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A/N: Quarantine day 0123456789..I lost count. I hope everyone is well out there, where ever you are. I started writing and this kinda flowed. Probably a two part, maybe more..Anyway Enjoy..
She didn't have time for love, her dreams were finally coming true. She was on top of the world, her debut album was finally gaining steam and her new single with the hottest male R&B artist out was going viral. Their chemistry oozed through the screen and every radio station and TV host wanted to interview her to ask if they were dating. Those alone were enough to keep her "Booked and Busy" as her best friend Abby would put it but the song requests had her feeling overwhelmed.
It was late in the afternoon and she was hosting a dance lesson at Playground LA. She was so excited for this dance session even if her feet would be killing her after the next few hours of dancing in heels. People of all ages turned out to watch her, and to get on camera to show off the moves she would teach them. There were men, women, and teenagers lined up all for her. She was still adjusting to how big of a star she had become in the last six months. It was amazing the exposure a hit song and album brought. After greeting everyone, taking pictures, and shaking hands she gave her opening remarks. Afterwards they stretched and warmed up. Olivia had gone over her routine a few times before she noticed him.
She was surprised to see him and she couldn't resist the urge to want to touch him. She couldn't stand not being with him the way they used to be. He was standing in the background as she taught her dance routine to a group of girls, his stare was so intense that she could barely stand under his gaze. She blinked and they were naked in his condo. Fuck.
She didn't have time for him. Sure, he had been there through the long studio sessions, the self-doubts, the late nights. Yes, he had pushed her to another gear but there was no time for this, the world was waiting for her. How did she even end up back in this position?
"Get out of you head," He growled as he pushed her against the wall kissing her hard. "Less thinking, more feeling."
She breathed him in, closing her eyes allowing his energy to wash over her. He felt so good, he knew exactly how she needed to be loved. His touch left her skin burning and yearning for more, it was never enough and at the same time too much. She shouldn't be here, they agreed to leave each other alone, they had lost sight of the plan. He was her weakness, and he knew that. She couldn't think around him but she wanted HIM.
"Olivia."
Her eyes fluttered open and she gave him an inquisitive look that screamed Why'd you stop?
He slid his hand up her arm then across her collar bone until his hand was on the back of her neck. He squeezed lightly and when her breath hitched he felt his dick twitch against his thigh.
"Do you want this?" He slid her down his body so that she could feel how hard he was.
She squeezed her legs tighter around his waist before saying, "I'm here aren't I?"
She was so frustrating, he hated that about her. She was there but he knew she was questioning what they were doing because she always did. She could never go with the flow, do what he told her without some backlash. Here they were completely naked in his condo and she was thinking about other things.
"Yeah.." He placed her on her feet as he ran his finger slowly along the outline of her lips a few times until she opened her mouth slowly for him. He inserted his thumb in and out of her mouth slowly enjoying the warmth of her tongue. "Yeah, you are here physically but I want you to show me you wantto be here."
She knew this was coming as soon as he dropped her to her feet. She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, to tell him she didn't have to prove shit to him, her presence was enough. They both knew that would never happen though, she always gave him what he wanted, always.
He pushed her down to her knees, his thumb still in her mouth, he loved the view of her on her knees at his mercy. It made his knees weak, he released his hand from her mouth using his free hand to help stable him against the wall. "Open." He directed as they locked eyes.
Doing as she was told, Olivia took a deep breath and opened her mouth for him. He eased himself slowly inside of her mouth and she hummed as she closed her lips around him. He tasted as good as she remembered, god she loved him, even more she loved pleasing him.
Fitz let his head fall to the wall in front of him groaning loudly. Her mouth was so warm and wet just how he liked it. He moved his hips slowly, in and out, over and over. He continued this dance with her mouth for a few minutes and he knew her jaw was hurting. She would never admit that though, she wouldn't tap out and risk disappointing him, he would have to stop her.
He stepped back out of the grip of her mouth and reached down to pull her upwards. "C'mere." Taking her lips in his, he kisses her tenderly, sensually. Her eyes were hooded and she was watching him watch her as they kissed. He picked her up and they bumped against wall after wall throughout his condo until they reached his bedroom. He tossed her on the bed and began his ascent up her body, "Tell me.." He whispered against her skin.
"I love you."
"And?" He breathed into the curve of her waist.
"I love it when you touch me."
He sucked her breast into his mouth biting down, releasing it only when she sucked in a deep breath. "I don't believe you."
Olivia ran her hands over his broad shoulders then through the curls at the nape of his neck. She guided him up her body, kissing each of his closed eye lids before making her way to his lips teasing him. She pulled back when he tried to take the kiss further.
"I missed you," She whispered. "Open your eyes, look at me when you fuck me and watch what you do to me."
Fitz kept his eyes closed as he used his knee to nudge her legs apart. He reached down lining himself up perfectly with her dripping pussy. He didn't bother with a condom, he knew there had been no one else. Pressing into her slowly he enjoyed the tightness of her, she was made for him, and he her. She gasped and it was only then that he opened his eyes, he loved to see the pleasurable pain that he gave her when they made love.
She was extremely expressive, it was how he was able to read her so easily. She couldn't hide a mood to save her life. It was no different in the bedroom, it was better actually, it was what caused him to fall in love with her after their first time. That and her willingness to submit to him. He felt like she could see into his soul, no one else could replace the feeling she gave him. She could make him cum with a look, he was at her mercy and she had no idea.
Their eyes met in the dimly lit room and he had to pause to compose himself or he would cum before they even got started. He closed his eyes again and with one quick thrust he was balls deep. She screamed and moaned so loud at his movement that he had to kiss her before she awoke the neighbors. She relaxed beneath him and he started to move more steadily.
"I love you, still.." She moaned in his ear when they broke their kiss.
It was true, she didn't want to still love him but she did. It had been four months since they chilled on each other and it was pure torture every night that they were apart. He said she needed to focus, things were no longer easy with his schedule and hers constantly conflicting. Maybe he was right, but she didn't care that he consumed her and it made no sense for her to experience her first major tour appearance without him.
"Olivia." He quipped curtly, he didn't want to hear anymore of her declarations, her actions proved different. He was yearning to cum, but he needed her to cum first. He pulled out and glared down at her. "Turn over."
She positioned herself on her stomach, ass poking up like she knew he liked it. "Like this baby?"
He entered her from behind without a word, he pressed into her fast and hard. He grabbed her wrists and held them in his hands for leverage gripping them as pounded into her. She started to cum squeezing him tightly between her slick folds, she was wetter than he had ever felt her. He was in awe of her reaction to him. He missed this too, he still loved her too.
"Fuck, Fitz…" She bit her bottom lip almost drawing blood as her body shook as her orgasm rocked through her. He had her arched to an unbelievable angle and she knew her soreness would be on another level in the morning.
"Damn, Liv." He grunted as her orgasm pulled his out of him. He couldn't ignore the sounds coming out of her, she was sexy as fuck. His nails dug into the tattoo of his name on her wrist as he emptied himself inside of her.
"Sss, Fitz..let go." She whined as he continued to squeeze her wrists throughout his orgasm.
He immediately let go of her hands and kissed her wrists before stretching them above her head. Kissing up her back he stopped, sucking on her earlobe before he whispered, "Sorry?" He leaned back to look her in the eyes smirking a little bit before pulling out and lying next to her.
"You are an asshole, you know that right?" Olivia rolled her eyes as she rolled on to her back.
He eyed her closely observing her features, her nose was scrunched up and her eyebrows were knitted together. "Wow, are you really mad? Sensitive much?" He was honestly surprised by her attitude. They had gotten rougher than that plenty of times, now she was in her feelings?
"Whatever," She rubbed her wrists and moved to leave the bed to find her clothes.
"Yeah, it's whatever, you should probably leave. You know your team wouldn't want you here. Why'd you even come?"
Olivia exhaled shaking her head trying to keep her emotions intact, she wouldn't let him ruin what they just shared. "Be nice." She said as she pulled on her crop top and sweats. She sauntered over to him just as he finished tying the drawstring on his basketball shorts and stood in between his legs.
"Look, I didn't appreciate your smirk, you really hurt my wrist." Running her fingers through his curly hair she continued, "Don't be a jerk to me, ok?"
"Don't whatever me, ok? You know I hate it." He responded.
"I know." She smirked looking down at him.
He melted in her embrace at the look she was giving him, she knew how to drive him crazy. "Tell me how you feel about me again, I need to hear it."
"No."
"No?"He leaned back surprised for the second time in two minutes by her boldness.
"You heard me." She boasted confidently. "I think it's your turn to tell me how you feel about me."
He stood and walked around her out of the room to the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of water drinking it nearly empty. He turned and watched as she sat on his couch, they held each other's gaze for a while neither saying a word.
Finally, he broke the silence, "Why are you still here? You really should just leave if..." He trailed off breaking eye contact with her and finishing the last of his water.
He was so frustrating she thought to herself, as an actor you would think he was good at expressing his feelings but he never did. It was like pulling teeth and god forbid he didn't get his way, his sulking was second to none. Now was one of those times.
"If what?" She questioned his last statement standing placing her hands on her hips.
"If you are going to be acting like you're acting. This," He threw his hands in the air pointing them at her, "You know, with this little attitude. Fuck it-"
"I am here because," She walked over grabbing the empty water bottle and setting it on the counter next to him. She raked her nails lightly down his chest then over his well-defined six pack stopping at the waistband of his shorts. "Because no matter how much you try to push me away, I love you to death. I feel like I can't breathe without you. I love the way you taste."
She leaned up brushing her lips over his. "I love you even when you are pouting because I won't give you what you want, even though we both know I always end up giving in. But," She stepped back, holding her hands up in mock surrender, "But I can leave too, I never stay where I'm not wanted."
His arms snaked around her waist pulling her flush to his body, "Was that so hard?" Capturing her lips he kissed her like it was the first time. There was no aggressiveness, he wasn't trying to get her to focus on him, she was completely there with him and it was perfect. He broke the kiss looking at her and asking, "Hmm, I asked you a question?"
"Fitz.." She whined, she was over this game with him, her patience was wearing thin.
Chuckling it was his turn to raise his hands in surrender, "I guess I have tortured you enough for the night but I am still not giving you what you asked for. You do what I say and I do what I want."
She pushed him in the chest rolling her eyes as she turned to walk away from him but he caught her wrist tugging her back between his legs. "Don't be mad, it's just how things work." He joked, holding her in his embrace until she was hugging him back.
"I am playing around with you Liv, don't get all serious on me. Fix your face." He laughed when she gave him a fake smile and continued saying, "You coming here tonight surprised me, I thought for sure you would say no. Opt to go out with your friends to promote your album and new single some more. I am glad you did decide to come through."
She rolled her eyes, "I can tell by the three times you have asked me to leave."
He squeezed her, "Hey, you are trying to make it a fourth time if you keep it up." He slapped her ass rubbing the sting away afterwards. She laughed loudly and it was music to his ears.
"I missed this, I missed us." His tone turned serious and she bit her lip giving him her undivided attention. "I love you so much Livvie, and I wanted to say I am sorry."
"For what?" She asked confused.
He walked them to the oversized couch in his living room, he sat first positioning her to face him in between his legs comfortably before continuing. "For pushing you away, asking for a break. I know how bad that hurt you and I was selfish for doing it. Honestly, I am being selfish for even thinking that you are even still interested in pursuing this with me again. You have this whole new life, new fame and I know there are men waiting at your feet right now begging for a chance with you."
She watched him closely to see if he was being serious, she didn't want to believe the words that he was saying. He was dead set on their break and nothing she did could change his mind. Getting her hopes up now could only lead to heartbreak later, that was a place she couldn't afford to go back to right before tour.
Seeing her not move to say anything, he continues, "Livvie, no one can be what you're to me, no one can fill your shoes. I've tried, but all roads lead back to you."
"Fitz," She started but stopped, breaking eye contact with him.
"Hey," He lifted her chin towards him, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, everything about how I handled us was wrong. Tell me there's still hope, that there is still a chance."
Her eyes slip closed and she lets out a sigh, he was serious, very serious. "I think.." She looks up at him with sad eyes before saying, "I think you were right, I should leave. My team wouldn't want me here, plus I have to get back I have a club appearance tonight. A celebration for me.."
She moves to stand up from his lap and he lets her. He feels like the walls are closing in on him and he can't catch his breath. Tears prick his eyes but he refuses to let them fall in front of her. He couldn't even be upset with her, she was protecting herself from him, this was all his fault.
"You understand? You understand why things have to be like this, don't you?" Olivia was trying to convince herself more than him, her resolve was breaking down and if she didn't leave she would fall right back into again.
"I understand why you're scared to trust me but Livvie, I promise not to ever let you go again. Please.."
His voice cracked with emotion and she had never seen him this raw. She went to him immediately and straddled his lap. She held his face in her hands, "I can't be broken by you again, Fitz. I-" She waited for him to open his eyes and look at her before continuing. "I barely made it out to this side, I loved you more than I loved myself."
"I know, and I would never put you through that again. It is very hard for me to put myself out here like this, no one brings this side of me out but you. I will do whatever to prove that to you, but you've seen me with everyone else, you already know that I don't allow anyone to know me. Only you, always you."
Fitz lifts her wrist to his mouth kissing the tattoo of his name, he slides her hand down his arm to the tattoo of her full name on his forearm. 'Olivia Carolyn Pope' each word written in cursive stacked on top of each other. He had gotten the tattoo two months after she got his name on her wrist on a whim. He told her he would never put ink on his body, it was his temple. It was what allowed him to make a living and he didn't want to jeopardize that. He couldn't remember the thing that changed his mind, there were so many things. She was so understanding and never asked him about it or pressured him to put ink on his body and that made him want to do it even more.
It happened on a Tuesday night, she sang and played the guitar for him in his condo. The song was one that she had written specifically for him. That night he decided that he was going to marry her, she was it for him and after they made love and she fell asleep he snuck out to get the tattoo. Olivia was shocked and brought to tears at the gesture.
"Remember what I told you when I showed you this?" She shook her head no, and bit her lip when he raised his eyebrows in surprise. He knew she was lying but he'd tell her again every day if she wanted him too. "Then I will remind you. I said, I'll love you until-"
"Until our dying breath, and even then, you would never stop." She smiled into his palm resting on her cheek. She was falling for him all over again, she hoped she wouldn't regret this in the morning.
"Can we continue, can we go back to being us?" He asked nervously, fearing she might still say no.
"Will you come with me tonight?"
"Liv.."
"Don't Liv, me. If you mean what you are saying, no hiding. I want people to know I'm taken, I want them to know I belong to you. It's a party for me, I can't celebrate without you."
Fitz hated the press in his business, they had already tried to link him to several of his co-stars and that led to many arguments between them. He would never allow her to walk red carpets with him but meet him later at after parties. Since she blew up men were constantly asking her about her relationship and she never answered their questions. The media world would explode if they were seen together at a club. And they would be under an even bigger microscope since she was recently nominated for three Grammys. Everyone was interested in her at the moment. Just thinking about it was giving him anxiety but he owed her this, she deserved anything she wanted.
"Fine. Fine, I'll go."
She bounced on his lap clapping with excitement, "Yay, this is going to be the best night ever!"
He kissed her, picking her up he carried her to his bed. He laid them down gently keeping their lips locked. "But first, I want to make love to my woman." He breathed against her lips.
And he did, over and over again until they had to leave.
A/N: If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed this version of our Olitz. Leave me a note and let me know what you thought. Stay safe and if you can, stay home. Until next time..