She understands his point, and says, I get it. Oh, and for the record, you've proven to be much more than a pretty face." He winks at her as he replies, "Good to know you've noticed." They share a smile, as the mood softens again between them.
The warmth between them is so comfortable and natural, it's like nothing else they've ever felt before. They both recall now why they have always been so close. They find comfort in one another, and have a true connection that they just don't share with other people.
Loving the moment they're in. But, also curious about how he plans to deal with Mellie. She says, "I have a question for you." He comically replies, "I may have an answer." She smiles as she asks, "Are you going to talk to Mellie about your decision to back off?"
He shakes his head as he replies, "No. I don't see the purpose. Hell, I've been friend zoned for 20 years; I'm just the one who's finally accepting it. So, why would I have to talk to her to confirm it?"
Despite understanding his point, she defends him by saying, "Fitz, don't be so hard on yourself. There's nothing wrong with going after what you want relentlessly." He appreciates her support, but replies, "You're sweet Liv. But there's being relentless and then there's being willfully blind. And I was definitely the latter." Unwilling to let him continue to talk down about himself, she interjects, "Stop it. I'm serious. I am not going to let you talk about yourself that way."
He enjoys her protective demeanor, and he teases, "Awe, you like me." She cracks a smile, and replies, "Maybe a little." They're now holding hands again, and she says, "All joking aside, Instead of focusing on time lost chasing Mellie. Focus on figuring out that you don't have to chase any woman. Because if she's the right one. She will be honored by receiving your attention."
He smiles at her as he responds, "Well said. I guess anyone worth having shouldn't have to be convinced to be with you." She nods in agreement as she says, "Exactly. So, stop making it seem like there was something wrong with your pursuit. It wasn't the pursuit that was the issue. It was the person you were pursuing."
He can't resist being the goofball that only he can be, who is always looking to make her laugh. In a silly voice, he replies, "So what you're saying is, I'm a catch?" They both laugh at his silliness, as she says, "You are a cornball." He nods in agreement, as they continue to laugh and smile.
The air between them feels lighter after their discussion; he says to her, "Coming here is better than going to therapy." She chuckles and he does too, as she replies, "It's definitely cheaper." He agrees as he says, "That's for sure."
The pause in conversation is interrupted by the sound of rain hitting the window. She pulls back the blinds, and says, "I didn't know it was supposed to rain." He replies, "To be fair, you're supposed to be sleep. It's 2:00 am." She giggles as she says, "Whatever." She then yawns, and he prepares to stand, as he says, "I'd better go; so you can get some sleep."
She hears him, but grabs his hand again as she says, "I don't want you to go though." He smiles as he replies, "I don't want to go either. But, we both have to work tomorrow, and as nosey as your roommates are. I'm honestly shocked they haven't busted in here yet." She smiles as she says, "That's because they don't know you're here." He nods as he replies. "Touché."
As he again prepares to leave; there's a loud crack, as the sounds of lightning and thunder rip through the night, causing her to jump. He grabs her, preventing her from falling off the window seat. He seriously asks, "Woe, are you okay?" She feels silly, but she's thankful he prevented her fall. She says, "Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks."
After helping her to her feet, he strokes the side of her face lovingly, as he says, "You're welcome. I didn't realize you still don't like thunder storms." She smiles as she replies, "You remembered that?" He tilts his head as she responds, "Of course Liv. I remember allot of things about you. Your favorite color is blue, your favorite ice cream is strawberry. And your favorite shake is salted caramel. Should I go on?"
She laughs as she says, "No. You shouldn't. Thanks for caring enough to remember." He takes her hand as she says, "Always. I'll always care about you Liv." His adoring response again, makes her blush. She isn't sure what's coming over her, but her feelings for him are rising beyond friendship in this moment. And she's not sure what to do."
She pauses in thought, and let's go of his hand, as he sits back down to put on his shoes. When she comes out of her head, he has one shoe on, and is putting on the other. Deciding to make a move. She asks, "Are you really trying to leave in this weather?" He grins as he says, "Liv its just rain." She pulls back the blinds and says, "No. It's a dammed downpour Fitz. I don't think it's safe for you to drive in this." Just then, another lightning strike occurs, followed by thunder. She doesn't jump, but looks at him as she says, "Just rain, huh?"
Finding her perspective cute, and curious to see where this could go; he sits back and in a rather sexy voice asks, "So what are you saying?" Feeling like he too is feeling her, like she's feeling him. But, maybe he's waiting for her to initiate. She takes the plunge as she takes the shoe out of his hand, and straddles him, as she replies, "I'm saying, You should stay till the rain stops, or until you wake up." Liking what he's hearing; he readjusts his position, to make both of them more comfortable, as she hovers above his lap.
Placing his hands are on her waist, as they're face to face. And he sensually replies, "Is that what you want?" Lustfully she licks her lips as she responds, "That's not all I want; but in order for me to get what I want. You have to stay."
With her now sitting squarely on his lap, their sexes atop one another, and them enjoying the closeness, as well as her involuntary grind on his bulge. He asks, "And what is it you want me to do?" As she places her arms around his neck, she pecks his lips, one by one, as she says, "Make, love, to, me."
With the last kiss deepening more by the second, their tongues dual for dominance, and their grinding pace picks up dramatically. Their arousals are skyrocketing as the sex simulation intensifies. Groans and moans are escaping between kisses, as the fires of their passions rage with no signs of slowing down. Their arousals are both rising faster than a flash flood.