A couple weeks had passed since Olivia and Fitz's first date, and everything had been going absolutely great. They were still learning, but they had begun to figure out how to do things. They seemed to be fairly good at hiding their feelings in public, but of course, it was still hard to keep their eyes off each other.

Another thing they were great at; making out in the bushes that surrounded Olivia's apartment building. Real pros at that.

They had also developed some routines. They knew they could not be having lunch with each other every day in his office, as that would raise some red flags. But, they tried to have lunch together at least once a week, whether in his office or off campus.

Friday night had transformed into their new date night, since Saturday night still remained trivia night with Cyrus, and occasionally his husband, James. They had gone out to dinner to two different restaurants the past couple Fridays, but they decided that this week they would go to his apartment and make dinner.

That was tomorrow night, though, and for tonight, Olivia was going to have some fun with her friends.

"C'mon, Liv! They're waiting!" Abby yelled from the living room. "Coming" Olivia yelled back, slipping a sweatshirt over her T-shirt. She went to the kitchen to grab a handful of popcorn, before locking the front door behind her. She ran barefoot down the hallway to apartment 4005, where Huck and Harrison lived, eating her popcorn on the way.

When she entered, she was greeted happily by her friends. She saw Abby already talking with Huck on the couch, both drinking beer. Quinn was sitting on a boy's lap on the kitchen stool. She recognized the boy as Charlie from one of their previous hangouts, and was pretty sure that Charlie and Quinn had a little thing going on. He was a friend of Huck's, and he seemed nice enough.

Harrison was drinking and playing video games with a particular girl he had taken a liking to in one of his business classes. Olivia remembered the girl as Hannah.

Olivia immediately went over to the couch to talk to Abby and Huck. They were by far her favorites of the group. Huck was quiet, but one of the nicest guys she had ever met. Also, a great guy to go to when having a technology problem. Huck could fix anything.

"Want a beer, Liv?" Quinn asked from the kitchen. Olivia thought about it before answering. She usually didn't really like to drink on weeknights, and hadn't been drinking much this year to begin with. The last time she had had anything to drink was when she drank a little too much with Fitz at his apartment. Only a little too much, she thought.

She decided to go for it. "You know what, sure" she nodded. Quinn got up and threw her a can from the kitchen. "Thanks, Quinn" Olivia replied, cracking it open. She wasn't really a big fan of beer, but it was cheap and simple; two necessities for college kids.

She took a sip and studied the label. "Harrison, you really need to tell your boy Jackson to buy better beer for you" she giggled. Jackson was Harrison's of-age friend that bought his alcohol for him. Harrison shot her a look. "Hey, c'mon. Busch Light is super cheap and it doesn't taste too awful..." he said. Olivia raised her eyebrows at him. "Okay...it's not the best. But it's still beer. And plus, it's part of the college experience" he smirked, putting his arm around Hannah.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said, shaking her head. "You know what else is part of the college experience? Drinking Games" Quinn piped up from the kitchen. "Ohhh, yeah let's do it! We haven't played any in a while!" Abby exclaimed. "I'm down" Harrison agreed, turning off his video game. "Yeah, okay" Olivia shrugged. Charlie, Huck, and Hannah all nodded as well, and they gathered in a circle on the living room floor.

"Never have I ever?" Quinn asked the group. Everyone nodded in agreement. It was always fun to try and come up with new questions they hadn't used in the past. "Abby, you start," Quinn said. "Hmm...okay. Never have I ever...been in a talent show" Abby said. Hannah took a sip of her beer. They all turned to her in wonder. "Singer" she shrugged. "Ahhh," they all said.

"Oh, so I'm next now?" Charlie asked. "Yeah, it just goes in a circle" Quinn nodded. "Okay. Never have I ever...gotten a piercing" Charlie said. All the girls, as well as Huck, took a drink. "Like the earrings, man" Charlie joked. Huck smiled. "You're just jealous!" Huck said, playfully punching his arm.

"Never have I ever...gotten a hickey!" Quinn said. Everyone except Huck took a drink. Olivia actually had to hold back her laughter as she remembered how badly Fitz had marked up her neck and chest the first time they slept together. It looked like Abby was giggling as well, probably remembering that same instance.

Olivia was pretty sure she faintly heard Charlie whisper, "we should change that" to Quinn very suggestively. Olivia rolled her eyes, but did find it a bit funny.

"Alright, never have I ever...flirted with someone older than a senior in college," Hannah said. Goosebumps formed on Olivia's skin as she slowly brought her beer to her lips, hoping and praying that someone else would take a sip. Nobody did.

"Wow, really, Liv? You!? You're so...good!" Harrison exclaimed. Olivia felt her cheeks redden. Yeah...not that good, she thought. She just shrugged her shoulders, thankful that nobody had asked her to expand any further.

"Okay...never have I ever...had sex in a public place," Harrison said with a laugh. Only Abby took a drink. They all turned to her and watched her smirk. "David works at Louie's...the bathrooms are nice," she said. They all burst out laughing. "Damn, Abby!" Quinn exclaimed. "Oops," Abby giggled.

"Never have I ever...uh...I don't know. Uh...stolen something" Huck shrugged. Charlie took a sip, which resulted in many questioning looks. "I stole gummy bears from a gas station when I was ten...not a proud moment" he chuckled. They all laughed, finding it a bit funny.

Olivia dreaded when it was her turn, she could never think of anything. "Never have I ever been out of the country," she said. "No, come on, Liv. You've used that one before!" Abby exclaimed. Olivia rolled her eyes. "Fine...never have I ever...had a one night stand" she stated. Harrison, Hannah, and Charlie drank to that one.

They played a couple more rounds, Olivia thankful that she didn't have to give anything else away about herself. Or at least that's what she thought until they started playing their adapted version of twenty questions.

"Ever had someone walk in on you doing anything remotely sexual?" Harrison asked Charlie. Olivia eyed Abby who was biting back a smirk. Yep, she thought. "No" he answered. "Abby, you and David ever have sex outside?" Charlie chuckled. "Yes," she answered, as if it were obvious.

"Oh was it hot or cold outside?" Hannah asked with a laugh. "No, no, Han. No follow-ups, and it has to be a yes or no question" he reminded her. "Ah, dammit that's right," Hannah said. "Harrison, ever been in handcuffs?" Abby asked. "No" he responded. "Unfortunately" he added, which made everyone laugh.

"Liv, have you ever had sex with anyone besides your ex?" Harrison asked with a laugh. Oh Jesus, she thought. "Yes," she replied. Everyone, besides, Abby of course, seemed a bit shocked. Apparently, they hadn't expected that.

"Way to go, Liv!" Quinn exclaimed. Olivia laughed, trying her best to shake it off and appear nonchalant about it. "Thanks, Quinn" Olivia replied. "Uh...Huck, ever...gone skinny dipping?" she asked. "No" he answered. "Hannah, ever made out in an elevator?" he asked. "Yes," Hannah replied. "Quinn, ever slept naked?" she asked. "Yes," Quinn answered.

"Liv, was Edison the best sex you ever had?" she asked eagerly. Of course, Quinn had to ask that. "No" Olivia replied. Not even close, she thought. "Damn!" Harrison exclaimed. "Wow. Mystery boy with some skills in the bedroom" Quinn said with a wink. Olivia just rolled her eyes playfully on the outside, but on the inside, she was a bit more afraid. She felt like her "good girl" image was slowly fading and she wasn't sure how she felt about it.

Maybe these stupid games weren't such a good idea for her to play anymore, considering all of the little life details they were designed to expose. She couldn't afford to have little things exposed, not with her current secret. Her terrifying, yet amazingly wonderful secret. Him.

They finally left Huck and Harrison's apartment that night around eleven, without giving away anything else about the men Olivia had had sex with, thank god. "Night, Liv," Abby said, immediately walking to her bedroom. She had had a bit too much to drink, so Olivia was glad she was going to bed. "Night, Abby," she said with a laugh.

She retreated to her room as well, shutting the door behind her. A smile formed on her face when she remembered that she and Fitz had planned to facetime after her hangout. Nightly calls with Fitz were starting to become one of her favorite things in the world.

Seeing him, usually shirtless, sitting in his bed. His curly brown hair seeming to have a mind of its own. His kind blue eyes looking back at her with that look of his. That look that seemed to say everything without any words at all. Man, did she feel lucky. Looking at that beautiful sight every night. What a great way to end each day.

Olivia: I'm coming!

She grabbed her bag and headed for the door, saying goodbye to Abby as she did so. She walked outside into the chilly winter air, and was happy to get into his warm car. "Hey, you," he said. "Hey, yourself" she replied with a smile.

They talked about their week while he drove, his hand on her thigh as usual. After the short drive to his apartment, they walked hand in hand into the building. This doorman's name was Cole, which left her wondering if she'd ever learn all their names as Fitz already had. Quite an impressive feat, if she had to admit.

She felt relaxed the minute she walked into his apartment. Besides smelling like him and being absolutely beautiful, it was just a great place to be. It kinda felt like home, strangely enough.

"Alright. You, my beautiful girl..." he said, leading her over to the island in the kitchen. "Can sit right here," he said, lifting her up and sitting her down on the counter. She leaned in and kissed him. "Can I help?" she asked after pulling away. "Maybe, we'll see," he said, pecking her lips once again.

She happily watched him move about the kitchen, never taking her eyes off him. "I'm not sure what you look cuter in. That apron you have on, or that hat you always wear" she teased. He smiled at her over his shoulder. "You have a thing for that hat" he chuckled. She nodded. "I definitely have a thing for that hat" she agreed.

He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her lower back. "I have a thing for you," he said. She smiled at him, feeling the butterflies arise in her stomach. He pressed his lips to hers, and tightened his grip on her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, pushing her fingers into his hair. He pulled her as close as he could, brushing her tongue with his.

"Mmm, you are distracting," he said against her mouth. "You're the one who wanted me to sit here" she giggled. "Mhm. I like being distracted by you" he said, kissing her once more. "And, I need a taste tester" he added, reluctantly pulling away from her, going back to the stovetop.

She swung her legs back and forth, waiting for him to come back. He cut a small piece of chicken, blowing on it before holding the fork up to her mouth. She took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "Holy shit" she exclaimed. "What? Does it need anything else? More seasoning?" he asked. She shook her head. "Oh my god no, that is amazing," she said. The smile on his face was priceless. "Awesome," he said.

He finished making their dinner; salad, grilled chicken, green beans, and rolls. The entire meal was delicious. This man just continued to surprise her. He seemed to be this wonderful mix of everything. He definitely had a shy and nervous side to him, which Abby claimed defined him as a "nice boy". Olivia couldn't really argue with that; she was happy this nice boy was hers.

He also had a confident and strong side to him, though. His confidence showed in the lecture hall, doing what he loved. In the kitchen, where it was clear he knew what he was doing. And in the bedroom, where he proved never to underestimate the nice ones, no matter how shy and nervous they may be. Because he knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. He was certainly something. Something perfect.

"That was amazing, Fitz," Olivia said, finishing her last bite of chicken. "I'm glad you thought so. What can I say, stovetop grilled chicken is my specialty!" he teased. "So I see!" she replied. He got up and refilled their waters, before his eyes landed on his wine rack.

He walked over and studied the bottles he had. "Wine?" he asked. She shook her head. "I don't think I'd like it" she replied. His jaw dropped. "You've never tried wine?" he asked. She shrugged. "Does the wine you drink for communion at church count? I don't really like that" she said, shaking her head. He laughed. "You are so cute, Liv" he smiled. She blushed. "No, church wine does not count. You've never had fine wine" he said, picking out a bottle from the rack.

She gulped, looking at the bottle. She knew absolutely nothing about wine, but that bottle looked extremely fancy. He opened the bottle and came back to sit by her. "Wait, aren't we going to have some?" she asked. He nodded. "Mhm. But we need to let it breathe first" he explained. "I see. So are you like an expert on wine?" she teased. "No, I'm more of a scotch guy. But I like a fine red wine every once in awhile" he nodded.

"Well...maybe it can be our thing...you know, if I like it," she said. He smiled. "I thought gin and tonic was our thing?" he teased. "We can have two things" she giggled. "We can and we will. Because you'll like wine" he assured her.

After about thirty minutes, he poured them both a glass of wine and they moved into the living room, sitting next to each other on the couch. He smiled at her, waiting for her to try it. "Are you gonna stare at me like that until I taste it?" she giggled. "Absolutely" he nodded.

She brought the glass up to her lips and took a sip. Her eyes widened at the taste. It was the best thing she had ever tried in her life. Well, besides lemonade, of course. "Oh my god," she said. "Oh my god good, or oh my god bad?" he asked. "Good" she replied.

He smiled, putting his arm around her. "I'm starting to think I'm a bad influence. Getting you drunk, introducing you to new alcohol...all before you're even legally allowed to drink" he chuckled. "Sneaking over to my apartment, pulling me into the bushes" she continued, laughing hard. "Oops," he shrugged.

She put her glass down next to his on the table. "You're not a bad influence. You're amazing. You're...you're just...perfect" she said. His cute smile was contagious. He sat there, seemingly contemplating what he wanted to say. "You are...everything to me. You're the most important person in my life, Olivia" he said softly.

Nobody had ever said those words to her before, and hearing them come from him was incredible. "I..." he began, looking closely at her. "Um. I..." he continued, growing more nervous. "I just want you to know that you mean the world to me" he finally said.

She wondered why he had gotten so nervous over that, but she let it go and scooted closer to him, letting him pull her close to his body.

They drank their wine together and talked for awhile, still getting to know each other bit by bit. She learned about his family, and the death of his mother when he was just a teenager. She felt awful, especially considering his only remaining parent was his father, who didn't seem to be a great guy.

"Big Gerry thinks I settled to be a professor that "teaches political science to teenagers". He thinks he owns me, because of my name. Because he "made me", and transformed me into some politician that he wanted me to be. And for a while, I did do what he wanted. I listened. I obeyed. But I couldn't take it anymore" he admitted.

"I don't want to be him. Not now, not ever" he whispered. She snuggled close to him. "You're not him. You're not anything like him. You're not Big Gerry, you're Fitz. You're a highly rated professor at a University ranked third in the nation. You are the smartest person I know. So many people look up to you, Fitz" she said.

He looked down at her intently, shaking his head ever so slightly. "You leave me speechless sometimes, do you know that?" he asked. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him. "I should stop doing that, I love your voice" she replied. "I love yours too" he nodded, kissing her again.

At his request, she told him more about her family. She told him that her mother was a lawyer, and that her father was an architect, which he thought was cool. She told him a little more about her childhood, which enjoyed, saying that little Olivia was probably "the most adorable child ever". She, of course, agreed.

She also told him about her history, which was pretty much just Edison, and he told her about his. Besides his ex-wife Mellie, he had only had a couple serious relationships. One with a woman for a couple years in college, named Allison, and another in law school for a year, with a woman named Grace.

They were both very open-minded, wanting to hear about their past relationships since it wasn't something they had exactly talked about before. She was honestly a bit surprised that he had only really had two serious relationships, not counting his political marriage. He was an attractive, smart, kind man. So, it was clear he just hadn't found what he'd been looking for. She hoped she was exactly that.

"So Edison goes to Yale too?" he asked. She nodded. "Mhm. He's a business major so I never see him" she replied. She wanted to make sure he knew that Edison would never ever be a problem. He was in the past and that's where he would stay.

"And what about Allison. She went here with you, does she still live here?" she asked. He shook his head. "No, she moved back to her hometown" he explained. She nodded. "So you know about my friends. Who are your good friends here?" she asked curiously.

"Cyrus has been a great friend to me ever since I came back here. Another professor in the department, Sam Reston, is a nice guy too, I'd call him a friend. But truthfully...you're my best friend" he said.

She smiled. "You're my best friend too, Fitz. Just don't tell Abby that you two share that job, she'd go ballistic" she teased. He chuckled. "Got it, my lips are sealed" he assured her. They continued talking and cuddling on the couch, until finally, they weren't talking anymore.

She lay on top of him as his hands gripped her ass, their lips continuously crashing together. He was resting his head on the arm of the couch, Olivia's forearms supporting her body on either side of his head.

They had been going at it for quite awhile, but their clothes were still on. They didn't need to be off for them to enjoy a nice makeout session. Kissing him was one of her favorite things. His tongue in her mouth and his lips on hers was an incredible feeling, one that never got old. "Mm" he groaned, feeling her run her fingers through his hair.

She kissed his cheek, followed by his neck. It seemed it was a weak spot of his as well, because he leaned his head back even further, encouraging her to keep doing what she was doing.

She sucked on the skin at the base of his neck, feeling his breathing becoming heavier beneath her. She could feel his heart beating fast against her chest, and was thankful she wasn't the only one. He held onto her for dear life as she continued her assault on his neck, becoming more handsy by the minute. He brought his lips up to her ear and whispered, "spend the night." She hadn't planned to stay over, but she didn't care.

She started to get up, grabbing his hand. He immediately followed, pressing his lips against hers once more. They moved together, her leading him to his bedroom. She knew where to go.

He stripped her shirt off, leaving it in the hallway behind them. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, also leaving that and his undershirt in the doorway of his bedroom. She slipped off her skinny jeans while he turned his belt loose, taking off his jeans as well. She pulled him into his bed on top of her, and he wasted no time getting them both fully undressed.

He went slow, letting her adjust to him while their breathing became heavier with every passing second. The sound of his breath turned her on immensely. He began to pick up the pace, and she moved her hips with his. "Oh god, Olivia...you feel...so good," he said breathlessly, burying his head into her neck. "So...do...you" she replied, digging her nails into his back.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, which made him moan. He returned to her lips, biting her lower one and pulling it into his mouth. His hands gripped her body hard, while he continued to slide in and out of her. Everything he did turned her on. Everything he did was what she wanted. Everything he did was perfect.

She decided she very much liked date nights at his apartment.

Ah yes, some good old college games and a nice date night with her guy.

"Nice boys don't kiss like that." "Oh, yes, they fucking do."- Bridget Jones' Diary. This chapter just reminded me of that scene. Ha, cracks me up.

Anyway, woohoo, let me know what you think.

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With love,

~T