A/N: I need to be honest and share how difficult a time I am having finishing this story. The direction S4 has been headed certainly isn't helping ...so the fact you are even taking the time to read this is greatly appreciated. I will post a few pictures that accompany this chapter on twitter (glamour_02)...it's a small attempt to continue pretending we have nice things. Xo

No Escaping Him - Uncensored

Chapter 20: Not a Second Sooner

Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes of love, joy and celebration. The hummingbird's delicate grace reminds us that life is rich, beauty is everywhere and that every personal connection has meaning. (author unknown)

OPOV

It was close to dusk and Olivia was busily gathering their belongings. They had just met with the doctor who confirmed Michael was doing exceptionally well and would undoubtedly be released tomorrow morning. Fitz had returned to the White House while Olivia stayed with Rosa making certain they both were being properly cared for.

Fitz insisted Hal remain with Olivia until she was ready to leave. He made it very clear he was the only agent he semi-trusted other than Huck. For some reason she felt relieved Fitz was still able to have faith in his long time agent, despite Tom's betrayal. Hal brought her a sense of familiarity she longed for and for that she was grateful.

After she finished gathering her items she caught glimpse of Rosa approaching her out of the corner of her eye. She turned to face her head on and was greeted by the warmest of smiles. She had learned quite a bit about Michael's wife in the short time they were together. Rosa was an Interior Designer back in Grenada and had given up her career to raise their family. When their youngest son left for college she decided to return to work. She was actually meeting with a realtor that morning when she got word of the accident. Olivia was about to replay the memory of her telling the story when Rosa spoke interrupting her train of thought.

"I'm certain you have things to do, Olivia. Please get some rest..." Her voice was even and her eyes looked concerned. Olivia knew she looked tired. She still hadn't slept and it was catching up with her. She couldn't help but think of Fitz who also hadn't slept. It was his first time back in the White House since learning of the Secret Service breech and she was certain his lack of sleep would be attributing with him being extra curt towards people.

"I'm leaving soon," she finally replied. "I've arranged for a bed to be brought in. If there's anything you need..." Before she could continue, Rosa spoke cutting her off.

"You've done so much already, Olivia. I have everything I need right here." She turned her head slightly toward Michael who was resting and she knew what she meant. A comfortable silence fell over them before Olivia eventually replied.

"I owe Michael so much." Her own words surprised her coming out but they were true and deserved to be spoken. Rosa smiled at Olivia and nodded her head slightly.

"He's very fond of you, Olivia...he cares for you a great deal." She immediately felt self conscious and shifted her weight accordingly. It was at that moment she decided it was time for her to leave. She opened the door and motioned to Hal she was ready, simultaneously pulling her phone from her purse. Once her eyes made contact with the screen she saw she had a missed call.

It was from the White House.

Olivia was about to call Fitz when her phone rang again, answering it on the second ring. Mellie was on the other end; her voice taking her completely off guard. Her tone was awkwardly gentle and it immediately made Olivia cautious. Whenever Mellie was kind it typically came with an ulterior motive.

The conversation was one sided and lasted a few seconds. Mellie wanted to speak to Olivia at the White House and asked her to come over. Her voice was even and she wasn't able to gauge her intentions although she was certain they weren't good. Olivia checked her watch before replying. It was now a little past 7:00 and there was something about Mellie's request that intrigued her. The last she knew the First Lady was on an unscheduled out of town trip.

She couldn't help but wonder if her request had anything to do with Fitz speaking to the Attorney General about a divorce. It didn't take a genius to realize their marriage was in trouble and Olivia couldn't help but think Mellie was connecting the dots and preparing for her own battle.

Olivia agreed to meet her at the White House in an hour. She ended the call and put the rest of their personal belongings inside her purse before making her way to the door.

She said her goodbyes to Rosa and promised to come by first thing in the morning to bid them farewell. A soon as she stepped into the hallway, Hal greeted her stating a car was ready. She was halfway down the hall when she pushed a number dialing Fitz's personal cell phone.

He answered immediately.

"Livvie...is everything alright?" He spoke into the line. His voice was deep and filled with concern. It made Olivia's heart flutter.

"Everything is fine. I'm leaving the hospital now...I'll be at the White House in an hour. I've been summoned." Olivia's voice was slightly amused and she heard Fitz let out an awkward sigh.

"If only it were that easy, Ms. Pope," he replied. His tone was slightly sarcastic and it made Olivia smile. She spoke of the short conversation she had with Mellie and they both agreed they would meet with her together. Fitz shared his take on her request and it was similar to what Olivia thought. She had a proposition for them and since she reached out to Olivia first, they was certain her motive was political in nature.

Before ending the call, she gave Fitz an update on Michael and told him she was stopping by the house to shower and change before heading over. She was now in the unmarked vehicle awaiting her outside the hospital. As soon as she felt comfortable, she returned her phone to her purse and leaned her head back against the leather. Thoughts of Rowan filled her head. She wondered where he was being detained and wanted to see him. She knew Fitz would not be pleased with this request but it was something she needed to do. She closed her eyes for a split second and dozed off, her body unable to stay awake any longer.

FPOV

Fitz pressed a button and Lauren appeared a few seconds later. He wanted the details of Mellie's trip, including who she met with and where she stayed. He knew he should've asked for this sooner but between Tom and Michael it completely slipped his mind.

Lauren nodded and quickly excused herself from the Oval Office. Fitz sat back in his chair, deep in thought. He had just finished a meeting with Homeland and the FBI and he wasn't pleased. There were certain questions regarding the breech he wasn't willing to discuss and it centered around Rowan's involvement. Anxiety filled his chest, causing him to close his eyes. The truth was he simply didn't trust anyone and although turning Rowan in was legally the right thing to do he was having second thoughts. If the wrong person dug deep enough Rowan could be traced back to Olivia.

And that was something he couldn't let happen.

A small knock sounded at the door, snapping Fitz back into the now. It was Lauren; who quickly handed him a folder and disappeared back to her desk. Fitz stood and headed to the wet bar before opening it's contents. He needed a drink and sleep and tried to mentally prepare for what was ahead.

The bourbon burned down his throat but didn't stop him from taking another quick sip. Once seated on the couch he opened the folder with his free hand and read the contents. Mellie had been to California and Fitz immediately knew her intentions. He was about to call Olivia and share the details of her trip when Huck entered. He could tell by the look on his face he had news about Rowan.

Fitz threw the folder down on the table and set his drink down beside it. Huck stood uncomfortably in front of him and looked at the ground. This was taking some getting used to for Fitz and he physically had to bite his tongue to keep from sharing his agitation. The last thing he wanted to do was seem ungrateful. Huck was stepping up to the plate despite everything Fitz put him through when Olivia was missing. He didn't deserve his loyalty although Huck made it clear it was something he gave to both him and Olivia freely.

After a short while, Huck eventually spoke. Rowan was being detained at The Pentagon and his office and home were currently being searched. Huck was letting him know he felt more comfortable doing the searching himself but wasn't certain if he would be comfortable with another agent taking over.

Fitz crossed his arms at his words and thought for a moment. The truth was he knew Huck was needed elsewhere and it made perfect sense for him to search the different locations. But fear of another breech surfaced and Fitz asked him to wait for Hal to return. If Huck needed to leave he was only comfortable with one other person taking post.

He watched Huck leave the Oval when a yawn escaped him. He checked his watch and it was nearly 8:30; Olivia would be there soon. Fitz decided to lay down on the couch and close his eyes...just for a moment.

OPOV

Olivia entered the East Entrance of the White House and headed straight to the Oval Office. She was in a black suit, her hair flowing freely past her shoulders, nearly touching her breasts. A hint of a smile reached her lips as she knew the second Fitz saw her all else would be forgotten. She unconsciously reached for the necklace hanging around her neck. The personal items she requested had finally been sent to Washington from Vermont and she had been waiting for the right moment to wear the necklace. Tonight for some reason seemed like the most fitting time.

Lauren half smiled at her but quickly returned her attention to the paper laying on her desk. Olivia slowly opened the door to the Oval and stopped. Fitz was resting on the couch, his feet crossed at the ankle. He looked peaceful and it was an endearing sight. She slowly walked towards him and set her things down near the couch before going to him.

She sat on the edge of the couch and bent down to kiss him. The moment their lips touched she felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her closer in. Their kiss deepened and instantly her body was on top of his, her hands now intertwined in his hair. She felt him harden between her legs, his penis desperately trying to break free through the material.

She felt her breath catch at the contact and couldn't help but moan into his mouth. His hands were at her bottom, pushing her delicately into him repeatedly as if he couldn't get close enough to her. For reasons she couldn't explain she suddenly pulled away and was immediately greeted with a scowl from the President of the United States.

Olivia lovingly watched the small creases form in between his eyes. His mouth was pouting and he looked at her as if she had two heads. The image caused her to inwardly laugh although she was careful not to show him that emotion.

She felt him rub her thighs in a continuous pattern, his eyes studying her intently. Olivia was now straddling him but they didn't speak. She watched his eyes drift downward and stop immediately at what was hanging around her neck. His hand reached under her blouse and pulling the necklace out from underneath. She wasn't certain how Fitz saw it but the fact he did wasn't surprising. There were very few things that went unnoticed where she was concerned and it pleased her more than she cared to admit.

The charm that rested at the end of the chain was precious to Olivia. She purchased it in Grenada during one of the lowest points in her life. Flashes of the memory sparked her conscious and she remembered walking around the town square one day after visiting Michael. She saw the charm in the window of a small jewelry store and immediately bought it. It represented so much of what was...a life she was desperately trying to escape...a life with a man she was certain would never actually be.

But the reality was, the necklace was a reminder of her place in Fitz's world and that's honestly why she bought it. It was something she looked at nightly but never felt worthy of wearing...until now.

She watched Fitz's facial expression transform before her very eyes. His face was now soft and his eyes glossy. She could feel him rubbing the charm between his fingertips, yet he still hadn't said a word. After a short time, Olivia spoke breaking the silence between them.

"I bought it window shopping in Grenada one afternoon after a session with Michael. It reminded me of us...of you." The moment her words left her mouth, Fitz raised his eyes to hers; a sad smile spread across his lips. Fitz lowered his eyes again and continued staring at the charm but remained quiet. It began to worry Olivia and she wondered if something happened she wasn't aware of. She was about to ask Fitz if something was wrong when he finally spoke, much to her relief.

"I'm going to make love to you wearing only this very soon..." His voice was slightly threatening and sounded almost strained, as if something inside pained him deeply.

Olivia was about to reply when a knock sounded at the door. She instantly stood and walked a few feet away from Fitz towards the other side of the room. She could feel his eyes on her but simply couldn't look in his direction. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Fitz eventually stand, telling whoever was at the door to come in.

It was Lauren who quickly announced the director of Homeland had returned and was requesting five more minutes of the presidents time. He apparently had some "follow up" questions that couldn't wait until morning. Olivia shifted uncomfortably and finally had the courage to sneak a peak at Fitz. His face looked irritated and so tired. She watched him walk over to his desk and stand behind it, eventually making eye contact with her. Olivia was grateful for the chair she was standing near. Between the last words he spoke to her and their kiss; her entire body was drawn to him in ways she couldn't explain.

Olivia leaned against the chair and broke eye contact with him. She internally cursed his charm and the fact he spoke to her in such a provocative way left her feeling slightly annoyed. Before she had a chance to continue her imaginary pity party, the director of Homeland entered the Oval Office.

Fitz instantly barked his disappointment of the visit, reminding the gentleman he just spent nearly two hours with him earlier. He was now sitting behind his desk and Olivia finally sat down in the chair, mesmerized with this every move. Fitz eventually made contact with her and Olivia watched him give her a silent request with his eyes. She turned her head to see what he was referring to and saw a folder resting on the table in front of the couch. She knew from the look on his face he wanted her to open it and read.

Olivia half listened to their conversation while reading the paper inside the briefing folder. It was Mellie's itinerary, listing in detail who she visited and for how long. She couldn't help but notice the conversation being had in the room seemed to be spoken in code. She wasn't certain if it was because of her presence or not but most of the questions seemed redundant. Fitz's patience continued to be tested until finally he told the gentleman to leave, as their conversation was simply over.

FPOV

Fitz's irritation was at an all time high. Not only was the director of Homeland bothering him AGAIN but this time he couldn't keep his eyes off of Olivia. He turned to look her three times during their conversation and it bothered him immensely. He tried busying himself but couldn't get the image of Olivia sitting on top of him out of his mind. The hummingbird that rested against her chest left him speechless. The fact she bought it during her time away from him spoke volumes and made him feel a deep pain in his chest just thinking about it.

He imagined her walking through the streets alone and finding the jewelry store. Fitz suddenly had the urge to find the owner and thank him, the gesture meant so much to him. And the fact she was wearing it; he simply was at a loss for words. He was itching to get her naked and beneath him and he had to try and quiet his mind and get a handle on himself.

Fitz buzzed Lauren and he asked for an ETA in regards to the First Lady. He also requested she come in a take care of an important issue he needed addressed right away. He quickly jotted down a few sentences and folded a piece of paper in half. Lauren appeared in the room again, making her way towards his desk. She took the paper and immediately excused herself. The moment she left, Olivia spoke tossing the folder back onto the table.

"Mellie's looking for endorsements." she blurted, finally making eye contact with Fitz. He nodded his head slightly in reply and sat back in his chair; one finger resting against his cheek and the other his chin.

"She getting her ducks in a row and it appears she thinks you can get her to the finish line." His voice was serious and he looked at Olivia head on, trying to gauge her reaction. He watched Olivia cross her arms and he could tell she was deep in thought. Silence fell between them until she eventfully spoke. Her voice was even and ever so slightly amused.

"Let's see what she has to say..." she replied; a small smile pushing the corner of her mouth. Fitz crossed his leg over one another at the vision. She was breathtaking and it took every ounce of willpower for him to not undress her right there on the chair she was sitting on.

Olivia's reply meant she was willing to help Mellie with her political future, especially if it meant she play nice and grant him the divorce. He checked his watch again and his annoyance level again rose. The First Lady was late and he had so much left to do. He stood and walked towards Olivia; his hands now inside his pockets.

"Williams was checking you out earlier..." He didn't bother hiding the jealousy from his voice. He watched Olivia turn and look at him, her face now filled with confusion.

"You can't be serious?" She shot back, a hint of disgust draping her words as they fell out. Her arms were still crossed at her chest and for some reason her reaction pleased him greatly; probably because it meant she didn't notice.

"I'm very serious. He was on thin ice with me before, now I just may..." A knock on the door stopped him mid sentence and Lauren entered once again with Mellie a few steps behind. Fitz immediately shifted uncomfortably, the sight of her bringing forth such an uncomfortable emotion within him. She purposely walked directly towards him and faced Olivia as if to signify "Us against You."

Fitz watched Olivia closely. Her facial expression remained calm and she seemed at great ease. No one spoke for a long minute and Fitz's lack of sleep took over. He walked to his desk and sat down, picking up a briefing folder in the process. His patience was wearing thin and he needed to stop dealing with people as quickly as possible.

"We've been up for nearly 24 hours Mellie...what do you want?" His tone was rude and he caught a glimpse of Olivia throwing him darts from across the room with her eyes. The sight would normally freeze him still but he simply didn't care at the moment. He was tired and annoyed and horny and still had to deal with the breech debacle...the LAST thing he wanted to do was end his night with Mellie.

The First Lady folded her arms and shot Fitz a cold stare. She turned her body to face Olivia as if she was waiting for her to say something. Some time passed and he was about to speak again when Mellie began to finally explain the purpose of this "meeting."

She made her demand clear...she was willing to "entertain" the idea of agreeing to a divorce if and ONLY if Olivia took her on as a personal client. Olivia's sole purpose would be dedicating the next few years to making Mellie the next republican presidential candidate. She wanted to pull the "single woman can do it all card" and felt the only person that could make this happen was none other than the great Olivia Pope.

Fitz continued watching Olivia carefully; she remained quiet and stared at Mellie. A very uncomfortable silence fell over them and Fitz wasn't able to gauge her reaction. He stood and decided to walk towards Olivia who was still facing the First Lady head on. After a few more seconds, she responded and her reply froze him in his tracks.

"We'll have the papers drawn up. I suggest you have your Chief of Staff contact me ASAP to discuss the timeline of your departure from the White House. If all goes well and we both agree to the terms, we can discuss your political future. But not a second sooner."

Fitz's eyebrows instantly raised at the words. Olivia wasn't exactly saying no but she certainly wasn't allowing Mellie to call the shots. The stand off between the woman he loved and the woman he'd come to loathe continued. He could see Mellie's wheels turning at Olivia's reply. He guessed she was contemplating calling Olivia's bluff but wasn't certain if she was actually willing to put her political future on the line.

Luckily, another knock on the door sounded and Lauren yet again entered the room. She made eye contact with Fitz and slightly nodded her head at the president. She was about to leave when Fitz called her by name.

"Lauren, please see the First Lady out..." He turned to face Mellie who gave him a hateful stare. She was fuming and angry and Fitz knew this battle between them was just getting started.

Fitz broke eye contact with her and returned to his desk. He shoveled some folders around and attempted to organize a few papers waiting on Mellie's next move. He could sense Olivia watching him but he didn't look her direction. He was preparing to call Hal and have him escort Mellie out when she finally turned on her heels and walked towards the door. He watched Lauren hold it open for her until she finally left.

The moment the door closed his attention shifted back to Olivia who was already walking towards his desk. Her face was somewhat amused; her arms still folded like they were earlier.

"WE'VE been up for 24 hours..." She repeated aloud. Her voice was somewhat mocking and Fitz was almost tempted to laugh. He chose to instead change tactics because he needed her and everything inside of him was desperate to get her naked.

"I want you to stay here tonight. We need sleep and I can't leave right now," he replied. He watched Olivia's face fall before his eyes and he immediately spoke again, unwilling to take no for an answer.

"Olivia...please." He was instantly on her, his face buried against the side of her hair. He could smell the shampoo and the image of her wet in a bathtub was at the forefront of his mind. She tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't allow it. His hands roamed her body and made their way to her bottom; her breasts now pushing against him. Her hands were now at his sides, resting on his hips and the fact she uncrossed her arms was a step in the right direction.

"You know I can't..." She whispered against his chest. His heart began to ache and he felt conflicted inside. He would never want Olivia to do anything she didn't want to but for selfish reasons he desperately wanted her to stay. They needed rest and he simply wasn't ready to part ways yet. The thought of him being without her filled him with such sorrow...he wasn't certain how to handle his feelings.

"The lights are on in the Rose Garden." He spoke each word softly in between kisses, hoping to tear down the walls she was holding up. "No one will disturb us, Livvie." The second the words fell out of his mouth, Olivia jerked away from him. Her face looked upset and he immediately put his hands into his pockets. It was the only way he could refrain himself from trying to touch her.

Her arms rested on the back of the chair she was sitting on earlier; her head now looking down at the floor. He immediately regretted asking her to stay.

"I have no intention of ever living here Fitz...even if you and Mellie divorce. I need you to know that." Silence filled the air as he processed what she told him. He always knew she would never agree to live here but hearing her speak the words made it real. Deep down he knew the plans he had in store where she was concerned and he had every intention of trying to change her mind.

"I know you don't, Liv. I know." His voice was painfully low and he looked across the room at nothing in particular. This evening was not going as planned and he blamed himself for bringing up something he knew Olivia wouldn't be comfortable with.

"If you only knew how tired I am of loving you in secret- how difficult it was for me to NOT tell Williams to keep his FUCKING eyes off of you- I have to pass a note to my goddamn secretary to put on the garden lights and close a wing just for the chance of having you all to myself tonight!" His voice was strained and loud and he could feel his jaw tighten as he clenched the words out.

He suddenly wanted space and the room seemed too small for him. Olivia was still looking down and the sight made his eyes water. He turned around and walked to the large window. The moon was bright and in perfect view. He stared at it for sometime before speaking again.

"She never wanted children, Olivia. Can you imagine being reminded for years the children- your children- she gave birth to were done so out of political obligation? I know losing Jerry affected her...but my God she has a LIVING son that sleeps down the hallway from her she barely sees! But yet it's YOU that feels uncomfortable here. All she's ever truly cared about is Mellie! I'm so tired of this shit...just so fucking tired." He inhaled sharply at the words and shook his head from side to side in disgust of what was being spoken into the air. He wasn't certain why he felt such a need to get this off his chest but he did. And it felt good coming out.

OPOV

Olivia continued to stare at the ground, unable to speak. His words felt heavy and she knew their lack of sleep was making each of them more irritable by the second. She wanted to go to him but felt paralyzed and she didn't know what else to do. An image of Michael laying in the hospital room came to mind and it broke her heart into two. She had so much to be thankful for and she didn't want to leave Fitz yet she couldn't stop feeling so uncomfortable inside. The fact was she needed to be with him in their own space where she didn't have to worry about people "disturbing them". She suddenly felt like the other woman and for reasons she couldn't explain she couldn't get out of her own head.

A short time passed and Fitz was still at the window looking away from her. She decided to get her purse and walk to the door. Her body was running on empty and she didn't have the willpower to continue a conversation they had no business having right now. Her mind wasn't clear and she was afraid of saying something she'd regret, yet this unexplainable pull she had for him wouldn't subside. It was as if her body was having an imaginary battle with her mind.

The large clock on the wall struck 10:00 when a soft tap sounded on the door, a muffled voice speaking through the wood. It was Lauren and she was bidding them both goodnight. Olivia felt helpless and decided sleep would be the only cure of her mood right now.

"I'll see you at home..." She said over her shoulder and was about to turn the knob. That's when she heard her name spoken in that tone only he could emulate. Her hand stilled and before she could release it Fitz was behind her, his body pushing her against the door.

She felt lightheaded and thought she heard the lock turn but wasn't certain. Fitz had her pinned and his hands were instantly at her breasts, unbuttoning her blouse allowing him full access. Olivia lost all sense of right and wrong and couldn't stop the longing she felt for him. She reached back around his body and pulled his shirt out from inside his pants, un-tucking it from all angles. The last place they needed to do this was the Oval Office but complete lust had taken over and nothing was going to stop them now.

His face was in her hair and she couldn't help but rest her forehead against the door. She was completely naked from the waist up, Fitz now pushing her pants down her legs. His mouth was everywhere and licked her backside in ways that completely exposed her. She strained to hear through the door. Was Hal outside? Had Lauren really left? Her conscience kicked in and she desperately tried to muffle her moans, practically biting her lip in the process.

The only sounds in the room came from Fitz who was repeatedly telling her how much he loved her and how badly he needed her. She could feel his clothes coming off, causing her to move her head sideways so that her cheek was now resting against the door. The room was blurry and she couldn't think. She felt him take her hands into his and raise them above her head, interlocking their fingers tightly together. He was now kissing her shoulders and neck, his bulge pressed against her backside in such a way all she could do was close her eyes.

Out of nowhere he turned her around so she faced him, his warm breath greeting her immediately. She felt his fingers enter her core quickly, only to come back out...too soon for her liking. They instantly were at her mouth and she felt his fingers rub her bottom lip, smearing her own fluid over them. She opened her eyes and wasn't prepared for the vision in front of her. Fitz's eyes were a hooded deep blue and he wasted no time kissing her deeply, allowing her a taste of her insides... of what was now a drug to him.

Their tongues collided with one another and she felt his fingers again between her legs, this time caressing her pubic hair that had since grown back from her last waxing. The sensation drove her crazy and she couldn't stifle the loud moan that radiated throughout her.

After a long while Fitz was the first to break contact, his lips moving down her body. He slowly left open mouthed kisses down her chest, stopping at the hummingbird charm that rested against her skin. She watched him kiss it softly before continuing downward, until he was eventually kneeling down before her. He slowly lifted her leg up over his shoulder and her hands immediately flew into his hair, using his locks to help keep her steady. The anticipation of what was about to come was too much and all Olivia could do was close her eyes and lean her head against the door.

It didn't matter how many times he adored her in this manner, she was never prepared for it.

His tongue entered her slowly and she could feel his nose brush against her clit in the process, sending tingles down her spine. A loud cry echoed throughout the walls and she knew anyone within an earshot of the room undoubtedly heard her. His licks against her walls were quick and methodical and she unconsciously lifted up on her tip toes at his rhythm. She felt his fingers at her breast, pulling her nipple roughly in between his two fingers. That became her undoing as heat washed over her body, spreading like internal wildfire.

The grip around his hair tightened and before she had a chance to recover from her orgasm she felt his tongue leave her insides. A few moments passed until she finally felt him stand, lifting her up in the process. She felt her pussy lower down on his shaft, her insides furiously scrambling to made room for him. Fitz used her back for support, pushing her high up against the door with every single thrust.

Their reaction to each other was primal, almost animalistic, and despite her efforts she couldn't keep herself quiet. For a split second she wondered if Fitz was behaving this way on purpose...it was as if he wanted to be heard and welcomed the possibility of it. The mere thought of it turned her on even more and she no longer tried to hide the pleasure she was receiving.

They eventually climaxed together in unison, their cries intertwined and growing increasingly higher in octave. Fitz's head was buried against her neck, both their breathing now heavy and sporadic. Olivia felt as if she was going to pass out. Her eyes were heavy and she desperately tried to keep them from closing. After a few minutes she felt Fitz pull out and steady her on the ground. He led her to the hidden bathroom and caught glimpse of him grabbing the think plush robe hanging from the back of the door handle.

Eventually she felt herself lay on top of him on the couch, his robe now being used as a much welcomed blanket. She rested on his chest and listened to his breathing, his soft chest hair lightly tickling her cheek. And then her body gave up and she couldn't stay awake any longer. The last memory she had was of him whispering to her before she finally drifted into a dream like state. She was fairly certain he spoke of hummingbirds and of window shopping and of taking long walks together.

And of the day he would finally be able to love her in the open.