"I gotta say I don't like musicals- but I liked this one," he admitted,
Olivia laughed, "I've watched this movie like a million times. Thought you might've liked it."
He grinned and reached for her, taking her into his arms and holding her tightly as her slim frame nestled against his chest. "Goes around and around...but you can fake your way to the top," he sang, poorly
she giggled, sitting up facing him. "It goes like this...you can fake your wayyyy to the top round and round." she sang effortlessly.
"You can sing?" Fitz leaned over and pushed a few stray curls behind her ear and kissed her gently.
"I don't sing in front of people," Olivia confessed, biting her lip gently.
"Will you sing to me, Livvie?" Fitz asked softly.
She nodded, stretching her legs out so he could lay his head in her lap. Olivia sang Missing you By Diana Ross. When she was a baby, she was up all the time, and Maya and Eli being new parents they didn't know what else she could have wanted. They fed her-she, cried, changed her. She still cried. Eli was tired until one night; he couldn't take her little cries or her pouty face anymore. He brought his record player to her nursery and played Stevie wonder. He stood there rocking back and forth, and when he looked down, she was wide awake, smiling...but she had stopped crying. After that, he and Maya played other artists, and she was so peaceful and tranquil. Then she started sleeping through the night, and ever since then, Olivia had a love for older artists.
Olivia looked down at Fitz when she was done singing, and he was sound asleep, actually this time. He looks so at home with her, calmer in her presence. She felt the same when he's around, the world stops spinning, and it's just them...no one else. Raising his head, she replaced her thighs with a throw pillow and went to check in with her father.
They didn't talk long; she just didn't want him to worry—she and Fitz kind of locked themselves up for the day and shut out everyone else. There were a couple of missed calls from Quinn, but she texted them earlier, telling both Abby and Quinn she'd been busy.
Olivia woke Fitz up an hour later.
"Let's go-to target," she insisted,
"I was having the best dream," he groaned.
"About using my toothbrush?" folding her arms, she playfully cut her eyes at him. Earning a raspberry from Fitz.
Teasingly "You know where my mouth has been." he smirked, chewing his bottom lip.
Shaking her head as she went upstairs, tickled by his statement. Fitz stretched, yawning. He put his shoes and jacket on. These past few days have been wonderful. Wishing he could stay longer, it just wasn't ideal, especially with a father like big jerry. Fitz wanted to talk to her about it and another thing.
"We should grab condoms. I couldn't see...but I did pull out," he said in a hushed tone.
Olivia smirked, Shifting the basket from one hand to the other. "I'll grab snacks, and you grab...that."
Fitz could tell she was avoiding the subject altogether, and he was perplexed as to why? Still, he went off and got them; he remembered to get himself a toothbrush also.
Olivia and Fitz had been exploring their sexual pleasures and becoming acquainted with each other's bodies. Still, there was just one thing that had been bothering him; her adamancy about the lights being off or being tucked away underneath her duvet. Fitz didn't push it because he wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible. But he wanted to see her- all of her. Fitz wanted to look into her eyes as she came. But he never could because she preferred the room to be pitched black.
Fitz glanced at Olivia, watching the road simultaneously.
"What?" she noticed he kept doing this since they left the parking lot of target, and she wanted to know why?
"I'm gonna ask you something, and don't lie or make up an excuse."
Her head snapped towards him, and he said, "don't lie," as if she always lies to him. One thing Olivia doesn't like is a liar, and it was rude for him to address her like that. "Go ahead," she says, bitingly.
"When we have sex, why does it need to be pitch black or under the covers?" he quickly peered over, trying to catch her reaction. He could tell she was a little annoyed by his choice of words before.
Instead, her shoulders fell. Not anger or tension but insecurity and embarrassment.
"I didn't mean it like that. I want to look at you. You're special to me, Livvie." he cleared his throat, waiting for her to respond, she didn't, so he continued, "I've never felt this way about anyone. I want to experience new things with you...teach you. Want you to be comfortable with me as I am with you." he spoke entirely from the heart he didn't sugar coat anything or lie.
"Okay," was all she said. He didn't entirely know what she meant by that, but he'd hoped it meant that she would be open.
The pair exited the car; Olivia dropped the bags in the kitchen and went upstairs without a word. After he put the ice cream and frozen waffles away, he met Olivia in her bedroom.
"Liv?" He sat the box of condoms on the dresser by the door.
Olivia said nothing; she pulled him forward, pecking his lips repeatedly. "You have to show me, Fitz. I wanna see you too, show me how to be comfortable." The irony in that statement. He's been inside of her already. It meant so much more, though.
"Okay," he whispered, moving his hand down her back to her ass, gripping it.
He slowly unzipped her jacket, delivering kisses along the way. Her body tensed when he tugged at the hem of her t-shirt. Fitz moved around her, kissing the blade of her shoulder lifting the shirt over her head. Olivia wasn't wearing a bra; she reflexively crossed her arms into an X.
He moved her hands to her sides, still kissing down her arms, now in front of her. She dropped her gaze to the floor. Fitz lifted her head, kissing her passionately. Her comfortability was increasing. Her hands went around his neck. Fitz took the opportunity to work on her jeans...slowly, he unbuttoned them, gliding the zipper down. Then he slipped his hand in around to her ass, grabbing her gently then roughly.
Breaking the kiss Fitz turned Olivia around; he dropped to his knees, pulling her jeans off in one motion. Leaving her standing in a pair of baby blue lacy panties.
"Livvie, do you trust me?"
She nodded, "completely."
Without a word, he picked her up, bringing her to the bed. Fitz sat her in the middle with her legs hanging over the edge. Then he pulled her panties down around her ankles, dropping them to the floor.
"I want to hear you," he demanded, pulling his shirt over his head throwing it somewhere.
She shivered at his directness and roughness. He wasn't a complete brut, but he had a dominating personality...especially in the bedroom. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, waiting in anticipation.
His pupils dilated, he traced lines down her legs, opening them she glistened. He threw her legs over each shoulder; turning her head, she watched the wall. And then she felt his lips on her clit, Kissing and Biting her thighs. She ground her hips against his face, purring.
Rubbing circles on her clit while he tasted her, her slimy slick, running down his chin. "Mmmh ahh," she moaned as he sucked her clit, swirling his tongue around teasing it. He felt every shudder, jolt, and heard every moan and groan.
Reflexively she closed her legs around his head, and he kept suckling and licking until she came on his tongue with cries of pleasure.
He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, walking over to get the box of rubbers.
"I want you to ride me," he said firmly, biting his lip smiling.
He was out of his pants in an instant; laying down next to Olivia, he rolled the condom down his erect dick. Stroking himself.
Olivia straddled his lap, moaning in his ear when his cock brushed against her clit. "I-"
"I'll help you" he brought her hand up, interlacing their fingers. She lifted and slid down his shaft; Olivia sucked the air, "ahhh," she moaned, gyrating her hips. Fitz pushed in further, causing her to scream out in pleasure and pain. He was deeper than he had been the other two times.
"Fitz," she braced one hand on his chest, lifting her hips.
"Can you take it?"
She shook her head "no." He gripped her waist, holding her while he flipped over, so he was hovering over her. Then he entered her again, only giving half of his length with slow, careful strokes as he kissed her.
"Mhmm yes...oh fuckfuckfuck"
Fitz interlocked their hands, bringing them above her head. "You like that?" Kissing her as he thrusts, swiveling his hips.
"Yes," she whimpered, pushing forward, allowing her to take a little more of him.
"Oh, shit," she panted, "I'm com...I'm coming," she strained.
She looked Fitz in the eyes as she came, smiling.
Fitz stroked a couple more times before busting in the rubber separating them. He pulled the soiled Durex off, throwing it in the can next to her bed.
"I love you," Fitz confessed.
"I'm hungry," she countered quickly.
Ugh...she felt like an asshole. Olivia grabbed her robe, retreating to the kitchen.
Fitz raised his eyebrow; rising from the bed, he went to the bathroom. He didn't want to be there when she got back. He didn't mean to say it right after he...but it just slipped out.
Did she avoid the statement because she didn't love him back? No. He felt it, and she definitely felt it.
It was his turn to avoid her by taking a shower.
Olivia was eating ice cream and waffles, a weird combo but a snack she's always enjoyed. She pushed what he said to the side and continued eating. Before she went back upstairs, she showered in the guest bathroom.
The room was dark, and this time she was sure Fitz was asleep and didn't wait up for her. Flicking on the lamp, she didn't want to disturb him with the big light.
Liv finished her night routine of moisturizing and oiling her scalp and her lotioning her skin. She crawled into bed with Fitz wrapping her tiny arms around him. she had a thing about being the little spoon despite her small stature.
She kissed his ear, adjusted the covers, and laid down.
Fitz didn't know when he said it that she hadn't told anyone she loved them since her mother died, and her father wasn't big on saying it. Mostly Abby and Quinn, but they were friends. It didn't have much weight to it. Her mother told her she loved her, and then she died. Olivia didn't trust those words anymore. She was old enough to understand death but too young to grasp the emptiness her mother left her with upon her death. So she locked those words away. She never even said them to Edison.
"Fitzgerald, nice you to remember you have responsibilities," Jerry said bitingly.
"I could leave. I could be helping with summer school programs," Fitz sassed.
"You said one day."
"No. I said I need time off. What are you so tight?"
"I need you tonight for dinner. Fitzgerald, we are a team." Jerry clapped his son's back, continuing to prompting Fitz to follow. "You don't have to do this job if you don't want to, I can't make you. Well, both know winners don't come from doing shit like this," he gestured to the other interns. "You're a grant. I need you D.C for a White House party, 4th July."
"Ok"
"I don't need to blackmail you or anything?" He joked, but Fitz didn't laugh. He didn't find his father particularly funny.
"I said, ok, I had fun in Washington."
Just a day earlier, he and Liv stood at the airport saying goodbye for the second time this summer. Fitz wanted to do the long-distance thing because he couldn't stand the idea of her not being in his life. But he missed her, and when he didn't see her, the sun didn't shine, and the birds didn't sing...maybe that's a little dramatic, but he misses her and would rather be with her.
"Baby, promise you'll visit in the fall."
"I promise, maybe it'll snow, and we can ice skate or something." Fitz suggested,
"We can Ice skate all year round," Olivia countered.
"It's better on a frozen lake, with just us" he licked his lips.
"We are not having sex in the snow," Olivia giggled, fixing his collar.
"We could try" a sly smirk crept across his face. "Livvie," he pressed their heads together. "Will you always be my girl?"
Trying to hold back tears, she chuckled, "always."
The intercom voiced, announcing his plane was boarding and to be ready at the gates.
"That's you," she reminded.
"I don't wanna go," he admitted.
"I don't want you to go, but we have responsibilities to handle. Go."
"See you later," he said softly.
"See you later," she repeated.
Growing up, Fitz's mother refused to say goodbye because goodbyes meant forever. So he and Liv promised only to say "see you later," even if later meant in a few months or a year.
Olivia and Abby flew to Cambridge to furnish the apartment. Gossip was inevitable. The girls got to talking about boys and of course...Fitz came up.
Abby laughed. "I didn't think you had it in you."
"I've had sex before, Abby. With Fitz, it's just...well, I don't know how to explain it."
"Trust me. I don't want details," she said, rolling her eyes. "Come on, and Liv, just pick one."
They'd walked around looking at beds for the last twenty minutes. Olivia still hasn't decided on a bed. She wanted the perfect one big enough for her and Fitz. He would be there year-round, but when he's around, she wanted them to be comfortable. Unfortunately, they'd slept on her twin bed, and they now needed an upgrade.
Olivia laid on the bed fitted in white sheets and a large grey comforter. "This one was is firm but also comfortable. I think Fitz'll like it."
"Blah blah blah," Abby plopped down, bouncing. "I like it, and since they'll be plenty of drunken nights and I get to sleep in it- let's get it" the redhead smirked,
"So you're gonna live in student housing...why?" Olivia scrunched her nose, peering at her best friend.
"Because my father is an asshole and won't pay for an apartment, and I quote "to be used as a whore house." She scoffed, shaking her head, "my own father said that. And my mother-if I should even call her that"
"Sorry I asked, he's a prick."
"It's fine. I really don't care."
A sales associate followed close behind, adding to Olivia's order. So far, she picked out her bed, dressers, and bathroom accessories, as wells as kitchen appliances. This store didn't have everything, but Olivia was done for the day. She and Abby will be spending another day here to finishing decorating and putting things away.
When Julia approached his desk, he furrows his brow, twists his mouth into a scowl, and lets his eyes go dead.
"I'm sorry, Fitz, I had no-"
Holding up his hand, he stopped her from speaking, "it doesn't matter, your just a pawn in big Jerry's game of chess. Do you know that?"
She averted her eyes, fidgeting with her fingernails.
"He probably paid your father some of the money, and he sold you like cattle. And you went for it...stupidly"
Fitz had never talked to a woman like that...ever. This was different. She was dangled in front of him like a banana to a monkey, and when he didn't flinch, she threw herself at him. He didn't like her, and now he felt sorry for her. It wasn't entirely her fault.
"I said I'm sorry. I read the situation wrong."
She lied directly to his face, and he knew it. Before she got another word out, Fitz dismissively walked away.
"I don't care what you thought," he said, opening the door to his father's office.
"You're a son of a bitch"
Jerry pulled his glasses from his face, glaring at Fitzgerald. How dare he come into his office and call him names. Though, big Jerry can't say he's surprised, especially after last night's dinner.
"Careful who you're talking to," Jerry warned
"I don't give a fuck you were out of line. Last night was the worst thing you've ever done, not just to me but that poor girl. What is wrong with you?"
"Fitzgerald calm down, I apologized to her father, and there are no hard feelings."
"There are hard feelings; I'm going to D.C, and don't ask me for anything else."
"You're going to D.C for your whore- not me," he shot back.
"You don't know what you're talking about-keep her name out of your mouth." He urged, through gritted teeth.
"What's her name...Olivia? Yeah, she's the one." Jerry stood, inching toward Fitz in a threatening manner "don't push me, boy."
"No...don't push me" Fitz lunged forward, eyeing his father when he didn't flinch or back down.
"I'm the one you shouldn't be testing," he chortled, returning to his chair. "And close the door."
He clenched his jaw and balled his fist. He retreated, leaving the door wide open.
Eli pulled an unknown shirt from his drawer. He examined the shirt, thinking there was a mix-up with his and Olivia's laundry- but this is a man's shirt. Which means Olivia had a boy over.
He snorted. Thinking, had he been that out of touch with Olivia that he didn't know she was dating...Well, he hoped she was dating this and not just shacking up in his house.
Eli checked his watch; Olivia should be getting in soon. She spent two days getting her apartment ready. Damn, she be would go... soon summer really flew by.
He walked down the hall to Olivia's room and laid the shirt out on her bed. He wasn't mad, but it was something that needed to be addressed.
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"-Thanks for the ride" Olivia waved Abby off.
Olivia walked inside, her father standing at the island, drinking what liked iced tea.
"Olivia," he greeted
"Hey, dad, I didn't realize you were home. I thought you'd be at the White House by now."
"I thought we'd leave together.
"Ok, well, I'll get dressed, and we'll talk about Cambridge on the ride over," she suggested,
"Sounds good."
Upstairs, Olivia walked into her room, and the first thing she saw was the navy blue t-shirt laid at the foot of her bed.
"shit," she said to herself.
"I presume you know who this belongs to?"
She snapped her head around, seeing her father standing in her doorway, sipping his iced tea.
"Dad-"
"Are you being safe?"
"What?"
"Safe. I'm guessing since his clothes were in the laundry- he must have taken them off and since Courtney found a used condom in your trash-"
"Stop" she put her hand out.
"You're an adult. I don't know when I missed that, but it became evident to me today. All I have to say is: I don't want him in this house doing things to my daughter." He commanded
"Ok," she agreed quietly.
"Thank you, now get ready," Eli said, leaving just as fast as he had arrived.
"Olivia," Eli called from the bass of the stairs.
Olivia came running down the stairs like she did when she was five years old.
"I'm ready," she announced.
He inspected her outfit, "okay, let's go," as he opened her door, allowing her to climb in.
Olivia and her father trod across the grass, despite her constant sneezing she admired the decorations as well as the rose garden; Olivia always loved it there. It was the only time of year people other than the first family were allowed in the gardens. Abby spotted Olivia walking over. She said pleasantries to Eli before he went off. The pair watched him, he wasn't a politician, but he was always welcomed in their circles and fit so well.
They strolled around with their arms linked, "you're avoiding the first children." Abby said matter-of-factly.
"No, Just Brittney" she rolled her eyes.
"Livvie?" the voice called out.
Olivia bit her tongue, turning around to see Brittney and her siblings. She was the eldest, and kyle was the second oldest. The youngest was Carla. Olivia had no problem with those two...Brittney was extremely boring and always reminding people her father was the president. It was old news eight years in the white house, superb educators and perfect schools, yet she was dumber than rocks. She lived up to her reputation as a dumb blonde.
"Britt, kyle, little Carla." she smiled when Carla wrapped her arms around her waist.
"I hear you're going to Harvard?"
"Yea..you remember Abby?" Three summers and every year, she managed to act as if Abby wasn't standing there. Olivia hated how she looked down on people when she was no better; the children of famous fathers always act more important than they really are.
"Sorry, abbs," she said sarcastically.
Abby smirked. What is with these nicknames? "Hey"
"The governor of California is here, and so is his son," Brittney announced, pointing towards Fitz. A smile brightened her face, and she went over to him. Abby knew by the way Brittney announced it...she had a crush, and it made her day to see Olivia rub in her face that she was dating "the golden boy."
"They're dating," she clarified, chuckling.
Olivia snuck up on Fitz; her small hand reached around his eyes, blinding him. "Guess who?" she giggled.
"Let me guess, she's short, beautiful, and is my girlfriend," he smirked
"Achoo" she cupped her nose with both hands.
"Who is allergic to grass" he pointed out, "why did you come to a place full of grass?" Fitz kissed her hands that were covering her nose, holding her close.
she brought her hands around his back, smiling. "Why didn't you tell you'd be here?"
"I didn't know you'd be here. My just father dragged me here. But I did have plans to see you before I left. It was gonna be a surprise."
"My dad found your shirt."
"Did you tell him about me?" Fitz smiled, proudly
"I did...did you tell yours about me?"
"He knows about us," Fitz assured, half-heartedly. Jerry's word still echoed in his head.
"We can introduce each other." She suggested, equally proud. However, Fitz didn't look so hot. He got quiet. "you don't want to?"
Finally, he spoke up, "it's not that; I just didn't expect you to want to meet him." he admitted hoping she would drop it.
Olivia stayed with Fitz long enough to watch a couple of fireworks and then slipped away to get something to drink.
On the way back she bumped into Jerry. He looked much older up close and taller; she had only seen him in pictures or on television. He said, excuse me, and attempted to walk away, but Olivia stopped him. Fitz never said she couldn't introduce herself, so she did. Though big jerry made it clear he didn't know who she was.
After being embarrassed, Olivia found Abby instead of returning to Fitz.
It wouldn't Abby's nature to not be flirting with the closest boys or men...Abby didn't care. Olivia politely pulled Abby away, apologizing to the gentleman she was entertaining.
"Fitz just lied to my face," she whispered, though they weren't near a crowd.
"About?" Abby asked at a normal volume.
"His dad- he told me he told him about us, but he didn't know who I was"
"Didn't you say they weren't close?"
Olivia thought about it for a second. It made sense, and then it didn't. He wouldn't have lied if that was the case. She was probably overthinking it but she didn't want to be here anymore. Olivia suggested they go home; she was tired of this party. She found her father and said goodnight, and then went home.
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