It was a short drift back from sleep to drowsy wakefulness. It's very late - or very early - depending how you look at it. His internal senses tell him that it's still hours before first light. And then they tell his half-awakened senses something else.
For a split second, he thinks he's still dreaming, that the bed he's in is not his own, but then it's joyously real. He is in a bed that's not his own - at least it's not the one in the White House - and he's not alone. Olivia is nestled close to him, her back to his front, her breathing soft and quiet.
The sweet curves of Olivia's bottom cradled against him is real - and he can feel himself stirring in response; and then he's not thinking, he's only feeling, Fitz can't help himself, doesn't want to help himself, one hand slides under the naval t-shirt she's wearing, knowing that she's naked beneath it, his hand splaying possessively across her stomach.
In return, Olivia murmurs wordlessly but he can hear the pleasure in it. Better yet, he can feel her response; her body arching slightly against his. Now he's all too aware of her ass pushing back against him, her motions just as drowsy, instinctive and unthinking as his.
His hand slides up to cup the soft full curve of her breast, then his thumb begins to graze her swiftly hardening nipple.
Olivia's breath quickens, her hips finding just the right sweet rhythm as she presses back against his hardening manhood.
A sigh followed by soft moaning of his name escapes her lips and the sound draws a low groan from him in return. "Livvie…"
His hips can't help but pick up the soft subtle swivel of hers. Fitz shifts himself so that he can slide his cock against her, feels the growing wetness between her thighs as he continues to fondle her breasts, one and then the other, his fingertips suddenly, endlessly fascinated by the texture of her slowly tightening nipples.
Now it's his turn to set the pace. He's fully hard now, his hand having slid down her body to lift her leg over his as he presses himself fractionally inside her growing, welcoming wetness, then withdrawing to slide himself against her outer lips, sweet and slow before sliding himself back into her heat.
In his half-asleep state, it feels heavenly, she feels heavenly. Each time he penetrates her, she gets a little wetter and he goes a little deeper.
"Fitz…" Her sleep-laced voice whispering his name along with the softest of moans undoes him just a little more.
His mouth seeks out the soft smooth skin of the back of her neck, pressing soft open-mouth kisses there that barely graze her skin but sends subtle shivers of erotic electricity through him. A sudden craving to taste more of her takes hold of him and then he's reaching for her t-shirt, pulling it over her head and then she's gloriously naked in his arms.
Now his lips and tongue are free to trace nonsensical patterns across the back of her neck and the curve of her shoulder and upper back; Fitz lets loose another soft groan as he felt her wetness flow over him, drenching him and all of this is drowning him in the taste and touch and feel of all of her erogenous zones and in this half dream-state it's all mixed up together but it's a good mixed up, so good, shifting by degrees from warmth to heat, so warm and wet that it makes him light-headed and dizzied.
Olivia is sighing with pleasure, they're blending with whimpers as her pleasure ebbs and flows, each time he moves, waves of desire surge a little higher and the way her body shivers and moves against him tells Fitz that she's in this same state as he is.
He moves himself in and out of her slowly, deliberately grinding himself into her softness, groaning out loud as he feels her insides clench and pulse around him. Olivia's body is arching against his just as slowly, in a way that makes Fitz drunk with arousal.
Olivia reaches up and behind her with one hand, sliding her fingers into the thick waves of his hair.
The night before seems like it was nothing more than a bad dream. Her mind is hazy, her pleasure diffused, scattered all over her body but a heavy pulsing is centered in the lower part of her body. She's swollen, slick, incredibly wet for him. Every time he withdraws and slides himself back in a little deeper each time, she feels a fresh rush of pleasure.
But she wants to give pleasure, not just receive; Olivia lets her fingers trail along the outer curve of his ear, smiling as she knows what that does to him, smiling as she hears the sharp intake of air into his lungs at her touch; she continues to alternate between the two, drawing his head closer to her each time, turning her head so that his breath is caressing her face, until she's close enough to whisper against his lips.
"Kiss me." The words seem to breathe themselves into the air. "Kiss me, Fitz…"
His hand comes up to cradle her face in his palm. Then it was her lips grazing his, slowly, exquisitely as if for once, they have all the time in the world and it feels like that's exactly what they have, because this kiss is timeless.
He kisses her top lip, then her lower; she kisses his lower lip and then his top. He lets her take control of his mouth and it's the sweetest sensation to feel her tongue dancing and swirling lightly along with his until they are both all half-whispered sighs and moans.
All the world becomes this kiss, this kiss becomes her entire world, it encompasses her universe but that is a lie, because he's lifted her leg higher over his and he's moving his hips just like he's moving his mouth… and it's sweet, so sweet…
"Oh Livvie…" he moans into her mouth and his voice holds so much emotion in it that she just melts into him. "I love you so much."
He knows that Olivia has trouble with those words so he doesn't wait for her to answer; she never needs to say it, her mouth, her body does it for her in such eloquent ways.
He hears 'I love you' in the trembling of her fingertips as her hand covers his.
He hears 'I love you' when his hand finds her breast and feels her heart racing beneath it, it's there in the gasps and the wild, incoherent moans he wrenches from her when his mouth momentarily leaves hers to dip lower, his lips and tongue ravaging the pulse point in her neck, licking and sucking and biting, until the pleasure was both sweet and sharp and he wanted it to go on forever…
"Fitz…"
Most importantly, he hears 'I love you' in the helpless way Olivia cries out his name as she loses control and spasms around him as she climaxes for the first time, but - if he has his way - not for the last.
Then he is reclaiming control of the kiss as he rides her hard through her orgasm, grinding against her. She comes for him again and everything becomes all kinds of wonderfully messy - and at the same all kinds of hot and sweet and wet. Fitz's tongue drove itself deep into her mouth in the same manner in which he's taking her below.
Olivia grinds her hips back against him helplessly as he continues his slow, deep, sexy thrusts into her. Ripples of alternating heat and chills - of pure pleasure - wash over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
She shivers again as Fitz's hand slides down the length of her body, fingers seeking and finding her nipples, pulling at them, rolling one and then the other roughly, sending fresh shocks through her system. At the same time, he's maintained that same slow grind into her and she's melting into him, her inner heat rising in slow pulses until endless tidal waves of bliss washed across her consciousness and she's moaning and writhing against him, gasping his name…
…Fitz didn't stop, couldn't stop. He thrusts himself deep into her and holds himself, hot and hard and rigid, feeling her insides clench and throb and her hips jerk and then most amazing orgasm overcomes them both. Her first - her body locks as an incredible wave of pure bliss sweeps over her through her pouring through every atom of her being and radiating from every pore of her skin. She rides this wave, feels him as he rides it with her, then powering through to his own release in a series of mind-jolting thrusts.
They fall over the edge into ecstasy together, Fitz feels Olivia's body collapse into the sheets, his own body following directly behind her, minds and bodies in an exhausted but thoroughly sated haze. As their breathing slows, as the room is filled with no other sound than their ragged breathing.
"So good…always so… so perfect." he hears her murmur. His hand found its way to her stomach, holding her close to him. She threads her fingers through his again, her movements slow and languid; already she's sliding back into a sated sleep.
"It's always amazing - because we're in love. I love you, Olivia" His voice is soft because Fitz's lips are right by her ear; he's gathered her back into his arms again. He shifts himself and brushes his lips against one soft shoulder, feeling boneless and sleepy, welcoming it because he knows that he'll be falling back to sleep easily because she's in his arms and when he wakes up, she'll still be there and this is still a rare enough thing to cherish and hold onto.
"…You love me…" Her voice was a sleepy, drowsy whisper, a scrap of sound in the silence, a last flicker of light in the dark.
"Always, Livvie." He whispered, just before sleep reclaimed them both.. "Always and forever."