Well, you asked and I deliver. I plan on updating 'Find Your Way Back' next.
Until Next time,
Muse
Previous:
Fitz returns the next day, and he repeated the same scenario as yesterday, and similar to yesterday he left without Olivia.
Fitz repeats this cycle for the entire week, he sits patiently for her, waiting for her return that never happens. He sips his drink, but this time he decides to sit out in the open with everyone else; he grew tired of the boredom and silence. His anger dissipated with her absences.
Until Fitz saw her.
Her porcelain white skin shimmers under the fluorescent lights. Her emerald green bejeweled thong glitters, complementing her red hair. This woman is his type. This is who he should want, what he's always wanted.
But he remembers her. He remembers Olivia walking out with her, how Olivia always left with her. This wasn't her coworker, this was her friend.
Which means she knows where Olivia is.
He finds her in the changing room, getting ready to leave for the night.
"Hello."
She jumps at the intrusion, unnerved by him finding her. Is this what Olivia felt when she was around him? He's frightening, to say the least.
"I'm not coming home with you." She turns him away, trying to remain strong and not let him smell the fear on her breath.
"That's good because I don't want you." Fitz moves to stand directly behind Abby, his looming figure intimidating her.
"What do you want?"
"I want Olivia."
Immediately her eyes flicker and she breaks eye contact, she's hiding something from him. She's hiding Olivia.
"She's sick." Abby offers a lame excuse but they both know that's a lie.
"Doesn't mean I don't want her. Where is she?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because I do." Fitz looks down at Abby "where is she? Don't lie to me." He warns
Abby can feel her heart beating out of her chest, she told Olivia messing with Fitz was bad business and now she is stuck in between their web. Abby warned Olivia that this would happen, but Olivia thought differently. That's the thing with her, she's aware of her effect on men yet she remains clueless with the one particular man.
"I don't know where she's at…she's not returning my calls."
"Your lying."
"Maybe she doesn't want you. Maybe you scared her."
It was as if she threw a cold glass of water on him. He walks out of the changing room as though nothing happened.
It's storming outside. It's something about the rain that soothes him. He can't explain why but it calms him. He can hear the storm from inside, and it wasn't letting up.
The door burst open with vigor and anger.
"Hi."
She stares at him, shocked yet moved by the gesture.
"Hi." She whispers back.
She's confused by his presence at her home. She wants to start yelling at him, she wants to close the door on him and pretend they never happened. But then she looks at him for a few seconds.
He's the same. But he's different somehow. He seems softer.
She bites her lip as she contemplates which road to take. She already has enough information on him, yet she wants more.
Against her better judgment, she opens her door. Silently inviting him inside her world. Without a second he walks inside and closes the door behind.
Consequences be damned.
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The small room is filled with such torrid tension that she finds it hard to breathe. Never one to be nervous or scared, Olivia takes a few shallow breaths as she finds herself standing in front of the man of her dreams.
She reminds herself to breathe, but she finds herself stunned both by his presence and his beauty.
While she is surprised by his proximity she is not at all shocked. Fortunately for her, Abby called her a short while ago in sheer panic and worry.
"Abby?"
"Liv, he's scary." Abby whispered on the phone as though afraid her phone was tapped and he was somehow watching her.
"What happened?" Olivia asked sitting up in her bed with fear.
"Like I told you, he's been looking for you. He never says anything but every day he doesn't see you... You could see his temper dwindling."
"Abby, I need to know what happened."
"After I was done dancing, he came into the dressing room and asked about you."
Olivia lets out a sigh of relief. Knowing how ruthless Fitz is, this is tame. Mild. Even for someone like Fitz.
"What exactly did he ask?"
"He asked where you were, and warned me not to lie."
"And what did you say?" Abby's answer is the key. She knew leaving Fitz hanging would annoy him but not to this level. To her surprise and shock he is more invested than she originally assumed.
"I told him, that you aren't here because he scared you."
Olivia shakes her head in acknowledgement, approving of the answer. Abby, wasn't exactly wrong either. Fitz, does scare her. But what scares her even more is that she likes him; despite the fear, despite who he is and what he represents.
She likes him.
"Olivia…" she shakes her head at his voice bring her back to focus.
He's staring at her as though he's never see her before.
"Fitz, why are you here? You can't be here?"
Forever cool, he doesn't respond. He's far to interested in observing her in her natural state. With a black tank top and silk crème pajama bottoms, her hair pulled into a ponytail. She's far more beautiful to him now then in her costumes.
"You haven't been at work." He answers as though that was enough reason to stop by at her house past midnight.
"I'm aware of that."
"Why?" he asked
"Why what?"
"Why haven't you been at work?" no longer looking around the room, he stares directly at her brown doe eyes.
She takes a minute to answer "Fitz, why are you here… how did you find me?"
His once stoic expression softens, only slightly not enough for it be concrete.
"I came to see if you are okay."
"Why do you care about me?"
There's a pause. As though trying to finding the right words to say better yet what he actually feels.
"You left, and I wanted to know why."
Olivia folds her arms, this is the most Fitz has ever talked, and to her knowledge to anyone.
"Fitz…"
"Do I scare you?" his voice drops in octave, his stare is so deeply penetrating that Olivia can feel him peeling away the layers of her skin. Leaving her raw and bare for his pleasure.
"Yes." Olivia answers honestly, and he does scare her. But what truly frightens her is the unexplainable desire to be near him. In some deep twisted way she wants to be wanted by him.
He walks into her space, threatening her to step back. To move away from him. But she can't. planted into the firm hard wood floor, she's still, waiting for him to do what he pleases with her.
He smiles down at her "you don't seem scared?"
"Should I be?"
He caresses her cheek. " your have nothing to fear, now."
"Why is that?"
Fitz, doesn't answer. Giving Olivia an answer would be to simple for him.
"Fitz, what do you want with me?"
He's mesmerized by the smoothness of her cheek, how someone's skin can be so soft and supple. His callous finger ghost around her chin, until his thumb strokes her lips. Watching as the plump pillows quiver "Everything." He whispers.
"I want all of you, Olivia."
A cool chill travels down her spine
"May I have you?"
She doesn't respond to his advances. Sleeping with her target is not part of the policy better yet the protocol to being undercover. Olivia has a reputation, people to lead and support. Sleeping with her organized criminal can and will fall under her being suspended, better yet fired.
But there is a hunger, a calling in Olivia's ear telling her to take something that she wants. Olivia, can spin the narrative, she can seduce Fitz which has been the plan and continue her investigation. Many, have killed and done terrible things all in the name of justice. What makes her route any different from there's?
"Olivia?"
With a final look at Fitz, she walks down the long hall towards her room. Stopping at the door she pushes it open, giving him one last look before walking inside.
With calculated steps. Fitz walks to Olivia's door. He takes a minute to gaze at her, waiting for her rejection, before shutting the door.
He finds Olivia sitting on the bed, waiting for him to take charge, to control her.
He rubs, Olivia's heads, removing the hair tie from her head and watching as her hair falls past her shoulders.
That's how he likes her. Relaxed. Ready. Real.
Olivia stares up at him, nervous, excited, and certainly scared. Fitz, can't decipher her, which intrigues him even more. He wonders often what she's thinking about.
In one fluid motion he removes his jacket, showing Olivia his gun holsters and suspenders. Somehow feeling brazen, Olivia rises from the bed. Removing his guns with ease as she flicks his suspenders with a loud snap causing her to chuckle in the tense room.
He grabs her hands. Stopping her movement altogether. Flustered Olivia takes an audible sigh, before looking up at Fitz.
"Take off your clothes."
Olivia, removes her tank top. Revealing supple breast. Her brown areoles small and round, her nipples the perfect eraser size. She's simply perfection. And he has to have her.
Her mouth becomes inexplicably dry under his gaze.
"Very good." He complements her body and her submission. He doesn't touch her. That would be too easy. And Fitz has never been one to be or like easy. Olivia's kept him waiting for so long that now it feels just.
"Take off the rest." He commands
A smile manages to leave her face, as she begins sliding down her pants. She tried removing her pants and underwear altogether but he stopped her. Wanting each article of clothing removed individually for his pleasure and satisfaction.
With only her crème lace thong on, he traces the edges on her hip bone, watching as small goosebumps form everywhere he touched.
He never takes his eyes off Olivia throughout the encounter. There is something intoxicating about the way she looks at him.
A sprinkle of fear, a teaspoon of nerves, a tablespoon of readiness.
And she is ready.
For the first time in his life, he found himself on knees, slowly removing her saturated thong. He smirks with obvious glee at the weight of the flimsy material.
He knows what she wants, she wants him to kiss her down there, and he will admit that he is tempted to taste the forbidden fruit. He blows air on her bare vagina, watching as she trembles slightly at the feel.
He presses his face next to her steamy cunt, he can smell her intimately, with his nose pressed into her hip, he answers "Get on the bed." His Russian accent becoming noticeable and thicker.
Never taking her eyes off Fitz, Olivia climbs in the bed and waits for Fitz.
"If I'm naked then so are you." She demands as she watches Fitz attempt to get in bed fully clothed.
Fitz, lets out a deep chuckle before leisurely removing his white button up shirt, and pants. He doesn't wear underwear. He doesn't like the feel of being restricted, and he's always found underwear to be a bearer between whatever it is he needs at the time. The bathroom, a warm mouth, a hot sex.
It's been a while since she had sex. Sure, she's uses her vibrator, and yes it brings her to climax every time, but there's something about a man that she misses.
That she needs.
Her eyes fall and stumble on his enlarged member and she blushes feverishly at the sight of him hard and ready. His cock is beautiful and easily the largest she's seen.
"Don't be scared. You'll only know pleasure with it." He seems to answer her thoughts and eased her worries.
He moves on top of her, touching her ass as he makes his journey up.
He teases her entrance with his cock, enjoying the removal of her smile at the feel of him, how she arches her body for him.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me." Olivia whispers in his ear before licking the inside of his ear.
Sitting on his knees, in one fluid motion he spreads Olivia's legs open against his thighs. Their eyes connect and Fitz takes the plunge. He watches Olivia's face contort to a mixture of both pain and pleasure as he stretches her wall; invading her sacred garden.
He growls with carnivorous rapture at the exquisite sensation of Olivia clenching around him. He licks his lips with desire as he feels an unequivocal thirst ragging inside him to suck her dry. Swept in the motion and feel of Olivia's wall around him, he moves harder and faster inside her. All that can be heard inside the room, is the bed rocking, their labored breathing, and moans of pleasure.
He rubs her clit, knowing exactly how to please a women.
Fitz, takes pleasure in being silent. In observing others and how they interreact with him. But with Olivia, he finds himself cursing with gratification as he watches Olivia's eye flicker open as she succumbs to her climax. He cums after her, emptying himself inside her.
He prefers condoms, he doesn't necessarily like surprises and one who's always safe despite his reckless lifestyle. Condoms, give him a sense of relief. But with Olivia, she feels far too good and he is far too gone inside her inducing rabbit hole to stop himself.
He looks down at Olivia's exhausted yet pleased face. Her eyes are closed and she's enjoying the post coital bliss. He should be assuaged, he should feel a sense of liberation after taking his blow of opium. Yet it couldn't be further from the truth. There's a hunger raging inside Fitz, the more he has, the more he wants. He's not done, not even remotely close to being finished.
He looks down at his still engorged member.
"You aren't tired already, Livia?"
Olivia turns around to look at Fitz, forgetting exactly who she is and what she's done.
"Are you?" she touches his thick member, and watches the precum fall out.
Throwing Olivia's legs over his shoulders he enters her again, finding this position to be more exquisite then the last one.
"Never."
Something hot and dark blooms inside her, spreading through her like wildfire, and she clutches at his shoulders.
"Harder." Olivia whimpers in his ear.
He groans loudly, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, he pulls her arms away from his body. Throwing them over her head, he grinds into Olivia. Moving so deeply inside her that he can feel her inside clamoring around him.
"Fuck." Olivia whispers biting her lips to stop from screaming.
On his knees, he leans over Olivia and grinds into her in way that has Olivia seeing stars that never clinches around him, causing Fitz to curse in Russian to her delight and satisfaction.
They fit together and moved together as though they were one and not separate parts. His pace increased until all she felt was astounding pleasure radiating from every cell in her body.
Her senses are heightened as the nerves in her body become stimulated by his shear force, she drags her hands down the spine of his back to rest on his firm buttocks, gripping tightly as he moves deeper and deeper inside her.
The first time he fucked Olivia, it was rushed, and he felt premature. This time though. It's real. He takes his time, fucking her. Enjoying the flutter in her eyes as he fucks her. How she licks her lips as though she's drunk; how her breast bounce in congruence with him thrusting inside her. How her stomach tightens and curves as she takes him in.
The most enjoyable part was watching Olivia orgasm. She whimpers softly, biting her lip to stop from screaming his name that he desperately wants to hear.
But she won't give that to him, and he doesn't expect anything less from her.
He stares at her for a second, before sliding out and putting his clothes on.
Olivia doesn't say a word, and Fitz doesn't offer anything. With his guns back where they belong, he gives a finale look at Olivia before walking out the room.
Their business was far from finished.
"Your alive?"
"Abby…"
"What happened? Did he find you? Did he call you?"
"Abby…"
"You slept with him."
Olivia lets a sigh out. While she does love Abby, and she is her voice of reason. There are times when she wishes Abby wasn't as perfect and rational.
"I'm waiting for you to deny it?" Abby answers growing tired of the silence.
"Abby, he came to the apartment, and I allowed him to kiss me. I need you to be less you and focus on the case."
"Are you kidding me!" Abby yells on the phone in disbelief "you are telling me to focus on the case? I've been focused. I'm not the one kissing the lead of our investigation."
"Abby, this was the plan."
"No. The plan was that we go undercover and hope that we find Fitz and track any illegal activity that may be occurring at the manor. We are to report any abnormal findings and then sharpen the investigation."
"What do you think I'm doing! Fitz, is too smart. He's not getting his business dirty and if he is then he's being incredibly discreet because we haven't found shit at the manor. No prolific criminals, no drugs, no weapons. It's clean! It's too clean. But since I went to his house I was able to download files on his computer that Huck is actively working to unlock. That! Is progress!"
"You are going about this the wrong way." Abby warns Olivia.
"Perhaps, I am. " Olivia admits "But this is the only shot I have. We've been searching for him for so long, and he's the key. I just have to find out his connection to Russia and where he lies in ranking."
"He's going to kill you."
"Not if I kill him first. But I didn't call you for that! I called to tell you that I found Fitz. And I'm putting the others on the line so they can be caught up to speed."
"So you don't want me to disclose that you are fucking the criminal we are after?"
"I haven't fucked him. And let me make this clear to you Abby. I am the captain. I call all the shots, and if you defy and disobey my orders we can have a discussion that I don't want to have with you. Is that understood?"
"Yes, captain."
Olivia, hates using her power to demand respect but Abby is a dog with a bone. She's losing sight of the real goal but is instead infatuated with this notion that Olivia may be compromised.
"Everyone, listen up. This is important, and it may be one of the last times I will be able to talk to you all freely."
"Why? What's going on?" the group all ask at the same time.
"I am making progress with Fitz…so much that I'm sure he will be requesting more of me and my time. After today. Huck will provide me a burner phone until I am sure and confident that my phone calls aren't be traced."
"How do you know he's not doing that now?" Quinn asked
"Because I've yet to leave my phone out of my sight and my apartment is checked every day for bugs and wiring."
"So why can't you use this phone?"
"Because, Harrison. Chances are, Fitz will be summoning me to his house and I will go. Once I'm under his roof, I have to play by his rules. And a man like him, will be tracking me and my phone."
"What makes you think he will do all that?" Abby asked
"He wants me. And if he wants me, he won't stop until he does have me. He came to the apartment and he just left."
"What! Captain! Are you okay? Are you insane!"
"Listen!" Olivia yells she had enough with the dramatics from Abby, she doesn't want another repeat "Fitz, came to my apartment. He came because I haven't been at work."
"Oh he's just worried about you." Quinn says sarcastically as the group laughs softly.
"This has always been the plan. Seduce the powerful. He came, and he wanted to know why I haven't been at work. After I gave him a reason of being scared, he kissed me and I returned the kiss… I took off his shirt and I saw the answer we've been looking for."
"Wait? He just kissed you and left?" Quinn asked
"Yes. I told him goodnight and he left."
"Wow…doesn't seem like him…."
"Quinn! You are missing the point! Once I had Fitz's shirt off, I saw his tattoos…and the story they tell."
"What is it?"
"Fitz, is the president of the 'Thieves in law'"
Silence fills the room. This is worse than they imagined and thought.
"How do you know?"
"His back is covered with tattoos. Tattoos, only linked to the 'Thieves in law'. His shoulders are designed with Epaulettes on each side. Showing, he was high rank. He has two bald eagles inside the epaulettes, representing …"
"Senior authority!" Harrison perks up excited about the discovery.
"Yes, but also America. Fitz's birthplace. He has one skull on his left shoulder, and a lion on the right."
"So the skull indicates death. And the lion must represent his courage?" Quinn answers.
"That's what I'm thinking." Olivia answers as she prints the tattoos and places them on her board. "Fitz also has a fallen angel tattoo on his back, followed by a large king crown with the words " Vincit qui se vincit." Around it."
"That's Latin for…"
"He conquers who conquers himself." Olivia cuts Abby off as she walks around her large board
"We need to put it together." Harrison answers.
"Fitz, is the king of the 'Thieves in law', under his leadership he is going to bring not just America down but the world."
"Olivia…I think it's time for you to go in hiding." Harrison answers after a moment of silence on the phone.
It dawns on Olivia finally, what she has done. The Thieves in Law, are not some typical mafia. They are international, with members in both China, Austria, Europe, to even America. His power is not underground, but above. Hotels, banks, public relations agency, real-estate, all of these corporations and agencies fall under his command and control.
"It's too late for me to hide now." Olivia answers softly as she looks outside her window to find a black escalade sitting a block away facing her apartment. "That's why Cyrus called him the boogeyman…" Olivia whisper to herself.
"What?"
"Everyone listen, the plan is still operating. We have to continue investigating. Once Huck unlocks this thumb drive we should have more information on his plan. You all be ready for when I give you a sign. Until then we lay low."
"What about you?" Quinn ask
"I'll be fine." Olivia offers though no one in the group is assured of her safety.
Olivia hangs up the phone. She looks at the last bit of information she chose not to disclose to the group. Like that Fitz has a faint scar on his left eyebrow, that his front chest is covered with past scars that looked both deep and painful. Or the most important tidbit she failed to disclose to her team. On both of his knees lies a large star, symbolizing his refusal to bend the knee for anyone. Yet, he kneeled for Olivia as he removed her underwear. Perhaps the gesture was only for one purpose, but Olivia feels that message was intentional not for her, but for him.
Though she knows she will most likely die due to this mission, she finds herself still with more questions than answers.
Picking up his picture from the board she looks at Fitz. Conflicted by her connection to him. And the fear of being exposed. The pain and torture he will make her suffer through her betrayal.
A chill crawls down her spine at the thought.
Whatever she does, she has to be ready for him.
Looking at the black Escalade one last time. Olivia walks to the bathroom.
If Fitz thinks he's chasing Olivia, he has another thing coming.
Ready or not, here she comes.