Fitz had suggested room service for breakfast, wanting to spoil her - spoil them, actually - while he had the chance.
Olivia had had other ideas…
After all, room service was overrated…
It didn't matter what was on the menu that Fitz had proposed, Olivia's mouth was finding other, more delicious things to taste. She murmured her pleasure against Fitz's water-slicked chest hairs, the taste and texture igniting her senses, making her mouth one bundle of erogenous zones that became increasingly hungry and needful. Despite the urgency and needs of the day ahead all she wants in this moment is to be soft and warm and wet. With him.
The only sounds are the water pouring down on their bodies from the rain-shower fixture above and the softest sounds coming from Fitz's lips, his harsh breathing changing into the sweetest moans as her mouth plays across his skin until she can't resist reaching up with both hands that tangle themselves into his hair as they pull his lips down to hers.
While her mouth busies itself against his in a series of slow, sweetly heavy and hot tongue-tangling kisses, Olivia lets her hands drift, first tracing the curves of Fitz's ears, knowing that it's one of the first erogenous zones on his body that she'd discovered - so she lingers there a moment, fingertips playing along the edges until she feels Fitz's reaction in the shiver that played along the hard length of his body and the sounds of pleasure that escaped his mouth and sent an answering tingle through her body.
Her senses were overflowing with hyper-awareness of his body and hers pressed up against one another and the exquisite liquid heat that was pulsing through her while the world beyond the shower's heat and clouds of steam ceased to exist.
In this moment, nothing mattered more than the feel of the warm water cascading over their bodies; after the long night of their making love it was an incredibly sensuous sensation, like every nerve ending in her body was awake and every drop of water that slid down her body traced a path that made her so aware of her senses that fire sizzled through every vein, and every vein seemed to lead to her most intimate core where she could feel the sweetest ache growing between her thighs, a liquid pulsing and throbbing that even as she thought about it, sent a moan through her.
It was an ache that spread throughout her entire body, leaving her hungry and needful and sending her almost mindless with wanting.
Almost.
Olivia pulled her mouth from his with a gasp, driven by the sudden need to see him, to fall into the incredible blue of his eyes, to watch as his gaze darkened with desire as their eyes locked and held.
As always, there's something there in his eyes beside simple lust. Fitz's gaze is looking at her with a tangle of that and more. As always, he looks at her as if she's his whole world and it shows in his eyes and all she can think about is pleasing him, giving back to him all the love he's given to her.
Never taking her eyes from his, Olivia placed her hands on Fitz's shoulders, slowly pushing him back against the shower wall. He went willingly, a wash of heat taking control of him even as he gave over control to her.
His eyes closed and his body shivered as he felt the soft press of her mouth against his. It was fleeting, tantalizing as she purposefully let her lips trail down one side of his throat, forcing a soft groan from him as he felt the flick of her tongue tracing the path of the streams of water playing against his skin.
Her mouth was everything and her mouth was everywhere and Fitz's knees threatened to buckle under him in response, but still her mouth wouldn't stop wandering across his body, leaving trails of heat in its wake.
The sounds he was making were blissful and unthinking and for a moment they seemed to be coming from someone else. Someone who was suddenly drowning in his hunger for the woman in his arms, because suddenly and not for the first time,. Fitz is starving for her - he has to have his lips on hers, just once more before he lets her have her wicked, wicked way with him. He can tell that's exactly what Olivia wants, what she needs, but first he needed just one more kiss…
Unthinking his hands tangle themselves into her hair and he's drawing her up to him. His mouth locks onto hers and the kisses that come after are fierce and hot and tongue-tangling until she's tearing her lips from his with a gasp.
"Fitz…"
He can see the lust in her eyes, the love in her eyes, the sheer adoration in her face and then his eyes are closing once again because her mouth is on him, scattering tiny kisses on his body and her hands have found him, hot and hard and ready for her.
He feels her smile briefly against his skin and as if that wasn't enough, feels his body shiver as her mouth found his nipples and her tongue played over him as they hardened beneath her touch, especially after her hands began a slow, intimate stroking.
The sensation of the soft rasp of Fitz's chest hairs against her lips flooded Olivia's senses with so much pleasure that she couldn't help the moan that escaped her.
"Do you like that, Fitzgerald?" she teased him, loving how he could only gasp and moan for an answer. A swift glance upward showed him with his eyes shut, lips slightly parted in bliss. "Tell me that you like this, baby… tell me what you want…"
"Sweet, sweet baby…you gonna put your mouth on me?"
His words sent her sliding to her knees before him, her mouth creating a trail of open-mouthed kisses downward, her answer a soft hum of sweet anticipation as she came near to the most rigid and sensitive part him, delighting in the involuntary, trembling thrust of Fitz's hips and the way his hands tangled themselves into her hair as her mouth found him hard and ready for her.
His taste is exquisite, everything about him is exquisite, this most intimate of acts between is so intoxicating that Olivia finds herself moaning right along with him, the sound of the waterfall shower walls them off from the rest of the world and she can't get enough of him.
She won't ever, ever get enough of him.
And later, when they're in his bed, lying in tumbled, tangled sheets, that is a thought that comes back to her. Even smiling seems an effort almost beyond her ability, because her body feels boneless, utterly, thoroughly and completely satiated. And she still feels that way.
Fitz is propped up on one elbow beside her, his knowing look as he gazes down at her is amused as he reads her perfectly, from head to toe. "So we're not worrying about you slipping back to your room this morning?"
"Not for one single solitary minute." She smiled up at him, and to underscore her words Olivia reached up and pulled Fitz down into a kiss.
"I couldn't move even if I wanted to." It was a delicious feeling; Olivia was too busy being happy to concern herself with the outside world just yet; she could sense the first light of dawn hovering just beyond the last of the dark.
Fitz was as reluctant as she was to pull away; instead he was softly nuzzling his nose against hers, letting his mouth ghost across her skin. She returned the gestures, feeling the want and need to stay connected just as much as he did.
She could feel the smile on his lips as he murmured, "you're welcome…" against her skin in between tiny scattered kisses.
"Right back at you, mister." She said. Softly spoken, her words made his name into a caress all its own.
He raises himself back up, driven by the need to see her, truly see her, reaching out to trace her exquisite features with his fingertips; Olivia is never lovelier when she's like this - her walls are down - he loves that this is something that is happening more and more - her heart is open and there's something close to bliss in her eyes.
When he reaches her mouth, she kisses his fingertips; silken butterflies against his skin, he thinks. His heart swells with new emotion as her eyes close at his touch; she lets out a sound of pure and utter contentment and he knows that it has less to do with incredible sex they'd been having just hours before and more about just being here in this moment, tangled up in one another.
"Right now, I'd love nothing more than to keep you right here in this bed for the next few hours."
"Mmmm." Olivia all but purred her agreement. "Breakfast in bed sounds perfect…"
"Define breakfast." His wicked words bring a smile to her face.
"Fitz…" Her tone says that she's trying to scold him, but her eyes give away the lie.
"What?" It's his turn to lie now, but how can she be even the least little bit mad when he's looking all kinds of adorable and something mischievous comes alive in her. That something mischievousness sends her fingers dancing along his ribs, knowing all of his most sensitive places and of course then he has no choice but to give as good as he gets, snatching several kisses in the process until a mutual surrender is agreed to.
Then by mutual agreement they sink into one another's embrace, into a gentle stillness and they are quiet again. There's no need for words. Fitz's head is on her shoulder; Olivia's hand has found its way to the hair at the nape of his neck, her fingers playing in his thick waves.
His eyes close and in the quiet, Fitz felt himself slip into a half-dreaming state, where his thoughts run free. Being with Olivia as their relationship continues to change and evolve has taught him so much about himself at the sane time. For instance, as her fingers play idly in his hair, he's learned that he's craved for this kind of quiet intimacy that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with their just being able to be them. He hadn't even known what it had been that he was lacking in his life, but he knew it now.
Sex was fine, it was more than fine - but this - this incredible thing that was between them, was far beyond any amount of mind-blowing sex that they were capable of. This was the intimacy between two heart, two minds and two souls…
He turns his head so that he can press a kiss against one soft shoulder and without seeing her face, he feels Olivia's smile.
"Breakfast in bed is sounding better and better by the minute." He murmured against her skin.
"As tempting as that sounds, we both know that can't happen." Olivia said.
"I know." Fitz admitted. "But admit it, it's a lovely thought."
She shifted her body until they were face to face.
"The loveliest." Olivia said, just before she touched her lips to his. "If only we didn't have work to do."
"But we do." Fitz said. "Very interesting work. He loved her best like this, he realized; he loved them best like this - it was the easiest thing in the world for them to slip from a loving mindset into a work one. It was everything he had ever hoped for in a true relationship, a need that he'd had even before he'd known it.
Without thought, their hands reached out, fingers siding against each other's in a continual caress that reinforced the intimacy between them. "What do you think we'll be facing today?"
Olivia smiled at the "we", as well as his touch. "Do you think there will be trouble?"
"I don't know. Should we be expecting any?" Fitz asked.
"I don't know either, but it could be that we're just over thinking this." Olivia said. "We have a plan as well as potential allies but aren't we due for something where everything just goes our way? Considering all that we've been through, doesn't the universe owe us?"
"It does -" Fitz brought Olivia's hand up to his lips, to brush a gentle kiss against her skin. "- with interest."