Unstoppable—Lianne La Havas

My head's held high when we walk down the line, honey
Arm-in-arm through the clear night sky
Let's be at peace, we'll fly
Our hearts collide
Can't escape the magnetic side

MAY

"Well…" Olivia pulled back the curtains and opened the wide French doors to the balcony. "Here we are."

Fitz finished setting the bags at the foot of the bed and walked up behind her. "Here we are." His hands rested on her hips and his head on her shoulder. "This is Cannes."

Chase's film would premiere the next day, and Fitz's film would premiere two days after that. It was unprecedented that a (soon to be) married couple would have two films selected, but they did. Their work was amongst the few films that were selected out of the hundreds of submitted films. Chase submitted his film and documentary out of competition, so that both could be played as a double feature.

Due to the intensive wedding planning, house decorating, and press for their films, they had not had too much down time. The house was built with final landscaping and interior design being finished. The wedding was completely worked out. All they had to do was show up. Fitz had worked out some major distribution deals that would be finalized after the premiere. Now, they just had to step into the shoes of pure glamour and be praised for their hard work.

Olivia felt his hands unzip the back of her dress. His hands slid the straps off of her shoulders. The dress fell to her ankles. She allowed herself to be seduced by his overpowering scent of cologne and man as he unclasped her bra, leaving her in just her underwear.

The scene in front of her was painted like a landscape. The blue Mediterranean and gorgeous coastline. The air was cool and pleasant as it hit her naked body. Fitz used his right hand to grope her breast as his left hand grabbed hers and slid down to the beginning of her thighs. He guided her fingers to her pussy. The evidence of her arousal coated both of their fingers.

His breath was warm against her ear in a whisper. "You are so wet, Livvie."

She threw her head against his shoulder as he began to pleasure her with her own fingers. She grabbed the hair on the back of his head with one hand, tugging on his curls. His mouth was kissing and biting along her shoulder. Olivia was completely at his mercy.

He backed her against the wall, and stood in front of her. Her mouth was immediately attached to his, kissing and sucking on his tongue. Her hands were rapidly unbuttoning his shirt as she ripped it off of his shoulders. They made one moment of steamy eye contact before Fitz went down on his knees, kissing down her torso and pulling her lacy underwear down in the process.

He pulled Olivia's leg over his shoulder and placed kisses up her thigh. Olivia braced herself for the sensations she had been missing. Her left hand was buried deep in his curls. Her engagement ring sparkling through the locks of hair.

"I've missed the way you taste." Fitz mumbled into her as he began to lick all over her sex. Olivia's knees nearly bucked as he slipped one, then two, fingers into her. Her loud moans and cries urged him on as he brought her to her orgasm. He pulled her leg back down and rose, pinning her against the wall.

He waited for her breath to calm and her eyes to open. When her big, brown eyes finally locked into his, he swept her off of her feet, carrying her to the bed. Olivia stood on her knees on the bed as she kissed Fitz. Her hands were set to unbutton his pants as her mouth skipped from neck to jaw to mouth to cheek.

There was a knock on the door of their hotel suite.

"Fuck." Olivia pulled away.

"They'll go away." Fitz mumbled, pulling her back to him.

"No, they won't. It's my dress. I forgot Givenchy was sending it over as soon as we checked in." She climbed off of the bed to go find a robe. She noticed their clothes strung across the room. "Fitz, pick that up!"

When they had erased any obvious evidence of their previous activity, Olivia answered the door. A girl with two assistants brought in a large hanging bag and laid it out on the bed, along with an elaborate floral arrangement from Riccardo Tisci, himself.

"That's a big bag." Fitz commented as he came out of the other room with a t shirt on.

"Riccardo veut que vous assurez-vous qu'il convient." The girl asked if Olivia would try it on one last time.

"Of course." Olivia agreed, before turning to Fitz. "Fitz, we need the room."

He raised an amused eyebrow. "I forgot you spoke French."

"Au revoir." Olivia winked, waving him out of the room.

Olivia slipped into the dress to make sure it still fit. It was a hefty ball gown. Thick garnet material began in a sweetheart neckline and hugged her body tightly before skirting out just below her butt. The material was stiff and classic, giving her an Old Hollywood essence. Olivia slipped on the white elbow length gloves.

"Magnifique." Olivia smiled, as an assistant hung a loaned Cartier necklace that was worth a solid six figures.

"Merci." The girl replied, putting the gown back in the bag and hung it against the armoire.

They left, leaving Olivia alone. "Fitz, you can come back out." She loosened her robe, to where she was half exposed by the time he walked out. He was nursing a scotch in his hand from the mini bar. He was shirtless, once again.

"Where were we?" Olivia smirked as she took the glass from him and took a sip.

"Before you started speaking that incredibly sexy language?"

Olivia pushed him to sit on the edge of bed. She straddled his lap, grazing her lips across his cheek "J'ai envie de t'embrasser."

"And what does that mean?"

"I want to kiss you." Olivia kissed him, pushing him to lay on his back. "Je veux passer ma vie avec toi."

"Hm?"

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She intertwined her fingers in his, raising them above their heads.

"How do I say 'You are my life?'"

"Tu es ma vie."

"Tu es ma vie, Livvie."

/

The next morning, Olivia and Fitz had breakfast with the entire cast from her film. Most of them had not seen each other since filming had wrapped, so it was nice to catch up. Their film had an afternoon screening, so Olivia changed into a silver halter dress that barely grazed her knees. The dress had tiny silk petals at the hem. She wore her hair down in long, loose curls with her bangs pulled back to the side.

Chase and Olivia began their press tour. Because Olivia was the biggest name in the film, and Chase had garnered buzz with his involvement with Jake Ballard's trial, they did multiple interviews together. Olivia had interview after interview by herself. Anna had managed to set up every spare minute of her day doing press.

At 2:00, Olivia had thirty minutes until it was time to do the red carpet. The film started at 3. She called Fitz, who had been left to himself for most of the day. She didn't have time to go back to the hotel, so he agreed to meet her on the beach in front of the festival.

"Hi." She couldn't stop her grin, as she walked up behind him. He was wearing a spring suit with his shirt unbuttoned at the top and his shoes in his hand.

"Hi." He kissed her chastely on the lips. "How has your day gone?"

"Tiring, but good. I like it here."

"How is Chase taking all of this?"

"He loves it." This was Chase's first feature film, and first film garnering this much buzz and excitement. "He reminds me of where I was two years ago. So wide eyed. Not really taking all of it in, but trying to. It's such a young cast and crew that it's like I'm experiencing all of this for the first time, too. "

"Have you eaten?"

"No. Breakfast has held me over well."

"I brought you a sandwich just in case." He held out a saran wrapped Panini.

"Thank you." She took it as they walked down the beach.

The air was so warm, and the water was so blue. The sand felt so good between their toes. Fitz's arm draped over her shoulder felt so right. Olivia wanted to go splashing into the water, but she knew she had to return her dress and stay put together for the red carpet.

When their break was up, they went to join the rest of the crew on the carpet. They spent thirty minutes taking individual pictures as well as cast pictures. When it was time for the film to premiere, they all went inside.

As they settled into their seats, Fitz observed Olivia. He remembered how nervous she was watching the film in her home while Chase visited for Christmas, but she was on a whole new level of nerves. As per usual, he offered his hand to be clasped and squeezed through the racy parts of the movie. It was weird to see his fiancé's—soon to be wife's—breasts displayed on a massive screen in a steamy love scene. Yet, the movie was just as captivating as when he saw it five months earlier.

After the feature finished, the hour and a half documentary played. Olivia had yet to see the documentary, but she trusted Chase fully. It was astounding. She had to control the tears coming down her face at times—with some help from Fitz's handkerchief. Her help with the protests and filmmaking process was very notable. She found herself cheesing when Aaliyah was interviewed. It was a little raw for her, reliving the events that happened.

When the final credits began to roll, Olivia released Fitz's hand with a deep, relieved sigh. She leaned over to Chase, who was sitting a seat away from her.

"Incredible," She mouthed, patting him on the knee.

There was a standing ovation as Olivia and the rest of the cast and crew took to the stage. There was a panel discussion for the press, where they answered questions about the film.

"I have a question for Olivia."

"Yes?" Olivia leaned into the microphone.

"What brought you onto this film?"

"The script, for sure. I mean, I had not met any one of these beautiful souls before I auditioned. I was looking for something crisp and new, and this was it. I didn't expect to be adopted into such an awesome film family, and to learn so much from this whole process."

"Could you elaborate on that? What did this film teach you?"

"The fact that it paralleled an important moment in our current history. It really put the whole message into perspective. As an actress, you research their history and personality. You imagine and pretend to feel what they were feeling. But, with this particular project, I felt connected to my character in ways I wasn't anticipating. I wasn't acting, as much as I was feeling. It was beautiful. I don't know if I will ever experience that again, so I cherished every second of it."

"Chase." Another reporter spoke up. "What fascinated you the most about the Stonewall Riots, and why did you choose this story?"

"I was raised by my two mothers. While they were way too young to participate in the riots, I could easily see them fighting for their own rights in a situation like that. The universal theme of justice is such an important concept to me. It just fell together so naturally."

When the final questions were over, Olivia and Fitz split from the crowd. They were informed of the multiple parties they were invited too, but Fitz could tell how exhausted Olivia was.

"Why don't we…" Fitz snaked his arm around her waist. "Go back to the hotel room, slip into those big fluffy robes, and order room service?" He sealed his proposal with a kiss to her temple as they walked away from the crowd. "We have all day tomorrow and the next night to party."

"That sounds perfect."

So they did just that—trading their fancy outfits for the soft pillows and bed sheets.

The next day, they spent all day on a friend's yacht in the Mediterranean. Olivia wore peach high-waisted shorts with a white button down shirt tied up at her waist. Fitz wore light khakis rolled up at the ankle with a navy blue t shirt. They enjoyed their time drinking mimosas and chatting with the other guests.

At one point, Olivia broke away from the crowd and walked to the bow of the boat. The French Riviera was a line along the horizon. The water was peppered with a handful of other yachts, all a far distance away. She leaned against the railing, letting the sea breeze rustle her hair. She didn't notice Fitz standing behind her, observing her. He was always taken by her beauty, even in the simplest times.

He walked up behind her, putting his hands over hers on the railing, intertwining their fingers. She instinctively leaned back against him.

"I like this life." Olivia said, kissing his arm. "This lifestyle of the Riviera. The yachts and fashion and mimosas and absolutely no worries."

Fitz chuckled deeply, "Do you want a yacht. We can get a yacht."

"Hmm, no. We don't need one… How much do you think it would cost?"

"A boat this size would probably run at about twenty million brand new. Maybe fifteen if it was used."

Olivia let out a low whistle. "I could be in a superhero movie. Take on a couple more endorsements. You could direct spit out a Disney film—I hear they pay well. We could fill it with beautiful people and expensive wine. We could travel the world."

"If you want the world I'll get it for you." Fitz kissed her temple.

Olivia turned in his arms, "All that I want," she palmed his cheek, "You have already given me."

"They just anchored the boat. Do you want to go swimming?" Fitz asked, already knowing the answer to his question.

They changed into their swimsuits, joining the rest of the guests in the water. When Olivia emerged from the changing room in one of her signature white bikinis, she caught Fitz staring.

"It's rude to stare, you know."

"It's rude to impose a week of celibacy before our wedding date, and look that good."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "You have five more days before that begins, so quit complaining. And it's not like we don't have a lifetime to follow."

Olivia ran off of the diving board, gracefully swan diving into the clear water. Fitz followed with a loud cannonball.

After swimming around, Olivia laid . She untied the top strings of her bikini so no lines would show on the next night's gown or wedding dress. Although Olivia was trying her best to relax under the pleasant sun, she couldn't ignore Fitz's hungry stare from the other deck chair.

She summoned him with a twist of her finger. He was sitting sideways between her legs in seconds.

"Stop." She said sternly, despite the smile creeping around the corners of her mouth.

"Doing what?"

"It's rude of you to look at me like that, when we are drifting in the middle of the sea."

"I'm wearing sunglasses, so you don't know where I'm looking." Fitz looked up at the horizon and the approaching shore. Olivia couldn't help but think how sexy he looked with his sea breeze tousled hair and aviators. "Besides, we will be docking in about thirty minutes. Be patient. I can have my way with you in a little while."

Fitz leaned forward to kiss her. "I'm going to go get something to drink. Would you like anything?"

"I'll just have a water, thank you." Olivia reached to tie her swimsuit straps back in place.

"Hey… Don't do that yet." Fitz winked as he left her rolling her eyes at him.

/

Olivia woke up to an empty bed. Annoyance set in on her half-awake mind as she wondered where her fiancé went. She felt along the cold sheets until her hand hit a paper. She opened her eyes, she found a rose and a note.

Had to go down to get some work done.

Olivia held the rose to her nose, letting the soft petals tickle her cheek. Olivia glanced at the clock. She was in no rush to get out of bed, but she had some shopping to do while she was in the area. So, she showered and dressed in a simple sun dress. After calling a cab, Olivia sent Fitz a text.

OLIVIA: I loved my morning surprise. I have some errands to run, so I will let you do your thing today. I'll be back by three to be ready by five. Love you. Speak your truth during press today. Everybody is going to love it.

A couple of minutes later, she got a response.

FITZ: Thank you, I love you.

Olivia took a cab to a couple of wine shops on her radar, stocking up on rare finds. She went to a couple of boutique home décor shops to look for any finishing touches on their home. There was one boutique that Elle Reynolds had recommended with a twinkle in her eyes. In her words, it was a "must visit before the big day" type of place. Olivia walked into its chic storefront to find herself immersed in daintily sewn lingerie.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle." A sales associate politely appeared by her side.

"Bonjour." Olivia smiled kindly.

"Puis-je vous aider?" -Can I help you with anything?

Olivia paused, trying not to let her embarrassment show on her face. "Je me marie dans une semaine…" -I'm getting married in a week…

"Aha!" The clerk lit up, catching her direction. He guided her to a lounging couch and offered her refreshments before pulling out samples for her to peruse. It wasn't long before she had selected the perfect set. Her heart was in flutters as she checked out. She couldn't wait to see Fitz's face when he undressed her on their wedding night.

/

Fitz came back to the hotel room after his day of press. He knew that Olivia and her team of stylists were away at work in the bedroom by the sound of their jokes in French.

"Liv, I'm back. I just need to shower."

"Okay!" She called back. "You know the drill. No peeking."

"Are you going to make me wait even after we are married?"

"Probably."

After he showered and changed into his tuxedo, Olivia was ready. He was sitting in the other room, thumbing through the cards on all of the floral arrangements she received for her film. When she stepped into the room, he immediately stood up.

"Wow." He took in her ensemble.

"Thank you." She crossed the room to one of her shopping bags from her day. She pulled out a bottle. "I didn't want you to have to suffer the hotel minibar tonight, and this caught my eye, so…"

She handed him the rare bottle of Scotch.

"Wow." A grin spread across his face.

Olivia grabbed two glasses and poured their drinks. "To us." She clinked hers against his.

"To us."

They took a sip, and Olivia couldn't help but wince at how it burned her throat. Fitz soothed it with a kiss, letting her taste the flavor off of his tongue. His hands wandered around her waist to the small of her back, which was hugged tightly by her dress.

"I like this dress." He murmured against her lips.

"Mmm, yeah, well it is couture…" Olivia felt his fingers splay out across her ass. She reached behind herself and intertwined her fingers into his. "Which means it needs to stay in perfect condition tonight."

"We can be careful." He was relentless. "We only have four more days to fornicate with until you are my wife."

"You make that sound so romantic." Olivia joked as she kissed him, maneuvering out of his grasp. She found her gloves, pulling them up her arms. "Ready?"

"Ready."

/

After the main pictures were done on the carpet, Olivia accompanied Fitz to do some red carpet interviews at his insisting.

"Olivia, I have to say congratulations on your film premiered earlier. I thought it was astounding."

"Thank you, very much." Olivia beamed, graciously.

"So, I have a question for the both of you. Who is more awkward about the love scenes Olivia has to do?"

They shared an awkward laugh, not sure who should answer it.

"I think I probably do. I always bury my face and look away at my own scenes." Olivia spoke up, laughing charismatically. "In all seriousness, we are professionals about it. He's been in the business a long time, and he directs them so we know the difference between real and fake."

"There has been strong Oscar buzz surrounding both of your films. What will you do if they are pitted against each other come awards season?"

"Whoever loses does laundry for a month." Fitz joked.

"That segways into my next question: when is the big date?"

"Soon." Olivia said, politely. "That is all I'm going to say."

"Alright, well I'll let you two go. We all look forward to seeing your film tonight, Fitz."

"Thank you." He nodded, as he took Olivia's hand, leading her up the stairs.

After Fitz gave the introduction to the film on the stage, it was his turn for his nerves to take over. He was silent and calm throughout the premiere, but Olivia could tell that on the inside he was flipping out. As being someone who had been there with him through it all, she knew how much this film meant to him.

It was because of this film that they let Cyrus back in, resulting in the whole voting fraud incident. She remembered how excited he was in the beginning, sharing all of the tiny details that came to him before the plot was even finished. Many nights, she would wake up in his empty bed to find him in his office, sketching out frames or reviewing footage.

He wrote the script before they got back together. One night, he told her how he wrote the script with her in mind. Before he knew she would give him a second chance, he was watching her rise to fame quickly. He wanted to get her attention with his work.

She had lent her advice on individual scenes, and read the script, but nothing could compare to watching the final product. When the credits rolled, she snuck a kiss before the lights flicked on and all eyes turned to him.

"That was incredible." She rose with the rest of the audience as they clapped a standing ovation. Olivia was the loudest in the crowd as Fitz went to the stage do to the Q&A session.

They made their rounds from party to party. When they made it back to the hotel room, Olivia changed out of the cocktail dress she wore to the parties. Fitz watched, pouring himself a scotch, as she shed her clothing until she was completely naked.

"I am still in awe of your film, babe." She rambled on as she hung her dress up in the closet. "That scene with the little girl on the balcony… I was holding my breath the entire time. You know, when you were describing that special lens that USC let you use, I had no idea what the hell you were talking about. But when I saw it on screen, I understood. It was brilliant. I don't think I've ever felt so sucked into the mise en scène. I know that Aaron and his friends were blown away. I could see it on their faces after—"

She was stopped mid-sentence as she felt his arms encircle her waist and his mouth latch onto her shoulder.

"Keep talking." Fitz growled as her kissed sloppily along her shoulder blade.

"Your, uh, aesthetics. The coloring differences through the time chang—oh—were pheno…"

His hands spun her around as he kissed her naval. Olivia was breathless as she clawed at his bare back, watching the muscles ripple. He moved to her one of her breasts, sucking roughly on her nipple. He was reminding her just how much every single inch of her belonged to him—and how he had the ultimate control over her.

They sank to the floor, knowing the bed was feet too far away. Fitz's dick was hard and unmistakable against her hip as they were on their knees, clawing for each other's skin. He pulled her onto his lap, pressed his tip against her slit in a way that had her gasping. They locked eyes with nothing but love and insatiable lust behind them. Fitz's hands roughly wrapped around her hips as he pulled her down on him.

"Shit." Someone said as Olivia took control and began to ride him, faster and faster. She was biting his earlobe. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck to him. She was becoming too much for him, with her titties bouncing against his chest. He slid two fingers down to stimulate her clit.

Her reactions were everything to him. He retrieved his soaked fingers from her pussy and offered them for her to suck. Then, he attacked her lips tasting wine and that taste that distinctly belonged to her. His arms were wrapped around the back of her and her arms were thrown over his shoulders. He began raising his hips to meet her frantic pace.

Olivia honestly couldn't tell where her first orgasm merged into her second as she lost all coherent thought. Fitz was passionately kissing her, biting her tongue and soothing it with his, making it hard to breathe. She felt his muscles tense up as he came inside of her, his hips bucking upwards.

They collapsed on the carpet, exhausted against each other. Olivia rested her head on his chest along with her weight. After a couple of minutes of content silence, she couldn't stop a giggle from escaping her lips.

"What?" Fitz mumbled, bringing a hand to trace along her spine.

"We are going to grow old together."

"Well, I sure hope so."

"I mean, we are physically going to grow old. I'll get grey hair. I can't imagine you getting a potbelly or anything, but who knows. Our knees will get achy."

"Your point?"

"We can't have this soul shattering sex when we are eighty."

"It might not be like what we witnessed just now, but I can assure you that we will be having sex and it will be soul shattering."

"Can't wait." She kissed his chest, filled with visions of them aging together, hand in hand.

I hoped my use of French in this chapter wasn't too confusing. I, myself, used the hell out of Google translate because I suck at all things foreign language.

I'll see you guys next time. What do ya say we get these two hitched? Please share your thoughts on this chapter with me below!