"So there is a flight leaving the Friday at 3pm. Then, we can come back the Sunday around 8pm. That should leave us enough time to visit everything, what do you think?" Fitz asked staring at his computer screen, checking flights for Boston.
They were once again sitting on the couch together at his apartment, both on their computers. They had planned to go to Boston one weekend to visit the apartments they liked and choose one together. Wanting to get rid of it as soon as possible, Fitz had suggested they went there two weeks from now. Then, they could plan the moving in/moving out for August.
"Liv?" He called when he didn't get an answer.
"Hmm." She answered not raising her eyes from her computer.
Fitz turned toward her and found her staring intensely at her computer with a frown and a saddened expression in her eyes.
"Liv? What's wrong?" He asked.
"Hmm, nothing... It's- nothing." She answered as she closed the window she was looking at.
"It doesn't seem like nothing." He noticed worried.
"It's just... I..." She trailed. "Stupid jerks!" She exclaimed as she slammed her computer shut and stood up, walking to the kitchen to get a drink. Fitz followed her, confused by her sudden outbreak.
He found her anxiously opening and slamming drawers shut as she looked for something. After she almost broke the third door, Fitz stepped in front of her and pulled her in for a hug.
At first, she was stiff and refused to respond to the hug, even trying to push him away but he didn't let her. He tightened his hold on her until he finally felt her relaxing and wrapping her arms around his back, burying her face in his shoulder.
He kissed the top of her head and pulled away slightly to look at her. "What happened?" He asked softly.
"I... One of the girls we saw the other day during our date posted on Facebook that she saw us together and it started a whole discussion. They... There are a lot of cruel comments about you and about me."
"Don't let them get to you, sweetheart." He said rubbing her back.
"But they're calling you a creep!" She exclaimed, causing him to flinch at the term. "And a pervert and a cradle robber. And they're saying I slept my way to Harvard. That I don't deserve to go there..." She explained on the verge of tears.
"They're jealous, baby." He said as he brought her face back to his shoulder. He hated seeing her this upset. "They don't know anything about us, they have no idea what they're talking about. They're jealous because you're brilliant and have a bright future ahead of you."
"I don't like that they're talking about you this way." She sniffled into his chest.
"Do you think they're right?" Fitz asked tilting her chin up.
"No. Of course not." She shook her head adamantly.
"Well, that's all that matters." He smiled softly. "Let them talk all they want. Don't let them get to our head and belittle what we have. We know what we have. They can't even understand it."
Olivia nodded and rested her cheek over his heart.
"They're jealous because you have all of this," he gestured toward his body. "And they don't."
Olivia giggled against him and the vibrations soothed him. "Gee, humble much?" She teased.
"I'm just saying it like I see it." He joked with a shrug. "But seriously, don't even bother reading that crap. In a few months it won't even matter. And in the meantime, we're happy and they're bitter. If they need to trash talk other people to feel good about themselves, we should pity them."
"You're right." She nodded. "But wait until Abby sees that. There's going to be some serious hair ripping." She laughed.
"I don't doubt it." He chuckled. "Even I am a little scared of her."
"As long as you're good to me, you're safe." Olivia kissed him and guided him back to the couch.
"Okay so what were you saying about the flights?"
"Oh right." Fitz sat down and grabbed his computer again. "So we get there Friday night, and leave Sunday end of afternoon. I was thinking we could go back to that little French restaurant."
"Sounds good." Olivia smiled before grinning wickedly. "We could also go back to that club." She said huskily, biting her lip.
Fitz groaned and kissed her, pulling her lip out of between her lips. "We are definitely going back to that club. And if you tease me like you did last time, we won't make it back to the hotel." He grinned against her lips and Olivia felt the instant moisture in her panties. She straddled his lap and kissed him desperately.
Fitz hands tangled through her hair before moving to her neck, then roaming down her back until they landed on her ass. It was and had always been his favorite resting place for them. He loved caressing the round mounds and he particularly loved the little whimpers and moans he could get from her when he explored that part of her body.
Olivia started grinding her hips against him faster and he gripped her waist, not wanting to come before he even had a change to undress her. "Slow down, kitten. We have time." He said as he licked the shell of her ear.
"Speak for yourself." She scoffed as she fought against his grip. "I need you now."
"Always eager, kitten. I love that about you." He smiled as he placed open mouth kisses on her neck. "But you're not in control. I am."
"Wanna bet?" She smirked as she moved her hands between them and lowered his zipper, immediately finding his hardened length and gripping it through his boxers. Fitz gasped and bucked his hips into her hands, throwing his head back as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Still think you're in control?" Olivia asked against his ear.
Fitz groaned and fought to recover his sanity. He opened his eyes and what Olivia saw in them had her moaning and rubbing her legs together to quell the ache between them.
He slowly sat up and suddenly pulled her against his chest, holding her just against him. He brought his face closer to hers, until their noses touched and gave her his lopsided grin as their eyes locked. "I am always in control, kitten." He breathed against her parted lips, his voice low and sexy. Olivia turned into a pile of mush and she waited expectantly for his next move.
Fitz picked her up and laid her down on the coffee table in front of the couch. He brought her hands over her head and instructed her to keep them there. He started undressing her slowly, kissing her skin.
Despite his instructions, Olivia couldn't stand having him so close and not touching him. She slightly sat up and started attacking his shirt. Fitz seized her wrists again and brought them back over her head. "Keep them there or I stop everything." He whispered threateningly against her ear.
Olivia whined and arched her back but did as he instructed. If he didn't finish what he started, she would explode. Fitz smirk at her compliance and resumed his torture. When she was naked, he kneeled between her legs and rid himself of his clothing.
Once they were both naked, he just sat on his knees, in front of Olivia and ran his hands over her body. Every time she trembled under his touch or moaned softly, he could feel his cock twitching. He spent a few minutes doing this. He never touched her breasts or her slit. He simply caressed her body, teasing her and arousing her. He could see her juices glistening on her lips and knew he would soon need to be inside her.
But for now, he savored the moment. He loved having her exposed to him, he loved knowing that he could turn her on with the simple touch of his hands, he loved seeing her eyes darkening and her breaths becoming shorter. He was in a state of constant arousal around her and it felt good to know that she wanted him just as badly.
Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He gripped her hips, aligned his length with her entrance and entered her in one swift move. The way her walls closed around him, the look of bliss on her face and the way her mouth opened in the shape of an 'o', a silent breath leaving her hips threatened to send him over the edge.
Despite the many times they'd had sex, the first thrust was always breathtaking. He was always overwhelmed by how tight and warm she was around him and it felt like she was made for him. If he could spend a lifetime of making love to her, it still wouldn't be enough.
He leaned down to cover Olivia with his body, moaning when her tight buds rubbed against his chest. He moved his hands up and down her sides as he thrust into her slowly before resting them on her breasts.
He moved his mouth to her collarbone and licked his way to the hollow of her throat, kissing and sucking her there. He increased the movements of his hips and moved his mouth to her ear. "Bring your hand between your legs, kitten."
Olivia moaned and seized his lips but didn't move her hands. She was either too caught up in the moment or too shy. He bit on her lobe to get her attention and growled again. "Do it, kitten. Now." She moaned again but slowly lowered one of her hands.
Fitz' hand joined hers there and starting moving it on her clit. Olivia wailed and her hips jerked off the table making Fitz smile against her skin. "Who's in control of your body, now?" He grinned.
He moved her fingers in circles over her bundle of nerves and kissed her jaw. "Just like that, kitten. You're doing great. Keep doing that." He coached as his hands left hers to wrap around her backside and sit her up.
He sat back on his heels and moved Olivia on his lap, sliding deeper inside her, causing the movements of her hand to increase in speed. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she continued touching herself. Fitz couldn't take his eyes off the apex of her thighs. The sight of Olivia pleasuring herself was almost painful and when she started contracting around him, he keened helplessly and his hips jerked of their own accord until she came with a loud scream and her head fell forward on his shoulder.
Fitz moaned and increased his thrusts until he was frantically moving into her, desperately searching for his release. He found it a few minutes later and spilled his seed inside her pulsating walls. He kept rocking her on his lap until his thighs burned before collapsing on his side with her.
"So, are you going to acknowledge that I'm in control now?" He joked.
"It's cute that you think I don't just let you be in control." She laughed as she kissed his lips. Fitz groaned and picked her up, carrying her to the bed. For the next two hours, they made love. It didn't matter who was in control as long as they were together.
XXX
A few hours later, they finally left bed to take a shower. With Fitz approval, Olivia had invited her friends over at his apartment but this time, Fitz would stay with them. It was important to her that they got to know him and it was important to him to know that part of her life.
Fitz was nervously running around the kitchen, grabbing anything he thought they would need for a nice afternoon coffee. When he put the same glasses back on the shelves for the third time, Olivia knew she needed to intervene. She walked up to him and pushed on his shoulders until he was sitting on the chair and straddled his lap.
"You need to relax." She said as she caressed his face.
"I… I know." He sighed, resting his head on her bosom. "I just want it to go well, you know?"
"I know. And I love you for it. But it's going to be fine. They already like you, they just want to know you better so they can like you even more."
"I know. I… Do you think coffee is okay? I don't have juice. Damn it, I should have bought juice. I'll just run to the store real quick and get some." He rambled as he tried to stand up.
Olivia pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to sit back. "You need to relax, baby." She whispered, moving her hands to his belt.
"Wh- What are you doing?" He stuttered.
"I'm helping you relax. Hands behind your back, let me do that." She whispered as she gripped his already growing shaft and pulled it out of his boxers.
"Liv." He said as he tried to stop her. "This is not- Oh God." He groaned when she ran her thumb on his tip.
"Shh." She smiled as she moved his hand behind his back. "Don't move, don't talk, just feel it and relax." She kissed his neck as she moved both her hands up and down his shaft. Fitz groaned and threw his head back.
"That's it." She sucked on his neck. "Let me take care of you."
She started moving her hands faster, trailing one hand down to massage his balls. She maintained a steady pace of long strokes, covering every glorious inch of his shaft and kissing his neck. Fitz' hands moved to her ass and he caressed her there, massaging the mounds until he reached his peak with a grunt, spilling his seed on the towel Olivia had magically made appear on his lap.
She kept stroking him through his orgasm until he was once again flaccid in her hands. She watched his smiling face and kissed the spot beneath his ear as his hands moved to caress her back.
"Feeling better?" She asked as she kissed his lips.
"Much." He croaked. "But you…"
"We don't have time." She interrupted. "For once, this is just for you. Don't worry, I'll let you make it up to me tonight." She smiled as she moved off his lap.
"I'll hold you to that." He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her stomach.
"Everything's going to be okay." She repeated as she caressed the hair above his ears. Fitz nodded just as they heard a knock on the door.
"I'll get that." He sighed as he stood up and rubbed his hands on his thighs. He took a deep breath before opening the door.
"Hey guys." He smiled.
"Hey Mr. Grant. How's it hanging?" Harrison smiled.
"How's it 'hanging'?" Fitz cocked an eyebrow with a smile.
"Oh sorry, it's young people talk for 'how are you doing?'." Harrison joked.
"Ha ha. I get it, I'm old." Fitz smiled sarcastically. "Come on in."
"Don't get upset, Mr. G. It's not like you need diapers yet." Harrison continued.
"You're a funny boy, Wright. Maybe I should call my friends at UCLA and tell them how funny you are. They could keep an eye on you." Fitz smile widened when he noticed the flash of panic in his eyes. Harrison quickly recovered.
"Well played Mr G. I'll lay off the 'old man jokes' for now." He said as they walked to the living room.
"That's right, only I can make fun of his age." Olivia teased as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Now come on old timer, let's sit before you fall asleep."
"This old timer is going to need a beer to keep up with you. Want one? Oh no, that's right, you can't drink." He smiled as he childishly stuck out his tongue and went to the kitchen to get them all drinks.
Two hours later, they were all laughing in his living room, even Huck was actively participating.
"Wait," Abby breathed between giggles. "So the two of you spent the night in Olivia's bed? That tiny old thing even I don't fit in? How did you manage that?"
"I barely did." Fitz laughed. "Liv spent a great night because she was on top of me but I had the imprints of the slats on my back for days."
"Oh my God." Olivia rolled her eyes. "Will I ever hear the end of this? You're such a cry-baby. You had one bad night, get over it."
"Easy for you to say. You were crushing me." He teased.
"Crushing you? Have you seen you?"
"Whatever, next time I'll be on top, we'll see how you sleep." He kissed her cheek.
"Yeah, yeah." She playfully pushed his face away.
"Okay you two, enough with the PDA." Harrison interrupted. "Fitz, now that we know you better, can we ask any question we want?" He asked as he gave Abby and Huck a look. Olivia frowned as she looked at them afraid of what would come next.
"Huh… Sure." Fitz straightened up. "Hit me."
"Okay." Harrison smiled. "Let's start with an easy one, what's your favorite band?"
"Huh, Queen, I guess but I listen to all kind of music, from classical to rap."
"Okay, not bad, my turn. What's the most embarrassing thing you've seen Olivia doing?" Abby asked.
"Don't you dare answer that." Olivia stopped.
"For the sake of my health, I'm going to plead the fifth on that one." Fitz joked.
"You two are no fun." Abby pouted.
"What's the most embarrassing thing Olivia has seen about you?" Huck smiled.
"Ugh... I guess... It must have been... My dancing and singing the Fresh Prince of Bel Air while cooking breakfast in a pink apron." He flinched.
"You didn't!" Harrison roared.
"Oh but he did." Olivia laughed. "But it was kind of cute." She smiled up at him as she squeezed his leg.
"Oh, I got one." Abby exclaimed. "Show us a picture of you as a kid."
"That's not a question." Huck noticed.
"Whatever, it's a way to get to know him. Come on, kid or teenager, your choice."
"Oh I got one." Olivia exclaimed as she took out her phone. "Look, it's Fitz on his first day of first grade." She laughed as she showed a picture of a chubby 6 year-old Fitz, proudly holding a backpack twice his size. He was beaming widely, a few teeth missing, and his shoulder length curls were partially falling on his face.
"Oh my God, you're adorable." Abby laughed. "Look at that style." She teased.
"Kids picture, Abby? Really? Come on, we need to step up our game. Okay Grant, new question, have you two ever done it on school grounds?"
"Don't answer that." Olivia intervened, covering his mouth.
"He doesn't need to." Abby chimed in. "I know the answer to that." Olivia buried her face in her hands and Fitz ran his fingers over his mouth to hide her smile.
"Ooooooh." All her friends laughed.
"Okay, that's enough for the interrogation." Olivia exclaimed. "And you," She said turning to Fitz. "Stop looking all proud of yourself."
Fitz held out his hands with a smile. "I didn't answer, did I? Abby spilled the beans." He struggled not to laugh.
"Whatever." Olivia crossed her arms.
They continued chatting comfortably, getting to know each other for the rest of the afternoon. Fitz spent a long time talking with Huck about his plans for college. Even though he seemed quiet, once he was comfortable with someone, Huck could talk for hours. Olivia was glad to see him interacting with Fitz.
"So," Olivia said after walking her friends out, returning to the living room to find Fitz cleaning up. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"It was great." Fitz smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist, her hands laying on his biceps. "Your friends are really fun." He kissed her nose. "Harrison and Abby have quite a loud mouth but they know where to draw the line. They never take it too far and Huck… Well now I understand what you mean when you say Huck is Huck. I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like him."
"I told you it would be fine." She beamed and he hummed in agreement as he moved his mouth to her neck. "Fitz… What are you doing?"
"You said you'd let me make it up to you for earlier." He grinned as he lightly bit on her collarbone.
"I… Yeah, but… I said tonight…" She moaned under his ministrations.
"I can't wait." Fitz groaned as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
Hello and welcome back! Okay, so technically, I didn't update SGCW yesterday but I published a one-shot so I'm still going to count that as one day/one update. ;) If you haven't read it, it's called 'Back to you'.
Okay, so we got negative backlash from jealous high schoolers and Fitz really meeting the gang. What did you think?
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C.
