Fitz: You were killing me this morning.
Olivia: Whatever do you mean?
She knew what he meant.
Fitz: Just your hand under the table. And your leg wrapped around mine. And your outfit.
Olivia: Oh? My outfit was a part of this too?
Again, she already knew that to be the truth. She'd seen his eyes, checking out the low v-neck of her shirt this morning during their coffee date. She just liked to hear him confess to these things, because it was hot.
Fitz: Yes.
Olivia: How so?
Fitz: Your shirt was nice. And revealing. If any other guy was looking today — I hope he knows he will never ever get to touch.
Her eyes widened and she smirked. Oh, now this was interesting.
Olivia: Ohhh, jealous now, are we, baby?
Fitz: No. Just happy that I'm the only guy who's lucky enough to be able to touch.
Olivia: Well…Greta's gone for the weekend. Wanna come get lucky?
They'd been pretty rapidly responding to one another. But he didn't reply quickly that time — so she was left waiting a little longer in anticipation.
She wondered if he'd gotten caught up with something at work — but she knew he should be just about done by now. It was getting to be that time of day.
And she was right.
Fitz: On my way.
She smirked, going to freshen up in the bathroom before he arrived. She, of course, kept on the shirt that he'd referred to. It was a pretty basic shirt, in all reality. It was a plain, gray, long-sleeved shirt, but it was tightly fitted and its v-neck could be revealing from a certain angle.
She waited patiently for him on one of the chairs in her sitting area, and smirked to herself in the mirror when she heard two quick and quiet knocks on the door.
He'd arrived in almost record time.
The second she opened the door she yanked him inside by his sleeve and shut the door again.
His back slammed against the door when she practically jumped him, and he let his briefcase drop to the floor. He eagerly caught her in his arms, opening his mouth widely for her tongue to slide inside.
He chuckled against her mouth as her fingers made quick work of the top buttons on his dress shirt. He hadn't even taken off his suit jacket yet and she was attacking his shirt. Thank God he hadn't worn a vest today, too.
"I have to pick up...Karen soon," he murmured, squeezing her ass as he turned and pinned her against the front door.
"Well — it'll have to be a quickie then," she murmured back, ripping open the rest of his dress shirt.
A smile formed on his face, shrugging both his dress shirt and jacket to the floor.
"I can do that," he nodded, going back in for another kiss.
Their tongues were desperate, brushing one another constantly.
His hands went to her breasts, feeling them up the way he wished he could have this morning. He reached inside the neck of her shirt, stretching it right out because he wanted to feel as much as he could. Stretching her shirt out wasn't the first thing on his mind, though. He could buy her a new one.
She moaned into his mouth when he had one large hand squeezing her breast, thumbing her nipple.
"Take me...to my room," she moaned, running her hands down his chest.
He wasted no time with that request.
He carried her the short distance to her room, and kicked the door shut behind him.
After putting her down, they both desperately started reaching for each other's remaining clothing. Olivia still had everything on, so Fitz had a lot more work to do than Olivia.
Their fingers worked quickly and made short work of it, their lips rarely disconnecting the entire time.
They finally pulled away from each other's mouths, though, when she pushed him toward her bed.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise but smirked, falling back on the mattress. They both stared each other down, appreciating one another's naked bodies.
Fitz even got to appreciate her entire body when she turned and leaned down to grab a condom from her nightstand.
He smirked at her, leaning back on his palms comfortably in anticipation.
She took all matters into her own hands from there. She unwrapped a condom and tossed the wrapper carelessly aside. And eyeing the stiff erection between his legs, she slowly sat down on his lap, maintaining eye contact the whole time.
He appreciated every moment, and was content to relax and watch.
She gripped the base of his dick, stroking it briefly in her hands before she rolled the condom on him.
His fingers clutched the sheets behind him as he watched her scoot up on his lap.
An unsteady breath slipped from his mouth when she held his dick in her hand and sunk down on him gingerly.
"Oh —" they moaned in unison.
Her legs were going to be damn tired afterward considering the position she was in right now — riding him. So as soon as her body allowed her to, she started to pick up speed. Fitz was eager to do something, but she urged him to relax and sit back, so she could do the work.
She was his host after all. And if this needed to be quick — riding him was the best way to do it. He could barely keep it together when she did.
He tilted his head back in pleasure as she bounced on his dick. All his weight was resting on his palms as he leaned back, letting her do all the work.
He kind of felt guilty about it — but it was also hard to feel guilty when it felt that good and was so nice to watch.
He directed his attention back at her, watching her walls grip his dick with each bounce. Watching her breasts move up and down so nicely, and the determined and pleasured look on her face as she got him near his orgasm. All that beauty in front of him helped him get there as quickly as possible, as planned.
"Baby, I'm almost...there," he panted.
She went impossibly faster, and his eyes just about rolled back in his head.
The muscles in his body tightened and he clenched his fingers harder. His chest started heaving sporadically and his breath came out incredibly uneven — all of it leading to his orgasm.
"Olivia —" he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. A few warm, sudden bursts filled his condom as his body jerked a few times more.
Her own legs were shaking pretty badly as well, as she slowly lowered herself all the way onto his lap.
"Oh," he groaned, looking down at their bodies fully connected at the moment.
They met each other's eyes and couldn't help but smile at each other.
She leaned in for a kiss, pecking his lips lightly.
When she pulled away, she giggled at the fact that he puckered his lips for more. So she gave it to him. A few gentle, sweet kisses after all that.
Deciding it was probably time, she slowly lifted herself off of him, and rolled over on her back next to him. Her legs really did need a rest.
Fitz was still calming his body, too, taking deep breaths to return to normalcy.
The tissue box on her nightstand caught his eye, so he used them to do a quick clean-up while Olivia worked to calm her own body.
Little did she know, he had more in mind.
He left and disposed of the tissues and his condom, crawling back in bed and eyeing her naked body from head to toe.
She gave him a faint smile, expecting that he'd tell her he should get going since he did have to pick up Karen. Especially because she'd heard the bathroom sink running before, as if he was washing up.
Turns out he'd just been washing his hands in preparation for more.
Because instead, he put two fingers up to his own lips, sliding them in to coat them in wetness. An extra wetness that he loved to use.
She looked at him in surprise as he reached down and slid his fingers immediately inside of her. Giving her absolutely no time, and barely a warning.
She gasped, lifting her legs off the bed slightly.
"Oh God," she whispered, reaching for his arm. She clamped down on his forearm, as his fingers began to work their usual magic, and looked at him with a mix of disbelief and gratefulness.
"Hi," he said, giving her a smile.
She let out a deep, relaxed sigh, smiling back at him. "Hi."
"You look confused and adorable," he said, softly rubbing her clit with his thumb now, too.
She slowly relaxed her legs in an open position, laying her head back down on the pillow. She'd accepted that this was now happening, which was wonderful, but...still had questions.
"Well...I just thought...you had to go," she panted, holding onto his free arm with both her hands now. He'd rested it on her stomach intentionally, knowing she liked to, and usually needed to, hold on to something.
"I do," he nodded. "I'm probably going to be late."
"Well —!" she exclaimed. "You should...you should go!"
He shook his head. "Not until you come first."
She opened her mouth in disbelief and laughed. "Baby — oh my. While I really appreciate it, this is not...that important."
"It is."
She smiled and then moaned, feeling his fingers rub faster.
"You're going to be...late. We decided on a quickie...for a reason," she pointed out.
"Yes. And since it was a quickie, you did not get yours. Which is...unacceptable. I don't like it when I get mine and you don't, but...it happens. This is an unfinished job. So let me finish it."
Her eyes widened and she nodded.
"...Alright then."
She was not going to complain any further if it wasn't going to get her anywhere, anyway.
Instead, she watched every second. Appreciating the naked man currently laying in her bed, refusing to leave until her cum was all over his hand.
Which, it was, at one point.
Her body shook above him and she eventually couldn't even bring herself to look at him anymore, as the orgasm surged through her body.
"That's it," he nodded, pulling his fingers out as her cum covered his fingers and palm. "That's it."
Her beautiful moans filled his ears all throughout it, which only made the experience so much better. Always did.
Her toned, strong stomach was heaving up and down while she panted, trying to come down from her high.
"I bet that feels better," he said, rubbing her abdomen gently.
She couldn't verbally respond yet. She just laid there, feeling, indeed, very refreshed. Much better.
He got up to wipe off his hand, putting his full body on display right next to her as he stood.
His dick was stiff between his legs again, but he didn't seem to be paying it any attention at the moment.
He did, however, look appreciatively down at her body on the bed again.
"You're hard again," she murmured, reaching out to touch him.
He turned so she could have better access as he wiped off his hand with a tissue.
"Yes. I have been for a while already," he nodded, watching her start to half-stroke him.
"God, I wish you could stay," she replied, licking her lips. "I just want you...in bed. All...fucking day."
"There is...nothing I want more right now. Believe me," he nodded in agreement, feeling his erection harden more at her touch.
She sighed, rubbing her thumb slowly around his tip. Almost longingly, because she knew she'd have to stop soon.
"You are going to make this a rough ride home for me," he chuckled, watching her fingers.
He also didn't make a move to stop her, so he was bringing it on himself in a way, too.
"Sorry. Sometimes when you're naked next to me, I find my self-control to be almost non-existent," she said, gripping his dick.
"Clearly," he chuckled, continuing to watch her hand. "And I have zero complaints. But...unfortunately, I do have to go, baby."
She nodded solemnly, but didn't stop stroking him. "How much longer can I do this?"
"Little longer," he nodded, giving her a smile.
She smiled back and let her hand stroke from base to tip. She had to cherish it every time she got, because they were back to their reality. They had a hard enough time scheduling their coffee dates, let alone making the time in their busy schedules to physically connect.
He rubbed her arm gently, feeling relaxed all over again as she touched him. But she knew she had to stop before he was too far gone.
"Sorry about the excruciating ride home," she laughed, slowing her hand down.
"It's okay," he chuckled, enjoying the last wonderful stroke she gave him. "We're even — because you're going to need to wash your sheets now and that's my fault."
They both looked down at the sheets, wet from making her come. Messiness couldn't be avoided sometimes.
"That's okay," she laughed. "Definitely not faulting you for making me come. Totally worth it."
She sat up and leaned in, kissing him dangerously close to his dick. And before making her way up, she did press a soft kiss to the base of it.
Making her way up his body, she planted one final one on his lips. Showing her appreciation for both his sweet self and his sexy body.
He smiled and lifted her up without warning — which had her giggling. He laid her back down in bed, starting with her lips, and working his way down.
His lips dragged along her jawline to her collarbone. Then, to her chest, and both breasts. He pressed a soft kiss to each nipple, and made his way down her abdomen, ending between her legs. Showing his appreciation.
He pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her clit, and then around her entrance, tasting her briefly on his lips and tongue.
"I love you," he murmured, sucking her clit into his mouth one last time.
"God, I love you, Fitz," she replied, curling her fingers in his hair.
"Thanks for the, uh...time," he smirked, running his hand up her body to cup her cheek.
"Thank you," she nodded, smiling up at him.
He located his briefs which had been desperately thrown before.
"You gonna live, smiley?" she teased, nodding down at his erection.
He laughed. "Yeah. I'm a big boy, I can handle it."
"You are...a big boy," she agreed, eyeing his long dick visible through his briefs. It was at least a little more contained now, which was good for discretion purposes.
That always made him blush. Every time he got a dick compliment he didn't know how to react. All he knew was his confidence skyrocketed every time.
He smirked at her, pulling up his dress pants.
"Thank you. I'm glad you think so."
"Oh no need to thank me, baby, and it's certainly not a matter of my opinion. This is just...a fact," she said, watching it disappear from her view.
Sadly.
"When you look at it like that it makes it extremely difficult for me to leave you," he admitted, starting to pull on his socks and shoes. "Not to mention...when you talk about it the way you often do."
"It's not my fault it's so nice to look at," she shrugged. "Should I stop looking at and talking about your dick in the future?"
"Absolutely not."
"Oh," she giggled. "So...just to be clear I should continue."
"Yes."
"Good to know," she laughed.
"I'm sorry I...have to leave you," he said, leaving the room to wash up again and grab the remainder of his clothing.
"That's okay," she yelled out. "I'll see you tomorrow, my smiley."
"Yes. Yes, you will," he nodded, smiling at her when he walked back into her room. "I'm very excited."
"So am I!" she nodded. "For multiple reasons. Get to see Karen. Get to see you. Get to hear all about the house you're gonna buy. Hopefully."
"Hopefully," he agreed. "So I can finally have you over whenever the hell I want to."
She giggled. "Mm, that sounds like fun. So you can...touch? Whenever you want?"
"God...yes," he nodded. He looked longingly at her naked body in bed, feeling increasingly annoyed that he had to leave right now. Not annoyed at his sweet daughter, but perhaps at the timing of their schedules today.
He finished buttoning his shirt and started tucking it into his pants, still appreciating her body from afar.
"Fuck," he groaned, buckling his belt.
"Agreed."
He chuckled, beginning to tie his tie. But he never took his eyes off her.
She widened her legs a little bit and he let out an audible sigh.
"You just gonna keep fucking me with your eyes over there until you leave?" she teased.
"Yes."
"Oh. Well, be my guest then," Olivia laughed. "I'm all yours."
He walked toward her, buttoning his suit jacket and nodding.
"You're correct. This is all mine," he said, leaning down to give her a kiss.
She held his face in her hands, sliding her tongue in his mouth immediately. She kissed him hard.
He let it go on for about a minute, because that was all the more he could spare.
"I'm sorry," he murmured again, kissing her lips repeatedly. "I...have to go. I really do."
Olivia groaned, kissing him with determination. "I love you."
"I love you," he replied, in between kisses. "I love you, I love you."
"I love you," she giggled again. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for the booty call."
He chuckled, giving her a wink as he straightened out his tie.
"Anytime," he replied, backing out of the room slowly.
He scanned her body suggestively once more as he neared the door, making sure she saw it all.
And then he put his hand up to his ear in the shape of a phone and mouthed "call me."
She was in a fit of laughter as he exited her room.
"You are so hot," she laughed.
He smirked to himself, grabbing his briefcase he'd dropped by the door when he arrived.
"See you tomorrow."
"See you."
She shook her head and smiled as he left. Oh, that man. That perfect, discreetly horny, beautiful man.
Only he could leave her in the state she was in now. Tired, naked, wet, and satisfied — already looking forward to seeing him again the next day.
Meanwhile, Fitz had some…calming down to do throughout the rest of his commutes. In the cab to the station, on the train ride home, and in the car on his way to pick up Karen. By that time, though, he was plenty fine. His body had chilled out.
Unfortunately, though, he was late, by about six minutes.
Sorry Karen...
He felt better when he saw Karen and Casey chatting together on a bench outside their school.
He silently thanked Casey's parents for being late too.
Karen perked up when she saw her dad's car pull up to the school. She and Casey then bid each other goodbye as Fitz rolled down his window.
"Hi, daddy!"
"Hey miss K!" he exclaimed. "Casey, honey, is your mom or dad almost here?"
Casey nodded, pointing to a car just now pulling into the school lot. "Yeah, there's my dad."
"Oh, okay, good. Just wanted to make sure," Fitz nodded. "Have a good night!"
"Thanks, mister Grant," Casey said shyly.
Fitz chuckled as he rolled up his window. So polite.
"Bye Casey!"
"Bye Karen!"
Karen shut the back door and set her backpack down next to her.
"Sorry I'm late, baby," Fitz said, looking in the rearview mirror. "Seatbelt?"
"Seatbelt," she nodded, clicking it into place. "And that's okay, daddy. I figured you were just working really hard."
His face slowly turned red.
Yeah, working really hard to make his girlfriend come.
He scratched his head and nodded. "Uh-huh. Yes. Just some uh...last minute...work..."
Seriously? What the hell.
"So anyway, how was GT?" he asked.
"It was good. I'm sad we only have one meeting left," Karen said.
"Yeah. I know, honey. The school year is starting to wind down."
"I know. I love school. I hate when it ends every year," she sighed.
He laughed out loud. Only his kid.
"What, daddy?"
"Nothing. I used to love school just like you too."
"It's the best. But summer is pretty fun, too," she admitted.
"Mhm. Summers are fun. Just think — soon you can start swimming again, playing beach volleyball at the park. Going to volleyball camp. All that fun stuff."
She smiled. "I know. And dad, I have to really practice for volleyball this summer. Next season I won't just get to be on the team. There will be tryouts."
"That's right. It'll be a little more competitive," he agreed.
"Do you think I will make the team?" she asked hopefully.
"Of course I do. You're the best volleyball player I've ever seen," he replied.
The thing is — he wasn't even kidding. She was good.
She blushed and laughed. "Daddy."
"What?"
"Be serious!" she exclaimed.
"I am being serious! You are a natural volleyball player. Just like mom was," he said. "Of course you will need to...work hard this summer, and practice. You will always need to do that. But...you are a very good player. I can't wait to see how your game grows as you get older."
She smiled down at her lap.
"Thanks, dad."
"You're absolutely welcome."
"I want to play varsity when I get older," she said.
"Well, there you go. That's a good goal to set for yourself," he nodded.
"Mom played varsity. You played varsity too. For football," she said.
He nodded. "That's right."
"Oh. And you know something else? Olivia played varsity too, back at her home school. For basketball," Karen informed him.
"I know she did," he replied. "She was...the starting shooting guard."
"Really?" Karen asked.
"Mhm," he nodded proudly.
Okay, probably chill out.
"Wow. That's so cool," Karen said. "Are you excited to see her tomorrow?"
"Yes, I am. Are you?" he asked.
"Yes! I can't wait to see the houses too."
"Me neither," he agreed.
"Can we go to Starbucks on the way in the morning?" she asked.
"You don't have to ask me twice," he laughed. "Sure."
She did a little fist pump. "Yes! You're the best, daddy."
"And don't you forget it," he said, pointing at her in the rearview mirror.
She giggled at him.
They neared their house and discussed what they'd have for dinner. Mellie was working late tonight, so it would be just the two of them until she got home at around nine.
They agreed on one of their favorite dinners to make together.
They sat at their kitchen island, eating homemade fried chicken and waffles together. One of Karen's favorites — because she loved manning the waffle maker, and watching her dad fry the chicken.
"Thanks for the chicken and waffles, dad," Karen said, taking a big bite.
"Thank you, too! Your waffles are exquisite," he said.
"Thanks," she giggled. "I think Hank loves the dinner too."
They both looked over at Hank, eating a mix of his kibble, and the piece of chicken he received too, from their meal.
"I think so too. Spoiled little guy," Fitz chuckled.
"Yeah. But he's so cute!" Karen reasoned.
"You've got a point there."
Karen chewed thoughtfully for a few minutes, and looked up at her dad.
"Dad."
"Hm?" he asked.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Of course. You can always ask me anything," he nodded.
"It's...it's about you and mommy."
He cleared his throat and nodded slowly. "Okay. Go ahead."
"Are you and mom friends?" she asked.
"Yeah...yeah, of course we are, K," he replied.
She nodded, but didn't seem entirely convinced.
"Daddy. If you are pretending...you don't have to anymore," she said. "I...I am a big kid. I can hear it."
He sighed, starting to feel extremely guilty, and ashamed. Guilty and ashamed that this was his daughter's first assumption about his response. That he was pretending.
It was going to take a while for that to fade.
"No, baby. No," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not...I'm not pretending."
"Sorry. I'm sorry. I don't want you to be mad," she said worriedly.
"No, honey. Not at all. I'm not mad," he assured her. "I'm just trying to figure out the best way to explain. Because...your question makes a lot of sense. And while I'm not pretending, I'm probably...not telling you the whole truth either."
"What...is the truth?" Karen asked curiously.
"Well, the truth is...mom and I are in such a better place now, like...we told you. We are becoming friends. For real. Because...we just feel so much better, now that we aren't pretending anymore. But for a while there, mom and I probably weren't the best of friends, no. I will tell you that, because...that's the honest truth," he admitted.
Karen nodded understandingly. "I'm sorry."
"You have no reason to be sorry," he said. "No reason at all. Mom and I are the ones who are sorry. To you, most of all. And to each other, too."
Karen looked to understand, but still like she was curious.
"So do you and mom...um. Do you love mom? Does she...love you?" Karen asked.
Fitz sighed deeply.
Oh man. Such deep questions.
"Well," he began. "I uh...I love mom like a friend. Like how...I love Abby. Or...how you love Casey. I respect mom, and...I'm so happy she is your mom. Because she's...she's the best mom, isn't she?"
"Yeah," Karen agreed with a smile.
"Yeah. Um. And I think...mom feels that same way about me, too. But...you know, there's a different kind of love. One that...two people can feel for each other..." he tried to explain. "It's a little different. Um...a more romantic...love."
Oh Lord, this almost felt like the birds and the bees talk again.
"Yeah. Like...Ariel and Prince Eric," Karen nodded.
He chuckled. "Yes. Like that. Mom and I...we don't love each other like...Ariel and Prince Eric do."
"And...that's why you shouldn't be married," Karen nodded simply.
"Yes," he agreed. "Right."
"I get it," Karen nodded.
"I'm...I'm glad," he replied. "I know it's hard. And I'm sorry we put you through this. We will always be...so sorry. Because it was very wrong, and we didn't see that."
"It's okay, dad," she replied. "I'm a big kid. I keep telling you and mom that."
"Yes. You are. You've been handling a lot of big kid things, and we are so proud of you for that," he nodded.
"Thanks," she smiled.
"You're welcome."
"But...dad."
"Mhm."
"Are you and mom going to find other people? Are you going to find other people that you love?" she asked. "In that...different way?"
"Uh. Well," he said, scratching his head nervously.
Part of him wanted to go for it — but his brain quickly silenced that idea. Not yet. But that also didn't mean that he couldn't test the waters, since she'd brought it up.
"I um...I'm not sure. How would you feel if we...did?" Fitz asked.
Karen shrugged. "I don't know. I guess...it might feel weird? But only because...I have only seen you two married before. Not...with anyone else."
"I know. That's very understandable," Fitz nodded.
"But if it would make you and mom happier. Like...even happier than you are now, that you aren't pretending anymore. Then that would be good. Wouldn't it?"
"Yeah. Yeah...I think so," Fitz nodded.
"Me too," Karen agreed with a smile.
Well, that was...somewhat promising.
"But. We don't have to talk about that right now. We've got...some other things ahead of us first," he said. "Like house hunting."
"Yes!" Karen exclaimed. "I am...excited."
He smiled at his little girl.
"Me too, baby."
"So...Karen's been talking about this all week. About...seeing Olivia after you go see the houses," Mellie said, looking up at Fitz from bed.
Fitz nodded, coming out from the closet completely dressed.
"Uh-huh. I thought..." Fitz began questionably. "We talked about this, I thought you were okay with it?"
She laughed and shrugged casually. "I'm fine with it, I...suppose. And even if I wasn't, what am I going to do? She loves her. Makes it...excruciatingly annoying for me, if I'm being honest."
Fitz sighed, and gave her a nod.
"I know. I understand. I'm...I'm sorry."
"It's fine," Mellie replied.
He went to the bathroom, going to do his hair.
"But...can I ask what exactly you're all going to be doing?" Mellie asked.
He ran product through his damp curls, studying himself in the mirror.
"Uh...well, I hadn't thought it entirely through yet. Just going to play it by ear. I think we're going to pick her up at her place, and...grab some food together. Walk around. It's so nice out."
"Ah. Got it," Mellie said.
He came out, eyeing her as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was just trying to judge how annoyed-awkward she was.
Usually they were still a little bit uncomfortable talking about Olivia, understandably.
She didn't seem noticeably annoyed. She actually seemed to notice more about him.
"Your hair looks fine, stop fidgeting with it," Mellie said.
He chuckled, looking in the bedroom mirror. He realized he was, indeed, fidgeting with the unruly curls.
"Habit."
"I forget how curly it really is," Mellie added.
He smiled, nodding. "Yeah."
"But then I remember K's hair looks more like your curl pattern than it does mine," Mellie said. "You never used to keep it this long. You always...used to keep it so short that it looked straight."
"Mhm," he nodded. "Definitely...a lot easier that way, that's for sure."
"I bet. Seeing you do your hair the last few months has been...new," Mellie admitted. "So my only assumption is that she likes it long."
He looked at her wide-eyed through the mirror.
Huh?
"Uh...I mean...I like it, too. Even though it's harder to control. But, uh...yes. Yes, she...does."
Mellie nodded to herself, peering up at him.
"Well, it looks good. I see why she likes it."
Now he seriously had to turn around and look at her for real.
"What?" she asked, confused.
"Nothing. I just...wasn't expecting that, I guess."
"I can't compliment my soon-to-be ex-husband?" she asked.
"You can. And...thank you. I just...am surprised that we're currently talking about what my girlfriend likes," he replied.
She crossed her arms. "I can be civil."
He glared at her. "Yes. But you also used to refer to her as my 'little whore', so you can understand my current surprise."
Her cheeks flushed and she nodded awkwardly. "Yes. That was...quite rude of me, wasn't it."
"Yes. It was," he agreed simply.
"Also quite rude of you to cheat on me, but," Mellie pointed out.
He nodded in agreement again. "Yes. That was also rude, you're correct."
"See? Civility," she said.
"…Right," he chuckled.
Mellie sighed. "I'm trying my best, Fitz. I'm trying to get used to it. Honestly, it...still kind of weirds me out, seeing you get all nervous and fidgety about her, and...all the things I know you do when you go to see her," Mellie said, starting to grow disgusted at her words. "Oh...God. Yeah, gross. Weird."
She made a face and then he made a face back at her.
"Yeah, uh...we're gonna stop there," he said.
"Yes, agreed, that was my fault," Mellie replied.
"Thank you. And...I do not get nervous and...fidgety."
"You do, actually," she nodded simply. "Now that I know she's the reason why...it explains quite a bit. Like the fact that I was an idiot for not seeing it sooner."
"You're not an idiot," he said, shaking his head.
"Well, when it came to you I was," she nodded. "But see — look at me now. Picking up on more and more, aren't I."
"Yes, congratulations on figuring out her...love for my hair," he chuckled, going to grab his jacket.
"Thanks. What time will you two be home?"
"Dinner time at the latest," he guessed.
"Okay. I'll figure something out for dinner then," she said.
"Mkay. What will you be up to today?"
"Well, for starters, I'm gonna continue relaxing in bed for a while. I need it after the insane week I had. I'll probably get some groceries later. Run. Nothing too exciting."
"Alright. Well, have a good day."
"Yep, you too."
"Karen," Fitz yelled out, heading to the hallway. "You ready?"
"I'm coming, dad!"
She came out of her room all dressed and ready, smiling at her dad.
"Say bye to mom."
Karen peeked in the bedroom with a smile, waving at her mother.
"Bye, mom!"
"Bye, sweet K. Have fun," Mellie said.
"We will," Karen nodded. "Love you."
"Love you lots," Mellie smiled.
Fitz patted Karen's back, giving Mellie a wave.
"See you, Mell."
Mellie waved back, and they were off.
First stop — Starbucks.
"You want your usual?" Fitz asked, rolling down his window.
"Yes please, daddy."
So, it was a steamed apple juice and an americano, and two breakfast sandwiches for the road.
Their next stop was the house in Tuckahoe, one of the villages in Eastchester. That was the only one they had a showing for at a set time, which was why they were on the road early. The other two houses had open houses that day, which was quite common for Spring Saturdays. And it made it easier for people, since they could come when it was most convenient for them.
The Tuckahoe house was beautiful, and the biggest of the three they were seeing that day. It was still a bit smaller than their home in Rye — which didn't mean much because their Rye house was very large.
"Wow," Karen noted, looking up at the house from the outside.
"Pretty nice, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah. Can we go in?"
"We sure can. The realtor should be inside waiting."
He was, indeed, waiting inside to greet them and show them around the large house.
"Hi there. Welcome, come on in! I'm Bobby, we spoke over the phone."
"Yeah, hi Bobby. Fitz," Fitz greeted, shaking his hand.
"Fitz — great to meet you."
"And this is my daughter, Karen," Fitz said.
"Hi. Nice to meet you!" Karen exclaimed, reaching her hand out.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Karen!" Bobby said, shaking her hand. "You excited to look around?"
"Yes!"
"Alright, well let's get to it! I think you'll like this house."
Fitz was impressed from the get-go. Bobby was nice. The house was nice. The neighborhood seemed nice. He didn't know as much about Tuckahoe in general, but he'd passed through it many times.
There were a few things that caught his eye that he didn't like as much in person. Things that he could change, though — so he kept an open mind. It was a gorgeous house, inside and out.
Karen was a big fan of the pool. And he agreed — he'd like to have another pool too.
They left the Tuckahoe house with all of Bobby's information, thinking it had gone pretty damn well. He could see himself living there.
"Well. What did you think of house number one?" Fitz asked, as they drove to the neighboring village of Bronxville.
"I loved it, dad," Karen said. "It doesn't have as many rooms as our house does now, though."
"No, it doesn't. But our house now has too many rooms anyway," he pointed out.
"Yeah. That's true," she agreed. "I thought it was really nice. The backyard was awesome."
"Yeah, the yard was really great," he nodded. "Let's see how we like the next one."
The next one, in Bronxville, immediately had them impressed, too.
Bronxville was beautiful, and many of the houses were quite large as well. The one they were looking at was no different.
It was even a tad smaller than the Tuckahoe house, but made really good use of the space inside. There were four bedrooms, all of which were massive — something they'd noted right away online. The master bedroom, in particular, was insane.
Fitz would definitely remember that.
They got to walk through the house on their own this time, since it was a showing for the general public all day. Thankfully, there was only one other couple and the realtor in the house at the time, so they still got a pretty private tour.
The pool was bigger at this house, but the yard was a bit smaller than the Tuckahoe house. Something Fitz could live with easily. He figured Karen would feel the same.
Everything about it was beautiful and perfect, and there wasn't anything too big that he would change on the inside or the outside.
That one was his top choice so far — he knew it immediately after they left. He wanted to see what Karen thought, though, so he asked as they drove to their last open house for the day.
"Well — do you have a favorite yet?"
"Yep," she nodded confidently. "The second one."
"Yeah?" he asked with a smile.
"Yeah. Those rooms were awesome. And so was the pool. Oh — and the fireplace in the living room? It was so pretty. And you would even get one in your room?!"
He chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah. That was a pretty nice one."
"Totally. I still like the other one too. I like them both. But the second one is my top one."
"Mine too," he said.
"Yay!" she exclaimed. "But still one more to go."
"One more to go."
The last one was in Pelham, the town closet to the city out of the three. It had been quite beautiful online, so they were eager to see if it became their favorite overall.
But, after seeing it in person, it was one of those ones that just didn't feel right. While it was a nice house, it didn't quite compare to the first and second. So, they came away with two options, and an agreed-upon favorite, and headed into the city.
"Why don't you text Liv and tell her we're almost there, and we'll park outside," he said.
"Kay," Karen replied, pulling out her phone.
"You want to go in, right?"
"Yes. She said she would show me around, since I've never been here!" Karen exclaimed.
"She's so sweet," Fitz said.
"Yeah. Since you're friends, have you been here before?" Karen asked.
Act normal.
"You know, I have," he nodded truthfully.
"Cool," Karen smiled. "You're lucky."
Yep, definitely got lucky yesterday in this very building.
"Well, come on. She'll be excited to show you around," Fitz said.
They headed inside from the back entrance, and Fitz led her up to Olivia's floor. And he knocked.
When she answered the door, a wave of happiness hit him like a damn wall.
She looked so good, as always. That vibrant smile was contagious. And the excitement written on her face was so cute. Everything about her comforted him every time he was in her presence.
The smile he gave Olivia probably would have given himself away to his daughter — if she hadn't been too excited, herself.
"Olivia!" Karen exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug.
Olivia gasped, picking her up in a big hug.
"K!" Olivia exclaimed, kissing her cheek. "Oh my goodness, I missed you so much!"
"I missed you, too," Karen giggled, resting her head on Olivia's chest as she hugged her tightly.
For a moment there — it was like he wasn't even there!
But it made him smile, and chuckle. He so appreciated their love for each other.
Olivia set Karen down and studied her, putting her hands on her shoulders.
"Oh my. I think you've grown since the last time I saw you!" Olivia exclaimed. "And that wasn't even that long ago!"
Karen giggled, giving her a shrug. "My mom and dad say I'm probably gonna be tall."
"I think they're right. You're gonna pass me in no time," Olivia said.
She finally looked up at Fitz, who was giving her an adoring smile. She realized she was probably returning it. There were some things she just couldn't control anymore when she was with him.
"Hi, Fitz!"
"Hi, Olivia," he replied, leaning down for a quick hug. "Good to see you."
Olivia's face, thankfully, was facing away from Karen at the moment. She was having a hard time not laughing at the awkward greeting. Not to mention, something that seemed to be occurring right now because of their hug.
"Sure feels like it," she whispered.
Fitz had to fight hard not to laugh, or show any sort of embarrassment with his daughter present.
"Good to see you too!" Olivia exclaimed, for Karen's sake.
If Karen hadn't been preoccupied with looking around Olivia's little living area — she probably would have heard Olivia's whispers. Those damn ears of hers.
"Hey, Karen. Let's wait for Olivia to show us around, okay?" Fitz asked, as he and Olivia pulled away.
"Oh! Sorry. Sorry. I got excited," Karen apologized, blushing.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll show you around!" Olivia exclaimed, reaching for Karen's hand. "It won't take very long because as you can see — it's pretty tiny!"
Karen giggled and nodded. "But it's so cute! I love it."
"Me too!" Olivia agreed.
Fitz followed them as Olivia led Karen around. She showed her her bedroom, and the artwork Karen had drawn for her that was hung up on the wall. Karen was quite honored by that.
Fitz hung back, letting the two reacquaint and talk together. Plus, he knew his way around her place very well. In fact, as he waited and looked around, he found his mind going to the gutter. Her place had sure seen a few things.
His thoughts were interrupted by his daughter, who came to tug on his hand.
"So, dad. Where are we gonna go?" Karen asked.
Fitz looked up at Karen and Olivia, both awaiting his answer.
"Well, are you two getting hungry for lunch?" he asked.
"I could eat," Olivia nodded.
"Me too," Karen agreed.
"Okay. Well, what are you feeling like?"
"Hmm," Olivia thought.
"You pick, Liv," Karen nodded.
"I pick, huh?" she laughed. "Well, my roommate and I have tried out a couple different Japanese restaurants nearby, and we have a favorite. I know you like sushi, Karen. There's a sushi —"
"Sushi Seki?" Karen gasped.
Fitz laughed and Olivia nodded.
"Yes! Wow, good guess. So you've been?"
"Yeah! Dad and I have been to the one in Times Square before," she nodded.
"Oh, awesome! Well, there's one just a couple blocks up if you want?" Olivia asked.
"Yes! Dad?" Karen questioned.
"I love sushi, let's do it," he smiled.
"Woo! Sushi Seki!"
Olivia and Fitz laughed, smiling over at each other briefly as they all headed out.
They started walking, Olivia leading the way.
"I will have to introduce you to my roommate Greta, sometime, K. She's half Japanese, and can make some pretty amazing sushi from scratch," Olivia said.
"Wow," Karen noted, impressed. "That is so cool. So I bet she can speak Japanese too!"
"She can," Olivia nodded. "And...Korean. And Spanish."
Karen's jaw dropped. "Oh my Gosh. That is totally awesome."
"Totally," Olivia agreed.
"I'm jealous. I'm only learning Spanish in school," Karen said, wide-eyed.
"I know. Me too," Olivia agreed with a laugh.
"Daddy didn't learn Spanish as much, though. He learned French," Karen pointed out.
"It's true. Daddy did learn French," Fitz agreed.
Olivia couldn't help but smirk to herself, feeling her cheeks flush. Sometimes hearing Fitz referred to as "daddy" was really hard not to react to.
"That's pretty awesome," Olivia nodded.
"Oui. Je sais," Fitz agreed.
"Ooo!" Olivia exclaimed, giving him a smile. "Very nice, Fitz."
"Merci beaucoup."
Karen cracked up, and Olivia did too.
"Oh, dad. You're so funny," Karen giggled, taking his hand as they crossed the street.
"That's what I tell him. He doesn't believe me," Olivia pointed out.
"You never believe me either!" he reasoned.
"Well. Maybe that's true," she admitted.
Whoops. Maybe a bit too friendly.
Karen went with it though.
"Dad, Olivia is, like...super smart. If she says it, you know it has to be true," Karen reasoned.
"Alright. You're right. I will believe her, and you, from now on," Fitz assured her with a laugh.
"Good," both girls responded.
They headed over to the sushi spot, all of them looking forward to their day together. There, they showed Olivia pictures of their favorite house — pictures Olivia had already seen before during their initial online search. But, she hadn't known until now which one would be their favorite, and she was secretly glad, because it had been one of her favorites from the get-go.
As for lunch, it was damn good, as they all figured it would be.
Olivia was praised for her good lunch idea. But next, Karen got to throw out a suggestion of her own.
Fitz knew immediately what it would be, because he was pretty sure it was her favorite place in the city.
"The Museum of Natural History, huh?" Olivia asked, taking Karen's free hand as they got out of the taxi.
Karen was happily skipping in the middle of both Fitz and Olivia, swinging both of their hands gently.
"Yep," Karen nodded. "It's my ultimate favorite museum. But...I have a lot of favorite museums. I think...I would like every museum in the world, probably."
"Ahh, so what makes this one your ultimate favorite?" Olivia asked.
"Because, it's both educational and fun, and it involves animals," Karen answered simply.
Olivia giggled. Very Karen.
"You've got a point there," Olivia agreed. "And it's been in a bunch of movies!"
"Yeah! But...just so you know, nothing really comes to life there like it does in 'Night At The Museum'. I had a sleepover there for a birthday party when I was seven. I never slept, because I needed to be sure," she nodded sadly.
Fitz chuckled. "She just wanted proof."
"Well, I would have done the same thing," Olivia agreed with a laugh. "And...I have a confession to make."
"What?"
"I haven't been here before," Olivia said.
Karen gasped. "What?! Oh my Gosh. I'm gonna show you everything, Liv."
Fitz nodded at her seriously, and mouthed "everything."
Olivia smiled. "Alright — I'm ready. Show me everything!"
And she sure did.
It was clear she had the time of her life that afternoon — walking around the Museum of Natural History with her dad and Olivia — spewing fun facts and reading all of the informational plaques that she'd already read a hundred times.
And while the museum was wonderful, Fitz and Olivia loved it just because they were all together, having a good time.
But, afterward, since Olivia picked lunch and Karen picked the museum, the girls decided Fitz should pick one last thing to do during their afternoon together.
He picked ice cream and walking around Central Park, since they were so close to it and it was a beautiful April day.
Olivia chose strawberry, Fitz chose mint chocolate chip, and Karen chose good old regular chocolate ice cream.
Each was very happy with their decision.
"How's your ice cream, honey?" Olivia asked.
Fitz almost answered that question before he realized "honey" was not referring to him in this scenario.
"Really good. How's yours?"
"Strawberry-y," Olivia laughed.
"Yum. Dad?" Karen asked.
"Very good," Fitz nodded. "I haven't had ice cream for a long time."
"Well, it's about time then, isn't it?" Olivia asked.
"I think so, yes. Thank you for treating us, Olivia, that was very kind. Wasn't it K?" Fitz asked.
"Yes, thank you, Olivia!" Karen exclaimed.
"You're so welcome! The least I could do. Thank you for lunch and for the museum tour, both of you. I've had so much fun today and I'm so happy you asked me to come with," Olivia said happily.
"Of course," Fitz nodded.
"Yeah. I miss hanging out the three of us," Karen said. "We have so much fun."
Both Olivia and Fitz felt pretty good, hearing that.
"Yes we do," Fitz agreed. "I think...maybe we could do it more often."
Olivia flashed him a quick smile.
"Yes!" Karen nodded.
"Absolutely!" Olivia said. "I would love that, K. And you know what else I would love?"
"Huh?"
"A selfie, with the sweetest girl on earth. Come here, hold up your ice cream!" Olivia said, holding her phone out.
Karen giggled, showing her ice cream to the camera and smiling brightly for the picture.
"New screensaver!" Olivia exclaimed. "Alright. Come here, Fitz."
"Oh, me?" Fitz chuckled.
"No, the other guy named Fitz next to you," Olivia teased. "Yes, you!"
Karen cracked up. "Daddy, I don't think anyone else in this whole park has your name."
He laughed. "No, probably not."
"Come on. You have to be in this one," Karen nodded.
"Okay, okay. My ice cream and I will obey," he replied, holding up his cone.
Olivia was happy she finally got a picture with just the three of them in it, because it was something she didn't yet have.
"Now next time we have a fun day together, we can take another picture. It can be like a tradition!" Karen said.
"Aw, great idea, K," Olivia nodded.
"Excellent idea," Fitz agreed. "Liv, can you send those pictures to me?"
"Sure!" Olivia nodded.
"Yeah, me too, please!" Karen nodded, pulling out her phone. "I also gotta get one for my story."
She took a picture of her ice cream cone, with the pretty green grass of Central Park and one of its paths in the background. She found a nice filter, too, and it turned out pretty cute.
Fitz didn't quite understand though.
"Now what is this for? Instagram?" Fitz asked.
"No, dad. Snapchat," Karen replied. "But Instagram has stories too."
"Okay, see, I'm not totally dumb when it comes to social media. I just...do not partake," Fitz chuckled.
"You should!" Olivia said. "I think you'd like it."
Fitz gave her a skeptical look.
"Yeah...okay, you definitely wouldn't like it," Olivia admitted with a laugh.
"It's so...social," he replied.
"Yeah, dad. That's 'cause it's social media," Karen giggled. "Liv, I have tried to help him before. He has a Snapchat account, but he doesn't use it."
"That's not true. You've sent me Snapchats before and I've opened them!" Fitz said.
"Yeah, but you never send any back!" Karen exclaimed. "It is a two-person effort, dad."
"Oooo, she got you there, smiley," Olivia nodded.
Oh...Shit. Fuck.
"Alright, alright," he chuckled, not even noticing the nickname. "I will be a better Snapchatter, K."
"Good! Olivia, do we have each other on Snapchat?" Karen asked.
"Hmm...I don't think so, K," Olivia said, looking through it. "You wanna add yourself?"
"Yeah!" Karen nodded, typing her username on Olivia's phone. She took a little longer than expected, so Olivia hoped she wasn't getting into anything. Like perhaps the slightly dirty conversations with her father that existed on there.
But turned out, she was just adding Fitz's username too.
"There. I added dad too," Karen said. "Maybe you can teach him better."
Olivia and Fitz laughed.
"Well, I can certainly try," Olivia nodded.
"You two girls love ganging up on me, don't you," Fitz chuckled.
Karen and Olivia eyed each other and laughed.
"Only a little, dad."
Olivia nodded, giving him a discreet wink.
Fitz could only smile. Because the truth was — he loved it. He loved them both so much. And he loved every second of their day together.
He was truly sad when it came to an end, and they dropped Olivia back off at her place. And he wasn't the only one.
Karen looked to be near tears as they hugged each other goodbye inside Olivia's suite.
"Hey. Don't look so sad, sweetie," Olivia said softly, tilting her chin up.
Karen sighed, giving her a nod. "It's just that...every time I have to say goodbye to you, I never know when the next time I'll get to see you will be."
Oh, Olivia could have teared up.
"Well, I'm here to tell you, that it will not be goodbye for long. Okay?" Olivia asked, kissing her forehead. "Plus. We can even Snapchat now."
Karen smiled and let out a laugh. "That's true!"
"We'll see Liv again soon, K," Fitz nodded.
Olivia smiled and gave her a wink.
Karen leaned in for one last hug.
"I love you, Miss K," Olivia whispered.
"I love you, Olivia," Karen murmured back, squeezing her tight.
They pulled away, and Olivia and Fitz both debated whether or not to hug each other goodbye. Before it got too awkward, he walked over to her and pulled her in for a quick hug.
"Thanks for the fun day, Livvie," he said. He quickly cleared his throat and hoped Karen didn't notice the endearing nickname. They'd sure slipped up a few times today. Clearly, they'd gotten worse at keeping it on the down-low in front of her, after being out of practice so long now.
"Thank you," Olivia nodded. "I'll see you."
"See you," Fitz said with a smile. "Alright. Let's go, K."
Karen took her dad's hand and gave Olivia one last wave as they headed out.
"Bye, you guys!" Olivia said.
"Bye!"
Fitz turned around and mouthed "love you" to her, and Olivia smiled before mouthing it back.
And they were off, heading back home to Rye after a fun day in the city.
Fitz was happy that night when he got into bed. He'd had a great day with his girls. He and Mellie were getting along great and were on the same page. Karen was happy. Olivia was growing increasingly happier because of how close Fitz was to being out of this marriage. And he was mulling things over about his and Karen's favorite houses, hoping he would be able to put an offer in on one of them when the divorce proceedings were final.
He would have continued celebrating with another drink, but he'd already had a couple tonight, so he didn't want to overdo it. His alcohol consumption needed to be more limited now, since he was back on medication.
So instead, he planned on calling Olivia and relaxing in bed, since he was now the only one awake in the house, anyway.
Intending to FaceTime his girlfriend, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand, only to see a notification he'd already received from her.
A Snapchat notification.
He chuckled to himself, remembering her teasing him for his lack of social media involvement along with Karen.
Oh, he'd show her.
He'd been texting her throughout the night; she'd been doing some work like the good student she was. So, when he opened the Snapchat from Olivia, he expected it to be a picture of her in her chair, hard at work.
But instead, it was of her in bed, with the lights dimmed. The first thing he noticed — was how beautiful she was. Always.
And the second thing, was that he was pretty damn sure she was not wearing a shirt.
The caption read "testing, testing," which had him chuckling.
The photo also had his cheeks flushing while he studied it.
He clicked to reply and gave her a smile.
Fitz: Testing successful.
It took her about two seconds to open it and ten more to reply.
Her next Snapchat was from the same angle, only it showed a little bit more of her chest. He saw just a hint of cleavage, and the caption read "Welcome to Snapchat, smiley."
Damn. Maybe he had it all wrong about apps like this, because this was quite interesting now.
When he looked at his face in his own camera, he saw himself blushing. Because internally, he was picturing how much clothing she was probably wearing at the moment. Likely — not much.
He smirked for the camera and then typed: "Looks like I've been missing out. Do all your Snapchat friends get this view, or is this just a boyfriend special?"
He got a little more cleavage in the next reply, and a "just for you, baby. Only for you," in response.
The photos and her words were starting to make his dick twitch.
He decided he wanted to further this conversation.
Fitz: I like the sound of that. So may I ask you something?
Olivia: Absolutely.
Fitz: What are you wearing?
He found his unoriginal question to be both embarrassing and humorous. But he also couldn't wait to see how she responded.
Her next Snapchat was agonizing. She gave him a look at one side of her body. She was entirely naked in the photo, but both areas he would have loved to get a better look at were covered with her thin, white bedsheet. The only thing he could see faintly through the sheet was her nipples.
But the little bit of sheet between her legs made it even worse for him. She'd made sure to cover as little as possible without letting him see anything. So he could see her naked hip and her entire thigh, but nothing more. He was now completely hard.
He wasn't entirely naive about social media. He knew people sent and received scandalous pictures and videos if they were so inclined. He'd never once been that person, but he was realizing...he really wanted to be right now. This was interesting.
How did he ask? Was it weird to be completely straightforward about it? Hmm.
He sat there and debated with himself, but knew that she liked it when he was fairly blunt in these situations. He better just go for it.
He sent a photo of himself lazily leaning back against the headboard, biting his lip.
Fitz: Tease me.
He knew she wanted to. Or else she wouldn't have started sending photos like that to begin with. She was being sneaky and sexy and he had completely given into it. Clearly, their rushed time together yesterday was still affecting them, because they certainly seemed to want more now.
This time she responded with just a bit more skin showing. Which was, indeed, a tease.
Olivia: How's this?
He stared at the picture for a long time, taking it in. Not even seeing much, but growing increasingly turned on by it.
Fitz: You are so hot.
Olivia: You're too sweet.
Fitz: No. I'm just right. I wish I was there with you.
She smirked at him in the photo, showing some cleavage again.
"And what would you do, if you were here with me?" she wrote.
Fitz: Kiss you. A lot. And I'd pull that sheet off you. So I could see all of you.
Olivia: Yeah, I bet you'd love to see underneath, wouldn't you.
Fitz exhaled slowly, feeling the tension grow.
Fitz: Yes. Please.
She gave him a smirk, and showed some more cleavage.
Olivia: But then again, that wouldn't really be teasing you would it?
He bit his lip, groaning quietly.
Fitz: Then let's graduate past teasing.
Olivia: I like your suggestion. It's gonna cost you, though.
He laughed quietly to himself.
"Oh, yeah? What's that?" he typed.
Olivia: I want to see you too.
Hmmm. He'd never done this before either, but at this point, he might as well try.
He pulled the neck of his T-shirt up and over his head, dropping it off the side of his bed. That was a little bit of a start.
He lowered the camera down so that his entire torso was visible. He felt so stupid taking a photo that included his six-pack and his pecs like he was some arrogant frat boy or something, but he knew she would like it. So he said fuck it, and sent it.
She was biting her lip in the next phone she replied with.
Olivia: You are so sexy, oh my God.
She always knew how to make him feel good. So he gave her more, and so did she.
After a few back and forth pictures, gradually revealing a little more between the two, Fitz's hand started to move down his body slowly. He still had on a pair of boxers by that point, which he kept on, but he couldn't help himself.
He stared at the most recent photo she'd just sent him, where he could see her breasts clear as day, but the sheet still remained partially between her legs.
An unsteady breath slipped from his mouth as he ran his hand over himself. Feeling how rigid he was in his underwear.
His fingers slid along his hard length slowly as he enjoyed the picture for a little longer, and then clicked it away.
He took his hand away from his boxers for the photo, and showed her the view of underneath his covers. A very clear hard-on visible through his boxers.
She must have really liked that one because it got her to pull the trigger first, on sending a full picture of her naked body.
He licked his lips and stared. He selfishly wanted to save it on his phone forever, but he would never. Firstly, it wouldn't be nice of him. Secondly, he didn't need anyone else coming across a naked picture of her. Only for his eyes.
Sometimes when he saw her naked, he swore it felt like the first time. And this was one of those times.
"God," he murmured, touching himself.
He needed the boxers off. And frankly, he probably needed to keep up his end of the deal anyway.
Using one unsteady hand, he started pushing them down, and then tossed them aside.
How to send a sexy picture of one's dick, he wondered? Who knew. Not him.
He was banking on his hard dick intriguing her, not his camera skills. So he just went for it.
"You are so beautiful," he wrote.
Olivia received the complete nude from her boyfriend and couldn't help but move her finger faster across her clit. Good Lord, he was nice to look at. Jesus.
Not only could she see almost his entire six-pack, but his long, thick dick was so hard. One of his legs was bent at the knee, and the other was lazily open. He looked like he was ready for her to sink down on top of it, and she only wished that she could right now.
She smiled and wrote back with "oh my God, so are you," with a bunch of heart-eye emojis.
It was more back and forth, more nakedness, and touching themselves without alerting one another that that's what they were doing.
Until Olivia had a new suggestion.
Olivia: FaceTime Me.
Oh? This could be interesting.
He sent a photo of his face this time, giving her a smile. "May I ask what your intentions are?"
He knew it would make her laugh. And she did.
She smiled back and typed "Dirty, mostly."
"Deal," he replied back.
He called her immediately, smiling when he saw her pretty face on the other end. She was equally as happy to see his face, illuminated by the warm glow of his bedside lamp. The perfectly dimmed, soft lighting on both ends was wonderful for viewing.
"Hi," Olivia said softly.
"Hi," he replied.
They had a staring contest, waiting for each other to say or do something.
Olivia slowly lowered the camera, keeping her face in the frame but showing more of her breasts.
His eyes lowered down the screen, and he opened his mouth a little bit in awe.
He was touching himself again. Discreetly.
"Can I see more?" he asked quietly.
She gave him what he asked for, lifting up the camera for a full-body view.
His eyes devoured her on the screen, and he rubbed his stiff length while he looked. He felt wetness on his tip that he had to rub away with his thumb.
"Your body is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he whispered.
She gave him a few different angles in response. She was so much smoother in this regard than he was. He definitely was going to have to up his camera game because she was killing it right now, and he definitely wanted to get himself off.
"Are you touching yourself?" Olivia whispered, moving to lay on her side in bed.
He could still see her face, and her breasts, which were pushed together against the sheets. God, what a FaceTime call.
He was rubbing his tip faster now, trying to be cool about it when she asked that.
He swallowed hard, and nodded.
"...Yes."
"Show me," she replied.
He was blushing now. So, he just flipped the camera and showed her. She at least wouldn't see his pink cheeks then.
Olivia propped her head up on her elbow, licking her lips.
"Look at you," she nodded appreciatively. "You look like you're about ready for me to hop on."
He twitched in his hands and he let out an audible sigh.
"God, I wish," he whispered, opening his legs a little more.
"There you go. Don't be shy. I just want to watch you a little bit," she nodded, propping up her phone against a pillow.
She had both hands free now. Skill.
"Like this?" he asked, moving closer to his erect dick. "Or...like this?"
He flipped the camera and gave her more of a side angle, which she instantly loved.
"Oh, yeah. Like that, that's nice," she nodded.
Winging it, but nailing it? Check.
She watched, so intrigued on the other end, as he started to stroke himself.
She would have never known he hadn't been in a situation like this, because when he grew more comfortable with something, that was it. He was really good at winging things.
The side angle he was giving her was so perfect. It was a perfect view to see how long he was. How his balls moved when he ran his hand from base to tip, and back. How his dick glistened wet in the soft lighting. Those certain veins that made her clit throb.
"You have such a perfect dick," she noted, starting to touch her breasts. "So long. Thick. Think of how it feels when you fill me up with it."
He was panting on the other end now, letting out a quiet moan.
"You thinking about it?" she asked.
"Yes," he whispered.
"How does it feel for you when you're all the way inside me?" she prompted, reaching a hand down further now.
She heard a few pants, and then attempts to slow them down. "It feels...so good, Olivia."
"How good?" she asked, starting to rub her clit.
"Really…wet. Tight," he replied. "You...grip me."
He opened his eyes after having them squeezed tightly shut, letting his mind run wild. He noticed she was touching herself now, too.
"Let me see you," he whispered.
"You want to see closer?" she asked.
He nodded eagerly but forgot she couldn't see his face right now.
"Yes — yes."
She sat up straight and brought the camera in front of her wide-open legs, so he could see her spread out for him. The view also generously included her breasts.
She rubbed her clit for him to see, which had him stroking faster.
"Oh my God, baby," he groaned quietly. "That's...that's it. That's good. How's that feel?"
"Takes second place to your fingers," she smirked.
He stifled a quiet laugh.
"You wish they were...mine?" he whispered, slowing down his strokes. He wanted this to last longer and he was getting way ahead of himself.
"You don't know how badly I wish they were yours," she nodded. "You love to rub my clit, don't you?"
"I love it," he nodded in agreement. "I love it...so much."
"We'll both just have to pretend then, won't we?" she asked, letting out a quiet moan of her own.
"Yes," he nodded, breathing harder at the sound of her moan. "Are you...are you wet?"
"I don't know. Listen and see," she whispered, sliding a finger inside.
He heard. Even over FaceTime, he heard.
"Isn't that your favorite sound in the world?" she asked.
Oh God, how was he supposed to hold off?
He panted, unable to find his words for a moment. He just wanted to hear that sound and watch her finger.
"Yes. Yes," he nodded eagerly. "Keep going, Liv."
"I will, baby. Just for you," she assured him.
"Tell me...how it feels for you," he said.
She tried hard to keep it together so she could answer him.
"Good," she whispered. "Almost like how you...do it."
"Yeah?" he whispered.
"Yeah. You do it so well," she nodded.
"I know you do it well, too," he whispered. "I...want you to come."
"You gonna come for me, too?" she challenged.
"I'm...already close."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to speed things up, won't I?" she smirked, slipping another finger inside.
So she went faster.
"Let me see you, too," Olivia said.
He propped his phone up on his bare thigh, giving her a view of his dick and up, including his face. His handsome, flushed face.
She watched how he pleasured himself, and she watched it carefully. It was so hot, and it made the process of getting herself to an orgasm so much quicker.
The way he stroked, and rubbed his wetness around. How carefully he was watching her finger herself. How often he bit his lip, or licked them.
He was so fucking sexy.
She wished he could be louder, but she knew he wasn't exactly alone in that house. Thankfully, though, he was separated by two floors, so it wasn't too big of a deal.
His quiet moans and breaths were more than enough to suffice for her. So hot.
She warned him when she was close, and he was able to hold himself off well enough.
So that they could come together.
"Almost there...baby. Let go," she encouraged him.
He watched her finger herself and rub her clit so fast. He heard the moans, and admired the way her body tensed. He saw her start to come just before he started to, himself.
The hand that held his phone up right now was shaking, and for the life of him, he couldn't stop it. He hoped she could still see enough.
"Baby. Oh — fuck," he groaned. He turned his head, pressed his mouth against his skin, and muffled his moans with his shoulder as the orgasm surged through his body.
His name came out of her mouth as her body shook through her own orgasm as well.
Olivia had prepared, and managed to keep everything contained with her hand. And, she had tissues by her side to help.
Fitz, on the other hand, left himself with a complete mess. Luckily, though, the mess was on him, and nowhere else.
She looked at his cum-covered stomach in complete awe, and smirked at their success.
Damn, did she feel good. And clearly, he'd been pretty successful too.
"Wow."
"Wow," he agreed, holding up his hand awkwardly. His...dick hand.
"You're a mess over there, honey," she laughed.
"Yeah. Jesus...Christ," he said, looking down at himself. "That was, like...excessive."
"Yeah, that's a lot of cum," she nodded, wiping her fingers. "Can I take some credit?"
"Absolutely, you can take all of it," he chuckled, looking around for something — anything, to help him out of this situation that he didn't know he was going to be in.
"Fuck," he whispered.
"Go find a cum rag, baby, I'll be here when you get back," she teased.
"Okay," he chuckled.
He practically did the naked walk of shame to the bathroom, hoping he wasn't going to run into anything in the dark.
He got everything situated and cleaned up, though, and headed back to bed where his girlfriend was waiting.
"I'm back," he said.
"Oh, good, there you are," she said, sounding delighted.
He sat down, propping up his phone and letting out a huge sigh.
They looked at each other and smiled, trying to hold it in but failing before they burst into laughter.
"Holy...hell," he chuckled.
"I know, oh my God," she agreed.
"Was that your plan?" he asked.
"My plan was to send and receive," she said. "I did not foresee it going this far, but I am not complaining about it."
"Yeah. I uh...I liked it. That was...that was really good," he chuckled.
"Yes, very well done, baby," she nodded.
"You as well," he replied. "I think it's safe to say you…taught me Snapchat, too."
"I think so," she giggled. "Clearly, you're a fast learner."
"Thanks. 'Cause if you weren't aware...you just took my phone sex virginity," he chuckled.
"Yeah, you took mine, too," she agreed, laughing.
As they kept talking, both still trying to return their breaths to normal, he reached to his side to grab something.
She saw a flash of an orange medication bottle, and heard the clatter of the pills. He took it with water and she gave him a smile.
"...Hm?" he asked.
"Nothing. Just proud of you," she replied.
He looked down in embarrassment and shook his head.
"There is nothing to be proud of," he said.
She gave him a look. "Don't say that, baby. There is, and I am."
"Thanks, Olivia," he nodded. "You are so kind to me."
"When are you going to stop saying that? You are my favorite person. An angel. My love," she said. "I'm not trying to be kind. I'm just being genuine to a genuinely amazing person."
"My love," he said, smiling. "You do realize that was just a lot more kindness, right?"
She laughed. "Sure. But I meant it all."
"Well, thanks," he replied. "You are an amazing person, and I love you so much."
"I love you too. So much."
"You...going to sleep?" he asked.
"Yeah, probably. Are you?" she asked.
"If you are."
"Okay. Well call me tomorrow, yeah?" she asked.
"Yeah," he smiled. "Thanks for this, uh...whatever this all was. I liked it and I would very much like to do it again."
"I appreciate the honesty and would love to do it again, too," she giggled. "Some serious...FaceTime fucking."
"...Snapchat sex?" he questioned.
"Remote...relations," she added.
He chuckled at her. "Internet...intercourse."
"Oh my God," she laughed. "I fucking love you."
"I fucking love you too," he said.
"Talk to you tomorrow, my smiley."
"Okay. Goodnight, baby."
"Goodnight."
"So...Mellie just has to sign the papers now, we file them at the Clerk's office, and then we just...wait for the judgment?"
"Yes, which we can pick up at the court. Technically, I'll have to serve all her papers to her. The plaintiff can't legally serve them to the defendant, themselves. But otherwise, all the heavy lifting's been done already. You're making it extremely easy on me."
"Well, thank you. I appreciate it...so much. We both do, Abby. You've made this a lot more manageable for us," Fitz said.
"Hey, no worries. Like I said — you can take credit for that. An uncontested, no-fault divorce between two people who are splitting everything equally is...very doable. You should have seen my cousin's divorce. Whew, what a mess."
"Yeah. Well, I'm just glad we've been able to do things like this. We could have just as easily...been in your cousin's position. I'm grateful that Mellie has come around or it could have been so much worse in so many ways. Especially...for me."
"Yes. Touché," Abby agreed. "I know she's been a pain in your ass for most of your marriage, but I'm glad she's figured some things out. She's even been like...cool with me. She gets some Abby points, and that's saying something — because I'm pretty sure she was standing at...negative Abby points."
"Wow. She gets Abby points?" he chuckled.
"Mhm. Big deal," Abby nodded. "I don't give those out lightly."
"I know you don't," he agreed.
"Except for to your sweet Goddess," Abby added. "She earned them right away. I really like her."
"My 'sweet Goddess'," he laughed.
"It's true. How's she been doing through all of this?" Abby asked.
"She's been...getting more impatient about it, but...also really happy. I think she's just starting to feel relieved that it's all finally happening," he nodded. "I mean...the divorce and me moving out...that's what she's been waiting for. What we've both been waiting for."
"I bet. Lord, that is going to feel so nice when it's all final," Abby replied.
"Yes. It sounds so basic, but I can...finally just have her over. And...see her more often. I can't even fathom that yet, honestly," he admitted.
"Well, if I'm not mistaken — you probably got a little taste of that during your little soirée in the Hamptons, did you not?" Abby teased suggestively.
He scoffed. "Why...why does everyone's mind go there right away?"
"Who else's did?" Abby laughed.
"My mother's," he said.
Abby burst into laughter.
"Oh my God, that's awesome. That's because she's not dumb! And because she sacrificed that very...intimate, gross knowledge, for her son's ability to spend a week with the woman he loves," Abby nodded.
"I don't know what intimate, gross knowledge you speak of," he lied.
"Fitz — I'm not dumb either. You and your Goddess spend a whole week alone together? Yeah. I know how that went down."
"You know...nothing."
"Uh-huh. Right. So...on a scale of one to ten..."
"...Thirteen," he answered.
"Oh!" Abby exclaimed. "Now that's what I'm talking about — way to go Fitz and Olivia!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he nodded.
"See? Honesty. Doesn't it feel good?"
"Sure. Okay. Now...new subject," he chuckled.
"Fine. So, since everything is moving along, when are you going to tell Karen?"
He sighed. "Well. I think once we...get a little more settled with the divorce, and then a new house, I will. We've got a ton going on right now, I don't think I need to...pile on another big thing quite yet. I want to tell her, though. I want to be done hiding and lying, and she deserves to know. But...she is still only ten. She has enough swirling around in her head for the moment. We'll get there."
"I totally get you. Do you think...she'll take it well? Will she be surprised?"
"I honestly...don't know. She's so smart. It's hard for me to know exactly what goes on in her head. She knows Olivia and I are close friends, and has always seemed to enjoy that. But...we did have a conversation already, about...me finding someone else after Mellie. Which led me to believe she didn't suspect anything about Olivia. But it also led me to believe that...she would be okay with me having someone else in my life if it made me happy. So I'm not sure how it will go, but...I just have high hopes that it will go smoothly."
"Wow. You had that convo? Already?"
"Yes. She goes in spurts with her questions. And when she does, her questions can be...deep."
"That girl. So insightful!" Abby nodded.
"Oh, I know. Which can be both impressive and...awkward, at times," he admitted with a chuckle.
"I bet," she laughed. "Well, you know what I think?"
"Hm?"
"I think...it's going to go great. Karen loves her. She's looked up to her since day one. And given the conversations you've had with her, and how smart she is...I think she will understand. And I think she'll be happy about it," Abby nodded.
Fitz smiled and nodded back. "I can only hope that's the case."
"And then...what? Is the only other person still unaware...her mom?"
"Yeah," Fitz sighed. "And her uncle Frankie, who...she's always looked up to a lot. I haven't voiced my concerns to her about that yet, but...I definitely have them."
"Concerns?"
"Yes," he admitted. "I don't want to scare her, and I'm sure she's more worried about it than I am — it's her family. But...I have to admit. I think if her uncle wasn't a nice, quiet English teacher, there's a chance he'd fly here and...murder me. Not to say her mother won't do that, herself. I have...no idea."
"Oh God," Abby winced. "Well. Yeah. There is the perception to think about. Obviously we know your intentions. But from afar...looking in on this situation. Their perception may be a whole lot different than mine, or Olivia's."
"Yeah. I know," he nodded. "I know how people think. I know what they will think. And it probably won't be very good things. I'm just trying to deal with...one thing at a time here."
"Totally understandable," Abby nodded. "Your life has...undergone a lot of changes since last summer. And you really haven't had a minute to just...relax. Hopefully by this summer, things will have settled down for you and you really can relax. Because…you need it, dude."
"Yeah," he sighed. "I think, or...I hope they will have settled down by then. It's just a shame Olivia won't be here to relax with me."
"She going back home?" Abby asked.
"Yes," he nodded. "For a couple months. She's got a couple of jobs lined up there, that pay well. And she wants to continue saving up — which she can do at home for free. Especially considering she doesn't have a place to live here until her NYU apartment lease starts later this summer."
"Oh no. I'm guessing you're both not ecstatic about that," Abby inquired.
"No. We've pretty much...completely avoided the conversation. And, we've been so busy, dealing with other shit lately. I only know because she mentioned adding on a second job along with her waitressing job back home. But...I figured this would be the case anyway."
"That's too bad. I'm so sorry. I suppose...there's no way for her to stay in the city anyway, if her lease doesn't start until later. Because you're not sure yet what your living arrangements will look like in the summer, so you can't exactly take that risk of having her stay with you. And even if you did know what your arrangements would be...maybe it would be too soon for that?" she questioned.
"I don't...I don't know, honestly," he admitted. "I mean, I know for myself. I would be ready. She's just in such a different stage in her life. She loves the city and it's always been her dream to live there. So...seeing that I won't be living in the city at least for a while, I would never ask her to give that up. And...I'm sure her family wouldn't exactly love the idea of her living with me, either, even if she did want to. So I just don't know right now."
"Well, you two will get there. You've had the marriage discussion already, for God's sake, so at least you know each other's intentions. That's most important. And your location doesn't mean anything. It doesn't matter where you're both living — you prove that every day. Every couple has obstacles and things they need to figure out. Every couple has to determine what works best for them, which isn't always easy. You two are no different. And you'll get there."
He nodded, knowing his best friend was right.
"Thanks Abbs. I appreciate that."
"Of course. Always remember..."
He smiled, knowing what she was going to say.
"I'm rooting for you two."
He nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. So am I."
Well, there you go. Another chapter, more progress. To some, I know the progress may feel slow going, but there are a lot of moving parts to this!
I hope you enjoyed the adventures in the city, both with Karen and without Karen...wink wink.
Thanks as always, friends, for sticking with me on the journey.
Stay safe and read on,
~T