Get Away
From her seat beside the window, she watched the Washington D. C. skyline grow smaller and smaller until it disappeared from sight completely. The further away it got, the giddier Olivia became. She loved her job and the American people she worked tirelessly for every day, but if she was honest, Olivia had been eagerly looking forward to this day to finally arrive. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she pulled away from the window and leaned her head against Fitz's shoulder. Not only was she free from work, she was with the man she loved. She intended to make every moment over the next four days count.
As she sat there watching the clouds float by in silence, she was reminded that just two weeks ago she had been sitting in meetings with her military leaders discussing strategies for taking the United States to war. The situation in Bandar that had taken every fiber of her attention and time and energy had escalated nine days ago. Olivia was on the brink of taking her country to war with a much smaller one, all because its leader was stubborn and pig headed. Threats hadn't worked, talks hadn't helped, and that only left one option. When their leader came to the shocking realization that the President of the United States wasn't going to back down from this particular fight; that she had called her military to action at her word, he quickly reconsidered his options and backed down with an apology of sorts. It wasn't perfect, but Olivia would take the offering over war every time.
It was a rousing victory for the United States as well as for the first female President. Fitz suggested that she rest for a few days, but Olivia wasn't giving any other foreign leader the idea that the situation in Bandar had wiped her out completely even though it had. Still, she kept it business as usual and kept herself busy with the running of the country she loved so fiercely.
Once everything had settled down and things were back to normal, Fitz reminded her of his idea to take her away for a little while. Olivia met with her Chief of Staff that same day to go over her schedule. She informed him that she was taking at least three days away. Five would be ideal, but she was taking no less than three. They compromised in the middle and four days were cleared for the following week.
It was good to have Cyrus on her side.
Secret Service was alerted to the impromptu mini vacation for the President, and they immediately got busy. Tom reached out to Mr. Grant to get the specifics. Dates, times, exact locations, plans, all of it. Fitz wasn't thrilled with telling them everything, but knew it was all part of being in love with the most powerful woman on Earth. Besides doing research online and making calls, four agents were sent to the location ahead of time to secure the area. The private bungalow as well as the places Mr. Grant had shared that he hoped to visit with the President were thoroughly scoured to the strict standards of the Secret Service.
In turn, they informed Mr. Grant that the President's Secret Service detail – with extra guards - would be staying in the bungalows surrounding the one the two of them would be residing in for four days. Thankfully, they kept the location to themselves to not spoil the surprise for their boss. Fitz was appreciative for that after giving up so much of his plans to the men who had sworn to protect the woman he loved.
Olivia closed her eyes, looped her arm through Fitz's, and laid her head against his shoulder; enjoying the peace and quiet.
Fitz leaned over and kissed the top of her head, lingering close to her. He was beyond thrilled at having her all to himself for the next four days.
She lifted her head and looked at him. He looked utterly at peace with his eyes closed and a small smile on his ridiculously handsome face. As much as she wanted him to relax while they were away, she was dying for some answers. She tried a light tone. "Won't you tell me where we're going now? There is literally no one I can tell from inside this airplane."
Fitz opened his eyes and looked at her. She was brimming with excitement like a little kid on Christmas day. It was supremely adorable. He liked the feeling of being able to surprise her over something as silly as a destination. It made him feel like they were any other happily in love couple. Those moments were few and far between when it came to him and Liv. The small smile on his face turned lopsided. "You're getting nothing from me until we get there, so stop asking and enjoy the ride."
He heard her give an unhappy sound, even though she didn't voice her thoughts. Peeking down at her, he saw the President of the United States pouting. Just like a kid. The visual brought a chuckle from the fixer, but he was wise enough to close his eyes before letting out the sound, so she wouldn't know he was laughing at her.
Fitz took her small hand in his much larger one and felt her thumb begin to rub little circles on his skin. He could feel the excitement coursing through her in spite of the soothing motion of her thumb. Whether it was due to getting away from Washington D.C. or heading to a little surprise getaway, it didn't matter to him. He always wanted to be able to surprise her.
"Do I have time to take a nap?" Olivia mumbled. She was already on her way into sleep, and didn't care what the answer was.
"You do. Sleep for as long as you want, Liv. We'll be on the plane for quite a while." He reclined Olivia's seat and then his own before the two of them fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
A voice broke through the silence on the plane hours later. "Good morning. This is the captain speaking. We will be landing at Motu Mute Airport in about ten minutes."
Olivia stirred before Fitz. She cracked her eyes open and blinked several times in an effort to keep them open. It was bright outside wherever they were. Where the hell was Motu Mute Airport anyways? Glancing to her left, she saw that the shade on her window had been let down. She lifted it and was greeted with the most beautiful scenery she had ever beheld.
The brilliant blue sky was dotted with lazy, white, puffy clouds in no rush to get where they were going. The water below was a mixture of beautiful colors. Some of it was royal blue while other spots looked aqua. All of it was gorgeous. The landing strip at the airport was narrow and appeared to be the only section of roadway on the island.
"We're here?" Fitz asked in a sleepy voice beside her.
"Where exactly is here?" Olivia asked, turning to look at him. A laugh immediately bubbled up from within her as she took in his appearance. Her hand automatically went to his disarrayed sleep rumpled curls in order to restore some order to them.
Fitz quickly leaned in and pecked her lips without saying a word. He found it quietly amusing that Olivia was trying to make him look presentable when she had mascara smudged along one cheek. He'd point it out before they got off the plane.
The captain's voice came through the cabin once again. "The local time is three minutes after seven, and the temperature outside is a balmy eighty one degrees. It's another beautiful day in Bora Bora."
Olivia listened intently for the location. She shrieked when she heard it and threw her arms around Fitz's neck, peppering peppered his face with kisses. "Bora Bora? Oh my gosh! This is going to be amazing, Fitz! Thank you, thank you, thank you! It's perfect!"
"Wait until you see where we're staying." Fitz told her.
The two of them took turns using the restroom on the plane before settling into their seats and buckling up for the touch down. Fitz noticed that Olivia's cheek was now mascara free, as it should be. She had tucked her hair underneath her George Washington University ball cap and slid on a pair of dark sunglasses. They exited the plane without any fanfare.
The leader of Bora Bora had been alerted ahead of time to the American President's arrival, but had been asked for discretion. Olivia wanted to be treated like a tourist, not the leader of a nation. She held Fitz's hand and walked beside him as they excitedly made their way to the warm sunny day outside. They were all smiles as they quickly ducked inside a waiting car at the curb and rode to their destination.
The cab came to a stop and Olivia saw a long wooden walkway leading out on the water. And then her eyes locked with all of the huts on stilts. She squealed loudly, – a very unPresidential sound – pulled on the cab's door handle, and practically jumped out of the car. "We're staying here? In one of these very cool and secluded houses on sticks?"
Fitz chuckled and got out of the backseat. After handing money to the driver, he went to Olivia and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, as the two of them took in the view. He pressed a kiss to her temple and said, "I thought you might approve."
"Approve? This is the best thing I have ever seen. Can we go inside now so I can look around? Please?"
"Well, that one isn't ours. We are all the way at the end." His voice got much quieter as he finished speaking. "I didn't want your loud screams waking up all of the neighbors. The view is great here, but it's much better and unobstructed at the end."
Olivia squealed again.
"I feel like I should tell you that the men in black are staying in the only hut beside us. They have been here since..."
Olivia turned around and put a hand over his mouth. "Nope. We aren't talking logistics for the next four days. We are just a couple of tourists staying in the most romantic place on Earth. I don't care who our neighbors are or what they hear every night. I love you."
"Mmmm." Fitz turned her around in his arms and rested his forehead against hers. "This is going to be an amazing four days, Liv. I have a few surprises up my sleeve for you."
She grinned up at him as the cab driver unloaded their luggage. "Oh really? What would you say if I told you that I might come up with a surprise or two of my own for you?"
Could she be any more perfect? He grinned down at her before dipping his head to peck her lips. "How? You didn't even know we were coming here?"
"I am the President. I have lots of connections and power." She explained mysteriously.
"I bet my surprises kicks your surprises' ass." Fitz teased.
"We'll see, Mr. Grant." Olivia stated confidently.
"I like this side of you. I can't wait to see whatever it is that you come up with." Fitz pecked her lips once more and took her hand. "Come on. Let's go see the shack we'll be staying in for the next couple of days."
"I don't care what it looks like. We are in paradise and I am thrilled to be here with you."
The two of them walked hand in hand down the spotless wooden pier. The water was a shade of blue that Olivia had never even seen before. It was beautiful and inviting, and she momentarily thought about jumping in. She kept walking beside Fitz in spite of her desire to jump over the rail and go for a swim. She wondered if she could talk him into a swim after they got settled?
They passed several other bungalows on their way to theirs. They were simple looking structures with thatched roofs, but Olivia could not wait to see the space that would be all theirs for the next four days. Everything was breathtaking here. Four days in paradise with Fitz were going to be amazing.
"This one is ours, Liv." he said, breaking through her happy thoughts.
They were at the end of the line of bungalows. The only thing that could be seen past it was perfectly clear blue water. It was like something out of a romance movie. The two nearest bungalows weren't right on top of theirs, but close enough that Secret Service could get to her quickly if needed. Fitz had thought of everything.
The next four days were going to be amazing. No White House, no briefings, no press corp, and no meetings. Olivia could sleep late, be make up free, lounge around in her pajamas if she wanted to, and just be with Fitz – doing whatever they wanted to for four glorious days. A smile spread on her face as the realization became cemented in her mind. She was free.
Fitz scooped her up in his arms as she giggled, and carried her into the bungalow. He kept her in his arms as he gave her a room by room tour of their private little hut on the water. The happy little noises that came out of her with every room that they entered was beyond endearing. By the end of the tour, she was hugging him tightly and the feeling of excitement could be felt vibrating off her skin. He started matching the little squeal as she let it out. They were laughing as they ended up out on the private balcony.
He lowered her to her feet and held her in his arms as they looked out at the water. After a few moments, Fitz looked down at her. "Well? What do you think? You were kind of shy about sharing your thoughts inside."
Mocking her, Fitz let out an excited squeal that ended with laughter.
Olivia pulled him close for a warm hug and just held on for a long moment. His large hands caressed her back lovingly. "This place is perfect. The private bungalow, the water, the fact that we are going to be here for four mind blowing days. All of it. Thank you for this little getaway. I know you had to deal with Secret Service, Cyrus, and your people, but it means so much to me to get to spend some time alone with you. It was very thoughtful and well planned out. I love you for taking care of the details. And for taking care of me."
"You're welcome." He pecked her lips once. "Now. Do you wanna go for a swim? I've been eyeing that water ever since we got here and it's been killing me to stay on land."
"I thought I was the only one struggling to not jump in! A swim would be so refreshing after being cooped up on a plane!" She ran her hand down his chest and said in a low voice, "I would really like to see you in swim trunks too."
"I'm going to brush my teeth real quick while you change into your smallest bikini." Fitz told her with a grin. "And then you can brush while I change. Deal?"
"Deal! I'll meet you out here in ten minutes."
Six minutes later, Fitz slid the glass door open and stepped out into the bright sunlight. Olivia was already in the water, swimming like a fish. "Liv?!" he accused with fake saddened outrage. "You didn't wait for me?"
"Fitz. It's Bora Bora! Of course I didn't wait for you!" She said while treading water. "Come on. Get in. This water feels like heaven on your skin. I'm starting to believe it's magical."
Fitz went down the few wooden steps that led to the lower deck. He jumped into the air over the water before grabbing his knees and dropping like a stone right in front of her. A perfect cannonball. Water splashed her face as he sank into the clear blue water. When he broke the surface, he immediately wiped his eyes and looked at Liv. She giggled and splashed water into his face before swimming away as fast as she could.
Chuckling at her revenge, Fitz wiped his eyes again and swam after her. They stayed in the gloriously perfect blue water for quite a while sharing kisses and splashes.
A little while later, Olivia swam over to the wooden deck and pulled herself up out of the water. Feeling Fitz's eyes on her, she slowly walked up the steps to where the padded lounge chairs were. Settling herself on her back, she tilted her face up, closed her eyes, and let the sun dry her wet skin. The warm rays felt heavenly, and after a few minutes she began to nod off.
Wet hands plucked her up out of her chair and devious laughter filled her ears. Olivia opened her eyes just in time to see Fitz midair, with her in his arms. She held her breath quickly and the two of them went under the water a second later. When she came up to the surface Olivia started laughing.
Fitz's head popped up in front of her a moment later. He half expected her to be mad at him for taking her out of her peaceful slumber and jumping into the water with her. Her laughter was a welcomed sound and he joined in laughing with her. "Sorry, Liv. I couldn't resist."
"It's okay." She replied. Her arms came around his neck and she gave him a genuine smile. "You have to go to sleep at some point." She swam to the deck and got out once again.
"Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiv?" Fitz called out, slightly worried now. "I love you. Babe?"
Olivia chuckled to herself but kept walking back to her chair.
Fitz got out too and followed her, grabbing a nearby towel. He needed something to break the ice. "Hey, Liv? Are you hungry? I could order us something to eat."
"Yes please. I'm starving. Breakfast would be great right now."
"What would you like?"
"Pancakes and fresh fruit please. And a really tall glass of ice cold orange juice." she told him.
"That sounds great. I think I'll have the same thing." He leaned down and gave her a smacking kiss. "Be right back."
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door and breakfast was delivered. The pair decided to eat at the table and chairs outside since the weather was nice and they weren't totally dry yet. Two silver domes covering their plates were lifted and food was revealed. Three fluffy pancakes were neatly stacked up on the plate. Two small pats of butter and a container of syrup were nearby. A white ceramic bowl was filled with pineapple, mango, cantaloupe, honeydew, and grapes. It was a colorful dish to complement the bland color of the pancakes. Both of them dug in, eating ravenously.
After breakfast, Olivia wanted to go for a walk to look around. They went inside and got dressed in shorts and t-shirts. Olivia grabbed her ball cap and sunglasses to not be noticed, while Fitz just wore sunglasses. Secret Service – also dressed like tourists – followed behind at a respectable distance. They leisurely walked down the long narrow wooden pier that had led them to their bungalow. They only saw two people outside, and both she and Fitz greeted them with cheery 'good mornings'.
Finally, they made it to the end of their pier. Greeted by the golden tan sand and lush foliage, they continued walking. The wooden pier ended and turned into a cement path and continued to wind through the island.
Olivia pointed to a dirt path that followed the cement one. "What's that?"
"Probably a trail for riding bikes." Fitz guessed.
"Ooooh! That might be fun to do one evening."
Fitz took her hand and said, "that can certainly be arranged."
"Everything is so beautiful here. The water is extra blue. The sun is golden yellow. Even the leaves and grass are a different shade of green. It's almost like more time and attention was spent when this place was created."
"That's exactly what I think every time I see you."
Olivia smiled and took quick little steps in an arch until she was standing in front of him. She got up on her tiptoes and put her arms around his neck. "I like vacation Fitz."
"You do?" He asked with a grin as his arms came around her waist.
"MmmHmm. He says the sweetest things."
"He puts a lot of thought into those sweet things he says too."
"It shows." Olivia teased back. She could see Tom and Jeffery standing a little way behind Fitz's back, but she ignored them. "I love you."
"I love you back" he said, and dipped his head to kiss her. His tongue slid into her mouth and she pulled him closer while making a sound of approval. Fitz ended the kiss, not wanting to cause a scene out in public where Liv could be recognized.
A person walked past them and commented, "nice hat."
"Thank you." Olivia cheerfully answered.
Taking her hand again, he made a suggestion as they began walking again. "I think we need to get you a new hat."
"What's wrong with my hat?" She asked, touching it.
"Nothing at all. It might be nice to have a hat from the French Polynesian so you look like a tourist instead of someone from the States though."
"That's a good idea. See, vacation Fitz is eager to buy me new things. That's another reason why I like him." She replied with a chuckle.
He squeezed her hand gently before bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "If vacation Fitz is buying it, he gets to pick out the hat."
"I get final approval."
Fitz quickly glanced behind them and in front of them before settling his baby blues on her beautiful face. In a low voice he humbly replied, "Yes, Madam President."
Olivia raised both eyebrows and gave him a smoldering look. Poking him in the chest she softly said, "don't start something you can't finish, Mr. Grant."
Fitz put his hands on her hips and walked her backwards until she found herself up against a tree with a soft thud. She looked up at him as if she was waiting for him to consume her right there on the spot. His voice was threatening. "I can finish just fine, Miss. Pope."
Olivia licked her lips as her eyes dipped to his. A yearning sound vibrated in her throat.
He leaned closer, getting in her neck. His lips blazed a trail on her skin as he made his way to her ear. "The things I'm going to do to you once I've had a short nap."
Olivia laughed and pushed away from him. "If I didn't need a nap myself, I'd be more upset."
They walked into a small gift shop and looked around. Fitz began looking through the hats, trying to find the perfect one for Liv. He glanced up to spot her, even though he knew Tom and Jeffery had her in their sights. She was looking through the clothing. She was a female through and through. He continued to look at the different hats, holding onto the ones he liked to show to her later.
"Look at this dress, Fitz. Isn't it gorgeous?" Olivia said, appearing out of nowhere right next to him. She was holding up a beautiful mint colored dress with island flowers on the print.
"That can't be a dress." He said, squinting at it. "It looks more like a tablecloth."
She rolled her eyes at him. "You know nothing about fashion. I love it and I'm going to get it. This one too."
"Ooooh, that one is pretty, and it's red. Your favorite color. Is it strapless?"
"MmmHmm."
"What's the deal with this tie on the side? Does that open up the whole thing?"
"MmmHmm."
"You're definitely getting that one! And I'm going to pull on that tie when we get back to the bungalow to kick off fun time after dinner." Fitz informed her, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I can live with that. How did the hat hunt go?"
"Very good." He replied proudly. "I found this straw bucket hat with this cute bow on the side. It looked very you."
Olivia made a face and shook her head side to side.
Ignoring her dissatisfaction Fitz continued showing her the hats he had found there. "They have a panama Jack hat with a black band around it. It's dressy enough to be worn with shorts or a dress. And the black band will match everything you own."
"Better." was all she said.
"This crocheted raffia one is really cute. And it has turquoise beads around it, giving it an island vibe."
"That one is cute, but what else you got?"
He presented her with a large sun hat, and watched her eyes practically pop out of her head. He knew she'd love this one. It was why he'd saved it for last. "This one is a large floppy hat for lots of protection from the sun as well as nosey tourists. Personally, I like the double fringe around the edges. It's very chic and modern and it's on trend for twenty twenty."
She opened her mouth to ask him how in the hell he could he possibly know that.
"I am well aware that I'm not Marc Jacobs, Tom Ford, or even Michael Kors. But I do know how to dress myself, and I look fantastic on a daily basis."
Olivia grinned and reached up, running her hand along his newly stubbled cheek.
Fitz pulled his head away from her hand and shot her an annoyed look for pointing out his vacation stubble. "And I know what looks good on you. This hat is the one, Liv and you know it."
"It is the one. I love it, it's on trend, and well...it's gorgeous. but I do enjoy watching you slide into fixer mode."
He clenched his jaw as his head moved closer to hers until his lips hovered just over hers. "This fixer is going to slide into you later on" he threatened softly before pecking her lips.
Olivia grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him closer, making the kiss last longer. She broke the kiss abruptly, looked into his brilliant blue eyes, and said, "buy me the dresses and the trendy hat too please."
"Okay. Do you want to find somewhere to get lunch while we're out?"
"That sounds good to me."
Fitz paid for her items and asked the sales woman to cut the tag off the hat.
Once outside, Olivia switched hats quickly as Tom and Jeffery stood at a distance. She put her Georgetown University cap inside the bag with her new dresses. Fitz carried the bags in one hand and held her hand with his empty one.
They ate lunch at an open restaurant on the beach called Bloody Mary's a while later. It was a beautiful place across the street from the water. It had a sand floor and cute wooden tables and small wooden bar stools for seats. Olivia had a fresh tuna salad sandwich and Fitz had bacon cheeseburger. Both were delicious.
By the time they were done eating neither one of them could stop yawning. He paid the bill, leaving a generous tip, collected the bags from the floor near his chair, and the two of them headed back to the bungalow as once again, Tom and Jeffery kept their distance.
On a yawn Olivia said, "I think the jet lag is kicking in right now. I need to lay down for a few hours or I'll never last until dinnertime."
"I'm..." Fitz yawned loudly. "right there with you. Are you going to be upset with me if I get a cab instead of us walking?"
"God, no! I was about to suggest it myself." Olivia said in a sleepy voice. She perked up when she saw an empty cab. "There's one!"
Fitz raised his arm, making eye contact with the driver who sat up a little straighter in his seat and nodded at them. He opened the back door for Olivia and scooted in the seat beside her. Tom sat beside Fitz and Jeffery took the front seat without a word. Fitz gave the driver the name of where they were staying and laid his head back against the seat.
Tom tapped on Fitz's arm the moment they arrived at their destination. He blinked his eyes open, surprised that they had gotten their so quickly. Money was given to the driver and all four of them exited the car.
The walk down the pier to the last bungalows seemed infinitely longer than it did when they left. It was slow going, but when they made it back, Fitz and Olivia watched Tom and Jeffery veer off to the bungalow housing her Secret Service agents as they kept going to theirs.
Olivia opened the door and trudged inside. She heard Fitz drop the bags near the door, but she didn't look back at him. She was having a difficult time keeping her eyes open. A clothing trail was left in her wake on her way to the bed. It had already been made up by housekeeping and it made her groan knowing she'd have to work at getting in the bed. She had been thinking about sleeping on those cool sheets for the past half hour.
Crawling up to the pillow, she jerked the blanket and sheets down before she dropped face down on the pillow. "Oh my god, Fitz. C'mere. This bed feels so good."
He had stripped down on his way to the bed too, and getting in on the vacant side, flopped down on a groan. "Just a little nap. And then we'll go out for dinner, okay?"
"Should I set an alarm?" she mumbled.
"No, we'll get up on our own. I'll wake you up in two hours."
"Nite."
Four hours later, Fitz opened his bleary eyes. They felt like they had every grain of sand in Bora Bora in them. He was still beyond exhausted, but he knew their window of being able to go out and get dinner somewhere low key was growing smaller by the hour. The later it got, the more people would be out and about. And that meant more chances of Olivia being noticed by someone. He had plans to get her flat on her back the second they got back from dinner anyways. It was time to get that plan underway, and it started with him waking her up.
Looking at her, you'd never know she was the President. She was snoring lightly and mumbling something unintelligible in her sleep. "Liiiv?"
She never even acknowledged him.
He gently rubbed her back and spoke a little louder, even though he wanted nothing more than to lay down beside her and go back to sleep too. "Liiiiiiiiiiv? Come on. We've got to get up."
"Go away." she mumbled.
"Aren't you hungry? You wanna go get some dinner somewhere nice?"
"No." She never opened her eyes.
"We can come back here and swim some more after dinner. It'll be cooler by then. I'll bet we can skinny dip in the pretty blue water and no one would even know."
"I hate you." She opened one eye, groaned, and then closed it again, rolling over.
He chuckled at her antics and reached a hand under the sheet to lightly pinch her ass. "Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Get up."
"That's your name." She informed him without moving.
"Sleeping Beauty? Why is that my name?"
"That's what Huck called you when you fell asleep at the hospital last year."
"Can we please go a day without talking about Huck?" Fitz whined. "We're on vacation, Liv."
She rolled over and opened both of her eyes, even though they screamed for her to shut them again. "Fine. No more talking about him. I'm up! See?"
"Do you want to take a shower first or do you want me to?"
"Nooooo. I'll go first. You'll use up all the hot water. I know your tricks."
"Liv, you've got to get out of bed if you're going to take a shower first."
"I'm in the shower in my mind."
"Fine. I'll try to save you some water. No promises though." He got up, knowing she'd spring to her feet any second.
"I'm up, Fitz! Go pick out something to wear that I like. Since you're the fashion police now." She darted out of his way as he leaned towards her to swat her ass.
An hour later both of them were stepping out on the pier again. Olivia was wearing her mint green "tablecloth" and Fitz was wearing navy pants and a crisp white button up shirt. Both of them had eyed each other longingly while they got ready for dinner. Now that they were leaving, neither one of them wanted to go. They had each had moments of almost voicing how they felt about going out, but neither wanted to let the other one down.
Finally, Olivia became bold enough to speak up. Turning to Fitz she asked, "do you really want to go to dinner tonight?"
His reply was quick. "Hell no. I want to stay here and do things to you."
She saw Tom and Jeffery step outside in her peripheral vision, but she figured they would get the hint that they weren't going anywhere real quick. "I don't either. I want you back inside and naked. And you have thirty seconds to get that way."
He yanked her roughly up against his body and ravaged her mouth. Their tongues slid against each other as they pulled each other close. His hand slid up her bare thigh when it discovered the slit in her dress. Finally, his lips left Olivia's and moved into her neck. He kissed and nibbled the tender skin there before whispering in her ear, "you've only got twenty seconds to do the same. Any clothing still on your body after that will be removed by my teeth."
Olivia groaned and stumbled back towards the door. She pulled Fitz inside and shut it behind them. Both of them were back in the bed, fully undressed, well before either threatened timeline.
The next morning, Olivia carefully slid out of bed and picked up the first thing her hands found on the floor. She wanted to watch the sunrise. It had been too long since she had been able to do so. Very quietly tiptoeing out of the bedroom, Olivia made her way to the bathroom to relieve her screaming bladder. She quietly closed the door and flipped the switch on the wall, causing the small room to fill with bright light. It was a stark contrast the darkness in the rest of the indoor space, and she had to squeeze her eyes tightly to keep from momentarily going blind.
As she sat on the toilet, she pulled whatever item of clothing she had retrieved from the floor on her body. She cracked one eye open and glanced down once it was on and smiled. She had gotten Fitz's white dress shirt. Inhaling deeply, his scent filled her nostrils. It started out a pleasant smell, but quickly soured, making her feel ill. She quickly wiped and flushed before turning around and throwing up the contents of last night's late room service.
Olivia stilled to see if that was the end of it or if there was more to come up. It seemed to be over for now. She prayed that Fitz hadn't heard it. She flushed the toilet once again and pulled the lid down before turning to sit on top of it. Taking an unsteady breath, Olivia put a hand lovingly on her flat belly and spoke softly. "You can't do that whenever you want to. We've talked about this, little one. I still haven't told your daddy about you yet."
The next chapter will be more of their little vacation in Bora Bora. I hope you all are enjoying it so far. Stay safe. Until next time...