Chapter Twelve: Are You Ready?

"Livvie." Fitz shook Olivia for the third time with no answer. "Olivia it' time to get up." It was the morning of their trip to Aspen, and Olivia had slept at Fitz place last night. They figured it would be easier than Fitz going by to pick up Olivia from her place then going to the airport. Olivia had spent most of the night doing some last minute bags checks and packing what she forgot. Then they watched movies, and just chilled for the rest of the night, before Fitz carried a sleeping Olivia to his bed. At first it was weird to have someone, not just Olivia, in his bed. But when she curled up against him in her sleep, he quickly relaxed.

Now it was almost seven in the morning, and Fitz was showered dressed and trying to wake Olivia up so she could shower and get dressed as well. They had an eight o'clock flight to Aspen. They were taking Fitz's private company plane again, because Fitz hated flying commercial.

"Olivia you're going to make us miss our flight."

"It's your plane Fitz, your name is literally on the side of the plane. I highly doubt that plane will take off without Fitzgerald Grant on it." Olivia grumbled into her pillow.

"Well look who's awake and snarky. I see you're not a morning person." He kissed the back of her head, before scooping her up in his arms.

"Fitz." Olivia whined with her face in his neck.

Fitz carried her to the bathroom, and stopped in front of the shower. After he put Olivia down on her feet, he reached in and turned on the water. "Shower." He commanded, before kissing her forehead once more and walking back out the bathroom. He didn't stay, because he knew Olivia was still shy around him. He had once walked in on her changing, and she almost sprang an ankle trying to hide.

Half an hour later, Olivia was coming down the steps showered and fully dressed. She wanted to be comfortable on the plane, but she also wanted to be warn enough for the New York weather and then for the weather when they arrived in Aspen. She decided on a simple pair of designer jeans Alex made her buy, although Olivia had to admit they look great on her. She put on a light blue cashmere sweater that her mother had given her, and her new pair of grey knee length boots. Since she was still half asleep even after her shower, which normally wakes her up, she didn't feel like doing her hair. So she just pulled it all up in a high messy ponytail. She wore her Pandora bracelet, her necklace and some a pair of diamond studs in her ear.

After she checked the living room and office for Fitz, Olivia went into the kitchen and found him sitting at the bar reading the newspaper while Ms. Betty cooked breakfast. Ms. Betty was Fitz other cook. Annie had started taking some courses at NYU so Ms. Betty was around more nowadays. Ms. Betty was an older woman, but not too much. Olivia thought she was in her late forties early fifties. She wore black pants and a button up shirt every day with her apron. Her hair was cut in a curly short afro, and she always smelled of bread or biscuits. Even if she hadn't made them that day, she just always seemed to smell like biscuits.

"Good morning everyone." Olivia said, before walking into the kitchen. She sat on the stool next to Fitz's and stole a grape from his fruit bowl.

"Good morning. Are we finally awake?"

Olivia shook her head. "Nope, but I'm getting there. I still don't see why we have to leave so early."

Fitz shrugged, "I like early flights."

Olivia rolled her eyes then thanked Ms. Betty, when she put her breakfast plate in front of her. It was blueberry and banana waffles with a honey drizzle with a side of Canadian bacon and sunny side up eggs. Olivia had discovered Ms. Betty blueberry and banana waffles were her favorite, after Ms. Betty made them the first time. Olivia didn't eat breakfast often, but she always ate Ms. Betty waffles. "So what do you have on the schedule for this weekend?"

"Well the day after we arrive, you know I have meetings on the first day, so I won't be around. But I feel bad for leaving you by yourself so I arranged for you to spend the day with my business partner's wife."

"You arranged a play date for me?" Olivia smirked.

"Yeah, I guess so. Jillian is nice you'll like her. She's the only normal one out of the group, she's not snarky and uppity like the others nor does she drink too much-"

"Like the others?" Olivia finished his sentence.

"Yes. Now she's a little loud, but you get use to it. Besides, she's the only one I trust with you. Those others will probably lead you off a cliff."

"They all sound so lovely, I can't wait to meet them." Olivia said sarcastically as she bit off a piece of her bacon.

"Well when we land in Aspen you can. I'm going to go make sure our stuff is packed and help Tom take the bags down to the car." Olivia stood up to help check the bags, but Fitz put his hand on her shoulder and made her sit back on her stool. "You finish eating and we'll leave right after."

Olivia rolled her eyes at his back as he walked away. "He thinks I don't eat enough." She said to Ms. Betty.

"You don't." Ms. Betty slid Olivia's plate back over to Olivia. "Eat."

X

Aspen

"So Jillian is going to meet you in the lobby downstairs around ten. She said she's taking you for brunch." Fitz was moving around the hotel room fixing his tie, while Olivia sat in the bed eating granola and yogurt. Still in her pajamas from last night. Fitz had woken up almost an hour earlier, his alarm clock waking the both of them.

"Then I want to take you to dinner tonight. By the way, did you bring a cocktail dress with you? You might need one tomorrow."

"Um, I'm not sure. What's a cocktail dress?"

Fitz only smiled as he took his wallet out of his pants pocket and took out his back American express card. "Tell Jillian you need a cocktail dress. She'll know where to take you." He put the card on the nightstand by Olivia's side of the bed.

"I don't need that Fitz."

"Use the card Olivia." He can be so bossy at times. "I'll see you tonight." Fitz leaned over on the bed and cupped Olivia face in his hands. He kissed her slowly but hungry, loving the sweet taste on her lips from her yogurt. "Have fun."

"Sure."

X

"Oh my God."

"I know right, what did I tell you. I have no idea what they put in that sauce, but it is to die for." Jillian forked another piece of tuna into her mouth. Jillian was showing Olivia around Aspen, keeping her busy until tonight. It was a nice change for her as well, not doing the same things with the other gossipy wives.

"My sister is going to be so jealous she missed this." Olivia said, sipping her mimosa. She didn't normally drink this early in the morning, but Jillian had a bad influence on her just like Alex. In fact, Jillian reminded Olivia of Alex so much. That's probably why she clicked so quickly with Jillian.

"Okay lady, so we have a twelve o'clock back at the hotel spa. This is my one weekend away from my kids, and I need a massage to release all the tension they caused." Jillian said in her deep southern accent.

"How many kids do you have?" Olivia asked.

"Three little demons." Jillian quickly pulled a photo from somewhere, it was like magic. "CJ, Veronica and Bethany. Six, five and three. I love them to death, but boy am I glad they're spending the weekend with grandma." Boy does she love to talk, Olivia was thinking to herself. Ever since she met Jillian, she swore her mouth hadn't closed once. Just another one of the many ways she reminded her of Alex.

"Anyway after that, we have to go shopping. I know this little boutique that you will absolutely die for. I plan of doing exactly what my husband thinks all women do all day anyway, and that is shop until I drop. He gave me his credit card, and I plan to max it out by time I'm done. To be honest, I may be a little pissy about something he did a week ago. I said I was over it but we both know I was lying."

"How long have you been married?"

"Six years. We had a shotgun wedding at my family home in the backyard. It was small but nice. But when Veronica turned one, Connor surprised me with another wedding. It was fabulous. How long have you and Fitz been together?"

Olivia almost missed Jillian's question, because she didn't take breaths between her sentences. "Uh not too long, almost three months." Jillian gave her a shocked look. "Why so surprising?"

"Oh nothing bad, it's just you've only been dating three months, and he's already taking you on trips? To be honest I was shocked when Fitz mentioned he was bringing you. And not only that but he called you his girlfriend. The Fitz I knew, didn't do girlfriends."

"Yeah, he mentioned that once." Olivia said uncomfortably. She didn't quite know how she felt about Fitz never having a relationships, only sex buddies. Is that what he calls them?

"Well you must be something special then. I haven't seen him this way since…" Jillian stopped herself.

"Since who?" Olivia asked, noticing the weird and uncomfortable look on Jillian's face.

"No one. It doesn't matter." Jillian said, she saw the look on Olivia's face and decided to change the subject. She didn't mean to make her uncomfortable or herself for that matter. She was glad she stopped herself from saying something that would surely get Fitz angry at her. There was nothing scarier than a truly pissed off Fitzgerald.

"So do you want to head off and get those massages now? They have this algae flotation wrap thing that leaves your skin feeling so silky soft. I always get one, when I'm planning something special for my husband. He can't keep his hands off my skin." That made Olivia laugh, and Jillian was pleased that she could make her smile again.

After they paid their check, they headed back to the hotel Fitz and Olivia were staying at. Jillian and her husband were staying at one of the neighboring hotels, because it had a sports bar. But Jillian liked the spa services at Olivia's hotel better.

They quickly changed, and first enjoyed a massaged by a man named Marco. He had the biggest softest hands she had ever felt. He was hard, but not too much to hurt her. He massaged the tension in her neck and shoulders, she had never felt so relaxed in all her life. After their massages, they got facials and manicures and pedicures. Jillian was making sure Olivia got the full treatment, although Olivia absolutely refused to go in the mud.

After their spa day, Jillian did as she had promised and they went shopping. Olivia had lost count of how many shops they had hit, and she was sure Jillian had succeeded in maxing out her husband's credit card.

"Okay now we need accessories." Jillian announced, as they were leaving yet another shop. Their purchases were being sent to their hotel, so they didn't have to carry their bags around with them.

"Accessories?"

"Of course honey." Jillian marched off towards the closest shop across the street. Olivia was thankful everything was in walking distance, because she was starting to regret the heels she was wearing.

"We have the clothes, now we obviously need shoes to go with them. Maybe a new purse or two and definitely some new jewelry."

"How mad are you at your husband?" Olivia chuckled, picking up her steps to keep up with Jillian's long strides. With Olivia's short legs she had to take two steps just to equal one of Jillian's. "What'd he do anyway?"

"Oh he let his assistant, now former assistant, feel him up in his office a week ago." Jillian spoke as if it was the most natural thing she could say. Olivia had to quickly correct her face, from the shock.

"I told him that hussy was no good when he hired her. But of course I'm a woman so what do I know about business, God that man infuriates me. Anyway, he came on one night in sweat and confessed to me. He said he wasn't going to sleep with her, but he admitted that he didn't immediately stop her either. Poor bastard had nervous hives for three weeks straight because I wasn't talking to him." Olivia didn't respond, she didn't even know what to say if she wanted to speak. But by the time they got to the next store, Jillian had forgotten all about it. She was back to her bubbly loud self as they shopped for shoes and purses. Olivia thought Alex was bad at shopping, but Jillian gave her a run for her money. By the time they were done, Olivia was glad to get a little nap in before Fitz came to get her for dinner.

X

"So now I'm thinking about starting my own architect firm. I always said when I was younger, that I would be an architect if I didn't make it as an artist." Fitz straightened his tie for the third time in the mirror. For some reason, he just couldn't get it right how he wanted it.

"My meeting today was with my investors, I had to pitch them the idea. I already have a great start up plan, I have more than enough money to back my project. And I already researched some great locations for my office."

"Sounds great babe." Olivia called out from the bathroom. She was fully dressed, and was now putting the final touches to her hair. She was wearing an outfit she had bought with Jillian. It was a two piece skirt and shirt set. The top was a light grey, sleeveless top with rhinestone embellishments. And the skirt was cobalt blue color in the silkiest, softest material she had ever worn. She didn't wear any jewelry, because of the high neckline and the rhinestones in her shirt. All she wore was a pair of diamond studs and her hair was fixed in a simple ponytail with a curled end.

"How was your day with Jillian?" Fitz asked as Olivia opened the bathroom door. He turned around when he heard her heels clicking on the bathroom floor. He didn't hear a word she said, as all he could focus on was how beautiful she looked in that moment. This must've been a new outfit, because he hadn't seen it before.

"…And then we went shopping and I'm pretty sure Jillian bankrupted her husband and couldn't care less. She's actually pretty funny, and you were right she does talk a lot but I got use to it. And now I think I inherited her gift of talking nonstop without taking a breath. You need help with that?" Olivia walked over to him and retied his tie. Fitz put his hands on her waist, his fingers playing with the small amount of skin that was showing between her skirt and shirt. She smelled like citrus and it was intoxicating.

"You okay Fitz?"

"You look beautiful tonight."

"Why thank you." Olivia blushed. "Jillian practically forced me to buy it. She said it accentuated my curves."

"That is does Ms. Pope." Fitz rubbed his hands over her hips, loving the soft material of the skirt that hugged her hips.

"Yeah, but it cost a pretty penny and I kind of feel bad for buying it."

"That's what I gave you my card for Liv."

"I know, but it's just weird you know. I'm not use to this type of stuff. The private jets, the fancy dinners and someone just giving me their card to shop. All my clothes come from a department store or target, not some high-end boutique."

"I like to spoil you, what's so wrong with that?"

"I don't know."

"You still look beautiful." Olivia smiled as Fitz stroked her cheek. She felt him lifting her chin, until his lips came down on hers. His kiss still sent shivers down her spine, and tingles in her toes. She had, of course, been kissed before. But with Fitz it was like and art form that he had expertly mastered. The way his tongue swept in her mouth, the way he trapped her in his arms had her squirming for more. She could taste a mint on his tongue and fisted his suit jacket even tighter. She wasn't sure when they were going to finally give into each other, but she sure as hell hoped it was soon. She didn't think she could wait that much longer. Maybe even tonight was the night.

"Fitz you're going to ruin my makeup."

"Then let's get out of here, before we not leave this hotel room at all."

Olivia was half tempted to tell him to forget about dinner.

X

"Can we go skiing tomorrow?"

"We can do anything you want." Fitz answered, sipping his red wine. They were at the restraint Fitz always made sure to visit when he was in Aspen. He loved their Risotto and their octopus. They had arrived at the restaurant almost half an hour ago, and were seated immediately in their reserved table for the night. It was a window seat with a beautiful view of the snow falling outside. The atmosphere in the restaurant had a romantic feel. The lighting was low, the table were light with candles, and a woman was singing softly on a small platform in the dining area. Fitz loved how Olivia's skin just glowed from the light of the candle.

"And sightseeing? I brought my camera and I want to get some great pictures for my scrapbook."

"You still have a scrapbook Livvie?"

"Yes." Olivia stuck her tongue out at him, and threw her last bite of bread.

"I'm really glad you came Livvie."

"I am too. To be honest, when you first asked me I was a little nervous."

"About?"

"Being alone with you in a hotel room, sharing a bed."

"We've shared a bed before Liv."

"It's different. And lately, I've been thinking about…"

"About what?" Fitz needed to hear her say it. But before she could their waiter came back with their food, effectively ruining the moment.

"Alright here we go." The waiter rolled the cart with the food next to the table. "We have the Porcini flan with Dungeness crab for the gentleman. And the roasted quail with brioche stuffing."

"Thank you Rico." Fitz said, and Olivia wasn't surprised that he knew the wait staff by name.

"Shall I top off your glasses?"

"Yes please." The waiter quickly filled both Fitz and Olivia's wine glasses and promptly left.

"This is so good." Olivia cut another piece of her quail and stuffed it in her mouth. "How'd you find this place?"

"I own it."

"What? This is your restaurant?"

"Well fifty percent of it. The place was going out of business and I partnered with the owner and helped him keep the doors open."

"Is this the only restaurant you own?"

"No. There's one more in New York, a bar and a pastry bar."

"Pastry bar?" Olivia smirked.

"Why the smirk?"

"I just can't picture you wearing an apron and making cupcakes."

Fitz laughed, "Well I don't do any of the baking, I just make a percentage of the money. It's kind of a hobby of mine, I like bringing these businesses back to life."

"Buying business is not a hobby Fitz." Olivia was baffled by how calm Fitz was about this. She liked to read in her spare time, sometimes go for a run. But Fitz liked to buy business? "What kind of rich man's hobby was that? Don't you have any normal hobbies?"

"I fly planes and helicopters in my spare time."

"Again, a rich man's hobbies. I use to collect pins and buttons, that's a normal person's hobby."

"I guess I'm not normal then."

"No you're not. But I like you anyway."

"Well thank you."

For the next half an hour Fitz and Olivia ate the rest of their food Olivia mostly off Fitz's plate instead of her own. They talked about any and everything, laughing and disturbing most of the people around them but neither of them cared. They were carefree and having a good time. The more they more the more time that went by and the more wine they had, they began to loosen up. They weren't drunk by a longshot, but they were comfortable. When they first started eating, they were sitting on opposite sides of their curved booth. Now they were shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, and Fitz couldn't keep his hands off Olivia's neck. If she wasn't so high with lust, she would've been beyond embarrassed and told him to stop. She was always uncomfortable around other public display of affection, she could only imagine what the people around her were thinking.

Olivia was sitting with her right leg almost on top of Fitz's left. Her right hand was resting on his left thigh and her head on his shoulder. While his arm was draped across her shoulder. She smiled as she felt his fingertips playing with her shoulder.

Fitz scooped another piece of the tiramisu they were sharing onto a spoon. Olivia opened her mouth, her head still on his shoulder, and let him slide the spoon in. This night was turning out to be one of the best dates she'd ever had. And it had nothing to do with the fancy restaurant or the food or the wine. But everything to do with the company she had. She and Fitz had been sitting there talking about nothing and anything that just popped in their heads, but Olivia could do it all night long.

But as the night came closer to ending, Olivia's stomach turned even more knots. She was nervous about what was to come. And not in a bad way, but a good. She wanted Fitz to take her back to the hotel room, and make love to her for the first time. But she was also nervous. Does she tell him about her lack of experience? She wanted the night to be good for him as well, but she was scared to tell him. In the past, her virginity had been turn off. One boyfriend had even broken up with her because she wouldn't put out. And another because she was a virgin. She didn't want to have the same outcome with Fitz. She may not recover from that blow.

"Olivia." Fitz spoke in a husky deep voice.

"Yes?"

"Are you ready baby?" Olivia heard the double meaning in his voice. And she could see it in his eyes. The yearning need, he was practically pleading. She knew that Fitz had been holding back and had been fighting his need for her for months. She could tell he was tired of waiting, and she was tired as well.

"Yes."

X

Olivia rubbed her sweaty palm on the side of her dress for the fifth time since they left the restaurant. She was nervous, understandably so. She was about to have sex for the first time. Something she swore, when she was a younger, that she would only do with a man she in love with. Was she in love with Fitz?

Am I? I know I feel something for him, something stronger than just like. But is it love? I care for him, but I don't know if I love him yet. And yet, this feels so right. He feels so right.

I have to tell him. If he figures it out in the middle of… I'll be mortified. I should tell him right? What If he stops? What if he laughs at me? I can't take the sting of another man laughing at my virginity. I don't think I would survive that from Fitz. I have to tell him. I'll tell him.

Fitz pulled Olivia by the hand out of the elevator and through the small lobby that led to their hotel door. Of course they were staying in the presidential suite, so their door was the only door on that level. Fitz unlocked the door, and held it opened while Olivia walked inside. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked across the room, placing her bag on the back of the couch, she sat down.

Fitz looked at her expectantly, wondering why she didn't go straight to the bedroom. He was all for some couch sex later on, but not on their first time.

"Something wrong?"

"I need to tell you something."

"You've changed your mind?" It was half a statement half question.

"No! ... No I just need to tell you something… before I go in there."

Fitz came to sit beside her on the couch. Olivia had to move away, to keep him from touching her. Ever since they left the restaurant, Fitz just couldn't keep his hands off of Olivia. She was practically sitting in his lap in the car, because he had pulled her so close.

I'm gonna say it. I'm just gonna come right out and say it. "I'm a virgin!" Olivia slapped her face in her hands, embarrassed. She hadn't meant to shout it out to the entire hotel. She was just pumping herself up so much in her head, that she just blurted it out.

Fitz stroked his chin with his fingertips, something he always did whenever he was thinking. Olivia always loved his thinking face. He'd put his elbow up on his knee and put his chin in his hand. And if he wasn't sitting he'd just fold his arms and prop his elbow up on that. Olivia sometimes caught herself just starring at him while he worked, just to see that look of concentration on his ace. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Well it never really came up in conversation before. I don't make it a habit of telling everyone I meet. I mean we barely knew each other, and for months after we met we barely spoke to one another."

"How are you still a virgin. You're beautiful, smart, and smart and funny. How- how are you still a virgin?"

Olivia blushed, "Well I've had boyfriends in the past, but I- we never… nothing happened between us. I just didn't feel like it was the right time or person. You're not changing your mind about me are you?"

"Why would I change my mind?"

Olivia shrugged, "I don't know, why would any man? But it's happened before. And I kind of don't want it to happen again."

Fitz smirked, "Only kind of?" Fitz smiled when she blushed, he loved that he still made her blush. He kissed her forehead, and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Olivia had a secret little panic attack, thinking he was changing his mind.

"Stay here." Fitz commanded, before he walked out the suite.

Olivia sat rooted in her spot on the couch, just like he'd said. Olivia was learning just how demanding and commanding Fitz could be. And not just in his professional life, but in his personal as well. It was just his personality. He was a demanding person and he needed to be in control in every situation. And Olivia's personality wasn't as strong as Fitz's, so he was able to be that demanding person in their relationship.

Olivia sat in her seat for maybe a good ten minutes before Fitz returned. He came back in the room with two bouquets, one red and the other white roses. He also had a big brown paper bag in his arms. He walked in the room, only sending a wink Olivia's way before he walked right in the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Olivia was about to go in after him, but she stayed put in her seat on the couch.

Well he hadn't changed his mind about tonight, because he came back with roses and whatever else was in that bag. What is he doing though?

Just then, the bedroom door opened back up and Fitz walked out. He had taken off his suit jacket and shoes, and his tie was now loose. He caught Olivia off guard when he came over to the couch and swept her up bridal style.

"I know this is a little cheesy and probably lame, but this was the best I could do on such short notice."

"Do what?" Olivia asked, but Fitz didn't answer. Instead, he walked in her in the room and let her see for herself. Apparently Fitz had also bought some candles with those roses she saw. He had them spread around the rather expansive room. It was the only light provided, beside the low light from the bedside lamps. He had scattered some rose pedal on the bed and on the floor surrounding the bed. There was a bottle of champagne chilling in a bin of ice and two glasses.

"I've never done something like this before, I'm not a romantic man. And this was all I could find in the gift shop." Fitz put Olivia back on the floor. "So how'd I do?"

"It'll do-"

"Good." Leaning down, Fitz kisses Olivia in a hot demanding kiss. He didn't mean to cut her off, but he was tired of talking. His kiss is demanding, but also slow and deep. Fitz moves his hands to Olivia's back and slowly starts unbuttoning the buttons on the back of Olivia's shirt. He slid the soft material down Olivia's shoulders and let it drop carelessly to the floor. He moved to her skirt and quickly unzipped it. He had to tug just a little, to get the skirt down past her hips and thighs. Once he got her skirt down, he picked her back up and carried her to the bed. He lowered her down on the bed, taking her all in.

Fitz loved Olivia's body. She wasn't a stick like most of the women he had been with in the past. She was a real woman, with real woman curves and hips and breast. And damn did Fitz love her breast, He has always been a breast man.

Fitz stood back, gazing down at Olivia's partially naked body, as he undressed himself. Olivia was glad she let her sister and Chance take her shopping for underwear on their shopping spree. Because she would have been so embarrassed right now if she had on her penguin or any other animal printed underwear she had. But even though she wasn't embarrassed, didn't mean she was shy right now. This is the most unclothes Olivia has been in front of Fitz. He'd walked in on her changing and in the shower a few times. But she always quickly his herself form him. But now, now she was just lying there in front of him while he gazed down at her. She never been this naked in front of a man before, except a bathing suit at the pool.

She didn't know why she was so shy about her body. Alex never had this type of problem. She was a free spirit kind of person. She had no problem wearing the daring outfits, and the barely there bikinis. She had no problem flirting with guys, or even just talking to them. Olivia on the other hand didn't. She wasn't ashamed of her body, but she also had her issues with it at times. She loved her curves, but she also knew that curves weren't always that desirable on a woman. So now, she found herself covering herself with her hands and arms as Fitz continued to undress in front of her. She finally just slid under the covers.

When he was down to just his boxers he crawled onto the bed and underneath the covers. He hovers over her, kissing her sweetly. Olivia's tongue tentatively met his, she moaned into his mouth when he deepened the kiss. This kiss was a lot different than the others they'd shared. This kiss came along with a promise of something better to come.

Fitz moved his lips from Olivia's mouth and trailed kisses down her neck. Olivia had her hands over her breast, and even as Fitz's lips trailed further down she still didn't move them. Fitz had to physically move them out of his way. But as soon as he let her go, she tried to move them back over her breast.

Fitz gripped her wrist again and pulled them up above her head. "Keep them here or I'll tie them to this bed."

Olivia felt a tingle between her legs that she couldn't understand. Why was the prospect of being tied to a bed so thrilling to her? Needless to say, she didn't move her hands again, although it was a struggle. She felt Fitz unclip the front clasp of her bra and her cup her bare breast in his hands. She squirmed underneath him, when he took her nipple in between his teeth. She wanted to shove his head away, but also pull him closer.

"Fitz."

"Quiet." Fitz demanded, while still giving each of her breast some much needed attention. He snaked his right hand down Olivia's body. He played with the lace on her panties, before he slipped his hand inside. He was rewarded with a strangled groan and Olivia's soaking wet. He played with her folds for a moment, before sinking two fingers inside of her.

Olivia yelled out, her hands flying to his shoulders, just for something to hold. Fitz could feel her pulsating around his fingers. If this was the reaction he got from just his fingers, he could only imagine what he would get later on. Fitz got so turned on, that he skipped all the foreplay. He had to have her that moment.

Fitz leaned up on his knees pulling his boxers down past his knees. Olivia's eyes shifted towards Fitz's naked form. She bit her bottom lip, partly embarrassed and other part excited. This was the first time she'd seen Fitz completely naked. She'd seen his naked chest, and a few times in only his boxes. But now seeing him in all his naked glory, she couldn't keep her eyes off him.

She was caught off guard, when Fitz tore her underwear with both hands. Throwing the now ruined fabric carelessly across the room. Fitz gripped Olivia's thighs, spreading her legs further apart as he rest between her legs. He leaned over her, his elbows on either side of her head.

"You still want this?" Olivia nods her head yes. "I need you to speak."

"Yes."

Before she even got the word before Fitz slid inside her, filling her fully. Not giving her a moment to adjust, Fitz pumped into her with a slow steady pace. She feels his full body weight, when he shifts down on his elbows, trapping her on the bed. Her grip on his shoulders got tighter and her legs got tighter around his waist, as she slowly moved her hips with his. She could feel his chest hairs rubbing against her nipples with each of his thrust. His teeth biting into her shoulder and neck, she was sure she'd have bite marks maybe even some bruising in the morning. But she didn't care. How could she care when he was giving her so much pleasure in this moment. Pleasure that she had never had before. Pleasure that she would certainly never forget.

Olivia Pope could officially throw out her V card.

X

Catch You Later…