Bigfoot And Bolt
"That was..."
"Insane?"
"Sexy?"
"Mind blowing?"
"All of the above!" Fitz turned his head to look Liv in the eyes. His heart was pounding, chest heaving, coming down from his glorious high of their second coming together, and yet, he wanted to do it all over again. Right now. Instead, he hooked his index finger with hers, noting that their skin was much warmer than it had been a half hour ago. He couldn't help himself, he rolled over onto his side and kissed her through his big satisfied grin.
"You look like a man who is very happy with himself." Liv commented with a satisfied grin of her own.
"You look pretty content too, I might add." He didn't give her a chance to answer or explain herself. Instead, he dipped his head and gently kissed her while brushing her damp curls away from her cheek. The kiss began to heat up. As much as he wanted to go again, he knew he needed another minute or two.
"Are you feeling okay?" Why did that seem like such a dumb question all of a sudden?
A small smile on her face immediately grew to a huge one. "Never better. But..."
Shit. A but wasn't good! "But what?" He asked, trying to sound casual.
"Two things. One, were we too loud?"
"Most definitely!" He replied proudly.
"Oh my god!" She giggled, pulling the covers higher up on her body. "That's mortifying."
"Not at all. Harrison and Quinn went to her place to get some sleep." Liv's eyes tripled in size.
"They did not!"
"They did too!" He said, mocking her tone. "Harrison text me sometime after we started round number one and I read it before we started the second. What's wrong with that?"
"I drove them from their home and..."
Fitz covered her mouth with his. When he felt her sink into it, without reservations, he broke the kiss. "This is not Quinn's home! And Harrison is a big boy. He can sleep on a couch. The kids will be just fine."
She grinned at him until she was laughing. "Were you making me out to be the mom of that scenario?"
"Yea."
"If I'm the mom, then..."
Fitz covered her mouth with his once again, this time he sank into it. Her lips were so damn irresistible. Breaking it once again he looked down at her and asked, "are you asking me who's your daddy?"
She laughed until her stomach hurt. "You are the most ridiculous man I have ever met."
He grinned at her. "Thank you. Now what was your other but?"
She was lost now. "Other but?"
"You said that you had two things."
"Oh yea."
"One was, were we too loud? Which I answered."
"Fitz!"
"You sounded confused. I can have the clerk read it back?"
There he went being ridiculous again. "If you have a clerk in here, we're both in trouble. I remember now."
"Let's hear it."
"The other is that I'm kinda hungry."
A grin covered his face now as well. Before he could answer, Fitz's stomach growled. "I guess I'm kinda hungry too. You wanna go get something to eat?"
"And leave this bed? No, thank you." She held onto the covers that were pulled up over her chest. Putting a hand on the back of his head, she pulled him down for another soft kiss.
Did she want food, or did she want more sex? The answer to that was getting cloudier as the seconds raced by. Not wanting to be the wet blanket with thoughts and questions this time, he slid the sheet down over her breasts. Long anxious fingers began gently twisting her nipples until they hardened. Liv's breath caught the second he left her lips and began sucking on the bud instead.
"Fitz? Mmmmmm...Please! Oh, god! More! Uhhhhhhh!"
His hand moved down to her open legs to play in her wet heat. To prepare her for his mouth there.
She was squirming against his sheets anxious with anticipation for him to give her more. Chanting his name like a prayer, Fitz released her nipple and planted a wet kiss just under it. And then his head began moving lower, to join his hand in the fun of another pleasurable spot.
Her hands were twisted in his hair, and she was practically pushing him to exactly where she wanted him to go – like he needed directions. If he was honest with himself, it was sexy as hell that she knew what she wanted when she wanted it.
In no time at all, he had her screaming his name as she pulled all the remaining loose hairs from his head. He was gonna be the first man alive to go bald from the back of his head first. Watching her curl into the fetal position as the aftershocks of her pleasure shook her body, he pulled his blanket up over her and held her tight. Once her body stilled, she yawned and mumbled something incoherent.
It was time for him to try out his nickname for her. "What was that, bolt?"
With slurred speech, heavy with exhaustion, Liv muttered, "whatha hell diju call me?"
His grin was automatic and huge. That nickname was a keeper. "I called you bolt. That's your nickname."
"Thahell it is." She shot back with her eyes still closed.
"It's perfect because it's a part on a gun that doesn't sound perverted. I could have called you slide or hammer." He patted her ass lightly. "But those would have been embarrassing to explain to everyone we know."
"I hate you."
He chuckled a little louder. God, he was such a goner for this woman. "Let's take a little nap and then we'll see how we feel about round three. Yea?"
She snored lightly, too tired to talk anymore.
Fitz got under the blanket, propped himself up on one elbow, and continued to hold Olivia as she slept. Highlights of the evening played out in his mind like a movie. He remembers Harrison introducing them to each other. In fact, he can see it clearly. Was there an edge in Harrison's voice then? He didn't notice it then because he was so fixated on Liv, but now that he thinks about it more, he's fairly certain that Harrison felt something for her. Had he been interested in her? Unable to put his finger on it, he made a mental note to ask his roommate about it later.
She was definitely skilled with a gun. Fitz remembers being impressed with her when they played the water game at the carnival. Turning his head, he sees the large pink zebra practically glowing in the dark thanks to its bright 80's color. Poor thing had witnessed all the dirty things he had done to her mother in his bed. He'd have to take her back and get her to win a mate for the zebra so it would have something to keep it entertained while he entertained Liv. She could take it back to her place, but he kinda liked it here, and pretended he didn't know why.
He stroked her hair and thought about the way their conversations flowed so effortlessly. Even in the awkward moments, they were both open to sharing what was on their minds. And when it came time to speak things that didn't even make sense to either one of them, they still said them with honesty and sincerity. He had never experienced that with another woman in his life. The fact that she felt the same way he did, made it all the more precious.
The overthinking thing in intimate moments would straighten itself out in time. They would soon learn all about each other and their likes and dislikes and it wouldn't happen anymore. The fun way they handled it earlier was light hearted and well intended, and that was something.
Something that circled back into his mind was the moment she called him hers. Her sexy bigfoot to be exact. Why was that the cutest damn thing to him? Even now he was smiling like a crazy person. He liked knowing he was hers. As insane as this whole thing was, the way they just knew how they felt about each other so quickly after meeting...It was like destiny.
Being very careful, he leaned over and softly kissed her cheek. He whispered to her, "you hear that? You're my destiny."
"Mmmm" she mumbled dreamily before pulling the blanket off him and wrapping herself up like a burrito.
"Bolt the burrito." He said, chuckling softly before he closed his eyes beside her.
Four hours later, Olivia woke up. She knew exactly where she was, even without looking over at the nude man beside her. The fact that she was nude too wasn't a big deal. The huge smile she felt on her face was telling.
Now she did look over at him. His bedroom was filled with much more light than the last time she was conscious. She stifled a giggle as best she could in spite of what she was looking at. Fitz was naked as the day he was born, laying on his stomach, stretched out on one side of the bed. His perfectly bite able ass was begging her to sink her teeth into it, and she caught herself leaning in that direction. She wanted to wake him up, but she had something else in mind. Very carefully, she leaned over and kissed his lightly stubbled cheek.
He shifted slightly and Liv froze until he settled once again. She waited a solid minute to make sure he was truly asleep and then she got out of bed.
Tiptoeing, she squatted in front of his dresser and pulled out a t shirt. Deciding to go without underwear, to save time later on, she picked up her too damn big sweats and opened his bedroom door quietly and headed across the hall.
Feeling much more human after a shower, she dried off and got dressed with what she had. Hoping Fitz was still asleep, she carefully opened the door and peeked in on him. Since no one was here, she left his bedroom door open. It would help with her plan anyway. Seeing him still out cold - and yep! She did that to him! - Liv went downstairs to search for food.
Twenty minutes later, she was carrying a baking pan upstairs. On top of the pan was two paper plates of scrambled eggs and toast as well as two mugs filled with black coffee. A small plastic container held a bit of milk inside and, trying to make things a little easier, Olivia brought the sugar canister with her. People were picky about their coffee, she knew from experience, and she didn't want to have to go get anything. She had plans this morning.
When she went into his bedroom, though, he wasn't in it. And that was when she heard the shower running. She set the metal pan down on the center of his large bed and sat down to wait for him. Just as she was about to give up waiting for him to eat, the bathroom door opened and he stepped out. He was only wearing underwear.
Grinning, he sauntered back into his room, dropping both towels into his almost full hamper. He sat down on the bed beside her and pecked her lips. "Good morning."
"Good morning."
"What's all this?" He asked, looking at the food. He was starving and everything smelled wonderful.
"Breakfast for Bigfoot." She replied with a grin.
"Awww, Bolt knows how to cook."
"Dammit! I thought I dreamed that!" She sputtered.
"Nah, and I like it. A lot!" He cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb along it. "Thank you for making me breakfast. That's very sweet."
"You're welcome." She leaned close and kissed him. "Let's eat before it gets cold."
The two of them pushed pillows against the headboard and sat with their backs against it and brought their plates to their laps. "I love eggs."
"You do? I hoped. I don't know how you like your coffee, so I brought a little bit of everything up here."
"I like my coffee like I like you. Strong and black."
"Don't." She warned.
Squinting, he caught her gaze and asked, "don't what?"
"Don't start!"
Fitz laughed at her.
"I've been hungry since I passed out. But did you feed me? Nooooo! You just let me sleep with my starvation." She took a bite of her eggs.
He touched her arm. "Hey. After you eat that, I've got something to fill you up."
She flung his arm off her like it was fire. Her giggle gave her away though. "Fitz! I'm warning you!"
"Ohhh shit! She's warning me, everybody!" He chuckled. He wanted to take off his underwear and see how she would react. He really did. But Fitz didn't do that. He sat there beside her and ate his breakfast like a good guy. "This is really good!"
"Thank you."
"Do you know how to cook anything else?"
"Yea. I can make spaghetti, cook a roast and potatoes, grill burgers..." She shrugged. "I can cook all kinds of things."
"Impressive. And lucky for me."
She smiled at him. "Why's that?"
"Because you know how to cook all the foods I like to eat."
"Fitz..."
"How are you on making beds..."
"Fitz!"
"...because these sheets are disgusting from all the dirty things you did with me on them last night and...
She wanted to be outraged, but could only laugh at him. He was such a crazy fool. She started to get off his bed. "I need to get going now."
"...they need to be changed as soon as humanly possible." He grabbed her foot and pulled her underneath him. "I'm just kidding. I hate spaghetti."
"Do you really?"
"Nah. It's my favorite."
She touched his cheeks with her grin still in place. "You really are the most ridiculous man I've ever met. But I'm glad I met you."
He kissed her tenderly, happy that they had found each other. And happy that she was just as spontaneous, hilarious, sexy, tender, thoughtful, and beautiful as he always imagined she would be. He was going to do everything he could to make her laugh and call him ridiculous because he secretly loved it.
"What would it take for me to talk you into taking off those boxers right now?" She asked against his lips.
She was perfect for him in every way. "Maybe promising to change these sheets when we're done?"
"I'll do the dishes. You can change the sheets."
"Dishes are Harrison's chore this month." Fitz said, chuckling at their bet from the day before.
"I'm not gonna argue with that chore list. Especially since I saw a funky looking glass in the sink."
Grinning, he scrambled to grab another condom and rolled it on while she clapped giddily. The moment he had her back underneath him he kissed her again and sank into her. The kiss turned sizzling in seconds. Their tongues slithered against each other as their bodies did the same, making them look like one shadow on the wall in his bedroom.
A/N - Thank you all for being so encouraging in all of my stories. I love to write for you & I love reading your thoughts on whatever floats through my mind. To share a little of my personal life, I met my husband in January & we got married in September of the same year. I knew the day I met him that I was going to marry him. I knew he was the one then & 33 years later I still know it. I wanted to try to convey that in this story, even tho that's not how fast most love stories typically move. I hope that makes a little sense.
