A Semester Away

by remusslupinn

Olivia has always dreamed of moving to NYC to attend NYU. During her last year before college, she spends a semester away at one of the most prestigious private schools in NYC. But while living with a young host family in Rye, NY, her life becomes a little more complicated, and she learns that there may be another reason aside from school, that her heart belongs in New York.

28. Magic in the Hamptons Pt 2

"Wait, wait, wait — I've got a good one. A Very fitting one," she said, scrolling through her phone.

She was currently searching for a song to blast on the surround sound speakers of the house — which they'd been doing for about an hour now. Because the house had speakers everywhere— they'd chosen to play the music all over. On every level, it could be heard, and it was pretty awesome.

Their time in the living room had started out mellow enough, with a couple drinks and a nice conversation.

But those drinks had added up, and the nice conversation had transitioned to talk of music — which had then transitioned to actually playing music.

And now, it was loud as could be, and they were on the verge of dancing. Hank, on the other hand, was on the verge of sleep next to them on the floor.

Olivia finally found the song she'd been looking for, so she hit play.

Fitz didn't know it, but he quickly realized why she'd said it was fitting.

"You know where I go when we're dancing,

Handshakes in the Hamptons and gettin' drunk in the mansions with you —"

"Shit," he noted, continuing to listen to the song.

"Right? It's kind of old and it got overplayed — but it's still a fun song," she admitted.

He continued listening, raising his eyebrows at the rest of the chorus — which may or may not have mentioned coming through with that magic and "smashing" it.

Ideas, ideas.

He peered over at her phone at the song title and smirked.

"Magic in the Hamptons?" he asked, grabbing her hands.

"Mhm," she nodded.

"Does seem...very fitting," he agreed, rubbing his thumb over the top of her hand.

"Our time together here has been pretty magical so far," Olivia said. "And we have so much time left."

"I know," he smiled, leaning in for a kiss.

She happily smiled back and leaned in, tasting the alcohol on his lips.

And it was just a peck at that point. But throughout the night, as more alcohol entered their systems, specifically his, and they played more music, their kisses grew longer, and sloppier.

By midnight they were laughing and dancing in the living room, to songs that weren't even good to dance to. There were quite a few that Fitz had requested — rock ones, mostly. A lot of Red Hot Chili Peppers songs, which Olivia had never heard. And she'd played many, herself, too.

And eventually, she got sick of deejaying and just wanted to have a fun time with Fitz, so she put on a random station and set her phone down. Because eventually, they didn't care what was playing anymore.

She knew Fitz pretty well, but there were two things she'd never seen before that night; Fitz dancing, and Fitz drunk.

She wasn't too drunk herself — she'd had smaller glasses of wine and fewer of them than Fitz had had. Plus, his scotch was a lot stronger than her wine.

And she knew it wasn't the norm for him at all. And she could also see how happy he was.

Being a fairly quiet and serious guy — it was nice to see him just let go and have fun. Something he hadn't done in a long time.

As for his dancing skills — they weren't too great. Perhaps it was his one flaw to the outside world. But in her eyes — it was still one of the most adorable things she'd ever seen. He still had no flaws in her eyes.

He was much better at slow dancing — which he took very seriously when a slow song came on. And usually — it ended up in a desperate makeout session that left both of them wanting more.

And at one point — it did start leading to more.

They were blessed with multiple slower songs in a row — the first ones being spent feeling each other up, and making out very sloppily.

Which escalated more.

He exhaled against her lips, squeezing her ass briefly.

She felt his dick against her as they moved in tandem, slowly toward the nearest wall. Just somewhere where he could press her against something — that was all that was going through his head.

He nodded desperately, leaning back in for an extremely wet, passionate kiss.

Fitz was always very into whatever they were doing — some days he was just more reserved about it than others. But tonight, with a substantial amount of booze in him, he was really into it.

"You're really horny right now, aren't you?" she giggled, being pushed up against the wall by the TV.

He panted and nodded in response.

"I'm realizing...I don't use that word very often, but...yes. Yes," he admitted, holding onto her waist.

She had to laugh. "Use the word for me."

He looked at her skeptically and blushed as he laughed.

"Come on, mister shy guy. Talk a little dirty to me," she whispered, running her hands down his chest.

He saw that although they were being playful — she still meant it. She wanted to hear it.

So, he pushed away the natural shyness he always felt — even sometimes in the presence of his girlfriend, the person he was most comfortable with in the world. Just because it was in his nature. But he could push it away when he needed. The alcohol definitely, definitely helped.

"I am...so fucking horny," he said, in a low, quiet voice.

He could tell that even the most basic of sentences, had her quite intrigued already. She was especially turned on by the lowness of his voice during a time like this.

"Why, you might ask?" he continued, giving her a serious look because he knew she'd giggle.

Not only did she giggle, she burst into laughter. Because only he could make her giggle at a time like this, with a goofy line.

"Because...my girlfriend is so...sexy," he whispered, his hands lingering on her breasts.

She smirked, giving him an appreciative look.

He gave them a gentle massage on the outside of her shirt, seeing that it made her relax against the wall even further.

He leaned in closer, stopping when his lips brushed her ear.

"Your body is perfect," he whispered, letting his hands wander down again.

"And I bet, if...I were to take off your bra...your nipples would be hard. I'd be able to see them...and feel them, through your shirt," he whispered.

He was right — it had started to get to the point where the inside of her bra felt a little uncomfortable because she was turned on.

She let out a slow breath, studying his eyes. Her body was already responding to him — and he'd barely even touched her. It was solely his voice affecting her body.

So she was glad he kept talking.

"And I bet...your clit's throbbing right now. Isn't it?" he whispered, meeting her eyes.

Her mouth opened in slight surprise at his comment — because it was spot on. She'd felt the light heartbeat down there for the past half minute already — and at the mention of it, the throbbing grew stronger.

"Isn't it?" he asked again.

She nodded at him, silently begging him to continue.

He nodded back, biting his lip.

"And soon...your panties will be wet. So those better come off," he said quietly.

She nodded back eagerly, feeling as though she had kind of lost the control she somewhat had earlier.

He reached for her leggings and slid them down, both of them never looking away from each other's eyes. Hers were playful, yet curious and intrigued.

And his were full of passion, and attraction.

As she stepped out of her leggings and thong, he took a step back and appreciated her beautiful, smooth legs. He couldn't see much else because the shirt she had on was a bit oversized, and hung down past her hips.

He wanted more, and she was clearly all for him voicing things at the current moment, so he was blunt.

"Take the rest off."

"Everything?... Here?" she asked.

"Everything. I want you naked, right now."

Her voice shook with pure sexual tension as she spoke, and immediately started removing the rest of her clothing.

"Well...damn, baby."

He casually reached behind him on the side table to grab his drink. He sipped it, looking at her, now naked against the wall.

She smirked at him, watching him down his drink. The outline of his long, rigid dick visible through his pants.

He was so drunk. She knew he was. Yet — all it seemed to do was make him more focused. And right now, he just happened to be focused on her body. The erection in his pants was begging to be touched, at least. And she, frankly, was begging for it to be inside of her now.

He still had barely laid a finger on her, and she was on the verge of shaking with want. With desire.

And he could sense it. He set his drink on the TV stand and made his way closer to her, looking her up and down.

He brought two fingers up to her mouth, prodding her lips with them. She opened her mouth, wetting his thick fingers slowly with her tongue.

For good measure, he slid them inside his own mouth afterward too, before moving them between her legs.

She gasped at the wet fingers meeting her own wetness. Yet, her body instantly relaxed a bit, at his touch.

They both looked down at his glistening wet fingers starting to slide in and out of her.

It was a satisfying sight, that was for sure.

But their eyes quickly returned to each other's, staring at each other in pleasure.

She lifted a leg up slightly, allowing him much better access.

"You know what I love about...how you feel?" he whispered, giving her a soft smile.

Oh God, he was nailing it. He was so nailing all of this.

"What?" she whispered, as he steadied his fingers' pace.

"You're always so warm," he replied, biting his lip. "So warm — and so wet. I never need anything extra — I just do it because I love the sound."

"The...sound?" she smirked. She knew damn well what he meant — but in the spirit of complete horniness — she absolutely was about to get him to explain anyway.

"Mhm," he moaned back. "It feels amazing, of course. But...it's also just loud when it's really wet. Whether I'm using my fingers, or...my tongue, or my dick, I like to hear it, and I like it to be loud. Like...right now. Listen."

He prompted them both to listen, and he started rubbing her walls quicker, curling them slightly. He hit that spot perfectly. Even the fingers that weren't inside of her were curled in tandem with the ones that were inside of her.

She almost couldn't concentrate on the sound it made because of how wonderfully his fingers were moving.

"That's my favorite sound in the world," he whispered. Right in her ear.

Holy shit — she was going to come.

And as if he could read her mind...

"Don't come," he whispered, kissing her cheek affectionately.

She looked at him almost baffled, as if he wasn't perfectly fingering his way to a very large orgasm right now.

She moaned lightly in both confusion and slight frustration, wanting him to continue. The pressure in her abdomen was so wonderfully building.

"Please," she begged, meeting his eyes.

He pressed himself into her body, forcing her to lift her leg higher and rest it against the side of his body.

"Don't you want to feel me inside of you first?" he asked, his voice so low.

He had a point.

She nodded eagerly, giving him a desperate look. The way this man could have her desperate...

"Yeah?" he nodded gently, cupping her cheek.

"Yeah," she whispered back immediately.

"Tell me," he said, thrusting his fingers in and out of her more quickly.

"Please — please," she groaned. "I want to feel you. Fitz — please."

He continued with his fingers, leaning in to kiss her again with a smile on his face.

His tongue traced her lips, which had her opening her mouth in anticipation. But he didn't budge. He just licked her lips gently, and left her hanging. And to finish it off, he pulled his fingers out and tasted her on them. Making sure she watched every second.

She was blown away at that point — but having a hard time concentrating on that when she was also extremely turned on, throbbing, and wanting him to finish what he'd so amazingly started.

He pulled back from her, looking at her extremely eager face, and desperate body.

The way she looked at him — the way she wanted him. It was something that would always, always boost his self-confidence.

And right now, with her pleading for him to talk dirty — he'd had no idea where that was going to go. He was drunk and horny, and he just winged it. Mostly — he said what was on his mind, and somewhat faked confidence until he really felt it. Pretended he wasn't the shy guy that he was in reality. Pretended that he wasn't embarrassed to be so blunt and...well, horny.

But he had to admit, he enjoyed the hell out of it. And she clearly did too.

He held out his hand for her to take, and she quickly intertwined her fingers with his.

They walked slowly toward the front staircase, as the song that was now playing, filled their ears.

Olivia immediately recognized it as "Call Out My Name" by The Weeknd.

Also seemed fitting.

Fitz didn't say a word to her as they climbed the stairs, him still completely clothed and Olivia completely naked.

He didn't say a word until he guided her toward the first wall he saw in the bedroom, and started undoing his belt.

He hadn't even bothered to shut the door — so it was wide open. The lyrics of the sexual-sounding song bellowing inside made the moment even more tension-filled. Not to mention the light glow of the bedside lamp.

"I want it, Fitz," she pleaded. "I want you."

He looked up at her, pushing down the bottom half of his clothing.

"I know you do. And I'm going to give it to you," he assured her.

"I want it...rough," she begged him. "Right now."

"Rough?" he asked.

She nodded eagerly.

He was breathing more heavily now, reaching for the box of condoms that was on the floor beside the bed.

His heart was about beating out of his chest as he stroked himself a bit before rolling a condom on.

He knew he was going to have to give her a second to adjust to him, so he started out somewhat slow and steady, but he ramped it up. Not in the sense that he went super quickly — but he just hit it hard, and deep.

She put her leg up again, allowing him to be able to pump in and out hard.

"How...rough?" he questioned.

"Harder," she confirmed. "Harder."

So he did what she'd asked, and about slammed into her over and over. He thrust up and into her so hard and so deep, afraid that he was truly hurting her. But she was encouraging him to keep going.

So he brought his hands into the mix — roughly rubbing her clit and squeezing her breasts. Doing both much harder than he normally would.

When they kissed — it was rough. He bit her lip playfully, but hard.

And she loved it.

The way her back slammed into the wall with each powerful thrust — he knew it hurt; she was biting back winces of pain. Not just for her back, but for her whole body. He knew how hard he was thrusting inside of her couldn't have felt purely good. He wanted to chill out for a second, but she read his face and shook her head.

"Just...fuck me. Keep...going," she panted.

So he gave her what she wanted.

He wasn't unaware of the song playing either — the sexual sound of it kind of had him smirking.

She had already been somewhat close before this, and the rough factor had him ready to come so fast. So they finished together, and they finished loudly. She just about screamed through it, and he didn't shy away from making noise either.

He didn't think he'd ever forget the sound of her yelling "give it to me" practically at the top of her lungs right near his ear.

After all that, she was absolutely dead to the world, so he scooped her tired body up gently and laid her in bed, giving her a cute smile that made her giggle quietly to herself.

He took care of his condom and cleaned up, before coming back to help her clean up too. He had a feeling she wouldn't have the energy to do it herself.

Seeing the slightly sweaty, large, adorable man press a damp washcloth between her legs made her smile.

There was her soft, sweet Fitz, again. Even after everything that he'd just done to her. He could still look down at her with that gentle, innocent smile of his right afterward and she'd melt.

The jack of all trades, obviously.

"Well, holy...God," she murmured, looking up at the ceiling. Feeling the soreness already — all over.

He collapsed next to her and glanced over at her, wincing.

"Are you okay, Liv?" he asked nervously.

"I'm...wonderful," she said breathlessly.

"I just...I just fucked you really hard," he said.

"Yeah, you did," she laughed, giving him an impressed nod.

"I mean...I think I seriously need to take a look at you to make sure you're okay," he nodded, wide-eyed.

"Oh I assure you I'm more than okay, but you can take a look at your work, sure," she smirked, widening her legs.

He kneeled down and inspected her body, feeling much better when everything looked good. Perfect, actually.

He opened her legs wider and leaned in, pressing the softest of kisses to her entrance. And then another, for good measure. She was so wonderfully soft between her legs.

"How's it look down there?" she asked, watching him.

He studied her body appreciatively and nodded.

"Pretty. Like always."

"Thank you," she smirked.

"You're very welcome," he nodded, looking at her in pleasure.

"I told you I'd be okay. That felt...fucking amazing," she sighed happily.

He bit his lip and nodded.

"Yeah it fucking did."

"Yeah?!" she nodded with a laugh.

He cleared his throat and reached for the water bottle on the nightstand — in need of some after that.

"Yes."

He chugged some and handed it to her, and she drank some graciously.

"How drunk are you?" she asked, handing him the water back.

"Really drunk," he nodded, taking a big sip and give it back to her. "You?"

"Decently...buzzed," she shrugged, accepting the last drink of water. She gave him the empty bottle and he leaned forward on his knees to set it back on the nightstand.

While he was leaning over her — she was met with the wonderful view of his dick just about in her face.

She couldn't help herself.

She reached up with both hands, grabbing his hips.

He looked down at her in surprise, coming back to his original position.

"Oh...? What — " he questioned, clearly intrigued.

"Come here," she interrupted.

"Oh — you want to go...again? I don't know, Livvie, I think we should still give it a nice rest," he said. "You know. For at least...an hour."

"No, I meant —" she laughed, pulling him upward again. "Just you, baby."

He looked at her in awe.

She traced his shaft with a single finger, from the bottom to the top.

He shuddered, watching her carefully.

"You have made me orgasm...three times today," she whispered, starting to stroke his dick. "You know what that is, baby?"

He exhaled, leaning forward and bracing himself against the mattress with both hands on each side of her head.

"Hm?"

"That's so fucking powerful," she nodded.

A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he looked down at her.

"You know my body so fucking well," she whispered, watching his dick continually get hard again.

"Yeah I...fucking do," he nodded in agreement.

"You know just how to get me there, don't you?" she asked.

He nodded at her, starting to slightly thrust into her hand.

"Yeah you do," she agreed, spreading around his pre-cum. "And so do I."

He watched her in pleasure, studying how her hands moved.

"I know just how to get you there, because I know your body better than anyone," she whispered, picking up her pace. "Don't I?"

"You...do. You do —" he nodded, struggling to even get that out.

"That's right. So I'm gonna make you come for the third time today, too."

He nodded at her — because she'd completely taken over control now. Three times was certainly no picnic, especially with two so close together. But he had no doubt she could do it, even despite his tired body.

"Okay?" she whispered, giving him a smile.

"...Okay — okay," he nodded eagerly, hanging his head and closing his eyes. He started to relax in that position, until he felt a warm, wet mouth around him.

His eyes jolted open to see her propped up on both elbows behind her, going to town on his erect dick like it was candy.

"Oh — Jesus," he moaned.

Her eyes had been briefly closed too, but now she opened them to meet his.

His mouth about dropped open, watching her. Her breasts moved slightly up and down with each bob of her head. Her tongue coated the underside of his dick while her lips tightened around him.

And soon she stuck just to the tip with her mouth — something that drove him nuts — and rubbed his shaft with her hand at the same time.

He let out almost a whimper the second she narrowed in on his tip.

"Oh —" he moaned, watching it all. "Oh, baby, oh my God."

In minutes, he was actually close — and he'd gotten there much quicker than he would have imagined, given how spent his body was.

Her power.

"Come in my mouth," she murmured.

He started to pant, clenching his fingers against the sheets. "I'm going to — I'm...I'm going to, Olivia."

She moved her head faster and he found one of his hands moving to her breasts. He squeezed it desperately, rubbing her nipple in circular motions.

He exploded into her mouth — as his body jerked and shuddered through it. He panted and moaned in response, feeling his eyes squeeze tightly shut.

He saw her swallow, but some cum dripped out of her mouth as he finished.

Another image that would be wonderfully burned into his brain for the rest of his existence.

She wiped her mouth and made use of the damp washcloth again, while he collapsed on the bed once more.

"Oh my...fuck," he whispered, wiping his sweaty face.

She massaged his now soft dick with the washcloth too, but it was safe to say they were both in desperate need of showers to rinse off.

"And...that makes three," she said, collapsing next to him.

"Fucking...powerful," he whispered, lazily, closing his eyes. "My God."

"Thank you, smiley," she giggled.

"Smiley says welcome," he nodded absentmindedly.

She smiled at him.

"You sleepy?" she asked.

"Mhm," he nodded. "Sleepy and...uh, sticky. I need to take care of this stickiness first, so I can...go let Hank out, since we...ditched him. Then...then I can probably sleep."

She was laughing. "Sorry about that."

"Sorry about what? That was...that was fucking great," he said. "And...you know...that one song that played earlier? That song was great too. It sounded really...fucking sexual. It keeps replaying in my head. I think...I liked it a lot."

She was giggling because if she hadn't made note of the song when it first came on she would have no idea what he meant by "that song." Not very specific.

"Call Out My Name," she whispered, intertwining their legs.

"Well I definitely...did that a lot before," he replied.

"No — baby. That's —" she shook her head, laughing. "That's the name of the song. The sexual one."

His cheeks flushed and his eyes widened. "Oh! Oh. Duh. Got it. Sorry, baby. I'm...I'm drunk."

"I know, baby, it's okay," she laughed, snuggling into his side.

When he wasn't busy being horny, or purposefully dirty at her request — he was kind of funny as a drunk. Mostly, just blunt, really honest, and happy to swear.

Fair enough.

"You deserved this," she murmured.

"What? To get...sucked off? Thank you," he nodded gratefully.

She put her hand to her face and giggled. "Not exactly what I meant, but sure, that too."

"Oh. Fuck. Whoops."

She turned his chin toward her mouth and pecked his lips briefly, giving him a smile and raising her eyebrow at him.

"I give you head all the time," she whispered.

"Yeah, you do," he agreed in a whisper, kissing her again. "And you're fucking good at it."

"Thank you," she said with a laugh.

"You're good at everything you do," he whispered. "You are...perfect."

She lifted her head, lifting her head to study him. "Well that isn't true, but I appreciate it, honey."

"It is true," he protested. "It's true to me."

She smiled. "Well, you are perfect to me, too. You are...an angel."

He lifted his head, too, meeting her eyes.

"I love you," he said, almost desperately.

"I love you too," she replied, reaching for his hand.

His eyes glanced back and forth between her eyes, and he let the alcohol give him some last final courage for the night.

"Olivia."

"Fitzgerald," she replied.

"I know, um...I know we haven't been together for that long. How long...has it been?" he questioned.

They both thought back.

"Well...it's hard to really know for sure because of when..." she trailed off. "You know."

"Because of when we...broke up," he said quietly.

"Right. I hate calling it that, but...that's what happened," she admitted. "I don't remember when we first initially started because we flirted for like...ever."

"Yeah. Well, whatever. Doesn't...matter. Long time or short time...when you know, you just...know. And I know. I already know," he confessed.

Her heart leaped at the direction of the conversation — but his drunken words were still a tiny bit vague.

"You already know?" she asked, a small smile on her face.

"Yeah. I already know," he nodded.

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "And...what is it that you already know?"

"I...wanna marry you."

Her eyes widened at the sentence, not quite expecting it to be that.

"I know I probably shouldn't say that, because...well, I'm married right now," he said honestly. "I'm currently trying to get out of it, and clearly...being married hasn't exactly gone in my favor."

She swallowed nervously as he spoke.

"But I made the wrong choice when I married her. I...I disrespected the meaning of marriage with...with my choice. And I hate that I did that. I want to marry someone...for real. Not for pretend. I want to marry someone for the right fucking reasons, and...you are the only person that would give me...those reasons. And...I know I've had too much to drink, so...this is coming out a lot easier than it would otherwise. But it doesn't make it...any less true."

He fiddled with her fingers, rubbing the top of her hand with his thumb nervously.

She wasn't saying anything back now, and it made him anxious.

"Sorry. This is...saying too much. I don't...I don't want to...overwhelm you. I should have shut up," he said nervously, reading her face.

"No, baby, oh my God, no," she shook her head. "I was just surprised, that's all! I wasn't sure where that was going."

"Good...surprised?" he asked.

"Good surprised," she nodded, kissing his hands. "Great surprised. You know I want you. You've seen me be a big old baby about it because I'm so impatient for you to fully be mine."

He was chuckling in relief, smiling at her with that adorable, crooked smile of his.

"So...I'm very glad you wanted to tell me," she nodded. "Because I want to marry you, too. When you know...you know."

She cupped his cheeks, smiling at the man she loved so much as he smiled back. And they enjoyed a few kisses.

"I know...we haven't even told our mothers about us. Or...many others, for that matter. I know that...if people knew our back story, they'd talk. They're probably going to talk. We've gotten looks in the past, and...they sure as hell won't be the last looks we ever get. But I don't care. I don't care," he whispered, kissing her lips.

"I don't care either," she whispered back, kissing him eagerly.

"You are all that matters," he said. "The love of my life."

She was leaning into him eagerly for more kisses, during such a soft moment. He pulled her on top of her and kissed her passionately, letting his tongue wander.

And although they were still naked as could be, which was always nice, it wasn't about that. Both were pretty sexed out for the day, truly.

But kisses were always up for grabs with them. And now, after having such an oddly-timed important conversation, it felt good to show each other some more appreciation.

Especially because while Olivia wasn't really one to care what people thought — Fitz was. He'd admitted it before, that he had trouble with that. And this admission — this promise to her — felt really nice.

And now that she thought back, she realized that maybe this conversation wasn't as oddly-timed as she thought, and she maybe should have seen it coming in some form. She remembered this afternoon, when she'd been trying on his sweatshirts.

"So...you were trying to get somewhere this afternoon with talk of your last name on my back, huh?" she asked, pressing her lips to his.

Their eyes stayed open as they shared a soft, sweet kiss, and he nodded. "Yes. Sort of. That was my...embarrassingly weak attempt."

"It wasn't embarrassing — it was hot," she replied.

He smirked. "Oh yeah? So...it got me somewhere?"

"It got you somewhere," she nodded. "And...then, got you here."

"Naked," he said, looking at their bodies. "Always a pleasure."

"Always," she laughed, tuning into the music still playing loudly in the house. "We better quiet down now, before the Hamptons calls the cops on us."

"The Hamptons," he chuckled. "The entire Hamptons?"

"Yep. The whole place," she nodded, giggling.

All jokes aside, it was late, and not only were their bodies physically tired, they were sleepy too.

So, they got up to get ready for bed. Hank needed to be let out, and they both needed to deal with the stickiness Fitz spoke of.

And then, after another fun day, they'd be off to sleep yet again.

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The next morning, Fitz stirred from the sun peeking through the curtains. And he smiled, sighing comfortably when he saw the woman lying next to him.

Her beautiful skin was glowing in the early morning sunlight. She was pressed into his body, but facing the other way right now.

Even still, he could see her long eyelashes resting on the tops of her cheeks. Her full lips. The pretty light blue, silk headscarf she had on.

Her favorite color. Light blue.

That hickey on her neck — of course, still very visible.

She was always a sight to see. His favorite sight.

They still had so much of the week left. So much more time to spend together. Today he did want to spend some time doing things he'd normally do on a Monday. Work out. Check in to work a bit, even though this week would be slow.

It sure as hell was still a vacation of sorts, so he was leaving room today and the rest of the week — to continue relaxing and spending time with Olivia, too.

And one of those pastimes involved a promise he made her. He smirked to himself, leaning in closer to her body. She'd be up soon anyway — she had an internal clock just like he did. So he didn't feel too bad for wanting to wake her up. At least he'd be doing it in a way she'd for sure enjoy.

His hands first wrapped around her stomach — and then snuck up to her breasts for a minute. A nice minute.

She was a light sleeper, so she started to move around a little bit right away.

He massaged her breasts lightly through her T-shirt. Which, actually, was one of his old shirts she'd found.

She really would be coming out of this weekend with a new wardrobe.

Her nipples grew hard and he began to feel them through the cotton. But he didn't stay there too long. He wanted to get to his promise.

His lips pressed light kisses against her neck just under her headscarf as she continued to stir, inhaling deeply and letting out a content sigh.

Fitz's large hands were on their way to her hips now, which were only covered with a pair of panties.

Easy access this morning, he thought to himself.

He traced the silky fabric with his fingers for a minute, making sure she was well aware, and waiting.

She was.

Her legs slowly widened from their previous position stacked on top of each other. She lifted her right leg off the left one and tilted her hips toward him, giving him much easier access.

So he slipped his fingers into her panties and started rubbing her clit gently, continuing his kisses on her neck.

She inhaled sharply at the contact and reached behind him, running her hand down his thigh.

"Good morning," he murmured against her skin.

"Clearly, it is," she whispered, turning her head toward him.

She felt his steady breath on her neck before he brushed his lips against her ear.

"I made you a promise."

"I love this promise," she moaned, feeling the perfect circles his fingers were moving in.

"I think tomorrow morning...I'm gonna use my mouth instead. Does that still...fulfill my promise? Am I allowed to...switch it up?" he whispered.

"Yes — yes," she nodded eagerly.

She found her hand sneaking its way from his thigh to in between his legs, but he shook his head and pulled her hand away — even though he was definitely not soft. She'd felt him briefly.

"No, no. Just you right now," he whispered.

She looked at him pleadingly, but he gave her a smile, leaning in to kiss her.

He thoroughly enjoyed giving her a nice clit rub. It relaxed her so much, and he loved feeling it swell against his fingers in response.

And he could make her orgasm pretty quickly. He knew just how she liked it rubbed. How gentle to be — how fast to go, and which fingers she liked best.

Plus — he'd figured out that she particularly enjoyed it in the mornings.

With great pleasure — from both of them — he got her there, and her body shook and jerked through her climax.

What a great way to start off the day.

And it really was just the beginning. After that, they were eager to get up to start their morning.

Like a normal weekday would have been for them in the past, they fed little Hank and let him out to the bathroom, and then got ready to work out.

Jean didn't have a full workout room with equipment like Fitz had, or like Olivia was used to using at her gym in the city. Jean's room was more of a yoga room — which Olivia had seen briefly during her tour of the house initially. It did make a lot of sense why the tiny woman was in such good shape, too.

She had weights and mats, and jump ropes galore. An elliptical, and even a pull-up bar of her own.

It would do perfectly for the week.

"I used to use this room every day before school," Fitz nodded, stretching his legs as he looked at Olivia.

"Oh yeah?" Olivia asked with a smile. "Did she used to have equipment?"

"No. She used to have heavier weights in here for me, though. My dad's old ones from...ages ago, that I would use. But we always used equipment during football practice after school, so...I didn't need that. Mostly I just ran on the treadmill we used to have, and became...a really good jump roper," he chuckled.

"Really?! You better show me, mister," she said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Oh God," he chuckled. "It's been forever since I've used one."

"Well, if you used to be a master...I'm expecting great things," she said, stretching her legs, too.

"How about you expect...mediocre things for now," he warned, going to grab one that was his size.

She giggled, shaking her head at him. "Okay, okay. No pressure. But I am curious."

He picked one that sufficed, and looked at her anxiously.

"Don't laugh if I...embarrass myself."

"I promise not to laugh," she nodded.

He put the rope out in front of him and started out slow, swinging the rope in the tall, spacious room. It caught underneath his foot a couple times to start, but then he got back into it. He used to be able to skip rope and go insanely fast; it was truly a great workout for your body. It was something that could really get your heart rate up and make you sweat — so the first few moments of doing it already made him want to get back into it.

He did start to impress her though, when he skipped the rope, and she watched how quickly the rope began to turn in his hands.

"Damn!" she yelled, watching him go. He kind of did look like a pro.

He also looked damn good in those workout clothes. She really missed being his workout partner.

After a few minutes, he slowed to a stop and smiled at her while she clapped.

"Ten outta ten, very sexy, baby," she nodded.

He gave her a small bow and put the rope back, and pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"That's a good warm-up," he nodded. "I forgot how good that feels."

"Well, please feel free to become the ultimate jump rope master again because it's nice watching you," she shrugged, beginning her warm-up jumping jacks.

He smiled over at her, tipping his water bottle back as the water trickled into his mouth.

"You must not be...feeling it too much from last night," she said.

"No, I feel pretty good actually," he nodded. "I definitely need to eat after this, though."

"Yeah, me too," she agreed.

He swallowed and smiled at her, doing her warmup. "I miss working out with you."

"I miss it too."

"I'm uh...I'm going to do a HIIT workout, okay?" he said, taking up one of the mats.

"Yeah you are," she nodded. "Pick a hard one. I'm gonna watch you from the elliptical."

"Okay," he chuckled.

He had a few that he switched off between — ones that he had memorized to an extent, and gradually added to as time went on to increase the difficulty. All he really needed was his phone as a timer.

So, between a HIIT workout and running on the elliptical, they had a pretty good leg day going. Fitz did like to get his arms working at least a little bit each weekday even if he focused on legs for the most part.

So, he used the pull-up bar, since the weights were more suited for his tiny mother. And Olivia, actually.

Olivia loved watching him do pull-ups. He'd taken his shirt off, so she got a nice view of his muscular upper body, and a better view of his ass in those shorts, too.

Pull-ups for the win.

After the nice sweat they got going, they headed down to get some protein in their systems, and get the coffee started. Always coffee.

"I'll make you some breakfast after we shower, if you want," he panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Actually, I'm going to wash my hair and stuff today since I didn't yesterday, so I'll be a while. You can hop in first, and I will make you breakfast while you shower, how's that?" she asked, giving him a smile.

"Oh. Okay. Thanks, Livvie," he nodded, pouring water into the coffee maker. "I'll...kinda miss you in the shower, though."

"Oh, baby, we have plenty more showers to spend together this week," she smirked. "Think about all the future...stickiness we'll have to take care of."

His eyes widened and he chuckled. "You've got a good point. Okay. Coffee's on. I'll be back down in a bit."

He came around the kitchen island and leaned in to peck her cheek.

She smiled and accepted it, smacking his ass lightly as he walked away.

"Powerful," he said quietly, giving her a wink before he headed up the stairs.

While he showered she made him some scrambled eggs with peppers and onions in them, a couple pieces of buttered toast, and cut up some fresh strawberries.

She, of course, had some for herself, too. She was entirely grateful for Jean's fine array of fresh produce.

She had it all piping hot for him on the island when he came down — looking sexy as all hell.

He had his AirPods in, appearing to be on a work call already. He wore jeans and a light sweater, which he was currently adjusting as he headed over to the island.

"Yeah, I'll send it over in a bit when it's finished," Fitz said, talking to his colleague.

He smiled, leaning in for another greeting kiss.

She pecked his lips, eyeing him up and down admirably.

"Thanks, baby," he whispered, grabbing his fork.

"Mhm," she nodded quietly, smiling at him.

God, he was hot.

"No — not you, Jackson," he clarified.

That had Olivia giggling quietly.

"Alright, yep. Thanks. Bye."

He cleared his throat and put his AirPods away, immediately starting to eat.

"Sorry about that, baby," he said, taking a bite. "This is fantastic, thank you."

"No worries! And you are very welcome. I see you're busy already!"

He shrugged. "We'll see. I expected to come back to some things this morning, just like I do every weekend. But I think it'll still be a quiet day, and week. I have to work on a few things, but...I will try to do as much as I can while you're doing your hair."

She smiled at him, making plans and thinking things through.

"Well — thank you, honey. You do what you need to do, though. You don't worry about me," she said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "I'm gonna go jump in the shower, okay?"

"Mmkay," he nodded. "Thanks for breakfast."

"Always," she said over her shoulder, walking upstairs with her coffee in hand.

He watched her walk away with a smile.

And, since he knew he had some time before she was back, he really did get a start on some things for work.

After he finished his breakfast, of course.

The morning blurred into the early afternoon. Fitz made a late lunch for the two of them after Olivia had finished with her hair — and they both worked a little more together at the table. Hank relaxed at the foot of the table, happy to be by them.

But in time, working led to online house hunting.

Eventually, they were fully invested in the places he had bookmarked on his laptop. Places in a variety of different areas near Rye, including the city. Places he was going to sort through with Karen — because she wanted to help him find somewhere.

That had them in a great mood — listening to the radio through the speakers and getting excited when they found a new place to add to his list.

Olivia loved it. She loved the thought of him moving out, because that meant they could have time together like they were having now. Like they used to — but better in a million ways. Not in the Rye house, and not in her tiny city residence either.

A new, fresh place.

And not only did she love looking with him, she just loved that he was including her in the process, and asking her opinions on things. It truly meant the world to her.

They ended up adding a few more places to the list during their search, and also got to listen to a lot of throwback hits together on the radio.

They had to turn the current song down, though, when Fitz got a call. A very important call.

"Oh. Baby, it's K. Can we turn it down for a minute?" Fitz asked, looking down at his phone.

"Oh! Of course!" Olivia nodded, turning it all the way down on her phone, which was synced with the speakers.

He cleared his throat and answered the phone.

"Hey, sweet girl!"

"Hi, daddy!"

Olivia heard the sweet, muffled voice through the phone and a huge smile covered her face.

Fitz took note and put it on speaker so she could hear better.

Olivia was very appreciative. If only she could actually talk to Karen with Fitz, too.

In time.

"How are you?"

"I'm good. Are you busy with your work? Mommy said you might be today," Karen said.

"Not at all. I'm never ever too busy for you. How's Florida?" he asked.

"Dad — it's the best. But I miss you lots."

He smiled to himself. "I miss you lots too! What are you up to today?"

Olivia smiled, watching him go into super adorable dad mode.

"Me and grandma are going down to the beach soon. I'm going to swim, and read my book, too. And mom and auntie Harmony are going to shop!"

"Well that sounds very fun. I'm so jealous!" he said.

"Yeah. Grandma said it's been a couple years since you've been down here," Karen noted.

"It sure has," Fitz agreed. "But I remember how nice it is. I'm so glad you get to spend the week there with your favorite girls."

"Me too, dad! I love it here. Are you loving it at grandma Jean's house?" Karen asked.

He chuckled and Olivia had to fight back a laugh, herself.

"You know, I am. Been working a little bit, and...going through my old closet," he said, peering up at Olivia.

She was left having to fight back laughter again.

"Oh! Well — I hope you don't have to work the whole entire week, daddy. Aren't you supposed to have a vacation too?"

Olivia pointed at the phone importantly and nodded at Fitz. His daughter had it exactly right!

He shook his head and smiled at her.

"You are very right, sweetheart. I won't work too hard. Promise," he said.

"Good, dad," Karen said, satisfied. "Will you say hi to my Hank for me?"

"Of course I will. He's right here by my feet. And you know, he misses you so much," Fitz replied.

"He does?!" Karen asked.

"Mhm. Told me so himself."

That had Karen giggling uncontrollably on the other end, which had Fitz and Olivia smiling.

"Dad. That was a good one," Karen admitted.

"Thanks, baby," he chuckled. "I'm serious, though — he does miss you. I know he'd prefer to fall asleep by your bed than in grandma's living room."

"Yeah," Karen laughed. "I miss him too."

"Well, he will be so happy to see you when you come home. And so will I!" Fitz nodded.

"Me too," Karen said. "Oh. Okay. Dad — I think we are leaving for the beach now."

"Alright, K. Go have fun. Send me some pictures!"

"Okay! I will!" Karen nodded. "Maybe I can call you again another time. Like...in two days, or something?"

He chuckled internally.

"Absolutely, honey. How about I'll call you in a couple days," he suggested.

"Okay!"

"Alright. Have a good time at the beach, K. Say hi to everyone for me."

"I will! Oh — grandma is saying 'hi Fitz' right now," Karen informed him.

He chuckled. "Hello, grandma Maggie."

"She is waving. Okay. I will talk to you soon!" she said.

"Okay. Bye, Karen. I love you!"

"I love you too. Bye, daddy."

He hung up and nodded to Olivia. "Okay. You can turn the music back on."

Olivia nodded and turned it back up. "She is so cute."

"Yes," he laughed.

"She must not ever be away from you for very long," Olivia guessed.

He shook his head. "No. A week is about...as long as she's ever gone. They've done this Florida's girls trip before, but it's been a while. That's...one thing I'm worried about, for the future. I will...admit that."

Olivia nodded solemnly. "Not...seeing her every day?"

"Yeah," he said quietly. "It will be fine. I'm sure...a week is as long as it will ever be for the most part then, too. But...it does make me nervous, for her sake. And...for mine."

She looked at his adorable but slightly sad face as he admitted that.

"Oh, honey," Olivia sighed, reaching for his hand.

He shrugged and laughed. "I know. I have to be less sensitive about that. Mellie will have to deal with it, too."

"Neither of you have to be less sensitive about it at all," Olivia shook her head. "She's your daughter. Of course it will be a change. You have every right to feel sensitive and sad about it. I'm sorry, baby."

"Oh, don't be, Liv. This is what's best — we all know that now. And just like anything else, we'll learn."

Olivia nodded in agreement, because that was all very true. But it didn't make it any less hard to hear.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with...all these changes, in such a small amount of time," she said.

Change was scary, and hard. And she remembered just hard it was for him. Big changes were part of the reason they'd ended things between them back in the fall.

He shrugged. "It's what needs to be done. All of it. And I will be just fine. I'm always...just fine."

Olivia sighed, squeezing his hand affectionately. "You always say that."

"It's true," he replied.

"It's not always true, Fitzgerald."

He looked at her, and then nodded slowly. "You know I'm...getting help."

"I do know, baby," she replied. "And I'm so glad about that."

He nodded hesitantly, but then looked at her confidently. "I'm glad too."

"Yeah?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Even though I'm sure I don't show it."

"You definitely do not show it," she laughed. "Next week is when you have your appointment, right?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'm really hopeful about it," Olivia smiled.

"Well, that's good to hear. I think I...owe this to you. You are really the reason that...I'm doing this."

"...I am?" she asked softly.

"Yes," he nodded. "I mean, my mother's been on me for years about it, but I usually chalked that up to her being my mother. She worries about me, just like...every other mother worries about their kids. So...it was wrong of me, but I didn't take it seriously enough, coming from her. And I should have, which is...entirely on me. Abby has tried, too, but she tends not to push me too hard when I push back. You, on the other hand...I don't know. I guess...it just took the love of my life to tell me to get in line for me to really do it."

She giggled at him and gave him a smile. "Well, I'm glad. I don't want to push you too hard either, I just...worry about you. Like Jean and Abby do."

"I know. And I should have listened before now. That's on me."

"You have nothing to apologize for. I can understand your frustration with it for sure," Olivia nodded. "I don't want to overstep. But...what about Mellie? Has she ever voiced concerns about this before now, since she's in the medical field?"

"You're not overstepping at all. You know you can ask me anything," he replied, rubbing his thumb over her hand. "She was probably...somewhat concerned. But she just didn't talk to me about things, really. Neither of us did. She'd make comments here and there, but they weren't always...supportive. Only recently did she kind of realize how bad it had gotten, and...obviously, she's the reason I'm seeing Dr. North, specifically. So I give her credit for that."

"Right," Olivia nodded. "But...until recently, she wasn't always supportive?"

Fitz shook his head no. "I was used to it. It didn't bother me. You know how bad things used to be between us."

Olivia sighed solemnly. "Well, I know that, I just...wow. It's just hard for me to imagine her not supporting you through something so serious, Fitz."

He nodded. "I think she paired my anxiety with, um...my quietness. Like...in her mind, they went hand in hand. Which...they can, to an extent. But for me — they don't. Even if I didn't have anxiety, I would still be quiet. And vice versa. It's just how I am. But...she despised me for that. Always has. Maybe not as much anymore, since our relationship has...improved. But it always bothered her, so I'm not surprised she wasn't supportive."

"The fact that you're quiet bothered her?" Olivia asked.

"Oh yeah. Even from the beginning, I got the sense she didn't really appreciate that I wasn't as outgoing as she was. That was always the...big flaw I had in her eyes. Which...is a big part of me, so...you can see why we didn't work very well, probably."

They both stifled a laugh.

"Uh...yeah," Olivia agreed. "But...I can't imagine that at all. Oh my goodness."

"What?" he asked.

"I can't imagine it bothering someone so much. I...absolutely love that about you," Olivia shrugged.

"You...do?" he asked.

"Yes, baby. I do," she nodded. "I think it's very cute. You wouldn't be you if you weren't the way you are. You wouldn't be you if you weren't shy, or...quiet. If you didn't blush all the time, and get nervous. And I love you for you. All parts of you. Everything," Olivia said.

And would you look at that. He was blushing.

"Oh, man. Wow," he noted, looking at her with flushed cheeks. "Thank you, Olivia."

"There's nothing to thank me for, I'm just telling you my truth!" she said, squeezing his hand. "And...you have your moments, by the way. When you're working, you could fool anyone. You're not quiet at all then. And...you can go on and on talking to me. Or K, or your mom. And sometimes you really surprise people. Like when you slam a woman up against a door and kiss her, or eat her out like it's your profession. Or, you know, rail her against the wall so hard that she hurts the next day."

She'd said that last part with a simple shrug, and they both looked at each other with a straight face until they couldn't anymore.

They started laughing and he shrugged.

"Look, when it comes to my girl..."

She nodded through her laughter. "That's right! You tell 'em."

"Sometimes I really wish I could tell people off. Not...I mean, not about the sexual things I do with my girlfriend," he chuckled, which had her laughing. "But...people like Mellie, you know. Extroverts who shame those who aren't extroverts. I dealt with a lot of those types growing up."

"Oh no, really?" she asked.

"Yeah. They always used to tell me, an introvert, to be more talkative, because...they realized I'm 'funny,' or...'nice to talk to,' or 'cool when they got to know me.' But...as nice as their intentions were — it got old. It always felt like the way that I naturally am...was a bad thing. As if...I couldn't be funny, or nice to talk to, or cool without also just...being me. And...that isn't fair, because I don't control that. I am this way, and I don't try to be, I just am. And I can't just change it either, nor would I want to. But...still, you didn't see me going up to those extroverts telling them to shut up for a damn change. I bet they wouldn't like that, would they?"

Olivia started screaming, laughing.

"Oh my God, baby."

"What?"

She wiped at her eyes and tried to control her laughter.

"I would have paid all the money in my bank account to see that scenario," she giggled.

He shrugged. "I should have. Wonder how they would have felt."

"Not good! Would have shown them, that's for sure," she said.

"Yeah," he chuckled.

"Well, you, my sweet boyfriend — are perfect the way that you are. In every single way. So don't pay any mind to people that say otherwise."

"And that's exactly why you are not one of those extroverts," he said, smiling at her.

"Awww, so you wouldn't tell me to 'shut up for a damn change'?" she asked sweetly.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "God no. You go ahead and talk all day to me, baby. I could listen forever. I...I plan to listen forever."

She sighed sweetly and leaned in. "I love you."

"I love you too," he nodded.

"I know," she smiled. "And please tell me, by the way, if anyone tries it with you these days. I'll throw hands, I don't care. Watch me."

He burst into laughter again. "It's okay. It doesn't bother me as much anymore, and doesn't happen often either. Mostly when I was younger. I do appreciate your willingness to, um...throw hands for me, though, Liv."

"Absolutely," she nodded. "I will do anything for my man."

"And I would do anything for you," he said, kissing her hand. "I would...throw hands any day. Anything you ever need. Anything. You deserve...the entire fucking world, Olivia."

She looked up at him admirably. "The whole world, huh?"

"Actually...more like, the multiverse," he corrected himself. "K would agree with that term."

She giggled, shaking her head. "You're so cute."

He smiled, leaning in to kiss her lips. He paused against them, starting to listen to the song that had just begun to play.

"Work From Home."

Olivia tuned it out because it had been so overplayed everywhere when it came out. But Fitz clearly tuned it out less than she did.

"This is that one pop song everyone used to obsessed with, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, indeed," she laughed, getting up to go fill her water.

He took the opportunity to scroll through his emails, making sure he hadn't missed anything of importance during their house hunt and conversation after.

"I thought so. There's a song about everything these days, isn't there?" he asked mindlessly.

"What do you mean?" she questioned.

He nodded to the speakers. "Like...working from home."

Her lips slowly broke into a smile and she fought back a laugh.

"Did you…listen to the lyrics, Fitz?"

He looked at her funny.

"Yes. All I heard was 'work from home.' It was...kind of annoying, to be honest. I'm quite literally trying to work from home right now, I don't need the reminder."

"Uh-huh, right, but I have a feeling you're still not getting it," she laughed.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah...'You don't have to go to work — but you have to go to work.' Or...whatever. Work from home — all that."

She was giggling.

"Honey. Baby. Work. From home," Olivia nodded. "We can work from home."

He thought about it, and the realization began to hit him.

Wait a second.

"We can...work from home," he said again slowly.

"'Let my body do the work,'" she quoted. "'You gotta put in work.' From home."

He opened his mouth slightly and then covered his eyes embarrassedly.

"You got me now?" she asked, looking at him with a laugh.

He was blushing, looking at her with an embarrassed smile. "I got you now."

"That's why they made the song," she laughed from the kitchen. "Not to remind you of your literal job that you're doing remotely."

He was...astonished. "I...really did not listen to those lyrics close enough."

"Apparently not," she giggled.

"Hm. Well...when are you and I gonna work from home next?" he asked.

She peeked her head around the corner, raising her eyebrow.

"I mean…" she began.

He raised his eyebrow back and nodded his head upstairs.

She nodded and started heading toward the stairs, watching him slowly get up. And then she bolted up the stairs, hearing him immediately start racing after him.

"Oh — shit," he chuckled, almost slipping. That wooden floor was slippery as hell.

Hank perked up and tilted his head in confusion. Weird humans.

Olivia had a head start on Fitz and she was fast, so he didn't catch her. But he chuckled to himself as he saw her shirt at the top of the steps. He reached for his own sweater and dropped it behind him somewhere, almost missing the entrance to the door of his bedroom. He just about overshot it, which had her laughing her ass off on the bed in his bedroom.

"Whoops," he chuckled, undoing his belt before practically jumping on the bed and mounting her.

"I almost had multiple mishaps," he laughed, leaning down to kiss her. She was giggling against his mouth reaching for his pants.

They worked together to get them both naked. And they worked fast, dropping their clothes off the side of the bed.

His lips returned to hers afterward, as he lay on top of her. Both of them gradually starting to feel the others' wetness between their legs.

Her tongue went deep into his mouth and he lapped it with his, starting to grind against her. His stiff dick rubbed against her clit and it drove her crazy in the best way.

She moaned in delight, with his naked body against hers. Kissing the lips she could kiss all day, every day.

But soon he pulled away, letting out a staggering breath against her lips.

"Turn over."

She panted, watching him get up on his knees as he rubbed her legs.

But she was eager. So she slowly got up and flipped her body.

She heard him fiddling with a box and a wrapper, so she prepared herself to feel his thick, long latex-covered dick prodding her.

"On my knees?" she asked, over her shoulder.

His eyes flickered up to her as he put his condom on and he bit his lip, watching her get up on her knees without confirmation.

He nodded eagerly, seeing her slick, tight opening just waiting for him.

His dick throbbed in his hand.

He scooted forward and laced his hand in hers against the headboard, resting his tip against her entrance.

Slowly, he eased in, immediately feeling her tight walls grip him, which had them both moaning in pleasure.

He started to thrust in and out slowly, lightly connecting with her ass with each thrust.

When she'd fully adjusted to him he picked up his pace, using both his hands to grip her hips tightly now.

He started hitting it faster, and paused all the way inside her after he smacked into her hard. She gasped, tangling her fingers in the sheets.

Looking down at their bodies completely flush with each other — him all the way inside her — had him groaning in pleasure.

She was currently in her own little world of delight right now — feeling him and rubbing her own clit. He could hear every pleasured moan. They made his dick twitch inside her.

"How's it...feel, baby?" he asked, rolling his hips steadily into her again.

She moaned in response, leaning back into his thrusts more.

"So...good. You are...so big," she whispered, gripping the headboard.

That would always boost a man's confidence.

His cheeks flushed as he pumped harder in response. Wanting her to feel every inch that much more.

He reached his arms in front of her, grasping her fingers against the sheets with one hand, and moving his other up to her jaw.

Her breath was coming out fast and heavy, and he soon felt it against his face when he turned her face up and to the side to meet his.

He captured her lips in a desperate kiss, gripping her jaw tightly as he neared his climax.

His whole body shuddered against her, and he put everything he had into kissing her.

The completely twisted, upside-down angle they were kissing in made it all the more enjoyable to focus on her bottom lip. He bit it playfully, before sliding his tongue back inside to meet hers.

When he got to the point that he couldn't kiss her anymore, he was plunging into her from behind so deeply that his lower body muscles were starting to cramp from that position. His muscles were tight and clenched, but he'd soon feel them release.

"Baby," he groaned, gripping her hands tightly. "Oh...God, Livvie—"

He spilled into his condom, thrusting in and out of her all the way through his orgasm.

She moaned happily, enjoying the feeling of her pleasured boyfriend inside of her.

He paused inside of her afterward, not wanting to depart from her warm, wet snugness. They fit so well together.

He missed her the second he pulled out, looking down at her body longingly.

But she still hadn't finished and he couldn't have that — so he pushed his own selfish want aside.

She turned back over gingerly as he took care of his condom. Now she was really feeling sore, because her body had not entirely recovered from last night's fucking. This afternoon had not been nearly at that level, but it still hadn't been gentle either.

"Whew," she whispered, closing her legs. She needed a hot minute.

Apparently Fitz didn't think so, though.

She heard him coming back from the bathroom, but definitely didn't expect he'd lay down in front of her and be all up in there again.

It started with his hands wandering down her stomach, and massaging her tired thighs, which she appreciated.

But then his sneaky finger slid inside her with ease.

She wasn't ready for it though, so her muscles tightened and she gasped, looking up at him.

"It's okay," he whispered, using his other hand to start rubbing her clit with his index finger. "Relax. There you go."

Her body instantly relaxed at his soothing, quiet voice, and his gentle fingers. She could handle that — just nothing more right now.

"You sore, baby?" he nodded, reading her mind.

She nodded silently, reaching out for something to hold onto. Anything really.

He settled in on his stomach, wrapping an arm around one of her legs so that he could rub her clit from above, and so she had something else to hold onto.

She gripped his wrist immediately, arching her back at the finger that was inside of her right now.

"Yeah, I know...I know," he nodded, rubbing her walls gently with his finger. "I'll be nice and gentle. Just like this. You like this?"

She let out a very unsteady breath and nodded eagerly, not able to meet his eyes.

Which was fine. He was too busy watching her body, anyway. Her swelling clit beneath his thumb. How easily his finger was going in and out of her. She was practically dripping now, too, and since he was on his stomach right in front of her, he saw it all within inches from his face. She began widening her legs too, which had his dick twitching again. But he ignored it.

"That's right. There you go," he nodded, helping her open her legs wider.

She was already so close, he could see it. He'd just about gotten her there before he finished.

He gently added another finger, but kept all of his movements slow and soft so nothing was uncomfortable for her.

Her eyes about rolled back in her head at his slow, agonizing movements. But his fingers knew her so well.

She was coming in no time, letting out a soft yell.

He watched her come in satisfaction, giving her a smile.

"There," he whispered. "Feel a little better?"

"Yes," she agreed tiredly. "God...yes."

"Good. I'm sorry you're sore, though," he winced, scooting up to lay beside her. "That's definitely...my fault."

She laughed quietly. "Don't be sorry — I asked for it. And I'll be fine. Probably just need to...chill out for the rest of the day. You know. If we can possibly do that."

"Yeah. We've been, like...really going at it these past few days," he nodded, eyes wide.

"I know! It's been nice though," she said, holding up her hand.

He clasped his hand in hers and smiled. "Yeah. It really has been. Is this...what you meant, when you told me you wanted it to be a...much more common occurrence for me?"

She laughed. "Yes — although...I think we are still overshooting even my expectations."

"Mine too. I'm not sure how I was even functioning the third go-around yesterday. I was...honestly, impressed with myself," he admitted.

"I was impressed with you too," she nodded seriously. "That bounce-back time, too, baby. I mean...my God."

"Thank you!" he exclaimed proudly. "I'm really...kind of glad you noticed, because I noticed."

"You're welcome," she laughed. "Hard not to notice when it only took you a few minutes to get hard again."

"Yeah. I guess I can't take all the credit, because...you are the reason I...get hard. Really...hard."

"Really hard," she whispered, eyes flickering down between his legs. He was soft now, but still wonderful to look at.

"Really...long, and thick too," she added, biting her lip.

He watched her eyes linger between his legs and his cheeks flushed again.

He smiled shyly at her and looked down at the sheets.

"You talking like that is definitely going to make me hard again."

She laughed, squeezing his hand. "Alright. We can chill out for a while. I think I'm in desperate need of it right now, too, or else you might break me."

"Yeah, let's not do that," he agreed. "I think we should, uh...wash these sheets, anyway. They've been through many things."

"Many things," she agreed.

After that little afternoon adventure — they abstained for over a day. But in reality, they didn't really chill out much for the rest of their little vacation.

Just about every morning began with Fitz's hand — or mouth — down there as promised, and every night ended with the two of them making love under the sheets. Afternoons spent in bed were a bonus.

And although they were in bed constantly, and it was even more amazing each time — it wasn't the highlight of the week. The highlight was just getting to be together. Spending time with each other just the two of them.

Even if it was just working side by side, exercising in the mornings, or reading together in silence. They didn't feel they got to spend enough time together in their current situation — so it was all cherished.

But there were also extra perks that week — getting to spend it all at a beautiful house in the Hamptons being one of them.

But also; freedom and privacy. House hunting. And even two dates — one for lunch and one for dinner, out in the Hamptons.

Getting calls and receiving pictures from his little girl, and sharing them with Olivia who was happy to save each of them. Tons of cooking together.

And of course, they made sure to take care of all the house sitting duties, since that was the reason Fitz was even there. The plants were watered. The trash and recycling had been taken care of. The entire house had been cleaned spotless — his bedroom getting an extra cleanse after everything that occurred in there. Fitz had even restocked the fridge and pantry for his mother — something he knew she would protest. Which is why he went ahead and did it anyway; because it couldn't be taken back.

And finally, he'd had to take Olivia back at the end of the week. Something he wasn't happy to do, and neither was she.

He promised her they'd see each other soon.

He'd timed her drop-off well with when he had to pick up his mom from the airport.

He had a lot of driving to do that day, but at least he'd get to spend the drive back to the Hamptons with his mother in the car. She was quite the talker, and even though he was the exact opposite — he loved her lots for it.

And she was so happy to see him.

He stood by his car, waiting for his mother to see him as she walked out of the airport doors near the crowded drop off and pick up.

She spotted his car pretty quickly, followed by him giving her a brief wave.

"Oh, there's my boy!" she exclaimed, rolling her suitcase behind her. She said goodbye to her friend behind her, who Fitz also waved to, and she headed over eagerly.

"Hey, mom," he greeted, as she came closer for a hug.

"Hello there, Fitzgerald! It's so wonderful to see you!" she exclaimed, accepting the kiss he planted on her cheek.

"It's great to see you too, mom," he nodded. "Here, I've got your bag."

"Oh, well thank you, son," she replied gratefully. "It was getting awfully heavy."

"Mhm," he nodded, pushing the suitcase into the back of his trunk.

He went and opened the passenger door for his mother who smiled at him as she got in.

"Oh, always my polite boy," she said, patting his arm. "Thank you, Fitzgerald."

"You're very welcome," he chuckled.

He headed around the other side to get in so they could get the hell out of that busy airport.

"Thank you again for picking me up, son, I know it's always a zoo here," she said gratefully, putting on her seat belt.

"No worries, mom. So how was your trip? Tell me all about it," he nodded, looking behind him as he pulled out of his spot.

"Oh, Fitz, it was just wonderful!" she exclaimed.

"I bet. You look tan!" he said.

"Oh, yes. Now, I tried to keep up with my sunblock. You know how my skin can be sometimes — I'd rather come back still pale than bright pink! But I think I managed it pretty well. You've just got to be careful down there in Turks, that sun is so strong —"

He smiled to himself as she went on about her sunblock routine, and gradually, about the trip as a whole.

It sounded like she'd truly had an amazing time, and he was happy about that. Every time she got to go away with her girlfriends he was thankful. He hated that she lived alone in the Hamptons house — and hearing about her having fun with her friends always made him happy.

Of course, he had to tell her a little bit about his week in the Hamptons, too. How he'd done everything on her list and a little more.

She was very thankful.

But the drive back to the house proved to be more than enough time to catch each other up on their weeks. Fitz hadn't yet gotten into the conversation he planned to have with her about everything going on with him recently — but he thought it would be nice to do so over a cup of coffee like he'd told her.

So, when they got home, he turned on the coffee pot immediately for them. It would be his fourth cup of the day.

Jean happily greeted Hank who came running excitedly from his dog bed in the living room. And she appreciated the look of the clean house around her.

"Well, Fitzgerald, it looks just spick and span in here!" she exclaimed. "Smells great, too. Thank you!"

"Of course. Thanks for letting me stay here all week," he said.

"No need to thank me. You helped me out a ton. And I'm glad you had a nice time here," she nodded.

"You shouldn't have to go shopping or anything this week, either," he said, gesturing to the fridge. "Think I got all your favorites."

"Oh, Fitz. You didn't!"

"No big deal, mom. I ate more than my fair share of your food. Way more than you bought for me initially. Just wanted to restock for you," he nodded.

Not to mention there'd been another person here this entire week...

"Well, thank you, Fitz. So kind of you," she said. "Now, you go on and sit at the table. I'll get our coffee ready; you've done plenty."

"Alright, mom," he chuckled. "I'm going to take your bag up to your room first, okay?"

"Oh, honey, no, that's okay. You just leave it!" she exclaimed, watching him lift it up anyway.

"Already doing it," he called out from the staircase.

"Oh, Fitzgerald," she shook her head. "I don't know what I would do without you, my boy."

When they settled in for coffee in the breakfast nook, Fitz sent a quick text back to Mellie, confirming their pickup plans for tomorrow when she and Karen got back to New York.

"Who are you chatting with over there now?" Jean asked curiously.

He clicked his phone off and gave her his full attention. "Just Mell."

"Ah," Jean nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. "And...this conversation you wanted to have with me today. Does it involve Melody?"

He cleared his throat and nodded. "It does, yes."

"And do you still want to have this conversation with me?"

"Uh...yeah. I do," he replied.

"Alright. Well, I'm all ears, honey," she nodded.

He grew a tad nervous, just because this was a big conversation with a big person in his life.

But he knew it was time.

"Okay," he nodded slowly. "Well. To start, um...I guess the most important thing is that...things are going to be changing a little bit in the near future with Mellie and me."

"Okay. How so?" Jean asked.

"Well. We are...deciding to separate," he nodded, clearing his throat. "I'm...actively looking for places, and when I find the right one...I'm going to move out."

She let out almost a sigh of relief.

"Oh, baby. Finally."

He peered up at her and chuckled. "You been...waiting for that news?"

"Son. I've been waiting for that news for a long, long time. And I think you know that, based on all the talks we've had and the advice I've given you."

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. I guess...it took me a while to start thinking straight."

She shrugged. "I think you were always thinking straight. You just wanted to do what others found acceptable. You did what you did for others. Not for you. And while that's admirable...it's not ideal."

"No," he agreed. "Not...at all. And it took me far too long to realize that. But...I did. We did."

She reached forward and took his hand, smiling at him.

"And, how do you feel about that?"

"Good," he nodded. "There were a few things that...led to my realization. And...I spent a lot of time trying to help Mellie see it too. It took a long time, and a lot of effort. But we're finally there. So I feel...really good about it."

"Good, Fitz. I'm so glad. And how about my Karen?"

"She knows," Fitz nodded. "We had a conversation with her. I think the uncertainty scares her a bit. But...she also took it well. She really did. In reality...she knew, too. There wasn't much that surprised her, either."

Jean nodded solemnly. "She's always been so smart. And that definitely has its pros and cons in this situation. But the fact that she wasn't completely blindsided is definitely a win here."

"Yes," he agreed.

"So...are you working on the papers, then, too?" Jean asked.

"Yes," he nodded. "Slowly. Mellie and I still have some things to figure out. Mostly...things to split up. Abby is helping us out. But...things between Mellie and me have been so much better since we both admitted that we just...don't work, and that we made a mistake. So...that bodes well for us. We can end things amicably, and that eliminates a lot of the stress that people go through."

"Oh, well that's just wonderful to hear, Fitz. I haven't always been a fan of how she's treated you. You know that. So if she's starting to sweeten up a bit, I appreciate that," Jean said. "But that Abigail — she's the sweetest. How nice of her to help you out!"

"Yes. Abby is amazing. I'm...so thankful for her," he nodded, sipping his coffee. "I don't know what I'd do without her."

"I'm thankful for her too. Especially with this," Jean nodded. "I'm going to have to call her up one of these days and thank her myself."

He chuckled. "You know she'd love to chat with you."

"She is just the sweetest," Jean nodded. "You have quite the best friend, son."

"That, I do," he agreed.

He'd better give her a call tonight, too. Always a pleasure to talk to her.

"Now, is she who you had over this week, or did you invite your girlfriend?" Jean asked casually.

The coffee he'd just been sipping slowly went completely down the wrong tube. He looked up at his mother in surprise and coughed, trying to get everything under control again.

Jean watched him with raised eyebrows, as he gathered himself.

He cleared his throat a few times and shook his head. "Wow. Excuse me, wrong...uh, tube, there. What did you say?"

She chuckled lightly and shook her head. "Oh, Fitzgerald Thomas. We both know you heard me."

He looked at her questionably and saw the small smile on her face, so it was pretty hard to sit there and think she didn't have at least some idea about things.

"You...know," he stated.

"Yes, my dear boy. I know," Jean nodded.

"How...do you know? How long have you known?"

She laughed. "Fitzgerald. You are my son. Believe me — I know there are things you try to hide from me. Some of which you succeed at, I'm sure. We all conceal things from our parents at some point or another. But there's only so much you can conceal. I know my boy. I've told you many times how well I can read you. And as I like to say — I read you like a map the day you first brought her here."

His eyes widened. "The...first day?"

"Oh, honey. Yes. Immediately. I knew she was in love with you ten minutes after I met her."

His jaw dropped. "What?!"

"Mhm," she nodded.

"I didn't even know that then," he questioned.

"That's because you're a man, dear," she nodded simply. "And it only took me that long because I had just met her. It only took me about...25 seconds to realize you were in love with her."

He still hadn't closed his mouth.

"How? I don't...I mean, I wondered if you had an idea, I just didn't know how you did, much less that you knew...that quickly."

"Son. You hang on her every word and look at her like she's the only one you see."

He sighed, raising an eyebrow. "You're very...perceptive, mother."

"You're my son. It's my job," she shrugged. "But I assume...you were much more successful at deceiving your wife."

He slowly hung his head in shame, and embarrassment, but nodded.

"Yeah."

"And the night you came here. The night...she struck you. That when you told her?" Jean asked.

He nodded again. "Yes."

"I figured. I put the pieces together quickly. Why you were more anxious than normal. I assumed it was eating at you. And you...had to tell her," Jean nodded.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes with a nod.

"I'm not proud of it," he said. "I'm really...not proud of the way it happened. But it did happen. And now...I love her."

"You don't owe me any sort of explanation, son. I know the man that you are. Just like I told you that night you came to stay. You said you feared what it would do to me — to know what you'd done. As if...I would look at you differently."

He looked up at her nervously and waited for her to continue.

"I had long known by that point what it was you were referring to, of course. And what I told you that night is very much the truth. Nothing in this world could change the fact that you are a good man. And nothing could make me look at you any differently. Do you hear me?"

He nodded. "I hear you."

"Good," she said, satisfied.

"So...if you knew all this time. When you told me to invite a friend, did you mean for me to bring her?"

"That was my intention, yes," Jean nodded. "Although you still haven't told me — did you?"

"I did, yes," he nodded with a laugh. "Can I ask...why?"

"Well, considering your situation, I didn't think you got to spend an awful lot of time together. And I thought maybe if it all worked out, this might provide you some time together," Jean said simply. "Now, I'm not naive, Fitzgerald. I'm sure...I don't want to know what all went on here while I was away. In fact, I know I don't. But the thought of you being happy — that's all I need. I just want you to be happy, dear."

Fitz's eyes widened embarassedly, and images filled his head just at the mention of what went on here.

His sweaty hand, flat against the headboard. Olivia's arched back. His fingers gripping her jaw. His cum dripping out of her mouth.

Yeah. His mother was right. She didn't want to know what all happened in this house.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and shook his head. "Come on now, mother. There was...nothing like that."

Lies.

She raised an eyebrow at him questionably. "Oh, Lord, Fitzgerald. This is my son talking — a father at twenty years old."

Now his cheeks really flushed with embarrassment.

"Jeez!" he exclaimed, putting his palm over his eyes. "Mom."

"You embarrass so easily," she laughed. "Relax a little, Fitz."

He rolled his eyes and shook it off.

"Right. Well, thank you for encouraging me to have her here. She...really enjoyed it here, and would have loved to thank you if she'd known that...well, you knew all this."

"Well, just another excuse to have her over! This time, with me here again," Jean clarified. "She's truly such a delight."

"Yes. She is a delight," he chuckled in agreement.

"You deserve her, Fitz. You deserve someone that looks at you like she does. Someone that loves you. Because my dear boy, you are so worth it. So cherish her."

He nodded with a smile. "I will."

So there, at the breakfast table with his mom, thoughts swirled in his head about the love of his life.

About her and her adorable habits and quirks. Her love for him, and the way they complemented each other.

And about their time together here this past week.

What had truly been; Magic in the Hamptons.

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There you go! I hope these spring break chapters were worth the wait. I know they're extremely long.

So nice that they got some uninterrupted time together. Lots of music, lots of intimacy, lots of fun.

And of course, mother knows best...

Thanks as always for coming on this ride with me.

Stay safe and read on,

~T