly and that sort of hurt wasn't the type one got over. It was the type that one learned to cope with one day at a time. The fact that she trusted him not only with her body but with her emotional state was staggering. The fact that a woman who could fit in the cradle of his arms with room to spare had such power over him in all ways was staggering in the best ways…

He nudged the sliding door open with his foot and stepped into the main guest suite's bathroom. Although his Uncle Giovanni had given him a ringing endorsement to use the whole house as he saw fit (especially if a baby was made…), Fitz had set them up in the same part of the house that he and his mother had used when they visited. It was two-fold reasoning. The first was that he wanted Olivia to see every part of his past and the second…well, he just didn't feel comfortable making love in his Uncle's bedroom/bathroom.

Everywhere else, though? Well…

Olivia moaned softly as her back touched the settee and he stroked her hair soothingly, trying to keep her awake and calm.

"Talk to me, Olivia…are you hurting?"

"A little bit."

"Where, Sweetheart? Show me…"

Slowly, she parted her legs and guided her fingertips to her inner thighs. They were still slightly sticky to the touch. Her own fingertips then went to her lower lips and parted them, showing a hint of raw, swollen flesh. They had been insatiable for each other all weekend and it showed. Fitz bent his head and she sighed as he pressed kisses to her intimate flesh, looking to soothe away the aches…

"I'm so sorry, Livvie…"

"Don't be…I liked it…if I hadn't, I would've let you known and you would've stopped immediately."

"Yes, I would've…I don't…I don't want to hurt you more than…I don't want to…break you…"

"You won't, baby…that feels so good…"

"More?"

"Yes, please…"

/

5:15PM

Whatever he wanted to do next, the answer would be yes.

Her back was to his front and Fitz's large hands cupped her breasts, massaging them gently. Olivia's head was thrown back and the tip of his tongue followed the stray water drops that fell from her hair. A heavy groan was muffled into her shoulder as her hips rolled against his pulsing erection, urging him closer, urging him into her…

"…don't want to hurt you, Livvie…"

"…won't hurt…ready for you…wet for you…please, Fitz?"

Olivia shivered as he connected with her and rested her hands on top of his, holding them to her. Fitz spread his knees further and started a meticulous rhythm: deep, slow, and hard. Each impact of their hips sent shockwaves through her and she whimpered as he tugged gently on her earlobe.

"I can't get enough of you, Olivia. I love the way you feel against me. I love how soft and tight you are inside. You take me so well…you love my cock inside you, sweetheart? You love feeling your sweet little pussy quiver for me?"

"Mmmm…yes…"

"Make us come, Olivia…"

Lowering her hands to the mattress, she leaned forward and took over, riding and tightening up on him in all the ways that made him crazy. A feral growl rumbled in her lover's chest and he took a double handful of her behind, squeezing and massaging it as she picked up speed. Her Fitz loved her ass. She had always felt self conscious of her ass, especially since it was the first thing to develop during the dreaded puberty years. She had been skinny as a rail and then one day, she had woken up with not just hips but Hips. The teasing from the other girls, the cat-calls from boys and "men"…she had eventually learned to embrace her beauty (and big booty) with confidence but still sometimes she felt like she wanted to hide.

With Fitz, she never wanted to hide. She felt completely comfortable with him in her skin, literally and figuratively, mostly literally and he made her feel…

"…beautiful…so fucking beautiful, Livvie…"

/

6:45PM

"…'lo?"

"Olivia."

"Dad? What's wrong? Why are you calling? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine."

"Then why are you calling me?"

"I want to meet him."

"...meet who?"

"You know exactly who, Olivia. You said that you would bring him over to the house for dinner soon. Soon does not translate into 4 months and counting."

"Dad…"

"You two are still together, aren't you?"

"Yes, but…"

"Is your relationship with him serious?"

"Yes, it is but…"

"But, what? If you're truly serious about this Grant character, then he needs to meet not just the family you've made but your family by blood. You've made it clear that I have very little say or influence on how you live your life and quite frankly, if Fitzgerald is scared off by me, then he has no business being with you to begin with. You are a strong woman with a strong personality. You need someone of equal fortitude."

"…pick a day."

"Sunday, of course."

"What is it with you and Sundays, dad? Aren't there other days of the week to you?"

"What is it with you and this Grant character, Olivia? Aren't there other men to you?"

"…touché…okay, you win. We'll be there. Fitz is allergic to pine nuts."

"I'll be sure to make a lovely pesto sauce, then."

"Dad."

"I'm just kidding, Olivia. Go back to sleep."