Feeling Things
"Are you serious?" Abby screeched at work.
"Please stop yelling. I'll be deaf before we leave."
"This is why you are my best friend! This is gonna be the best weekend of my life! Well, besides the wedding. I gotta go home and pack! OHMYGOD!" She squealed.
"Abby! Stop screaming! People are looking at us. It's embarrassing."
"Who cares, Liv!" Abby turned around and grinned widely at their small captive audience. "Listen up people! Olivia and Fitz are taking Stephen and I on a pre wedding getaway! Before you go buying me something for my wedding, remember that this is what I like. Do not buy me a toaster or I will take it back." She turned back around and, still grinning, wrapped her skinny arms around her best friend. "This Labor Day weekend is gonna be so amazing! Thank you!"
Olivia chuckled at the over excited redhead. "It is gonna be really fun. I've been dying to get Fitz back on the beach. Go home and pack a bag for you and Stephen. We're leaving in two hours and I'm not going to miss the sunset tonight."
"Thanks again, Liv. We'll be at your house by four, ready to roll out. See you soon!"
Olivia had packed a bag the night before. She knew telling Abby too early would make her day hell. She would get nothing done and Olivia would have to listen to Abby whine about time moving too slow. So she had spoken with Stephen and he checked and cleared Abby's schedule for the rest of the afternoon. He agreed with her reasoning for not telling Abby too early. He was excited and thankful as well. Just not as loud about it.
Fitz stood at the back of Olivia's car, carefully stacking their bags so he would be able to see while he drove them to the beach. After Stephen and Abby parked their car in the driveway, she walked to the back of the car and randomly threw her bag on top of the perfection Fitz had created. He shook his head and watched her not break her stride as she walked to the passenger door and start up a conversation with Olivia.
Stephen stepped up and picked up his fiancé's bag and muttered, "Sorry, mate. She's a little excited about this trip. If she doesn't drive us crazy on the way down, I'll do my best to keep her out of you and Liv's hair the rest of the time."
Fitz grinned at the man. "It's ok. Abby is spunky and fun. We like having her around. We're looking forward to spending some time with the two of you."
"Thank you for the weekend, by the way. It'll be nice to get away from work and the wedding plans and the day to day shit. We really appreciate it."
"You're welcome. I promised to take Liv back to the beach before the summer ended. It'll be nice to have some male reinforcement with those two." Fitz chuckled.
"The key is drinking, mate. Lots of drinking." Stephen joked. "You still haven't gotten a car since the accident? You're uh, ok to drive, right? It's only been a couple of weeks."
"I've been cleared by my doctor to drive as long as I don't get any headaches." Fitz groaned. "The idea of sitting in a car dealership for hours while they try to sell me an overpriced car makes me tired. I know I need to just suck it up and go do it. It's gotta happen soon though because the two of us living with one car is not working out so great."
"You know, I have an old friend who sells cars just outside the city. I'd be glad to go with you. I'm sure he'd cut you a deal, since you're a friend of mine."
"Really? That would be great, Stephen. Buying a car is such a nightmare. This might actually cut some of the bullshit to a minimum and make it more bearable? Thank you."
"No problem at all." The two of them put the rest of the bags into the back of the car. Once everyone had on their seatbelts they couldn't leave fast enough.
The drive was relatively uneventful. And radio free, thankfully. The two women chatted about any and everything nonstop. There were no pit stops on the way this time, and Fitz was happy to be making good time, beating the Friday afternoon traffic.
They pulled up in front of the hotel and the two women squealed. No sooner was the car put into park, and they were jumping out and heading for the sand. The two men sat in the car and watched their women running and laughing like two little girls. Finally Stephen spoke up. "We have two options right now."
"Oh yea? And what might those be?" Fitz asked.
"Go with them and be saps while they...feel things. Or, leave them to it and go into the hotel to get a drink." The women were becoming smaller as they continued happily running towards the beach.
"I really want to do the latter. But I'm afraid if our asses aren't down there in the next five minutes we are going to be in the dog house this weekend." Fitz sighed loudly.
"I was afraid you'd say that, mate." He opened his door and stepped outside. It was a beautifully warm afternoon. Fitz stepped out too and locked the car. "Let's go feel things, for fucks sake."
"Look at it this way, Stephen. If we go feel things on the beach with them now, then they will be more likely to let us feel things later in the dark." Fitz said with raised eyebrows.
"You're a smart man, Mr. Grant. And I do believe you're right." Stephen chuckled and the two of them made their way to the warm tan sand.
The four of them had gotten their room keys and the bags had been brought up. Olivia opened the door and walked in with Fitz trailing behind her. "This is beautiful. We have a view of the ocean and a little balcony."
She slid open the glass door that led outside and stood there listening to the waves crash on the shore. Fitz came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and nuzzled in her neck. "We have a California king sized bed. Did you notice?"
"Mmmhmmm I did. What about it?" She angled her neck so he could really get in there and reached a hand back to get some of his curls.
"Well, it's going to get used a lot while we're here is all I'm saying. I have plans for you." He said suggestively.
"Really? You have my complete attention, Mr. Grant. Do tell." She played.
"Well, I was thinking that tonight we could..." The phone in their room rang loudly. "I hate whoever that is." He walked over to the little nightstand the phone was sitting on and barked into it. "Hello?"
Olivia watched him from the balcony. His face softened and smiled. Whoever it was, certainly wasn't hated at all. She couldn't wait to hear about it.
Fitz hung up the phone and said, "That was Abby. They want us to come to their room to discuss dinner plans."
Olivia walked into his arms and said, "I kinda want to stay here and hear about your plans." She kissed him lightly until he reciprocated and the kiss turned heated.
Fitz pulled away from her and said, "Unfortunately we don't have time for this right now. We aren't here for ourselves. We are here for Abby and Stephen. So let's go figure out dinner. But later, you're all mine!"
"Fine. Let's go to McDonalds." She batted her eyes at him for effect. He chuckled and grabbed her hand, leading her out the door.
Two doors down, Abby and Stephen were having second thoughts about going out too. They were having a similar struggle as their friends. "Stephen, they are going to be here any minute. We can't!" She giggled as she continued kissing him.
"Let's pretend we aren't here then." His hands were sliding up her dress as her lips were busy making a trail from his ear down to his neck.
And then there was a knock on the door.
They ignored it and continued what they had started.
Olivia banged on the door and shouted, "Get your asses up and open this door. If you're naked it's too damn bad."
When an irritated Abby finally opened the door her hair was messed up and her dress was not straight. "What the hell do you want? I'm trying to get laid, bitch."
Fitz couldn't contain his grin and reached over to pat Abby on the back. "I know your pain. Someone, who shall remain nameless," he moved his head towards Liv, "made me stop what I was doing to come over here to talk about food."
Abby grinned back at him. "We could go to McDonalds." She shrugged. Olivia laughed and then the trio was joined by Stephen, who had to make adjustments to himself before he could be around other people.
"We're not going to McDonalds. We are going to eat dinner like civilized people." He informed them.
"Is that a hickey on your neck, Stephen?" Fitz asked.
"Dammit, Abby!" He walked away to look in the mirror while the others laughed.
"Civilized people my ass." Fitz said laughing.
Stephen poked his head out from the bathroom, pointed a finger at Fitz, and said, "What was all that shit about male reinforcement?" Two female heads turned in his direction, but Fitz said nothing.
Dinner turned out to be a nice place up the street on the beach. The four of them ordered seafood and ate while they enjoyed each other's company. It was a nice way to spend the first evening together. The men argued over the bill while Abby watched, being thoroughly entertained, until Olivia snatched it out of Stephen's hand and gave her credit card to the server.
"So what do you two want to do tomorrow? The sky's the limit." Olivia said.
Stephen looked at Abby and they grinned at each other. "We wanna go parasailing. Do you two want to go with us?"
"Absolutely not!" Fitz said with authority in his voice. Olivia chuckled at his reply and touched his curls.
"So we'll go do that, while the two of you...go do each other." Abby grinned. "My only request for this weekend is that we go dancing tomorrow night! Please say we can."
Fitz looked at Olivia and they smiled at each other.
"What am I missing? Do not tell me that you have a sex story that has to do with going dancing?" She looked back and forth between Olivia and Fitz. The two of them pecked lips and continued smiling. "Someone hasn't been sharing stories lately. We'll get to that on Tuesday. Yvonne will help me get it out of you."
"No talk about work or co-workers while we are away this weekend." She took a gulp of her wine and snuggled closer to Fitz in their booth. "So. The two of you are going parasailing tomorrow. We'll probably go down to the beach for a while. We might find something to get into. Who knows? But there will be dancing tomorrow night!"
Everyone lifted their drinks and clinked glasses together. "Let's go back to the hotel. I need to talk to Stephen about wedding stuff."
Olivia and Fitz slid out of their booth and she said to him, "I'm pretty sure that's code for sex."
"Then I think we should go talk about...wedding stuff too." He winked at her.
Saturday was another warm day. The eighty degree weather felt good on Olivia's skin as she and Fitz walked hand in hand to the water to enjoy some beach time. Stephen and Abby had excitedly left after brunch to go parasailing and Olivia intended to enjoy some relaxing time with Fitz.
Once they were settled on the golden sand, Olivia looked to her right at her handsome guy. He was laying on his back, shirt off, face pointed towards the sun, quietly soaking up the rays. His middle finger looked just like the rest of them as his hand laid palm down on the towel he was laying on. But on the other side Olivia knew there was a scar on it from being cut open and then being stitched up from the accident. The scary knot that he had gotten on his head from being slammed into the telephone pole had gone away after a few days. Fitz's speech had returned to its normal sarcastic self almost immediately.
After they had gotten home from the hospital, he had slept like the dead for a few days. Olivia had made countless calls to his doctor, who assured her this was normal and part of the healing process. She remembered tip toeing into their room and poking him one afternoon to make sure he was in fact still breathing. He had shot her a lethal glare for waking him up, which made her laugh. At least he was still alive.
The man who had hit Fitz's car worked the night shift. He had been drinking most of the day until an hour before he left his house when he passed out. He had woken up in a hurry to get there and didn't realize he had failed to turn his headlights on. Until a cop pulled him over for it in the storm, after he had hit Fitz. The officer did a breathalyzer test on him and found his blood alcohol level beyond the legal limit and arrested him. While he was being booked he admitted to hitting another car, but not stopping.
Fitz had been lucky. It could have been so much worse. He could have been paralyzed. Or worse. She physically shook those dark feelings off and smiled. She was thankful that he was here and whole and hers. She reached over and pushed his curl off his forehead. He squinted his eyes open and looked over in her direction and grabbed her hand. "What are you thinking so loudly about?"
She wasn't going to tell him where her thoughts had taken her. "Oh, just that you're going to need a haircut before the wedding. The curls are getting a little out of control."
"I thought you liked my curls a little longer?"
"If they get much longer, you're going to look like the Forest Gump who ran across America. That's not an attractive look for you." She chuckled.
He ran his hand through them. "Yea, you're right. I'll do that one day next week." He closed his eyes and returned his face toward the sun again. "Are you ready to go dancing tonight?"
"That depends." She flirted. "Am I supposed to know who you are tonight?"
He turned his head and gave her a lopsided grin. "Do you want to know me tonight?"
Olivia leaned closer to his face. "I'd like to know you right now, but we're in public and there are kids out here."
"And what would you do to me if we were out here all alone?" He started nibbling up her arm.
"The list is very long, very detailed, and very energetic." She said as their faces moved even closer together.
"Just give me one item from this very long energetic list. And don't leave out any details." Fitz said as he put his hand on her cheek.
He was going in for a kiss when they both barely registered a warning voice, "WATCH OUT!" A red frisbee landed on Olivia's chest jolting them both out of the sexy moment and causing them to jump. A boy of about ten years old came to them and said, "Sorry about that. My brother can't throw it very good yet."
Olivia and Fitz looked over at a younger version of the brunette boy standing in front of them. He looked to be about six years old and a little bit embarrassed. Fitz waved at him. "That's ok. Here ya go," he said as he plucked the frisbee off of Olivia, letting his finger quickly and unnoticeably graze her breast. "I'm Fitz." He said as he stuck his hand out to the boy.
The kid stuck his hand out and shook the guys hand. "I'm Oliver. You can come throw it with us if you wanna?"
Apparently that was all the invitation Fitz needed. He pecked Olivia lips once, said "I'll be back," and jumped up to go throw the red disc with the boys. She was left smiling on her towel, watching the three males playing on the sand, wondering why she had been worried about him in the first place? He was perfect. Besides, everyone has scars.
Olivia walked out of the bathroom of their hotel room, fresh from her shower. She was wearing the red dress Fitz had bought for her the last time they went dancing but didn't wear. He was laying on the bed with his hand behind his head absently flipping through the channels of the television. When she stepped out and he realized what she was wearing, his mouth fell open.
His eyes roamed all over her smoking hot body covered in the tiny red material. He licked his lips and held out his index finger and made a circular motion with it, indicating he wanted her to turn around for him. She raised one eyebrow at him but obliged him. She heard him groan satisfactorily followed by a rustling sound. She quickly turned around and he was standing right there in front of her with hungry eyes.
"Can I help you?" She giggled.
"I believe you can." He wiggled his eyebrows up and down and put his hands on her barely covered ass. He pulled her close and grabbed her hand, putting it on his growing crotch. "I really need your help with this." Olivia massaged him through the dress pants he had on until he grabbed her hand and reluctantly pulled it away. "I hate it when we can't finish what we start. Later though. That's a promise."
After dinner, and hearing about Stephen and Abby's much less interesting tale of parasailing than their own had been, the four of them grabbed a taxi to an open air bar further up the beach. The music was good and there was a decent sized crowd. Not too many people, but enough to be fun. They found a table, ordered drinks, and people watched for a bit in between conversation.
A song started up and Stephen grinned wickedly at Abby over his glass. He stood up and reached his hand out to her. "Yes! Come on, Red. We HAVE to." She giggled at him and eagerly got to her feet, grabbing his hand as they moved to the middle of the floor where several others were dancing.
Fitz looked at Olivia and asked, "What was that all about?"
Olivia watched her friends being utterly ridiculous for all to see. "This is the first song they ever danced to together. They were both severely impaired at the time and it was painful to watch. The night ended with them having sex in the back of her car in the parking lot. Sometimes they reenact it, if the mood strikes."
The two of them watched as Stephen dipped Abby low, planted a kiss between her breasts, and brought her back up, red hair flying everywhere, so their bodies were flush against each other. Abby's laughter could be heard throughout the establishment and slowly all eyes turned in their direction to watch the crazy sight before them. She grabbed his ass pulling him even closer to her while he kissed her neck. It looked like something that ended up on the cutting room floor of Dirty Dancing.
Fitz stood up and held out his hand to Olivia. "I think we need to go learn this one. Are you with me?"
She smirked at his playfulness and said, "Always."
Once Abby and Stephen realized what their friends were trying to do, they slowed their moves down and tried to teach it to them. It was futile though because they couldn't stop laughing through it. Or keep their hands off each other. But Olivia and Fitz got the jist of it and came up with their own rendition. The other patrons had lost interest by this point but the four of them were having a great time and didn't care.
They all went back to their table for liquid refreshment and to catch their breaths after their display. There was a lot of relaxed laughter between the four of them as the music continued to play. The salty breeze coming from the beach was almost as intoxicating as the drinks. It felt good on their skin as both couples held hands.
A slow song came on and Olivia and Fitz both silently stood up and went to dance. His arms went around her tiny waist while hers went around his neck and into his hair. They smiled at each other and he leaned in closer for a kiss. Olivia tilted her head and felt his tongue slowly push into her mouth to dance with hers. She sighed contentedly and pulled him closer. His lips were enjoying the contact with her fuller ones and he pulled her bottom one between his own to suck on it.
Their hands were no longer where they had started out at. Instead they were freely roaming the other's backsides. Olivia pulled her lips away from his as the song ended and looked into his stormy blue eyes. He was breathing heavy and never looked sexier to her. "Thank you for the trip to the beach."
He leaned down and kissed her again, grabbing her ass in the process. "There are a lot more interesting ways you can thank me than that, I'm sure."
"Why don't you tell me one way. And don't leave out any details." She grinned at him, throwing his words back at him.
Another song started up and Fitz spun her around so her back was against his chest. He leaned down and ran his tongue up the column on her neck until he reached her ear. He whispered, "I'll show you when we get back to our room. My tongue is going to lick every inch of your skin. Does that work for you?"
Olivia was dizzy with lust for this man. She decided that they would be leaving sooner than whatever time Fitz had planned. She would just use whatever she could to make him see that they needed to go. Since they were on the dance floor, and her back was up against his front she would use that. She started moving to the rhythm of the music while grinding against his body.
He was quick to catch on to what she was doing. Fitz put a hand on her waist and encouraged her movements by pulling her ass closer to his front so there was no room between them. His other hand went around the front of her body and stayed dangerously low on her flat stomach. He moved perfectly in sync with her body.
Olivia reached a hand up behind her, searching for the damp curls at the nape of his neck. She heard him murmur his approval in her neck between kisses he put there and felt empowered to do more. She put her hand on top of the one he had on her stomach and linked their fingers together. "You are so damned sexy. Are you ready to go? I really need to get you naked."
She stopped dancing, turned in his arms, and kissed him. "That took way too long for you to decide."
"Mmmmm. I'm sorry but..."
"Uh uh. Don't be sorry. Just take me to the room so you can take me in the room. I really need to get you naked too." She admitted in a breathy voice.
"What about Abby and Stephen though? We need to make sure they make it back." Fitz said between more kisses.
"They left ten minutes ago. Besides, they are grown. I need to feel you on top of me. And under me. And behind me."
Fitz took her hand, paid their bill, and led her outside. He pushed her up against the side of the building and ravaged her mouth while his hands wandered all over her body. He wondered if he would ever stop wanting her? He didn't think it was possible. His body always wanted to be near hers. Even if it wasn't sex, just having her around him was everything. He never wanted that to change.
"We need a cab, Liv." He said in a low voice between kisses.
Olivia reluctantly tore her lips from his and pulled out her phone from her purse. Fitz dipped his head to her neck and licked and sucked on the exposed skin there as he squeezed her ass. He didn't know if they would make it to the hotel room at this rate. "Yes, this is Olivia Pope. I need a cab at..." She looked up at the sign on the bar. "The Sand Bar." She groaned in response to what Fitz's mouth was doing to her. "As fast as possible please."
Fitz chuckled in her neck and then went back to what he was doing.
Olivia ended the call, dropped her phone in her bag, grabbed a handful of his ass, and found his lips once more. It was crazy to want him like this all the time. He pulled his mouth away from hers and she whined at the loss of his lips, so he came right back to them. Olivia moaned appreciatively into his skilled mouth and wished he was naked. She loved the heat their relationship brought out in each other.
Fitz's mouth tore from hers and started traveling down her body. It was dark outside and since their last trip to the beach, he was turned on by being open in the outside with her and giving her what she wanted. The noises she was making was all the proof he needed. He stopped long enough to take a peek around for people walking in or out of the bar. Not a soul in sight.
He took that as an opportunity to give her some more. He pulled her away from the building and the zipped down slightly on the back of her dress. Checking one more time for people, he peeled one side of her dress away, freeing one of her perfect breasts. He dragged his tongue across her nipple and pulled his head back letting the warm breeze blow on it. He watched it harden in the dim glow of the bar lights and then latched onto it sucking hard. Olivia was having a hard time standing up at this point.
A car pulled up in front of the bar and Olivia dragged herself out of the ecstasy she was feeling to see if it was the cab. It was. She did not want Fitz to stop what he was doing right now, but knew they had to go. "Ooooh, Fitz. Babe. The taxi is here. We...ohmygod." She couldn't talk because her breathing was labored. She took a step back from him, leaning up against the building, trying to breathe.
Fitz gave her an annoyed look. "Whadya do that for?"
"The taxi is here. I need you naked. On a bed. As soon as humanly possible! Zip me up please." Olivia turned around and held her hair up. Fitz stepped up to her and ran his hands up the back of her legs, up over her ass, to the zipper. He pulled it up and planted a kiss on her neck.
They got into the back of the cab, sitting ridiculously close to each other. The cab driver turned in his seat to ask, "Where to?" But the question died on his lips as he recognized his passengers. It was the same horny crazy for each other couple he had almost driven off the side of the road recently. "How about the two of you behave back there so none of us die tonight?"
Olivia and Fitz looked at each other mischievously and made no promises.