A thin layer of sweat covered the nape of his neck. Fitz felt his whole body working: his legs muscles running warm, fresh air entered his lungs, and blood flowed into all his limbs.

The gym kept his mind off the celebration that was happening on campus. The haunting reminder that he didn't have such a loving family, like his peers. He increased his speed and ran another ten minutes on the treadmill.

Fitzgerald hopped off and wiped his sweat-drenched neck and face. Shortly he went up to his apartment, took a shower, and ate some breakfast. Then he pulled out his laptop and decided to do some homework in the meantime.

"Meet me at the Luna cafe" he glanced down at the lit-up screen. And then he closed his laptop, put on some jeans and a sports jacket.

"Fitz, it's good to see you" Cyrus stood, greeting his former student.

"Yeah, I take it you've heard." Fitz sat down, uninterested in whatever this was. This would be their first time talking since his fathers investigation sparked rumors on campus about his involvement.

A pretty waitress approached the table and took their drink orders. Fitz got his usual orange juice, and Cyrus ordered an Arnold palmer.

"So your father was here- yeah, he stopped by my office on his way out of town," Cyrus reports.

"And?..."

"I don't pretend you are just a flyboy with a good head of hair. You know more than you are willing to let on. Including the fact your father paid the dean for your admission-"

Fitzgerald surveyed the restaurant, and then he leaned in. "We're in public," He points out in a hushed tone.

"I brought you here because the authorities are gonna find their way here, and when they do, I don't want you to be ignorant to what your father has been up to. Dean Coleman, me, you. We're all targets." Cyrus's face had a sinister, troubled expression, but an enigmatical smile played perpetually around his lips.

"I'm not in this. I have no ties to him besides the fact he's my father. He doesn't pay my rent or tuition. Him getting you that job has nothing to do with me. And as far as I'm concerned, he only did that so you would spy on me."

"Fitz, don't you understand? I care about you like a son. It would be best if you didn't go down for this. But I am willing to let your father. If the FBI contacts you, give them whatever they want."

Fitz scooted back and snatched the napkin from his lap, "what do you-" the waitress return.

"Your drinks. Are you gentleman ready to order?" She brought her pen up and smiled politely.

"Yes," Cyrus answer smiling. "I'll have the strawberry crepe. And he'll have the ricotta hotcakes, with maple bacon and rocket."

"Coming right up."

"Thank you," they say in unison, with fake smiles.

"We're in public having brunch, so when the FBI asks about our relationship beforehand, you'd be able to say we've been like family for years. This is our ritual. Dinner at my house with my wife or breakfast. " He cleared his throat, watching the woman return with their food. "Now you are going to sit and eat your food cause if you don't, we're going to jail with your father," Cyrus chuckled. "I'm too old for prison, and you're too smart."

"Thank you" it sounded like he was thanking him for the intelligence compliment. This meeting was more than his own father ever done for him. A smile that didn't reach his eyes flashed.

"I wouldn't do it for anyone else."

The waitress placed the food in front of both men and departed.

After a leisure brunch, Cyrus left to meet Janet on campus. He wanted Fitz to come back with him, but Fitz was doing his best to avoid it until Monday. Not in the mood to be surrounded by loud music and corny parents.

Fitz left the restaurant and called a Lyft, and he was on his way home until he got a call from the police station.

"This is officer johnson, and I'm calling from the Cambridge police station. Is this Fitzgerald Grant?" The officer asked.

"Yes, what is this about?" he asked, perturbed by the tone of the man's voice.

"My deputies picked up a miss Charlotte Dawson using your credit card and driving your vehicle. Do you know anyone by that name?"

The invisible weight was lifted, and his shoulders fell in relief. "No, no, I don't" his face scrunched, connecting the pieces his car must've gotten stolen, and Melody didn't know how to tell him or chose not to.

"Well, I have your belongings down here at the station. If you want to come and pick them up, you're welcome to"

"I'll be right there, thank you." Fitz hung up and canceled his Lyft, and reorder another to the station.

XXX

Campus: Radcliffe square

Hundreds of parents and siblings, donning spirited Crimson attire, descended on Harvard Yard this weekend. The weather was balmy, adding to the enjoyment of the day.

"Olivia, how do you like the campus? You've been here almost two years now?" Sandra asked.

"I like it a lot," she responded.

"Good because if you didn't, I'd put you in Howard in a hot minute," Eli said satirically. Chuckling at both their expressions.

"Oh Eli, let her be. If you love it, Olivia, we love it too."

"Thanks, I'm glad you came. It'll keep dad off my back for a minute" she nudged her father's side playfully.

Olivia and her parents roamed around for a little bit. Taking in the activities and her father eating appetizers from each table they'd stopped at.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to get Abby," Olivia shouted over her shoulder as she took off in Abigail's direction.

She appeared to be hiding on the side of the building, away from her parents. Abby was only expecting her father, but her mom showed up to. On a good day, she could deal with her father and trick him into spoiling her; however, her mother suddenly became the voice of reason and morality.

"You are privileged to have normal parents. Tell them to adopt me," Abby laughs, linking arms with Olivia, and they walk.

"Where are they? I'd love to say hello? I've always been your father's favorite." Olivia chuckled, looking for the pests

"Yea, yea, very funny. I wish my mom would have stayed in Washington; she's annoying. Speaking of annoying, you missed breakfast and broke up with Michael after you said you wouldn't. what's up with that?"

"After the party, Fitz spent the night, and in the morning, we had a chance to talk. I'm going to be with him," Olivia declared honestly

"And Michael, just what? Forgets the last seven months you guys spent together." She scolds and unlinked their arms.

"Oh god, Abby, stop acting like that, I know you think I'm horrible for what I'm doing, or maybe you're jealous that Fitz and I found our way back to each other- shut up, let me speak, I love him, Abigail, and you don't understand that because you run through guys like a damn marathon." She bellowed.

Abby stared back at liv, her green orbs full of disbelief and hurt. Olivia inhaled sharply.

"Abby, I was so proud of you when David came along, and you settled down. He makes you better. You still have a hateful tongue, but he makes you happy, and for some reason, you don't seem to care that Fitzgerald makes me happy." Tears brimming her eyes, Olivia stomped off in the direction of her parents.

Abby stepped forward to stop her, but the words wouldn't form into an apology then her bottom lip trembled.

Olivia made it back to her parents; however, Michael and his parent beat her there. An attractive, silver-haired woman met her with open arms. Olivia tensed at the contact.

"Oh, it's so nice to meet you, Olivia. I've heard so much." Kendra squeezed her tightly.

Olivia strained against her, panic floating through her at her helplessness. When Kendra let go, she smoothed the dress down, and glared at Michael.

Michael hasn't told them yet. So she forced a grin, "Likewise." Then his father moved up with a warm hand outstretched.

"You are as lovely as Michael promised," Taylor says.

"Thank you," Olivia replies.

"Interesting cause I haven't heard anything about your son," Eli retorts, looking to Olivia for an answer. This time she was grateful for her father's lack of filter.

Everyone's gaze fell on the two trouble makers, who both shifted nervously until Olivia cleared her throat and moved to where her parents were standing.

"That's because we broke up, and I didn't want to tell you, dad, because I didn't want you to think I was distracted from my studies." Olivia admitted, watching the ground the entire time.

Around them, families were starting to take their seats. Although before this revelation, Michael orchestrated them to sit together. Now that everyone was seated and the six of them were standing, the only thing to do was establish themselves and have this awkward lunch.

When neither of their parents was looking, Olivia slipped the gem off her finger and discreetly put it in Mike's hand.

"You could have waited," Michael whispered to Liv.

"Harvard welcomes families from different parts of the country. We want you to know we are taking good care of your young adults," dean Coleman jokes as he speaks into the microphone.

"You shouldn't have gone behind my back," Liv muttered back.

"As an alum myself, I know the struggle of moving away from my family, but I also know the joy of peace." He chuckled, and the parent's and student along with him.

"Liv-"

"Shush, later" with her eyes straight ahead, she laughed on cue with the parents.

"Well, since we're all here, let's eat," he announced and stepped off the stage, bathing in the cheers and applause.

The family lunch was just the beginning; later, there will be parents vs. staff football game. With the option of students joining, Olivia is definitely sitting that out. Neither Sandra nor Liv is letting Eli touch that field, not that he would want to. Football is a game for fools, and according to Eli Pope: he is no fool.

"So Olivia, how's your major?" Kendra asked while cutting into her steak and eggs. She'd broke the looming silence that dreaded the table.

"It's going well; I just can't wait to start law school and actually be in action." She tells the woman while tending to her plate.

"Wonderful, Michael tells me that you were in a mock trial that must've been exciting."

Olivia nodded quickly, forking food into her mouth. "It was very educational, especially when it comes to courtroom etiquette."

"Amazing, Taylor did a mock trial in college. Of course, he was studying to be paralegal; I'm sure that's why he came to despise the courtroom" she speaks for her husband, who was immersed in a contrary conversation with Eli about the respectability of football.

The brunch wrapped up shortly and Olivia thought it was time to speak to Michael in private.

"Liv I wanted you to have this," Michael confessed offering the jewel to her.

"I want to apologize, you didn't deserve what I did and for that I'm sorry. Michael you have never wronged me or hurt me and maybe I'm an idiot for letting you go but I have an obligation to myself to be happy and Fitz makes me happy. That's not saying I was unhappy with you...it's different and I want to experience that kind of romance." The scowl on his face wasn't lost on her but she continued. "I want to be your friend if you'll allow me that much, we started as friends and I would still very much like to have you as one"

His nod was noncommittal as he studied her soft features. If he couldn't have her as his girlfriend-friend would have to do. After all they'll always have a piece of each other whether Olivia admits or not.

Michael sighed before embracing her. "I'm okay with that." He promises, though it sounded as if he were trying to convince himself more than her. "Will you still take this?"

Her eyes flickered over the ring and met his again "I can't, but thank you." She squeezed his hand and smiled at him sorrowfully. Olivia excuse herself, she needed a minute just one minute to breathe.

XXX

A woman was sitting behind the plexiglass in the police station. Her head down fixed on her cellphone and whatever ridiculous mobile game she was playing, "Hi, I was told I could pick up my credit card" the receptionist didn't even look up. "Ma'am?"

"This is a police station, not a bank; you'll have to be a little more specific." She responded rudely.

Fitz picked through his pockets and pulled out his wallet. "I got a call about an hour ago saying I could come to pick up my credit card, and my name is Fitz Grant."

She tapped a few keys, "wait here. It'll be a minute."

"Thanks" he stood against the wall. It was another hour before the arresting officer introduced himself.

"Mr. Grant"

"That's me" Fitz stepped forward.

"Walk with me," the officer said, "so we picked up ms Dawson from the mall out on 15th. She attempted to buy 1200 dollars worth of clothes. The cashier asked for Identification because that's their policy, and when she hesitated, the cashier called us. Ms. Dawson tried to leave, and the store security blocked her in the parking lot, where we also found your car."

"Who is she?" Fitz asked,

"Her story is her daughter let her use it, and it belongs to her boyfriend, sir do you know her or her daughter" officer Johnson opened the door of an interrogation room in the back of the station.

The resemblance was uncanny. Melody and her mother could be twins, except Charlotte's age was catching up to her around the eyes. "I think so, yeah..."

"So, will you be pressing charges?"

Shaking his head quickly. "That's not necessary. I'll call my bank and get a new card. Is my car ok?"

"A little trashed but no sign of damage,"

Fitz blew hot air out in a huff of relief as they start heading for the lobby. Their ears perk up, listening to a young woman asking for information about her mother.

"Melody!"

Mellie turns to Fitz; the embarrassment is evident on her face. "Fitz, I'm so sorry. she took the keys from my purse."

holding his hand to stop her useless apologies. "I don't care how it happened; it won't happen again."

"So you're mad at me?"

"I'm mad that you didn't answer my calls and your mother almost stole 1200 dollars from me. You're lucky she didn't get a chance to do so, or else I'd press charges" Fitz got outside to the front of the station, and Mellie came after him.

"It was a mistake-" Mellie tried. "An accident"

"It was. You and me. Biggest mistake of my life." He hissed

Melody tried to close the space between them, and he steps back from her touch. "Fitz, don't say that. It's not true, and you know it. You want an excuse to leave, and I won't give it to you. Olivia comes back and-"

"This isn't about her, and as much as you would like it to be about her, it's not that either. You knew what it was before we started." Stepping into her space, he spoke through clenched teeth. She wasn't the object of his anger, but she wasn't helping it either. "You will leave Olivia alone because I said so and don't talk to me ever again."

As spiteful as she was, beneath the hard exterior was a soft center. Mellie turned her head (not that he would enjoy it). She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her breakdown.

"Just go," walking into the station to retrieve her mother. Tears streamed down redden cheeks.

Protector: a person or thing that protects someone or something. Twenty years on this earth, and Melody has never felt the comfort of having someone in her corner.

XXX

Fitz reluctantly spent the remainder of his day at the detail shop, Then lugged himself into his apartment and onto the couch.

This week alone has been a whirlwind of dissatisfaction and devastation. The only thing he looked forward to was Olivia, and now he's finally gotten her back in his life. Everything else is on the back burner. Between school and his Livvie, nothing could distract him...except sleep. Exhaustion set in his bones, and he was asleep before he knew it.

It had to be around 10 pm when Olivia banged on his door. His eyes fluttered open, and he stretched his arms high until his back cracked.

"Uh, coming, coming!" Fitz swung the door open. Olivia met his gaze and held it. Their pupils dilated, and a faint flush spread across her features.

"I missed you...but I didn't mean to wake you."

"C'mere, I missed you too," Fitz smiled as he engulfed her in a tight hug.

When they broke apart, Olivia had a mischievous grin on her face. "You wanna go out? I have an idea."

"What about your parents?" Fitz raised a curious brow.

"They went back to the hotel. So get dressed, and let's go." all he could do was smile and oblige.

Clouds drifted away from a full moon, drenching the sand with soft lunar light. Before Olivia fetched Fitz, she'd stopped at her place and grabbed a few items for their spontaneous date. Carson Beach is just as majestic at night as it is during the day. The September breeze touched her cheeks and neck as she exited the vehicle and went to the trunk.

"Are you stealing my ideas?" He asked jokingly, narrowing his gaze at liv.

"Just refurbishing them," She says, pulling a blanket, pillow, and lighter from the trunk. "We're going to stay here and catch up on our time apart."

"You mean when you broke up with me?" Fitz muttered sarcastically as they track through the cold sand.

No response, and she kept walking until they were close to the shoreline. Before they laid the blanket out, Olivia and Fitz collected sticks and twigs. The throw blanket she'd brought wouldn't have kept them warm all night, so the fire was their insurance.

They moved in silence. Fitz feared his comment did more damage than it was meant to. "Are you mad at me?" Now kneeling to form a pit.

Olivia drew in a slow breath and glanced self-consciously at him. "No, but I'm glad you brought it up. What did your father tell you to do? When he was leaving, he said, you better do something- what was it?" She asked.

"It wasn't about you, and it doesn't matter because I'm not doing it. I'm done with him, and that was before the investigation started." He clarified.

"But it was me."

"Yes and no, after you told me what happen that night. I went there to tell him I'm done, and he gave me access to a trust fund my mother and grandfather set up."

She snapped the last stick in half and felt relieved.

"What is it?" Fitz asked, immediately noticing the tension leaving her body and voice.

"Nothing, I'm just-I'm happy that we're doing this," she covered. If Fitz isn't connected to his father financially, ultimately, he's exempt from this investigation. She was guilty grateful for being the reason Fitz severed ties with big jerry.

He took the lighter and started a small blaze.

"California was better; I had an amazing time there. I did freeze the next morning, but it was worth it" Olivia had snuggled under his arm, and they laid back. The moon and the stars were bright above.

"Livvie?"

"Hmm"

"Tell me again?" Fitz asks. "Tell me you love me and have only loved me, Livvie." His voice soft and pleading

Olivia pulled away from him, propping up on an elbow as she studied his face. "I love you, Fitz; I'm helplessly, foolishly in love with you." She declared with great sincerity.

Fitz lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. It was a soft kiss, not demanding but more inquisitive. Olivia responded passionately, returning his kiss eagerly.

"I love you; I love you!" Fitz chanted against her lips

Just the sounds of the waves washing ashore and their lips were smacking together in the night. Olivia pulled back and took a much-needed breath. They could easily get lost in each other. Her perfect round plump lips were irresistible, and the work he did with his tongue. However, they were making up for a lost time, so anything goes.

"Let's get in the water" she jumped up quickly, tugging off her boots and stripping down to her black bra and panties.

His mouth fell open at sight, she stood directly in front of his face a few inches closer, and his mouth would be on her.

"Get up," she beamed and took off running towards the calming waves.

Fitz immediately stood up and shed his clothing, chasing after her in the night.

A breeze picked up at the shoreline, wrinkling the water as the waves slowly rolled toward him in silver lines. He laughed as she recoiled from the freezing water, running back to him.

"Never mind, too cold." Arms wrapped around her shivering body.

A lascivious grin then stretched with great exaggeration. "Nah, I already got undressed," Fitz said before she carried her over his shoulder like a Santa sack.

"Ahh! Fitz!" Sending her into a fit of giggles.

Once he put her down, she darted out of the water; however, he caught her. "You know I love your hair when it's natural."

He got that mischievous look in his eyes and smile that makes her knees go weak. "Don't do it, my dad-ahhh!"

Then he pressed a kiss to her lips, causing her to melt into him. Suddenly the water didn't feel so cold, and her wet hair didn't matter. She's a woman in love.

"There you are, my Livvie is back." His lips met hers once more in a dizzying, love-filled kiss.

In the sunshine, the air was warm, and that warmth was delightful with the invigorating freshness of the morning frost still in the air. It had been too long since Olivia and Fitz have woke up entangled in each other. Fitz could feel her heartbeat with his. Always in sync.

Their morning was different than the one they shared in California. Mainly because now there's a park ranger hovering over them. Telling them it illegal to sleep on a public beach and have a bond fire going. No matter if it had long gone out.

"Public nudity is prohibited on state beaches," the ranger announced.

"Sorry, officer," Fitz says, draping the blanket over Olivia as he nudged her awake. "Liv, get up the fuzz is here."

"I heard that," the dough bellied man called over his shoulder

Fitz chuckled to himself. "They can't arrest us. We could be homeless. They don't know," Liv countered, then stood up and got dressed when the ranger gotten into his vehicle.

"We're not. I drive a BMW, and you drive a Mercedes- also, I have a story for you, I'll tell you over breakfast, my house," he insisted, grabbing her hand, leading her out of the freezing sand.

"Are you gonna cook this time?" She cocked her head smirking.

"Um- let's go to the diner." scrunching his nose cutely.

Breakfast was pancakes, French toast, a side of eggs, and Olivia order hash browns.

"You have sand in your hair," Fitz grinned, feeding himself eggs.

Olivia childishly stuck her tongue out. "If I get ringworm, you're getting it too. Did you sleep last night?" When the waitress asked Liv, did she also want eggs? She shook her head no. But she's been stealing them off his plate.

"Sand-bed not my go-to, but I slept. You kept me warm." His cheeks warmed with a smile that reached his eyes.

"Didn't I always say I'd be there?"

"Right back to where we started from."

The couple shared a smile, then Fitz ate the last bite of eggs, and Olivia twitched her lip at him.

Breakfast ended on a high note. On the ride to Fitzgerald's house, he exposed Melody and her mother. Then he explained their agreement. Reminding Olivia that Mellie isn't a threat to their blossoming relationship.

Sunday afternoon was spent washing her hair. After washing the sand and saltwater from her curls, Olivia moisturized and styled it up in a bun on the top of her head, with a few straggler curls falling in her face. Most of the time, her hair is pressed straight, especially when her father is around. From a young age, Maya hammered into Olivia the importance of her natural hair and that embracing it is essential to her being. However, that didn't stop Eli from warning her about the unruly curls in professional settings. But when Fitzgerald expressed his appreciation for its natural state made Olivia more confident even around her father.

Olivia headed back to campus for the last day of the parent's weekend. Eli and Sandra promised to meet Olivia near the library after they fielded their own tour of Harvard, wanting to see where their money is going. Olivia has always spoken highly of the school; still, Eli had his reservations.

Ms. Pope strolled down the pathway moving towards the build just as Melody accosted her. So much for she isn't a threat, said by Fitzgerald.

"Move" Olivia attempted to walk around the brunette just for her to step in front blocking her.

"I just want you to know that you manipulated him." Olivia closed her eyes and sighed. What she's saying is ridiculous. "You know that...with your damsel in distress act. Olivia Pope, you are a fake."

Olivia scoffed and teetered, "That's rich, you know. Seeing how you're a shallow hillbilly running from her own humiliation- tried to use Fitz as your way out, and you're mad because you failed. So do us a favor and stop being desperate and move on" this time, Olivia successfully pushed past melody. Leaving her stunned.

Mellie wanted to slap her, but slapping Olivia Pope wouldn't make what she said any less true.

"Dad, did you enjoy your tour?" Olivia smiled forcefully.

"I did, sweetheart...now I still don't see the appeal, but you do, so I'll live," he chuckled. "Now, let's get on with it. We'll be out of here soon enough."

"Eli, stop it." Sandra admonishes.

"No, it's fine. I'm not feeling well anyway," Olivia speaks up. To be honest, Melody's attack did more than she expected. She was left feeling like she had manipulated Fitz, playing on his love for her. Every fight takes two people, and she hadn't owned up to her part in all of this or apologized to Fitz for Michael.

"So we can catch an early flight out, good I'm tired of this campus," Eli speaks freely, disregarding his earlier thoughts about Harvard.

Sandra narrows her eyes at Olivia's father.

XXX

Later that night, Olivia found herself at Fitzgerald's door-knocking softly. She wasn't sure what'd she'd say to him, but he deserves an apology. When the door opened, Olivia was met with a welcoming grin as he tugged her into the apartment.

"This is a nice surprise," Fitz beams. "Two nights in a row"

"Yeah..." immediately he knew something was wrong.

"You okay?" His brow went up.

"Fine. Dad and Sandra flew home a few hours ago. But I needed to see you, so I came here."

Fitz bobbed his head positively and moved them over to the couch. "Liv, what's really going on?"

Was she made of glass? How was it that Fitzgerald could see right through her?

The puff of breath indicated her day. He knew she was exhausted, not just physically but emotionally. "I didn't tell I loved you to manipulate you..."

"I don't-" she held her hand up, pausing his statement. She needed to get this off her chests uninterrupted.

"I blame myself for us- that I didn't fight harder. I wish you had protected me from him...from your father."

And then it hit him, just days earlier she asked about his father and their relationship. From previous conversations she'd known it was up and down. Never would she have imagined that big jerry was a monster. Ruthless and meticulous and Fitz unknowingly let her walk into the lions den.

"I'm sorry I should have protected you I should have been there."

"Why did I give up so easily? Fitz, I am genuinely sorry. You uprooted your life...evening studied law for me, and I haven't even given you half of that." Tears stung her eyes. He couldn't take not holding her another second and pulled her into his arm. Olivia yielded to the warm, strong hug. Her frame molding against his.

"I forgive you."

She inhaled his wonderful scent and smiled. "I missed you," speaking into the fabric of the t-shirt he's wearing.

"I've missed you too."

Olivia pulled back so that she was staring into his crystal blues then his lip before taking them between her teeth. "Did you really really miss me?" She asked sexily.

His breathing hitched, and a moan slipped from his mouth as she straddled his lap, pushing down on his burgeoning erection. "Yes" His velvety tongue was hot against her neck and her lips, and as he pleasured her in ways, she never experienced before.

"Fitz, I want you to make love to me," her tone sensual and breathy.

He stood with her legs firmly wrapped around his middle and carried her to the bedroom. Fitz laid her in the center and worked quickly to rid his clothing as she peeled hers away simultaneously. She felt the evidence of her arousal pooling between her legs as he slid the black lace from her thighs. The heat of his bare chest beneath her hands and the hardness of his arousal against her belly made need roar to life within her. Their bodies were begging for release, but he wanted to take his time and roam her beautifully sculpted body. She was his drug, and he needed his fix.

"you're mine" When his fingers laced through hers and his palms pressed her hands against the mattress next to her face, his kisses became ardent. "All mine," Fitz growled against her lips before he entered her tight moist channel, eliciting a moan and her back arching. Grinding slow and sensual, her moans grew louder with each thrust. Releasing her wrist, Fitz balanced his weight on the bare mattress and quickened his pace, thrusting into her forcefully and pleasurefully.

"Fitzzz!" cross between a moan and a sob. Olivia gripped his bicep, feeling a sensation deep in her belly, he's pushing her well over the edge, and they both knew it.

Grunting in her ear, "you're mine, say it," Fitz encouraged, his thrusts became more pointed and demanding.

"I'm yours...ahh-I'mcomingimcoming," liv uttered breathlessly just as she bit down on her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut. When her body ceased convulsing from an orgasm, she'd kissed him with tenderness and flipped them over so that she was straddling him.

"Fuck!" Fitz groaned when she fisted his hardened member and slid her cum-filled pussy down to the base of his dick. Olivia gyrated painfully slow, so Fitz gripped her waist, moving her the way he liked and needed. "Just like that, shit livvie."

"Are you mine?" repeating his previous words back to him.

"I'm all yours...forever" After she pried his hands off her hips and placed them on her breast for him to knead, she braced her own against his chest and started riding him vigorously. Fitzgerald never lasted long in this position, and Olivia knew it. Before he could gather the strength to flip them, he'd already exploded inside of her. Laying lifeless and blissfully sated. Oliva kissed sweat droplets on his forehead smiling.

"That was...amazing. Absolutely perfect," his voice was hoarse from screaming her name and hers just the same.

She brushed water from his face and traced a finger along his jaw. "We made love." when it came time to disconnect their bodies, Olivia discovered she had no strength in her legs. She plopped down next to Fitz. Soon enough, exhaustion took the both of them.

Moonlight slid in through the crack between the curtains. Olivia's eye adjusted to the darkness of the room. She glanced and smiled at Fitz; the moonlight formed shadows on his muscular chest. And when she slid out of his embrace, his body shifted from her absence, and then she was able to slip away to the kitchen. Earlier, they'd been too tired to make the trip to the kitchen. There wasn't much in his fridge, but the container of orange juice was calling to her, so she took it back to bed with her along with a bag of chips.

"Darling," He spoke in a husky whisper perched on his elbow. Gazing down her nude body. They were the only ones here. She didn't have a reason to get dressed.

"What're you doing up?"

"I always notice when you're gone. Whatcha got there?" he reached up and turned on the lamp.

"I haven't eaten since lunch, so I grabbed some snacks I wasn't planning on sharing but since you're awake," playfully rolling her eyes.

The two talked for what felt like hours after their intermittent snacking Olivia took up space, laying between his thighs perfectly naked. It's the closest and comfortable they've been in months. Even with their other partners, this level of openness and contentment hadn't been reached. They'd agreed to not talk about melody or Michael, moving forward required leaving the past in the past.

"Abby's not your real friend- I mean, she shouldn't have thrown that video in your face-" he blurted out at random.

"Or maybe you shouldn't have been kissing bimbo's in restaurants with reporters, so close" Olivia cocked her head to the side, smirking.

"Bimbo? Are we in the early 2000s?" Fitz snickered, "And she kissed me, the camera missed the part where I pushed her away and marched outta there."

"I'm glad your back." Olivia interlaced her fingers with the Fitz's that were resting on her stomach.

"I was never gonna let you get far away, were tied by the souls. No matter how far I am or you are, we'll always end up together." Fitz kissed the side of her neck and nuzzled his chin there. "Do you believe me?"

"It's kinda hard not to. Look where we are. You're like a psychic. Or I'm just a fool."

"A fool in love" his mouth curled upwards.

"I thought I was pregnant, and Abby told me to call you. She said you would care and do the right thing. Of course, I wasn't, but it was scary" Olivia turned, so they were face to face. Fitzgeralds eyes were filled with compassion and sorrow. It'd be a lie if he said he didn't wish she had been, but he was full of guilt, wishing that he couldn't have been there with her to ease her worries.

"that's why I trust Abby so much, she might not say or do things in the nicest way, but she's always had my back."

"Would you have called?" Fitz asks.

Yes...I almost did, but Abby advised me to take the test first. I should have called anyways before everything became complicated." She sighed, gazing up at him. Olivia tensed in his arms. The silence was odd, and he was starting to miss her smile.

"Since we're on the topic of things that happened when we were on a break...I tore up a love note Mikey left on your chair." Olivia furrowed her brow in puzzlement then a soft laugh escaped her throat.

"I know, I know...I'm petty. The thing was so bland I don't even remember what was written on it. if I'd left a note, it would have described me pinning you to the wall and fucking you senseless and having you scream my name over and over."

Olivia clamped down on her lower lip and looked down, seeing his veiny cock standing in attendance. "I'm not tired. Maybe you could save the note for later and start demonstrating on me now."

Fitz's blue eyes turned dark and lustrous, pulling her into his lap "oh yeah?"

Once more her giggles and moans filled the night.

Nothing can stand in the way of true love. I'm glad yall stuck with me. I hope you enjoy it and until next time. Stay safe and healthy. Also, don't be shy; leave a review.