Hello there! I realized that on Tuesday, it's been a year since I posted the first chapter of The Look. Isn't that crazy? It felt like a perfect time to update. I am incredibly grateful to all of you who have reviewed, encouraged me, chatted with me on tumblr and social media. Y'all have kept me going, even during the breaks. It's a longer chapter, with different things going on, so don't be alarmed. I hope this chapter brings you a smile to your face. Have a great weekend! xo

The autumn leaves reminded Fitz of the power of change. Vibrant greens turning into blood orange, deeper reds, and goldenrod. Falling at a rapid pace, covering the ground. In Washington, there was a sweet spot - a span of six weeks - when the temperature finally dropped and if it didn't rain, he could appreciate his surroundings in all of its beauty. Fall had always marked a turning point for him. It was when the divorce was finalized. When he got promoted to partner. Now that Teddy was in school, there were new memories to capture.

But seasons only last for a little while and Fitz couldn't waste more time.

Ever since he entered the restaurant and started talking to her, Fitz was awestruck by her. Deeper than her outer beauty, he connected with Olivia in a powerful way. He knew he needed to have her in his life. That included going out, exploring the world together. But he had been waiting for almost four months.

And now, he was taking her out on a real date. In public. Not tucked away in a hotel room or behind closed doors. It would be his chance to share his world with her. They were finally taking a big step in their relationship. Fitz knew Olivia would get antsy, so he wanted to take her somewhere simple and memorable.

Old Town Alexandria was a familiar place for Olivia. She interned at a law firm during her summers, so she knew the ins and outs. They did decide to go on their off day — during school hours, when they didn't have to rush back to pick up Teddy. A walk on the waterfront, grabbing lunch, and having good conversation. Lowkey, in his mind.

It all started with Fitz arriving at the apartment after dropping off Teddy. Before ringing the bell, he double checked his outfit - a tshirt under a dark grey sweater and khakis - making sure there were no breakfast crumbs or hair gel residue from Teddy. He could have just walked in since he had his own set of keys, but he wanted to surprise her.

He was greeted by Olivia, rocking a leather jacket, grey t-shirt, and jeans - the most casual he had seen her dress for an outing.

"Good morning."

"Hello."

Fitz smirked before he kissed Olivia, so tenderly. "How are you?"

Olivia's nose scrunched, sweetly answering. "I'm doing great. You?"

"I am so happy we're doing this," he replied, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Me too," she agreed. Stepping aside, she asked, "Want to come in?"

Fitz grinned, "No. Because it's time to get out of here! Are you ready?"

With a sigh, Olivia pivoted away to get her purse and a black baseball cap.

"I've never seen you wear a hat before."

Olivia didn't answer, instead grabbing his hand and leading him towards the elevator. "You ready, baby?"

As they wandered down the GW Parkway, towards King Street, Fitz turned on Olivia's favorite Sirius XM station — a plethora of classic R&B tunes.

"Ooh, my favorite!"

He loved hearing her voice. It was always sounded lovely, probably along the lines of a first alto, if he had to place her in a chorus. The occasions were rare — only catching muffled sounds while she was in the shower, or humming when she was making a snack. It appeared to him that she was optimistic and not worried. When they stopped at a light, Fitz would peek over - her eyes closed, cheeks risen, as she crooned along to Marvin and Tammi, or another Motown great.

She looked happy and that's all he wanted.

"So many new shops and figurations," Olivia observed. "I rarely come down here."

"Neither do I," he answered. "Unless I have to meet a client at the courthouse, I keep my ass in DC."

Olivia laughed at his blunt remark. Snuggling next to him, she asked, "Coffee?"

"I want to do whatever you want, lady." Fitz leaned down to kiss the side of her neck that always make her weak. She let out a squeak, then playfully giving him a pinch on his side.

"Fitzy…"

The brightness of her voice made him fall in love all over again.

"Do you ever play the piano?"

Olivia shook her head as they waited for their meals at La Porta's. "It's a beautiful, oversized furniture piece. I took lessons when I was little, picked it up again in high school for a semester, then I stopped. Beethoven, some Gershwin, of course, Donny and Stevie. My father insisted that I learn an artform and have a piano when I got my own place. 'Every sensible person needs a piano,'", she mimicked a uppity paternal tone, circling her hand upward, authoritatively. "Alas, my lack of the performing arts, as well as an infinity to rebel, killed that dream for him. But it was a gift, and there it stays. Collecting dust until I remember to get rid of aforementioned dust every 6 months. Damn shame."

Fitz's eyebrows raised in amusement. "It is."

"If Teddy ever wants to learn or has a recital, he is more than welcomed to use mine. I'll get it tuned first."

Slowly nodding at her suggestion, Fitz complied, "Okay then."

Olivia leaned forward, "My turn to ask. Where do you see yourself in five years?"

Five years. He would be reaching 44 and Teddy would be a rising 5th grader. Most of his dreams surrounded anything that would make his son's life easier. His ideas for the future were distant. "In a better place than I am now. Teddy being the best he can be. With people I love. Having more flexibility in my workflow. Senior partner, maybe. Take not one, but two vacations a year."

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm."

"How about this...Would you get married again?"

It was a great thing he wasn't drinking or eating, he would have choked. But Fitz's eyes grew large as he replayed her question in his mind. Olivia looked at him blankly, catching him off guard with her inquiry and its timing. As he tapped his chin and contemplated his answer, he wondered. Was she vetting him? Did she want to get married? Because as he saw, Olivia Pope was the only person he would marry.

"If all was right, then yes, I would remarry. I would do everything different. Really get to know her well, make sure I was connected on all levels. And now I have someone else to make sure she's the right one. Teddy has to love her and she has to love him back."

"Cool," Olivia sipped on her tea. He noticed the twinkle in her eye, but he didn't say anything, only smiling to himself. There was a part two, a continuation for this discussion. He would need to make sure that he was prepared.

After lunch, Fitz and Olivia walked a mile to the park. Her steps were faster then his; consistently moving. Thankfully since they were holding hands, he could slow down the pace. He wanted her to enjoy the moment, capture the details and just breathe. When they approached the water, finding a nearby bench, Olivia whipped out her cell phone.

"Selfie?"

Fitz chuckled, "Of course."

Then as Olivia snuggled into his side, receiving a whiff of her perfume, he realized. They had never taken a picture together before. She was making good on her promise.

Two smiling, a quick smooch, and three silly poses. For Teddy, they admitted.

"Send these to me," he whispered into her ear. "I want to use one as my lockscreen."

Olivia giggled, "Are you kidding?"

"Not at all," Fitz smiled. "You've seen my house. There are pictures all over. I want to include you in this collage, if that's okay."

Cocking her head to the side, Olivia winked. "You got it."

Fitz gave her a kiss, then slipped his fingers through the spaces of her hand, holding on tightly. "I want to give you a proposition."

"And what's that?"

Looking straight ahead, he asked, "Remember when you asked how you could be involved in Teddy's life?"

"Yes, and I vividly recall the dodging."

Fitz turned back to a snarky Olivia, sticking out his tongue. "Very funny. And now I'm circling back. Liv, I want you to be as involved as you want."

"You need to be specific."

"I would like to add you to his emergency contacts on his forms."

Watching her eyes narrow and the fact that she pulled her hand out of his grasp, Fitz could tell that her response wasn't starting off wonderfully.

"I don't think so. That's heavy duty."

Fitz softly clarified, "I've never been with anyone else long enough who has loved my son the way you do. Teddy adores you. I know this is new for you but you treat him with so much respect. I only trust you with him. You genuinely care about his well-being. You got me together and told me that I need to focus on things that I wasn't paying attention to."

"You're right," Olivia blankly stated, corrected him with a pointed finger. "You need to get on that."

"I will, my sweet baby." Fitz kissed her temple. "And because of that, will you consider?"

Already second guessing his approach, but he wanted her to be in Teddy's life, in a more official capacity. This was how this works, right? For couples to have certain privileges and responsibilities when it came to children? Fitz was hoping that she would understand. Teddy was his life.

"Yes."

"Hmm?" His eyebrows lifted, hoping to confirm her answer.

Olivia closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes. I would be honored. Please let me know what else I can do."

"I will," his voice cracked slightly. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Having such gratitude, he reached to kiss Olivia again, not caring about who was nearby. The overwhelming relief in knowing she said yes. She was ready to do this with him. Fitz rested his thumbs under Olivia's jaw, caressing her, showing her that he couldn't get enough of her.

"Hmm, we should get going."

Fitz mumbled against her lips, "Why? I'm fine right here."

To his surprise, Olivia pulled away. Fitz straightened his posture, attempting to find a reason for her abrupt separation.

"Livvie," he whispered. "What's wrong?"

"I don't need anyone interrupting our date."

"And what if they do?"

Olivia fiddled with the bill of her cap, not meeting Fitz's concerned look. "I just want us time."

Fitz wanted to reassure her that everything would be okay. Gently putting his hand on her knee, he said, "We are having us time. We're right here."

"It's different. I don't feel comfortable as I want to be," Olivia admitted, standing up. Her voice was low as she began to walk in a small circle. "I'm so used to being 'on' and being approached by potential clients everywhere I go. It's hard to have a moment to myself. That and being photographed. When I don't want to be. It's such a pet peeve of mine and I don't want my private life on the blogs anymore."

That was a new development. Maybe he could ask about this some other time. There had to be a reason why she kept a lot hidden. Fitz rose and slid his arms around Olivia's waist, bringing her close. "Hey, hey. Look at me."

He waited until Olivia glanced up; frustration clouded her vision. "I'm going to keep you safe. I'm sorry you're feeling this way. I can't imagine how you feel right now. But I don't want to hide you. I will do whatever I can to make you comfortable. Let's take baby steps, okay?"

"Yes. Thank you. Sorry for all of this."

"We're learning as we go," Fitz replied, taking Olivia's hand.

Fitz daydreamed frequently. He viewed life in a way that some couldn't understand. The life he desired, was starkly different than what he received. A single father with a growing child, still learning as he went. In a career where the job came first, then others. But he couldn't do that and neglect his Teddy. Noticing how his dynamic with Teddy and Olivia was changing. Somehow, they were becoming more of an unit, a family. Now there was someone in his life, his universe, who was putting his mind at ease. His mornings weren't cold and bitter, but warming to a degree where he could move comfortably.

Thanks to Olivia, he was able to observe more of the ins and outs of Teddy's mind and behavior. He had been working so hard to make sure Teddy could live life well, even without a mother, he did not always take into consideration the very things that Teddy was living with. Meeting with his teacher was next on his to-do list. Trying to find out if Teddy indeed had separation anxiety or difficulty connecting with people, because of the rejection he faced with Mellie.

"Daddy."

"Teddy," he echoed the monotone, staring his son down at the kitchen island.

"Did Miss Williams email you?"

"Ummm, I don't think so."

Teddy, who was already in his uniform, hopped down from his seat, and in record time, raced to his backpack and returned with a folder. Opening it, he handed his father a bright green paper, with various logos and sentences.

"Look at ," he asked.

Fitz observed, acting like he hadn't already made a decision. "Hmmm..."

Ever so careful to not get syrup, milk, or berry juices on his clothes, Teddy slowly ate, then spoke to Fitz. "I have another field trip and I want to go and I want you to come with me, but you have work. It's on a Tuesday. I me-member that you work long hours. Can you tell them you can't come so you can be with me?"

Glancing past the paper to see his son, with his doe brown eyes, Fitz couldn't resist such a poignant request.

"I think I can pull some strings."

Teddy clapped while dancing in his seat. "Thank you!"

Twenty minutes later, the Grants were off to school. It was a driving day because Fitz needed to stay to stop by the administrative office and then go straight to work. The radio was usually on, but lately, Fitz had the pleasure of hearing Teddy's progress in Spanish. Young Grant loved to share with Fitz and all songs that he memorized. Sometimes the words were butchered, Fitz had to not laugh, but he knew Teddy was doing his best.

"Buddy, what do you want to be for Halloween?"

"Hmmm, Indiana Jones or Spiderman."

Fitz smiled, looking back through the rearview mirror. "That's great. How about we go shopping this weekend?"

The gleeful shout confirmed the plans. Teddy's legs were swinging as he returned to a new song, and then began to skip as they left the parking lot.

"So, can I tell Miss Wiliams?"

Fitz bent down to kiss his cheek. "Of course. I signed the paper while you were getting ready to go."

Teddy moved his shoulders up and down, in tandem and isolated.

Impressed, Fitz asked, "Where did you learn that from?"

"I dunno," he answered. "I just found out that my shoulders can move when the rest of my body doesn't. It's like saying 'I dunno' and touching your ear one at a time."

After saying goodbye to Teddy and chatting with one of the few Dads who also were in charge of drop off, Fitz walked into the main office. One of the secretaries greeted him.

"Good morning, Mr. Grant."

"Good morning."

"I would like to add another name to Teddy's form."

Mrs. Irish quickly retrieved the file. "Right now, it's you and Rachel Garrison."

"Cool."

"Name?"

"Olivia Pope."

"Relationship to Teddy?"

Fitz proudly smiled, "Girlfriend."

It didn't take long for him to realize what he had said; his smile vanished. Mortified, he corrected himself. "She's my girlfriend. Teddy's friend."

Mrs. Irish sweetly nodded, tapping away. "That's fine. No worries, Mr. Grant. May I get her information?"

Fitz handed her the paper with the details.

"Also, is there a way I can set up a meeting with Miss Willams."

"Sure. What would be the reason?"

"It's regarding Teddy. I was curious about how he responds to certain situations and if she had noticed anything."

Mrs. Irish set a clipboard in front of Fitz. "If you could fill it out, that would be great. Then, she will email you to set up a particular time."

"Great."

Fitz made quick work of the form, returning it to Mrs. Irish. He left at the most perfect time; avoiding all of the school mamas.

Work flew by and Fitz was on a roll, settling cases. The two meetings he had with Cyrus and Liz North were quite successful. A deep sigh of relief when Fitz checked in with Rachel. Teddy had art club and would arrive home around 5:30. Checking his schedule, he would follow behind them and arrive around 6:15. Then he noticed that he and Olivia hadn't talked on the phone in a few days. He was hoping she wasn't swapped with work.

To play it safe, Fitz sent a text.

Are you busy?

The dots were floating. It reminded him of the night they met. Waiting with baited breath, hoping she'd response.

Hi to you too.

Fitz stifled a laugh; he was only texting the way she did. So, to get backsassed as a treat.

Hi.

Better. I'm not busy. You wanna talk?

Fitz dialed her cell. She picked up on the second ring.

"Hey."

"Hey, baby."

"What's up?"

"I haven't talked to you today. I didn't like it."

"Aww, such a lovesick puppy."

"So are you."

"Yeah," she teased. "What's really up?"

Fitz stretched his legs on the desk, crossing them. "I added your name to Teddy's form and put my name down to have a meeting with Ms. Williams."

"Great."

"Yes. I'm happy that you allowed it."

Olivia reminded, "Next level shit."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. One of my neighbors is having a get-together, or what they call a 'parents' night'. It's just dinner and drinks. Would you like to come?"

"No, thank you."

The quickest decline made Fitz snort. "May I ask why not?"

"I don't want to."

Taking it in stride, he joked, "You don't want to meet them?"

"To be honest, not really."

"It could be fun and half of the couples are St. Lourdes' parents. It would be a great opportunity to connect."

Olivia asked, "Is it impertinent to Teddy's growth as a student?"

Fitz bit the inside of his cheek, very aware of her logic. "Noooo..."

"Well, there you go."

Awkward silence settled in Fitz's ear. He didn't see the problem with a little social gathering and bringing Olivia along. It wouldn't be too intimidating and she could easily fit in. There wouldn't be a pressure to become a mover and shaker, but it would be an easy transition in the fold. Especially since she would most likely attend more school functions.

"Maybe when you're less busy, you'll come to a party with me."

"Sure."

"Liv."

"I don't get why this is important to you. Why you're making a bigger deal than it is."

Fitz explained, "They're my neighbors and the families of Teddy's classmates. I know they've seen you around. Just thought it would be good for you to meet them officially. It will look weird if you're not there. I haven't been as close with them since I became partner. The local press already gives off this narrative that I'm some elitist douche."

"You're none of those things and I have no problem with you going. I don't have to be there for you to quelch that rumor."

This was so not like his Livvie. Sure, she wasn't too fond of the school mamas, but this seemed over the top.

"I don't want to go alone," he sighed. 'It's weird being the only single guy there."

Olivia asked, "Are those moms married?"

"Yup."

"I think you can hold your own. You've been doing for several years."

"It's different now," Fitz added, becoming more irritated by her disinterest. "These private school families are no joke. I just didn't want Teddy to be in public school, just yet. Community is important - especially for him right now. I need him to have friends and connect with others. The parents are a vital part of this process too. You know first hand how they can be the worst."

"I understand. I don't think I can attend this one."

There was no use in trying to convince Olivia. Fitz groaned, rubbing his now tense forehead. "Anyway, I just wanted to extend the invitation."

"Thank you, Fitzy. Maybe next time."

Friday arrived and Fitz had been incredibly grumpy, still disappointed that Olivia declined. It was going to be their chance to be introduced as a couple officially to his peers. It shouldn't have been a big deal but it was to Fitz. Growing up, his mother was a socialite and his father was a local politician, and their lives centered social activities. It became part of Fitz's nature. When he was married, it was the same routine. At least one time a week, he was on his way to someone's house. Even though he had gone through some changes in his personal life, the look of social success was important to him.

Olivia stopped by after work. She was in a sweater and leggings, and Uggs, looking very relaxed.

"Where's the party?"

"Two streets down. I'm going to walk. I don't know how many cars there will be."

"Do you have a flashlight?"

"It'll be fine. The streelights will be on."

Olivia put her hands on her hips, "But what if they turn off too early?"

Fitz cut his eyes. "I'm not staying that late, Livvie. Rachel should be here any minute."

Adjusting his cuff-links in front of the foyer's mirror, he sucked his teeth. He never did that, but he was already fuming. Just because he was calling up on his babysitter, didn't mean he needed one as well.

"What are you going to do tonight?"

"I'm going to see Abby for a little bit and then I'll be back. I already have my bag upstairs."

Fitz didn't answer, keeping his focus on something else.

Olivia shuffled to the couch. "Are you okay?"

Immediately, Fitz crossed to the kitchen, "Couldn't be better."

Snatching the bowl of Greek salad and utensils out of the refrigerator, he channeled his annoyance into his preparation. He couldn't believe it. After sharing his thoughts, Olivia still wasn't budging. This was already going to be a disaster of an evening.

The doorbell rang, marking Rachel's arrival. Fitz coolly introduced the two - they had only talked via phone. As they got to know each other, Fitz said goodnight to Teddy.

Fitz walked Olivia to her car, with the bag over his shoulder.

"I'll text you when I leave Abby's."

Feeling sharp words reaching the tip of his tongue, Fitz only said, "Alright, cool."

Olivia paused, then let out a sarcastic laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"You know," she turned to face him. "I don't understand why you're being petty right now."

Fitz's eyebrows lifted. "Petty?"

"Yeah, petty," Olivia repeated. "Ever since you invited me and I said no, you've been in a foul mood. I'm sorry that I don't want to meet your country club friends at the moment."

"That's not what they are."

"Well, you all have some kind of a fancy organization going on. Seems pretty exclusive to me."

"It's just a little shindig, Liv," he emphasized, opening the car door. "I don't see why you can't go with me right now, and just say hi and then go to Abby's."

"I already declined and that's final. You need to be okay with me not doing everything you want."

Fitz's eyes were on fire, ready to shoot daggers at her or anyone else who would challenge him. He almost shouted, but he didn't want Rachel and Teddy to hear, being too close to the window. "That's what this is all about? You feel like you're being forced to do things?"

Olivia swung her key ring around. "Hmm, maybe."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Fitz's jaw clenched, waiting for Olivia to answer. But she didn't. She had a fierce glare that could bring anyone down to submit. But not tonight. "Okay, I see. Have a great time."

"You're doing way too much. Hopefully your tone will do a 180 when I return, because what you won't do is disrespect me and my decisions."

Fitz let out a grunt and shook his head. Olivia tossed her bag into the car, facing him once more. "You need to get over yourself."

The fury was rising. He was over it.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Get off your self-righteous high horse, Mellie!"

The words fell so quickly, he gasped, almost wanting to vomit. Of course, his booming voice carried. He had never shown his temper towards Olivia before. To watch her flinch and abruptly shut down, as if he was an archenemy, scared him. He yelled at her and called her by the wrong name.

Olivia lifted her hands, stepping into her car. Fitz could feel his temples nearly bulging from all the fury he lashed out, as regret filled his heart and soul. This was the complete opposite of how a discussion should be.

"Liv. Livvie. I am so sorry. "

"Save it," she demanded. "You have fun. Get home safe."

He waited for Olivia pull out of the driveway before he walked in the opposite direction.

Three hours later, Fitz returned, quickly thanking and paying Rachel, making sure she got to her car okay, then got settled into his pajamas. Of course, the party wasn't anything spectacular and his guilt for being so obnoxious weighed on him, he couldn't even enjoy himself. But he was too miffed to send a text.

He poured him a small glass of scotch and waited for Olivia to return. She hadn't texted him like she said.

It was their first argument. Four months in wasn't too bad. Fitz could tell it would not be fun if they ever fought again. Both were fiery, stubborn, and brutal with their comebacks. All he wanted was to apologize profusely to Olivia. To let her know that the anger he displayed was a rare thing and he would never hurt her.

On his second glass, he heard Olivia's car engine turn off. Fitz stared at the wall and remained still until she walked into the house.

"Hi."

Olivia stopped, taking off her shoes. "Hello."

"How was Abby's?"

"Fine."

Her response chilled him.

"I didn't think you'd come back."

"I said I would."

Fitz wanted to give a jab about her promise of texting him, but he was going to let that slide. He finished his scotch and met her in the hallway.

"Olivia."

"What?"

She was taking off her earrings, sticking them into her purse.

"We need to talk."

He paused, assuming she would need to interject, but she didn't.

"I need you to forgive me."

Olivia waved him off, "Leave me alone."

"I was out of line. Totally off base. I should have been more considerate. I was feeling pressure from the moms about getting involved this year, and I allowed that frustration to override all common sense. "

"The moms? Those women at the school?" Olivia frowned.

"Yes," he softly answered.

Olivia crossed her arms. "They dictate how you live?"

Fitz sighed, "No. But I let the frustration get the best of me. And I apologize from the bottom of my heart for calling you the wrong name."

"You saw her when you were yelling at me?"

It stung to hear the accusation, but Olivia was correct. Mellie was an overbearer, always putting him down, and disregarding his ideas. It was wrong of him, but it was clear that he had not resolved the lingering hurt and anger from his past relationship.

"Yes. I should have just shut up."

"Okay."

Fitz was devastated, seeing her recoil into this shell of a person he knew. It was breaking him apart and he was going to do whatever he could to make it up to her.

"I don't want to fight, Olivia."

"I don't either."

"Will you forgive me?"

Olivia shifted her eyes before reaching Fitz's blues.

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Taking a breath, she asked, "Will you forgive me?"

"Yes."

We need to do better," she said.

Fitz couldn't stand it, he had to find a way to show her that he was changing. Cautiously, he approached her, pressing his lips on her rosy apple cheeks. "We do. I love you."

Once his lips reached Olivia's mouth, he waited for her to release her anger.

"Prove it," she whispered. "Let me know that I'm different than those… women."

"I'm going to. Just give me the chance."

Olivia draped her arms over his shoulders. "Gladly."

Their kiss deepened, engulfing the anguish from the night. He needed her forgiveness, wanting to feel it. Not just in word, but in deed as well. The moment was overtaking them; their bodies moving together, leaning back. They didn't realize they had been walking until Fitz's back connected with the wall.

"Hey. Let's go to the basement, and then, the guest bedroom."

Olivia gave him a skeptical glance, "Why?"

"I don't think you want Teddy to hear you."

He smirked, watching her jaw dropped immediately.

"I'll change real quick."

Fitz winked, hurrying downstairs, and dimmed the lights. He waited for Olivia to come down, sitting on the couch. When she appeared and joined him, his eyes grew darker, focusing on her face, hair, arms, and everywhere else. He just wanted to touch her, feel her next to him. Olivia loved his hands — always reminding him of how long, nimble, and strong they were. Having the capability to do whatever she liked. He framed her face with his hand, lavishing her with kisses. Drawing invisible lines on her nose, to her neck. Sweet nothings, little grunts and giggles. Their language was full of love and excitement.

He couldn't just look and do nothing else; he had to do more. Lifting her shirt, he viewed her midsection. He dipped down to kiss every area, loving every part of her, nuzzling his nose against her chest. She was warm and soft in all the right places. His fingers massaged her supple flesh, being the right size and cocoa in color, he was salivating and needed them. Lowering his mouth to her beautifully formed nipples, he latched on. Taking fast sucks, then long ones, only to expel a puff of air to make them hard again. Rolling his tongue between tugs and quick nibbles, before giving special attention to the other breast. Moaning as her voice gave way to his expression of love.

Olivia's hand roaming through his wavy hair, sometimes pulling whenever he hit a good rhythm, motivated his mouth to continue. Then, he lifted himself, curling her into his arms.

"More," he asked, huskily. The smile he received was enough of an answer.

His hand reached into her sweats, pushing aside her panties, finding the one place where he knew he would immediately make her scream, call out his name. She was so wet, he imagined seeing her folds glisten because of his handiwork. The pad of his thumb and index finger had enough of a callous to give her clit the exact amount of friction she diesired. The lovely combination of smooth and rough.

"F-F-Fitz..."

Her voice, soft yet ragged in pitch, reached his ears; giving him the cue to know what to do next.

Licking his fingers, relishing in her scent and taste. Watching her smile, he removed his shirt and pajamas pants. To her surprise and delight, he had been commando. Now her eyes were wide; lip tucked under her teeth, stifling a low mewl. He helped her out of her clothes.

"So sexy," he announced. And she was, beautiful in every way.

Fitz had to get a whiff of her so he knelt. Still soaked, he used his long and thick tongue to lick her clean. Using his hands to hold her hip and thigh down because she always wiggled when he feasted. He didn't mind because he wanted to see every reaction of her.

Before they moved any further, he led to her to the bedroom. As she got herself situated, he pulled out a spare condom, quickly getting it on so he wouldn't lose any more time. Then he sat down, holding his now erect member. Olivia smirked, leaning forward to kiss him. He cupped his hand around the back of her neck, just enjoying her. Her mouth and full lips just drew him all the time.

Then, she straddled his waist, and lowered herself onto his cock. They both sighed and moaned once they connected, finding a starting rhythm that made sense.

Meeting each other with their eyes; the fire rose. Sometimes they talked a lot, but today they spoke few words. She was holding on to his shoulders as she rocked and swiveled. He moved his hands from lightly scratching her back, to holding on to her waist to gripping her ass. Always leaning in to meet her kisses.

He almost came when he concentrated on her open mouth — whenever he lifted himself to fill her up more — and bouncing breasts. Then he would look down at their union. It was a sight to behold. He wanted her to be satisfied so he would do whatever he needed. Reaching down to rub her clit, kiss her wherever, say anything. It didn't hurt that she was working it. Her body so perfect with his, he couldn't resist.

He couldn't help but apologize over and over. Olivia had to cut him off with her kisses, so he could get his mind off of their rough evening.

What seemed like an eternity, he whispered in her ear, speaking her name like it was the most holy of phrases, as well as repeating one of her faves — something so lovely and extremely dirty, she clasped down. Seeing her convulse, then moan, reaching that point of exhilaration. His cock pulsed within her as she orgasmed. Hips moving, before letting go as well. The sweetest ripple effect.

She was flushed. Her eyes were bright and glowing, as she collapsed on his chest. Dragging his hands on her back, he was also spent.

Kissing her face, wiping her brow, showing her immense affection. He had to do this, to let her know that he was for real. In return, when she massaged his scalp, or kissed his chest and neck, he purred like a big kitty.

Fitz lost track of time. He was content having Olivia in his arms. He smirked when Olivia rose, because she complained that she didn't like feel extra sticky and she was uncomfortable. He followed, retrieving towels to clean themselves. But he didn't want this moment to end. Realizing that they could withstand a tense argument, being at odds, and come back together.

They quietly ascended to his bedroom. As they snuggled, waiting for sleep to take over, she kissed his face and reminded him that she loved him. His heart nearly burst. He knew she was being genuine and she spoke the truth. It was still taking some time, getting used to hearing her tell him how she felt. But it reminded him that he was forgiven. They had a lot to work on, but there was love. Her love. That meant everything to him because he loved her so much as well.