Olivia awoke to her alarm sounding next to her on her nightstand. "Ugh, shut up" she groaned, smacking the snooze button. Just ten more minutes, she thought.
And somehow, the ten extra minutes felt like one minute. Lame.
She dragged herself out of bed to shower, and put on a gray pantsuit, with a white blouse and some heels. Even though she had gotten back into her work routine, getting up and getting ready at six-thirty in the morning was always difficult. But, she liked to be in by eight so that she didn't have to stay too late. She always liked to be home fairly early so she could eat dinner with her parents, or go spend time with her friends.
She moved slowly, doing her hair and makeup to make sure she looked as perfect as she liked to at work. She brushed her teeth and grabbed a granola bar and a hot cup of tea for the road.
She was always getting ready around the same time that her parents were too, so they usually had good chats in the mornings, even though they actually left a little later than she did.
She was out the door by seven-thirty, half-unwrapped granola bar in her mouth with a steaming mug of tea in one hand and her purse and keys in the other.
She usually didn't send Fitz a text until a little later in the morning when she got a break at work, simply because he wasn't up at the early hour she was in the summer. Plus, he had been having issues sleeping again lately, so she didn't want to disturb him. Not every night was bad, but some still were. He assured her that he just went through bad spells occasionally and would be fine. That didn't really stop her from worrying about him, though, of course.
Her day at work was uneventful, which, some days, she was thankful for. She wasn't swamped with work, or problems on top of problems that she had to fix. Although, there were times that she also really liked to have a lot to do.
Last summer, she had only just gotten done with her freshman year of college, so she wasn't really qualified to do much. As a young intern, she truly did do a lot of getting coffee for people and taking notes for people in meetings.
Olivia had only wanted to get any experience possible, even though being in press and PR wasn't exactly in the realm of what she was studying. But she quickly learned that that didn't really matter, and that the things she was learning at her internship applied to pretty much any other job out there. Having people skills, being able to communicate efficiently, knowing how to solve problems quickly.
Plus, having that internship, especially given its D.C. location, helped her make connections and network with people in her field of study. She already had many contacts around D.C. at the young age of twenty, and even if she didn't want to find a job out of college in D.C., it sure as hell didn't hurt to have those connections.
So, when they started to see her potential near the end of last summer and asked for her back this summer, she certainly didn't turn it down.
She got to leave the office fairly early that day and was happy to go home and relax. It was Wednesday, so she only had one more day of work this week, thankfully.
She had a nice dinner with her parents and they all talked about their days at work. She helped them clean up the kitchen and then went up to her room to grab her laptop and some paperwork from the office before heading downstairs to her basement.
She listened to music and worked a little while, just trying to get ahead on some things for the next day. But after a little bit, she FaceTimed Fitz when he was done with his class and talked to him for a while too.
"So your day was good?" he asked. "Yeah, it was pretty good. How was your class?" she asked. "Alright. I'm glad I'm done for the week though. This week has gone so slow for me" he said. "Really?" she asked. "Mhm. I've been waiting patiently for it to be done" he replied. "How come?" she asked. "No reason. Just like weekends better, is all" he said.
"I feel you on that one. I can't wait to relax this weekend" she agreed. "Yeah, I'm glad you don't have anything going on. I bet you'll have a fun weekend" he said. "You think so, huh?" she asked with a laugh. "I do think so" he replied with a smile. "And why's that?" she asked. "I just do. I'm psychic" he said.
"Oh, you are? Okay, what am I thinking about right now?" she asked, laughing. "Hmm…okay, I'm getting something. Alright…yep, you're thinking about my ass" he said. She burst into laughter. "Good guess, but wrong. I was thinking about ice cream" she giggled. "Ice cream?" he asked. "Ice cream" she nodded. "...I love ice cream" he said. She giggled. "I know you do" she nodded. "Now I want it. Thanks, Liv" he chuckled. "No problem," she said sweetly.
They were silent for a few moments, just smiling at each other on their screens. "What song are you listening to?" he asked, breaking the silence. "It's Khalid, I think" she guessed, reaching for her computer next to her to check what was playing. "Love Lies" she informed him. "Mmm," he replied.
She looked at him on her phone screen, seeing him smirking at her. "What?" she asked. "It just kind of sounds like a song I should rip your clothes off to," he said, smiling. Her eyes widened. "Naughty," she said with a smile. He shrugged. "It's the song, not me. Listen" he said.
She listened closer to the song's lyrics and its chorus. "Hmm…okay, yeah. It does sort of give off a 'fuck me' vibe" she agreed. "Mhm," he nodded. "You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" she asked. "Yep," he replied. "Thanks for the honesty, sweetie" she giggled. "You bet," he said with a smile.
She looked at that sweet smile of his and almost grew a little sad. "God, I miss you" she sighed. "I miss you too" he replied. "A lot" he added. She nodded. "You just have to tell yourself that we'll see each other next month. That's what I always do" she said. "Mhm. Next month" he replied.
"Are you excited for the wedding?" he asked. "Are you kidding? Of course I am! I get to see my guy all dressed up and I get to dance to wedding songs with him" she said happily. "Yeah, you better bring your A game on the dance floor, baby. I'm not holding back" he said with a smile. "You better not" she giggled.
It was a good night, talking to him as usual. She made sure to get up to bed and get her phone on the charger so that it had a full battery for her next day at work.
And that next day at work was not nearly as uneventful as the previous day. She even had to work a little later than normal, but even then, it wasn't so bad. She still got home around six and had another nice meal with her parents.
She hadn't been responding to Fitz much throughout the day due to her insane schedule, but it seemed that he was just as busy, because he hadn't responded to the last message she had sent shortly before she left work. However, she did finally get a text from him around eight, telling her he'd FaceTime her soon.
So, she went down into the basement in preparation and watched TV until she heard her phone ring.
"Hi, sweetie" she greeted. "Hi. How's your night been?" he asked quietly on the other end. "Pretty good. You didn't text back for a while there, is everything alright?" she asked. "Everything is absolutely perfect, I just got a little busy. You in your basement right now, I assume?" he asked in a whisper.
"Yes, you don't need to whisper. And I thought we were going to FaceTime?" she asked confusedly. "We could. Except I'm..." he began. She heard a light tapping on her sliding glass door, which made her jump a little bit. She got up from the couch and slowly walked over to it, pulling the edge of the curtain back to reveal what was outside. Or rather, who.
"Here," he whispered, with a huge smile on his face.
She put her hand up to her mouth in awe. "Fitz?" she said, not quite believing her eyes. "Hi, baby" he whispered, that cute smile only growing bigger.
She reached for the door handle, but remembered how loud and squeaky that door was. She knew she was on an entirely different level than her parents, and that they were asleep, but she was certainly not going to take any chances.
"Just a second," she said anxiously. She wanted to hug him. To kiss him. So she sat there and thought for a second. And then an idea hit her. "Fitz, go to the last window on your left," she said. He looked a little confused, but he nodded and disappeared from her sight.
She closed the curtains again and ran through the living room, into the back hallway on the right side of her basement, where the guest bedroom was.
On the very few occasions where she had snuck out of this house, it had been through the guest bedroom window, because there was no screen. Its attachment had broken years ago, and her father had never repaired it, even when she had gotten caught sneaking out a few years ago because of Stephen being loud. She hadn't been inclined to sneak out since then, since she didn't really feel the need to anymore. But the window could still be useful for other purposes.
She saw him standing outside the window, waiting for her to come over to him. She turned on the light and ran to the window, opening it as fast as her little fingers could. She shoved the window upward, still making sure to be quiet, and threw her phone behind her, not at all caring where it landed.
She leaned in and kissed him so fast, he wasn't even expecting it. "Mm," he groaned, his lips capturing hers in an eager kiss. His tongue had already slipped its way into her mouth, brushing against hers.
She rested her hands on the windowsill, and he immediately laced his fingers in hers as their hands gripped the ledge.
She pecked his lips over and over again, and smiled at him, still not quite believing that he was actually here. "What the hell are you doing here!?" she exclaimed in a hushed whisper, after they'd gotten their fair share of kissing in.
"I couldn't wait until next month" he whispered. She started laughing and leaned her forehead down against his. "What are we, sixteen?" she giggled. "Hey! My girlfriend lives with her parents, and I wanted to surprise her. I didn't have much of a choice here!" he chuckled. She smiled and kissed his lips again. "I love this. I am so happy right now," she said with a smile.
"I'm glad. I'm sorry I came so late. You had such a long day at work and you stayed later, so all day I was trying to gauge when I should leave. I thought about having you meet me somewhere but I figured you had a long week and would just wanna stay in tonight" he explained. "You don't need to apologize for anything, sweetie. This is absolutely amazing," she whispered, holding the sides of his face with her hands.
He clutched onto her forearms and smiled at her. "You'll have to thank Abby, she helped," he said. Olivia sat and thought for a second. "Ohhh...so that's why she asked for my address!" she exclaimed. "Mhm. It's on your student profile online, but I can't get into it during the summer since you're not my student right now. So...I had to send a friend request to Abby on Facebook and then message her" he chuckled. Olivia laughed. "Oh my god, that explains why she got all weird on her phone last weekend," she said.
And him being here explained a lot of other things, too. Why Fitz was so eager for the week to be over, why he stopped texting for hours during his drive down here, and why he was whispering on the phone earlier. It all made sense. She no longer cared about the "relaxing weekend" she had in mind, she only cared about spending it with him.
"Mhm. She's a pretty good wing woman, Liv. She was so happy to help" he said with a smile. "I will definitely have to thank her. This is amazing. I seriously still can't believe you're here" she said happily. "Me neither. You should've seen me, Liv. I parked my car way down the street, just to be safe. And then I started walking, and I called you as soon as I got to your house. My hands wouldn't stop shaking," he said. "Aw, baby" she whispered, kissing his forehead again.
"God I'm so happy you're here. You just made my whole summer" she said. He smiled. "I'm so happy I'm here too" he whispered. "Where are you staying?" she asked. "I don't know yet, I'll probably just check into a hotel in D.C. tonight" he replied. Her face sunk. "I don't want you to go," she said sadly. "I know, baby, I know" he nodded.
She sat there in thought. "What if you stayed here?" she asked. His eyes widened. "I don't think so, Livvie" he replied. "Why not?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Because I'd prefer that the both of us actually live through the night," he said. She had to laugh at that. "They'll never know. We can stay down here, I do it all the time. They never come down here in the mornings," she said.
He looked at her doubtfully. "Please? I don't want you to leave" she said. He bit his lip and nodded slowly. "Okay," he agreed. She smiled and hugged him tighter. "Thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed. He smiled and kissed her lips. "I'm gonna go get my bag. I'll be back in ten minutes" he whispered. She nodded and let go of him so he could leave.
While he was gone, she quickly and quietly went upstairs to get ready for bed. She brushed her teeth, took off her makeup, and changed. When she went back down, she gently shut the basement door behind her and went back into the guest room to wait for him.
Not long after, he showed back up with a duffel bag, that he handed over to her through the window. "Okay, come in" she whispered. He nodded and put both palms on the windowsill, pushing himself upwards. He ducked his head underneath the window and inched himself in, swinging one leg, and then the other inside.
"Thirty-seven and still climbing through my girlfriend's window" he chuckled. "Sorry, the door is loud! And like I said, apparently we're sixteen" she giggled. He smiled and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in for a proper hug. "Hi," he whispered. "Hi," she whispered back. They stood there in a tight embrace for a few minutes.
When they finally pulled back, he smiled at her and placed a soft kiss on her nose. "I missed you, pretty girl," he said. "I missed you too" she replied with a smile. "Here, I'll show you around," she said, grabbing onto his hand.
She led him around her basement, showing him the family room, their little bar area, the exercise room, and the bathroom next to the bedroom, all while talking quietly back and forth to each other.
Then he got ready for bed, and Olivia turned off the family room TV, and shut off all the lights. They were happy to finally crawl in bed together, after Olivia locked the guest room door just in case.
It was early for them to go to sleep. Which is why they didn't.
They whispered back and forth to each other for a long time, but eventually, they stopped.
He lifted the bed sheet over his shoulder and then over their heads, sucking on her bottom lip as he did so. She cherished the feeling again. His lips on hers. His tongue in her mouth. His body on top of hers. His hands holding on so tightly to her.
He slid down her body and his fingers found the bottom of her tank top, starting to inch it upwards as he placed wet kisses downward along her stomach. She couldn't take it anymore, so she just stripped it off, revealing her bare chest. She heard him exhale deeply in response. His hands moved to her breasts, starting to massage them gently while he continued placing kisses down her stomach. She buried her fingers in his hair, leaning her head against the headboard as she let him do what he wanted to do.
They fooled around a little under the sheets, not doing anything that could end up being too loud. Although, they still ended up mostly naked, he in his boxers and she in her underwear. And when they did finally go to sleep, she fell asleep snuggled up as close to him as possible, so incredibly happy to finally be with him again.
Olivia woke up to the sounds of her parents moving around upstairs, getting ready for work. She felt his arms wrap tighter around her as soon as she moved in the bed. "You awake?" she whispered. "Yeah" he whispered back. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, seeing that it was just after eight.
That was about as late as she could "sleep in" on her days off, since she was so used to getting up almost two hours earlier than that. She turned around in his arms and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "How did you sleep?" she whispered. "Pretty good, despite fearing for both our lives" he whispered back. She smiled and moved as close to him as she possibly could.
"They'll leave soon" she assured him. He nodded and rubbed her arms affectionately, placing kisses on her bare shoulder. But then he stopped. He felt her left wrist, and looked at her in wonder. "Your bracelet," he said. Her face sunk. "I know, baby, I had to take it off. I'm just trying to be careful" she whispered. He nodded. "Good call" he replied, although she could tell he was a little sad about it. But soon enough, she'd be back at school where she could wear it 24/7.
She checked her phone next to her, seeing a text from Abby.
So, did you get your letter? :)
She smiled to herself and looked at her sweet boyfriend lying next to her.
I sure did, in the form of a cute, curly-headed boy. Thanks so much for helping him out, Abby. I'm still having a hard time believing he is actually here. Catch you up on details later:) Love you so much.
She set her phone down and turned back to him, so happy that he was there with her.
They whispered for a while in the bedroom as the sun shined into the window, until she heard the mudroom door close, and only one set of footsteps walking around. "Okay, that was probably my dad. My mom will be gone soon too" she whispered. And eventually, she heard the mudroom door close once again, and no footsteps walking around. The house was completely silent, save for the couple talking quietly in the basement, who had become experts at hiding.
They waited about fifteen minutes, just to make sure nobody came back after possibly forgetting something. "I think we're good," she said. "Okay," he nodded. "Come on," she said with a smile, pulling him out of bed.
She put on the shirt he was wearing the day before, and they ventured upstairs, she in his oversized shirt and underwear, and he in just his boxers.
"Wow, your house is beautiful," he said, tagging along behind her as she led him around. "Thanks, sweetie. Here, I'll give you the official tour" she replied.
She showed him the first level, including the embarrassing childhood pictures on the fireplace mantle. "Look at cute little Livvie," he said with a smile on his face. "Ugh, what were my parents thinking, dressing me in that?" she giggled. "Those are your parents, right?" he asked, grabbing one of the pictures they'd taken on a recent trip. "Yep. Eli and Maya" she replied.
"They look very nice. And a little intimidating" he chuckled. "My mom actually looks scarier than she is. My dad…well…yeah, he's intimidating, I'm not going to lie to you. And very protective of me" she admitted. "It's alright. I'd want him to be protective of you, as any father should be of his daughter. Especially his only child" he nodded. "Mhm. Well, he certainly is" she replied.
"Who are they?" he asked, pointing to a larger family photo of her extended family. "Well, this was a couple Christmases ago. Those are my dad's parents, and my dad's older brother Theo and his wife Talia. And that's my mom's mom, and then my mom's sister, Faye, and her husband Jack. And those are their kids, Macy and Dillon. They're twins" she explained.
"Wow. So those are your only cousins?" he asked. "No, Theo and Talia also have two kids, that are much older than me. Donovan lives in Wisconsin and Claire lives in Indiana. I don't see them much" she replied.
"Well cool. I hope to meet them all someday" he said with a smile. "You will, of course. And they'll all love you" she replied, wrapping her arms around him. "I hope so, because I sure love their Olivia very much," he said, kissing her forehead. "I love you very much," she said happily.
"You want something to eat?" she asked. "Mmm, is my girl gonna cook me something in her own kitchen?" he asked with a smirk. "She is, what shall she cook for you?" she asked, leading him out of the living room. "Cereal" he replied. "Come on, sweetie, I can do better than that" she giggled. He stood there in thought. "Cereal and toast," he said. She shook her head. "How about eggs and toast?" she asked. "Even better," he said.
So, she made them both eggs and toast, as she watched his eyes wander down her half-covered while she cooked.
Afterward, she led him upstairs to show him the third level. The third level wasn't much, it only contained a small sitting area; similar to a loft, her bedroom, her bathroom, and her parents' bedroom at the end of the hallway.
They walked into her bedroom together and she watched him look around. It had all her swimming trophies and medals that she'd brought back from school, it had some posters, and some pictures of her and her friends on the wall. It hadn't really changed much since her high school days, but she liked it the way it was. And he seemed to also.
"I can't believe I'm seeing this bedroom in person. I'm so used to seeing it on my phone screen" he chuckled. "If you're talking to me in here, you usually sit there," he said, pointing to the corner of her bed against the wall. "And sometimes you lay there," he said, pointing to her rug on the floor next to her bed. "Very good" she giggled.
"You want to see something?" she asked. He nodded. She pulled out her favorite box from underneath her bed, and they sat down together. She opened the lid, and immediately watched his face light up. "This is what I call my 'Fitz box'" she said. "Damn, Livvie," he replied, looking through it.
He pulled out her Playbill from Phantom of the Opera, and her leather bracelet. "Wow, this really is a Fitz box" he chuckled. "Mhm. And here's the letter you wrote for me. And here's your Valentine's Day card. And…hundreds of pictures" she giggled. "This is really sweet, Olivia," he said with a smile.
"I'm glad you think so. I just need to have it concealed in one place so this is what I came up with. Plus, it's very portable. See, I just bring this box with me to school again, because, there, I can actually display things...mostly" she said with a laugh. "I can display anything I want, whenever I want" he bragged. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You're lucky" she replied.
"Am I though? You have taken over my apartment" he teased. She scoffed and smacked his chest. "You love it and you know it," she said. He smiled. "I do love it. Very much. I love you" he said, pecking her lips. "And I love you" she nodded.
He leaned in and kissed her lips again, only this time, for much longer. She turned slightly towards him and moved the box off her lap. That wasn't good enough for him, apparently, because he just moved the box off the bed entirely.
He grabbed her lower back and pulled her closer to him, only to then lay her back on the bed as he continued to kiss her. He put his palms on either side of her head, and when one of his hands slid underneath her pillow, he stopped kissing her.
Curious, he pulled out a bunched up T-shirt from underneath her pillow. A black LA Hockey one.
"Hmm, what do we have here?" he asked with a smile. She looked up at him and smiled, feeling her cheeks start to turn red. "Aw, baby, you're getting all nervous and cute" he chuckled. "I sleep with it every night. It used to smell like you, but...it doesn't anymore" she said, giving him her best frown.
"Tell you what, I'll leave another T-shirt with you before I go. One that smells better than this one did," he said with a smile. "You will, huh?" she giggled. "Anything for my beautiful girl," he said, leaning back in to kiss her. She happily kissed him back, their lips continuously connecting and their tongues playfully fighting for dominance.
Their slow, passionate kisses were eager after such a long time. They hadn't kissed each other like that in a while, and it felt good. Good enough to start undressing each other.
He reached under the T-shirt she had on and pulled her underwear down off her legs, throwing them to the floor. She took off his T-shirt that she was wearing, while he kneeled above her and slid his boxers off. She looked up at his naked body and admired it, and suddenly couldn't believe that this was actually happening. That her boyfriend was here, in her bedroom at home, naked, on top of her.
He slowly dragged his fingers up her exposed body, lingering in places that drove her crazy. "Where's your phone?" he asked. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. "Nightstand" she replied.
He looked over and saw it, grabbing it so that he could hand it to her. "Play that song. The one you were playing a couple nights ago" he whispered, leaning down and sucking gently on the skin at the base of her neck. She opened her phone and went to look for it. "Why?" she whispered. "Because" he whispered back, his finger sliding down towards her clit.
"What kind of vibe did you say it gave off?" he asked, continuing to kiss down her body. "A…'fuck me'…vibe" she whispered, holding on tightly to his shoulder. His finger was now moving in slow circles against her clit, while his other entered her. "Mmhmm" he replied.
As if using a phone while being fingered wasn't hard enough on its own, she was trying to do it one-handed. It was practically impossible, but she finally found the song she was looking for.
His lips had returned to hers, but his fingers had stayed exactly where they were, doing things that made her feel absolutely incredible. "You're so wet, Livvie," he said. She knew he was right, because she could feel it. She could feel how easy his fingers were now sliding in and out of her. She started moving her hips against his fingers, making them go deeper and deeper inside of her. It was like she couldn't get enough of him, and he took notice of her desire.
"Tell me what you want" he whispered. It felt like she couldn't even form the words, because all she was focused on were his fingers and what they were doing. She moaned and held onto him tighter. "What do you want, baby, tell me."
"I want…" she moaned. "Tell me what to do" he whispered again. She held onto him so tight, grinding her hips against his hand before stopping to whisper, "fuck me."
He pulled his fingers out and got situated, lining himself up. He pushed in slowly, making sure not to hurt her. And then he began to pick up his pace, but only slightly.
She dug her nails into his back and bit her lip. "Feel good?" he whispered. "Yes. You…feel good" she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You feel...incredible," he whispered back. She leaned her head back against the headboard, exposing her neck to him, which he gratefully took advantage of. He continued his earlier assault on her neck, and then on her chest. "No…marks," she said. "I know" he nodded.
They took it slow, wanting to make this wonderful experience last as long as they possibly could. The song echoed throughout her bedroom, along with their moans and breathing. It even repeated a couple times before they finished, climaxing together.
And then they laid there, sweaty and exhausted. "God, that was amazing" he whispered, breathing hard against her chest. "Very. Missed you" she panted. "Missed you too" he nodded. He swallowed hard. "At least...I don't have to feel bad about not running today. Because...that was a good workout" he chuckled.
A thought hit her and gasped. "No, oh my god, let's go!" she exclaimed. "Huh?" he asked, looking up at her. "There are paths in the woods behind my house. Running paths" she said. "Really?" he asked. "Yes. I never run outside, I just use my elliptical downstairs but we could go, if you want to," she said. He smiled. "Hell yeah, let's go" he nodded.
So, she turned off her "fuck me" song, they cleaned themselves up, and got ready for their day. She put on some leggings and a tank top, and he put on a pair of shorts and left the shirt off. "Well no wonder you're so tan, you run shirtless every day" she giggled. "Yeah, otherwise I get too hot" he shrugged. "You're already hot," she said, leading him over to the sliding glass door. "Thanks, baby, right back at ya" he chuckled behind her.
She opened the squeaky door and looked to her left and right, to make sure the coast was clear. Her neighbors would still be at work at this time of the day, so she figured they'd be fine. But she certainly didn't want them somehow seeing her walk out of the house with a man they'd never seen, and then tell her parents or some damn thing. What a nightmare that would be. So, she checked it out pretty thoroughly, and decided they were good.
"Okay, come on," she said. They ventured out into her backyard, and ran along the edge of the woods, before she ducked her head under the branch of an old oak tree and told him to follow.
To start off with, the paths were mostly matted down grass and weeds, but eventually, it turned into the old dirt paths that she remembered as a kid, when she'd adventure into the woods with her friends.
There was a pretty large park on the other side of her neighborhood past the woods, with a playground and a small campground, which is why the paths were there in the first place. And it was fun, running with him, chatting a little bit while they had a nice view of the park through the woods.
They had kept up a pretty steady pace, but she could tell he was probably used to going faster. "Babe, you can run ahead of me if you want" she panted. "No way" he replied. "Why not?" she asked. "Because I wanna stay with you. Also, if I'm in front of you, I can't look over and see you in those sexy clothes you got going there" he chuckled.
"These are not sexy, Fitz," she said with a laugh, looking down at her running clothes. "I beg to differ" he replied, smiling over at her. She smiled back and pushed on his arm, nudging him to his left. So, he nudged her back. She giggled and then pushed him again, only harder.
"So you wanna play?" he asked. She laughed and forced her legs to go faster, trying to get away from him. But, as she had already learned, he was way too fast, and he caught up to her in seconds.
"You think you can run from me, huh?" he asked. She was laughing uncontrollably as she tried her best to run faster. "Yes, I'll race you back!" she exclaimed. "You're on" he replied.
She already knew she'd lose, but it was fun anyway. They were on their fifth lap around the big loop, and practically almost back to her house, so they didn't have much further to go. She tried her absolute hardest to catch up to him, but he was long gone before she could even try. When that man was faced with an opportunity to sprint, he sure as hell took it.
When she reached the clearing just outside her backyard a couple minutes later, she saw him standing there, wiping his face and running a hand through his hair. When he saw her round the last corner, he smiled and opened his arms to her. So she jumped into his open arms as she reached the clearing.
"I won, what's my prize?" he asked with a smile. "Take me inside and you'll find out" she whispered in his ear. "Mmm, intrigue" he replied. She smiled and gave him a kiss, before he set her gently on the ground.
She made sure the coast was clear again, before she grabbed his hand and ran across her backyard to the door. As soon as she got inside, she started stripping off her tank top. "Hm. Okay. I like this" he said, walking behind her. She smiled and turned around, taking off her sports bra too, and leaving it on the floor. He just stared. "Keep going," he said.
She reached down and slid off her leggings, leaving her in just a skimpy little thong, that drove him crazy. She grabbed his hand and they walked up the stairs together, kissing the entire way.
Once they made it up the second flight of stairs, his clothes started coming off too. They rounded the corner into her bathroom, turning the water on as fast as she could while he completely undressed himself.
He grabbed her and pulled her towards him, pinning her up against the wall. His lips connected with hers once again, while his tongue slid inside her mouth eagerly. "I like this prize" he whispered after pulling away. She smiled and pulled him into the shower with her.
The water felt good on her skin, as did his hands. But soon, she had him up against the wall, kneeled down in front of him. She took him in her mouth, and he inhaled sharply at the feeling. She swirled her tongue around his tip and watched him lean his head back against the shower wall, while his hands twitched against his thighs.
The hot water splashed down on her back as she pleasured him, his sounds being muffled by the shower. But she didn't need to hear his sounds to know he was feeling good. He had grabbed onto her hair for support, and had his eyes closed as he leaned his head back.
And after a while, his body started to shake harder, which was the all too familiar sign that he was almost there.
She knew him like the back of her hand. She knew his taste. She knew what he liked. What he loved. What made him shake. What made him hold onto her. What made him come. She knew everything.
Her tongue moved in circles around his tip while she made her lips go faster. "So—close" he moaned. And that combination was his undoing, because then he came, groaning her name and shaking hard.
She placed kisses along his waistline, all the way up his chest, until she was standing up next to him. "Oh my god" he breathed, leaning his head back against the wall again. She kissed his neck and his cheek, before pulling back to look at him. "My turn" he whispered.
She soon felt his hands on her waist, guiding her down to the corner of the bathtub. It was his turn to kneel down now, as she watched him lower his head towards her core while the water splashed down on him.
The second she felt his tongue along her clit, she gasped, and had to readjust herself on the corner where she sat. He took notice of her struggling, because he made it easier for her. He spread her legs out on each edge of the tub, giving himself easy access. "Hold onto me," he said.
She obeyed and grabbed onto his strong arms, and then he went in again.
The combination of the hot water on her skin and his tongue down there was incredible. "Feels good, yeah?" he asked. "Yeah" she breathed, gripping his arms tighter.
She watched him as he pleasured her. His hair was soaking wet, and water kept getting into his eyes so he had to pause and wipe them every so often. It certainly wasn't an ideal spot or position, but man, did it feel great.
His hands held firmly onto her hips, while his tongue continued to make her feel amazing. And it didn't take long for her legs to start shaking.
He licked and kissed every inch of her, until she came too, letting out loud moans and holding onto him so tight, she was sure he'd have bruises.
She sat there, exhausted, after that hot, wet experience. He let out a little laugh. "How you doin' baby?" he asked. "I think I'm dead," she said, breathing hard. He put his finger up to his chin in thought. "Cause of death; being eaten out in the shower," he said, very seriously.
The straight face he kept actually made Olivia burst into laughter. "We have to be a little less specific on the death certificate. You know, for my parents' sake" she said. "Hmm, okay. Cause of death; amazing orgasm" he said, also very seriously. She giggled and shook her head. "Amazing, huh?" she teased. He nodded. "Absolutely."
"And how do you know it was amazing?" she asked as he helped her up. "Because if it wasn't you wouldn't have died in the first place" he replied. "Ahh, very witty" she giggled, which made him smile.
They actually did wash themselves in the shower after all that playtime. And it was actually quite amusing.
"Ah, yes. Lavender. My favorite thing to smell like" he said casually, pouring some of it in his hand. She giggled. "You're going to smell so sweet," she said with a smile, taking the body wash that he handed to her.
"Damn right. Oh, and let's see..." he began, grabbing her bottle of shampoo that he had recently used. "Fights humidity and frizz for forty-eight hours. You'll be left with beautifully sleek and hydrated hair that's touchably soft" he said with a smile. She was giggling uncontrollably at this point. "Lovely," he said with a smile, noticing how he had made her laugh.
She smiled at him, his soapy, white hair, and his body covered in remnants of her body wash. Moments like this were ones that people took for granted. Even something as simple as laughing and joking with him in the shower, was a memory she'd always cherish.
When they finished with their shower, they picked up all their clothes they'd taken off just outside the bathroom door, and went to get dressed in Olivia's room. Olivia went to grab Fitz's bag from the basement, all while grabbing her other clothes she'd taken off down there. She was being careful not to leave any remnants of their activities, so that her parents wouldn't suspect a thing when they came home.
She made her way back upstairs, turning the corner to her room to see Fitz drying his hair with his towel. "Here you go, sweetie," she said, setting his bag on the bed, and going over to kiss his cheek. "Thanks, babe" he replied, smiling as he leaned his face down so she could reach better.
Being that close to him, she caught a whiff of his scent and smiled. "You hair smells like Pantene" she giggled. He smiled as he reached into his bag to grab some clean clothes. "Well, I guess it's payback for when you had to smell like Old Spice every time you showered at my apartment" he teased. "Mhm," she replied with a smile, watching him start to get dressed. And then she started to get dressed too, while they chatted about what they should do the rest of the day.
And that's when they heard the big garage door open, and a car pulling in.
Olivia's heart started beating faster as she looked over at Fitz, whose eyes widened. He had his shorts on, and was starting to button his shirt, and Olivia had just put on her shorts. So she quickly put on a bra and pulled on the closest T-shirt she could find, all while telling Fitz to be quiet.
A million things raced through her mind. First of all, why on earth was someone home before noon? Second, there were things she had to do yet; clean up the bathroom, clean up the guest room. They all still had evidence of Fitz being here, but she decided the most important thing was to get Fitz out. So that's what she focused on.
She quickly grabbed his hand to head out of her bedroom. But just as they stepped out, she heard the mudroom door open.
"Hi, Olivia" a deep voice rang out. Her dad.
She grimaced and looked at Fitz, who mouthed the words, "holy shit" to her. She put her hand up, assuring him she'd find a way. That everything would be fine. Except...she wasn't really sure.
"Hey, dad!" she replied, trying to sound as happy as possible. She listened to his footsteps downstairs, waiting for their opportunity. "Do you know if the mail came yet? I'm waiting for a package" he yelled. "Um...I'm not sure, actually" she replied innocently. "Okay," he said. And then she heard him walking around again, followed by the mudroom door opening and closing. "Quick" she whispered, pulling him along behind her.
They flew down one flight of stairs and then the next, until they got into the basement. She led him to the guest room window again, just to be sure that the annoying door wouldn't somehow blow their cover, since her dad was outside at the moment and she wasn't sure if it could be heard from the front yard.
Fitz had his phone and his wallet with him in his pocket, and his shoes were already down there, but he hadn't had time to pack up his bag in her room and bring it with, so he was pretty much empty-handed. It was still quite the sight, though. His shirt was unbuttoned, and his wet, curly hair was everywhere, considering he hadn't had time to do anything with it.
"I'll bring your bag to you tonight. Just tell me where you're staying okay? I'll make it work," she whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Okay, yeah," he nodded, opening the window and swinging his legs out of it so that he could hop the short distance to the ground.
"Okay. Just wait, until I know he's back inside" she said quietly. He nodded and stood there, both patiently waiting until the coast was clear. And then she heard his footsteps again upstairs. "Go" she nodded, and he disappeared out of sight. She stood there, not quite believing that had actually just happened.
But then Fitz showed up again. "I forgot something," he said. He leaned in, grabbing her face in his hands, and kissed her. "I love you," he said, before he took off running again. "I love you too" she giggled.
She shut the window and locked it, before making the bed as quickly as she could. She heard her dad still walking around upstairs, and knew she should get up there to make sure everything looked normal.
She went and locked the sliding door from earlier, and gave the rest of the basement a quick glance, before deciding it was good.
She went upstairs and said a proper hello to her father, just so she wouldn't seem like she was sneaking around.
"So did your package come?" she asked. "It sure did. Look, do you think she'll like it? It's for our anniversary" he said happily, opening the lid of a small box. She looked at the beautiful diamond necklace in his hands. "Wow, dad. That is absolutely gorgeous, mom will love that" she replied with a smile. "I hope so" he nodded, putting it back in the box.
"How come you're home so early?" she asked casually. "Well, my last meeting of the day was with a client here in Arlington, so I figured I'd work from home the rest of the day. Why not, right. It's Friday" he said cheerfully. "Oh, well cool. That's a great idea" she nodded.
"I certainly thought so. I'll make us lunch too in a little bit, if you haven't eaten yet" he said, pulling out his computer. "I haven't actually, so that sounds good" she replied. He smiled. "Alright, well I'll let you know. I'm just going to work a little first" he said, gesturing to his computer as he sat at the kitchen table. "Yep, no problem. Oh, and before I forget, is it alright if I spend the weekend with Sandra? I haven't seen her in so long, work's been so busy lately" she lied.
"Fine with me, just ask your mother" he replied. "Alright, I will. Thanks, dad" she said, turning to go upstairs.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she reached the upper level, wondering how the hell she and Fitz had just survived that near disaster.
She quickly picked up her bathroom and her bedroom, completely removing all remnants of him.
Then, she texted her mom:
Hey mom. Just wondering if you're okay with me spending the weekend with Sandra? Already told dad.
Thankfully, her mom answered a few minutes later, telling her that it was fine and to have fun.
She grabbed one of her duffel bags and put all of his things inside it, and then scrunched up his bag and put it in there as well, just so her parents wouldn't ask about the dark blue Nike bag that was not hers.
Then she grabbed an old backpack and stuffed some of her own things inside it, so that she had a bag of her own for the weekend.
She got a text from Fitz, telling her the hotel he had checked into, so she sent him one back.
Olivia: Okay, be there a little later. I'm gonna eat lunch with my dad first. I have all your things packed up. We're good. Everything's fine.
Fitz: Thank god. We almost didn't survive! I'll see you then. Room 219.
She breathed out yet another sigh of relief, that everything was okay. That had been a close call, probably the closest of calls. But at the same time, she couldn't remember the last time she had had that much fun.
Overall, the entire experience was great, having Fitz there with her, sleeping next to him again, showing him her house. Even if they almost got caught, and probably, afterwards, murdered, the memory of the past day was one she would cherish.
Climbing through windows, sneaking around parents, spending the day doing things you shouldn't be doing, being so in love with someone you could barely breathe. It all felt a little bit high school. And the thing was, she didn't even mind it, and he didn't either. They had more fun than they'd had in a while.
Because that weekend, they felt sixteen again.
Wow! Long freaking chapter alert.
As most of you predicted, Abby did help Fitz come surprise his Livvie.
And I hoped you all enjoyed their little adventure, nervewracking parts and all.
No matter how old you are; twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, any age, sometimes you just gotta rediscover your youth!
Stay tuned and read on!
With Love,
~T