Fitz looked in the rearview mirror, one hand on the wheel and one arm resting on the center console.
He was currently trying to keep an eye on Hank, who was sitting in the back seat. Or more like — trying to walk around back there while he drove. Hank got a little anxious in the car — so his listening skills usually paid the price.
"Hey. Buddy. Sit down, please," Fitz said sternly.
Hank looked at him like "are you kidding dad?" and then proceeded to hobble around.
Fitz rolled his eyes with a laugh and reached his hand back there, allowing Hank to nuzzle his fingers.
He'd have him in the passenger seat if Hank could control himself — but he usually couldn't. Any time he was in the front, he just wanted to sit on Fitz's lap — which was not doable while driving. So Fitz just had to settle for keeping an occasional eye on the stir-crazy pup in the backseat, while assuring him everything would be just fine.
Well, he wouldn't have to do that the whole time. Just until he had someone sitting in the passenger seat next to him. His girlfriend, to be precise, who Hank happened to love.
Dog had good taste.
He was currently on his way to pick up Olivia, so they could head to the Hamptons together. It was the first Saturday of spring break, and they wanted to get a head start on their little "vacation" together. So they'd decided today was the day they'd make the trek there.
They were so excited just to get a damn break from everything.
A little break from school and work — although both would have some things to do. They would just benefit from not going into the city every day, and doing their work from the comfort of Fitz's beautiful childhood home.
And aside from work — they would enjoy a nice break from life in general. They'd undoubtedly been going through a lot, and both were heavily thankful for Jean, who'd provided them an opportunity to get away and take this break. Have some fun. Stay up late and sleep in late. Be together just the two of them.
Well, plus Hank. But he was great. In fact, Olivia was beyond excited just to see Hank, too. It had been ages since she'd seen the little beagle, and she used to see him every day. She'd developed a bond with the little guy.
So, it was safe to say that both Fitz and Hank were equally excited to see Olivia when she got in the car.
Olivia gasped, seeing Hank wag his entire back end uncontrollably in the back seat upon seeing her.
"Hi boys!"
"Hello there," Fitz nodded.
"Is that mister Hank?" Olivia asked, setting her duffel bag in the back, and then opening the passenger seat door.
Fitz chuckled, patting the center console.
"Alright, buddy, you can come up here and say hi," Fitz nodded.
Hank wasted no time listening to his dad that time.
He was a little big to squeeze up to the front, but he managed it just fine. Anything to be closer to the two humans.
"Hello, you!" Olivia giggled, petting his face.
He licked her chin in a greeting, still wagging his tail wildly.
Olivia laughed, leaning her head down against Hank's affectionately. "I missed you, Hank. Yes, I did. It's so nice to see you. Have you been staying out of trouble?"
"Only sometimes," Fitz chuckled.
Olivia smiled over at Fitz, trying to reach for his hand. But Hank nudged her hand away with his head so that she'd pet him instead.
Olivia gasped, looking at Hank with a laugh. "Did you just steal my hand away?"
Fitz shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"I know, I know. It's so nice to see you, yes. But your dad is my boyfriend so I'd like to greet him too, okay? Yes? Does that work?" Olivia nodded.
Hank huffed, then sneezed, then sat there at the edge of the passenger seat waiting to be pet again.
She giggled, but took it as her open window to reach for Fitz's hand again.
"Hi," she said, leaning in for a kiss.
He smiled, pecking her lips. "Hi. You look beautiful."
"Oh, thank you," she smiled. "You look pretty handsome yourself."
"Thank you," he replied. "Sorry about Hank. He's super excited, as you can see."
"No worries! Can he sit up here with me while we drive?" Olivia asked, putting on her seat belt.
"Oh yeah, for sure. I figured he'd want to anyway," Fitz nodded.
"Oh, good. See? I can pet you for two hours," Olivia assured Hank, as he settled down by her feet. He seemed to think that was perfect; he could get ear scratches the entire time.
"So — are you excited?" Olivia asked, seeing Fitz's smile as he pulled back out and started to drive again.
"I am," he nodded. "Are you?"
"So excited," she replied. "You're extra smiley today."
He chuckled, reaching to touch the media button on his display. "I usually am when I'm with you."
"I guess I'll admit that's true," Olivia shrugged happily.
He reached over and put his hand comfortably on her thigh. High on her thigh, actually. "There you go, you can connect your music."
"Oh, thank you," she nodded gratefully, pulling out her phone. "You sure you want my music for two hours?"
"I am very sure," he nodded. "You know I like your music."
"You've said that before but I always wonder if you're lying," she laughed, hitting shuffle.
It started out with some Offset, which she was content with. She intertwined her fingers with his on her thigh.
"I would never," he said, rubbing his thumb across her thigh. "I mean…I was embarrassed when you first played your music for me. I will admit that."
She burst into laughter. "Okay, well, we were still…getting to know each other and 2 Chainz was rapping about pussy — I was embarrassed too."
He still blushed, shaking his head. "Yes. I…I did not know what to do."
"You just sit there awkwardly, or you belt it out proudly. I don't think there's any in-between," Olivia said.
"Oh, those are terrible options for me — I'd be awkward in both scenarios," he laughed.
"You do not give yourself enough credit, baby," she said.
"You give me too much credit, baby," he corrected.
She gasped. "Not possible. You are perfect."
He turned to her and shook his head. "You are perfect."
"Call it a tie?" she asked.
"Yeah, we better," he agreed. "We don't want to get into another compliment argument."
She giggled. "Yeah. We're good at those, aren't we?" "We kind of are," he nodded. "Which, I'm thankful for. There are much worse things."
"Agreed," she replied, still scratching behind Hank's ears. He was living the life right now.
"So," he began. "Did you get a good chunk of work done yesterday?"
"I did," she nodded. "My friends and I all had dinner together just because most of them are leaving for break, so that took up some of my night. But I did still get a good amount done. Most of what I'll have to do over break is reading. Which…I enjoy, anyway."
"Fun. What're you reading now? Oh — did you finish 'Dark Matter'?" he asked eagerly.
"Oh, yes, I did!" she exclaimed. "Just a couple days ago. I brought it back for you, actually. Thanks so much for letting me borrow it. Especially when you haven't even read it yet!" "Of course. Did you like it?" he asked.
"I loved it. It lived up to the hype, so I think you'll enjoy it," she nodded. "And for class, we're reading 'All the King's Men'."
"Oh, another good one," he replied.
"Yeah. It's definitely interesting so far. I like it. So, I'm sure I'll end up finishing that one this week at some point."
"Well, when I'm not working, I'll have to join you. I'm actually between books right now so I'll just start 'Dark Matter.' I...miss reading with you."
Her heart melted. "I miss reading with you too! Those were some of my favorite times. Reading with you on the train."
"Mine too," he nodded. "I just...miss our mornings together. A lot. Workouts. Car rides. Train rides. Walks. I know...we still get coffee as often as we can. But...it's not enough."
"It's not," she agreed. "It's...really not. But, hey. We'll get there again, Fitz."
"Yeah, we will," he nodded confidently.
She was confident, too.
"So. Aside from reading — you know what else we have to do this week?" she asked.
He raised an eyebrow, peering over at her as he drove.
"Uh...there are lots of things going through my head right now," he admitted.
"Oh — well...everything that's going through your head, absolutely. All of that too. But...I was going to say finish 'Game of Thrones'," she giggled.
He actually gasped. "Oh, yeah!"
"I take it you're excited about that," she laughed.
"Yeah. I want to know what you think of the ending. It got lots of mixed reviews. We only have, like...two episodes left, don't we?" he asked.
"Mhm. I'm excited to see how it all goes down!"
"I'm excited for you. I'm just...excited for this whole week."
She smiled over at him, squeezing his hand.
"Me too."
After they finally got to his mom's, they unloaded their bags, and Hank, and headed inside.
As always, Fitz felt the familiar wave of comfort wash over him as he entered his old house. Always did. And Olivia smiled, remembering the first time she'd been here. It hadn't gone down so well between her and Fitz after that, but being here itself had been pretty special to her.
Unfortunately, the smiling tiny woman that was Jean Grant wasn't there to greet them this time. But Olivia was still excited, nonetheless. And so was Hank, who instantly went trotting around to sniff everything.
"Hey now. You stay close, we're gonna go outside," Fitz said to Hank.
He was long gone, adventuring into the mansion of a house. All that could be heard was the jingling of his collar.
"It always smells so good in here," Olivia noted, as they made their way to the kitchen.
"Well, my mother is a big candle woman. Probably still smells nice from the last time she lit one," Fitz nodded.
"Smart woman," Olivia said.
As they approached the kitchen island, they saw a note for Fitz, written in Jean's beautiful handwriting.
It was just directions, detailing which of her plants needed watering and when. What day the garbage came. What time the mail came. All that jazz. Most of which, Fitz already knew anyway.
And at the bottom, something that made Olivia smile.
Thank you again for babysitting the house. I feel so much better knowing you are here! I stocked everything for you, so you shouldn't need to buy much else, if anything. Have a good time. You so deserve this break.
I love you, Fitzgerald!
-Mom
"She really is precious," Olivia said, linking her arm with Fitz's.
"She's the best," he agreed, looking down at Olivia with a smile.
"You know, how come her handwriting looks like it's straight out of a catalog, and yours…" Olivia began, giving him a smirk.
He frowned. "Damn. That went…right to my feelings, Olivia."
She giggled, leaning her head against his arm. "I love you and your handwriting."
"I hope so," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Hey. Hank. What are you getting into?"
Hank looked up from behind the table in the breakfast nook, where he was sniffing.
"I can go take him out if you want," Olivia offered with a smile.
"Oh. You sure?" he asked.
"Mhm. We're due for some bonding time," she said, pecking his lips. "Come on, Hank!"
"Well, thank you, Livvie," Fitz said.
"Mhm. I'll be back."
"Mkay."
He grabbed both of their bags and pondered internally where to bring them. He'd only ever stayed in one of the basement bedrooms with Mellie. Simply because they had their own space down there, and because it had a Jack and Jill bathroom, so Karen usually slept in the adjoining bedroom.
But he sure as hell was not going to spend a week with Olivia down there, where he'd slept with his wife before. Nope.
So, he brought their bags upstairs to his old bedroom, which Olivia liked anyway. It would be just fine. It was still a big bedroom. It had a bathroom attached. And the bed was a Queen, so it would certainly be big enough.
Not that that was an issue anyway, because they'd slept together in a twin bed before.
If his mother were here, she probably would appreciate he was staying in his old room. That's where she always liked him to stay if he came to see her by himself. Now, whether or not she'd appreciate that his girlfriend was staying in it with him, he didn't know. But, she'd been the one to suggest bringing a friend in the first place, so he didn't particularly care.
He set their bags down, looking out the window to see if he could spot Olivia and Hank. They were out there, in the big, vast front yard. She was currently running away from Hank with a smile, teasing him a little bit. Luring him into a nice game of chase, which he loved. Anything to get him running.
He looked at the woman he loved so much — which caused a big smile to form on his face. She was amazing.
When she and Hank came in, she instantly called out for him, to which he answered.
"Upstairs. My room," he yelled back.
He heard her go "Oh!" to herself, and he chuckled.
She came upstairs quickly, peeking her head in. "Hi."
"Hi. Did you tire Hank out?" he asked.
"I did, and he went to the bathroom, so he should be good. He's chilling on the living room rug. Is that okay?"
"Yep. I'll bring in his kennel and stuff later," Fitz replied, watching her walk up to him.
She wrapped her arms around him and stood on her tiptoes for a kiss. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her back, letting his arms slide down to her lower back comfortably.
Olivia pulled away and admired his room, smiling at it. "I love this room."
"I know you do," he chuckled. "Part of why I picked it for us."
"Why thank you, kind sir," she smirked. "We haven't had many opportunities to actually sleep in the same bed together, let alone in a normal-sized bed. We are living this week!"
"I know!" he chuckled.
"Now…there's only one problem."
He looked at her worriedly. "Oh no. What?"
"We now have…almost a week together. Alone. Free. Uninterrupted. With…our own bed, which again, is rare," Olivia pointed out. "What on earth, are we going to do first?"
He smiled, relieved that the problem was a fun one to solve.
"Hmmm…I have an idea."
She smiled back.
"So do I."
"Oh…wow."
"Mhmmm."
"Holy…shit."
"I know…right?"
"Did that just…that did not…just happen. That's seriously how it ends?" Olivia questioned, looking at the TV, which was now showing credits.
"That's seriously how it ends," he nodded
"Nooooo," Olivia said, putting her palm to her face. "I can't believe that!"
"I was curious to see how you'd react," he chuckled.
"So Daenerys really just…went and did all that…"
"Yep."
"And then Jon just…"
"Uh-huh."
"And…Cersei, and Jaime?!"
"Yep."
"And...Bran?!" she exclaimed.
"Bran."
"Well…damn, I would have never seen any of that coming," Olivia said, shaking her head. "Except for maybe…Sansa. I could have predicted that, maybe. But now I want to know about Arya. And Jon. And why the hell we learn that he isn't actually Jon Snow. That was…crazy!"
"I know. That's how I felt too," he agreed. "Are you glad you've watched it now?"
"Yes, I am definitely glad I watched it," she replied. "It was a good series. I have some questions about that ending, but…thank you for insisting that I watch it, all those months ago."
"Of course," he laughed. "It was nice to see some things over again. I was able to...make a lot of the connections this go around, or notice things I hadn't noticed before. It's definitely a show that…you have to be paying attention at all times, or else you miss something." "For sure. Especially in the beginning. I remember trying to learn all the families; I was always like what? Who?" she laughed. "I can see why it is your favorite show ever made."
"Well, I am so glad I've gotten to watch it with you for the past…however many months," he said, kissing her cheek. "Nobody else I'd rather watch it with."
"Aww, well I'm glad too. I'm sorry you watched it on your own the first time," she frowned.
"That's okay, baby," he assured her. "Well. What's going to be…our next show?"
"Hmm," she giggled, leaning into his body more. "We'll have to think about that one."
"Yes we will," he agreed, hugging her tightly to his body.
"Now what are we going to do?" she asked, snuggling her face into his side. She grew content as she smelled his wonderful scent. She could lay there all evening.
"Hmmm," he began. "Well, it's getting to be dinner time soon. Have any ideas?"
"Oooo," she smirked. "No specific ideas, but yes, I will absolutely be making something for you."
"Oh, you will?" he asked, looking down at her with a laugh.
"Yep. It'll be the long-awaited dinner I promised I'd cook for you," she nodded. "And…I think your mom's kitchen is much better than my kitchen, so, this should suffice."
He laughed. "Alright, sounds good to me. You'll have to look around my mom's fridge and pantry — see if there's anything…you can work with."
"Oh, I'm sure there will be plenty," Olivia replied. "I can make anything work, anyway."
"I know you can. A woman of many talents," he said, smiling. "Thank you!" she said. "I wonder if your mom has shrimp."
"Oh, absolutely she does," he said.
"You know for sure?" Olivia asked excitedly.
"No. But I know my mom. She's also a big shrimp fan. She's got it. Probably lots of it."
"Oooohh. We are on for tonight," Olivia replied excitedly. "Just you wait."
"I can't wait!"
"Well, you're going to have to, my smiley. But not for long. It doesn't take that long," she shrugged.
He grabbed her a bowl, which she thanked him for, and stood by her while she started deveining and peeling the shrimp.
"So, have you made this before?" he asked.
"Oh yeah. Variations of it. I've probably made every shrimp dish in the book, and tweaked each of them at least once or twice," she replied. "I'm going to add more spice to it this time than last. It was way too wimpy last time."
"Oh, well I definitely like the sound of that," he nodded. "What can I do to help?"
"You don't have to help, baby. While I do thoroughly appreciate your brilliance in the kitchen, it's not needed tonight. I'm cooking for you, remember?" she smirked, giving him a wink.
"Come on. Just…something? I feel useless, just watching you."
"Hmm…well, you could get the water ready for the noodles," she suggested. "But that's it. Otherwise, you can just stand here and look handsome for me."
He chuckled, going to grab a pot. "The water I can do. The…standing and looking handsome…I'm not sure."
She gasped, still looking down at the shrimp. "Take it back immediately."
"What?!" he chuckled.
"You don't have to do anything. You just…exist, and you're handsome," she said.
He shook his head, smiling to himself. But he couldn't deny, that he blushed. She always seemed to cause that.
"I love you."
She looked up, watching him with a smile while he did something as simple as fill up a pot for the noodles she was going to cook.
"I love you too."
He cleared his throat, turning on the burner. "Um…okay. Done."
"MVP," she giggled.
"Thank you. Thank you," he nodded dramatically, which had her laughing more.
Most of their experience in the kitchen together was when Fitz was cooking, because that's just how it had tended to go down when she'd lived with him in Rye. She'd cooked her fair share of things, too, but Karen was always there helping, or Fitz was deliberately trying to keep his distance due to…well, Mellie.
But now, it was just the two of them in the kitchen together. Olivia cooking, and Fitz doing his best to help, which was getting shot down by Olivia. He did, however, turn on some music, which resulted in some occasional dancing.
Fitz was chuckling, watching her move her hips as she stirred the noodles.
He was just standing there, out of the way and not helping like she'd asked, but now he was caught up watching her dance. Watching her hips sway to the music, which currently, was R&B. He was internally thanking his phone for creating this playlist for him.
Now he was pretty sure the only music he ever wanted to play was R&B, because damn.
He reached out his hand, seeing her smile and laugh as she took it. He spun her around, watching how much bigger her smile grew.
It was so contagious. It all just about had him dancing. He didn't. He was not a dancer. But he did enjoy spinning her around, holding her tightly to his body and watching her dance. That was rather enjoyable for him.
He came up behind her as she chopped cilantro, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Mm," she smiled, leaning into it. She was still moving gently in his arms — he could tell she loved the song that was playing.
He could honestly tell how much she was loving everything right now. Cooking. The music. Being able to dance and be kissed by him in the kitchen. He could tell she was so happy in that moment — and that made him even happier, himself. Seeing her enjoying things was everything to him.
So he kissed her more, because he loved her smile. He spent the better half of two minutes just standing there with his arms around her, kissing her cheeks, her jawline, and her neck.
And she just stood there, happy as could be, preparing their dinner.
He thought he'd make her happier and grab them something to drink, so he was about to step away. He'd barely unwrapped his arms from around her body before she gasped.
"Nooo, where you going?" she asked immediately.
He chuckled.
"I was just going to get us something to drink," he said.
"Oh!" she laughed. "Whoops. Sorry. That was totally dramatic, you can go do that."
"Well...now I think I better stay," he shrugged, wrapping his arms around her again. "You are much more important than drinks."
She giggled, leaning back into his body.
"You just...you make me feel so special," she said quietly. "I just feel so special in your arms, and...I never want to stop feeling that."
His heart thumped loudly against her back and he leaned forward to peer at her face.
"You are special," he whispered, kissing her cheek. He switched to the other cheek and kissed that one too, for good measure. "So special."
She was blushing, accepting his kisses. "Sorry. I know that was probably, like...the most cheesy thing you've ever heard. But...it's just so true for me."
He shook his head at her. Because from his experience, which had never exactly been great before she came into the picture — he'd never felt love for anyone in this way. He'd never been loved in this way. And he definitely had never had anything "cheesy."
So he damn well would appreciate it now.
"I like cheesy," he said. "And you don't ever have to apologize for it. And...you know what?"
"What?" she asked.
"You make me feel special too," he whispered near her ear.
God, it felt good to hear that too.
She put the knife down and turned around in his arms, leaning up for a real kiss, rather than a kiss on the cheek.
He chuckled surprisedly, wrapping his arms around her waist again. And he happily obliged, going back in for more.
She jumped up in his arms and he caught her immediately, opening his mouth against hers now to deepen their kiss. His hands squeezed her ass, which made her smile against his lips.
All the open-mouthed kisses led to their tongues making an appearance as they stood there in the kitchen making out. He held her in his arms, and stepped to the side to set her on the island next to where she'd just been chopping cilantro.
His hands went up to hold her face, cupping her cheeks as they made out.
"I think I am...distracting you," he murmured.
"You are definitely distracting me," she replied, playfully biting his lip. "But please continue distracting me until that pan on the stove is hot enough."
He smirked, before leaning right back in.
He did exactly as she'd asked.
Cooking was way more fun with him beside her. Or more accurately, with him pressed against her, or kissing her.
But they did have to chill out in order for her to actually finish cooking their dinner. Which, she did.
It looked so good, even she silently admitted it to herself. And he gave her major props right away after tasting the first couple bites as well. She could tell he genuinely loved it.
But the spice did start to catch up with him. It only took a few bites for it to really start kicking in.
And she loved spice. But even she had to admit — she'd maybe gone a tad overboard...
He started coughing, covering his mouth with his fist. He looked up at her with slightly watery eyes and was smiling, still coughing.
"Whew," he chuckled, watching her giggle.
"Yeah, it's definitely got a kick," she agreed, taking another bite. "Way more spicy than I normally make it. Clearly I still haven't found the right balance."
He tried to hold it in, but he started coughing again.
She chewed thoughtfully, watching him have a genuinely tough time. Her tongue was on fire now too — it wasn't just him. But he was having a little more trouble than she was at the moment.
"Baby, you good?" she laughed.
"Oh my…Lord. I'm so sorry, this is embarrassing," he chuckled.
"Yeah, I was going to say — I know you like hot things, what's going on?!" she questioned with a laugh, watching his face continue to turn red.
"I do really like hot things. I can do a 4 out of 5 at our favorite Thai restaurant but apparently, your...spicy shrimp noodles is where I draw the line?" he asked, coughing some more. "Please don't break up with me."
Meanwhile, Olivia could barely contain her laughter.
"Oh my God," she giggled, rubbing his back. "Seriously. Are you okay?"
"I think so. But my tongue is...I'm not even sure it's there anymore. It may have...disintegrated."
She was dying of laughter next to him, wrapping her arm around him in a hug.
"I should have been more careful taking the spice level into account beforehand," she said with a laugh, rubbing his shoulder.
"No, no, you were perfect, and it tastes amazing. Apparently I'm just...weaker than I thought or...whiter than I thought? One of the two," he murmured, closing his tear-filled eyes and sniffling.
That only made her laugh harder. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and nodded. "Well, you are super white, but I know your palate is strong. I just went hard tonight."
"Well," he cleared his throat. "It's amazing, seriously. Thank you, Liv. And...I would like to point out that your kitchen skills and your spice tolerance are both impressive, and sexy."
"Oh, thank you, sweetheart," she replied, laughing. "I don't think my spice tolerance is much higher than yours, this is...really starting to hit me now. Jesus."
She started coughing a little, too.
"Oh, well — at least you don't look like me right now," he said embarrassedly, pointing to his face. He just knew he looked funny.
His cheeks were red, partly from embarrassment and partly from the heat of the food. His bright eyes appeared even more blue than normal due to the redness of his cheeks, and their slight watering from before. He sniffled, chuckling as he wiped his damp eyes.
"You are so cute," she giggled, leaning her head on his shoulder.
He looked down at her like she'd said something preposterous. "This is cute?"
"Yes, you're fucking adorable," she nodded, taking another bite of her noodles. "I can't wait to make you all the spiciest dishes I can think of now."
"Oh no," he chuckled. "I would love that, actually. Even if it results in…more embarrassment."
"You don't have to be embarrassed," she said, turning his chin with her finger. "It's just me. Your girlfriend. Who is not going to break up with you, by the way."
She pressed a kiss to his lips and he was quick to kiss her again.
"Oh, that's…that's really good news," he whispered thankfully.
She giggled, leaning back in for one more.
"Spicy," she whispered against his lips.
"Spicy is right," he nodded, eyeing her up and down.
She laughed. "See, how could I ever break up with you when you're that smooth?"
"Hmm," he replied, looking down at her cute smile. "Well then I guess…you have to be stuck with me."
"I guess I have to be," she nodded, smiling at him.
Their smiles were so contagious. And many times they led to kisses. Sooo many kisses.
They did finish their dinner, however. Spiciness and all.
But by the time they finished cleaning up from dinner and feeding and letting Hank outside, it had grown to be later in the evening. So, Hank settled in on his dog bed in the living room, and they decided to bring their drinks upstairs to relax for the rest of the night, and eventually watch a movie.
Fitz's room was actually pretty nice for a movie night. A nice big bed, facing the TV mounted up on the wall.
Olivia went to rinse off first in the shower before she changed, and Fitz waited for her in bed. He laid there, checking his never-ending email inbox to try and get ahead for the week. Not like he had anything else to do really.
When Olivia came out of the bathroom, she had a towel tightly wrapped around her body — little water speckles across her shoulders and chest.
She knelt down and started sorting through her duffel bag in search of something. He had no idea what she was looking for but he couldn't help but stare.
He watched the entire thing — laying there on his phone with the TV on in the background.
And naturally, once she found what she was looking for, she draped her towel on the bed and started lotioning up her body.
Ahh. Lotion. That's what she'd been searching for.
She propped her leg up on the bed and went about her business — and now he was extremely intrigued. Obviously, seeing her come out of the shower naked was nothing too crazy. But now with her legs open directly in front of him?
She was asking for his eyes to linger.
He slowly put down his phone and set it aside, looking her body up and down. Everything from her smooth legs, to her perfect breasts, to her beautiful face, and her hair in two braids.
She finally noticed when he put his phone down, and she looked up at him with a smile.
"You catch up on some of your emails, baby?" she asked, switching to her other leg.
He tried to answer her but now, watching her switch legs, he got a nice view of the front of her body, followed by an extremely nice angle with her other leg up on the bed.
"Uh-huh," he finally nodded, tilting his head to get a better look.
"Oh good," she said warmly, looking down as she continued to rub the lotion into her skin.
She started rubbing it on her chest, too, giving her breasts some moisturization as well. He was completely invested now, and the bulge forming in his pants confirmed it. He felt his pants tighten, which made having clothes on even more annoying right now.
And she was oblivious. She'd turned to the side as she finished up, leaning down to put her lotion away. And in her defense — her things had been in the bedroom rather than the bathroom, so it made sense that she came and got ready for bed out here.
Right in front of him.
"So what movie do you want to watch?" she asked, still not looking up at him.
He cleared his throat, feeling his arousal growing. So he was honest.
"Um. Yeah. Well...I was thinking maybe we could just skip the movie for now," he said.
She furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at him, only to see the way he was looking at her, and the clear bulge in his pants.
"Oh — well hello there," she said, her eyes zoning in on a particular area of his body.
"Hello there," he replied, visibly eyeing her entire naked body right now.
"How's it going over there?" she asked, clearly amused.
"Pretty...good," he nodded, tilting his head the other way to look at her. "How's it...going for you?"
"Oh...you know," she said, letting her hands wander down her body. She purposefully slid them slowly across her skin, which has him watching her like a hawk.
"It's going smoothly," she said.
"Really...smooth," he nodded, appreciating the glow of her beautiful brown skin in the warm lighting of the bedroom.
He mindlessly reached for the remote to turn the TV off without taking his eyes off her — he didn't want anything else distracting him. She was the main damn event.
She was realizing now that she had all his attention. Probably had for a while now, considering the bulge in his pants. And now she was totally into it, so she continued on with her teasing. It felt good to be looked at like that.
"Oh, wow," he whispered, leaning back in satisfaction.
They didn't even need a movie — the way he looked at her and appreciated every inch he was seeing, made her feel like a movie star.
"So..." she began, slowly kneeling down on the end of the bed. "Are we forgetting the movie then?"
He swallowed hard, licking his lips as she crawled over to him, running her hand up one of his legs.
"We are forgetting the movie," he nodded immediately.
She ran her hand up the remainder of his leg, and made sure to stop right between his legs. She could feel his entire dick even through his jeans; it was insanely hard now.
He struggled with where to look; there were so many things going on. Her hand was brushing his dick right now, but she was also on her knees, naked in front of him. His eyes flickered back and forth, and he let out a slow, tension-filled sigh.
She made him suffer with that hand of hers, because she gave him a nice slow rub, and then continued on up, moving both her hand and her body further up the bed.
But the fact that he was throbbing now didn't really register in his brain anymore, because she just leaned in to kiss him, and he was instantly distracted again. She had so much power.
His hand came up and held the side of her face, as he opened his mouth against hers.
He reached out for her body, pulling her closer. She moaned into his mouth, settling down in his lap now.
He gripped her ass, pulling her impossibly closer to him as they made out slowly. The lighting in the room was warm, but dimmed. Just enough to be able to see the beauty that was her body.
He wanted to be on top of her. So he moved them both forward, keeping her pressed against him, and laying her down near the foot of the bed.
He finally disconnected their lips, dragging them to her jaw, and her neck.
A quiet moan escaped her mouth as she clutched the sheets. But she moved her hands quickly to his shirt to unbutton it. Her nimble fingers moved quickly, and then he shrugged it off and dropped it off the side of the bed.
Immediately returning to her lips, one of his hands slowly went down to his belt and started undoing it. The other hand was still cupping her cheek, but apparently he should have been using both hands to undo his belt because Olivia was pretty eager.
She slid her hand down to help him with his belt and pants. He chuckled, smiling at her as they both worked on getting him in the same state as her. Naked.
The jingling of his belt and their quiet laughs filled the dimly lit bedroom, as more clothing came off.
They got him completely naked in no time, all his clothes thrown off the side of his bed.
But he did take his time getting to what they both really wanted. A little agony was alright.
He went right back to her favorite spot, purposefully sucking hard enough on her skin to leave a mark if he stayed there long enough.
She gasped, tilting her head, and feeling his fingers starting to move, too. They started at her breasts and worked their way down until they were hovering above her clit.
His thumb remained on her clit but his middle and ring finger slid down further, one of them dipping inside her. She sucked in a breath and arched her back slightly.
So he slid it in again, enjoying how her body responded. She was still so tight, gripping his finger with her walls. So he pulled it out again and brought his fingers up to his mouth, making sure she watched as he wet them.
That made his finger slide in a little easier, so he could slowly start to ease another one in.
She moaned, gripping onto his arm as he started to rub her clit too. His lips had returned to her neck, though, so he was multitasking. She certainly appreciated it.
"You are definitely…going to leave a mark," she murmured.
He pulled away, looking down at her briefly. He slid both his fingers up all the way now, watching how she reacted.
Her eyes just about rolled back, and she clutched the sheets harder.
"Ohh — " she said suddenly.
"Yeah. I know," he nodded, returning to her neck. Meanwhile, he moved his fingers inside her, rubbing her walls gently. Hitting the spot that he easily located right away.
His ear was right by her mouth currently as he worked on her neck, so he heard the whimpers spilling out from her lips.
He knew those moans and those whimpers. She was getting there. So he reached down off the side of the bed for his duffel bag with the hand that wasn't currently occupied.
He bit his lip, searching with only his fingers and not his eyes. He located the box and pulled it out desperately.
"Wait — wait," she murmured, eyeing the box of condoms he'd bought. "Can I...I want to feel you. Can I...feel you inside me, first?"
He licked his lips, looking at her wet entrance where he'd just pulled his fingers out of. She was practically throbbing. Craving him.
He had a hard time saying no to that, because he'd long since been throbbing, himself. Her leg was wet where he'd been pressed against her — pre-cum seeping from his tip.
He put the box aside and sliding his wet fingers back inside her.
"How close are you?" he whispered.
"Close," she whispered, gasping at his fingers penetrating her again. "I'm...close."
"Okay. Okay, baby," he said, thrusting his fingers in and few more times.
But then he pulled them out quickly, and grabbed his dick in his hand, prodding her entrance.
She watched eagerly, opening her legs wider for him.
He put his hands on either side of her, and slowly slid inside of her raw, watching her grip his dick.
What a pretty sight that was.
Both of them let out a moan together, watching in anticipation as he rolled his hips again, filling her up.
"Oh God. Oh..." she moaned, rubbing herself against him.
She looked up at him, biting her lip in pleasure. He could see the little smirk she was giving him, and the appreciative look on her face that seemed to almost say "thank you."
"You feel so good," she whispered, meeting his eyes.
"Yeah?" he nodded quietly, picking up his pace.
"Yeah," she nodded, almost relaxing underneath him with a smile. "Oh...yeah."
"You feel...amazing, Olivia," he said, lingering inside her for a moment.
"Please don't stop. Please just...oh my God," she moaned. "Please keep going, baby — "
"I will," he assured her, leaning down for a kiss.
"You gonna come?" he whispered, meeting her eyes.
"Yes — yes. I'm...I'm so close, Fitz," she gasped.
"Good. I wanna...feel it," he said, kissing her cheek.
Her fingers instinctively went down to her clit and started rubbing in a circular motion as he thrust in and out of her slowly.
He knew she was moments away from finishing. He could feel her pulsing around him, and it felt so amazing.
They'd never felt each other bare before. Ever. They were always pretty careful with condoms, but he wasn't very close yet, so he felt okay with it this time around. Now he just wanted to get her there with his dick.
And watching her touch herself while he felt her without a condom? Damn, that felt good. She felt so good.
She was there — he could see. She tightened up beneath him and clutched at his hair now, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Ohh. Oh...baby," she moaned. "Oh...yes. Yes —"
She panted through it, completely letting go beneath him. He pumped in and out of her through it all, starting to see and feel her cum on him.
So he slowed down, pulling out and watching it cover his dick.
His hand went to his dick immediately to start stroking it. She was going to need a second and he still hadn't orgasmed, so now he was desperate for contact, himself.
She panted, watching him touch himself. And as tired as she was, and as wonderful as it was to watch him — she wanted to do her part.
"Let me. Let me...baby," she whispered, pulling on his hand to bring him closer.
He moved closer, allowing her to take over for him. She reached out and took him in her hand, starting to slowly stroke him again. His dick was covered in his own wetness and some of her cum, so the sound it made while her hand moved up and down was particularly pleasing to listen to.
He braced himself above her, palms on the bed, starting to move into her hand.
His breathing was picking up now, too, seeing her hand stroke him quickly. Not only that, but to see her naked body below him as she was doing it made it all that much better.
After feeling her raw, watching her orgasm, and her hand on him — he didn't need much more to get him over his edge.
He was so close, starting to tense up above her just as she had.
"Where should I — is this...okay?" he asked, breaths staggering.
"This is perfect," she whispered, focusing on his tip.
He watched her until he couldn't anymore — and he squeezed his eyes shut. Moans were coming out of his mouth uncontrollably, followed by her name.
The tension released, and the amazing feeling coursed through his body as she stroked him through his orgasm.
His cum covered her chest in a few sudden bursts; she watched it all, very pleased.
"There you go," she smiled, rubbing the cum around his tip. "That's right, baby."
"Ohhh," he moaned, hanging his head. "Christ."
She slowed her hand to a stop and let him gather himself. She still had to gather herself, honestly; she was still breathing hard, too.
"We kinda...made a mess," he whispered, looking them over.
"We kinda did," she nodded in agreement.
"Here. One second," he said, pecking her cheek.
He got up, and headed to the bathroom to grab something to clean them up. A towel would more than suffice, and it was the first thing he saw, so he grabbed it from the cabinet.
He let her use it first — before using it, himself. And then he settled down next to her.
She turned on her side, cuddling up to him, and he turned his head toward her in response, pressing his lips to her forehead.
She'd gathered herself for the most part, but she could still hear his quiet pants — coming down from his high. It'd been a big one.
"That was..." she began.
"Way better than a movie?" he asked.
She started giggling into his chest. "I was going to say amazing — but that too."
"It was amazing," he agreed. "You just...corrupted my childhood bedroom."
"Me? I think there was some corruption from both of us going on there," she pointed out.
"Oh. Yeah. You're right. We corrupted my childhood bedroom," he replied, which had her giggling.
"Good then. I'm glad the initial corruption is over with because we're going to be here a while, and...I don't expect this will be the last time that happens in this room."
"It most definitely will not be," he confirmed, leaning his head against hers.
They laid there cuddled up to one another, enjoying the comfortable silence and the feel of the person they loved by their side.
"I really have to go and take a shower again," she giggled quietly.
"Yeah, that's...that's my bad," he admitted.
She laughed. "For that, I think you should come join me."
"Mkay," he nodded with a smile. "After that, maybe...we really can watch a movie."
She smiled back.
"Sounds like a good rest of the night to me."
A little beam of sunlight came through a crack in the curtains, illuminating part of Fitz's face. He could already tell he'd slept in later than normal, and that he'd slept well. Perhaps sleeping next to someone you love helped with that.
His arm was currently wrapped around her, and she was pretty much as close to him as she could be. She had her back turned to him — but they were still spooning.
So when he shifted a bit in bed, she likely felt it. She brought her arms down, resting her hands on top of his arm gently.
So by that time, he knew she was at least half-awake.
He leaned forward a little bit, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. It was only then that he saw the sizable mark there from him the night before.
Whoops.
She stirred even more in his arms from his kisses, and starting rubbing his arm affectionately underneath the covers.
Then he knew she was fully awake.
She leaned back into his kisses, seemingly so grateful to be receiving them.
It seemed to wake both of them up a little more too. So then his hand started wandering. Why not.
He tested the waters first to make sure she was into it first; his fingers made their way down to the top of her comfy joggers. They had put on clothes last night since they really had watched a movie together and didn't think it was necessary to remain entirely naked the whole time.
So now, Fitz's fingers rested at the top of them.
They slid underneath the waistband just a bit, and all she did was lean into his body more. So he continued.
He slid his fingers down all the way, inside her underwear, and started rubbing her clit.
She turned her head slightly back and leaned into his chest more, facing upward toward the ceiling but squeezing her eyes shut.
Her face was practically right next to his, so he kissed her temple, rubbing his fingers in gentle, slow circles.
A steady sigh came from her lips as she felt his long, thick fingers do what they could do so perfectly.
She definitely had not been expecting this to begin her morning, but she widened her legs a little bit, enjoying the ride.
He had her panting hard that Sunday morning. Using only his fingers — and giving her clit all the attention for a nice morning orgasm.
She was very grateful.
Her breaths were coming out in unsteady pants after that, as she tried to relax her body. He kissed her cheek a couple times and snuggled his face into her neck comfortably.
"Hi, baby," he murmured.
"Oh my God, hi," she murmured back.
"How are you today?" he whispered.
"So good, because of...that, and so happy, because you're next to me," she replied.
He smiled, closing his eyes contently.
"Me too," he said, the vibration of his deep voice against her neck.
"Mm," she murmured happily, holding on tightly to his arm.
"I may have...uh. Left a mark on your neck," he said.
She gasped, laughing at him. "Where was it again?"
"Here," he said, rubbing her skin gently.
It was high on her neck, just under her silk wrap.
She smiled at him, shaking her head. "Naughty. I warned you."
"I just wanted to show my love to your favorite spot," he said innocently, pressing his lips against her neck yet again.
"I love when you show me your love," she giggled, threading her fingers through his hair.
"Nobody else is going to see it this week but me," he shrugged. "Just me — knowing...it was from me."
"Uh-huh. And does that make you feel good?" she asked, amused.
"Yes. It does," he nodded simply.
She laughed, studying his cute smile. "I appreciate the honesty, baby."
He shrugged and returned to his comfy spot, resting on her chest.
"I love you," he whispered.
She smiled to herself. "Like...a lot?"
He seemed both amused and surprised by the question as a small smile covered his face.
"Like...a lot," he nodded.
Olivia started laughing. "I love you, like a lot, too. And...I also love what your fingers can do."
"Hmm," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her lips. "So I suppose...you wouldn't complain if you woke up to that every morning then."
"Every morning?" she asked, intrigued.
He nodded, giving her a smirk. "Every morning."
"Absolutely no complaints here. None," she shook her head. "Aren't I lucky," she added, leaning in for another kiss.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around her and rolling them over so she rested on top of him, instead.
He looked contently up at her, resting his hands comfortably on her lower back as they gave each other a few more good morning kisses.
"I'm pretty lucky too."
After a little more fun in bed that morning, the two of them finally got up and got ready for their day, putting on some comfy clothes.
From the start, they knew it would be a nice, relaxing Sunday together — and they were right.
They fed Hank and took him out to play for a bit. Fitz made them both a little brunch, and then they read together for a while, until they decided they needed a change of scenery.
It was her idea for them to go sit at the piano together and mess around. She loved when he played, and it wasn't often that the two were alone with a piano. She was used to him helping Karen with her songs, or hearing the cute little Disney songs he always used to play for her.
But today, they got to have a little fun, just the two of them.
"—There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter what you heard —
the holy or the broken, Hallelujah," Olivia sang, watching Fitz play the piano for her.
"Nice verse choice — love that one," he whispered quickly, eyeing his fingers as he moved them on the keys.
She smiled at him as she sang.
"Hallelujah….Hallelujah, Hallelujah…Hallelujah."
Both could barely stop looking at each other while they finished the song. Olivia's eyes flickered between Fitz's adorable face as he concentrated — and his fingers as he played. He was so impressive.
As for Fitz, when he wasn't looking at his own fingers to play, he was looking back at her while she sang. She was so impressive.
They finished the song, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. "Ugh, baby. You are so good."
He chuckled, but started to blush. "Thank you. That song isn't very hard, though. I've had it memorized since I was...really young."
"Don't downplay it," she replied. "I watch your fingers move and I am always so impressed."
"Well, thank you, Livvie."
"Mhm," she said, kissing his cheek. "Will you sing one and play for me now?"
He sat in thought, and nodded. "Sure. What do...you want to hear?"
"Hmm...how about something you like to play? I only ever really got to hear you play songs for Karen. Unless you'd choose to play Disney songs on your own — which would totally be understandable, because there are some good ones!" she giggled.
They both started laughing and he shook his head.
"No, I can confidently say Disney songs are...not what I would choose to play. I do love making her happy and playing her songs for her. But...between you and I...if it were up to me, they would not be my first choice, no."
"So, let's hear what your first choice would be," she said, scooting in.
He cleared his throat, nodding. "Okay. Um...I don't have all my sheet music here with me, but...there are a few I think I could maybe get by with on memorization. Have you ever heard of The Fray?"
"Of course I have," she nodded. "You play them in your car. They've got some deep stuff, don't they?
"Yeah. You'll probably recognize a couple of their popular songs. You may have to forgive me, because...I don't have the music," he said, positioning his hands on the keys.
"Nuh-uh. You just do your thing, baby, don't worry about that," she encouraged, leaning her elbow comfortably on the fallboard of the piano in front of her.
He went through a few of the chords in his head, moving his hands along the keys and humming quietly to get a sense of what he remembered first.
"Okay. Yeah," he nodded to himself, getting ready.
She still didn't know what songs he was going to play or which one he'd start with, but she figured he was right that she'd know them. The Fray had some hits.
He began to play, and she instantly recognized the song. She couldn't name the title of it, even after he sang the first line —
"Step one, you say we need to talk,
He walks, you say sit down, it's just a talk —"
It took her a few lines to be able to envision how the chorus went, and then it hit her that it was "How to Save a Life."
Of course.
It was an emotional song. And definitely a tough one to play. But he did it perfectly. Without sheet music and everything.
If he slipped up anywhere — she didn't notice.
She tapped her foot lightly to the song, swaying slowly as he sang, and played.
His voice made her want to melt. And especially with a song like that — it made her want to hug him. He put so much emotion into it — so much that people on the outside probably would never see in him. There was so much that he only ever showed to her.
When he was done with the song, she started clapping for him. He chuckled, accepting the kiss she planted on his cheek.
"Oh, God, that was beautiful," she said. "Please...play more."
"Okay," he laughed. "I assume you knew that one."
"I did, yes. Didn't take me very long to recognize," she nodded.
"That's definitely their most popular," he said. "There are a couple more I think I can...manage to play for you off the top of my head."
"Yes please."
She thought the first song was good — but she had so much more beautiful music to hear from him.
He played both "You Found Me" and "Never Say Never" for her, and by the middle of "Never Say Never" she was sure her boyfriend was the most talented man in existence. She was probably a tad biased, but she was going to think what she wanted to think in peace.
"Don't let me go,
Don't let me go —"
He looked over at her, sneaking in a quick kiss before he sang the last line, as she listened intently.
"Don't let me go."
She laid her head on his shoulder as he finished out the song, both of them looking down at his fingers as they slowed to a stop.
"I am...never letting you go," she nodded.
"Oh — that's good," he noted. "Please don't."
"Thank you so much for playing those for me," she said, linking her arm in his.
"Mhm," he nodded. "Sorry they were kind of...uh. Sad?"
She shrugged. "They're just...deep. And you like those songs and the band —that's what I wanted, was for you to play what you liked."
"Well — I like to play some other ones that are...more fun, too. My mom's got tons of my old books here. Give me a second and...I'll find some fun ones for you."
"Okay!" she nodded, as he got up off the piano bench to go look in the cabinet.
He came back with a few different piano books, all of which intrigued her.
Being Fitz, he flipped through the rock hits book first — and stopped on "Dream On" by Aerosmith.
"Oh my God. The famous Aerosmith — that's still prominent in your childhood bedroom," Olivia giggled.
"Aerosmith indeed. I like this one. This one's fun," he remembered aloud, setting it up on the music rest.
It was pretty fun. Especially hearing Fitz playfully trying to get his voice to sound like Steven Tyler's.
He played "I'm Still Standing," which was a super fun one to watch someone play.
And finally — he pulled out a Stevie Wonder book.
She gasped, watching him flip through it.
"No," she said. "No way."
He peered over at her and started to smile, scanning the pages for a song that would make her even more excited than she already was.
"You're kidding!" she exclaimed.
"I am not," he said, deciding on one. "My mom loves Stevie Wonder. She could listen to me play out of this book all day. And actually...they've got to be some of my favorites too. He's...amazing."
"He is. My mom loves Stevie Wonder too! He is her favorite artist by far. Oh my God, I'm so excited. Stevie is the best."
"Okay — well close your eyes, you. Let's see how quickly you know it," he said, shielding the music from her.
"Okay," she laughed, putting her hands over her eyes.
He set the music down and scanned the music in his head, making sure he had it down enough to minimize any errors.
And then he started to play.
It took about two notes for her to gasp, which made him chuckle.
"I picked this one specially for you," he said, leaning in as he continued to play.
Her heart could have melted as she uncovered her eyes, swaying to the very popular "Isn't She Lovely."
She highly appreciated the specially-picked song. And she definitely appreciated being sung to. Especially by her shy, adorable boyfriend.
She had to let him know just how wonderful he was, as he neared the end of the song.
"Oh my God — I am taking you directly upstairs after this," she whispered.
He turned to look at her immediately, messing up just a bit and trying to play it off.
But now they were both laughing as he regained his bearings and continued the song. Luckily he wasn't singing anymore or he'd have had even more of an issue.
"I got...a little too excited there, I think," he chuckled quietly, scanning his fingers as he played. "That was slightly embarrassing."
"It's okay, baby, you're human," she laughed. "Plus — if you weren't excited about it then it wouldn't be as fun."
"I'm excited. I'm gonna...I'm gonna just end the song here," he said, halting his fingers on the keys. There was still more he could have played — but Olivia was also on board with stopping there.
"Good idea," she agreed, grabbing his hand.
He smiled at her as she led him toward the beautiful grand staircase, looking back at him with a smirk.
"Just...you know. For reference," he began, as they started up the stairs. "Did me playing Stevie Wonder for you cause this?"
"Mhm," she nodded, shooting him a smile.
He raised his eyebrows and nodded thoughtfully, as they approached his bedroom door.
"I am definitely going to need to remember that," he noted.
She giggled, pulling him into her body by his shirt.
And then he shut the door behind him.
Thanks, Stevie.
He stirred, feeling Olivia stir in his arms too.
He slowly awoke, but didn't open his eyes. She, on the other hand, kept moving slowly, and shifted her body gradually.
And in time, she'd positioned herself on top of him, kissing his chest because she could tell he was awake.
Her lips traveled across his chest, making sure to kiss each and every spot in her line of sight.
That was definitely enough to get him to open his eyes.
He contently laid there watching her — feeling refreshed after the afternoon they just had.
Sex, first. Amazing sex. And a nice nap afterward. Perfect, basically. And now, Olivia doing what Olivia did. Something cute, and something that made him feel loved.
He smiled, seeing how content she was to be laying on top of him and kissing his chest.
But it wasn't long before she was satisfied she'd kissed him enough — and laid her head down.
She rested there comfortably with a happy look on her face. Just so happy to be with him.
And that made him smile more.
"Good morning," he joked in a whisper.
"Good morning," she giggled back.
"We clearly tired each other out," he chuckled.
"Clearly," she nodded, tapping his chest gently. "That was...I mean..."
"Christ, I know," he agreed.
"Right?!"
"Mhm," he nodded, raising his eyebrows at her. "Can we do that again? I mean...not...not right now. But at some point...in the future."
"Oh we will definitely be doing that again. Many, many times," she nodded.
He smirked at her and gave her a wink, which had her giggling.
She snuggled her head back on his chest comfortably. And as she did, she caught a glimpse of something in the closet that made her perk up. She hadn't seen that before.
It looked like a letter jacket — and she was instantly intrigued.
She lifted her head up and started scooching off of Fitz.
"Oh — wait. Come back," he said, reaching for her arm.
She was long gone, walking to the closet in all her nakedness.
"Well. Actually, this is...fine," he nodded, watching in amusement.
God, that body of hers.
"Now this looks like something I want to see," she said, pulling out the arm of the letter jacket for him to see.
"Oh God," he chuckled, embarrassed.
She pulled it off the hanger and admired it, smiling at all the patches on it.
"Baby!" she exclaimed, looking it over. "Ross. That was the name of your school?"
"Yeah. Ross School, in East Hampton."
"Wow. Isn't that quite a drive?"
"Mhm," he nodded. "It sure was. Look at you — my little New Yorker over there."
She giggled to herself.
"Mascot?" she asked.
"The Cosmos," he answered.
She smiled, looking at the jacket. "This is the best thing I've ever seen."
He chuckled from the bed, resting his arms comfortably behind his head.
"Put it on," he said.
"Right now?" she asked.
"Yes, right now," he nodded.
"Okay, but I hope you do realize I'm naked right now," she replied, starting to put it on.
"I've made that nice realization, yes," he said, scanning her body in appreciation.
She drowned in it, but it made them both laugh.
"Nobody has ever made it look as good as you are making it look right now," he said confidently.
"Yeah? You like the slight cleavage here?" she asked, gesturing to the center of the open jacket, where her breasts were just barely visible.
"Especially that," he nodded in agreement.
"Thank you, thank you," she said, giving her best model pose.
"Oh. Yeah. Okay," he nodded. "You just go ahead and...try more things on."
She giggled and shrugged.
"If it's what my man wants..."
"It's what he wants," Fitz said eagerly.
There was lots to try on in that closet — mostly a lot of Fitz's old T-shirts and sweatshirts he clearly hadn't worn since he moved out.
First, she put on a nice Columbia University one of his that she didn't completely drown in — and was super comfortable.
"Oh, wow," she said, admiring the gray, stitched sweatshirt. "Baby, why don't you wear this one?"
"I guess...I forgot about it, I don't know. That was one of the first ones I ever got, now that I think about it," he said. "You keep it."
She raised an eyebrow. "Me?"
"Yes, you."
"But...don't you want it? Or...won't it make your mom sad, if it's not here?" Olivia asked.
"Livvie, I haven't looked at that sweatshirt in...eight years. And my mom could care less about what's in the closet. She'd...probably be thrilled someone was wearing the clothes in there, actually," he said. "You look cute in it. You should have it. Unless...you don't want to be caught in your rival's clothing."
"Oh, I don't care about that," Olivia shrugged. "If you're serious...I'll take it. I don't mind repping your school."
"I love to hear that," he smiled.
"But just to be clear...I'm getting you something NYU at some point," she said.
"Good. I'd love to rep your school," he shrugged.
She smiled back and removed the Columbia sweatshirt, folding it nicely and setting it on the end of the bed.
"Okay, hmm...what's next?"
He bit his lip, watching her perfect back side walk away.
"I think there should be some old New York sports ones that you'd like in there somewhere. Check those, uh...blue ones in the middle," he said.
She scanned his closet, locating the couple blue ones in the midst of the hanging clothes.
The first one she pulled out was a Giants one —which had her excited.
"Oh, fun!" she exclaimed, showing him.
He gave her a face and shook his head.
"Oh, no. Sorry, baby, not...not that one. You're...way too pretty to wear trash. Check the other blue one."
Her jaw dropped and she started laughing. "What? Fitzgerald!"
"What?" he asked.
"You love football and this is your team! I love this," she reasoned.
He winced. "But they're so bad, Livvie. They are the reason I have learned to live with disappointment."
She put her palm to her face, laughing, as she put the Giants sweatshirt back.
"Fine. Okay, this one then?" she asked, pulling out the other blue one.
It was a New York Knicks one — which instantly had him nodding.
"Yes, that's the one I was thinking of," he said.
"You want me to have this one, too?" she asked.
"If you want it. I know how much you love basketball," he said.
She smiled, looking it over and nodding. "Thank you, smiley."
"Mhm. Are there...any more in there you like?"
She put the Knicks one down and started looking through them. And the one that caught her eye more than any other was one that resembled his letter jacket.
Same colors, same font.
It was a football sweatshirt, with "Grant" on the back and a number four on the sleeve.
She gasped, looking it over.
"Now how did I miss this one?"
"Let me see."
She pulled it out and showed him, turning it so he could see both sides. Memories flooded his brain — football memories.
Some of the most fun he ever had in school.
"Oh my God. I forgot about that one," he said, smiling.
"It's so precious," she said, analyzing it.
"It's precious?" he chuckled.
"Yes — everything about you is precious," Olivia nodded. "Number four, huh? Funny. You know what my basketball number was, baby?"
He perked up. "Four?"
"Four," she nodded, smiling.
"We must be meant to be," he shrugged.
"You're damn right," she nodded, looking the sweatshirt over.
"Well, put it on then, let me see," he replied.
She put it on, not drowning in this one as much either. It was even smaller than the Columbia one, so it fit nice.
She gave him a nice spin so he could see it on her, and it instantly had a smile covering his face.
He had to admit, seeing "Grant" written on her back made his heart jump in his chest. Wow.
"Yeah. You definitely have to keep that one," he said.
"Oh, I don't know, baby. I love it — but isn't this one more sentimental?" she asked.
"No. I'm certainly never going to wear it again. It should be worn, otherwise it'll just...continue to sit here in the closet that my mother won't ever touch."
Olivia nodded. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," he said. "I like...seeing my name on your back."
He said it somewhat quietly and he looked away as he said it, trying to take off some of the pressure in case that was an entirely weird and wrong thing to say. He meant it with all his heart, though.
She stopped in her tracks and looked up at him with a curious smile.
She wanted to address it, but could tell he was trying to make it less awkward in fear of how she'd respond. So she let it be for now, even despite the racing of her heart.
"Mmm. Well in that case...I definitely better keep this one then," she smirked.
"Mhm," he nodded confidently.
"Well, I'll add it to the pile," she said, pulling it over her head. "Thanks for my highly fashionable new apparel!"
"You're welcome," he said, admiring her beautiful body walking back toward him.
"You know, I've been walking around naked for the past ten minutes and you're just laying her under the warm covers — keeping your nakedness to yourself. I don't think I appreciate it," she said, crossing her arms.
He started to stretch, chuckling up at her.
His hand moved up to the top of the covers and shoved them down for her — revealing everything beneath the covers for her.
She tilted her head and smiled appreciatively.
"That's so much better, thank you," she said.
"Mhm," he nodded, gesturing for her to come to him.
She smiled and swung her leg over his body, settling back in on top of him. Feeling his dick underneath her, pressed against her skin.
Wonderful.
She laid her head down on his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I love you," she whispered, lightly kissing his neck.
"I love you, too," he said, tightening his grip around her body. "I'm so glad you're here with me."
"Me too," she whispered. "There is nowhere I'd rather be."
He turned his head toward her, waiting for her to look at him. When she turned, he puckered his lips and she giggled, pressing hers against them in a slow, long kiss.
"You hungry?" he murmured.
"Mhm," she nodded.
"You want me to make us dinner soon?" he asked, cupping her cheek with his hand.
She sighed happily down at him, resting her elbow on his chest and her chin on her hand.
"What?" he laughed.
"Nothing. You just...you start the day with...your fingers. No further explanation needed. Then brunch. Reading. You serenade me with your piano skills — give me dick and sweatshirts, and now you want to make us dinner. I'm just...I'm wondering how you could get any better, honestly."
He was laughing uncontrollably by the end of it, blushing slightly too.
"Give you...dick and sweatshirts," he chuckled to himself.
"That's literally exactly what happened. And we napped! Always a plus," she nodded.
"True," he laughed. "I'm glad you've had a good day. All I ever want to do is give you what you want. Whatever...you want."
"Whatever I want huh?" she asked, leaning in toward his lips.
"Whatever you want," he nodded, kissing her briefly.
"Well that's pretty easy, because I'm a simple woman. I just want you. And shrimp. And books."
He counted the three things on his fingers, pretending to think hard about it.
"I think...yeah. I think I can manage that," he nodded. "But...maybe we can find something else that doesn't involve shrimp tonight for dinner — since we had it last night. Unless you want it again...in which case...we will have it again."
"No, Fitz, we can have something else," she laughed. "Wanna go find something?"
"Uh-huh," he nodded.
She got off of him and he got one nice last stare in at her beautiful body before she started shimmying on some new clothes.
After they both got dressed again from their clothing-free afternoon — they headed downstairs to find something for dinner and feed Hank as well.
The poor guy had been napping downstairs alone all afternoon!
So Olivia took Hank outside to play for a bit, since Fitz was making them dinner.
He chose to make a meal he really loved, but realized he hadn't made in a long time. Definitely never for Olivia. So he hoped it would be a good treat.
The aroma of chicken and sautéed peppers and onions all filled the kitchen.
Olivia enjoyed seeing the beautiful colors of Fitz's meal — the fresh guacamole, the pico de Gallo, all of the bright peppers mixed in with the chicken. The slight red hint to the chicken — from the smoked paprika and cayenne.
"Ooo, I like where this is going," Olivia nodded, looking at the spices he was adding.
He smiled, tapping the paprika out.
"Well. The flavor needs to be packing — not lacking," he said, tossing the towel casually over his shoulder.
She was smirking and giggling behind him.
"I definitely like that saying. Now this isn't going to be as spicy as the dinner I made, is it?" she laughed.
"No, not quite," he chuckled.
"Good. That was a bit overkill," she admitted.
"Contrary to how my face reacted, I didn't think so. I'm still quite impressed by that, actually," he shrugged.
"I'm glad," she giggled. "And I'm very excited for these fajitas, baby, they look amazing."
He peered over his shoulder and gave her a smile.
"Thank you, Livvie."
It ended up being a very nice-looking meal when it was fully complete— one that Olivia loved.
Perfection.
They even had a few leftovers, that might make a good lunch the next day or two.
After they'd all eaten dinner, including little Hank, and had cleaned up from dinner, they decided to move to the living room. But before they did, they grabbed a drink on the way. Something they had only done together for the first time last night, really.
Olivia had a little wine — mostly because she enjoyed wine, and because Fitz had brought some alcohol, including a good deal of wine. She definitely didn't need to be drinking any of Jean's booze along with the food she'd bought.
Even though, Jean had clearly prepared for and been insistent on Fitz entertaining a..."friend."
As Fitz analyzed the booze options, he wondered if he should stick with wine or beer, rather than a stronger drink.
"Baby," Olivia said, taking a sip of her wine.
"Yes."
"Have whatever you want."
He turned back to the little booze cart his mom had near the kitchen and nodded, chuckling slightly. "I'm just debating."
"Okay. That's fine. I just know you're very conscious about drinking in front of me. And I appreciate it very much. You are so sweet. But just know that you don't have to overthink it so much," she said.
"Yeah. You're right, I know," he nodded.
"Have scotch if you want. Get blasted if you want," she shrugged. "It's spring break for you too, you know. You should get to let go a little bit."
He started laughing and nodding in agreement.
"You know...I think you have a point," he admitted.
"Of course I do," she replied. "We've all been through a lot. I think we all deserve to have some fun."
He nodded and reached for the scotch, going for a rather large pour of it.
She raised her eyebrows and nodded.
"There you go, smiley."
He raised his glass.
"Alright. Let's have fun then."
She raised hers too.
"Let's have some fun."