This was going to be a one shot. I have another story posted and I wanted to devote my time to writing only that one. However, this came to me the other day, so here you go. I hope you enjoy. Please leave a review.
Action II
Olivia sneaks in the stage door entrance, nods to some of the cast as they whiz by her. She plans on surprising Fitz. Her trip back to California took longer than expected. The time difference made it difficult for them to communicate daily. She approaches his dressing room, excitement swells inside her. She hears the play ending and the thunderous applause from the audience. She sees Jeff the stage handler. "Can you let me in?" She asks turning the knob, showing that it's locked. "Certainly, Ms. Pope," he says opening the lock. She engulfs Fitz's scent immediately and it brings her back to their last night together. She stands against the wall remembering his touch, his kiss, his words. She can hear his voice, it's deep, sexy. She plays with her necklace, anticipating his response when he sees her. The door clicks and she hears him speaking to someone, not realizing that she is there. "Just give me five minutes," he says. He closes the door, turns, notices Olivia standing against the wall. His heart stops for a second.
"Hi," she says softly, barely a whisper
"Hi," he responds.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, changing out of his character's clothes. "Can I help?" She asks walking toward him. Her small fingers undo the buttons on his shirt. He lets out a breath, watching her intently. He slips out of his shirt, hanging it on the rack. She admires his chiseled chest and abs before he places a gray shirt over his head. He unbuckles his pants and changes into a pair of black jeans. Olivia watches, desire settles in her body, she yearns for his touch. Three knocks rap on the door. "Fitz open up," a woman's voice demands on the outside of the door. His body language shifts from calm to stiff, he walks to the door, opens it. "Fitz, I was thinking we should do something light for dinner tonight, nothing to heavy." Melissa says walking toward him. Fitz steps back, looks at Olivia. Melissa glances at Olivia, rolling her eyes, "Oh!" "I can't tonight," he says. "Yeah...ok," she says slamming the door. Olivia's eyes are locked on his, anger rushing through her body. "Explain," Olivia seethes. "There's nothing to explain. We have dinner after the show. She knows I'm unavailable." He explains.
"Clearly, she thinks otherwise," Olivia hisses. "I'm not doing this tonight. I'm tired." He states grabbing his backpack, and swinging it over his shoulders. He opens the door, leaves Olivia standing in the dressing room. Her heels click on the hard-concrete floor, following him. He tells everyone goodnight. She is sure they can sense something is wrong. "Fitz," she calls from behind him. He sighs, stops. He doesn't speak, only interlocking his hand with hers, walking them outside.
He pauses at the black SUV waiting for him, "Your apartment or mine?" He asks. "Fitz, I don't have anything at your place." Olivia states. "You don't need anything," he says, bending his head getting in the SUV. Olivia eases into the car, sitting next to him. She glances out the window as the SUV moves. His head touches the black leather headrest, his eyes close. "You can stop the jealous girlfriend act." Olivia opts to keep quiet.
"Mr. Grant, we've arrived," his driver says opening his door. Fitz steps out, rounds the vehicle, opening Olivia's door. She hesitates before getting out. "I'm not jealous Fitz. I don't like Melissa." She huffs. "You are and it's cute," he says taking her hand. They enter his apartment. He throws the backpack on the floor by the door, flicks the lights on, pinning her against the wall, kissing her, deep. She whimpers, caught off guard by his forwardness. "I've told you I only want you. She is nothing to me. We have dinner...that is all." He groans lifting her shirt over her head. "I want the dinners to stop." Olivia demands, nipping his neck. "Done," he agrees. He lifts her, knocks the lamp to the floor and places her on the table. She jumps from the sound of the lamp crashing. "Fitz," she says. "Shhhhhhhh I can get another one," he says undoing her jeans, yanking them to the floor. He tugs at her panties with one hand, she wiggles out of them. Olivia unclasps her bra, needing his touch. He sucks her nipple in between his lips, grazing it with his tongue. His fingers caress her clit…she moans, "Mmmmmmm."
Olivia leans her head back on the wall, grips the side of the table with one hand, and pushes his head down toward her center. He scoots her to the edge of the table, bends to his knees, finds her clit, rimming it with his tongue. Olivia runs her hands through his short hair, missing his long curls. He sucks, nips, and licks at her clit. Her orgasm pulsates through her body. She jerks toward him, almost losing her balance on the table. She falls to his shoulders, exhaling, trying to slow her breathing. He lifts her, moves to the couch, and settles her slowly on the sofa cushions. He unbuckles his pants, swiftly, bringing his boxer briefs down. Olivia lifts her legs, wraps them around his strong back. He pushes deep inside her. "Mine," he whispers on her lips. He moves slowly, teasing her pussy. Olivia kisses every part of his body she can reach. He plants kisses on her neck, licks at a spot before sucking in her skin, leaving a mark. He pulls out, offering her only the tip. Olivia whimpers at the release. She reaches up sucks in his nipple, knowing it's sensitive. He pounds into her, pumps deeper with each stroke. "Take it," he demands in her ear. "Deeper," Olivia cries out. "Fuck," he groans, gyrating his hips harder. She moves her hips to his rhythm, causing the friction he needs. He releases inside her, hard. He stills, her legs slide down, aching from the position. He kisses her, their tongues duel, sloppy, wet.
He hardens again, she adjusts feeling his need. He flips them over, putting her on top. She rides him, satisfaction plastered across her face, she bites her lip and sucks it in. He moans, "Ahhhhhhhh." She's wet, extremely wet from her juices and his seed. He puts his hands behind his head, watches as she enjoys him, cumming multiple times on his thick member. He feels his orgasm nearing and he lifts his hips, toying with her nipples in between his fingers. His hands grip her hips and guide them on his length. She feels his dick pulsating inside her, releasing his seed again. She clenches her pussy, feeling each vibration. His eyes close, exhaustion sets in. She falls to his chest, breathing heavily, "We need a shower."
Olivia rummages through Fitz's drawer looking for something to wear. "Need something?" He asks stepping out the bathroom. "A shirt," she states. "You look fine," he responds. "I'm naked," she says opening the next drawer. "Bottom drawer," he responds. He walks over to her, runs his hand down her back, smacks her ass. She shudders. He opens a drawer locating a pair of gray pajama pants and slips them on. "I'm hungry. I'll make us something." She says. He nods, grabs a book from his night stand. Olivia slips on a shirt, walks out the bedroom, and down the steps to the kitchen. She whips up a light meal of avocado toast and scrambled eggs. They sit and eat on the couch. "That was yummy, thanks." Fitz says. He takes both of their plates and puts them on the glass table. Fitz places his reading glasses on, picks up his book and reads a few pages. Olivia scrolls through her phone answering emails and text messages. She sighs, laying her phone on her lap. He looks up from his book, meets her eyes. "Award season is coming up," she huffs. "Ok," he says laying the book on his lap. "I hate having to pick out a dress, wearing makeup, and doing my hair. It's so much preparation for one night." She states. "You can decide not to attend," he says leaning up taking her foot in his hands, massaging it. "I like going, it's everything that goes into it that I don't like. I'd rather sit on the couch in my yoga pants eating popcorn." She explains. He chuckles. "You have a great team, Liv. They'll make it easy. They always do."
"I wish you were coming with me." She says. "Are you ready for that?" He asks. "Ready for what?" She asks. "Walking the red carpet with me?" he asks. She ponders his statement. She's silent for a while, thinking. "You don't have to answer tonight but think about it. We should talk to our PR teams before we do it." He says. "Is this a relationship? Are we together?" she asks, softly. "Is that what you want?" he asks rubbing his hand up her ankle. "Yes, Fitz." She answers. She knows she wants him. There is no doubt in her mind. "Do you want to be with me?" She asks. His eyes are a deep blue, piercing through her, making her weak. "I want you. I want us. I've wanted you for a long time, Olivia." He responds. Olivia swallows hard at his declaration. "I'll do award season alone. Let's talk to our PR team and determine the best way to introduce our relationship. Is that ok? She asks. "It's fine. You know where I'll be for the next three months." He says. "I have some projects I'm working on, so I'll be back and forth." She says. "We'll make it work, Liv." He yawns. "Tired," she asks. He stands and stretches, "Yes." He extends his hand to her. She takes it. They walk upstairs settling in his king size bed. He pulls her closer to him, she nuzzles into his soft skin. Her mind races as her eyes close. He kisses her on the top of her head. He knows she is thinking about their conversation. "Don't over think it, Liv," he whispers.