Chicago

The next morning Fitz woke up with a tiny body sprawled out across his. He looked at Olivia who was dead to the world and grinned happily. He had no idea how she was sleeping like she was but neither did he care. She was here and that was all that mattered to him. He put his arms around her and just quietly held on to her. Two days without her had been two days too many. He wasn't ever doing that again. She'd just have to come with him next year.

Today held more seminars and Fitz was bringing Olivia with him. He opted not to go to the ones after lunch so that he and Olivia could enjoy the city all afternoon. He wanted to take her out and let her pick out her own souvenir from Chicago. He'd have to get something for all the women in his life. That meant more shopping than he intended. He wasn't even upset about that. All because the woman he loved was with him and that made everything better.

After laying there for what felt like an eternity, Fitz had to pee. He tried slowly moving to transfer Olivia from his chest to the bed, but every time he moved she clung to him a little tighter. He gave up trying after a few minutes and said, "Liv? Babe? I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." She never opened her eyes but mumbled something and slid off him and resumed sleeping on the mattress.

He relieved his bladder and brushed his teeth. He peeked at her from the doorway and remembered that she owed him a massage. They never got to it last night because she attacked him like a starved animal. He would make her pay up later. He was looking forward to it.

Fitz tip toed back to the bed and crawled in beside her. She immediately crawled back on top of his chest and laid there like she had when he woke up. Fitz shook his head at her. "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"This is my happy place. No more talking." She said with her eyes still closed.

"I thought the beach was your happy place?" He teased.

"No more talking," she chastised groggily.

"Ok. Ok." He whispered.

Thirty minutes later, as much as he hated it, Fitz knew they had to get up. Olivia was not going to like this but it had to be done. Fitz held onto her and scooched to the edge of the bed. Once he was there, he stood up with her in his arms, naked as the day they were born and carried her into the bathroom. She whined sleepily, wrapped her arms around his neck, and asked him what the hell he was doing?

Rip off the bandage Fitz, he told himself. Still holding tightly to Olivia, he turned on the shower and stepped in under the cold spray with her. He kept her away from the shower head but let the cold water run on her skin enough to piss her off.

She screamed like a banshee! "Fitz! What the hell are you doing? This water is freezing!" She sputtered.

Fitz laughed heartily and held her tighter so she couldn't get away. Boy was she trying though! "It's good for the body. Gets the blood flowing!"

"If you get my hair wet, so help me god...!"

Fitz laughed some more. "Your hair is as dry as the desert. Relax woman."

He tried to kiss her but she was not remotely interested. "We are not friends right now." She warned with a glare.

"We're not? Well that's a damn shame because I was going to take you to out to lunch this afternoon followed by some shopping. But we can stay in here if you'd rather. You owe me a massage anyway, so that works too." His face gave no indication of the humor he found in this conversation. But inside he was waiting for her sarcasm or retreat on her stance. Either way it was bound to be entertaining as hell for him.

"Why am I awake? What am I going to do while you are at the convention until noon? Has that thought entered your master plan?" She shot him a triumphant smirk.

"I thought you could go with me, smartass. But you can stay here and pout if you'd like." He put her down at the back of the shower, grabbed the small hotel soap, and began washing his body. "And when I get back from lunch and shopping I'll tell you all about it. Is that what you'd rather do?"

Shopping in Chicago would be fun. Lunch with Fitz would be a nice treat too. She didn't want to admit either of those things to him though. She knew he was feeling pretty proud of himself for coming up with a plan to not leave her out of the day. Damn him and his perfect ways. "Whatever you want to do is fine with me," she said offhandedly.

Fitz smiled into the shower head. He had her right where he wanted her. And she had unknowingly left the door open for him to get some more of what he wanted. She'd learn sooner or later. After rinsing the soap off, he turned to her and said, "I want to do this." He sank to his knees, threw one of her legs over his shoulder, and feasted on her core. The banshee screaming was back and it drove Fitz on for more.

Olivia tried to chastise herself for not choosing her words more carefully, but she couldn't form a coherent thought at the moment because of what Fitz was doing to her body. She slapped a palm on the shower wall, threw her head back, and moaned loudly. Her knees were feeling weak and she grabbed a handful of his short hair as an anchor.

He never stopped. His tongue was relentless. On a mission to drive her over the brink as loudly as he could get here there. She was chanting his name over and over as her legs started to shake. Fitz could tell that she was almost at that place. His right arm went between her legs, under her butt, and around to her hip where he held on tightly. His left hand snaked between her legs where he inserted one very long finger into her heat with a furious pace.

Olivia could no longer stand. She leaned her back up against the wall of the shower while Fitz held her. And continued to destroy her. She could only take what he was giving. She was begging him to finish her.

And then her scream pierced the steam filled room. Fitz hummed on her sensitive spot and she almost flew out of his grasp. She was still shaking from the spasms of her orgasm when Fitz planted a kiss on her lower lips and released his hold on her, leaving her to stand on her own. He went back under the spray of the shower and hummed some happy tune. He turned around to make sure she was ok and said, "So are you with me today?"

Still reeling from the damage he had caused, she looked up at him through messed up hair and heavy breathing and said, "MmmmHmmm."

"Ok then. We're leaving in thirty minutes." He stepped out of the shower, leaving Olivia alone gaping at his back.

They walked through the exhibit floor hand in hand. Fitz couldn't keep the satisfied grin off his face as the two of them stopped at booths and chatted to the vendors and chefs. Olivia was getting into the spirit of the exhibits and sometimes started up conversations with the people running the booths on Fitz's behalf. He let her ask her questions about whatever was being shown with great pride.

As they were rounding a corner, Fitz heard Grace's voice calling him from behind them. Olivia heard Fitz whisper, "I'll tell you about it later" before they turned around to face her. "Grace!' Fitz said. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."

Grace smiled at him and eyed Olivia as well as their joined hands.

"I'm sorry. Grace, this is Olivia Pope, my girlfriend. Liv, this is Grace Pilkington. We went to college together." Fitz explained.

The two women exchanged 'nice to meet you's'. "I'm sorry, did you say Pilkingston?" Olivia asked. "That name sounds familiar."

Fitz looked behind him in an effort to not let his rude but proud of Olivia grin be seen by the two women. He turned around as Grace sweetly replied, "Pilkington. There's no s."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Olivia apologized as she smiled as sweetly as Grace's voice.

"Grace wanted to get together one night and have dinner, but it hasn't worked out with our schedules." Fitz told Olivia.

"How about tonight?" Olivia offered. Fitz squeezed her hand a little harder but she ignored him. "Any friend of his is a friend of mine. I bet you have lots of Fitz stories? I'd love to hear them." Olivia grinned.

"I thought we were having dinner together tonight though?" Fitz asked.

"Uhhh no. You said we were having lunch together and shopping afterwards. Nothing about dinner was mentioned." Olivia replied. Served him right after his shenanigans in the shower.

"I actually had dinner plans for tonight, Liv. Remember? You owe me...dinner." He tried.

Grace knew something was up with the two of them but decided not to pry. It would be rude after all. So she just smiled and watched the chemistry between them sparkle. "We can do it some other time if you'd rather?"

"No no. I insist," Olivia offered. "It'll be fun to get to know someone from his past. Besides," she began slipping an arm around Fitz's waist, "I can treat him to dinner another night. He really loves his dinner."

Fitz choked on his chuckle and smiled at the two women. "Tonight is fine. Liv can treat me to a nightcap afterwards." He reached his hand down and patted her ass.

Olivia gave Grace her phone number so they could figure out a meeting place and time later on. The two of them told Grace goodbye and continued walking around the corner. They came to a door leading out to the hotel lobby and Fitz grabbed her hand once more and pulled her out the door behind him. She was grinning and eager with anticipation the entire time.

He looked around the lobby and found a janitor's closet. No one was paying them any attention so he pulled her inside and slammed the door. She was giggling like a kid. "What the hell, Liv? I don't want to go to dinner with her. Besides, you owe me a massage and we aren't leaving Chicago until I get it!"

"Shut up you big baby and kiss me." She demanded.

Fitz put his hands on her hips and picked her up. He set her down on top of a big box of toilet paper and ravaged her mouth. Olivia broke the kiss and moved into his neck, kissing her way down his chest. "You know, for someone so small, you sure are lippy."

Olivia pulled the front of his polo shirt up and began kissing his chest as she unbuttoned his jeans. She was making appreciative noises at his impressive chest. "Do you want to keep on whining or would you like for me to use my lippy lips on you now?"

All he could do was shake his head mutely.

"You're gonna have to be more specific, babe." She teased.

"Come on, Liv." He said.

"I dunno. That sounds a lot like whining to me. Maybe you're coming down with something? Should I call my mother to check?" She was thoroughly enjoying putting him on the spot.

Fitz shoved her hands away from the crotch of his jeans and pulled the zipper down himself. He hurriedly pulled them and his boxer briefs down his to his knees. His impressive erection sprung free and at complete attention. "You talk too much, Miss Pope. Show me what you can do with this."

Olivia raised her eyebrows accepting his challenge. She hopped off the box, squatted in front of him, and licked her lips before taking him into her mouth. She heard Fitz's sharp intake of breath while she continued to work his length. Now it was he who was moaning, cursing swiftly, and telling her he loved her. She ran her tongue over the tip of him and he grabbed a handful of her hair.

She took as much of his hard length as she could possibly get down her throat and continued the action repeatedly while she held onto his ass. He was getting loud with his moans of ecstasy and she briefly wondered if anyone would come bursting through the door to see what was going on? The thought of it was kind of a thrill as she kept sucking him while he moved his hips with her mouth. She bobbed her head faster and faster until he was barely breathing, and Olivia knew that he was trying to hold back. It was useless as she kept up the quickened pace and she eventually heard Fitz gasp, "Liv, I'm about to come" followed by "OHGOD! And ,"Fuck, babe!""

She kept the pressure on his softening member as she let it slide out of her mouth and she made sure every drop was gone. She wiped her chin and looked up at him. He had his eyes closed and appeared to be exhausted. "Welcome to the club."

"What club? What are you talking about, woman?" He said through labored breathing.

"I bet you feel like you could sleep for a few hours huh? That's exactly how I feel after you've worked me over too..."

"Let's go take a nap!" He suggested in a lust filled voice.

She chuckled at him and got in his ear to whisper. "We've got about three minutes before someone opens that door to find out who the hell is dying in here, thanks to your screaming. You can sleep later. Are you with me?"

Fitz reluctantly pulled his underwear and jeans back up and tucked, zipped, and buttoned so everything was in place. He looked at her smirking face and said, "I hate it when you throw my words back at me." He pecked her lips once, grabbed her hand, and said, "But I love it when you do what you do."

The two of them peeked out the door and when the coast was clear, walked out into the lobby. They walked thirty feet away, stood in front of the elevators, and waited. Sure enough, not long after, two guys in janitor uniforms timidly opened the door Olivia and Fitz had just been behind. He looked at her and said, "Smartass. Do you always have to be right?"

"No. But I do enjoy it when I am." She stuck her tongue out at him and they went back to their room.

It was a beautiful beginning to fall and even the wind wasn't terrible. So they started out walking. After enjoying a deep dish pizza at Lou Malnati's Fitz took Olivia for some shopping. It felt like they walked fifteen miles that afternoon. But Fitz barely noticed and never complained. They window shopped at the fancy high end stores at North Bridge. They walked around Water Tower Place and enjoyed the architecture there. And they ended their afternoon out by going to the stores at The Magnificent Mile.

Everything was so expensive, but the women in his life demanded souvenirs. So Fitz got them something to fit their personalities. Shopping for women was kinda fun if you took your time and thought about the person you are buying the gift for, Fitz decided. As for Olivia, she had chosen a pair of shoes from a store with hundreds of pairs to choose from in all colors and designs. After spending forty-five minutes in the store, Olivia had chosen the pair she wanted and Fitz paid for them. He got a kiss on the cheek for it. Olivia paid for another pair of shoes and explained to Fitz that they were for. He smiled at her thoughtfulness and agreed that it was a good idea.

They went back to their hotel room and dropped all their bags on the floor as they continued to the bed in hopes of a short nap. It had been a long but fun day and a quick snooze would definitely help. Olivia kicked off her shoes and fell facedown on the already made up bed. Fitz fell beside her on his back and Olivia was quick to lay across it as he held her close.

An hour later they woke up feeling much better and completely rested. Olivia rested her chin on his chest and reached up to touch his short curls. Fitz tucked a stray hair from her face to behind her ear and then wound his arms around her little body. They smiled at each other, completely content with where they were.

Fitz figured this was probably his last chance and suddenly his face changed from a smile to one full of pain. Olivia moved off of his chest, sat up, and quickly asked, "Fitz? What's the matter? Are you ok?"

"It hurts." He moaned.

"What hurts? Tell me where it hurts!" Olivia's hands started feeling around his body for the source of the pain. She briefly wondered if he was having a flare up from the accident he had been in a few weeks ago? "Should I call your doctor?"

Shit. She was taking this way too seriously. He had to change tactics before she killed him in a minute. "Uhh no. It's my back. It hurts a lot. I think a massage would really fix it up." He flashed her a wicked grin.

"Fitzgerald Grant! Are you kidding me right now?" She moved to the edge of the bed to get up but he grabbed her and brought her angry, fighting against him, tiny self against his chest.

"You know you love me." He said playfully. "It was all that walking today."

She refused to look at him as he laughed and held her close. Eventually Olivia began to smile even though she really didn't want to. He was so damn slick. And adorable. And he had spent the entire afternoon shopping without a single complaint. She supposed she could give him a massage. She thought back to what the two days apart had been like and remembered that she really had missed him. A massage was such a small thing. "Fine. Get your clothes off before I change my mind."

Fitz moved like a blur stripping as fast as possible and laid on his stomach back on the bed. He couldn't believe she had said yes. He was better than he thought.

Olivia went to one of her bags and picked up the scented oil she had bought earlier that afternoon while Fitz had been distracted. He wasn't the only one who was on his game this trip. She took off her own clothes except for her lace panties and climbed onto his back, straddling him.

She poured a tiny amount of oil on her palm and rubbed them together. Once they were lightly coated she poured a little more on his back between his shoulders and began rubbing it in. She started at his shoulders and kneaded the skin and muscles there. He really was tight. Fitz groaned in satisfaction under her. She smiled to herself as she continued to rub his muscles until they were like putty.

Once his shoulders were relaxed, Olivia went to work on his back. She rubbed and massaged him and added more oil as needed. He felt boneless under her and she wondered if he had fallen asleep more than once. But every so often he would groan and she knew that he was fully awake.

When she got his lower back loosened up, she slid down his legs and rubbed his ass. She waited for him to complain, but of course he didn't. After playing there for a few minutes she went down his legs, rubbing as she went. When she felt that he was completely limbered up, she made her way up to his back again and laid on top of him. She asked, "Do you feel better now?"

Fitz rolled to his side and neatly dumped her onto the bed. He covered her body with his and pecked her lips. "That was amazing. Why haven't you given me a massage before now?"

She gave him a bland stare. "Because you never asked."

"Thank you. I really do feel much better." He leaned down and touched his lips to hers and deepened the kiss. Olivia had been waiting for this and wound her hands around his neck and felt his very gifted tongue slide into her mouth. She hummed in appreciation.

And then Fitz pried her wrists off his neck and said, "Now it's my turn to give you a massage." He flipped her over onto her back and saw the oil sitting on the nightstand. He picked it up and did exactly what she had done to him. He rubbed her muscles from her shoulders down to her feet.

Olivia was in heaven. Why didn't they do this more often? This man had almost no flaws at all. Truth be told, it was kind of turning her on feeling his hands on her skin, rubbing out all of the soreness and tension from her body. Not to mention the fact that he was naked behind her. "Babe?"

"Hmmm?" Fitz said absently as he rubbed her calves.

"I want...Ohmygod that feels so good right there." She moaned.

"It did when you did it to me too. I thought you'd appreciate it too. What is it you want?" He had been holding her bent leg but he abruptly dropped it onto the bed and crawled over her legs. "I bet I can guess."

"No you're never gonna gue..."

The breath was suddenly taken from her lungs as Fitz grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees, effectively putting her ass into the air in front of him. He reached over her body to the nightstand and picked up the bottle of oil and rubbed it on himself.

"Fitz!"

"Quiet." He commanded. He pulled her legs apart and settled his body between them. He lined himself up and pushed himself all the way into her. He gave her a minute to adjust and leaned over her back to whisper, "I wanted you the entire time you were loosening me up." Fitz repeatedly hammered in and out of her without slowing down while she screamed and moaned and bit on the pillow under her head.

The sound of skin slapping skin was echoing throughout their room along with his grunts and her heavy breathing. Olivia's phone began to ring from the night stand. "Don't you dare answer that phone, Liv." Fitz warned.

She reached for it to see who it was. "It's Grace." She told Fitz. "I have to answer it. You need to stop for a minute."

"I'll slow down but I'm not stopping. And we are not going to dinner with her. Try me."

Olivia looked over her shoulder and noticed the daring smirk he wore. He had indeed slowed down to a snail's pace. She didn't know which felt better? She grabbed her phone, pushed a button, and said, "Hello?" Fitz pushed back into her and she hit the mute button so she could groan in satisfaction.

"Olivia, this is Grace. I'm sorry to bother the two of you but I wanted to see where you two would like to go to dinner tonight and what time we should meet up?"

"Hi, Grace. Ummmm. We would love to go to dinner with you..." Fitz went back to hammering in and out of her and reached around to rub vicious circles on her most sensitive spot. She closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth. She hated him for this. But he was so very good at it. Olivia tried hard to keep her voice even and said, "but we probably won't be able to make it tonight. I'm not feeling very well." Olivia lied. Fitz moved his hand and went back to the slower pace.

"Oh, that's terrible. Can I do anything to help? Grace offered.

"NO. THANK. YOU!" Olivia said overexcitedly through gritted teeth. "Fitz is giving me some...medicine right now." She heard him whisper 'hell yea I am' behind her and she rolled her eyes. "I'm sure I'll be fine soon. But thank you for understanding. Maybe next time."

"Ok, Olivia. Have a good evening. Feel better soon. Bye." Grace chirped.

Olivia didn't say anything else. She ended the call and threw her phone across the room and went back to concentrating on what he was doing to her. Fitz smacked her ass once and said, "That's my girl." And he went back to taking her hard and fast.

The next night at the closing session multiple awards were given out for various reasons. The speaker announced the last award as everyone watched, mostly bored. "The last award of the night is presented by someone all of you have heard of. He's been a highly successful pastry chef for years. He's most known for his television show 'The Ace of Cakes'…"

"Holy shit!" Fitz whispered in a reverent tone.

"What's the matter?" Liv asked in a panic.

"His restaurant Charm City Cakes in Baltimore has been featured on the Food Network..."

"Holy shit!" Fitz repeated.

"What is it?" Liv asked.

"Please welcome, Duff Goldman."

The room erupted in thunderous applause, with Fitz leading the way. Olivia looked over at him and wondered why he was fangirling so hard over this bald guy?

Duff stood up to the microphone and said, "Thank you very much." The applause died down some and he spoke again. "Thank you. I love coming to these conferences whenever I can so I can keep up with the newest trends in cooking and baking. It's so exciting to see how far the industry has come from when I started out. It really is amazing. This last award is now officially dubbed The Duff Goldman award. It is an award to recognize the person who thinks outside the box with their company. To someone who goes the extra mile in a super creative way to involve others in the process of our craft." He pulled out the piece of paper from his shirt pocket and said, "The very first Duff Goldman Award goes to Fitzgerald Grant and his bakery The Sweet Spot in New York."

Olivia's mouth gaped open. Holy shit indeed! This was Fitz's hero saying his name. Saying he had won an award named for his hero. The very first one too! Holy shit! She looked over at Fitz. He was pale and looked like he was about to pass out. She nudged him but he didn't move. "Fitz!"

"Is Fitzgerald Grant in here by chance?" Duff asked into the microphone as he scanned the room for a someone stepping out of an isle to come and claim it.

"Fitz!" she said louder. "Get your ass up there and get your award! I'm going to follow you up there and take a picture of the two of you."

He nodded mutely and they made their way up to the stage. "There he is, ladies and gentlemen." The clapping was back and Fitz stopped walking.

"Move your legs or you will never see me naked again." She whispered behind him.

That seemed to do the trick. He walked up on the stage and stared at Duff. "Fitzgerald won this award for his creative idea to allow kids of all ages to decorate cupcakes inside his bakery on the Fourth of July. It was a huge hit by kids and parents. Congratulations, Fitz. May I call you Fitz?"

Fitz just nodded and smiled. A professional took their picture as Duff presented Fitz with the award and shook his hand. Liv snapped a few on her phone. She was so proud of him.

The thunderous applause returned as Fitz walked off the stage and returned to his seat with Olivia. "Holy shit! That was awesome! I'm so proud of you!"

"Did that just happen? Did Duff Goldman just shake my hand? Holy shit!" Fitz exclaimed with the biggest smile she had ever seen on his face. "Best trip ever!" He said, putting his arm around Olivia while clinging to his award.