Anytime Anyplace
Olivia
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Olivia looked towards the door and got up from the bed. How she wish Fitz somehow were on the other side of the door. Thinking it was Amelia finally coming to her senses, Olivia snatched open the door without checking and was swept off her feet by Garrett.
"I just want to eat it."
There was a hungry need in his voice and behind his eyes, as he direly uttered, "I just want to eat it." Where was this energy at Plight? Olivia couldn't help but think.
Before she could respond, Garrett walked further into the room with her still in his arms. He kicked the door shut with his foot and proceeded over to the bed. Just as her body hit the sheets, her cell phone started ringing. Suddenly the text she got from Fitz minutes ago popped into her head. Could this be him calling? She never did respond.
Looking at the floor where she dropped her cell phone, Olivia looked back over at Garrett who was giving her a look that said ignore it. Her gut told her to answer, and Olivia always follows her gut. She leaned over the bed and grabbed her cell phone from the floor. Sure enough, it was Fitz calling. Panic took over her body as it has been since coming into contact with him, and Olivia darted inside of the bathroom shutting the door behind herself. Garrett confusingly watched her run off like a chicken with its head cut off.
"Hello," Olivia shakily answered the call. She cut on the faucet and the shower to drown out her voice in case Garrett was listening on the other side of the door.
"Is this a bad time?" Fitz's background was dead silent.
"No, it's not a bad time, what's up?" Olivia placed the lid down on the toilet and sat on top of it.
"You never responded to my text." She could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Yeah sorry about that I got distracted." Olivia looked at the bathroom door wondering if Garrett was actually listening to her conversation.
"Well answer it now, I prefer to hear that you're coming verbally anyway all pun intended." There was humor in his tone, though Olivia knew he was dead ass serious.
"What happened to only wanting one night with me? You're married for Christ's sake. I cannot be linked to 'America's Favorite Athlete'. I will be crucified and my business will plummet. Did ya think about that? Do you care? Or are you only concerned with getting your dick wet!?" Olivia was in a full-fledged panic attack. She began pacing back and forth in the bathroom like a madwoman.
"Olivia breathe," was all Fitz said.
"Fitz! -"
"Breathe," he kept repeating.
It took a few minutes, but Olivia was finally able to regulate her breathing. How can he be her trigger and the person that calms her?
"Fitz we cannot see each other again," she wasn't sure if she was trying to convince herself or him
"Why?"
"You're married."
"You knew I was married when you laid down with me two months ago. So tell me the real reason, Olivia." She never knew hearing her name would turn her on until it began rolling off his tongue.
Olivia paused, she can't tell him the truth. How is she going to tell him that he has her hooked? How is she going to tell him that she has been having wet dreams about him since that night? How is she going to tell him that she is obsessed with him?
"Fitz I just think it's best for both parties if we don't see each other again." She stoically replied needing to get off the phone before she caved in.
Fitz paused this time, Olivia looked at the phone to make sure he was still there.
"You need to send me an address by tomorrow." Fitz ended the call leaving Olivia stunned. She knew he was a man that doesn't take 'no' for an answer.
Hearing a few light taps on the door, Olivia totally forgot about Garrett.
"Olivia are you okay?" He concernedly asked.
Olivia got up from the toilet and cut off the faucets. She opened the door joining Garrett back in the bedroom.
"Yeah it was my mom," she lied.
"Is everything okay, you look flushed?" He genuinely asked.
"Yeah, now what were you saying before we were rudely interrupted..." Olivia sexily bit on her bottom lip while dropping her towel. She needed Garrett to take her mind off Fitz. Fitz has officially moved to her 'Toxic' list, he is now forbidden fruit.
Garrett proved to be the perfect distraction. He ate Olivia's pussy as if he was on a mission. By the time he left her hotel room, Olivia was sleeping like a baby. It's shame Fitz was on her mind the entire time. What the fuck has she gotten herself into?
The next morning, Olivia beat everyone down to breakfast. Naturally, she is a morning person and has always been the first one up. The morning has always been her favorite time of the day, though it seems she comes alive in the nighttime.
The dining area was relatively empty with only a family of four eating. Olivia made her way over to the buffet-style breakfast table which offered a decent variety. She made a plate that mostly consisted of fruits and her favorite raisin bagel. For some reason, Olivia found herself sitting next to a family of four. Their energy is what pulled Olivia over to them. The two children a little girl and a boy no older than 7 was too adorable. Olivia couldn't help the amusement she found in them bickering over the syrup. While their parents were too lost in feeding one another pieces of fruit to notice the innocent bickering from their children.
Love exuded from the couple, true love, something Olivia isn't sure she'll ever truly experience. It has simply become a luxury out of her grasp. She has long accepted the notion that love is not meant for people like her. All she knows is chaos. Her upbringing was very chaotic, suffocated with generational traumas that were never confronted.
"Madison stop arguing with your brother and Mason stop arguing with your sister. There is enough syrup for the both of you," the mom said and then turned to Olivia, "miss I am so sorry they're disrupting your breakfast," she apologized.
"Oh no they're so adorable," Olivia waved the mom off. "You guys are like the picture-perfect family." Olivia complimented with an admirable smile.
"Thank you," the mom looked at her kids with an adoring smile.
"They're angels when they aren't at each other's necks." The father added sharing the same smile as his wife while looking at their kids.
"How old are they if you don't mind me asking?" At first glance, they look as if they could be twins.
"They're five and six, word of advice don't have them back to back." The mom answered.
"I don't think I want children." This is only the second time Olivia has admitted this out loud.
"How old are you if you don't mind me asking?" The mom asked her.
"I'm 20, I'll be 21 in a few months."
"Girlfriend I didn't want any at 20 either, your mind will change once you meet the right one." She kissed her husband.
Olivia only nodded her head. This woman made it seem so easy.
Amelia, Michael, and Garret came down 20 minutes later. Olivia was midway through her breakfast. Of course, Amelia was up under Michael at their own table. Garrett grabbed a seat right next to Olivia. Olivia cannot believe how dickmatized Amelia is over Michael. She refuses to allow a man to have her out here like that, which is why she cut them off before it can get to that point. Who wants a man to have that much control over them anyway? Surely not Olivia, she'll pass.
For the remainder of the day, Olivia stuck by Garrett's side. Amelia clearly didn't want to be bothered with Olivia. Instead of doing the regular park, the foursome did the water park. Olivia and Garrett spent most of their time in the lazy river where they bonded over their childhoods which were similar. She learned his snootiness comes from his parents who raised him to be nothing less than perfect. At 29 years old, Garrett is finally coming into his own man. Olivia is proud of herself for breaking free of her parents two years ago, she couldn't imagine being under their possession for another 9 years.
After grabbing a bite to eat, Olivia and Garrett chose to eat in his hotel room. He was as sick of Michael as Olivia was with Amelia. They were in the middle of playing cards when Olivia's cell phone interrupted their vibe. She didn't have to look at her phone to know that it was Fitz. She had a trick for him tonight. It's her turn to play with his head.
"Excuse me, Garrett," Olivia retired to the bathroom. She cut on the faucets to drown out the conversation.
"I know where you work. Do I have to stalk you? Or are you going to make this easier for the both of us?" Fitz asked as soon as Olivia accepted the call.
Finding humor in his questions, Olivia laughed, "what do you mean?"
"What did I ask you to do?" Fitz asked matter-of-factly.
"Refresh my memory." Olivia playfully replied.
Fitz gave a sarcastic chuckle, "do I look like I am into games?"
"Who's playing?" She asked keeping up her charade, though she was sweating like a sinner in church.
"Have it your way Olivia." Fitz once again hung up on her.
Whatever that means, he isn't that crazy, Olivia thought to herself as she cut off the faucets. She left the bathroom and rejoined Garrett in the room.
"Let me guess, your mom again?" Garrett asked with a raised brow.
"Yeah, she loves to talk." Olivia shrugged.
"I see. So I was thinking we could pick up where we left off last night." Garrett pulled Olivia onto his lap sideways. She felt his erection poking her thigh. He was packing alright.
"Uh, I am actually gonna call it a night." Olivia faked a yawn. Garrett was supposed to take her mind off Fitz, all he did was make her crave him even more. It's a reason she hasn't had sex since Fitz.
"I'm a patient man." Garrett winked kissing Olivia's shoulder.
"Thank you," Olivia kissed his cheek and left his hotel room.
When she made it back into her room, Amelia was sitting on her bed alone. Olivia was shocked Michael wasn't on her titty.
"What are you doing in here?" Olivia didn't even hide her attitude. She wanted Amelia to know exactly how she felt.
"Is this not our room?" Amelia returned the attitude.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Olivia looked around the room expecting Michael to pop out.
"He's asleep," Amelia answered.
"So he is your boyfriend? You knew him all of what five minutes, really Ami?" Olivia scoffed.
"Please Olivia, you are one to judge."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Look I didn't come to argue, I actually came to apologize. I know this was supposed to be our weekend, but I thought it would've been cool if Michael and Garrett tagged along. It's not like we haven't done this before."
"Yeah with men we were hooking up, you ignored me all weekend Ami for him. Are you that fucking dickmatized?"
"Kill the dramatics Olivia I was not ignoring you."
"You can ask Garrett. If it wasn't for him I would've left."
"Olivia you always do this, it's exhausting at this point." Amelia shook her head.
"Do what Ami?" Olivia wanted to know.
"Every time I find someone I genuinely like you do this! You cannot have me all to yourself! If we're being honest you smother me! I feel like I am your mother, therapist, best friend, and lover at times! And you know what I am done!" Amelia left Olivia's room.
"Fuck you, Amelia!" Olivia yelled to her back.
Fitz
"Fitzgerald if you leave this house I will call your mother. We've only been back two days and already you're flying out to see your whore. Does she live in Atlanta? Is that why you've been flying there so much? Last I checked the Saints play the Falcons twice a year, yet for the past 6 months you can't keep your ass out of that city!" Mellie angrily spewed.
"Call my mother, what are we 5?" Fitz contemptuously laughed.
"Your mother loves me and you can't stand to see her hurt. If I call her and tell her that you're having another affair that will crush her." Mellie threatened with a wicked smile to match.
Fitz scratched his head looking at his wife sideways, "then give me what I want."
"Oh, no baby you don't waste 17 years of my life and think I am going to hand you over to the next woman. I must ask, what makes this one different? You've never called me another woman's name, so she must be something." Mellie sneered. "Did she suck your philandering dick better than a porn star? Or was her pussy so fucking magical you thought you were on a goddamn psychedelic high?"
Fitz chose not to answer. He didn't need to give Mellie any more ammo.
"You have to accept that this marriage is over. I have nothing else to give you." Fitz replied defeated.
"Because you refuse to fight! Fight for us dammit!" Mellie's voice shook the walls.
"I have to go Mel." Fitz kissed his wife on the forehead.
Mellie placed her hand against her forehead taking a deep intake of breath. "Fitz please don't make me go to the media. I will ruin your image. I will make all of your endorsements disappear. I will make America hate you once I am done destroying you." Mellie was on a roll with her threats.
"How soon we forget that I was the one who made the world fall in love with you. Try me and I can make them hate you again. What was it they called you, 'Ice Queen'? The sooner you realize this marriage is done the smoother our divorce will be." Fitz grabbed his overnight bag and left out their bedroom without so much as a second look at his wife.
"Over my dead body, we said 'til death us part baby." Mellie cynically said to his back.
Fitz arrived in Atlanta a little after two. He knew she was back from Six Flags and probably at her salon as it was Monday morning. He hasn't heard from Olivia since yesterday. She even went so far as to block his number. He'll indulge in her little game for now. Fitz called a car from his condo. It arrived 10 minutes later. On the ride over, the rain began to let up with a drizzle instead of the buckets that were dropping out of the sky since he landed.
As the car pulled onto the block that Olivia's business was located on, Fitz noticed her business was on a relatively busy street. It was the perfect block to get everything you needed. Among the businesses were a nail salon, barbershop, hair salon, wax salon, and cleaners.
Before stepping out of the car, Fitz threw on a baseball cap, pulling it down low hoping to conceal his identity. The last thing he wants is to be spotted by a crazed Falcons fan or an even crazier Saints fan. It's happened before and neither situation was pretty for the other party.
Hitting the buzzer on the side of the door to her business, Fitz waited for someone to buzz him in. The rain picked back up just as he was buzzed inside of the 1 story brick storefront.
"Hi, my name is Penelope, welcome to 'Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow', how can I help you?" A curly-haired bubbly woman greeted Fitz with a smile to match.
"Hi, I'm here to see Olivia. Is she in?" Fitz looked around the salon with a nod of approval. It had a welcoming aura and it smelled of citrus.
"Yes she is, may I get your name?" Penelope asked getting up from behind the counter.
"Thomas."
"Okay, one sec let me go get her. Please have a seat." Penelope waved towards one of the four chairs.
"I'm good, thanks."
Penelope nodded and walked off to get Olivia. She returned 10 minutes later with Olivia leading the way. Her eyes widened to the size of gulf balls, once laying eyes on Fitz.
"Hi." He could see her trembling through her staged casual demeanor.
"Is this a bad time?" Fitz roamed his eyes over her body. She was dressed comfortably in a pair of black leggings, a loose-fitting muscle t-shirt with her business logo across the front, and a pair of white Nike Air Force Ones. Her hair was pulled up into a bun and she was wearing makeup. As always she looked stunning.
Olivia nodded her head for Fitz to follow her. He caught the weird look Penelope gave the both of them as he followed Olivia to her office he is assuming.
"Fitz this is my place of business you can't just pop up," Olivia said in a hushed tone as she shut the door and locked it. She walked over to her desk and rested her ass against the edge.
"You wanted to play right?" She doesn't even realize how wrapped around her little finger she has him. He is still jet-lagged, yet he made the trip up to see her.
"Fitz I -"
He ignored whatever she was trying to say and walked over to her, noticing the sharp intakes of breath the closer he got to her. He removed his baseball cap and sat it on her desk. He gently placed his hands on her waist pressing his thumbs lightly into her flesh.
"You smell good." Fitz inhaled her scent.
"Thank you, but Fitz...we can't...I'm at work." Olivia protested with her mouth but was pulling him closer to her by his shirt.
"Then be quiet," Fitz pushed Olivia further back onto her desk causing it to creak. She opened her legs welcoming him further into her space.
"How was Bora Bora?" She locked her legs around the back of his thighs with her hands resting flat on her desk.
Fitz cringed at the disaster of a trip Bora Bora was and said, "you should've been there."
"Will you take me for my birthday?" He couldn't tell if she was serious or not. He had no problem taking her wherever her little heart desired.
"When's your birthday?"
"September 4th."
"What if I get tired of you before then?"
Olivia pushed Fitz in the chest glaring at him with an evil eye. He grabbed her hands placing them around his neck. She still was pouting. Fitz buried his face into the left side of Olivia's neck peppering it with kisses. Her hands moved to his shorts pulling them down with his briefs. The same woman that was just saying they couldn't because she's at work. His penis was poking her desk impatiently waiting to be reunited with its new home. She used the bottom of her desk to kick off her sneakers as he pulled down her leggings and thong. His lips were still bombarding her neck with open mouth wet kisses. Hearing her moan only made Fitz's erection worse. He felt like he could orgasm at any moment.
"Put him in me," Olivia begged as she threw her head back and opened her legs wider.
Fitz pulled away from her neck and kissed her lips as he entered her inch by inch. To keep from embarrassing himself, he had to hold still inside of her. If he attempted to stroke, thrust, or pump he would cum instantaneously. His mind was far too gone off the way she felt that he couldn't gather control of his thoughts coherently.
"Stop playing and fuck me," Olivia began winding her hips creating dangerous friction.
Fitz tore away from their kiss, "Liv wait," he frightfully panicked but it was too late he was already coming inside of her.
That didn't just happen, did I just come in under 30 seconds and inside of her fuck! Fitz was still panicking as he looked at a surprisingly calm Olivia who was actually holding back a laugh.
"There will be no babies, I'm on birth control." She burst out laughing. That was the least on his mind, he was still mortified for coming prematurely.
Fitz couldn't even look at Olivia as he pulled out of her and redressed. He went and stood back against the door shaking his head repeatedly. He felt like banging it against the door. Olivia redressed as well and hopped off her desk. She grabbed his baseball cap and walked over to Fitz still finding humor in the situation. He can already see that she will never let him live this one down. Fitz should've remained patient. He let his little head lead him here when his big head was telling him to stay put. He just had to see her, and in doing so he humiliated the hell out of himself.
"You can wipe that stupid smirk off your face." His ears burned with humiliation.
"Fitz it happens to the best of us, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." Olivia nonchalantly shrugged.
"You're the chick you're supposed to come fast. This doesn't happen to me."
"See you tonight minute man." Olivia winked placing his baseball cap back over his head.
"Oh, you're having fun with this huh? See you tonight Liv," Fitz adjusted it to his liking.
He called a car and she walked him to the door once it was outside. The rain had subdued for the moment. Once back inside of his condo, he turned on his personal cell phone. Mellie called and texted him over twenty times. His parents called him as well as his sisters. He knew Mellie got to them. Cutting his personal cell back off, Fitz headed for the shower to prepare for Olivia.
Fifteen minutes before Olivia's arrival, Fitz's business phone rang. Screening the call, he saw that it was his manager Cyrus Beene calling. Cyrus only calls when there are problems in their camp, never for simple pleasantries. Cyrus seldom calls during the offseason, Fitz hoped everything was okay.
"Cyrus," Fitz answered unsure of what to expect.
"Why is your wife calling me on a Monday evening at the end of the offseason when I am trying to catch up on as much rest as possible before the start of the new season crying about your infidelity. Fitzgerald, I don't care what you do with your dick, quite frankly. Stick it in the whole goddamn US of A for all I care. Now that I think about it why does she care all of a sudden? Never mind don't answer that. Fitzgerald, you need to contain her. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, you know that so fix it." Cyrus lectured.
"My marriage is over Cyrus, you know that. Mellie won't accept it."
Cyrus exasperated exaggeratively into the receiver, "this is a conversation you have with your wife and your marriage counselor. Handle her Fitzgerald, goodnight." Cyrus hung up on Fitz which prompted Fitz to cut off his business phone. There would be no distractions tonight on his end.
Fitz looked out of his window at the heavy downpour beating against his windows. The storm was in full effect now. Lightning was striking the Atlanta skies in the distance creating the perfect ambiance.
Olivia called Fitz when she was five minutes away. He left out of his condo to wait for her in the lobby. The rain had everyone tucked away in their safe oases, leaving the lobby empty to his benefit. The first time he brought Olivia here, he was careless. No one spotted them together, but Fitz didn't want to risk the chance.
He was reading a magazine when Olivia walked into the lobby wearing a short raincoat with her hood drawn and a pair of blue open-toe platform heels. She listens, Fitz thought. Her perfume immediately filled the lobby. This signature fragrance of hers has become his favorite.
"Hi." She said pulling back her hood. Her hair was no longer in a bun, it was parted in the middle cascading past her shoulders. The only difference with her makeup was her lips. They weren't glossed but stained with red lipstick.
"Hi." Fitz could take her right here in the lobby.
"Too many cameras." Olivia read his mind. Fitz nodded in agreement.
They walked hand-in-hand to the elevator. Fitz couldn't wait to see what was under the raincoat she was wearing. As they were walking into his condo a roar ruptured throughout the sky causing Olivia to jump. She grabbed the back of Fitz's shirt.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of a little thunder." He grabbed her hand pulling her close to him.
"Who actually likes thunderstorms?" She sarcastically asked.
"Me," Fitz walked them over to the dramatic elliptical staircase which is his least favorite of this condo. All it takes is one drunken night on these stairs to end his career. They carefully took the stairs one at a time until they were on the second level of his residence.
Fitz took Olivia to his playroom instead of his bedroom. He's no Christian Grey, but he believes every man should have a playroom where they can uninhibitedly entertain their partners. Sex is all about the exploration of the mind, body, and soul. The things a body can do in regard to the way it responds to sex has always intrigued Fitz.
"Wow I didn't know you were into this," Olivia looked back at Fitz with a raised brow.
She turned around giving herself a tour of the electric blue-lit room. Perched against one wall was a king-sized bed with an upholstered four-poster canopy, that had a sheer blue curtain. The floor was covered in blue onyx tile wall to wall, and the ceiling and walls were painted midnight blue. Along another wall was a glass display that had a variety of sex toys. In the middle of the room was a custom blue pole dancing pole. Olivia is the first woman he has brought to this room. Mellie hasn't even seen this room and Fitz had this condo for a year. Besides, they've always had traditional sex and the other women he's been with were just road groupies.
"How many women have been to your playroom?" Olivia asked giving the pole a twirl.
"Only one," Fitz replied wishing she would hurry and take off the raincoat she was wearing.
"I think you're lying to me." Olivia warily looked at him.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Olivia."
"Are you up for a show? Where's the alcohol?" Olivia eyed the pole.
"Always, how comfortable are you with the pole? And I need to experience you sober at least once." Fitz sat at the edge of the bed.
"Very comfortable, and that's fair I guess." Olivia removed her raincoat tossing it on the bed next to Fitz.
"Damn," this woman has yet to disappoint him.
Olivia was wearing a baby blue chemise that had a draped fringe detail all over. She was wearing matching blue pasties and a thong to match underneath.
"Can I have some music please?"
"Any request?"
"R&B."
Fitz walked over to his Bluetooth speaker and found an R&B station on Pandora. 'Anytime Anyplace' by Janet Jackson started playing. Fitz came and sat back at the foot of the bed and gave Olivia his undivided attention.
Watching Olivia dance on the pole was like watching poetry in motion. The woman was a pro that Fitz almost went to retrieve some money to show his appreciation. She'd put any stripper to shame. He can't wait to uncover all facets of Olivia. She clearly is a woman full of surprises.
The song ended and Olivia sauntered over to him. Fitz grabbed her waist ready to get his fixing. He ripped the cheap fabric of her chemise tossing it. Cupping her breasts, Fitz ran his tongue up and down and around Olivia's stomach, causing her to quiver with anticipation.
"You ripped my chemise." Olivia moaned as she ran her hands through his curls.
"I'll buy you another one." Fitz stood up from the bed and removed the pasties covering her nipples.
"Which way do you want me?" Olivia licked her lips.
Fitz ignored her and walked over to the glass display of sex toys and grabbed his ribbed orgasm enhancer. The finger-sleeve sex toy was sure to have Olivia squirting if she is a squirter.
"I want you from behind." Fitz placed the vibrator on his right index finger waiting for Olivia to assume the position.
"Wait I'm not a fan of anal." Olivia looked back at him.
"Good 'cause neither am I."
She relaxed upon hearing that and arched her back perfectly giving him the perfect view of her pussy and ass. Doggystyle has always been his favorite position. Kicking off his slides, Fitz rid of his clothes and climbed in bed behind Olivia.
He slipped a finger under Olivia to see how wet she was and if he needed any lubricant. Foolish of him to think she wouldn't be ready, Olivia was dripping. Replacing that finger with the finger in the vibrator on her clit, Olivia screeched and scooted away from Fitz.
"I'm sorry I wasn't expecting that." Olivia giggly yelped staring back at Fitz.
"I'll turn down the speed." Fitz leaned down and pecked Olivia's lips.
"No keep it at that speed I can take it." He loves that she was up for the challenge.
"Okay. I'm going back in." He told her.
Olivia nodded pursing her lips together in anticipation.
Fitz placed the vibrator back on Olivia's clit and she dropped her head into the velvet blue comforter to muffle out her cries of pleasure. Rubbing his dick on her ass, Fitz hoped this wasn't too stimulating for Olivia. He entered her slowly as he did back at her office only this time he had control, which he lacked at her office.
"Fffuuccckkk," she lifted her head from the pillow looking back at Fitz as if he stole something from her. He gave her the eye contact she wanted.
"You feel so…so amazing…so tight…so wet." Fitz kept working the vibrator on her clit and used his other hand to grip her waist for support as he rocked his hips forward.
"Fiiittzzz I-I-I can't take it!" Olivia hissed burying her head back into the bed.
"What can't you take?" He wanted to know. Olivia groaned something incoherent. "Talk to me baby, what can't you take?" Fitz found her spot and tapped it mercilessly.
Olivia shot her head up once more, "the vibrator...your dick…one has to go...'cause I'm…I'm…coming and ooohhh shit squirting!" Olivia growled with her upper body collapsing onto the bed.
"That's my girl," Fitz pulled the vibrator from Olivia's clitoris and continued stroking her until he came inside of her. Fitz can't keep allowing himself to lose control like this. The force of his own orgasm caused him to fall onto her back.
"You don't play fair, who knew that little toy would have me reacting like that," Olivia rolled over onto her back.
"I had to get you back."
"I don't like squirting it's messy as fuck." Fitz has found most women don't like to squirt. He finds pleasure in it and wishes he could've seen Olivia's face as it was happening.
"Well, it's a good thing we don't have to sleep in here."
"Umm m-m-maybe I-I-I should g-g-get g-g-going –" She was starting to panic again.
Fitz climbed on top of Olivia, "breath," he whispered against her lips.
Olivia closed her eyes and then reopened them with an exhale, "sorry I just don't think me staying is a good idea."
"Why isn't it?" This is the first he's heard this. Most women would jump at the opportunity to spend the night with him.
"I don't want to send the wrong signals. I mean this is strictly sex for us, right? Why confuse things?" She explained to his dismay.
"Olivia you may have forgotten but it's a bad storm happening outside right now. I wouldn't want you traveling in that kind of weather when I have plenty of bedrooms for you to crash in."
"Oh, I just thought you -"
"Do me a favor and stop assuming."
Fitz got off the bed and redressed. He then helped her up and showed her to one of the guest bedrooms, where she could shower and change into something comfortable. He had an assortment of women's clothing brought to the condo a week after His feelings were hurt. Why didn't want to sleep next to him? When has sleeping next to someone meant a relationship? Olivia was behaving as if she wanted to be treated like a prostitute. Fitz was tempted to pay her for her services.
While in the shower, he calmed himself down. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he was making a big deal out of nothing. She has every right not to want to sleep next to him. He's the one who's catching feelings. Exiting his en-suite, he stopped in his tracks when he noticed Olivia laying in his bed waiting for him. Minutes ago he was irritated with just the thought of her, now he found himself enamored. She was wearing one of the teddy's he had purchased. Her once straight hair was now in curly ringlets and her face was bare. This is his first time seeing her in her natural state and Fitz knew this was a face worth waking up to.
"I look busted don't judge me." Olivia dramatically placed a pillow over her face.
Fitz hopped into the bed and moved the pillow from Olivia's face, "no you look beautiful." He said pulling on one of her curly ringlets. Fitz doesn't know when the exact moment was, but he has caught feelings for this woman, and he's afraid those feelings won't be reciprocated.
"Don't tell me what I wanna hear." She peeked at him.
Fitz kissed her forehead, "I would never. Can I see this Olivia more often?"
"We'll see." Olivia shuddered with a chill.
Fitz placed them under his Egyptian Cotton duvet set. Olivia turned away from him placing her butt against him. Fitz took that as a cue that she wanted to be held. He turned on his side and spooned her.
"When I wake up in the morning, will you be here?" He had to ask to prepare himself.
"Good night, Fitz." She avoided the question.
The next morning Fitz awoke to an empty bed. He didn't need to search the condo to know that Olivia was gone. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered throughout his place.
