Happy Tuesday/Valentine's Day! I'm so sorry for the long break. Inspiration comes in waves, unfortunately. I finally had this weekend to finish this up. Thanks to everyone I've talked to on here, Twitter, and Tumblr. Your friendship and encouragement means so much to me. Feel free to stop by and say hi.

A week had passed and Fitz Grant was lonely, frustrated, and craving to see his Liv. It wasn't fair. He needed to see her, but time was not on their side.

He locked the doors to his car, and made his way to his office. The sounds of each floor's arrival on the elevator fell deaf on his ears because he was occupied with thoughts of Olivia. Remembering how their last kiss felt. Her lips were incredibly soft on his face. When she touched him, shocks had moved through his body. Usually when he was attracted to someone, it was very shallow. Heartbreak surely changed how connected with others.

But with Olivia, he was overwhelmed by all of her. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. He wasn't planning for it to happen, but when she kissed him, all of those feelings came to the forefront of his mind. Now that he asked her to be his girlfriend, this was a reality.

Spending the moments wondering if she enjoyed being with him as much he did with her. She brought this joy that he hadn't discovered in years. Before Teddy was born. But he had to consider his son. In all of this.

Would he be okay with having another person in their lives? Fitz was still getting over the pain of Mellie leaving. His heart being crushed, he almost vowed to never love effortlessly again. He did not want a repeat. His heart wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Fitz?"

"Yes?"

Cyrus Beene, his senior partner and founder of the law firm, was hovering at his desk. Apparently, he had been waiting for Fitz's undivided attention, but he was no match for the daydreams. Fitz didn't even realize how he got to his desk, because he was so involved with his thoughts.

"Did you RSVP for the gala? Liz North is on my ass about headcounts."

"Hmm," Fitz halfheartedly agreed.

"Fitzgerald!"

Removing his glasses - the pair he reluctantly only used for reading fine print - Fitz gave Cyrus his full attention. "Got it. I'll RSVP now."

"You have to have a plus one."

"What," Fitz asked with a frown.

Cyrus shot his hands in deference, in classic dramatic fashion. "I don't care who it is. You just need to bring someone. The photo opps are important. It will be odd looking extra single, Fitz. With all the attention you receive every time you go out, you want to look good and have someone on your arm. Unless you want to give off that impression for Washingtonian and Washington Life. And you know how they can be, having ladies knock on your door every night."

Letting out a heavy sigh of exasperation, Fitz opened up his address book. The local media always had their eyes on him; his playboy tendencies were well-documented, but stopped when he got married. The moment the wedding band came off, the rumors began to swirl again. It annoyed him greatly, since he had Teddy. He wanted a quiet life and switching up his dating ways were essential because of his son. But since he was the golden boy of the firm, striking handsome, and efficient with his work, Cyrus and the others relied on his charm and good looks to make moves in DC.

As he gave Cyrus the full confidence that he would follow through, Fitz picked up his receiver and called Olivia. She answered on the second ring.

"Olivia Pope.'

"Hi, Olivia Pope."

"Hi."

Smiling into the receiver, already feeling better now that he had Olivia in his ear, Fitz asked, "Do you have a minute?"

"For you, possibly."

Fitz couldn't get enough of Olivia's snark. It was the first thing he noticed about her personality when they met at the restaurant. "I have an event coming up. It's a gala. Mostly social, but there is networking involved. Would you like to go with me?"

"When?"

"Next Saturday."

"Can I get back to you?"

Fitz slowly answered, "Yes...but the sooner, the better. The organizer is giving us - mainly me - a hard time for not RSVP-ing in a timely fashion."

"Dragging your feet?"

Shaking his head, knowing that Olivia would catch his misstep, he said, "Yes."

"I see."

Fitz leaned back in his chair, bringing his legs to cross over on the desk. "I miss you." Olivia didn't respond right away, which did not go unnoticed. He was expecting a fast and sweet echo.

"Liv?"

"What?"

"I miss you," he repeated.

Olivia answered in a rushed tone, "I'm busy."

"I'm busy too. When can I see you?"

"I have two cases to work on, so I'm not sure when I'll be done. It gets extra busy when Congress gets back in session."

"Oh," Fitz replied apologetically. The quick pace of her responses discouraged him. "Ok. When are you free?"

"Friday."

That was at the end of the week; Fitz couldn't handle it. "Seriously?"

Olivia hummed in agreement. "Tentatively. You know the business. Anything can happen. A fixer cannot pick and choose who and when to save."

Fitz swung his legs back down to the floor, and leaning on the desk, he smoothly commented, "Actually you can. You're the boss. And you have a team who ca-"

"Who need me, Fitz Grant," Olivia spoke. "But I will pencil it in right now."

Willing to take whatever he could get, Fitz made a note of the date. "My place?"

"Sure," Olivia plainly agreed. "Trio date?"

The phrase made him wince. He couldn't tell if Olivia included the scenario out of spite. "Unless Gracie miraculously cancels her plans, then yes, I'm sure it will be Grant, Pope, and Grant."

Fitz didn't think about it before, but as he soon as he answered Olivia, he knew this was going to be a constant issue. What would they do if Teddy was around? They hadn't talked in detail about the logistics of dating each other. Would Teddy need to be included every time. The intimacy they had yet to share - would it take a back seat?

"I'm sorry, Liv."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Now you know how I feel. We still have lives outside of our relationship," Olivia promptly stated. "We will just have to be creative and make adjustments."

Fitz inwardly cursed. "I'll figure it out. I want to spoil you rotten."

"I'm sure you will."

"And make you moan and see your wild side."

Olivia tisked, making Fitz chuckle. He knew his comment would throw her off of her game and make her blush.

"Is this your work number," she stammered.

Fitz could feel his cheeks rise. "Yes."

"And you're talking like this? Was if your secretary heard you? Or a partner clicked on the wrong line?"

Fitz let his lips part, clearly amused by the sexy twist in conversation. Lowering his voice, he told her, "It's a secure line. Confidentiality and all."

Olivia huffed. "Hang up and text me later."

"Bye, Liv."

Hearing the click of the dial, Fitz smiled, knowing he was going to do her right and take her by surprise.

"Hey man."

Fitz decided to give Harrison a call after picking up Teddy from preschool. It had been a long day and he needed to talk and hopefully receive some good advice.

"Fucking Fitz Grant, how's it going?"

Harrison always knew how to start a conversation.

"Not too shabby. How are you?"

"It's going alright! Just working through this heat."

"Work going well? How's good ol' Cyrus?"

Moving about to clean up some of Teddy's Legos and toys, Fitz answered, "Same old, same old. He's been on my tail about this gala. I didn't think it was such a big deal. But you know how he gets, optics!"

Harrison agreed, "Oh yes. I'm assuming you didn't RSV in time. How's my Ted Monster?"

Fitz marveled, "Boy is growing like a weed. Hey, I wanted to thank you again for bringing Liv my way. She's a jewel."

"I knew you would like her. I know how both of you operate and I had a feeling it would work out."

"We haven't been able to get together as I've like. It's frustrating to say the least. But we talk a lot on the phone. And that's great."

Harrison was happy for him. "That's awesome, Fitz. It can be hard to make a relationship work, but I think y'all have what it takes."

Nursing a fresh glass of scotch, Fitz wanted to confide in Harrison. He could tell it may not be received well. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything," Harrison replied.

"I don't know how to say this but, I think I'm in love with her."

Harrison didn't answer for a few seconds, which scared Fitz. But then his chuckle broke the silence. "Are you sure? Have you seen the real Olivia? You only know a little bit about her."

Leaning against the kitchen island, Fitz confirmed. "I'm positive. We talk on the phone a lot and she does share with me. She blows me away, even when she's cautious. I still see this lovely woman beyond the tough wall. I haven't said this before and I'm telling you now. Silly as may seem, I know that I'm in love with an incredible woman."

Glancing over his shoulder to check on Teddy, Fitz was pleased to know that he was watching one of his favorite shows. He waited for Harrison to respond. A part of him assumed his friend would shut him down. Tell him he's moving too fast, not thinking logically. Fitz always led with his heart, when it came to true relationships.

"You know I love you both. All I'm going to say is do what's best for you and your son, and that will turn into caring for Liv. I know she'll try to run and hide to protect herself, but don't let her go and don't give up on her."

Fitz wasn't expecting Harrison to give such advice. "Wow. Okay."

"I'm not trying to scare you off. I just - want you to know that it may not be easy. For either of you. You live busy lives and from what I have seen, you take your careers seriously. And especially you. Providing for Teddy. Both of you haven't had the best luck when it comes to love. But talk to her. Listen to her. Be honest with her. Fall in love with her every day. You'll make the right choice."

Friday didn't work out; every other date that Fitz gave, Olivia couldn't make. More clients for OPA. It didn't help that Fitz was booked with meetings himself. As expected, work was keeping Fitz apart from Liv. It was becoming a sad reality. Thankful for technology, the two called every day. Texting was a great resource, especially when the younger Grant was in the room. They could exchange flirty messages and intelligent banter.

It had been two weeks since Fitz and Olivia physically saw each other. Counting down the time until Saturday evening. With his neighbor's blessing and promise to take care of Teddy for the 36 hours, Fitz drove downtown to meet his date.

His black tux was nicely pressed with his hair slicked back, Fitz knew he looked good. Tonight was going to be their first night out, sans Teddy. He had a vibe that Olivia was a little nervous about making such a big public appearance, but he promised her that he would take care of everything and protect her.

Ringing the doorbell, he stepped back so he could get a wonderful look at his girlfriend. Fitz knew Olivia was going to show out. His assumptions were correct as Olivia greeted him at the door. In a sleeveless black and white asymmetrical gown, that had cinched in all the right places, and flowed to the floor, she smiled. Her hair was the only decoration on her neck. The look of joy on her face made his heart swell.

"Hi, Fitz."

She was taking his breath away once again, he could barely speak. "Hi. You look glorious."

"You're too kind. Look at my handsome date."

Olivia stood on her toes while Fitz leaned down. Their first kiss in weeks. It felt like the one they shared in this hallway. He didn't want to let go of her lips, but knew he had to when he felt Olivia's hands nudging him.

"Hmm, I love your mouth," he said, giving a crooked smile.

Pushing him away some more, Olivia sweetly reminded, "Fitz…we haven't even gotten out the door."

Taking her hint, he offered his arm. "Mademoiselle Pope, I hope you are ready to have a fun evening with me."

Fitz and Olivia arrived at the Renwick Gallery. Already crowded with members from several firms and agencies, the gala was bursting with color and life. They first saw Harrison, schmoozing with other guests.

"Hey, Liv!"

"You didn't tell me you were going to be at this function. I would have gone as your plus one," Olivia joked. Fitz rolled his eyes as Harrison laughed. The three walked around the space, meeting new people and reconnecting. Fitz noticed Cyrus giving him an interested look, so he had to bring Olivia over.

"Cyrus, may I introduce you to Olivia Pope."

Cyrus got very excited. "THE Olivia Pope? Grant, you surprise me. Bringing in the best crisis manager in town to this event."

Fitz nodded, rubbing his hand on her back. "She is the one who chose me."

"Nice to meet you, Olivia."

Olivia shook his hand and gave a cordial smile. "Likewise."

After talking with Cyrus, Fitz introduced Olivia to a few other co-workers, and other associates.

The cameras were flashing non-stop, capturing so many moments for their magazines, the Style section in the Post, and their blogs.

"Fitz! Mr. Grant!"

"Miss Pope!"

Fitz knew Olivia was over it; rolling her eyes and sighing right before posing.

"We haven't seen you at these events before."

Olivia cleared her throat, and gave her best professional voice. "I'm never been invited to these, until now. Just here to support my friends."

After talking with another reporter, Olivia paced to a mini-bar. Fitz wanted to give her some space so he continued to socialize. It was over ten minutes and she still hadn't returned. He excused himself to find her. Olivia was sitting at a table, sipping on a glass of red.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," she mumbled. "I'm fine. I should be used to this."

Fitz kissed her shoulder, which made her shudder, and gave him an equal chill down his spine. "I should have warned you. We'll get out of here soon. Thank you for humoring me."

"Grant! Come on over, we need to take our picture."

Fitz shook his head; maybe the atmosphere was overwhelming for her. But he wanted to get steal her away as he could.

"Give me two minutes."

Slapping Harrison on the back, Fitz met up with the partners. Toasts to the success of the year, with more photo opps. Fitz was having a great time. But he needed to get back to Olivia. He returned to her, slow danced with her when the band played. She was relaxing in his arms.

He rested his forehead on hers as they waltzed. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Me too," she echoed his sentiment. They smiled and they knew everything would be okay.

When the song ended, Cyrus and Liz North approached the couple. They were rapping about some proposal and Fitz was not in office mode. At all.

"I have to get back to my son," he stated to Liz and Cyrus. "Thank you so much for a wonderful evening." He noticed Olivia's smile fell. If only she knew what he had in store.

"C'mon, Liv."

Olivia pursed her lips and turned on her heel. He knew she was annoyed. She must have thought this was the end of the night. As they walked outside of the hall, towards the valet, he caught up to her, whispering in her ear. "Guess what?"

"What?" Her droll response cut deep.

"I got us a room."

Olivia stopped and asked, "A what?"

"A room."

"For what reason?"

Fitz rocked on his heels, smirking as if he had no clue what she was talking about. "I want to spend quality time with stay overnight. No interruptions," he kissed her lips. "No distractions." Another kiss on her soft neck. "And no baby."

"He's not a baby," Olivia reminded.

Fitz nodded. "He's my baby. And he's not about to cockblock me. So, you can have all of my undivided attention tonight and tomorrow morning."

"Fitzzzz…."

He liked the sound of that. "I have to do what I need to do."

Olivia's grin crept back. "You plan well, Mister."

"That's new."

"Fitzy sounds too cute, so Mister was my best idea. I like that," she disclosed, locking fingers with him.

After calling for the valet to swing his car around, Fitz asked, "How much time do you need to pack a bag?"

Olivia patted his cheek. "Fifteen minutes."

"Make it twenty-one."

"What?"

Amused by Olivia's quick responses, he added, "I'll wait for you. Twenty-one minutes. Wiggle room. I love that number. Plus it's…the day I found we were having Teddy," he quietly finished, blushing.

Olivia caught on. "You don't have to be embarrassed. He's a part of you, a major part of your life."

Fitz sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't know how I can talk to an adult without bringing up my son."

"Just don't call his name while we're making love," she purred.

Fitz rushed back to Olivia's apartment and parked in a visitors spot.

"Twenty-one?"

"I'll time you."

I can hardly wait to hold you

Feel my arms around you

How long I have waited

Waited just to love you

Now that I have found you

Fitz watched for Olivia. It wasn't like she was going to not return, but his body reacted in different ways when she wasn't there. It seemed like an eternity, but she returned with a large travel bag.

"How did I do on time?"

Checking his watch, he smiled. "You made it in twenty."

Olivia buckled up, tapping his hand. "With a minute to spare."

Fitz didn't waste time to get to the Mandarin. Since it was 10:30, traffic was bearable. When they got to the hotel, he leaned in to kiss Olivia. She blushed and looked away. "Come on," he crooned.

Giving his key and a tip to the parking attendant, he led his sweet Liv to the hotel lobby.

"Good evening. I have a reservation under Grant."

"Very good, Sir. Right this way."

Olivia strutted to the elevator. Fitz marveled at her curves and gorgeous silhouette. He was very ready to spoil her rotten. He smirked as Olivia began to realize where they were heading. Finally, the doors opened to the Presidential Suite. It was the best room they had and he wanted privacy.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Olivia's candor response made him laugh heartily. "I guess so, my lady. I meant what I said. I wanted alone time. If that means, away from everyone, so be it."

"Okay," she relented.

They shared another sensual kiss. Fitz couldn't help himself but stare as she floated away to freshen up. He took off his jacket and bow tie. Rolling up his sleeves, he tried to get comfortable.

"Are you hungry?"

"No," she answered from the other room.

Fitz took the opportunity to pour some champagne. He took long strides to get to her in the bedroom. It was a like a maze from the entrance of the suite to the room they would use. But in his mind, they could use any space she desired.

Olivia was sitting at the vanity, taking off her earrings.

"Here," he offered her a flute. She thanked him and they proposed a toast.

"To tonight."

Olivia tilted her head slightly and winked. "Tonight."

"Did tonight bore you?"

Slipping of her heels, Olivia commented, "No. I'm just used to being behind the scenes."

Fitz stood behind her and draped his arms around her. "I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable." Kissing her neck, he hummed as he pressed his lips on her skin.

"Ooh," she moaned. "Hey, I'll be right back."

Fitz raised his eyebrow as she stood and went into the other bedroom. He opened everything was alright.

When the door opened, he almost fell back. Olivia had taken off her dress and was standing in the hallway in only a rose-gold set of a strapless bra and panties.

"My God."

Tucking her hair out the way, she bashfully looked at something else and beveled her foot.

"I hope…this is okay."

"It's more than okay, Olivia. You are stunning."

Olivia stepped forward, with a contained demeanor. "It's time for you to take off your clothes," she challenged with a smirk.

Fitz pulled his shirt off as Olivia unbuckled his pants. In a rush, he untangled himself, leaving him in black boxer briefs.

"Oh, Fitz," she whispered. His name never sounded so good on a woman's lips.

"Yes?"

"Take me now. I'm so ready for you."

"Let me see you."

Olivia's eyelids lowered while unclasping her bra. Fitz was salivating, watching her breasts fall out. They were perfect and round - her chocolate buds beginning to harden.

Fitz took a step closer. "May I?"

"Please."

Dipping his head, he latched onto one nipple, sucking, rolling his tongue. Olivia's hands automatically reached into his thick hair. While he used his hands to massage the other breast.

"Fitz…"

"I know. Sweet baby," he proclaimed. "I'm going to make you so happy tonight." Switching to the other breast, he said, "Thank you for waiting for me."

Olivia's breath hitched. Grabbing his head, she brought up back to standing so they could kiss. They were rushed, sloppy, and awesome. Fitz wanted to devour her right then and there, hoping he could just inhale her. He needed her to breathe.

"I came prepared," he slurred against her mouth. His hands going anywhere and everywhere.

Olivia had to laugh. "Good. You look irresistible, Fitzgerald."

"Oh, man," he moaned as she pulled away. She looked fantastic in only her panties. Her natural curves. Her hair cascading down on her shoulders. Beautiful didn't describe how amazing she looked.

"Liv."

"Is this okay?"

"Hell yeah."

"What's this?" Olivia reached to touch his covered reaction; "I love it."

Eyes dark with lust, Fitz was already content with how the evening was going.

"Go lie down, baby."

Olivia was becoming another woman; still strong and confident, but the added layer of sensuality was hitting Fitz right in the face. Her hips swayed profoundly, doing as Fitz asked. His cock was aching and throbbing, ready to fill her up.

With a boost of energy, he discarded his boxers and got to the bed. Smiling at his Liv, so ready for the night to truly begin. Taking off her panties, he was awestruck by her natural beauty. Fitz went down on his knees and pulled Olivia's legs forward. Using so much restraint, he separated her folds. He was so rudely interrupted a few weeks prior and now he was realizing one of his dreams. She was gorgeous from top to bottom.

"Oh my God," Olivia shouted. Fitz eyed what was before him. Having been denied of this moment for over two weeks, it worth the wait. She was glistening; the arousal was there because of him. Pressing the pad of his finger on her clit and sliding across her wet pussy, Fitz groaned. The hours spent, fantasizing over this moment.

He knew exactly what to do to send Olivia over the edge. With one taunting lick, he could feel her thighs tremble against his face.

"Ohhhh…"

Clenching his palm on her thigh in order to keep them from snapping shut, Fitz dragged his nose against her clit, adoring the scent that was seeping through his nostrils. "Fuck," he groaned.

With the stimulation, Fitz almost lost it, but he had to control himself. He was here for her. Seeing her so vulnerable and naked. She was allowing to see her like this and that meant everything to him. Returning to his worshipful task, he lapped whatever she had to offer, and took it all in. Hearing her moan added fuel to his continual discovery of her. Olivia was right here, spread out on this hotel bed, crying out for him. Taking a moment to breathe, Fitz smiled at her, then lowered his head to kiss the insides of her thighs, and the space right above her pussy. Her skin was heavenly to the touch.

He decided to add his fingers, gently pushing them inside of Olivia. Her sighs, gradually heavier with each push, made his dick throb. As he continued to fingerfuck her, while sucking her clit, Fitz used his free hand to hold her even though she was thrashing. If she was reacting like this, who knew would could happen once he finally made love to her.

"You feel so good," Fitz spoke, reaching up to kiss her, to let her taste herself. She moaned in his mouth, gripping his cheeks. His hips bounced. Another forceful kiss with a deeper thrust of his fingers brought her to completion. When he paused to watch her fully orgasm, he was in awe. Olivia's mouth was open, chest heaving, and her face was flushed. A sly smile came across his face.

"You're so beautiful."

"Let me."

Fitz inched back. "No. It's all about you tonight."

Olivia's voice was dark. "Can I at least touch you? Don't think I haven't thought of you."

How could he resist a woman as sexy and beautiful?

When her mouth was so close to him, he couldn't breathe. Fitz was anticipating. As Olivia cupped his balls, she kissed the tip, then licked the underside of his cock. he spew out profanities. "No, Liv. Livvie, I can't let you do that," he coughed. "But you feel amazing. You're going to work me up. I want to cum for you. While I'm in you."

He lifted her up and they continued to kiss. Humming and moaning, supporting each other with their weight. Just enjoying each other.

Fitz rushed to slip on a condom - he wasn't going to take any chances - coming back to a very sexy Olivia. He leaned down to kiss her once more. His long body hovering over her small frame. Breathing in sync. They had a way of doing that whenever they were together.

Their eyes told each other many things. I'm ready. I trust you. Please. Let's do this.

He almost fell apart when he heard her sigh once he slowly entered her. Once they were adjusted, Fitz began to ease out and push back in. Using his arms to support him. She felt perfect. It had been so long since he made love. Sure, there were quickies and casual fucks in years past. Something could have mattered but his heart wasn't in it. Hoping the right woman would come along. Now, he was sure he met the one would take his breath away every time.

"Fitz," Olivia mewled. Feeling her palms pressed on his chest. Her jaw dropped when he surprised her with a jolting thrust.

"Is it okay," he asked, eyebrows lifted in concern. Olivia opened her eyes; biting her lip. Nodding, she lifted her head and gave him a kiss.

"Yes."

Her hips bucked to meet his thrusts.

"Liv."

The motion of their hips created an intriguing rhythm in this spacious room. Whispers of sweet nothings and funny tidbits echoed off the walls. Fitz's hair was curling; not immune to the heat they were creating. Olivia liked it rough, and met his thrusts always with a powerful hip rotation. She was giving him a run for his money. His cock throbbed as her center rubbed against him. His growls were turning her on. Her nails digging and scratching his back; it felt glorious. They moved together, knowing what the other would do next, without asking. Fitz was in Heaven. Being with her. His body providing satisfaction.

Between kisses, they had a cute banter going on.

"You're doing great, Liv."

Giving him an eskimo kiss, she slyly complimented, "God, you are so thick."

Fitz bursted out laughing. "Is that alright?"

Feeling her walls tightening around his cock was electrifying. Sucking on her full lips, weaving his fingers through her hair. Her breasts pressed against him, moving together as one. They didn't have to speak to show how they felt. With each forceful thrust, Fitz gritted his teeth, giving all he had to this amazing woman. Who was showing her affection towards him as well.

"Livvie," he breathed.

When he spoke her nickname - the name she only reserved for those close to her - she let go, shaking as he lazily pumped into her. Fitz couldn't believe how she melted in his arms as she came. Soon after, he reached his completion, kissing her face and neck. It snuck up on him and he grunted. Giving her one more kiss, he rolled

"That was…wow."

Olivia moved her hair to the side; her straightening job was now futile, returning to her natural state, tight and bouncy curls.. "Oh, Fitz."

Fitz smiled, and brought her close. They snuggled in silence, for what seemed like hours, but only ten minutes. He was very satisfied.

"I'll be right back," he murmured in her ear, kissing the shell, down to the spot next to her jaw.

Fitz heard Olivia hum as he walked away, probably appreciating what the Good Lord gave him. Walking to the bathroom, flicking on the light, Fitz stared at the mirror. He looked like the wind was knocked out of him. Hair completely disheveled; all of the product he slathered on was gone. Ears flushed red. Small marks on his arms, and back, when he turned slightly. He was honored to have to have reminders of his lady on his body.

After discarding the condom and washing his hands, he rung out two washcloths.

"Hey," he softly greeted, alerting her of his return. Olivia was still lounging but was trying to cover herself with the sheet. Sinking on the mattress, Fitz lifted the barrier, gently wiping the essence of their lovemaking off her thighs. Because he couldn't get enough of he, he would peck the fresh skin after he cleaned her.

"Mmm," he could hear her purr. It was the most erotic sound that crossed his ears.

"Are you comfortable?"

Olivia finished braided her hair. "Yes, thank you."

He hadn't seen her look so… peaceful.

"I, uh, sleep naked usually. Is that okay?"

"Don't let me stop you," Olivia laughed. "I'm going to put on a sleep shirt."

Fitz watched Olivia tiptoe to her travel bag and change into her sleepwear. She smiled when she returned.

"Are you always like this? This wonderful when you have sex?"

His eyes widened in shock; that was the last thing he thought Olivia would ask or say to him. Immediately, he recollected what he did and hoped to God, he didn't mess anything up. "I don't know. If I feel connected, I'm going to give it my all."

Olivia nodded. "I'm glad you do."

She disappeared to the bathroom. Fitz checked the time; 1:21am. They had been busy for the last two and a half hours.

"Hey."

"Hi," he greeted, opening his arms to her. Olivia snuggled into his chest, peppering a few kisses on his skin.

"Do you have to get back home at a certain time?"

Fitz replied with a sigh, "No. Boy will be going to the Zoo and all."

Olivia giggled. "Cool."

"Why do you ask?"

"I just want to get breakfast and then make love to you again, and again," she explained. "Maybe we can get a little frisky."

Fitz laughed as he squeezed Olivia. "Is that so?"

With a wink, Olivia said, "Oh yeah. I know there's a fierce lover in there. Can't wait to find him."

"I could get used to this," he said, wrapping his arms around her small frame.

Fitz didn't talk. Just basking in the moment, that he was finally here with Olivia. His Sweet Baby. Who knew that a random evening could turn into weeks of bliss and admiration, and now love. He loved her. If he could, he'd tell her right now, but glancing at her, she was deep in slumber. Her full lips poked out as she breathed in and out. Eyelashes drooping. Her body rising and falling against his. As if she couldn't be more perfect, she was now.

This was going to be his new normal; the life he had been wanting for the longest time.