A week had passed since Olivia and Abby had dissolved their friendship. During working hours they behaved amicable towards each other. However, the small talks in between were no longer had. Both thought that they were doing a good job at hiding the gigantic wedge between them but that wasn't the case. Stephen had approached Olivia one evening to inquire about the happenings between the two. In not too many words she'd told him that Abby and her had an argument and that she's no longer staying with her, that's when it became common knowledge that Abby hadn't moved back in with Stephen either. He seemed to be worried about her wellbeing but also blissful about his upcoming nuptials.
Despite the gloomy part of her week, Olivia could honestly say it was overall incredible. Ever since her and Fitz had physically declared that they want to be more than friends she was happier. During their downtime at work, they would secretly text one another. No one knew of their budding relationship and they hope to keep it that way.
Unfortunately, they didn't get to spend much alone time outside of work during the past week. Fitz was busy catching up on paperwork that was neglected when he was away in Florida; and it didn't help that everyone and their grandmother needed rescuing in some capacity during their shifts.
Disappointedly, they hadn't kissed again since she'd visited his house, but she hope all of that would change tonight on their first official date.
Being that they were both off for the weekend, Fitz thought that it would be an excellent time to ask her out on a date for Saturday evening.
As Olivia prepared for the evening, butterflies filled her stomach. She'd grown in her feelings for him. Not only was he incredibly handsome with a great body but he possess a kind heart and she love that about him. Love? She catches herself thinking about love. It wasn't possible to love someone so soon, she corrects her thinking – even though it was getting harder and harder for her to hold back herself from him, when all she wants to do is surrender her entire being. They said they were going to take things slow but deep down she knows her heart is taking it fast, she wants him, she craves for him, she doesn't know if she could do life without him.
To calm her nerves, Olivia had her iPhone connected to the iHome speaker sitting atop her nightstand, playing her Ed Sheeran Pandora station. An eclectic mixture of his songs, John Legend, Hozier, Sam Smith, Maxwell and John Mayer soothes her anxiety and puts her in a great mood.
She'd come to know that Fitz likes her hair when her curls are wild and free, without much debate - she settled for that look. Her hair was let down and around her shoulders in masses of curls, it was freshly washed from the day prior and smelled of coconut and grapefruit. Olivia remembered how his hands were playing in it when she'd visited his house and they were lounging on the couch after dinner. The two talked about any and everything as they snuggled up together watching TV. Of course that was the first time they'd also made out with each other. Fitz was an exceptional kisser and all he did was turned her on to the point of insanity. It didn't matter though because they weren't in a rush to consummate each other's body.
Olivia would be ashamed to admit that she bought an entire new outfit for the occasion. After Fitz had dropped her off yesterday morning at her apartment, she took her prescribed amount of sleep before getting up and hitting the mall. Thanks to the holiday and its odd extended hours, she was able to do clothes shopping at ten in the night. Olivia considered herself to be a thrifter because she never purchase retail; she would much rather hunt down the bargains. However, on this shopping trip she didn't mind spending a few extra dollars because it was worth it. Luckily, she didn't have to due to the many sales that the holidays brought. Olivia was able to walk out of Nordstrom with an entire outfit including shoes and accessories for under $200.
She had no regrets from her impromptu shopping trip. Her new black Charles David Yadira leather bootie paired nicely with her FELICITY & COCO seamed pencil dress in a tango red color. Because of the winter weather she wore black opaque tights underneath the stretch-knit sheath dressed, con-temporized by a goldtone two-way zipper traveling the full back length. Olivia couldn't deny how sexy she felt as the dress hugged each and every one of her curves.
When her minimal makeup was applied, she slipped on her black Topshop double-breasted coat cut with a trench style collar and tailored A-line silhouette that exude vintage flair. She gives herself a once over in the mirror and couldn't help but smile brightly. She felt incredibly beautiful, a new outfit will do that for you but also it had a lot to do with the man who was picking her up in less than five minutes. She wore little jewelry; a pair of gold studs, a crisscross index ring on her right hand and a pair of gold bangles on her left.
Spraying a little perfume on her erogenous pulse points, she wraps around a thick scarf and makes her way out to the living room.
At 6 PM, Fitz was exiting Olivia's apartment building elevator. In his hands was a beautiful arrangement of orchids. He thought it would be a nice gesture even though she'd told him that she wasn't big on flowers when he'd asked for her favorite. After not receiving much help from her, he took his research to google to discover the meaning of flowers so that he could choose an appropriate one. He chose orchids. Orchid represents love, luxury, beauty and strength, and to him it suited his Livvie.
Fitz was also sharply dressed in a Duckie Brown Gentlemen trim fit wool suit in a dark blue color. He paired the suit with a sky blue shirt that brought out the cerulean blue of his eyes. On his feet he wore simple brown dress shoes. Fitz couldn't remember the last time he got this dressed up. Since it was their first date, he wanted to go all out. He'd even secured an eight O' clock reservations at Chicago Cut Steakhouse, one of the best upscale restaurants in the city.
Taking a deep breath, Fitz knocked twice on her front door. It didn't take him long to see his date's breathtaking face. He softly gasped when the door was open to display her figure. She looked ravishing although he couldn't see what she was wearing underneath her coat.
"Hi," she greets with a broad smile. She'd never seen Fitz look so handsome. His suit underneath his long coat fitted him like a second layer of skin, his hair slicked back except for that one errand curl that sits on his forehead begging to be touched.
"Hi," he leans in and kisses her on the lips. It was sweet but too short, making Olivia internally groan. She wanted more than a smooch.
"You look breathtaking," he tells her, running his eyes up and down the length of her body in appreciation.
Olivia blushes underneath his appreciative gaze.
"So do you," she replies, leaning towards him for another kiss in which he quickly obliges.
Fitz wraps his free hand around her waist and brings her body flush against his as the two engaged in a tongue wrestle. They only pulled apart when their oxygen levels were depleted.
"Wow," was Olivia's word of choice when she was able to breathe again. She couldn't believe how worked up a kiss from him caused her to be.
Fitz gives her another smooch, pulling away quickly before he deepened the kiss. He was addicted to her full, soft pillow lips. It felt incredible against his. Each kiss felt like he was sipping on honey.
"For you," he extends his hand with the beautiful orchids already standing in a clear vase.
"They're beautiful, thank you," she smiles.
Wordlessly, she moves further into her apartment and signals for Fitz to come in. Olivia took the vase containing the orchids and places it on her coffee table, where it brought some color to her interior decor. Fitz watched as she checked her face in the hanging mirror, no doubt to see if her lipstick was intact.
When she was satisfied with her look, she grabbed a black wristlet resting on the couch before heading towards him.
"Let me see," she cups his face, inspecting his lips for lipstick remains. She found a small dab on his lower lip and proceeds to wipe it off.
Fitz couldn't help but smirk at her as she took care of him. His heart couldn't help but fall deeper for her. When she was finished, all he wanted to do was kiss her soundly but before his thoughts could become actions, she tells him, "Alright let's go before we miss our reservations."
"Right," Fitz almost forgot about that.
Being the gentleman that he was, he opened her front door for her along with the door to his truck. Fitz was slightly embarrassed that he didn't have a more flashy car to drive her out in but she didn't seem to mind. She sat comfortably in his 1998 black Ford Ranger; at least the body work still looked good and he'd gotten it re-sprayed, he thought.
On their way to the restaurant the two made small talks about their day. Olivia inquired about Bubba and if he missed her and of course Fitz said yes, secretly hoping that she would pay him a visit soon.
A few minutes before eight the truck was handed over to a valet and Fitz was escorting Olivia through the front doors of the restaurant. Once inside, they made their way to check their coats. That was when Fitz almost choked on his own saliva. There in the flesh for him to see was Olivia's curves beautifully accentuated by the red dress.
Olivia felt his gaze on her and it made her more confident.
"Are you trying to kill me?" He half jokes.
Olivia gives him a small laugh and shakes her head no.
"I believe you are. Wow. Livvie, you look absolutely breathtaking."
Her ample cheeks redden as she takes in his praises. "Thank you," she simply tells him, holding out one of her hands for him to take. She'd grown to love the way their joined hands felt. His big manly one enveloping her small dainty one.
Fitz collects her right hand and joins it with his left. Together they made their way to the hostess who seated them at a semi-private table in one of the corners of the wide room.
Their waitress brought out a chilled bottle of Terlato & Chapoutier 2012 Shiraz for them to sip on as they looked over the appetizer menu.
"This is nice," Olivia smiles, twirling the red liquid around the wine glass.
"I agree," Fitz replies with the same beam.
"How was your day?" She asked, since they hadn't spoken much about him on their way over.
"It was good. Got in some workout, finally," he sighs, grateful that he was able to do some cardio for the first time that week. Exercising was an integral part of his life.
"If my body looked as good as yours, trust me I would quit the gym," she jests before taking a swig of her wine.
Fitz chuckles softly before adding, "So you do find my body attractive?"
Olivia rolls her eyes playfully at him, one thing she'd learned about Fitzgerald, was that he can be as cocky as the next male when his ego is inflated.
Smirking at her antics, he further says, "If it's any consolation, I believe that you should quit the gym too." It was a serious compliment from him; he found her to be incredibly sexy. He takes her in, the flicking of the candles flames were dancing tantalizingly against her mocha skin; he was simply enthralled.
"Speaking of workout. Can you be my personal trainer when I go to the academy?" Knowing his workout ethics, Olivia would be more than happy to have him navigate her through the various fire drills.
He gazes intently at her before replying in a low voice, "Are you sure you can handle it? I can be very demanding."
Her stomach did somersaults from the prodigious sex appeal he was oozing.
She brings her wine glass to her lips for another sip, hoping to quell the fiery pit in her stomach. It had been so long since those carnal urges were awake.
Lowering the wine glass to its rightful place, she answers in a sultry tone, "I think I can manage quite fine, Lieutenant."
A low throaty groan answers her; Fitz could feel the stirring in his pants but ignores it. His dry spell now felt like a Sahara desert and Olivia represents the oasis he'd stumbled upon. He can see the oasis present but he was still miles away from reaching it. For now he was contended in seeing the oasis that would soon quench his thirst and bring refreshment to his soul. He was content.
The dining experience was phenomenal, the food tasted exquisite. They both feasted on a shared platter of lobstercargot as their appetizer, Fitz ordered the infamous Chicago Cut Steak rib-eye done medium-rare while Olivia ordered a lobster salad; he joked that she was on a lobster theme. They talked and laughed over their food, even sharing small bits with each other. The two were in their own world, oblivious of the other diners, especially the watchful gaze of the middle aged man sitting at the table perpendicular to theirs.
When their shared dessert of chocolate ganache raspberry marcipone layer cake was consumed, Olivia excused herself to pay a visit to the ladies room.
She was in such a good mood as she sashayed her hips out of the room, knowing that Fitz' eyes were on her made her all the more confident as she strutted.
Fitz was thoroughly enjoying the show until she was no longer visible, a sharp tap on his shoulder broke his reverie.
Looking up, he sees a balding middle aged man smiling down at him. Slightly aggravated, Fitz asked with a hint of gruffness in his voice, "How can I help you?"
With his face wearing a sleazy smile, the man answers in a low voice, "Which agency did you use to hire her?"
Fitz felt like someone had sucker punch him in the gut. He blinks his eyes rapidly in confusion, he felt as if his mind was playing tricks.
"Come again?" Gray stormy eyes look up into the face of a pathetic man.
The man wasn't deterred and asked again this time slower, "Where did you hire her from? I'm married but from time to time I like to go on the exotic side." The man winks at him in good measures, thinking that Fitz understood where he was coming from.
Fitz pushed back his chair when it dawned on him what the man was implying, and stood to his feet, towering over the racist prick, ready to terminate him. From the corner of his eyes he sees Olivia in the distance, reentering the room with a pep in her step and a wide smile on her face.
In a low deathly tone, Fitz says, "Get the fuck out of my face with your lower than the ground shit or else I'll forget that my girlfriend is in this fucking room and beat you to a pulp. You fucking piece of shit don't deserve to breathe the same fucking air as her." He was livid and he watched as the man tried to be apologetic, his entire face turning red as he went back to the table with a middle aged woman who was probably his wife.
Fitz wasn't satisfied with just words, he wanted to punch the asshole in his face but didn't want to make a scene and subsequently embarrass his date. The owner of this fine establishment would soon be hearing from him, when he reports his less than unsatisfactory experience.
By the time Olivia reached to the table, Fitz was already signing the check and throwing some bills on the table. In haste he told her that they're leaving. She wondered why the sudden change of mood because when she'd left, he was in high spirits. Returning from the restroom, she'd seen him talking to an older man but didn't know what it was about. Without putting up a fight, she gathers her belongings from the table.
She followed him to go collect their coats before heading out through the doors. Fitz was walking fast and she basically had to run to keep up with him. She kept wondering what was wrong. They waited in silence for the valet to pull around the truck. Once it came to the front, Olivia hopped into the truck and so did he.
Fitz was steaming like a pressure cooker, every part of him was ready to explode in anger. He didn't deal well with anger, he would either keep it inside until it festers and reaches a deadly crescendo or he would rather take it out physically, preferably on a boxing bag.
They drove in silence for five minutes until Olivia was fed up of being in the dark. She watched as his right hand roughly switches gears, while the other held onto the steering wheel with a deathly grip and his jaws ticking from the grinding of his teeth.
"Are you angry?"
He doesn't answer.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Fitz sighed because the last thing he needed was her to feel bad. She didn't do anything to warrant such feelings.
"No," he grumbles. Since he had a hard time expressing himself when angry, he didn't want to say things that would make her take pause with him.
"Was it that man?" She asked, looking over intently at him through the dark.
He was quiet again but this time his entire body stiffens, she could tell that she'd hit the nail right on the head.
Fearing the worst she asks, "What did he say?"
Fitz lets out a long sigh as he pulled up to a red light, "Liv, just drop it. I refuse to vocalized what that prick had to say."
"Was it about me?" Her voice was low and it broke Fitz' heart that she would already question if it was about her. He hated when people have preconceived judgments about what type of person you are without knowing you.
"Livvie, it doesn't matter. I think I handle it the best I could, given the environment."
Olivia wasn't appeased, now her curiosity was piqued. What did he say that warranted him to be so upset? She wanted to know.
"Just tell me," she urges as he continued navigating the streets.
"I really don't want to upset your night because mine is already ruined. Please don't let me have to repeat what he said, Livvie."
Her heart was beating fast and she felt queasy, she wouldn't be able to rest until she knew what happened.
"Please just tell me," she begged.
Sighing loudly, Fitz repeated explicitly what had transpired between him and the other man.
Olivia was stunned by all of it, how could people behave so crude towards others? She mentally self-evaluates herself to see where did she looked or behave like a prostitute. Was my dress too tight? Was I behaving too forthcoming with Fitz? Was it my walk that I put on for him? She racked her brains to find the WHY. Now she was deeply upset and was mad that she didn't get to verbally lash out at the offender at the restaurant. She already mentally planned to contact the manager to tell them of their experience there
"I'm sorry that he ruined our night," Fitz apologies.
Olivia nods her head and remains silent. A few seconds passed before she asks, "do you have any hang-ups when it comes to our different hues? Let me know now so I can walk away." She didn't mean to turn on him but she needed to know if he held any reservations about her being a black woman.
Immediately, Fitz answers, "of course not. I love everything about you and that includes the things that makes you different from me." He pauses before continuing, "If you would have me, I would be lucky to be your boyfriend and I would be even luckier to show you off wherever I go. I'm not ashamed of us and I'm not going anywhere." His voice serious and passionate; she listens to him intently, taking in the assurance of his feelings for her.
His declaration caused her to smile, they may not be able to change the racist pricks that lives in the world but surely relationship like theirs would overcome the hate even by a little.
"I would be happy to be your girlfriend."
Fitz took his eyes off of the road for a few seconds to capture her eyes with his and grins.
They made their way to her apartment, where they snuggled up on the couch and talked about their most embarrassing childhood experiences. Fitz retold the story of being in fifth grade when he received a wedgie in front of his crush by the hands of his friends, which caused Olivia to roll over in laughter. Not long after, she'd received the same sentiments when she told him about farting aloud in second grade, because she'd eaten beans the previous night for dinner and they made her extremely gaseous.
Before long, they were sleeping together on the uncomfortable leather sofa, neither one cared though because they were together.
The next morning Olivia was the first to wake; she pried herself out of her boyfriend's arm. She giggled at the word. It was so middle school but she loved it. At least now they knew what they are to each other and it give her reassurance and security.
She covered his body with a soft red afghan; the replacement she got for her previously discarded one. She took in his sleepy state, he was only dressed in his shirt and dress pants, the sleeves on his shirt was rolled up and the top two buttons open, he look comfortable with his head resting on one of the decorative pillow as soft snores permeates the room. She checked her phone to see that the time was already eight. Although they'd fallen asleep around 1 AM, she was surprised to feel so refreshed, especially after sleeping on the couch.
Tiptoeing out of the room, she retired to her bedroom, where she quickly stripped down, showered and brushed her teeth. She pulled her hair up into a messy puff and slipped on some yoga tights and an oversize Chicago Blackhawks hooded sweatshirt.
She quietly returns to the living room, only to find Fitz still asleep on the couch, not wanting to wake him; she stealthily moves to the kitchen where she started on breakfast.
While she was finishing up on breakfast by the stove, she felt strong muscular arms wrapping around her waist.
"Good morning," he nuzzles her neck.
Olivia was startled at first then quickly relaxed when she felt it was him, then got startled again when she felt his morning wood pressing against her back.
"Good morning," she tries to ignore the ache that immediately made its presence known at the apex of her thighs. "How did you sleep?"
"Real good," he beams. "Do you have a spare toothbrush? I don't want to subject you anymore to my morning breath."
She laughs before telling him, "You can find an extra one in my medicine cabinet."
"Thanks. I'll be right back."
She continues smiling at him, his presence in her apartment made her extremely happy.
"Take your time."
Approximately five minutes later, a fresh breath Fitz reentered the room. His smelling senses lead him to the small dining table where a breakfast spread was laid out.
"Wow you did all of this?" His eyes hungrily took in the not too crisp bacons, scrambled eggs with green onions and bell peppers, hazelnut chocolate stuffed French toast and coffee.
"Yes," she confirms with a smile. And they both laughed when his stomach rumbled aloud.
They sat down and ate breakfast in peace, Fitz moaned in delight at the scrumptious taste of the food.
"Are you sure that firefighting is the only thing that you want to do?" He asked between chew.
She laughed, stabbing a piece of cut up fruit onto her fork before bringing it to her mouth. After chewing it, she answered, "Besides fighting fire, I would've loved to be an interior designer."
Fitz looks around her stylish apartment, he could tell that she would've done well in that line of career.
"You would've made it if you did follow that path. Your style kind of reminds me of my mother's."
She thought that she was the only person who noticed it during the house tour he bequeathed her.
"What was she like?" She inquired, neither one spoke much about their parents.
Fitz shrug his shoulder, his left hand holding onto the fork that was swirling aimlessly around the middle of his plate.
After much thought, he replies, "From what I could remember she was very sweet. I didn't spend a lot of my older years with her so I really don't know."
Olivia nods taking in his words. She's not going to force him to talk about his mother if he wasn't ready.
"Ok."
They ate the remaining food in silence. Olivia loves his healthy appetite, he wasted no time in devouring whatever she prepared.
When they were finished eating, together they cleared the table and retired on the sofa.
Olivia snuggled against his side as they watched Breaking Bad.
"How many times have you watched Breaking Bad?" She asked, wanting to know because he was reciting some of Walter White's monologues.
He gives her a sheepish smile, "why?"
"Because you know his lines."
Fitz laughs and kisses her nose, Olivia took the opportunity to push her mouth up and he kisses it too. She was uncomfortable and straining her neck being that it was an upside down kiss.
Breaking free, Olivia got up on her knees and straddle his lap.
Fitz groans when her bottom rests on his growing erection. She was trying to kill him.
"Kiss me," she commands him.
Fitz watches her intently in the eyes as he takes his lips and runs it across hers. He watches her hungry eyes feasting at him, it was sexy whenever her doe shaped eyes turned predatory.
He brings both hands to her waist before he fully kisses her; the minute their lips touched it was like fireworks on the Fourth of July. It didn't take long before they were French kissing each other.
Olivia rocked her lower bottom on his erection, loving the feel of him underneath her. It created an ache that needed attention. Lifting up her bottom without breaking their kiss, she centers her core at the tip of his rigid member. Large hands cups her bottom, keeping her in the perfect position to feel him. Olivia could already estimate how large his dick was from grinding against him.
She was losing her mind in the sensation of their swapped tongues and gyrating hips. She could actually feel something that she hadn't felt in a long time building.
Grabbing one of his hands, she brings it to the front of her tights; pulling away from his mouth, in a breathy tone requests, "touch me."
Fitz didn't wait to be told again before his left hand was plunging inside of the stretch fabric passing silk on its way.
"God! You're so wet," he moans from the first contact his finger made with her center.
Olivia was so gone that she didn't care for talking, she wanted and needed to feel him so she squirmed on his hand.
Heeding her physical urgency, he started rubbing circles onto her clit which only had her sucking aggressively on his bottom lip. The tight material of her pants was restricting his movements causing her frustration; he made her stand and together they pulled it down.
Fitz watched her flawlessly groomed sex. It wasn't waxed but the hair on it was immaculately shaped. Instead of straddling his lap again, he had her lie on her back as he hovered over her.
"I'm going to eat you."
"Fitz... I've never had that done to me before," she breaks out of her sex intense daze to shyly tell him.
"Good," was all he said before he disappeared between her legs.
Olivia almost flew off the couch when she felt the first kiss between her legs. Immediately, she started to close them but Fitz held them apart. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes rolling back as she felt him intimately kiss her, the feeling was foreign but it was very welcomed.
She moaned aloud and cooed his name as his tongue wickedly assault her. Each flick, each nip and each suck on her nerves button was causing Olivia's orgasm to build. He enabled her body to climb the mountain of orgasmic bliss, only to be thrown off when she'd reach the top. She exploded with a loud cry as her body finally succumbed to the intense feeling. She felt his mouth greedily lapping up her essence.
Her body was light and she felt so good. She urged him up her body with her hands, he followed suit and settled atop her easing his body weight on his hands.
"You taste so sweet, baby… sweet baby."
Olivia roughly pulls him down into a kiss, the taste of her on his tongue caused her to moan in his mouth. They were pushing the limits and there wasn't any going back. Their bodies craved to be joined together as one. She was already in the process of unbuttoning his pants, freeing his erection, her hand taking in the full weight and length of his girth - he was very impressive.
She lined him up with her core and was about to thrust him in when Fitz stopped, "wait, wait no condom."
"Shit! I don't have any." They were both too carried away to remember the protective barrier.
"Neither me," Fitz pulls back. Olivia watches as he tries to put his rigid erection back into his pants which was a difficult feat.
"Let me take care of you since you took care of me."
Fitz looks at her with a smirk, her lips bee stung, her hair no longer confined by the hair tie and now roams liberally. The oversize sweatshirt she wore stopped mid thighs, giving her some modesty.
"It's ok," he tries to tell her even though he feels the symptoms of blue balls taking over.
"Give and it will come back to you," she quotes the bible that she reads from time to time with a laugh.
Fitz had no choice when she took a hold of his penis, he watches as she licks her lips; he was ready to object to a blow job but didn't have to when she started jerking him off with her hands.
Fitz was a ball of emotions as her hands glide up and down his length in various frequencies. He threw his head onto the back of the sofa and allowed her to bring him to pleasure. The telltale signs of his impending orgasm starts; the more she played with his balls, the more they drew to his body for release.
Up and down, up and down she went, until he was groaning that he was coming. Holding up her discarded tights, she catches most of his semen in it.
Fitz felt like it was a never ending ejaculation. Once he was down from his high, they both give each other a wide grin. Should they be ashamed of what they just did? Neither one thought they should. They both welcomed and embraced their much needed releases.
Once they were cleaned up, they returned to the sofa but this time it wasn't any funny business. After almost doing it they felt much closer and comfortable with each other.
Lying on top him, Olivia asks, "When was the last time you had sex?"
Fitz was taken aback for a few seconds before answering, "5 years ago."
Olivia raises her head to look at him, her eyebrows shot to the sky.
"Wow, babe, wow. No wonder you almost did me like what that guy did to Cindy in Scary Movie." She jokes, referring to the scene where Cindy had sex with the guy and his ejaculation blasted her onto the ceiling, which earned her a swat to the bottom.
They both laughed at the joke, Fitz didn't feel ashamed that he hadn't been laid in so long.
"Put aside jokes, I think it's admirable of you," she added, feeling special that she will be the one to bring an end to his drought.
"How about you?"
"3 years 4 months but who's counting."
Fitz laughs and pulls her tightly into his arms.
"We're practically virgins again. I may've forgotten how to stroke."
Olivia throws her head back and laughs loudly. Fitz was too much for her.
"I'll teach you then," she finally gets out once her laughter had subsided.
They were quiet for a moment both mulling over the next step in their relationship.
"When we do start, how are we going to do it? Are you on the pill?" Fitz inquired, he wanted to be on the same page with her before the fact rather than after.
She nods her head, "I am. We should also get STD screenings from our doctors if we're not going to use condoms. Or you want to use them?"
"Fine either way with me but since we're in a committed relationship, we could see about not using any."
She like the way he said committed, it made her giddy. She also agreed with his suggestion to go skin to skin when the time comes.
The main thing was that they're now in a committed relationship. Neither knew how they made the transition from just being friends one minute to being together. They had no regrets, no regrets I tell you!
A/N: This chapter was a long time coming but here it is. Hope you enjoyed it and its crazy turns. Thoughts on their first date? It's crazy that I recently read an article where a percentage of black women who're in interracial relationships being accused of being a high end prostitute or call girl for their mate. I was flabbergasted by it and thought it a good idea to use in the story. That old croak getting up from having dinner with his wife to "inquire" about where Fitz had hired Liv from. Smh.
Also, our couple made it to 2nd base? Or that's 1st? Shoots I don't even know the song that well. Lol. I never meant for them to go so far physically (sometimes my fingers have a mind of its own), so things are heating up but it will still be a process getting there. Haha
Thanks for reading and leaving those reviews that I love so much. Have a bless week.
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