A/N: Olivia in this particular story is 33 and Fitz is 49. I accidentally made a typo in my previous chapter and I apologize for any confusion this caused. I appreciate all those who (kindly) brought it to my attention. Please remember I am not a professional writer. I write for fun (and free) out of my love for Olitz. I will continue to make mistakes...trust me:)
Lastly, I wanted to wish everyone a Happy New Year! Thank you for supporting this story and I sincerely thank you so much for reading Xo
Chapter 28: We Can Have It All
Fitz grew irritated with his Real Estate agent on the phone. After a few more suggestions were given, Fitz eventually ended the call and sat defeated in his parents kitchen unsure of what else to do. His agent sent him five homes that were move in ready for him to look over but nothing felt right. The architect in him found something wrong with every single home, leaving him more and more frustrated. His flight for New York left that night and he didn't what to show up empty handed. He was trying to decide what his next move should be when Gerald walked in.
His mother was out on errands that morning and Fitz took the opportunity to confide in his father. He shared with him his frustration and how he honestly thought he would've found something he was at least interested in looking at by now. He watched his father make himself a cup of coffee, his demeanor quiet. Eventually, he sat next to his son, looking over the houses spread out on top of the kitchen island.
"You're looking for the wrong thing, Son. You should be looking for land, not houses."
Fitz's eyes narrowed and looked his father over slowly. He found his words surprising but after a few minutes his suggestion made perfect sense.
"I know you, Fitz. You're not going to be happy with anything unless you design it yourself."
Fitz smiled and stood, heading directly towards the coffee maker. He poured himself a cup and turned to face Gerald, his back resting against the granite.
"A build will take a good six months, Dad, possibly more. I kinda didn't want to wait that long. I don't think Olivia does either."
Gerald remained quiet but didn't reply, simply sipping his coffee and looking over each picture again. Fitz watched him for a while and thought about his options. Maybe a build was the answer. The two men stood quiet for a long while when his phone buzzed. Fitz snapped out of his trance and reached into his pocket pulling his cell out. It was a text message from Olivia that read the following:
I left your information with the front desk so you'll have no problem coming up tonight. I should be home by midnight. See you soon. ILY
Fitz set his coffee cup down and replied.
I'm picking you up at the theater. I love you too.
Olivia didn't reply and Fitz put his cell back into his pocket, picking up his coffee once again. He eventually joined his father and opened his laptop, pulling up his agents email. His father remained quiet and until Fitz asked him a question.
"I would hand pick the crew, Dad. That means I'd be pulling some men off the rebuild in Manhattan." He was inadvertently asking for permission but wasn't exactly sure why. Gerald nodded his head and didn't hesitate with his response.
"Whatever you have to do, Son."
Fitz folded his hands and rested them against his lips wondering what Olivia would think about this idea. Without thinking he finally began to type, requesting information on land for sale. He decided to take everything given with him to New York and discuss all their options with Olivia this weekend.
He honesty wasn't sure how she would feel about building a home together...
Samantha greeted Olivia and the two women walked straight into Olivia's dressing room. She was still upset with her friend for talking to her mother and the silent treatment seemed to be a tactic she unfortunately inherited from Maya.
"How much longer are you going to not talk to me?" Samantha barked, obviously upset.
Olivia didn't answer, walking over to the partition in the corner of her room. Her tulips were beginning to wilt and she knew she would unfortunately need to have them thrown out. She quickly changed into her robe and the second she tried to come back out Samantha was in front blocking her in.
"All I told her was you left with Fitz. What else was I supposed to say? You know how she gets! I didn't want to lie."
Olivia rolled her eyes and side stepped her friend, walking directly past her.
"You know you're acting just like her."
Olivia froze at the comment and stared directly into the mirror, unable to hide from her reflection. And the truth.
"There's a reason she didn't know, Sam. Jesus, she comes to you because you're so intimidated by her."
Olivia now shared her own truth and although it was supposed to level the playing field she didn't feel any better saying it.
"Maybe so," Samantha relied. "But I won't ever say anything again. I see how upset this has made you and you're friendship means too much to me." Her voice was sincere and Olivia knew she truly wouldn't say anything again.
She was now sitting in her chair prepping herself for hair and make up when Samantha came behind her and affectionately wrapped her arms around her neck. She watched her reflection in the mirror for a moment before quickly avoided eye contact.
"I really am sorry, Liv. I had no idea you'd be so upset." Olivia eventually stopped fidgeting and looked at Samantha through the mirror.
"I may end up losing my own mother over this relationship."
"Does your Dad know?" Samantha asked, her arms still around Olivia.
"He might...but he didn't hear it from me. I've called him twice and both times it's gone straight to voicemail. I need to stop by his office. It's the only way I can make certain to have his undivided attention."
Olivia's demeanor softened and she finally made eye contact with her friend. Samantha kissed her cheek and finally let go, taking the empty seat beside her. It was rare for the two women to argue and deep down Olivia was glad this spout between them was over.
"When does Fitz arrive? You know I still haven't even met him."
"His flight lands at 8. I told him I'd meet him at my place but I think he's insisting on picking me up after the show. Maybe you'll meet him tonight." Samantha's face brightened and Olivia smiled. She loved how happy the news made her.
"How long has it been...three days?" Samantha asked.
"Three days too many," Olivia quickly replied.
She was now ready for the hair and make up team and began to collect a few of her items before leaving. Samantha stood and waited for her by to door not wasting any time to question her friend about their relationship.
"Give me details, Liv...I'll take anything. You know I'm living vicariously through you."
Olivia thought for a moment before she replied trying to decide what, if anything, she could share. It wasn't like her to kiss and tell but then again this was unlike anything she ever experienced and much to her own embarrassment, it felt good to have someone so interested.
"He's a very pleasing partner..."
She chose her words carefully and couldn't help but smile when speaking them aloud. Just thinking of waking up with his head in between her legs made everything inside ache with desire for him.
Samantha crossed her arms and leaned against the door, her cheeks turning slightly flushed.
"Are you SURE he doesn't have any single relatives? I swear this man sounds perfect." Her voice was now pleading and Olivia finally reached for the knob, moving Samantha out of the way.
"I don't think so, Sam. At least he hasn't mentioned anyone. And yes...he really is as perfect as they come. I didn't think men like him existed."
"You both give me so much hope..."
It was the nicest compliment and she couldn't stop herself from putting her own arm around her friend.
"Come by before you leave. I'll make sure you two finally meet, okay..."
The final curtain call was given and Olivia had finally given her last bow to the crowd when the curtains closed and she headed off stage. A light thin coat of sweat covered her face and she reached for a nearby towel while walking back to her room. She knew Fitz had more than likely landed and she was eager to shower before seeing him.
Samantha was nowhere to be found, no doubt getting ready herself so she could meet her boyfriend. Butterflies filled her stomach at the thought of seeing Fitz again and she didn't stop to chat with anyone waiting in the halls. When their lead security guard approached her from across the way, she signaled to him no- which meant she would've be staying afterwards or meeting any fans outside.
When she reached her dressing room she opened her door and froze, nearly squealing at the sight in front of her.
"Hi, baby."
His voice was deep and she dropped the towel in her hands and practically tackled him as if she hadn't seen him in years. He caught her in his arms and smiled, tucking his hands underneath her bottom. They were nearly eye level now and Olivia touched his face gently hello.
He was clean shaven, his face soft, and she touched the small wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, admiring the blue eyes she sang about not too long ago.
"God, I've missed you."
"I drove straight here...you look gorgeous."
"I haven't even showered! I'm so sweaty! I wanted to freshen up before you saw me!" She tried to chastise him but ended up giggling like a fool instead.
"You can just skip the shower...you're gonna get plenty sweaty again tonight."
His tone was suggestive and he spoke low against her lips. Olivia touched his bottom lip softly and within seconds her back was pinned against the wall, their lips devouring one another. His tongue slid inside her mouth exactly like she remembered and her legs instinctively tightened around his waist, pressing his body harder against hers.
Fitz was first to pull away and didn't waste time kissing her neck line up and down.
"Fitz, no...I need a shower."
Half her subconscious tried to push him away while the other half didn't want him to stop. She felt him suck her skin at her words and she closed her eyes letting him easily win and not telling him to stop any longer. They stayed like this for some time, his groin now pressing firmly against her stomach.
Suddenly her door flew open and Fitz slowly lifted his head, both of them turning to look at who was now inside her dressing room. Olivia wiggled out of Fitz's grip and he very reluctantly set her back down onto both feet. Samantha's eyes were wide and looked slightly mesmerized as if she was unable to look away from them.
Olivia pushed her dress back into place and quickly grabbed a few things from a nearby chair. She loved how confident he was about the whole encounter- he was in no hurry to stop kissing her and in no hurry to set her down. It was like he wanted whoever walked in to see them like this...to see that she indeed belonged to just him.
And she couldn't get the thought out of her mind.
"Samantha, this is Fitzgerald Grant. She tried to sound nonchalant and her body gravitated back towards Fitz without her even realizing it.
"Hi, Samantha. I've heard a lot about you."
Fitz extended his hand and Samantha simply stood in place, her eyes even wider than before. It took her a few minutes to register before she finally shook his hand and greeted him hello.
"Hi...I've heard a lot about you as well. I'm sorry I barged in like this- I should've knocked."
Fitz's hand was now around Olivia and she quickly excused herself, letting them both know she needed time to get ready.
"I need to shower, Samantha, before we head out. Will you show Fitz around? I'll be ten minutes tops."
Olivia rose to her tip toes and kissed Fitz on the cheek. He quickly turned and pulled her closer, whispering into her ear.
"You do not need to shower."
"Yes, I do," she whispered back pulling away from him. "You're in good hands with Sam," she continued touching her friends hand on the way out...
It was close to 11:30 when Fitz pulled his Audi into Olivia's parking garage. He carried one large overnight bag in one hand and linked fingers with Olivia with his other until they entered inside her building. She stopped at the front desk and the young women handed her an envelope which she directly handed to Fitz. His name was on it and he immediately tucked the it into his back pocket.
When they reached the elevator the bellman offered to take Fitz's bag which he graciously declined. Olivia watched him pull his wallet out and hand the man a hundred dollar bill. Before he even spoke the words she knew exactly what he was going to say.
"We'll take the elevator alone."
The gentleman nodded his head and took the money, stepping out of the elevator and holding the door open for both of them to enter. Fitz waited for her to step in and the second the door closed, he dropped his bag and grabbed Olivia.
"There's cameras in here," she breathed aloud as Fitz picked up exactly where he left off from earlier.
"I'll keep it G rated," he replied against her skin, making Olivia laugh into the air.
He hugged her tight and buried his face against her neck, tucking his head in the spot now reserved for him and him alone. They held each other close and Olivia closed her eyes inhaling all of him. He smelled exactly like she remembered
and despite the bell sounding and the elevator opening she didn't want to let go.
Fitz suddenly lifted her into his arms as if she was his bride and picked up his bag with the other hand. Olivia began to kiss his neck repeatedly not caring they were still not in the privacy of her condo. She briefly remembers Fitz reaching into his back pocket to unlock her door for them...
The moment they were behind closed doors Fitz began to undress her slowly, pinning her against the door he just closed. Olivia tossed her bag down and it landed like a big thud against her hard wood floors. Her condo was dark yet neither one reached for a light switch.
Fitz was everywhere, his hands all over her breasts, unfastening the back of her bra and practically yanking it off of her. Olivia tried to kiss him but he fell quickly to his knees leaving her to press her head against the door and close her eyes at the sensation that soon followed.
Her jeans were next to go, the zipper being pulled down slowly, making the only sound in the room. His tongue entered her forcefully bringing her once again up to her tip toes for the second time that night. He didn't bother taking her panties off, simply pushing them aside with his fingers and she couldn't have been more grateful on insisting she shower after the show.
Fitz lifted her leg and steadied her into place with his other hand while he entered her slit even deeper inside. Olivia began to whimper, unable to keep silent any longer. She grabbed the top of his head and pulled his hair using his locks for support. It was clear he wanted her to orgasm this way and wouldn't stop until he got his wish.
Olivia bit the inside of her lip as the first wave hit her body. Her limbs grew limp, her knees weak and she felt Fitz once again steady her from behind. One hand let go of his hair and wrapped around the door knob next to her hip. She cried his name into the air as that familiar burn formed in her stomach. She climaxed against his mouth over and over again and the image alone drove her insane.
She had no idea when he finally retrieved his tongue and no idea how they got into her bedroom...all she knew is that Fitz was in her arms, his naked body now on top of hers.
"I missed your taste," Fitz said kissing the corner of her mouth.
A small lamp she left on was in the corner of the room and she was grateful to the light given. She studied his face for a short time and nearly wanted to cry.
"I missed having you inside me."
It was the truth and the first thing she thought to reply.
Fitz kissed her lips passionately and lifted her leg slowly, bending it behind the knee. This was something else she missed so much about him- the way he entered her whenever they made love- and her fingers clawed his back as soon as he was inside. Her mouth quickly broke free and she gasped at how deep she could feel him.
"There's gonna be a time when we come home to each other...and we'll be together every night."
His forehead was pressed against hers and each thrust felt more incredible than the last.
"And every morning..." Olivia replied, her breathing growing heavy.
She heard Fitz moan at her words and his lips were suddenly on her breasts, his hand pushing her nipple up within his reach. He sucked hard and Olivia felt herself building yet again.
"I love you..."
She whispered it without thinking causing Fitz to stop the for-play with her breasts. He kissed his way back up to her mouth and locked eyes with her, resting one elbow on the side of her head.
"I love you too, Livvie...every time I'm with you...it just feels so right..."
His voice was serious and Olivia caressed his face again but didn't reply. Fitz's rhythm stilled and they stared at each other for a short time each of them overcome with their own emotion. It was pure and real and honest and all Olivia could do was nod her head at his words, holding him closer towards her body.
When his thrusts eventually continued, Fitz buried his head into the crock of her neck again and pumped her breasts with one hand. She could feel him suck on her neck like he did in her dressing room and heat quickly resurfaced bringing a tingle in between her legs. Fitz readjusted himself again, this time bringing more friction against her clit and she wrapped her legs around him tight, her orgasm long and strong.
Fitz emptied inside of her soon after, pumping several times with force until he finally collapsed on her side, pulling her on top of him. They stayed connected for some time until Olivia finally had the strength to sit up and pull her own body off. She tried to reach for a nearby blanket and Fitz eventfully rose off the bed, helping her get comfortable and underneath the covers.
"Get some rest, Livvie."
"No...we've barely had time to talk."
"I'm here all weekend, baby. We'll talk in the morning. It's been a long day for you and it's late...get some sleep."
Olivia got into her familiar position and snuggled into his chest. She missed him so much she didn't want to sleep. It was as if she didn't want to be without him and as irrational as it sounded all she kept thinking about what how good it was to be back in his arms again.
Silence soon filled the room and Olivia listened to Fitz's heartbeat, his chest slowly rising and falling beneath her head. Her eyes were growing heavy yet she decided to talk, determined not to sleep.
"Thank you for coming, Fitz. I feel so much better already." She felt Fitz grip her body, his mouth grazing her forehead.
"Are you sure you're not too tired?"
Olivia sat up at his words and turned on the larger lamp next to her. Fitz smiled and sat up in bed looking her over with amusement.
"We'll have plenty of time for sleeping," she replied.
She watched Fitz smile and slowing slide his body off the bed. He remained naked and she watched him walk out of her bedroom and return with his overnight bag in one of his hands. He bent down and took a large envelope from one of the side pockets bringing it back to bed with him. She loved seeing him walking around her condo naked. It pleased her to no end and she eagerly waited for him to show her the contents of what was inside.
"I talked to my Real Estate agent this morning and wanted to show you a few things. I want to get your opinion on something...and idea really..."
Olivia grabbed the sheet underneath her and wrapped it around her body, making room for Fitz and the folder on the bed. She eagerly asked him to continue and was prepared to see photographs of homes. Instead he handed her a map that had three distinctive red markings on it. She looked a bit confused and eventually asked Fitz for an explanation.
"Are these locations of houses you want to visit tomorrow?" Fitz shook his head and Olivia tried to figure out exactly what the map meant.
"Not exactly," Fitz replied. "I do want to visit these places tomorrow, but we wouldn't be visiting actual houses...we'd be visiting land. I think we should consider building a home. I would design it of course...if you're okay with that...I mean I'd really love you're input. I've thought a lot about it and I'd love to design you the home of your dreams...our dreams."
Olivia sat shocked and wasn't exactly sure how to reply. She honestly loved the idea but knew building a home would definitely take some time.
"Are you sure, Fitz? We haven't looked at a single house together? If we build, won't this take long? I thought the whole point of this is being together...now."
"You're right, it would take a while...half a year at least...we'd have to figure out something until then."
The obvious solution would be Fitz staying with her in her condo and the idea gave her such mixed emotions...emotions she couldn't even begin to process.
"We should've gone to bed," Fitz jokingly said when Olivia didn't rely. She rolled her eyes and pushed the papers aside, sitting directly on his lap.
"Stop...I'm just thinking. Of course we'll figure something out. I'm just surprised to hear you suggest this."
Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist and Fitz moved the sheet draping it around both their bodies. It was the middle of the night and they were both naked discussing their future in the center of her bedroom. An excitement suddenly filled her and she rested her cheek against his shoulder closing her eyes before finally continuing her thought.
"I'm surprised you'd want to design another home...I thought Troy was your dream home."
"You're my home, Livvie. I don't know how many times I can tell you that. And besides, I can have both...we can have both. We can have it all."
Olivia remained quiet and while Fitz caressed her back slowly. She knew what scared her about him moving in but she pushed her feelings down, not wanting to face them...at least not now. Things were happy and stress free and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.
She finally lifted her body and Fitz moved, helping her get back underneath the main covers. He pulled her into his arms and she quickly resumed her earlier position. After a few minutes, she broke the silence and kissed Fitz goodnight.
"You're right, we need to get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us. My boyfriend wants to build me a house and we need to pick the land tomorrow."
She spoke the words sleepily into his skin and could sense his smile against the top of her head.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Livvie?" He whispered into the air.
"I'm sure. We should sleep. I've had a long day. We'll talk more in the morning."
She now sounded exactly like he did earlier and she heard him softly chuckle, obviously laughing at her. She lovingly poked his side and Fitz retaliated by tickling her stomach mercilessly. Olivia's laugh radiated loudly throughout the room and she tried to squirm out of his reach. She ended up on top of him, each of them grinning wide from ear to ear.
They were happy and in love and spent the rest of the night cuddled close, whispering about blue prints and dream homes and floor plans and land and real estate agents until they both finally fell sound asleep...
Wrapped snugly in each others arms.
