To address another uncertainty someone had over the last chapter, and it seems probably a majority of this story;
Fitz drives Olivia around a lot, merely because he likes to do it, he likes to pick her up. But she also lives on campus, where he tends to be most of the time, and he lives further off campus, which is not as convenient. She does have her own car, which obviously she uses and will continue to use, but when they are together, he tends to drive. This does make it riskier around campus, absolutely. But there are many things they do that are risky, and given the nature of their relationship, there will always be things that are risky for them. Things such as parking in the back part of the parking lot to avoid being noticed and hiding in their secret spot ("behind those damn bushes"-Liv) are all just parts of the story, and their relationship. It is Forbidden, after all.
Of course they enjoy spending time at his apartment where they are much more free to do as they please without being noticed, but they can't just sit in his apartment all the time. They are already a bit confined to the New Haven area as is, since they live, go to school, and work there, which is why they have a date night every week where they can get away from that. And even trivia night at Oak Haven provides a bit of an escape for them. But simply going to his apartment all the time would not be the most fun. I hope that helps a bit.
Anyway, on with NYC!
The drive to New York City took almost two and a half hours, which wasn't bad at all. The drive was filled with singing, hand-holding, and stealing kisses at the very occasional red light.
When they stopped for gas a little over an hour into the drive, they even picked up some snacks. All courtesy of Olivia, of course, since she didn't even want to know how much he had spent already for this little getaway. Despite being naturally broke as a college kid, it was the least she could do to pay for some damn road trip snacks. She was not going to let him get away for paying for everything. She really didn't like that, no matter how well-off he clearly was. And he seemed to understand that.
And now, finally, they were pulling up to the Novotel, having the valets park his car for the weekend. They had decided it would just be a lot easier if they took cabs all weekend, since driving in New York City was rumored to be crazy, and they both were unfamiliar with the city.
"Thank you," Fitz said, handing the valet the keys. "Of course, sir" he replied, handing Fitz his ticket to have it retrieved on Sunday. The hotel was absolutely beautiful. Olivia was sure she had never been in a hotel so nice before. She could feel Fitz's gaze on her as she admired the place, undoubtedly happy that he had gotten this reaction out of her.
After they checked in, they brought their bags up to their room and were both very impressed with that as well. It was absolutely huge, with a king-sized bed near the tall windows that spanned one wall. There was a sofa and a chair in the opposite corner near the bathroom, and a TV mounted directly across from the bed. The view out of the window of Times Square was absolutely breathtaking.
"Oh, Fitz" she breathed, setting her bag down on the bed to go look. "You like it?" he asked hopefully, coming to stand by her side. "It's beautiful," she said. "Very beautiful," he nodded, although he wasn't looking out the window. He was looking at her. She turned to look at him and immediately closed the space between them, pressing her lips to his.
"I still can't believe you did this," she said after pulling away. "Well let's go adventure, then maybe you'll believe it," he said with a smile. "Adventure?" she asked, jumping up and down slightly in his arms. "Adventure!" he replied, kissing her nose. "Oh my god, okay!" she said, going to change into some better shoes. She heard him chuckle at her excitement.
"We'll walk around for a little while and then come back to change so we can have dinner somewhere. How's that sound?" he asked. "Awesome," she said. "Will you get recognized here?" she asked curiously. "As governor?" he asked back. She nodded. "As a one-term Californian governor that was elected almost ten years ago and then dropped off the face of the earth? No. I barely get recognized in California anymore" he chuckled.
"Plus, I look like the average white guy, and this is New York City. I'm sure I look the same as about a thousand other men here" he added. "What? No way, absolutely not" she said, shaking her head. "To which part?" he asked with a laugh. "The average white guy part!" she exclaimed. "Liv, come on. No need to flatter me" he chuckled. "What the hell, Fitz, I am not flattering you. You aren't average in a single way, looks included" she said. "You are white, though" she added. "Indeed," he nodded.
"You seriously think you look like every other white guy? With that hair? And those eyes? And that body? And...okay, wow, I got side-tracked. See! You are literally the hottest thing I have ever seen, you know this" she said with a laugh. He was just laughing. "Okay, maybe I do want you to flatter me, that was fun" he teased. She rolled her eyes and laughed, grabbing his hand. "Come on. Let's go before I keep listing hot things about you."
They walked outside and looked around Times Square. It was buzzing with activity, and it was just after four. So she wondered how it would look later at night, especially given that it was a weekend.
Thankfully, it wasn't too cold at all this weekend, around forty-five degrees, which was pretty good for mid-February. Their light coats were enough, they didn't wear their hats or gloves.
He immediately grabbed her hand as they started walking, which made her heart flutter. She had started to get used to this feeling on their date nights, when they'd go to dinner far away from New Haven. Where they could hold hands and show affection. Where they could be a real couple. But somehow, here in New York City, it felt even better.
"Have anywhere in mind that you want to go?" he asked. "Honestly, I have no idea where anything is. So we can just walk" she shrugged. "Sounds good to me" he smiled. They walked hand in hand down the streets of New York City, looking at all of the beautiful buildings. Looking at all of the commotion. Looking at each other.
They ventured out pretty far, trying to find restaurants they could go to later that night. They neared Madison Square Garden, where it looked like there would be a game going on fairly soon. "Ah, the Rangers play tonight," Fitz said happily. "Oh, that's the hockey team!" she exclaimed. They were one of the few hockey teams she actually remembered.
He turned to her with a smile. "It is! It looks like they play the Senators tonight" he noted. "The Senators?" she asked. "Mhm. From Ottawa. See, over there. That fan's wearing an Erik Karlsson jersey. That red and black one. He's their captain. Probably the best defenseman in the league, along with Brent Burns" he explained.
"You're so cute when you go all hockey on me" she smiled. "You think so?" he chuckled. "I do" she nodded. "Well thank you," he said, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
They walked around a little more, and decided after seeing Hard Rock Cafe that that's where they would go for dinner later. It looked very fun, and she had never been to a Hard Rock Cafe before. He insisted it was definitely somewhere she needed to go.
As they were walking back to their hotel, they came across New Amsterdam Theatre, which really intrigued Olivia. She pulled him along with her to go look at what was playing, and she about started crying when she saw the Now Playing poster. "Phantom of the Opera" she exclaimed, looking at the big, beautiful lights surrounding the theater.
"I love Phantom of the Opera" Fitz said. She turned to him in awe. "You do!?" she exclaimed. He nodded. "Of course, it's one of my favorites. I've seen quite a few shows, and this one ranks near the top of my list" he said casually.
"Are you serious?" she asked. "Mhm. My mom always liked to take me to the theaters that hosted Broadway shows in Los Angeles when I was little. She said that the arts were as important as anything else, and it was good for me to surround myself with a variety of things. And so I did. I really grew to love the theater, actually, which my dad wasn't a fan of. But I didn't care" he said. She couldn't stop smiling at him. Was there anything wrong with this man?
"What?" he asked as she stared. "I just can't get over the fact that you like theater. I didn't know that about you" she giggled. His cheeks turned slightly red. "I do" he nodded. "That's amazing. Also explains why you actually have a great voice" she pointed out. "You always say that" he blushed. "Because it's true! I've heard you sing countless times. You're good" she smiled. "Well thank you. You are too, actually" he nodded. "Thanks!" she replied happily.
She glanced at the poster again, admiring it once more. "So this is your absolute favorite musical?" he asked. She nodded. "I'll keep that in mind," he said. She turned to him with a smile, before they headed back to their hotel to get ready for dinner, breaking out some of the alcohol in their fridge as they did so.
They both dressed up pretty nicely. He wore a casual suit, which almost had Olivia drooling. Literally.
She wore an elegant black dress with heels to match. She wore her hair in loose curls, and did her makeup a little bolder than she was used to. They were going out in New York City, after all, she wanted to dress the part.
It felt nice, getting ready to go out with him. Sharing the bedroom and the bathroom, stealing glances at each other while the other wasn't looking. She imagined this is what it would be like to live with him, and she had to admit, it felt good.
When she completely finished getting ready, she had that man staring so hard. Mission accomplished, she thought. "What do you think?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips to show off the slim fitted dress. He just stared. "Woah" he breathed. "Woah, yourself," she said back, admiring his gorgeous body in that suit.
He walked towards her, continuing to slowly eye her up and down. He pulled her closer to him in one motion, his hands starting to wander. And she let them wander. She could feel their warmth through her dress as they traveled down her body.
"Mmm. I like this dress" he said, returning his hands to her hips. "So I should wear it more often?" she asked. He nodded eagerly. She giggled and leaned in to kiss him. "Wanna get going?" he asked. "Absolutely" she replied. They headed down to the lobby, seeing the occasional person carrying a towel back from the pool area. "We're trying out the hot tub tonight," he said quietly to her. "Yes, please" she smirked.
They took a cab over to Hard Rock, just because it was a little cooler outside now and he didn't want her to be cold in her dress covered by only a coat. It was a short little drive, and Fitz handed the driver some cash when they reached the entrance. "Thanks, man" he nodded. The driver nodded back to him in appreciation. He extended a hand out to Olivia, helping her out of the cab.
The restaurant was insanely busy, so it would be about an hour wait, they were told. Which was fine, because they were content to sit at the bar while they waited for their table.
Fitz took off her coat for her, and draped it on the back of her chair before they sat down. "Can I get two virgin margaritas, please?" he asked the bartender. Olivia smiled. "Oh my god, Fitz. You did not have to do that" she said. He turned and looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked. "You can have a real drink. We're in New York City for god's sake!" she replied.
He just shook his head. "We had one before we came, and I'm only drinking when you can drink with me," he said. She looked at him and smiled. "That's very sweet of you" she smiled.
He pecked her lips a few times and then cocked his head to the side, giving her that Fitz smile. "I like this," he said. "You like what?" she asked. "Just...everything. Being here. Going out with you. Kissing you in front of everyone else" he explained. "Showing me off a little?" she teased. "Hell yeah," he nodded. "I like showing you off too. You're a sexy thing to look at, you know" she said, grazing his arm. "Mm look who's talking" he replied. That feeling never got old, flirting openly. It was amazing, virgin margaritas and all.
They chatted at the bar with each other, and even a few couples around them that came and went as they continued to wait for their name to be called. "So how long have you two been together?" a woman that had introduced herself as Margaret, asked them. She was with her husband; they both seemed to be in their fifties or so. She turned to look at Fitz out of habit, because she wasn't sure what to say. Officially, only about a month, she thought. But they had been involved for a lot longer, it seemed. Fitz seemed to agree, because he replied, "A few months."
"Ahh, so you two are kind of in that honeymoon phase, huh?" Margaret asked, smiling at her husband next to her, who had introduced himself as Keith. "I suppose you could say that" Fitz chuckled, wrapping his arm tightly around Olivia. "We remember those days. Great days. Try not to lose that" Keith said, giving his wife a kiss on the cheek. "Of course we won't" Olivia smiled, giving Fitz a kiss. His cheeks blushed red in response as he smiled at her.
"You two are just the cutest little things, ugh, so adorable! Young love in the making," Margaret said. Olivia could feel her cheeks begin to turn red now. "Oh, we better get going, honey. We should be getting seated any minute" Keith informed his wife. "Ahh, okay. Well, it was very nice to meet you two" Margaret said, extending her hand to them. They all shook hands and bid each other goodbye, which left Olivia and Fitz to themselves yet again.
"The honeymoon phase!" Fitz chuckled, kissing her cheek. "I forgot that was even a thing" Olivia giggled. "Yeah, so did I. She thought we were cute, though," he said happily. Olivia raised her eyebrows at him. "Uh, duh. We are cute" she said as if it were obvious. "Duh," he smiled.
"I'm gonna run to the restroom real quick, alright? You'll be okay?" he asked. She smiled. "Yes, Fitz, I'll be okay" she assured him. "Okay," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
She looked around at the packed building for a few minutes. She really liked it. They played old school rock and roll music nonstop, which she could've predicted before she even stepped foot inside, given its name. There were signed instruments and pictures covering every wall of the place in both the restaurant and the attached bar. She made a note to come back to this place if she ever returned to New York City in her life.
She was jolted out of her thoughts at a man's voice. "Hey, honey." She turned her attention to the man getting into the seat next to her, clearly ignoring Fitz's drink right in front of him. "Um, do I know you?" she asked. "No, but how about we change that huh?" he asked.
"Sorry, I'm not interested, I'm actually here with someone" she replied, uninterested. "Oh, come on. Let me buy you another drink" he offered, ignoring what she said. "I don't think so" Fitz's voice chimed in. The man looked up at Fitz, but didn't move. "Can I help you?" he asked Fitz. "My seat. You're in it" Fitz said. Olivia raised her eyebrows and hid a smile. Annoyed Fitz seemed to be making an appearance.
"Oh, this is your seat?" he asked innocently. "That is, indeed, my seat. And that's my girlfriend" Fitz replied, gesturing for him to move. The man put his hands up in defense, and started to get up. "Thanks for the chat, honey," he said, smiling at her. She just glared back at him. "Away," Fitz said, shooing him off.
The man left, after shooting some looks at Fitz. "Are you okay?" he asked immediately, putting his hand on her arm. "Yes, Fitz, I'm okay" she assured him. "Are you sure?" He asked concernedly. "Sweetie, I'm fine. It happens," she said with a laugh.
"Okay, okay. I'm just making sure" he replied. "I know. You're very sweet. My sweetie" she said, giving him a kiss. "Mmm, thank you. You want to go? It's almost been an hour, we should be seated soon" he said, looking down at his watch. "Yes!" she said.
"Good. Now I can also get you away from all the single men that think they actually have a chance" he chuckled. She smiled. "Looks like you'll just have to be more affectionate with me in public" she shrugged with a laugh. "Olivia, be careful what you wish for. I will take you right here on this bar-top" he said, not at all quietly. She had to put a hand over her lips to keep from spitting out her drink. "Fitz, oh my god" she whispered, still giggling. He just smiled and winked at her. Naughty.
They finished the last bit of their drinks and headed over to the restaurant entryway, where they were seated shortly after.
Their dinner was wonderful, as was the dinner on all the other dates they had gone on. But this one was different. This one was special. And in New York City and everything! She was still having a hard time grasping that. He had given her an amazing Valentine's Day weekend already.
After their dinner, they took a cab back to the hotel. By then, it was around nine o'clock. The hotel was pretty lively, which was fun. There were people everywhere in the lobby, most dressed pretty nicely as if they had all gone out too.
When they reached their room, they changed and got ready to go down to the pool area, like they had talked about before. She wore a peach-colored bikini, which Fitz seemed to quite enjoy. She put on some comfy clothes over her suit and looked him over. He was wearing black board shorts that had a white horizontal stripe, and a blue V-neck T-shirt with some sandals. Hot. "You ready?" he asked. She nodded happily.
The hot tub was amazing. Unlike the lobby, there weren't many people in it, or the pool. Only a few other couples, that slowly diminished as time went on. Eventually, it was just them and one other couple, who were keeping to themselves in the corner, being a little handsy with each other. But Olivia and Fitz didn't pay attention to them, they only paid attention to each other.
"This is so nice," he said, leaning his head back against the edge of the hot tub. "It is" she breathed, resting her hand on his thigh. He tightened his grip around her waist under the water, pulling her impossibly closer to him until she was just about sitting on his lap.
He turned towards her and leaned in, waiting for her to close the distance between them. She pressed her lips to his, feeling their warmth. She expected it was going to be a quick peck, but he pulled her top lip into his mouth right away, and it quickly turned into a makeout session in the hot tub.
She struggled to keep her hands to herself under the water, when all she really wanted to do was slide her hand inside those board shorts of his. She opened her eyes as Fitz moved to her neck and looked over at the corner, only to realize that the couple was no longer there. Either they left to go be alone elsewhere, or they got sick of the little show Olivia and Fitz had begun to put on for them. Olivia didn't really care which it was at the moment, because she was too caught up in what Fitz was doing to her.
He pulled her into his lap and moved his hands further down her body while his lips returned to hers. His tongue was playing with hers, making it harder and harder to stop what they were doing. He ran his fingers over her bathing suit, kissing her slowly.
His hands were becoming more restless by the minute, as were hers. He was clenching his hands into fists against her body, trying to keep himself from starting something he probably couldn't finish in a public space. Anyone could walk into the pool area at any second, so she didn't want to risk it either. "Take me back to our room" she whispered. He pulled back from her and nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
They were upstairs in a flash, the clothes coming off so fast. And then came the swimsuits. Their bodies were warm and still a bit damp from the hot tub, despite drying off, but the only thing on their minds was expressing what they felt.
It didn't take them long to get to the bed, him on top of her, setting a slow and gentle pace. It was the perfect end to the perfect first day in New York City. The perfect end to what was beginning to be the best Valentine's Day she had ever celebrated.
She woke up the next day to the sounds of the city. She started to panic when she didn't feel his warm arm draped around her back. She quickly turned her head, only to see a showered and dressed Fitz on his iPad on the chair. He smiled at her. "Good morning, beautiful. How'd you sleep?" he asked. "Pretty good actually. What time is it?" she asked curiously. "Ten. You're a sleepyhead" he chuckled. She smiled. "You wore me out last night," she said.
He raised his eyes from his iPad. She didn't even need to see his mouth to know he was smiling, those eyes said it all. "Woah. That came out...dirty" she said with a laugh. "It certainly did. And that's how I'm taking it. So...you're welcome" he replied happily. She smiled and rolled her eyes at him.
"What are you doing over there, anyway?" she asked. "Oh, just looking at some restaurants we could go to today. Getting a jumpstart since my cute girlfriend's too tired after all the dirty things I did to her last night" he said casually, not even looking up from his iPad now. She scoffed. "You think so, huh?" she asked, getting up from the bed. That drew his attention. "Oh, I know so. I heard you last night" he said.
"Oh, shut up, you did not!" she giggled, going over to him. He put his iPad down and wrapped his arms around her little body covered in his T-shirt that she had worn to bed. "Oh, Fitz. Oh god, yes, Fitz!" he mimicked in his best Olivia voice. "You, shush!" she exclaimed, punching his chest.
He laughed and leaned in close to her, rubbing his nose against hers before placing a soft kiss there. "We can go wherever we want today. But we have to be back and ready to be somewhere at six-thirty, okay?" he asked.
"Oh do we have reservations somewhere for dinner?" she asked. He paused. "Uhh...yeah. Mhm," he nodded. "Oh, where? A place you were looking at earlier?" she asked, gesturing to his iPad. "Yeah...but I'm not telling you where, it's a surprise" he explained. She smiled. "Oh okay! I'll go shower quick so we can get as much adventuring in as we can!" she smiled. "Sounds good" he replied, kissing her once more.
After she got ready for the day, they went out and adventured around the city, taking as many pictures as they possibly could. She assured him they would be making a photo album of their first trip together, which he happily agreed they should do.
She sent a few pictures to Abby, including one where they shared a kiss in the crown of the Statue of Liberty, which she thought Abby would thoroughly enjoy. She also sent a few more of the other places they went. Which, besides the Statue of Liberty, included Central Park, the Museum of Modern Art, the Empire State Building, and a little cafe they ate at for lunch.
They were blessed with another beautiful winter day, the temperature nearing fifty degrees, and the sun shining down on them. Everything was absolutely perfect. And as they stood and admired the big screens of Times Square just outside their hotel after a packed day, she directed her gaze at the man next to her. His curly hair blowing in the wind. That smile lighting up his face. Those blue eyes, shining so bright. Everything he was, everything he did, was perfect to her. He was perfect.
She stood at the sink, putting on a little more makeup while he fixed his hair next to her. His shirt was still unbuttoned, his tie hanging around his neck untied. She felt his gaze on her as she finished touching up her eyeshadow, which went perfectly with the dress she was now wearing.
When she turned to him, he just looked at her intently. "What?" she asked. "You don't need that, you know," he said quietly. "My makeup?" she asked. He nodded. "Well nobody needs it, I guess. It just...makes me feel prettier," she shrugged, not really sure how else to explain it.
"You are beautiful. With, or without makeup" he said with a smile. "Well thank you, that's very sweet of you," she said with a smile back. "It's just a fact, Livvie," he said, starting to button his shirt. "A fact, huh?" she giggled. He nodded. "Uh-huh. Just look it up on google. It will say, right there. Olivia Pope equals beautiful, always" he said, flipping up his collar. She couldn't help but laugh at that. "Oh, well it must be true if it's on google" she teased. He smiled as he began tying his tie.
Her phone buzzed next to her, revealing a message from her mom, asking how her weekend was going. "Everything okay?" he asked. "Yeah, yeah. It's just my mom" she replied, as she sent a text back to her mother. "Is it okay that...they don't know you're here?" he asked.
"Well...it's probably not the greatest idea to keep it from them. But I didn't know how to lie my way through it" she admitted. He looked down. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't really think about that when I was planning. I know they're protective of you" he said apologetically.
"Oh, Fitz, god no. Don't worry about it. They can be as protective as they want, but I'm not a child anymore. I can make my own decisions" she said. "No, Livvie, I know. I know that. But they are still your parents" he said. "They are. And one day, they'll know everything. Absolutely everything. Just...right now. I don't know. I'm afraid of what they'll say, or do, if they find out" she sighed.
"I understand, Liv, completely. I wasn't questioning you. I just feel bad that you have to keep something like this from them, is all" he replied. She nodded, understanding what he meant.
"Do you think...they'll like me? I mean, given everything..." he asked nervously. "Fitz. They will love you. Just like I do" she said with a smile. He nodded, but then cocked his head to the side. "Well...not just like you do" he replied. She laughed. "Okay, true. You know what I mean!" she said, hitting his arm.
He chuckled and pulled her close to him. "I know, I know. I just like messing with you" he smiled. "Mean" she said, although she couldn't help but smile. He kissed her nose. "You ready to go? We should probably leave soon" he said, checking his watch. "I'm very ready, just let me grab my purse," she replied.
They walked hand in hand out of the hotel, heading down the crowded sidewalks of New York. They decided to walk, since it still wasn't all that cold, and he told her it was only about a ten minute walk.
She was very excited as to where they were going for dinner, but wondered why he had decided to keep it a surprise. It must be some restaurant. They walked a similar path as they did yesterday on their little adventure, so she recognized some of the places they passed by.
She glanced at the New Amsterdam Theatre just ahead of them, looking so beautiful at night with all the lights lit up. It looked absolutely magnificent. And that's when he started to slow down.
He looked over at her and smiled. "Oh my god" she said. "We're not going to dinner, are we?" she asked. "No" he replied. "Oh my god!" she repeated. "I was hoping to get that reaction!" he smiled. "Are you serious? No way, Fitz. No way!" she exclaimed. "Yes, way!" he nodded. She wrapped her arms around him happily.
"I can't believe you did this. This is what you were doing this morning?" she asked. He nodded and smiled at her. "I got the best seats I could find on such short notice. I hope they're good" he replied. "Anything is perfect, Fitz. Thank you, thank you. I seriously can't believe you did this! We're going to see a Broadway show. At a real Broadway theater in New York City!" she exclaimed, jumping slightly in his arms.
"We are! So come on, the Angel of Music awaits" he said. She nodded eagerly and they headed inside. They scanned the tickets on his phone after waiting in line for a bit, and off they went, to find their seats in the New Amsterdam Theatre.
Their seats were in the fourth row of the Mezzanine, which was actually optimal for viewing the stage. And it put them at eye level with the famous Chandelier, that would eventually "crash" in a normally very dramatic, and loud, way.
Olivia had seen multiple versions of the movie, and had already seen the musical three times. However, she never seemed to be prepared for that loud sound of the piano, when the Overture began to blast around them. But it was wonderful. Everything about it was just wonderful.
She felt tears in her eyes at different points throughout the show as she listened to the beautiful music around them, singing along to the songs in her head. Fitz's eyes never left the stage. She would occasionally sneak a glance over at him, to see him focusing so intently on what was happening on stage, whether dialogue or singing, which she found adorable. He really did like theater.
It went by much too fast for her liking, because before she knew it, the cast was bowing in front of them as the audience gave them a well-deserved standing ovation. And then the curtains closed, ending their night out at the theater.
"So what's your favorite song from the soundtrack?" she asked as they walked. "Hmm...well, it's hard to beat the Overture. I like the piano. But other than that, I like 'Masquerade'" he smiled. "Oh I love 'Masquerade'! I think 'The Music of the Night' is my favorite, though. I liked this Phantom's voice better than any of the other's I've heard" she said happily.
"Really? Good, I'm glad" he replied. "Yes, thank you again. I can't say it enough" she said, kissing his cheek. "You are very welcome, Livvie. I'm glad you liked it, that was really fun" he smiled. "It was!" she nodded. "So now that it's almost eleven, do you want to actually get some dinner now?" he chuckled. "Sure. I could definitely eat" she said. "I figured. I'm pretty hungry too. Anywhere you want to go?" he asked.
She looked around as they continued walking back to the hotel, but nothing specific caught her eye. She was beginning to realize that she was not only hungry, but slightly exhausted from the long day they'd had. "How's room service on me sound?" she asked. He thought about it a bit. "You know what, that actually sounds awesome" he replied. "Good," she said with a smile.
They returned to their room and changed into some comfy clothes, before ordering burgers, fries, and chocolate lava cakes for dessert. They laid in bed and watched TV while they waited for their late night dinner to come. She lay on her back, propped up against his chest as he held her close. She found NBC sports as soon as they laid down, hoping to find something he'd like to watch. Luckily, there was a hockey game on, so she let him try and teach her the rules.
"Wait, so you can kick the puck everywhere else but you can't kick it in the net!?" she asked, taking a sip of whatever the hell Fitz had managed to mix for her with the alcohol in their mini-fridge. "Nope, that would be no goal, Livvie" he replied. "That's bogus" she replied. He just laughed. "You tell 'em, babe," he said, still laughing.
Her body tingled hearing him call her that. "Babe?" she asked. "Shit, uh...sorry. That just kind of...came out" he said nervously. "No, it's okay. I like it" she smiled. "Oh, okay. Well...sweet" he replied. She smiled to herself, knowing that if she could see his face right now it would probably be red.
"What the heck! Why'd that ref just karate chop his own arm?" she asked, suddenly. He burst into laughter again. "He's signaling slashing. See, watch the replay. The Nashville player slashed the stick right out of the Columbus player's hands" he pointed out. She saw what he was talking about, the guy's stick actually broke. "Woah! And he broke that guy's stick! He better buy him a new one" she said. She could feel him laughing, as his chest continued to rise and fall beneath her.
"What?" she asked. "Nothing. You are just so cute" he replied. "Their sticks break all the time. Sometimes players even break their own sticks because their slap shots are too strong" he explained. "That's crazy!" she exclaimed. "Mhm," he nodded, starting to play with her hair.
They continued watching the game, only stopping when she went to pay for the food that was brought to them with her card. "Thanks for dinner, Livvie," he said with a smile. "You're very welcome, handsome" he replied. They sat cross-legged on the bed across from each other as they ate their late dinner, which was amazing. As was the chocolate lava cake that they ordered.
By the time they had gotten ready for bed, they were exhausted. It had been a jam-packed day, and it was almost two in the morning when they finally crawled underneath the covers together. "I don't want to go back. I wish we could just stay here" she whispered into their dark room. He pulled her closer from behind. "Me too" he whispered back. But, as fun as staying there sounded, they both had lives to get back to the next day.
She turned around in his arms and planted a kiss on his lips, then moved to his neck. He seemed surprised, but lifted up his head a bit further for her to continue. Her hands slowly traveled further down his bare chest, and into his boxers. "Livvie" he whispered. "Hmm?" she replied. "It's two in the morning," he said, with a little laugh.
"It is two in the morning" she nodded. But she pulled away to look at him, thinking maybe he wasn't into it after such a long day. "You want to?" he asked. She nodded shyly. He smiled and sat up, bringing her into his lap. "Mmm, as you wish." His lips trailed down her neck, before he quickly took off the T-shirt of his that she was wearing to bed, leaving her in just her underwear.
He pulled away and looked down, using both hands to slide her underwear down her legs further. She pulled back from him so she could take them all the way off while he did the same, and then straddled him once more.
She grinded against him a little first, which she couldn't take much of before she just wanted to give in. She had never been the greatest at foreplay, while he, on the other hand, seemed very good at it and took matters into his own hands most times. But right now he seemed just as eager as her.
He helped her onto him slowly, not moving at first so that she could get used to him a bit. She moaned at the feeling of him, and fought the urge to bite down on his shoulder. "You okay?" he whispered. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good," she nodded, starting to move her hips. A small groan came out of his mouth as she began to set the pace, his hands holding tighter to her little body. "Jesus Christ" he breathed. "What?" she asked. "Just...oh, god, just keep going," he whispered. "As...you wish," she breathed.
He moved his hands down her back further and helped her, pulling her as close as he could with each thrust. She returned to his mouth as their pace quickened, their tongues dancing together.
He felt so good. He always felt so good. And she couldn't help but smile when they both let go and she heard her name come out of his mouth multiple times, as well as a few profanities. She could tease him later for that, as he had done to her.
They collapsed on the bed after cleaning themselves up, still trying to slow down their breathing. She lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling as he laid his head on her chest. Her fingers played around in his already messed up hair, and she just listened to the peaceful sound of his breathing. "Your heart" he whispered. "Hmm?" she replied. He snuggled closer to her, his head remaining directly above her heart and his hands holding on tightly to her waist. "It's beating so fast" he whispered. "I wonder why" she giggled quietly. "I have no idea" he teased.
They laid there for awhile, barely keeping their eyes open. "It's slower now" he whispered sleepily. "Mm, good" she replied. "I like this sound," he said. She laughed quietly. "You do, huh?" she asked. "Mhm. It's your little heart in there" he said, tickling her sides gently. She giggled. "You mean the one that you stole?" she asked. He was silent for a moment. "That was smooth, babe" he chuckled. She smiled. "Thanks, I tried" she shrugged. "You're a little heart-stealer too, you know" he whispered. "Oh yeah did I steal yours?" she asked happily. "You did. You know you did" he whispered back. She smiled, because she really did know that. "You have my heart, always" he whispered. "And you have mine."
They woke up the next day in the same position they fell asleep in, surprisingly. His arms still wrapped tightly around her, and his head on her chest.
After a little fooling around and quick showers, they got dressed and got ready to go get some brunch before they headed back to Connecticut.
Olivia looked to see if she had all of her souvenirs packed. Her brochure from the Museum of Modern Art, a keychain from the Statue of Liberty, and her Playbill from the Phantom of the Opera. She stowed all of it safely into her purse.
They were sad to be leaving their amazing hotel room, and the amazing city. It had been a fantastic weekend, one that neither of them would ever forget. It was certainly a Valentine's Day to remember.
Wow! Happy Valentine's Day, huh?
That was certainly a fun-filled weekend. I hope you liked it, extreme lengthiness, and all. I certainly had fun writing it.
Read on!
With Love,
~T