When Olivia got to the hotel later in the afternoon, she went right to room 219 and gave Fitz a big hug when he answered the door. They were so thankful that they somehow hadn't been caught by her father, but at the same time, they couldn't help but laugh as they stood there in a tight embrace.

"I knew staying there wasn't a good idea" he chuckled. "Oh, I knew it too" she giggled. "Mhm, and yet, 'please, Fitz. Stay here with me in my house, where my protective parents are sleeping just above us. They'll never know, Fitz,'" he mocked, holding back a smile.

"And they didn't know! We got out alive" she shrugged. He shook his head and laughed. "Come on, you can't tell me that wasn't fun," she said with a smile. He paused and sighed. "Okay, fine. It was fun, I'm not ashamed to admit it" he nodded. "Damn right it was" she agreed.

"It wouldn't have been fun if he came home thirty minutes earlier, though," he said. She thought back to their loud, careless, but amazing activities in the shower.

Yeah. That would have been a nightmare.

"Oh man, I didn't even think about that. We would've been dead" she shuddered. "I would've been dead" he replied. "You think so?" she teased. "I had you spread out on the edge of the bathtub, Olivia," he said. She nodded. "What a wonderful experience," she said with a smile. He shot her a look. "Okay, yeah. You would've been dead" she agreed.

"Did you bring my bag?" he asked curiously. "Yep," she said, handing him her bright pink duffel bag. He raised his eyebrows. "It's inside. Had to hide your bag from my dad. Navy blue isn't my style" she teased. "Well hot pink is mine so I may have to steal this" he teased, setting it on the floor next to his bed. She giggled and set her backpack down next to it.

He sat on the bed and laid all the way back, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him. She smiled as she climbed on top of him. "What do you wanna do?" he asked with a smile. "Kiss you," she said, leaning down to touch her nose to his. "Yeah, do that" he nodded. "You gotta say it first" she giggled. He smiled up at her as he intertwined their fingers together. "Kiss me," he said.

And so she did.

They laid in bed later that night, looking at his computer screen together after a nice meal at the hotel bar and restaurant.

She smiled to herself as they laid there, because he still smelled like lavender and Pantene, which was hilarious yet adorable. Yeah, he'd probably prefer a less girly shower in the morning.

"Oh, let's go there!" she exclaimed suddenly, looking at the screen. "Baby, there are about twenty places listed on the screen, can you point?" he chuckled. "Oh! Sorry, sorry. Here" she said, pointing to The town called Colonial Beach.

He read the description underneath and nodded. "Sure, babe, we can go there," he said. "Did you bring a swimsuit?" she asked. "Of course I did, I always come prepared," he said with a smile. "Which one?" she asked very seriously. "The one you like, of course" he replied. She turned towards him and eyed him suspiciously. "Black with the—". "White stripe, mhm. Now more importantly, did you bring one?" he asked with a smile. She smirked. "Of course I did, I always come prepared" she mocked. "And..." he began. "The red one," she said. He smiled and turned back to his computer screen.

"Fantastic."

Besides Colonial Beach, they decided on a couple of other places they wanted to go the next day, while he was here with her. He'd been to D.C. countless times, and she practically lived there, so they wanted to stray a little further than that. She also had a surprise for him in the morning that she didn't tell him about, but knew he'd absolutely love.

She'd also texted Sandra, telling her that she'd used her as a cover this weekend for her parents, just in case they ever asked her. Sandra, of course, was happy to cover for her if need be, and was ecstatic when she learned Fitz had surprised her. They made plans to meet up somewhere on Sunday, just so that she and Fitz could meet in person before he left to go back to Connecticut.

They fell asleep that night, cuddled up close to each other in bed, and a little less paranoid than they had been the previous night. No parents to catch them, no windows to climb through. Just the two of them in their hotel room.

Fitz awoke to the sun shining into the room. He blinked an eye open and looked over at Olivia, who was still sleeping soundly. He was surprised he had woken up before she had, considering he usually slept a little later than her in the summer, but he figured he was just excited.

He had been looking forward to spending time with her all week, and now the time had finally come. And they had a very full day planned together, which made butterflies arise in his stomach. But seeing that it was only about eight, he let her sleep for a little longer.

This was when, in his opinion, she looked the most beautiful. No makeup on, her hair all pulled up, looking so peaceful.

She always looked beautiful, no matter what. But that was his favorite Olivia.

He admired her while she slept for a while, thinking to himself what he always thought; that she was a very pretty sleeper.

But after about twenty minutes passed, she began to stir in his arms. She opened her eyes and a smile spread across her face. He didn't say anything, he just smiled back at her and moved his face closer to hers. "Hi," she said. "Hi," he replied back. She closed the small distance between them and lightly kissed his lips.

She lifted a hand and raked her fingers through his hair, which immediately made him lean his head into her chest to be closer to her. He loved when she did that.

He began placing soft kisses along her neck and chest while she played with his hair. "What are we gonna do with all this curly hair, huh?" she giggled quietly. "I'm thinking of cutting it" he replied in between his kisses. Her fingers stopped.

"You will do no such thing," she said. He stopped kissing her and looked up. "Why?" he asked. "Because, look at all these curls! No way are you cutting them" she said seriously. He smirked at her mischievously.

"Fitzgerald Thomas, no cutting your beautiful hair" she warned. He sighed. "Yeah, yeah, okay" he nodded. She smiled. "Now what are we waiting for? Don't we have a fun day ahead of us? Let's go!" she exclaimed. He scoffed. "I've been waiting for you to get up!" he exclaimed. "And now I'm up, come on," she teased, getting out of bed.

He rolled his eyes. "You drive me crazy, woman" he chuckled. "Not new information, baby," she said over her shoulder with a smile. He watched her go into the bathroom, wearing only his shirt and her underwear. And it made him smile. That beautiful girl was something else.

They got ready for their day, and had breakfast at the hotel. After that, they were off.

She was his navigator in the front seat, and she took it very seriously. His car had navigation built into it, but for some reason, she insisted on giving him all the directions herself from her phone. Not like he gave a damn, that just meant he got to hear her sweet voice more often. Fine by him.

"Okay, turn right here" she instructed. He raised an eyebrow. "Baby, are you sure this is leading us out of D.C.? This doesn't seem right" he questioned. "It's right" she replied. "Okay, take a left" she added. He did as he was told, but then was positive that it wasn't right.

And that's when he looked up and saw Capital One Arena, shining red and bright in front of him. "Wait..." he said. "No, don't wait, go faster!" she teased. "Where are you taking me to?" he asked. "Oh, I don't know, just keep going straight towards that big arena and then park in the parking lot next to it," she shrugged. "Seriously?" he asked. "Mhmm" she nodded. He smiled and did as he was told yet again.

As soon as they got out of the car, he looked up at the beautiful arena, where the Washington Wizards played, as well as the Washington Capitals. But he knew she had brought him here because of the Capitals, the hockey team.

There were big, long decals on the windows of basketball players and hockey players, most of them the teams' star players. "Alex Ovechkin, right?" she asked, pointing to the player in the center of the window. He smiled. "Exactly right" he nodded. "He's one of the players you like, right? One of the best players in hockey?" she asked. He looked over at her and smiled. "Also right" he replied.

He had told her about some of the greatest players in the league. Sidney Crosby, Connor McDavid, Patrick Kane, Henrik Lundqvist, and of course, Alex Ovechkin, of the Washington Capitals, which coincidentally, was her home hockey team.

How she could've possibly remembered anything he told her was beyond him, but clearly, she remembered that.

"What are we doing here, baby?" he asked as they walked up to the main entrance. "What, my man can surprise me all the time but I can't surprise him?" she asked.

He smiled and knew this was the reason she wanted to give him the directions herself, so that it would be a surprise.

"Well thank you, Livvie. This is very cool, I've never been here before!" he said. "I know you haven't" she replied with a smile. She reached over and grabbed his hand, and they walked in together.

As soon as they walked inside, he couldn't help but stare at his surroundings. They couldn't get into the actual arena seating, they could only see what was just inside the entrance, nothing beyond that. But it was still amazing to be in there, at an arena that wasn't his own team's.

She pulled on his hand and led him to their left, into the big store that was filled with both Wizards and Capitals merchandise. It appeared as though it had just opened, because there weren't many people in there. Which, was fine by him.

"Oh, this is cool, babe!" she exclaimed, leading him over to an Alex Ovechkin shirt. He laughed. "That is cool" he nodded. "Or what about this one?" she asked, pulling him along to the clothes rack a few feet away, and pointing to a gray shirt with the Capitals eagle logo on it. "I like that one a lot," he nodded again. "Sweet. I'll get it for you. You're a large, right?" she asked, looking through the rack.

"What? No, Liv, you don't have to get me anything" he said. "But I want to" she replied. "You really don't need to" he assured her again. "Fitzgerald Thomas, you have no say in this. Now, tell me if you're a large or not" she said. "I'm a large," he replied. "Perfect, they have your size. Okay, come on" she said, grabbing his hand again. He shook his head and laughed, knowing there was absolutely no way he could change that girl's mind.

They walked around the entire store, looking at all of the Capitals things. And when they got to the giant wall of hats, she just stopped and stared for a second, which made him smile.

Right away, the first thing she grabbed was a dark gray Adidas hat with the basic eagle logo on it, as well as the number eight on the side of it in red. Alex Ovechkin was number eight.

She brought it over to him and showed him. "This hat is very Fitz," she said. He smiled, because she was actually right. If he were to pick out a hat from that wall, it probably would've been that one.

"You think so?" he asked. "I know so. You like it?" she asked. "I love it," he said with a smile. She nodded and held onto it, and then went to look at the wall again. She then picked out the same style, except in white. "We're gonna be twins," she said happily.

"You're going to wear a hockey hat around? I must be doing a good job rubbing off on you" he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist. She just smiled. "It will remind me of you," she shrugged. He nodded. "Yeah, usually I wouldn't be caught wearing anything but Kings stuff, because that's my home team. But…this is your home team, so it's allowed" he said with a smile.

She bought the shirt and the two hats, and as soon as they got in the car, she ripped the stickers off their hats and put hers on and handed his to him. He put it on and leaned over to kiss her. "Thanks, Livvie," he said. "Of course" she nodded.

And that was just the start of their fun-filled day.

After that, she continued to be his navigator, refusing to give up her very important job to his car's navigation system.

After her little surprise at Capital One Arena, they drove out to Williamsburg, a pretty historic city in Virginia. It took a little less than three hours, but it went by fairly quickly with how much fun they had in the car, talking and laughing together. He was so happy, just being with her again.

They walked around Colonial Williamsburg for a while, which was actually very cool. She had been there a couple times, but he had never been, so they thought it would be fun to go.

Colonial Williamsburg takes you back in time and gives you an opportunity to immerse yourself in an eighteenth-century city. Employees work, dress, and speak like people did in the era, so it was interesting to see more of the country's history being presented in modern day.

They even took a horse-drawn carriage ride through the streets on a little tour, just the two of them.

Afterward, they went to a little outlet mall nearby to get some lunch because they were starving by that point. But naturally, being Olivia and Fitz, they got distracted there after they ate.

As they walked through the mall, glancing at all the stores, Olivia felt Fitz tug on her hand. She looked over at him questioningly, and then he pulled her straight to their right, into Victoria's Secret.

"What the hell?" she giggled. "What?" he asked innocently. "What are we doing in here?" she asked with a laugh. "Shopping" he replied with a shrug. "For…what exactly?" she asked, looking through a table with particularly cute pairs of underwear on it. "You," he said, coming to look next to her.

"Oh, these are cute," she said, getting distracted. "What about those?" he said, pointing to the pair next to them. "You like those?" she asked, looking at the white lacy pair he had indicated. "I like those" he nodded.

She picked them out in her size, and shrugged. They were nice, but she didn't really need any new pairs, so she put them back down. "What, don't put them down!" he said. "Baby, I don't need any" she replied. "Baby, I don't care, I'm getting them for you" he replied. "What? Why?" she asked. "Can't I treat my girl?" he asked. "You always treat me!" she exclaimed. He smiled. "Well then I'm doing something right," he said.

He pointed at the pair he liked again, and gave her that smile he knew she couldn't resist, but she didn't budge. "Livvie, if you don't pick them back up, I'm going to embarrass the both of us in this store," he said. She crossed her arms and smiled at him, thinking his somewhat shy, nervous, self would do no such thing.

"I can't wait to rip those off with my teeth tonight," he said loudly.

She put a hand up to her mouth in disbelief and felt her cheeks blushing a deep, deep red. She could see they were receiving a good number of stares from customers around them. He didn't seem to care a single bit, because he just cocked his head to the side and gave her a smile.

"You are evil!" she giggled, shaking her head and picking them back up. She actually thought it was pretty funny, but she was still too embarrassed to admit it.

"You gotta do what you gotta do" he shrugged. She smacked his arm and laughed. The amount of fun they had doing the stupidest things never failed to amaze her, even if he embarrassed the hell out of both of them.

She picked out five pairs that they both liked, all lacy and very sexy, of course. She thought she would've felt weird about walking around in there with him, when normally she would shop at that kind of store alone. But there were actually a good amount of other couples in the store besides them, although none of the other boyfriends deliberately embarrassed their girlfriends. When she told him that, he just burst into laughter and said that those boyfriends weren't as fun as him, which made her giggle. Yeah, probably true.

After their little Victoria's Secret adventure, they headed back to the car, and started driving to Colonial Beach, which was about a little more than half the distance back to D.C. On the way, they stopped and got some things for the beach that they didn't have with them; towels, some snacks, and beverages.

By the time they got there, the sun was shining high in the sky, and it was pretty hot out. A perfect afternoon for the beach. They grabbed the bag they'd packed with their suits inside, and put everything they'd gotten at the store inside the bag too.

The beach was absolutely beautiful. Olivia had walked around the cute little beach town before, but she'd never actually been to the beach there, so it would be a first for her, as well. It was fairly busy, given that it was Saturday and perfect outside, but they still found a pretty good place to lay their towels after they'd changed into their suits in the bathrooms.

They laid there on their stomachs, side by side, eating popcorn and talking together. He opened his mouth and waited for her to put a piece in his mouth. She did, and then kissed his lips afterward, which made him smile.

"You're looking pretty cute in that hat of yours," he said. "As are you," she said with a smile, admiring his new hat that he, of course, was wearing backwards.

They both had their hands in the sand ahead of them, playing around with it while they laid there silently for a little while. But then she decided to break the silence, and tell him what had been on her mind since he'd gotten there.

"I'm going to have a hard time saying goodbye to you tomorrow," she said quietly. He nodded. "I know. Me too."

"I feel pathetic saying that because we were only apart for a month, and we'll only be apart for one more month before I see you again. It's just…you're everything. And…it's hard when my everything is…five hours away" she said.

He looked over at her with a smile. "Don't feel pathetic for saying that, Olivia. You just can't live without me, plain and simple" he teased. She laughed and punched his arm. "Don't ruin the moment," she said.

He smiled and intertwined their fingers together in the sand. "Livvie, I feel the same exact way as you do. It's hard, but we make it work, right?" he asked. "Yes. Yes, we do" she nodded. He nodded back at her and looked back down at the sand.

"Abby says we're so whipped on each other it's insane," she said with a laugh. He turned to her and shook his head. "What is it with that damn expression? Can't I just love my girl in peace without people saying that?" he asked. "Who else said it?" she asked. "Cyrus" he replied. She raised an eyebrow. "Cyrus told you that?" she asked. "Yeah! He even told me what it meant and everything!" he exclaimed.

"Wait, sweetie, you didn't know what it meant?" she asked. "Uh…not really—no." she giggled at him and put her head on her hands. "God I love you," she said. His face lit up and he leaned in to kiss her. "I love you too."

The rest of their afternoon at the beach was amazing. They took lots of pictures, messed around in the water, and laid on their towels together, holding hands and talking about how much they'd miss each other.

But eventually, they made the rest of the trip back to their D.C. hotel, and by the time they did, it was well into the evening.

They decided to order a little room service for dinner and shower quick, because they were pretty beat and knew they wouldn't be going anywhere else that night. By the time they had both showered and changed, their room service came.

They ate their late dinner together on the bed and reminisced about the last time they had done that; in New York City back in February. What a fun trip that had been. And since then, they'd gone to Dennis's cabin, adventured around Virginia, and in about a month, they'd take on Pennsylvania together. It wasn't much, but she knew she'd always remember these little trips, even if they paled in comparison to the trips they'd maybe take in the future.

And unfortunately, this trip was coming to an end.

She laid on top of his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around him and his wrapped tightly around her. She sucked on the skin at the base of his neck while he leaned his head back in pleasure. And then she continued down his chest.

The lights were off, and they were completely ready for bed. He only wore boxers, and she only wore his T-shirt and her underwear. Her new lacy, white underwear.

And it was late. They were tired after such a long, packed day. But she was making it clear that their wonderful day was still not over.

"You want to?" he asked. "Yes," she nodded shyly. "I'm still waiting for you to do what you said you were going to do in Victoria's Secret today" she giggled. He smiled, and flipped them over, starting to kiss his way down her shirt, or rather, his shirt, before reaching her waist.

He placed soft kisses on top of the lacy fabric of her underwear, all while holding onto her tightly. She could feel the warmth of his lips, even through the fabric, and it made her ache for him even more.

"You know…" he began. "I'm not sure why they call it Victoria's Secret…" he continued, pressing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs. "Because I can see…everything" he whispered, dragging a single finger down the front of her underwear. And he was right. They were fairly see-through, fortunately for him.

The breath hitched in her throat and she clutched onto his arms. "It isn't really a…secret…anymore. Is it?" he whispered, hooking two fingers inside the top and starting to slide them down. But he didn't slide them down far, before he grabbed onto the waistband with his teeth instead.

She watched him so intently, as he slowly and gently, slid them down her body with his mouth. It was quite possibly the hottest thing she'd ever seen in her entire life. Jesus Christ.

"A man never goes back on his word" he whispered, making his way back up to see her eye-to-eye. She smiled and pulled him down for a kiss, when his fingers began to lift up the bottom of her shirt. They pulled away and she sat up so that he could take it off of her. And there she sat, completely naked and incredibly turned on in front of him.

He was turned on too, that much she knew, because she could see it through his boxers. So she leaned forward and slid them down for him so that he could take them all the way off.

She laid back down on the bed at his request, while he kneeled over her and lined himself up. He pushed in slowly, intertwining his fingers with hers against the pillows. She leaned her head back against the headboard and moaned.

He started to move his hips, while he kissed her exposed neck. He felt so good, but then again, he always did.

She let go of his hands and clutched his hair, while she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him as close as possible. Their breathing quickened and so did their pace. She decided to roll him onto his back and finish what he had started.

He seemed more than happy with her decision because he gripped her ass and let her ride him. His face showed nothing but pleasure as she moved on top of him. "Olivia" he groaned, biting his lip. It was rare to hear him call her by her actual name these days, so she knew he was feeling good.

She rested her hands on his strong abdomen and continued to grind her hips, until she was so close that she had to kiss him in order to keep herself somewhat quiet in the hotel room. He followed suit shortly after her, coming inside of her and muffling his sounds with her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her back and held her tired body there, while they both came down.

She breathed hard against his chest, listening to the sounds of his heavy breathing as well as her own. And then she looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back and kissed her nose, before gently rolling her over and pulling out of her.

He got up and went to the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth that he gently pressed between her thighs to clean her up. "Thank you" she whispered with a smile, running her fingers through his hair. He nodded and gave her a soft kiss, before laying his head down on her chest. His favorite thing to do.

She smiled down at the curly brown hair and tapped the top of his head repeatedly. He turned up to look at her, but she didn't say anything. And he didn't either, he just looked up at her with that sweet look he always gave her.

How someone could look so adoringly at her the way he did, she had no idea. All she did know was that she loved it. And she loved him.

The next day went by in a blur for Olivia. She and Fitz had to get ready for the day and pack up their things fairly early because he had to check out that later that morning.

They met Sandra at a little breakfast place near their hotel, so that Fitz and her could meet. It was very important to Olivia that one of her best friends meet the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She could barely tell anyone about him as it was, so having them meet meant the world to her.

But after breakfast, they headed back to the hotel so that Olivia could get her car.

And just like that, their weekend together was over. They stood in the parking lot, hugging by their cars, just as they had done a month ago outside his apartment.

"Thank you for coming here. It meant everything to me" she whispered. "Of course. Thanks for the adventures" he said with a smile. She smiled back, although she still couldn't stop the tears that began to slide down her cheeks. "Hey," he said softly, wiping her tears away. "Don't cry, pretty girl."

But no matter how hard she tried not to, the tears still fell. She was so attached to him, and it hurt so bad to see him go. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you," he said, giving her a kiss goodbye. "I'll see you in a month, okay?" he asked. She nodded and pulled him in for one more tight embrace.

And then he was gone.

She went back home and made small talk with her parents, and told them that her weekend with Sandra was very good. At least that wasn't a complete lie. Her weekend was very good, and she did spend some of it with Sandra. So that was a plus.

But after talking with them, she went quietly back up to her room. When she got there, she immediately shut the door and turned on some music, determined to lift her spirits a little bit.

She unpacked her bags, and smiled at the shirt Fitz had promised he'd leave with her. He had worn his new Washington Capitals shirt home, so he was able to leave a clean one with her that smelled just like him. It was a simple white T-shirt he liked to wear, and she loved it. She unfolded it, preparing to put it in her bed along with his other one. But a little piece of paper fluttered out.

She laid the shirt on the bed and looked down at the floor in confusion, picking up the paper that had fallen to the ground. She smiled immediately. It was a note, written on the hotel paper pad, in his adorable handwriting.

My dear Olivia,

Thanks for the fun weekend, even though at first I thought we were going to get murdered. That was a close one!

I hope you had as much fun as I did. Enjoy your T-shirt that I promised you. Like I said last night, a man never goes back on his word.

Can't wait to see you in a month, baby.

All my love,

Fitz

P.S. That bed of yours is pretty comfortable ;)

P.P.S. I wrote this when you were in the shower this morning. Really surprised you didn't see that one coming, Livvie? Ha! Love you.

She smiled as she read the entire thing, and laughed at the comment about her bed. Yeah, this bed was sacred ground now, that was for sure.

She found that her boyfriend's sweet note put her in a much better mood. But now she already couldn't wait to see him again.

One more month.

Well, there you go. I originally didn't plan on writing the rest of their weekend together, but then I thought, why the hell not. I figured you'd all like that.

I hope I was right!

Virginia is for lovers, indeed.

Stay tuned and read on!

With Love,

~T