"School's out, scream and shout, bitches!" Huck yelled, throwing up a peace sign as they walked down the outdoor staircase of their school. Their school that was no longer their school, really.
They'd just finished up with their last day of the year. A half-day, to give them plenty of time to get ready for this evening. Olivia and her group of friends were pretty excited for tonight — it would be a nice night out to end their year.
And, for most, a goodbye.
They were all headed back to their homes for the summer. For Olivia, that was decently far. But not near as far as Stephen, who would fly back to Scotland next week. Or Mikko and Joel, who'd be flying back to Finland.
Greta and Huck were located pretty close by which was nice. They'd get to hang out over the summer months, at least when Greta wasn't in Japan visiting family.
But all of them were coming back to the city in the fall for college. Different colleges, some of them, but at least they were located in the same city. Olivia, Huck, and Greta to NYU, and Stephen, Quinn, Mikko, and Joel to Columbia.
They were quite a smart bunch. But, having gone to UNIS for their senior year, they were very attractive to top-notch schools such as NYU and Columbia. That was a big reason they'd all traveled from all over the world to come to UNIS, and it had paid off. In more ways than one.
Not only were they great schools that would lead to great opportunities, but they'd all get to be close together, too. Upper Manhattan versus lower Manhattan where both colleges were located, made no difference to them. They all would live fairly close together anyway. Especially since they'd all paired up for apartments. Olivia and Greta. Joel and Mikko. Stephen and Huck. And Quinn and her friend, Vidya.
Many of their other acquaintances from school were sticking around the New York area too. So along with the new people they'd all get to meet in college in general, they looked forward to getting closer with people they'd gone to UNIS with, too.
It was such a blessing, meeting people from literally all over the world. Developing friendships with them, and for some of them, even developing romantic relationships.
It was something none of them would have had if not for UNIS.
So tonight, they really were celebrating themselves, for a great year and great accomplishments. But also, celebrating their wonderful school.
They all stopped to get coffee first so they'd have plenty of energy. And, coffee was good at any point of the day. It always made her think of her boyfriend and his insane love for coffee, no matter the time or place. She could relate.
And with their coffees in hand, they all headed back to their residences to get ready.
"Hey, O, can you come here a second?" Greta yelled.
Olivia finished bending her eyeshadow and yelled back.
"Yep, coming!"
Upon entering her room, she saw Greta in her dress. A light lavender color, that just suited her so well.
"Well damnnnn, girl! Don't you look fine!" Olivia exclaimed, looking her up and down.
Olivia's comment had the intended effect, because Greta instantly began to blush and smile, putting her hand up to her mouth.
"Girl...I do look pretty sexy, don't I?" Greta asked, doing a little spin in the mirror.
"Mmmhm. That is your color!" Olivia agreed.
"Ahhh, thank you, thank you," Greta said. "Okay, I feel better. I was going to ask what you thought, because I have a backup dress, but you already instilled all the confidence in me that I could ever need. Thank you, O. That was...that was wonderful, I feel better."
"Oh my God, of course. Mikko's going to go nuts," Olivia said.
Greta laughed and smirked. "He better. And speaking of fine, by the way. Your makeup? Fucking on point. On point, my God."
"Thank you! I was actually going to ask what you thought. It's not finished yet, obviously, but I wondered if I went a little too bold on the eyeshadow," Olivia wondered aloud.
"Nope. You know how these kinds of nights are. Perfect for a good bold eye," Greta nodded. "I can't wait to see when it's done!"
"I'm excited to see yours too! I always wait in anticipation to see your makeup because you are...gifted, G," Olivia said.
"Oh, well thank you. I try. I gotta get going on that so I don't run out of time," Greta said, looking up at her clock.
"Okay, okay. I gotta finish getting ready too. Can't wait to see the final look, girl!" Olivia said, giving her a wave.
"Yeah, same here! Thanks for giving me all the confidence in the world! Only you have this ability, I swear!" she yelled.
"Thank you, G, no problem," Olivia laughed.
When she finished getting ready, listening to some rap music in the background, she did a look-over in the mirror and felt a sense of pride.
She looked damn good, too.
She had her hair natural and down, with a beautiful, bold face of makeup. And then there was her dress. It was a light ivory color, and very fitted down to her mid-thighs. There was a little bit of a slit in it, too.
And to top it off, she accessorized the look with gold jewelry, and a nice pair of heels.
The ivory and the gold were her colors. She knew she'd chosen well.
But it still felt good to get reassurance from her roomie when they both got to admire each other's outfits.
"Holy fuck, Olivia Pope. Slayyyy," Greta nodded, watching Olivia do a little twirl.
"Why thank you, you are slaying over there yourself!" Olivia added, pointing at her. "The makeup. Lord, it's perfect."
"Thank you! But I can't get over that dress on you. My God. Talk about sexy," Greta nodded appreciatively.
"Thank you," Olivia laughed. "I do feel pretty sexy!"
"As you should! Your man is going to go insane later tonight," Greta said.
"Well, let's hope so," Olivia smirked. "I know for sure that your man will."
Greta blushed and gave her a smile. "Well. Should we go see? Because he told me he's ready. He, Joel, and Stevie are chilling in the study room."
"Oh! Okay, perfect. Yeah, let me go grab my purse and I'll text the others — see where they're at," Olivia said.
"Perfect," Greta replied.
The second they got down to the study room, all done up, all three men instinctively got up from their chairs.
Mikko about fainted at the sight. And the other two men were pretty impressed too.
"Well goodness, don't you look dazzling," Stephen said, smiling at Olivia.
"Thank you, Stephen! You look pretty dazzling yourself," she replied, eyeing Stephen's suit.
It was quite nice on him. He had a matching ivory tie and vest and everything.
"Thank you!" Stephen nodded. "Pal, you good over there?"
Mikko was currently spinning Greta in a circle, smiling down at her in awe.
It was pretty cute. He was clearly in a daze.
"I'm alright. My girlfriend is just so pretty," he reasoned, pointing to Greta in his arms. "Do you...see her? Look at her!"
"Beautiful," Olivia agreed.
"I am agreeing, however, please remember that you initiated this conversation. Do not kill me," Stephen chuckled. "Both of you ladies look wonderful."
"Yes, very beautiful — both of you," Mikko agreed, looking Olivia's way now too.
"Thank you!" they said in unison.
"You both do look very stunning, indeed," Joel spoke up. "I cannot wait to say the same to my date!"
Olivia's heart melted. Joel was so pure.
He was also one who didn't have a significant other within the friend group. And unlike Olivia and Stephen, who had significant others outside of the group, he did not.
But there was one other person that was in his same boat. Quinn.
So, although they weren't super close, they'd decided they'd get to know each other better tonight and pair up. Who knew, maybe it would lead to something great.
"Yes! Let's go so you can see her. Everyone ready?" Olivia asked.
"Yes, let's do it!"
They all piled in a couple cabs and headed back to the school, where they were going to have a little thank you ceremony and some appetizers. It was almost like a graduation ceremony, but not nearly as long, and more like a gala.
They met the rest of their group outside on the school steps. They all looked wonderful.
It was nice to see everyone with their boyfriends and girlfriends. Whether it was Huck and Elliot, who'd been together for a while now. Or Mikko and Greta, who were very clearly in the newer stages of their relationship. Or even a couple like Quinn and Joel, who weren't together, but perhaps were developing crushes that very moment. It was all pretty cute.
And then, of course, there were the two platonic friends of the evening, sitting back and watching it all — Olivia and Stephen. Snapping some pictures, enjoying themselves, and just taking it all in.
Stephen was very gentlemanly, making sure he held out his arm for Olivia as they climbed the rest of the steps to the entrance.
"Now. I know we talked about this before, but I do want to ask how tall and muscular your boyfriend happens to be? Just in the case that your boyfriend does want to murder me for being your date tonight," Stephen said quietly as they walked up the steps.
"Oh my God, no," Olivia laughed. "Let's just say, he was a little jealous to start. But he's totally cool about it now. And definitely not the type to want to murder you. Don't worry."
"Alright. I'll take that," he chuckled. "But...but still. He's not...giant, right?"
"No," Olivia replied, laughing. "I mean, he's giant compared to me. He's, like...6'2". And...yeah, pretty muscular. Very fit."
Stephen's eyes widened. "Okay. I'm only slightly more apprehensive now, but I'll take your word for it that I don't have to worry."
"You don't," she agreed with a laugh. "How about your girlfriend? Should I expect any...hate mail from Scotland?" Olivia winced.
"Oh, my little dove? Goodness no. She's quite...what is the word you guys always use here? Chill. Yes, she's very chill," Stephen informed her, which had Olivia laughing. "I did show her a photo of you, just in the interest of being very transparent. And she said you were just glorious, and she hoped we had a fun time."
"Oh my gosh. She sounds so sweet!" Olivia exclaimed.
"Yes," Stephen nodded proudly. "She is the sweetest woman I know. And, very respectfully, she is correct. You are very glorious."
"As are you," Olivia smiled at him. "Thanks for being my platonic date."
"And thank you!" Stephen exclaimed, as they reached the front doors. He opened one and held it open for her. "After you, my lady."
"Thank you," Olivia laughed, heading inside.
And upon heading inside, she was impressed. The school looked absolutely beautiful. They'd clearly been hard at work since the school day had ended. There were festive decorations and banners, and small high-top tables spread out in the foyer for food and drinks.
But inside the main auditorium was where they spent their next hour. Watching a beautifully made video compilation from their past year here. Listening to speeches from faculty and staff. And getting their diplomas from UNIS, of course.
It was nice to have a little something from UNIS, even though they'd all be going home to graduate from their home high schools. That would be a normal graduation ceremony.
But tonight was perfect. And after having some appetizers at the school, they were off to have dinner before their show.
For dinner tonight, they'd chosen Cathédral Restaurant — which had a beautiful dimly-lit dining room, and great food.
And the show they were all seeing tonight was Chicago — another classic. Olivia had many classics yet to see, but she was happy after being able to see two this year.
The night ended with a big and heartfelt goodbye before they all headed back to their residences.
Olivia would see Greta and the boys the next day, but it was pretty sad to say goodbye to the rest of her friends.
Luckily, she still had the rest of the evening to cheer her up. Her last night with Fitz.
She had to grab her duffel bag from her suite that she'd packed before, but otherwise she was all ready to go. She remained dressed up since they were going to Ai Fiori for dessert, and it was a very nice restaurant. Not to mention, Fitz said he wanted to see her dress anyway.
She'd texted him a while ago so that he could time when he wanted to get to the city. So now, all she had to do was wait for him to pick her up in a cab.
She chatted with Greta while she did some last-minute touch-ups on her makeup in the bathroom.
"Girlllll, tonight was so fun," Greta said.
"It was. I'm going to miss everyone so much," Olivia replied, putting on some more lipstick.
"Me too. It's crazy. But...it just feels like a different world back home. Different friends, different house, just...different everything. And I don't even live far away, so I can only imagine how you feel," Greta said.
"Yeah, I totally get that. It's so weird to think...we're all going back. As if...this isn't home now. I love my family and my friends back home. I can't wait to see them. But...this is home for me now. It's just so weird to leave," Olivia sighed.
"For real. My parents aren't going to like it. But...this is my home, too. I can't even imagine living anywhere else full time," Greta added.
"Me neither. Definitely not," Olivia agreed, analyzing her face in the mirror.
Yeah. She looked good. And Greta agreed.
"O, he's going to go crazy. You look fantastic," she assured her.
"Thank you," Olivia smiled. "You know me, I just had to make sure."
"Oh I know. You're a makeup queen," Greta nodded.
"Ohhh no. You are the makeup queen," Olivia said, packing up her travel makeup bag to bring with.
"How about we settle as a pair of makeup queens?" Greta asked.
Olivia shrugged and nodded. "Okay. That sounds reasonable. Done."
"Done," Greta laughed.
"You going to stay with Mikko tonight?" Olivia asked, glancing at her phone.
"Yeah. I think so, since you'll be gone. I need to make these last days count before he flies out of the damn country," Greta said sadly. "You understand, you'll be in the same boat."
"Yeah. I do understand," Olivia agreed. "Hey. If it makes you feel any better, we will both be suffering without our boyfriends this summer. As a team!"
"Oh good, as long as we are a team," Greta giggled. "We can do it! I believe in us!"
"So do I! It will go fast. At least...I really hope so. Because that's what we've been trying to convince ourselves of."
"Yeah, I feel that," Greta sighed. "Well, have an amazing night, Liv. And I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yes! I'll be back in the morning. Fitz is almost here, so I'm going to head down. Have fun with Mikko, G. Cuddle him lots!" Olivia said, grabbing her duffel bag.
"Oh yes, you too! Lots of fun and cuddles better be had!"
"Always," Olivia said. "Among...other things."
"Yeahhhhh you go get it, Liv," Greta winked.
"You too," Olivia smirked.
"Always."
Olivia giggled. "See ya G."
"Bye, O."
She only had to wait about a minute in the stairwell before seeing his cab pull up.
He was in the back, but he got out immediately when he saw her walking so he could open the door for her.
His eyes were on her like a hawk immediately, appreciating every inch.
"Wow. Just...wow," he said, as she walked up to him.
"Well hello there," she greeted, leaning in for a kiss. He immediately leaned in and pecked her lips, twice, before pulling back to eye her again.
"My...Lord," he whispered, smiling at her.
She blushed. Of course.
"You like?" she asked.
He was already quickly nodding mid-sentence.
"I...thoroughly enjoy," he said.
"Right back at you," she smirked, nodding at his outfit.
He was looking particularly handsome tonight.
Curly hair all styled. Navy dress pants. Light blue dress shirt. Camel brown shoes and belt. She could appreciate that all night.
"Thank you," he nodded, offering his hand.
She gratefully accepted it as she got in the back seat of the cab, and happily greeted the driver.
Fitz got in after her, gently pulling her closer to him when he sat down.
"The Langham now?" the driver asked.
"Yes, sir. Thank you very much," Fitz nodded, moving his hand immediately to Olivia's thigh.
He had not stopped looking at her yet. His eyes were still all over her, and his hand was now rubbing her thigh, letting his fingers slide under the edge of her dress.
She hooked her arm in his and leaned into his body, smiling up at the very clearly flustered man.
"You good, baby?" she whispered with a laugh.
"I'm fantastic," he whispered, looking down at her. "And you are the sexiest woman I've ever seen."
She gasped quietly, nudging his bicep. "Ohhh, honey."
"Ohhh, honey is correct," he nodded, checking her out all over again. He squeezed her thigh lightly and gave her a suggestive look. "Wow."
She giggled, leaning into him. He always had her feeling so flattered.
He chuckled at her. So cute.
His finger found the bottom of her chin and lifted it to meet his lips.
Both were so ready for that kiss in the back of the cab. It lasted a few moments — not too long to be extremely awkward in a cab, but definitely still long enough to include some tongue and produce some butterflies.
His lips were tinted a darker pink after that kiss, so she frantically tried to wipe her lipstick off in the midst of quiet giggling afterward.
Totally worth it, he thought.
After they got there and Fitz paid the cab driver, he held out his hand for Olivia as he stepped out of the car.
She took it gratefully, and all he could do was watch her as she gracefully stepped out of the car — a huge smile on her face.
She was still checking him out just the same. They were equally impressed. Though, Olivia had often seen him in dress clothes, whereas he didn't see her this dressed up as often and was clearly making a big deal out of it to make her smile.
"Here, baby, I got it," he said, taking her duffel bag without question.
"Oh, honey, it's okay, I can —"
He had already slung both their bags over one of his shoulders, and was now reaching for her hand with his free one.
She smiled at him and intertwined their fingers. "Thank you. Let's check in first so we can put those in the room, baby."
He nodded in agreement as they reached the door — opened by a very dashing doorman.
"Thank you," they said in unison.
Olivia didn't know it yet, but he'd booked this room out with enough time in advance to request a specific suite. The same one on the 40th floor that they'd stayed in the first time.
And he got to see her eyes light up when he clicked the 40th-floor button in the elevator.
"Now wait a minute, baby. The 40th floor again?!" she asked.
He shrugged, giving her a smile.
She was suspiciously smiling at him the rest of the way, but wasn't able to confirm those suspicions until they walked up to the same room. That same King suite they'd stayed in last time.
She gasped, looking up at her boyfriend.
"You did not!"
"I did," he said.
"Baby, how did you do this?" she asked, as they unlocked the room.
He smiled at her. "Just some determination."
It was so worth it to see how happy it made her. She went right to the window again, like she had the first time. To see the beautiful view outside of their beautiful suite.
And just like last time, the only view he cared about was standing right in front of him.
She turned back around, seeing him watch her with a smile on his face. She couldn't help but go and embrace him.
He hugged her back and lifted her up in his arms.
"Thank you, baby. This is so amazing. You're so thoughtful," she whispered, kissing his lips.
"You are so welcome," he nodded, holding her tightly in his arms.
"God, I love you," she said, kissing him again and again.
"Mm. Mmhm," he nodded, accepting her kisses. "Love — you."
Her smile was contagious; his smile was contagious. They were both smiling messes. And Fitz was an extra mess, because they had a lipstick issue again.
"Oops, sorry again. Come here, honey and I'll fix you," she giggled, leading him to the bathroom.
He chuckled as she wiped his mouth with a damp cloth.
"See, no problem. Your lips are just more pink now," she giggled, touching them gently.
"I don't care. I think...I would have gone out with your lipstick all over my face, anyway. Then...people would see and know for sure that I'm with you. And that's something I don't mind showing off."
"Ohhh, yeah?" she smirked. "Say less. You want me to turn up the PDA, I can do that easily. No problem."
He nodded at her mindlessly in agreement. "Uh-huh. Do...do that."
"Don't think I won't," she whispered near his ear. "I don't mind showing you off, either. And you know I don't give a damn about what other people think."
All she was doing was whispering, and he was turned the hell on. He couldn't help but go back in for more after that.
She had a way with words. And everything else.
She smirked against his lips, and then gently bit his top one. His eyes suggestively met hers while she did so, and then he went right back in with a big, open-mouthed kiss. He now had her pinned up against the side of the doorframe in the bathroom, and he made it last a little while.
But, they did want to go have some dessert from Ai Fiori, too. So, soon, they did pull away, making sure they still looked very put-together before leaving their room.
Even the booth that they were seated at in the restaurant was in a similar location as last time.
Though this go around, they ordered two cappuccinos and the cioccolato, which came with mint gelato.
They had to go all out for the occasion.
Fitz's very first spoonful of gelato went directly to Olivia's mouth, not his own. He loved Ai Fiori, so he'd had the gelato before.
She smiled and accepted the bite of it, eyeing him simultaneously.
"Mmm, my God. That's good," she whispered.
After trying a bite for himself, he confirmed once again how good it was.
She gently held onto his right forearm the entire time they were in the booth. Chatting quietly, and sharing their dessert. There was only so much time she had left to be close to him, so she was making every last bit count.
And he cherished it. He would deeply miss that first instinct of hers to hold onto him, and be close. Or his ability to grab her hand whenever he wanted, or offer his arm to her.
Such little things that meant so much.
"Here, baby. You get last bite," he said, offering her his spoonful.
She gratefully accepted. "Mmm. Thank you."
She watched him smile at her and take a sip of his cappuccino, while never taking his eyes off her.
"Hm?" she giggled.
"Nothing," he replied. "Just enjoying."
"Mm. Me too," she nodded, leaning in for a kiss.
He pressed his lips to hers, unaware and not caring about the restaurant around them. Just her.
And thankfully, she was now at the point where her lipstick had faded from all the prior kisses and eating and drinking, so he didn't have any more lip-staining as a result.
She sighed contently against his lips, pulling back to admire him.
It was another contagious smile moment. It felt like there was only a reason to be happy, and to smile. They were together. Fitz had been doing well this past week, after having a rough go of it with his anxiety last week. They were at the Langham — a place very dear to their hearts. It was all a reason to smile.
But in the end, they knew that wasn't the case.
Because after a bit, their smiles began to fade. They faded at the realization that this was their last night for a while. Their last shared meal, their last night spent together, and their last time to feel each other's touch.
And they were both clearly on the same page mentally, because he was thinking about it when she brought it up.
"It's only...two and a half months," she reasoned.
"Yeah. I know," he nodded.
"Right. Not hard," she shrugged.
"Nope," he agreed simply.
But their faces told a different story.
"Okay. That was...that was an outright lie," she admitted.
He chuckled, and nodded. "Yes. It was."
"But we'll be okay. We can do it, it'll be fine," she said confidently.
He nodded skeptically.
"Yeah. The world's not...going to end," he agreed. "But mine's just going to stop for a while."
Her face softened and she looked at him sadly.
"Oh, honey," she whispered solemnly, leaning on his shoulder.
"Hey, hey," he chuckled, rubbing her back. "Baby, we talked about this. It's okay. This is all going to be okay. But we also don't have to deny that...we're still sad about it."
"Yeah," she agreed. "That was my plan tonight actually. To deny our joint sadness, so we could just...pretend it wasn't there. That seemed more assuring. But I don't think that's entirely possible. It's our last night, and I'm thinking about it."
"Yes. So am I," he agreed. "And it's sad that it's our last night. But, because it's our last, and we're sad...we also have to make the most of it."
She smiled and giggled. "Yes. You have a point there. Address the sadness, but still have fun. Excellent thinking."
"Right. And, it's only our last night for a couple months. Not for forever. So if you think about it...that's kind of a reason to celebrate, not be sad," he pointed out.
She laughed again. "Wow, baby, I like that take on things, too. Thank you, that helps."
"Yes. It does, doesn't it," he said, kissing her forehead.
"To...our temporary last night," she said, raising her nearly empty cappuccino.
He chuckled, raising his too. "To our temporary last night. And to the next first night."
"Yes — I can't wait until then," she said, sipping her coffee.
"Me neither. I suppose...our next first night will be spent somewhere else. At your new apartment or...my new house," he pointed out.
"Aww, that's true!" she agreed. "That will be nice. But I don't ever want to forget our Langham adventures, either."
"Oh. Never. We can still come and stay here, no problem," he said. "Everyone can...use a night away sometimes."
"Okay. Good. Because this place has a special place in my heart," she smiled.
He smiled back. "Mine too. A very special place."
She leaned in with a happy smile back on her face again, and waited for him to kiss her. It only took but a second to feel his lips on hers.
"You want to go upstairs?" she whispered, letting her hand cup his cheek.
"Mhm," he nodded, kissing her again.
He settled the bill and they wasted no time heading upstairs, hand in hand.
When they got to their room, they immediately slipped out of their shoes so they could settle in. Which, also included Fitz pouring himself a drink from their suite mini-bar.
He watched Olivia as he poured his whiskey. She stood barefoot by the window again, admiring the city. He knew she was thinking about how much she'd miss it.
So he went to join her, wrapping his arm around her waist.
She instantly leaned against him in a hug, but didn't take her eyes off the wonderful view outside for a long while.
Until she did.
Her side hug shifted slowly into a full-on hug. A tight one; where she didn't want to let go.
Fitz held his drink down by his thigh lazily with one hand, but kept her close to his body with the other. He pressed a long kiss to her forehead — one that made her look up at him afterward.
Their eyes met, and then so did their lips. He tasted subtly of coffee and whiskey. Something she didn't know could taste nice until now.
All it took was that one makeout for them to want to take things further. When they pulled away for air, they both eyed the bed. Suggestive smiles formed on their faces.
"You remember...the first time?" Fitz whispered, kissing her neck.
She sighed, feeling his wet lips on her skin. "How could I forget? Took place...right over there."
"Mhm," he nodded, eyeing the bed. "Just you...and me...and that bed."
"Just us," she whispered. "God I fell in love with you all over again that night."
He exhaled quietly, leaning his forehead down against hers.
"That night was perfect," he whispered back.
She nodded, smirking at him.
"And...you made me come," she murmured, licking her lips. "First time that had ever happened to me."
He closed his eyes and bit his lip, completely reliving the moment.
"Ohhh my God," he groaned, nodding. "Yes."
They were both getting back into that mood.
Those suggestive smirks and glances at the bed only lasted so long before they were actually making their way there, kissing along the way.
He gently turned her body around in his arms at the edge of the bed, unzipping her dress in one swift motion. She stepped out of it and got in bed, waiting for him to follow.
He didn't remove any of his clothes yet. But he got in bed eagerly to remove the rest of hers.
She lifted her legs, waiting for him to slide her panties off.
He was going to, but he admired them for a second, first. They were about the same color as her dress, and very lacy.
His fingers teased her through her underwear, and slowly started to grab onto the fabric. He hooked his fingers underneath the top and started sliding them down her legs. And she just watched him.
His gentle actions paired with how sexy he looked was doing things to her.
Meanwhile, he reached for her bra. She helped, sitting up slightly so that he could pull it out from under her.
And then a sigh escaped his lips, as he looked over her body. All laid out in front of him, and completely naked.
She was long past feeling self-conscious when he did this. Because the look on his face was always one of pure content, and attraction.
The way he looked made her feel sexy. As sexy as he always said that she was. He made that come true for her with his eyes.
She let her leg bend at the knee, giving him a little bit more to admire. He sighed, rubbing her knee and pushing it to the side so that her legs started opening.
She definitely knew where he wanted to go with that, so she started opening her legs on her own.
She may have been the one flat on her back, but she almost felt dominant in her current situation. She was able to completely control his movements, heart rate, and erection, by the littlest movements of her own here and there. She knew by now how to play it.
He liked.
He traced a finger along one leg — up and down, and all around. And he took in the view.
Before he slowly turned over, and laid flat on his back.
He reached for her hand, letting her fingers clasp his as he pulled on them gently.
"Come here," he said softly.
She wasn't quite sure then and there what his intentions were, but she quickly realized them when he guided her on top of his chest.
She could already feel her clit throbbing as she hovered above his chest, awaiting the feeling of his mouth on her.
"All the way, baby," he nodded in a whisper.
She gingerly scooted up all the way, lowering herself near his face as she reached for the headboard for support.
The moment she felt him grip her ass tighter and make contact with his tongue, she gasped.
Her fingers instantly gripped the headboard, needing something to hold on to.
She let him do the work for a while, feeling his tongue inside her, flicking her clit, and moving in circles. But she couldn't help but transition from just sitting on his face, to grinding on his face soon thereafter.
He gripped her ass, pulling her down impossibly closer to his face. He wanted it all.
And it was a nice view on her end. His eyes were closed as he ate her out passionately. He looked like the picture of relaxation.
She went from resting her weight on the headboard, to resting her weight behind her on his chest.
She felt up his chest while she rode his face. It was so firm, and strong. And she couldn't help but move her hands further back to the top of his pants. He was already rigid — she could feel him through his clothes. But massaging him still had quite the effect.
He let out a soft moan against her clit, and gripped her body harder. She was already so close — so it sent her over the edge.
Frantic moans and breaths left her mouth as she grinded on his face faster, and more chaotically through her orgasm. Until all she felt was satisfaction, and her boyfriend's tongue still slowly swirling around on her sensitive clit.
She gasped and pulled off, gingerly rolling off of him and onto her back. She was sweating from all of that now, and her heart was racing like no other.
He rolled onto his side next to her and smoothed her hair back — though it definitely wasn't in a mood to cooperate right now.
"My God, baby," she whispered, panting at him.
He kept her hair off her face, admiring her with a smile.
"My God, yourself," he whispered, leaning in for a kiss.
She quickly closed her eyes and captured his lips in a kiss — though she couldn't kiss him for long without needing to stop for air.
"How you doing?" he asked, moving to her neck.
"I...loved that," she panted, pulling him closer. "I loved that."
A big smile formed on his face and he nodded. "Mhm."
"So...amazing," she nodded appreciatively.
"Amazing," he agreed. "But, um...I love it no matter what. You just...you just taste good, so. It doesn't matter how I do it, I just...fucking love it."
"Oh yeah?" she smirked, playing with his hair. "And how do I taste?"
He thought back and shrugged. "Sweet."
"Yeah?" she laughed.
He bit his lip and nodded thoughtfully.
"Yes."
"Well, that is quite the compliment, thank you," she giggled. "I'll have to keep up my...sweet-tasting...regimen."
He closed his eyes and nodded desperately. "So good. So...addicting."
"Addicting, huh?" she asked, now quite intrigued.
"Uh-huh," he whispered. "Very much so."
"You're addicting too," she whispered, leaning in for a kiss. "In fact. I think I need it. Right now."
He raised his eyebrows in question, and she nodded with a smirk.
The desire was so prominent in her eyes.
And his dick was hard as a damn rock — had been for a while now. So he was ready, too.
He turned and laid on his back, reaching for his belt with one hand to unbuckle it.
The sound of his belt unbuckling always sent a little bit of excitement through Olivia's body. Because she always knew what came next.
She unbuttoned his dress shirt as they laid there, helping him get naked.
"How about...on your knees," he whispered, getting off the bed.
She watched him lean down to grab what she knew would be the box of condoms from his bag, and she smirked.
"Yeah, baby," she whispered back, watching him rid himself of all his clothes that remained.
He tossed the box on the nightstand and kept a condom in his hand, crawling back in bed with her.
His dick was so hard, and slowly seeping his arousal. It was so sad to watch a condom slip over that, but the thought of him hitting it hard from the back right now cheered her up.
She got on her knees and reached for the headboard again — it was like déjà vu. Only this time he wasn't under her, he was behind her, currently gripping her hips hard.
He looked down and lined himself up, teasing her entrance with his tip. He licked his lips and pushed in slowly, to start.
"Oh —" she gasped, feeling him slowly fill her up. "Oh, baby."
He clenched his jaw, watching with pleasure until he was balls deep, all the way inside.
"Fuck," he whispered, feeling her around him. He lingered for a moment, so she could adjust, and he could cherish it.
"So...big," she gasped, exhaling deeply. She gripped the headboard hard, preparing herself.
"Need...a second? Feel good?" he asked, leaning forward to
"So good," she nodded. "Keep...going."
"Tell me how you want it," he whispered.
"Hard," she answered with a nod. "I want it...hard."
And with that, he started to slide out, and push back in.
"Yeah. I can do that," he said.
Anything for her.
He could tell from the get-go that this was going to be loud. Not just verbally from the two of them, but because of the headboard, too. It creaked, and it began to nudge the wall when he went harder.
But after a while, she couldn't grip the headboard hard enough, anyway. She'd transitioned to leaning her head down against the pillows and clutching the sheets desperately with her fingers while he hit it from behind.
She laid her head on one side, so he could see the side of her face that was facing up. She was biting her lip and smirking, as her own body thrust forward with each of his thrusts.
"Good...Livvie?" he panted, watching her reaction.
She smiled and opened her eyes, nodding at him.
"So — fucking good," she panted back.
He had to fight off his orgasm, because she just felt and looked too goddamn good. She almost looked relaxed right now, getting fucked so hard.
And that's exactly how she felt. His dick filling her up over and over again. His balls hitting her skin with each thrust.
It wasn't a very intimate position, but it sure felt good. She made it feel even better when she started rubbing her clit, too.
And that mixed with him hitting that spot. That had her starting to shake.
She was sure by tomorrow morning she would have marks where his hands were gripping her hips right now, because he was holding on so hard. It kind of hurt, actually — but she couldn't really focus on that. There was way too much else going on, and all of it was so enjoyable.
But she could tell he was holding off. He was panting, moaning under his breath right now.
So she rubbed her clit faster, and he began to thrust harder.
And when they did finish, they felt like a sticky, sweaty mess.
He shuddered after his spurts of cum filled his condom, and he slowly tried to unclench his fingers. They were practically locked, and it was painful when he straightened them out.
There were darkish red marks where he'd been gripping her, and he instantly felt regret as he saw them.
"Oh, Livvie. I'm...so sorry. You okay?" he asked, rubbing her hips.
"More than...okay," she nodded tiredly.
"I left...marks," he whispered. "Did I hurt you?"
"Baby. More than...okay," she whispered again, looking back at him with a soft smile.
"Okay. Okay," he nodded, looking down at their still-connected bodies. "I'm gonna...pull out now."
She sighed heavily and nodded. "Okay."
He slowly pulled out, holding latex-covered dick in his hand.
"Need to take care...of our stickiness," he whispered, as she relaxed her body and settled down on her stomach. She was calming down and getting back to a state of normalcy — which he had yet to do.
"Yeah, good...idea," she giggled quietly.
"Be back," he said, leaning down by her ear. "We're not done."
Her tired face brightened a little and she smirked, watching him get out of bed. "Hell no we're not."
When he came back, all cleaned up, himself, he was pretty sure she was still way too dead to the world to tend to herself. So he knelt above her and did it for her, careful not to make her uncomfortable where she was still sensitive.
He gently flipped her over, tending to the insides of her legs, and then smiled down at the absolutely exhausted body he saw below him.
"You better keep that handy," she whispered, nodding to the damp washcloth he'd set aside.
He chuckled and nodded. "I plan to. But I need...a minute, and I think...you do too."
"Yeah," she agreed with a laugh. "You've made me orgasm twice already. I'm...exhausted."
He smirked, settling down next to her.
"Good."
She scooted next to him, intertwining their legs and laying on his chest to cuddle. And he was just as eager to hug her body close.
There wasn't much longer he'd get to cuddle with her. They were both thinking it, but wouldn't bring it up. They'd agreed — not to make tonight too sad.
She just felt so safe in his arms. Being hugged by him, and held by him. There was pretty much no other place she ever wanted to be.
He moved his arm for a moment, but just to grab his drink on the table. He lifted his head, taking in a big gulp.
She giggled, which had him turning to look at her.
"What?" he chuckled. "You want some?"
She nodded, letting him tip the glass to her lips.
She took a few sips and pulled back, giving him an unsure look and licking her lips.
"It's whiskey," he chuckled, kissing her lips.
"Yeah, I'm not sure whiskey and Olivia like each other, but it tastes much better on you," she said, leaning back in for more.
He opened his mouth immediately and their tongues connected, brushing against each other slowly. He gripped the near-empty glass in his hand as they made out. She could truly taste it on his tongue, and his lips. Wasn't so bad that way.
"Mm," she murmured into his mouth, rubbing his chest.
He moaned back, with a long stroke of his tongue on hers. They both needed air after that.
"Whiskey...and sex, huh," she whispered, kissing his neck.
He exhaled deeply, feeling her suck on his skin. And he nodded, downing the rest of the whiskey in his glass.
"Mhm. Whiskey...and sex," he whispered, setting it aside.
"I think we could make that a thing," she said, before going back to that same spot on his neck.
"Oh...we could definitely make that a thing," he agreed, rubbing her back.
"I'll just...let you drink the whiskey, and then I'll make out with you after. I think that has a better effect for me," she shrugged.
He chuckled. "I like that idea. I...I actually love that idea. You could...you could make out with me again if you want. I wouldn't mind."
"Oh, yeah?" she asked, dragging her tongue up to his chin.
"Mhm," he replied lazily, turning her face so that their mouths met again.
After another long, tongue-heavy go around, they pulled away for air again.
"I'm going to miss kissing you so much," he whispered, giving her a soft kiss.
"Me too," she whispered, pressing her lips lightly to his again. "I meant what I said a while back. I could kiss you all damn day."
He smiled and laid his head back against the pillow. "Yeah. That...that intrigues me. Though I still think we would need...some chapstick."
"Probably," she laughed, kissing his cheek. "I could probably kiss you the rest of the tonight, too. But...I had other things in mind."
He watched her scoot down his naked body, clearly only aiming for one thing.
He wasn't soft, but he wasn't fully hard at the moment either. That is, he wasn't until her face was right next to it. She pressed a soft kiss to the base of his shaft, and his erection grew harder.
"Oh, well look at that," she whispered, gripping it in her hand and kissing his tip. "You missed me already."
"Always do," he said, giving her a lazy smile.
He watched carefully as she kissed him. She loved to do that. Made him more interested. Made him anticipate what she would do and when she would do it.
And he watched it all with a soft smile on his face, and his arms under his head in relaxation. His beautiful girlfriend, teasing him with her mouth however she pleased.
Yeah. He'd watch that all night.
"Mhm," he nodded, watching her lick the arousal from his tip. "Mmm, Livvie."
She pressed small little kisses all the way down his shaft, to his balls, and then back up. Before she took him all in her mouth. He hadn't been expecting it yet, which made her smile to herself as she knelt there, dick all the way in her mouth.
"Ohh...fuck," he murmured, watching her lips do their thing.
God, she was good at it. And she looked so good doing it, too.
She was kneeling between his legs, resting her forearms on his thighs. Her breasts were hanging there in plain sight for him to enjoy, too, and her nipples were hard.
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned, reaching forward to cup her cheek. "You look so pretty."
"Do I?" she asked, giving him a smile.
He was mesmerized, watching her plump, red-stained lips wrap around his tip again.
"Yes," he whispered. "Yes —"
He held her cheek, watching her bob on his dick. She felt his thumb rubbing her cheek affectionately — which only made her want to go harder.
One of her hands was busy right now, holding his dick, but she let the other hold onto his wrist, rubbing his skin.
She sucked on his tip for a good long while — the sounds of it filling the room. But she only did it a little bit longer before she reached for the box on the nightstand again.
He looked both sad that she'd stopped sucking his dick, but also very intrigued at what her next plans were. She ripped open that condom so fast, and rolled it on his stiff, wet dick.
And then she climbed on.
"Oh — Christ," he moaned, holding her hips.
She started slow, riding him. But she was able to pick up the pace fairly quickly. And she didn't worry about herself, or what felt good to her. She just wanted him to come again.
So within a few more moments, she stopped lazily riding on her knees, and she planted her feet on the bed and bounced.
This was where she hoped she'd warmed him up enough with her mouth — otherwise her legs would be sorry.
He moaned so loud — she thought there was no doubt the people in the next room could hear. If they hadn't already.
"Baby. Liv —" he said, squeezing his eyes shut.
She kept her hands firmly on his chest, feeling him up, which only added to his pleasure. And it didn't take long before she could see the physical signs that he was going to come.
He tensed up beneath her, clutching his empty fingers over and over again — until he wanted something to hold onto and reached for her breasts. He massaged them lazily in his hands while she bounced faster, and opened his eyes to let the wonderful view guide him into orgasm.
He bit his lip to hold in his moan, and his hands paused on her breasts as he spilled into his condom. She slowed down, riding him all the way through it, until his limbs went limp, and he about sunk back down in bed.
His breathing was uneven as he laid there, exhausted.
She lingered with him still inside of her for a moment, enjoying the feeling. And also the feeling of her hands on his strong chest.
He was so sexy. And the image of his tired body, as a result of her, beneath her, was so pleasing to her.
But she did slide off of him, to let her tired legs relax too. They definitely were burning after that.
She leaned in and kissed his cheek, before snuggling in next to him all over again.
"Oh, Olivia," he groaned, resting his head against hers.
"Damn right," she giggled, kissing his nose.
A soft smile formed on his face after the nose kiss, as it often did, and he closed his eyes comfortably, trying to calm his body.
She held onto him, running her fingers through his curly hair as they laid there. Relaxing him even more. Didn't hurt to give him a few head kisses, either.
"You tired?" she murmured, smoothing his curls back.
He nodded silently, but opened his eyes to look at her.
They were so pretty. He didn't know it, but those baby blues drove her crazy.
"You?" he whispered.
She nodded back and leaned in for a peck on the lips.
"This has been a very...tiring night," she smirked.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "You wanna...shower with me, when...we have the energy to move again?"
"Mhm," she smiled. "That sounds relaxing."
"Yeah, it does," he whispered, holding her close. "But I need...few more seconds. You did me...good."
"Yeah, I did myself good too. Legs are still burning," she giggled.
Realization dawned on him and he chuckled. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry."
He reached for her thigh and began to gently rub the soft skin.
"That's okay. That will always be worth it," she nodded. "I will always sacrifice burning legs for an orgasm. Yours, or mine. Doesn't matter which."
"Talk about taking one for the team," he whispered, smirking at her.
She smiled back and laughed, hugging him tighter. "Mhm. You're welcome, smiley."
And he was pretty smiley that night. There was no mistaking that. He had been from the moment he picked her up in the cab, and still was, later, as they got in the shower together. He was tired. But happy.
Olivia stood out of the line of water so she wouldn't get her now tightly-pulled back hair wet. He, on the other hand, was standing directly under the showerhead, getting soaked from head to toe.
She smiled at him as she wet her body with her hands, watching him turn periodically under the water.
He reached out for her hand and she took it — which he then used to pull her closer.
"You need some help?" he asked, pouring some of the little hotel bottle body wash in his hands.
"You bet I do," she nodded at him.
"I thought so," he agreed, rubbing his soapy hands together.
He was gentle, applying the body wash all over her body. Lathering her smooth skin up in soap. And of course, taking his time.
He massaged her breasts a little longer than he needed — but neither complained about that. And because he knew she didn't want to get her hair wet, he carefully rinsed her body of soap with his hands, periodically wetting them with the hot water.
"All done," he said, leaning in to peck her cheek. "But I think there was one spot I wanted to, uh...take a look at more closely."
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh?"
He eyed her clit, still swollen from the night they'd had so far.
He held her waist firmly and guided her back toward the far shower wall again, completely away from the water. And two of his fingers slowly went to her clit.
"Yes? Or...is it too sensitive?" he asked, slowly starting to rub it.
She bit her lip, assessed some things, and made a decision.
"You can definitely...continue," she nodded, reaching for his body to hold onto.
He nodded, moving his fingers in slow circles to start. But he gradually picked up speed.
She soon realized she needed to give him more to work with, so she rested one foot up on the edge of the bathtub — giving him easier access. But she kept a tight hold of him, gripping his shoulders the way he'd been gripping her hips earlier that night.
Hard. The kind of hard that left a mark.
Neither much cared about that, though. Not when he had her shaking for the third time that night. Fortunately enough for their neighbors, her sounds may have been slightly masked by the fan and shower this time. Maybe.
He licked his lips as he watched his fingers slow their circular motion to a stop while she came down from her high. The one leg that was wide open for him was shaking vigorously, but just now starting to calm.
Slowly, he moved his fingers from her clit to her shaking leg, rubbing the smooth skin to relax her. Along with another peck on the lips — which she could only lazily return at the moment.
"There. That'll help you sleep, yeah?" he whispered by her ear.
She nodded silently, finally thinking to loosen her grip on him. "Mhmmm."
"I thought it would," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "Just give me one more minute, and I'll be done, okay?"
She, again, could only nod silently.
That last one had done her in. But she did have enough energy to rinse her body one last time while Fitz washed his. She couldn't extend the same courtesy of doing it for him, because she was tired as hell.
And that particular fact made Fitz happy, because he was the reason why. He smirked at her as she sleepily toweled off next to him.
"What?" she giggled, watching him tie his towel around his waist.
"Nothing. You're just cute," he shrugged quietly.
"Oh, baby, you're cute," she said, reaching for one of the freshly folded robes.
He smiled to himself, and she smiled too. It was too contagious not to.
They both got ready for bed together — though Olivia's routine took a lot longer than Fitz's did.
Fitz's routine really only included brushing his teeth, combing his hair, some face moisturizer and of course, his medication.
It wasn't a lot anymore. He was really close to weaning completely off so he could start a new one. But he had to admit, almost being done with this medication seemed to have his body feeling a little better this past week. Just hadn't been right for him.
Olivia's routine, on the other hand, was much more extensive. Especially in the skincare and hair care areas.
By the time she had almost every other aspect of her night routine done, she came looking for her body lotion to put on in the room. Fitz was laying in bed, naked, looking at the room service menu.
"You hungry, baby?" she laughed, shrugging her robe off.
"No. I'm just looking for tomorrow," he answered, putting it back down on the nightstand.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I'm ordering us room service tomorrow," he nodded.
"Oh God, that sounds good," she nodded, smoothing the lotion into her skin.
Fitz nodded in agreement, and got a nice little show before bed, too.
"You're...not putting clothes on, right? I would very much prefer if you...stayed that way all night," she said, gesturing to him.
He chuckled. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" he asked, resting his arms comfortably behind his head as he watched her.
"Well, first and foremost, because you're always, like...oddly warm, and that's comforting. So cuddling when you're shirtless is top-notch. Second of all, because your dick is just..." she began, gesturing to it. "Well, that's really all there is to say. Because...your dick. It's just...right there — out in the open. Also very comforting. I mean, seriously. Look at it. It's just...so nice."
He cracked up, starting to blush.
"I appreciate your honesty, Livvie," he nodded.
"You're very welcome, smiley," she giggled, finishing up with her lotion.
"Well, I would be very happy to stay this way if you stay that way," he said, nodding to her naked body.
"Done," she smiled, crawling into bed with him.
"'Cause...see, this is...this is what comforts me," he said, staring at her breasts.
"Oh, yeah?" she asked, giving him a smirk.
He tilted his head slowly both ways, and nodded, mesmerized all over again.
"Yes. And then, if...we do this..." he began, gently turning her body.
She giggled, knowing exactly where this was going. She turned her body on her own, letting him get a good look at her ass.
He rubbed it, massaging it slightly. "Equally comforting. But it doesn't stop there."
"It doesn't stop there?" she laughed.
"Not even...not even close, no. So let's...let's bring you up here," he said, pulling her up onto his body.
She sat atop his upper chest, and he gently opened her legs with his hands. She obliged, widening her position. He used his thumbs, spreading her open just a bit for a better view, nodding in approval.
"Here we are," he added, studying her. "Beautiful."
She was laughing at him now, and blushing too.
"But. None of that comes close to the most comforting part," he said, reaching upward.
He cupped her cheeks, bringing her face down closer to his.
"Now this. This is what I'm talking about," he whispered, gently caressing her cheeks.
He stared into those big, brown eyes of hers. At the cute, purple wrap she had on. At her lightly flushed cheeks. Everything.
"Perfect."
Her face softened and she sighed, leaning in immediately for a kiss. A soft one, that turned into more of a long, wet, makeout.
She eventually pulled away a little breathless, and with wet lips.
"I love you," she whispered, softly kissing his lips again. "I love you so much."
"I love you," he smiled up at her.
"Ugh. I love you, I love you, I love you," she whispered, leaning down to hug him tightly.
His smile brightened, and he held onto her just as tightly.
She had her arms and legs wrapped around him, and her head on his shoulder. And he swore he could have fallen asleep like that. He really could have.
But they did eventually transition to more of a side hug — limbs tangled together comfortably under the sheets.
And after a tiring, but amazing evening overall, it didn't take much for either to fall asleep. Especially in the comfort of each other's arms.
One last time.
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