11:47 pm is what her clock read when Olivia was woken out of her sleep from an obnoxious tapping noise. At first, she didn't realize where it was coming from. She thought maybe she was dreaming it, but now she's awake, and the tapping is still there.
Olivia sat up on her bed, noticing the tapping had ceased for about 10 seconds and started again; she realized the tapping was the sound of pebbles hitting her window. Olivia quickly ran to the window to see who was throwing stones.
As she approached the window, she saw a figure bent down getting more pebbles she opened her window and shouted "stop" getting his attention, Fitz looked up at the window dropping the stones he had collected "hey" he called up, waving to her. She walked away from the window, trotting down the hall to her father's room, who still had not come home yet.
Olivia quickly went downstairs to open the door signaling Fitz; to come in. He did a quick jog into the house to avoid a disturbance or neighbors.
"What are you doing here?" asked Olivia as she tied her robe closed.
"You left without me; I was worried," he answered.
"Worried? About what I'm sleeping," she growled.
"I wanted to see you," he admitted, Smirking.
Olivia sighed, leading him to her bedroom. "What if my dad was here?" she shot back.
"He's still at the party, and I just left there," Fitz responded.
Olivia walked into her room. She laid across the bed, propping herself up with a pillow. "I left because I was tired."
Fitz laid next to her. "Sorry that I woke you up," he said, sincerely.
"That's okay," Liv leaned in, pecking his lips. She couldn't stay mad at him long. Still, her curiosity was there.
Fitz kissed her back, pulling back for a moment. "What if your dad comes home?" He asked cautiously.
"He won't be home probably until the morning," she said as she got on top of him, unbuttoning his shirt. "Did you lie to me tonight?" Olivia asked,
"No," he said, not knowing what she was referring to.
she chuckled as she started working to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down, "I met your father," Olivia revealed,
Fitz sat up, and he grabbed her hand just before she slipped it into his boxers. "What did he say to you?"
Olivia pulled her hand back. "Nothing- he didn't know who I was...why did you lie?"
"I- it wasn't on purpose. I don't talk to him about women I date," he said, honestly.
"Okay," she nodded, leaning in pecking his lips as her hand snaked its way to his cock, messaging it. Fitz groaned, snatching her hand away again.
Fitz unfastened her robe to reveal her silk Pajama shorts and a tank top. He pulled it over her head, giving brief attention to her breast before going back in for another kiss. he flipped Olivia over on her stomach, getting on top, kissing up her spine; Fitz sucked on two of his fingers, and then he slid them inside her. "Fuck," she muttered. She was so wet that he had to lick his finger after he pulled it out.
"I'm gonna fuck you so good," Fitz whispered in her ear, in a rich baritone voice.
Liv smiled back at him. As Fitz rose, he met her lips, kissing her deeply. Olivia moaned as she was getting more aroused. He bounced off the bed, opening the drawer; he pulled out the box of condoms as he dropped his boxers.
Fitz positioned himself back on top of Olivia, pressing her body in the mattress, entering her slow and deep, stretching her. He gave her a second to adjust to him and began thrusting. Olivia arched at the pressure of his tip going deeper inside her; her tailbone tucked as he went deeper, pounding fast. She lurched forward a heavily panting, Olivia winced inwardly.
"Sorry," Fitz offered, kissing the back of her neck, feeling as she pushed back on him, moaning.
"Harder," Olivia said,
He sped up, thrusting into her tight channel vigorously. Between a moan and a sob, Olivia took every inch he gave, trying not to scream because of how late it was and the worry that her father could be home at any moment. Her soft whimpers quickly turned into wails as she started cuming, gripping the sheets and biting the pillow. He pulled out, turning her over, and then he entered her again.
Snaking her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer as the pain and pleasure shot through her body with every thrust. "ahhh."
She held him close as he swiveled and slammed into her hard, hitting that sweet spot. Olivia bit his neck cause she wanted to, and then she sucked the stinging flesh.
"Am I hurting you?" Fitz asked.
"No," Olivia moaned. She kissed him as her body tensed from her beckoning orgasm, wrapping her legs around his torso, preventing him from pulling out as their orgasms synchronized. Fitz grunted, releasing. His body went limp, collapsing on Olivia, trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes, he turned over on his back.
Olivia traced circles on his chest and propped her chin there. "Don't lie to me again," she warned but smiled immediately.
"I won't," he promised.
/
Fitz had been up for thirty minutes, though he didn't move from her bed. Olivia's father's room is down the hall, no doubt if he heard movement, he would come in, and Fitz would be a dead man. Olivia slept wild, her arm tucked underneath her body and the other above her head. Her legs were tangled in his, and she snores. Fitz brushed a curl from her face. She must have been exhausted to not sleep in a bonnet. He remembered their week, watching her wash and moisturize her hair. It was a wonderful sight-one he'd never get tired of looking at.
Fitz froze at the soft but intentional knocks at the door. He didn't know whether to hide or stay put-his mind went blank. Once she didn't answer the first two times, Eli's footsteps departed. Fitz let out a sigh of relief-
speaking of comfort, he had to pee.
"Liv, Liv" Fitz gently shook her awake.
"What...Fitz?" her voice was raspy and sleepy.
"Shush...not so loud, your dad is home," he whispered as he started getting up from her bed.
Olivia rose, registering what Fitz just told her; looking at her phone, she said, "ok, he'll be gone soon, and then you can leave," Liv assured him.
"I have to use the bathroom, Liv," Fitz complained.
Olivia looked at him like 'seriously' "Uh...okay, wait here" Liv opened the door and peeked out, looking down the hall and at the stairs. She found her father in his room down the hall, conveniently next to the bathroom. "Hey, good morning, dad" Liv knocked but went in before getting a response. "What time did you get home?"
"It was late this morning. Did you have fun," Eli asked as he got up to head to the kitchen.
Olivia followed behind him "yea, and it was a nice party. I'm gonna go and shower to get ready for the day," Liv said as he walked downstairs.
"Alright" Eli went to the kitchen to have some coffee.
Olivia ran back to her room she whispered, "sorry...he's downstairs, let's go" she ushered him to the bathroom. Going in with him
"What are you doing?" He asked, noticing she was coming in with him
"My dad is home, and it's just the two of us. My dad will know someone else is here; hurry up and use it before we get stuck in here." Liv shooed him to the toilet
"Okay, okay," Fitz finished and washed his hands.
"I have to pee" Liv did a little jumping pee dance.
"Go ahead" Fitz pointed to the toilet.
"Turn around" Liv blushed.
"Are you serious" Fitz chuckled, turning around.
Eli was coming down the hall while Liv and Fitz were still in the bathroom. Reaching the door, Eli knocked. "Liv. I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything" he stood there.
Fitz nervously turned to Liv, whispering, "say something."
"Okay, Dad. Have a good day," Liv said nervously.
"You too" Eli left, heading to the Smithsonian.
"Is he gone" Fitz whispered?
"I think so," Liv whispered back. She opened the door, making sure he had actually left "okay, come on," Liv said, waving for him to follow her.
"Whew, that was close," Fitz laughed.
"Yea, I know," Liv said, opening her bedroom door. "So, what are your plans?"
"I'm leaving tomorrow, so I guess the day is ours," he smirked. "Can I shower?"
Olivia smiled, nodded. Fitz left. And Olivia called Abby.
"Did you get home okay?" Abby asked.
"Fitz came over; we almost got caught."
"Naughty girl," she snickered. "And was it all night?"
Her cheeks were as rosy red. "Shut up" Olivia rolled her eyes. "I gotta go."
Olivia went down to the bathroom; Fitz was singing when she came in. He was belting out Zanzibar by Billy Joel. She giggled at how he mixed up the words. However, he wasn't discouraged and continued. Olivia shut the door, making her presence known. She peeked from the side of the shower curtain...Fitz was using her toothbrush again. She thought it was gross- but there had been some stuff he'd done to her that would be considered disgusting. So she didn't say anything. She heard him spit and rinse, and then he handed it to her. She smiled, thanking him.
"Woah," Olivia's cold hands startled him, "hi."
"Hi," she pastored on a smile as Fitz kissed her tenderly. Her erect nipples pressing into his chiseled chest. "Mhm, Fitz, we could slip," she complained when he went to lift her.
Fitz kissed her quiet "we won't," he said, successfully wrapping her legs around his waist. Her chest heaved gently to the rhythm of her breathing, but as he crept further in, she had to stifle a cry.
With her back against the cold, wet tiles, her arms around his neck. Fitz thrust into her with a pleasureful force. Grunting profanities in her ear.
Following their shower, Fitz got out, grabbing the only towel on the rack. Olivia stood shivering as he chuckled, patting his hair dry.
"Do you need a towel?" Fitz asked sarcastically, "you look good without one, though"
She cut her eyes at him and snatched the towel "you'll never touch me again."
"Oh no," he bit his lip, picking her and carrying her off.
"Hey, where are the Polaroids we took?
Olivia smirked, "they're safe."
"Can I have some?" Fitz asked.
"I think about it," Olivia says as she walks over to her closet.
/
Fitz showed himself around the house. The last time he was here, they spent the majority of his visit in her room. The space was prominent, just a big as the ranch house. Now he got to appreciate the decor and the baby pictures of Olivia and her mother, not many pictures of her father. Still, there hung a huge family portrait above the fireplace. Her mother was just as beautiful as Olivia, he thought.
Olivia came down after a short while, ready to go.
"I want to take you somewhere." since they started dating, Olivia hasn't had many chances to spoil him or surprise him with beautiful sceneries. She wanted to return the favor. "And since I don't like surprises, we're going to the botanical gardens."
Fitz exaggerated a pout and said: "you took the fun out of it."
The corners of her mouth tugged into a smile, "Such a baby," Olivia linked their arms and led the way.
A few minutes later, they arrived at the gardens, just in the shadow of the capitol. Fitz never had much interest in politics. However, Olivia could talk about it for hours. On the drive over, she gave him multiple history lessons about historical buildings in the area. Everywhere you look in D.C, there was a memorial to soldiers or presidents.
Inside the gardens were just the same, replicas of the white house and the capitol surrounded by beautiful bright red petunias. One of Olivia's favorite flowers, coming in second to orange hibiscus. As they walked hand in hand through the botanical, stealing glances at one another. Olivia struck up a conversation.
"Do you want kids?"
"kids?" Fitz chuckled. It was an unexpected question, he might say.
"Fat squishy babies that cry, I want two." it rolled off her tongue so perfectly, following a gorgeous wide smile.
"Me too, with me, right?" he raised a curious brow.
Olivia laughed, tugging at his arm. "someday, Possibly."
"We will do that someday." He winked and laughed at his pun, putting a loving arm around her shoulders.
"I hate it when we leave each other." Olivia sighed, sitting at the edge of a planter.
"Summers and holidays, and anytime I have a break in my schedule," Fitz said.
"And facetime before bed, now that I've slept in your arms, I don't like the feeling of not being in them."
"I'll put a shirt over your pillow, and I'll be there," Fitz said, sitting beside her.
A sweet chuckle sounded. Olivia leaned over-molding their lips, kissing him eagerly.
Breaking their kiss, Fitz said, "let's go eat."
/
Olivia and Fitz sat in her car eating donuts and just watching people pass by. There won't be many moments they get to do this. Soon they'll be 2500 miles apart. Olivia bobbed her head to the radio playing in the background. Fitz stared in awe of her, the way her hair swayed with the wind or the way her face lit up with the most dazzling smile. He is undeniably in love with her. she makes his heart flutter with the way she gazes at him, the pride in her eyes, the adoration in her tone when they talked about their future together. Olivia might not have said it yet, but he knows. She's in love too.
"How often do we get to do this?" Fitz says while stuffing a powdered donut in his mouth.
"What drop powder and crumbs in my car? Not often." Olivia teased, swiping away the particles.
Fitz leaned forward, pressing his powdered lips to hers. Olivia giggled, pulling back. She tasted her lips and pulled him in again.
Olivia shot him a look and cocked her head to the side. She smiled warmly, locking their fingers. "The sun and the stars, you always be here with me. Holding me"
His eye twinkled, and he laughed. She could be so corny sometimes. "Ok, poet. Here try these," Fitz said, holding up a powdered donut.
"No, they're messy; I don't like stuff on my hands," she cringed, watching the crumbs fall between the arm console.
Fitz smirked "my dick was in your hands, and you know how messy that can get"
She rolled her eyes "sex is supposed to be messy," she countered, "that's just sticky and-"
Fitz tilted his head; she knew what he was about to say.
"Fine, just feed it to me" Olivia leaned forward with her eyes closed and mouth open. Fitz snickered at her pose; he secured the donut between his teeth and brought it to her mouth. Olivia bit it, "mhmm."
"It's good, huh," Fitz said.
She nodded, "Can I have some more."
"No, these are mine. I told you to get some" Fitz shrugged, laughing at her pouting.
Her mouth opened and snapped shut again, staring at him through narrows eyes. "You always deny me."
"I'd give you the world if it could fit in my hands," Fitz said, feeding her another donut.
They shared a moment of silence. The phrase was on the top of his tongue, waiting to jump off, three simple words that had the weight of his heart and more attached to them. He knew she wouldn't say it back, so he refused to say it. Their moment came to an end when Olivia flickered her eyes from him to the dashboard. "What hotel are you staying at?" She asked, starting the car.
"The one at the metro center," he said, not looking at her. He just stared out the window.
"Ok," a part of her wished he would stop saying it because she couldn't say it back. It had to hurt, and she hated that.
Olivia pulled up 10 minutes later; Fitz kissed her and quickly departed. She wanted to yell it at the top of her lungs, but the words wouldn't form.
Weeks later
Two weeks until Olivia starts college. It's surreal, though, Olivia has always known she would go to Harvard; she just never thought there would be a reason she doesn't want to go. Except she can't tell Fitz to pursue his dreams without following hers, even if it means leaving him behind. Since he left, she's contemplated switching schools- not to Fitz's because she still wants to be a lawyer but something closer to him. Olivia knows her father isn't going for that. He barely agreed to Harvard, which is the most prestigious school in Cambridge.
For now, she's just gonna have to suck it up. Besides that, Olivia is leaving early; she wants a chance to enjoy the town before she's swamped with lectures, homework, and events.
"Are you taking this?" Quinn asked, holding up a small pink book
Olivia swiftly snatched that pretty pink journal away. It would have only taken one flip of the pages, and Quinn would have been horrified. Olivia's cheeks flushed red as she hid it between some shirts.
"What's in the book?" Quinn asked.
"Fitz's nudes," she quipped.
Quinn did look horrified.
"Why are they in there?"
"My dad was the CIA director. He could hack my phone-I, I don't know." She smiled, embarrassed "next, subject."
Quinn chuckled and went back to looking through boxes in Liv's closet. "Where's Abby?"
Olivia checked her watch and realized she was missing her phone "um, I don't know. But have you seen my phone?"
"It's downstairs, kitchen island," Quinn hollered out.
"I'll be back."
Olivia spotted her phone, and then the bell rang- which was pointless cause the door was unlocked. Abby popped in,
"Why haven't you been answering me?" she asked. She hurriedly took off her jacket and tossed it.
Olivia went to her phone "it was down here. What's so urgent?" she questioned, looking at the notifications.
"Brittney sent me this. It's from the Santa Barbara post. Some reporter posted it" Abby press play. Olivia's eyes widen. She was stuck in a moment of disbelief rewatching that 3 second video-until Abby turned it off. She watched it at least six times before it started to register. That was Fitz and some girl kissing in a restaurant.
"Liv?"
"What?" Olivia snapped. She took a breath and sat down.
"Are you gonna say something?" Abby fidgeted with her phone.
Her hands were vibrating, and she went silent. Abby stared at her until Quinn came downstairs, and then she turned her attention to the brunette.
"What happened," Quinn asked. She glanced at Liv and then back at Abby. Abby didn't say anything. She just played the video.
"Why would you show her that? You are so messy," she scolded.
"She should know that her boyfriend is a cheater," Abby hissed at Quinn.
"Shut up," Quinn said, sitting next to Olivia, "call him and ask him what this is. It could be old," she tried to reason.
"It's not,"
"How do you know?"
"Because I know my boyfriend, and I know what he looks like. That was the same week he came out here, or after, I don't know. I gotta go," Olivia rose and went to her room.
Quinn turned to Abby. If looks could kill Abby would be in a grave.
"Abby, why can't you just leave her alone?"
"It was sent to me; I didn't record it. And you should want her to know,"
"Whatever-" Quinn paused, listening to the sound of Olivia's car starting. The pair ran outside. Olivia pulled off before they even got a chance to protest.
/
Olivia took a deep breath and shook her head a little, rubbing a hand over her eyes. she fastened the seatbelt around her waist and waited for take-off.
After a 7-hour flight and a 1-hour drive from LAX, Olivia was feeling stupid; this was the most impulsive thing she's ever done. That video broke something in her, and it won't mend-until she can look him in the eyes and beg for the truth. There is no doubt that it's him. She needs an explanation. Why were you at that restaurant? Who is the girl?
It was dark by the time Olivia pulled up to the house.
"Damn it, she exclaimed after listening to his voicemail for the third time. She looked up to see big jerry coming out of the house, and she'd hoped Fitz was inside sleeping or something.
"Hey, I remember you," Jerry said, watching Olivia leave the car.
"Yea, the 4th party." Olivia slipped her keys in her back pocket. "is Fitz home?"
He shook his head and began, "I must apologize for that night. I supposed that was rude no matter the situation."
Olivia leaned against her car with a confused look on her face, debating whether to ask or keep quiet until a better time.
"Fitzgerald, my son. I can't fault him for this I've had my fair share of women before and after my wedding."
Olivia shook her head, "wait, what?"
"You're his mistress. At the party, I was shocked you introduced yourself, and I guess he didn't tell you. He's getting married in a month." jerry couldn't resist rubbing salt in her open wounds. He pulled out his phone and showed her a picture of Fitz and the girl from the video-Julia. Olivia felt her heart fall out of her chest and land on the ground. "I was smarter than him. I never brought my whore to the house where my family was."
Ever since she watched that clip in Washington, it felt like someone was on her repeatedly punching her. Jerry's accusations only added to it.
Jerry closed his phone, dropping it in his pocket. "Fitz used to be so angry at me after his mother's passing, and look at him."
"You're lying." she didn't have the strength to lift her head. Tears were starting to form. Something in her gut told her he was lying, but it was all there. The photo, the video, none of that could be faked.
"I wish I was. Just never knew he was a 'darker the berry, the sweeter the juice' kinda man" Jerry chuckled. He was getting to her, he could tell. Her eyes were trained at the ground, and there was a shake in her voice she was slowly breaking. How much more would send her away for good?
Olivia circled the car and got in. Jerry put his hand over the window so she couldn't roll it up, leaned in, and told her..."Don't go to any reporters. Being a mistress is embarrassing enough, but I'll pay you for your troubles."
Olivia pushed his hand off her car. "Good luck with that. I have more than you and him combined." she snapped as she put the gears in the drive, and soon she was rounding the driveway. Olivia stopped the car, about two blocks away, and called Abby.
Olivia's voice broke, and she put her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.
"Liv, I'll come get you. Text me your location."