A/N: So I wasn't originally planning to write a follow-up for this but everyone really wanted to know what happened. I thought of being really over the type about it but it started to sound too much like stuff that would happen on the show so I had to let it go immediately lol. I hope y'all like this!

They reached his front door and Olivia stopped. Fitz looked at her curiously, puzzled by the frown on her face. "What's wrong?"

"I can't do this," she blurted, looking like she might throw up.

He frowned at her. "What do you mean?"

"I just… This isn't right. I should go home."

He turned to face her. "Why?"

"I just… We have to stop, Fitz. We can't do this anymore." She had willfully picked a fight with her husband to be out with her boyfriend. And she had stopped feeling guilty about being with him. She felt like her world was coming undone.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and put some space between them. "So that's it? You've just suddenly had a change of heart and you want to stop seeing me?"

She nodded, not looking at him. She couldn't bear to see him frowning. Fitz looked at her bowed head and wondered what was suddenly so different. Whatever it was, he decided, wasn't important. He loved her so much he could barely breathe around her, but she had apparently made her choice. And he never made anyone do things they didn't want to do. He shrugged though she wasn't looking at him. "Fine. Goodnight."

That got her attention. She lifted her head to look at him. "That's it? Just 'fine' and 'goodnight'?"

"You wanna leave. I'm not gonna stop you. Go home to your husband and be happy. I'll move on." She wondered where the warmth in his eyes had gone. He was looking at her like she was a stranger, but worse. He was looking at her like he loathed her existence. He turned to head for the door and unlocked it. His hand on the knob, he looked back at her one last time, "Don't stay out here all night."

With that, he went into the house and left her on his front step. Olivia stood, rooted to the spot. She was supposed to feel free, but she didn't. Not even a little. And her feet wouldn't move. She was rooted to the spot, staring at the door. She realized then that she couldn't leave him, not when his mere absence took every breath out of her body. She stumbled to the door and knocked almost desperately. Fitz, who hadn't gone very far, opened it immediately and caught her when she collapsed in his arms.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." She was clinging to him so desperately, her head buried in his chest so deeply that he could barely make out what she was saying.

"I know." He kissed her forehead. He picked her up and carried her upstairs to his bedroom. He lay her on his bed and undressed her completely, staring down at her body—more his than hers, really, as well as he knew it—and she watched his eyes travel over her. She had never known Edison to look at her that way, like he couldn't see anything but her. He undressed quickly, covered her body with his.

He grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eye. "Don't you ever leave me again."

"I won't," she promised. "Don't ever let me leave."

"I won't." He wrapped her legs around his waist, plunging deep into her wetness. Olivia gasped, her head falling back. She clutched his shoulders, her heels in the small of his back to urge him deeper. He kissed her collarbone and her breasts, left marks because he was desperate. She let him because he needed to. The bed knocked against the wall gently with their pace. The slow merciful grind of his hips into hers left her shaking. She knew she wouldn't last long, not when he was so deep. She held him for dear life, repeating his name again and again as she splintered into a million pieces. Still he moved inside her, whispering her name against her slick skin. He wrote love letters on her heart that made it hard to breathe. A scream leapt from her lips as she fell over the edge into blessed oblivion again, pulling him along with her. He groaned and fell limp against her, nuzzling her neck. Olivia ran her fingers through his hair as their breathing returned to normal. It wasn't long before they drifted off to sleep.

XXXXX

The next morning, Olivia rolled over in Fitz's embrace and yawned as she stretched awake. He pulled her closer and kissed her temple and she looked up at him.

"You have to go home."

Her eyes widened and she sat up, the sheets falling from her naked body. "What?"

"You have to go home and tell him," he replied.

Olivia finger-combed her hair and looked at him with a frown. "I know."

"It's gonna be okay. Just go home and tell him." He kissed her gently. Olivia rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to shower. Fitz got up to join her but paused at the door when he heard her crying. He leaned his head against the door, wishing there was something he could do. He finally went into the bathroom, undressing as he made his way to the shower. He wrapped his arms around her shaking body and she crumpled against him. He didn't say anything, just held her until her tears dropped. Olivia wiped at her eyes while Fit knelt before her, gently washing her body. Olivia leaned against the shower wall, watching him. She knew then that there was no choice. This was where she needed to be, where she belonged.

XXXXX

The house was quiet when she opened the front door and she thought Edison might have gone to work. That would at least give her a little time to gather her thoughts. She walked past the dining room, headed for her bedroom, and almost didn't notice Edison sitting at the table. She stopped in the doorway and looked at him unsurely.

"Good morning." He was eerily calm. This wasn't passive-aggression. This was something more, something sinister.

"Good morning." She walked into the room and sat opposite him.

Olivia looked at the large envelope on the table between her and her husband.

"Open it," he instructed. She reached for it tentatively and finally opened it after taking a moment to still her shaking hands. The first bundles of stapled papers were reports that she couldn't really make sense of. They were tracking reports of someone or something but they were so number heavy that she couldn't tell what. She flipped through them quickly, looking for any identifying markets but found none. She gasped at the next bundle. They were pictures...of her. And many of her and Fitz.

"My personal favorite is the one of you on the Fourth at the fireworks," Edison said, nodding at the picture of her and Fitz laughing as they sat on a blanket at Lake Champlain. "You two look so happy in that one."

Olivia sat in Friday morning traffic, half-listening to the pop on the radio, headed to work. She smiled when her phone rang. Fitz always called her on her morning commute. She answered on the third ring. "Hi."

"Hi." She could hear him smiling. "So what are you doing this weekend?"

"Working probably," she answered.

Fitz lay in bed, smirking. "That's no way to spend the weekend. It's the national holiday. You're supposed to drink copious amounts of alcohol and play with low-grade explosives."

"I'm not really an alcohol and explosives kind of girl."

Fitz laughed. "It's easy. I'll teach you."

"Well my husband is going out of town this weekend so I suppose that can be arranged."

"How long is he leaving for?"

"He'll be back Monday night," she answered with a smile, knowing he was smiling too. It had been so long since they'd had a full night together. Now they would have three.

"Sounds good. I can make you my Sunday morning waffles."

"You cook?"

"A few special dishes." He rolled out of bed and she could hear him shuffling around his bedroom. "I was thinking tomorrow morning we could drive to Lake Champlain to see the fireworks. And you'll finally get to see my cabin."

"You have a cabin? I never pegged you for very outdoorsy."

He laughed. "Well I am. Later on in the summer, I'll take you back and we'll get very outdoorsy. I'll even teach you to fish if you're sweet."

"I'm always sweet."

"I beg to differ." They laughed as traffic began to move.

xxxxx

"Are you cold?" Fitz asked, draping his arm over Olivia's goose-bumped shoulders.

"A little, but I'm okay." She wore only her blue polka-dotted bikini and white shorts. She hadn't expected it be so chilly on the lake at that time of year. He moved to sit behind her, pulling her back between his legs and wrapping his arms around her. He wore a navy long-sleeved shirt and white shorts, unintentionally matching with her. He kissed her cheek. "Want some lemonade, pretty girl?"

"And some ribs. I'm starving." She looked back at him with a smirk. "You're a bad host for not feeding me."

He smiled. "Sorry. I was too busy feeding myself."

Olivia laughed as he got to his feet, pulling her along with him. Earlier that day, while they were supposed to be fishing, he had eaten her so selfishly on his dock that she hadn't been able to move for nearly an hour afterward. She had gotten a pretty tan in the process but that was hardly consolation for her dead limbs. They went to a nearby food truck and got a plate of ribs to share and two mason jars of lemonade with sparklers in them. Fitz laughed as he watched Olivia stuff herself with ribs, rimming her mouth with sticky sweet barbecue sauce. Olivia smirked at him. "What?"

"I love you…madly. I think I'm just realizing how madly."

"Fine time to realize it when I'm stuffing myself like a pig." Olivia laughed. She reached up to offer him a bite of her ribs. "I love you too, Fitz. Too much to say most times."

"You can say anything to me, Livvie." He wiped the barbecue sauce off her bottom lip and licked it off his finger.

She laughed sweetly. "Anything?"

"Anything."

"I need more ribs." He looked at her for a moment before his composure broke and he laughed wholeheartedly, his head falling back.

She didn't say anything, just kept flipping. There were photos of her and Fitz at Tantra, and restaurants, and the bar where Fitz worked. She paused to look at one particular picture, of her and Fitz onstage at the bar. She had goaded him into performing a song after finding out he was a songwriter and he had agreed only if she would get onstage with him. She wore the tight pink dress she'd been wearing the night they met. Her hair had been bone straight but they had made love until it waved with sweat. His hands cupped her breasts as he sang to her. She could still hear his voice. When I was kissing on my baby And she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamp light I was free Heaven and hell were words to me. The crowd had gotten a real kick out of them and he was selling more songs than ever. He had written a whole album about her. And her husband had apparently been playing paparazzi. She looked up at him. "You've been following me."

"No. I'm too busy for that. I did hire someone to keep an eye on you." He frowned at her. "You changed your hair. Is it because he likes it that way?"

Olivia smirked. She had cut her hair at her shoulders and gotten bangs so long ago that she couldn't believe he'd just now noticed it. "My hair's been different for two months and you're just now noticing it."

"Well you never wear it sexy and wild for me like you do for him."

Olivia sighed and went back to looking through the pictures. There were shots of her and Fitz on the beach, laughing as they in the sand, and a few more of him teaching her to surf. And ones of them having lunch at the little French bistro downtown, the restaurant that had become their place, the place where they'd had their first date.

Olivia smoothed the full skirt of her strapless floral Dolce and Gabanna dress. She hoped she wasn't too overdressed. She hadn't been able to pick anything to wear so she went shopping. The dress had jumped out at her and she decided it was perfect for a lunch date. She walked into the restaurant and looked around, expecting Fitz to be late. Edison was always late, as if he lived permanently 20 minutes behind. She was surprised when Fitz stood and waved, making her the late one. She smiled at him as she walked over and stopped in front of him.

"I'm not sure how we're supposed to greet each other," she confessed. There wasn't really any protocol for greeting a date you weren't supposed to be dating.

Fitz smiled, reaching out and pulling her into his arms. "This feels right."

She was ashamed of how right it felt to be in his arms, and the naked feeling of her left ring finger from taking off her rings in the car before she entered the tiny bistro where she was confident no one would recognize her. Fitz let her go and stepped back to pull her chair out. "I ordered mimosas and crepes. I hope you don't mind. It just seemed like the kind of thing a girl like you would eat."

"A girl like me?" She cocked an eyebrow at him as she took her seat. He pushed her chair in and sat opposite her.

"You know, fancy. High-class. A princess."

"A princess? I'm 26. I'm a little old to be a princess."

He smiled, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. "You'll always be a princess with me."

Olivia hated herself for blushing so hot at his sweetness.

xxxxx

"Do you listen to anything besides rap?" she asked as she scrolled through the music on his phone.

"A little classic rock, some jazz occasionally, but rap is my favorite."

She opened his Spotify app and logged out of his account and into her own. "Whenever you get a chance, listen to this playlist."

He took his phone back and looked at the playlist. "Who's Sam Smith?"

"He's a singer. He's ah-mazing. I kind of happened upon his music and I'm obsessed."

He nodded, interested in anything that made her smile that way. He held his hand out for her phone then opened her Spotify app when she handed it to him. He logged out of her account and into his own then handed it to her. "Listen to everything."

She smirked as she looked through the rappers listed. "Everything?"

"Yeah. Take your pick. It's all good."

"After you listen to Sam's album, you have to tell me what you think."

"So you want to see me again?" His eyes were painfully hopeful. Olivia had expected the date to be awkward, or to feel so guilty that she broke things off before they got started. But he was an absolute delight, so interesting and funny and sexy that she couldn't not see him again.

She touched her neck nervously. "I... I've never done this before. I love my husband. But I feel this crazy connection to you and I don't know what to do about it."

"So we'll take things slow. As slow as you need." He reached across the table and took her small hesitant hand. "I don't have a problem with you being married, Liv. I just like you. We'll do as much or as little as you want."

Olivia knew what she wanted not was wrong but she felt like she couldn't help herself. "I think it would be nice to see each other again."

Fitz couldn't stop the wide, eager grin from spreading across his face. "I hope this means you'll let me take you on a real date. At night. Someplace nice. When I'm not dressed like a grease monkey."

"I think you like nice." He could have been wearing rags and still looked incredible. He was just that handsome.

"Well I wanted to look nicer but a suit doesn't really work on my bike."

Olivia smirked. Of course he was a biker. God had to punish her just a little more. "Your bike?"

"Yeah. The black Ducati out front," Fitz answered with a proud smile. Women loved his bike. If he hadn't been so handsome, the bike would have served just as well as his face for picking up girls.

"I didn't see it." Olivia hadn't seen much of anything as she wandered into the restaurant, too focused on the moral conundrum of being excited about a date she shouldn't have made in the first place.

Fitz signaled for the check, eager to show her his baby. Olivia reached for her clutch and Fitz frowned at her. "You're not paying."

"I can at least pay for my lunch," she replied.

"I'm not sure how long it's been since you went on a date but a gentleman never lets a lady pay. Now put your money away please." He was smiling but it clearly wasn't a request.

Olivia smirked at him. She didn't want to admit that his macho attitude was cute. She put her debit card back in her clutch and raised her hands in surrender. Fitz placed his American Express card inside the black folder holding their bill. She asked, "Can I at least leave the tip?"

"No ma'am you can't." Olivia smirked at him as he placed a twenty dollar bill on the table then stood. He quickly rounded the table and pulled her chair out. She smiled at his offered hand and took it as she stood.

"Are you always like this?" she asked as they made their way out of the restaurant, his hand on her lower back.

"My mother would kill me if I was anything less." Olivia had never been one to obsess over chivalrous gestures-especially as they weren't Edison's forte-but there was something incredibly refreshing about a man who was a consummate gentleman. Outside, on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant, sat his gigantic motorcycle. It was spotless and shiny like he waxed it every day. She looked back at him. "Did you name it?"

"Not yet. I just got her last month and I'm still mourning my last bike Billie."

"What happened to her?"

"Some asshole in a Prius clipped me on a back road. Thank God it wasn't a real car or I might have actually been hurt."

Olivia laughed as he walked her to her car. "I'll call you tonight if I can."

"Okay." A knot formed in his stomach when he thought of her at home with her husband. He had told her he didn't care that she was married but he was jealous. He kissed the corner of her mouth, dangerously close to her lips, holding her waist for the briefest moment. He tried not to frown as he stepped back so she could get into her car. He gave her the best smile he could muster then turned to go back to his bike.

In her car, Olivia waited until he was out of sight before leaving her forehead against the steering wheel. She missed him already. She knew she was in trouble, but she couldn't do anything about it. The smart thing to do would be to cut things off before she got really involved, but that was impossible.

There was one of them kissing outside the restaurant. Fitz's hands pushed her hair back from her face. His leather jacket was draped over her shoulders because the restaurant had been too chilly for her polka dotted sundress. And pictures of her in her pajamas, taken during Edison's last business trip, dancing in Fitz's living room. She had been playing a Prince record, a real vinyl record, and a lot of wine had gotten her dancing. Love for her had gotten Fitz dancing too.

"I can't believe you have this! I love this record!" Fitz smiled as he watched Olivia stare at Prince's Parade album.

"That's one of my favorites, but I haven't listened to Prince in years."

Olivia got to her feet, swaying slightly thanks to the bottle of wine she'd consumed by herself, and took the record to the record player in the corner of his living room. She turned on the record player then put the record on, skipping around until she found "Kiss." Fitz smiled at her as she began swaying her hips. She turned to him, her arms lifted above her head. "Aren't you gonna dance with me?"

He shook his head, still smiling. "I think I'll sit this dace out if it's okay with you."

"That's fine. I have no problem dancing on my own." Fitz laughed as she danced around in front of the couch on which he sat. She was gorgeously unkempt, her hair wavy from her shower. She had pinned her bangs back with a bobby pin, and that coupled with her tight powder pink fair isle patterned Victoria's Secret pajamas made her look much younger than her 26 years. She stopped in the middle of the song and gave him a sad face, poking out her bottom lip. "Come on. Dance with me."

Fitz finally got up and joined her in dancing around his living room. He caught her waist and pulled her to him. He kissed her cheek. "Man do I love you."

"Madly," she replied, smiling at him.

He nodded. "Madly."

She gasped at the next few pictures. They were of her and Fitz in his bed. Her hair was a wild mass of curls from air drying after a swim in his pool and his was disheveled from her hands. One picture captured him staring up at her from the apex of her thighs. Another had her on top, her hands splayed on the headboard. In another, he clutched a fistful of her hair, pulling her face down to his as she straddled him. She looked up at Edison. His expression was unreadable. "Were you with him last night?"

There was no need to lie. She'd apparently already been caught red-handed. "Yes."

Edison picked up a picture in which she and Fitz stood before a cupcake truck. She was offering him a dollop of frosting on her index finger, smiling as she said something to him. "You even smile differently with him."

"I never meant to hurt you."

"So you were planning to sneak around with someone else for the rest of your life, until he did something crazy like show up here? Or I caught you in the act?"

"I-"

"How long has this been going on?"

"Since the night we went to that club. He's the guy I danced with."

"That was almost a year ago, Olivia." She only nodded. He frowned. "Has he been here?"

She shook her head. "We always went to his place. Or hotels."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you cheat on me? What could I have possibly done to deserve it?"

She forced back the tears that were burning the back of her eyes. "You didn't do anything. And I guess that was the problem. You're always so lukewarm with me. But with him, it's... I never expected to be in love with someone besides you. I certainly never expected Fitz."

She shook her head uncomprehendingly. "I feel like I've been caught up in a whirlwind. He makes me feel reckless… I lose track of who I am…of who I'm supposed to be. When he looks at me… He has these eyes that see everything. I never knew that having a man look at you could make you feel so incredible. When I'm with him I feel like the most powerful woman in the world and when he touches me… When he touches me…"

She couldn't find the words to voice the intensity of her feelings. She wasn't sure that they existed.

Edison blinked at her. "So you want me and him? Is that what you're saying because I—"

"I want a divorce. We can split the joint account down the middle. This is your house and I won't fight you for it. I just want my furniture from my apartment."

Again he blinked at her. "I was going to say that we could work something out so you could keep him. I don't want to lose you Liv, but you apparently have other ideas."

"Why would you want to share me?" She didn't understand. "Don't you want someone who loves you exclusively? Don't you want painful, inconvenient, life-changing, can't-eat, can't-sleep, can't-think-straight love? That's what I want. That's what I've found, Edison. You should go find it too."

He didn't reply, just got up from the table. She heard him climbing the stairs then a door shutting. A long moment later, her phone buzzed. It was a text from Edison. "Get out," was all it read. She smirked then went upstairs. She found his office door shut and could hear the murmur of the television. "I'm going to get some clothes before I go. I'll come back one day next week while you're in New York and get the rest of my things."

"My attorney's going to messenger the papers to your apartment when they're drawn up. I'm sure you'll be at his place but that's where they'll be."

"Okay." She was about to move away from the door when he called her name. "Yeah?"

"You don't have to leave."

Tears pricked her eyes. "Yes I do."

XXXXX

Olivia adjusted her three Louis Vuitton duffel bags as she climbed the steps to Fitz's front door. He opened it immediately, pulling her into a hug. "What took you so long?"

She pressed the envelope to his stomach and he let her go to take it. "What's this?"

"He had me followed. For a while, apparently," she replied as he stepped back to let her inside. She wore a loose black sleeveless crop top that revealed the most tantalizing sliver of her stomach and loose crème harem pants with black jogging-pants stripes down the sides with black pumps. Fitz knew she was upset but he was still struck by how gorgeous she looked as she set her bags down. "He wants to stay married, and for me to keep seeing you if that's what I want."

"That's crazy." Fitz wasn't sure what to make of her flat delivery as she walked to the kitchen with him closely behind her.

"He's crazy." She went to the refrigerator and pulled out the leftover pizza from the night before. She heated a few slices and leaned against the counter, watching as Fitz sat at the table and opened the envelope. He pulled out the pictures and looked through them.

He looked up at her with a smile. "It's really creepy that he had us followed, but these are really good pictures. Look how cute you are."

He held up a picture of her dancing, her head thrown and her arms raised above her head. Olivia smirked at him. "You're crazy too."

"I say we keep them and frame them. I mean, how often do you get shots this beautiful but un-staged?" He spread them out on the table, looking at each of them with a much different spirit than she had.

"I suppose we could, so long as we don't ever tell anyone where they came from." She finished one slice of pizza then started on the other.

He put the pictures down then walked to stand in front of her. He held her face delicately. "Are you okay? Like really okay?"

She sighed and leaned against him. "I'm okay. But I feel like I shouldn't be okay. I left my husband. I cheated on my husband then left him. And I'm okay that my marriage is over. Why am I okay?"

"Because the best is yet to come baby." He kissed her lips. "There's gonna be some rough days, but everything will be okay. And I promise to make you waffles any time anything isn't okay."

Olivia wrapped her arms around him and kissed his chest. "I love you."

"Madly?"

"Madly."

A/N: The song Fitz sings while he and Liv are onstage is "Work Song" by Hozier, which I happen to be obsessed with. The whole album is great and I'm probably gonna feature his songs in some upcoming one shots. Don't forget to review! XOXO