Hey there! Thanks to all who wished me Happy Birthday online. Your love means so much... I thought I'd share the love by posting a little drabble in "The Look" universe. Hope you enjoy. xo

It had been a month since they made it official. Several sleepovers and dinners and fun phone calls later, Olivia and Fitz were finally in a groove. They were comfortable with each other. Well, Olivia was becoming more laid-back while Fitz patiently waited for her to get to this point. The longer conversations, the walks in Chevy Chase, the drives to Virginia or Annapolis, helped them become closer. Olivia enjoyed those free days from work to just be with Fitz.

On a day when Teddy was away with friends, Olivia went to visit Fitz. She beamed as soon as Fitz opened the front door. The smile offered to her was just as wide and brilliant.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Her cheeks rose when his lips captured her own, while her hands caressed his face. Fitz pulled her into his embrace, causing her to moan into their kiss. They could do this forever, if allowed. Olivia never wanted these moments to end. It felt like the one time she could lose control and not worry about relinquishing. She knew he would take care of her, not let her fall. She's always wanted that kind of security. Finally, she was receiving it.

"Hmm," he answered, softly pulling away. "Come on in."

Olivia took off her sandals before plopping on the couch. Realizing that he found her irresistible when she wasn't in work clothes, Olivia prided herself in wearing a cute halter sundress. Not too revealing, but still gave away the right amount of curves.

"You look divine this afternoon."

"Why, thank you," Olivia smirked, pressing away any wrinkles that newly formed. With a few eyelash bats, she gestured for him to join her.

She could tell Fitz was getting hints but being stubborn, because he walked towards the kitchen. "What are you doing on Labor Day?"

"Nothing."

"Cool," Fitz replied.

It was a free day to just do nothing...or everything. Olivia was in the mood for love. Usually, they would try whenever Teddy was away or knocked out asleep. But it was pushing a week of no sex, and that wasn't okay for her. Clearly not for him either, because she noticed that a tent was forming in his pants when they stopped kissing. It wasn't just the physical aspect, it was the whole experience that she craved. Being so close and vulnerable. That meant everything to her and she knew that he felt the same way.

Fitz returned into the living room, with two bottles of water in his hand. "I want you to come over. We're going to do barbeque. Some of my co-workers will be there, Harrison too. "

Olivia nodded. "Sure."

Taking her hand, Fitz asked, "Hey, Liv?"

"Yes?"

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

Shifting closer to him, Olivia sweetly replied, "Yes."

Fitz's laugh was caught in his throat. "Good. Because I have plans for you today."

"What's that?"

"I think you know," he lowly spoke, rubbing his hand on her now-bare knee. Moving his thumb right to left, with just enough friction from the callous, was turning Olivia on. Her exhales were becoming more shallow as Fitz crept his hand higher and under the barrier of her dress. The weight of his movements were making Olivia weak. She decided to reach to tug at the bottom of his beloved t-shirt.

"Mmhmm," he encouraged, lifting it over his head. Olivia approved with delight, an unusual growl escaped her lips as she brushed her hand all over his chest. Fitz gently moved Olivia to his lap, kissing the shell of her right ear. Quick nibbles of skin with more kisses, they giggled and smiled.

As Olivia leaned forward to give him access to her neck, Fitz whispered, "I love you."

"What?" Olivia pulled back, very puzzled. Her eyebrows were knit, waiting to see how he would react. Maybe it was a mistake. Something to just say to fill the time, or to get her more involved. But all Fitz did was smile more, quickly swiping his tongue across his lips, and repeat himself.

"I...I love you."

"Fitz.."

"I mean it. I'm in love with you."

Olivia could feel her throat drying. She was great at words - creating lines and sentences and monologues that could stop a man in his tracks. But right now, that flew out the window. He loved her. Everything she suspected was true. Since the dinner fiasco, Olivia kept track of every gesture, text message, snarky comment, or whatever, to see if he would just let her know. Or if she was wrong and just assuming things.

But he was telling her. He was making it obvious.

"I don't know what to say," she slowly informed, with eyes that was incredibly frightened. She looked like a deer in headlights. Fitz rubbed her arms, giving her the comfort she wanted.

"You don't have to say anything. Just know that's how I feel about you. I have for a while. I didn't know when or how to tell you. But I wanted you to know now."

Before she could give a rebuttal, Olivia gasped into the kiss Fitz gave her. Their movements were now fervent, majestic, and explosive. Her dress came off immediately, along with her panties and bra. Fitz's jeans were unbuttoned quickly, Olivia could have lost a nail. But it didn't matter. They had to respond to this genuine moment. He needed to show her how much she loved him.

The kisses were powerful, creating reassurance. The touches were meaningful. As they lay on the couch, preparing to take the next step, Olivia stopped Fitz so she could look him in the eye, to make sure that he meant what he said.

Looks mean everything.

This one was different.

Olivia bravely smiled, breathing deeply, and reaching for his hands. Trust was there. Fitz leaned down to kiss her once more; his tongue separating her lips, moving in deeper. The swift moment when they became one, it took Olivia's breath away. The relief was intense and it almost made her cry. They moved so well, breathing in sync even.

When they came down from their highs, they snuggled. Fitz would gingerly kiss her shoulders, trace the birthmarks and moles that were printed on her smooth skin. Olivia wrapped her hands in his wavy hair, telling him "thank you", and "you mean so much to me."

Different ways to express those three words that she wasn't able to pronounce. Words were failing her. She couldn't tell him just yet. But she would soon.