A/N: ENJOY! BTW I love that in last chapter that almost everyone wasn't here for Mario and his mama. Lol. Too funny. Thank you all very much for the follows, favorites and reviews. Your reviews are truly appreciated. I also appreciate the criticism as it will help improve my craft so thank you for that as well. Enough of my ramblings. Happy reading!


It was finally the day of Stephen and Marisa's wedding. Olivia sat along with the other fifty or so guests in a quaint Catholic Church. She was donned in a long sleeved, lace embellished jumpsuit in a wine color, accented with gold accessories including shoes. The early February afternoon gifted them with good weather. It was still very cold but the place was dry, instead of the normal slush. Olivia smiled when she felt the vibration of her phone in her clutch purse. Knowing who it would be she didn't hesitate to retrieve her cellphone.

Her face wore a huge grin as she read through the short message.

Fitz: You look ravishing, can't wait to eat you. ;-)

Olivia looked up immediately to see where he was located, unable to spot his location she replied to his message.

Olivia: Where are you, sir?

She knew he was somewhere around peeping at her because he didn't know what she was wearing. Being that he was the best man he got dressed with Stephen while she got ready from her apartment.

Another short vibration ensued signaling an incoming text message.

Fitz: Mmm... I like it when you call me sir. Say it again. BTW I'm loving the hair, granted it might obstruct some views behind you.

Olivia laughed loudly and quickly reprimanded herself as people stared at her strangely. The hair joke was an insider of theirs. She'd told him once that one day she wants her afro to be so big that it will block people's view.

Olivia: Behave! Don't you have best man duties to fulfill?

When she'd pressed send on the text message she immediately looks up at the sound of many shoes tapping feet. Then was when she saw Fitz, Stephen, Harrison and Stephen's little brother, Mark, making their way from the backroom adjacent to the altar. They were all impeccably dressed in tailored, black two piece suits minus Stephen who wore a white suit jacket instead.

When their eyes met, Fitz gave her a dazzling smile and a wink. She couldn't help but to blush and return his smile, marveling that he was all hers.

Olivia looked around the tastefully dressed room, perusing the sea of faces for familiarity. She sees some of the men from the firehouse, Lauren was in attendance, and also Cyrus and his partner, James. Almost everyone was there, everyone but Abby.

Olivia had witnessed the transformation of her friend, since the trip to the clinic she was a different person; on one of their outings she'd confided in her that she was seeing a therapist. Olivia was extremely proud of the progress she was making and encouraged her along the way. Over the course of the past few weeks their relationship was slowly being repaired.

However, despite of Abby's refined personality it still wasn't strong enough to endure witnessing the marriage of the man she loved with someone else. So it was to Olivia's surprise when the door to the chapel opened and in came Abby, splendidly dressed in an emerald green floor length dress, her red hair was shiningly flowing in waves around her shoulders and down her back. Everyone was stunned by her presence including Stephen.

Abby recognized Olivia from her massive curly fro and smiled with ease at the familiar face. She made her way over to Olivia and accepted her hug before sitting in the vacant seat next to her. She wasn't planning on coming, but at last minute she decided to take up her therapist challenge. Her therapist challenged her to take on her problems head on instead of running from it. And that was what she was doing, she was facing her situation head on.

"You look so beautiful, Abs." Olivia gives her bracelet wearing hand a squeeze. She was so proud of her friend, so much so that she could've cried. The Abby she sees today was not the Abby she knew two months ago.

"Thank you. And you don't look half bad yourself," she joked.

Olivia laughed and playfully nudged her. Their moment was interrupted when John Legend's All of Me started playing in the background. Everyone stood to their feet as the bridesmaids made their way one by one up the aisle.

Marisa followed the last bridesmaid with her father, she was all smiles and giggles. She looked beautiful in a simple mermaid style white dress.

During the procession of the wedding Olivia was ever so mindful of Abby, but each time she looked at her she seemed to be fine. Her face was emotionless.

When the priest requested the rings Fitz provided them from his suit pocket. For most part the wedding was going well, vows were exchanged, and rings placed on each of the couple's ring fingers. However, when the priest asked, "If anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot be legally joined in marriage, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

The room grew so quiet that you could've heard a pin dropped. Fitz looked at Stephen who'd all of a sudden started sweating profusely. He was about to inquire if he was ok, but the minister interrupted, speaking again, "since there's no —"

Stephen's loud voice ran through the quiet room interrupting the priest, "I OBJECT!"

Marisa along with everyone else in the audience gasped aloud. All eyes were widen and curious stares were thrown at them.

"I'm sorry Marisa, I can't go through with this. I just realized that I'm in love with my best-friend. I'm sorry." Stephen rushed out while taking off his wedding band; the last thing he did was dropped it onto the floor before making his way down the altar towards Abby.

Everyone was so shocked that all they could've done was followed his movements with their eyes.

On his knees in front of Abby, Stephen professed his love. "I'm so sorry it took me so long to realize that I'm in love with you. That I can't live without. You're the love of my life, Abby."

Olivia became more stunned at what was going on in front of her. Even Abby was stunned and looked bewildered at him. Before Abby had a chance to respond to him, the bride's father hauled Stephen off of the floor by his suit jacket and punched him straight in the face. The moment happened so fast that Stephen didn't had time to be prepared.

Fitz and the other groomsmen rushed to his aide as Marisa's entire family who was seated nearby rushed to beat him.

Olivia got up and pulled a screaming Abby away from the scene.

"Make them stop!" She cried.

Olivia carried her all the way out of the church, in case the women started a fight with her. Olivia had never witnessed such chaos in her life. Shivering in the cold because they'd forgone collecting their jackets, Olivia tried flagging down a taxi.

Abby on the other hand was a quivering mess, which anyone in her situation would be. Why did he professed his love for her on his wedding? She was so confused by it all and on top of that worried for his safety.

Eventually, a taxi stopped for them and they got in. The cab hadn't been driving for ten minutes when Olivia's phone started ringing. She looked down and saw that it was Fitz.

"Hey baby, are you ok?" She swiftly asked.

"I'm fine. Where are you?" She could hear the panic in his voice.

"I'm in a cab with Abby. I had to get her out of there in case somebody tried to attack her."

"Good thinking. Harrison and I are driving Stephen to Weiss Memorial hospital. He's doing ok considering things, but it looks like he has a broken nose."

Olivia sighs. "Do you want us to meet you there?"

"No, I don't want you anywhere near this. Go home and I'll come over as soon as I can."

"Fitz..." Olivia was about to object when he interrupts her.

"These people are crazy, Liv. They already were talking about making him pay for the humiliation he caused his family. I just want you away from it. Please, Livvie." He begged her. He wasn't ashamed to beg especially when it came to her safety.

"Ok," she conceded sullenly.

"See you soon. Love you."

Olivia replied grumpily, "I love you too."

Fitz chuckled before disconnecting the call. He will have hell to pay later for bossing her around.

As soon as Olivia got off the phone, Abby asked, "How is he?"

"He has a broken nose, but other than that he seems to be ok."

Abby breathe a sigh of relief. "Which hospital? I want to go see him."

"Abby, Fitz don't think it's wise for us to come down to the hospital. Apparently the bride's family were making threats against Stephen."

"I don't care. I want to go see him. If it was Fitz lying in the hospital you would've went to see him." Abby's voice was filled with strong emotions as she relayed confidently what she wanted to do.

Olivia couldn't deny that she was right, because come hell or high water she was going to be by Fitz' side.

Succumbing to empathy, Olivia relayed the hospital information to the cab driver and he rerouted his trail to the new destination.

Approximately 20 minutes later they arrived at the emergency wing of Weiss Memorial. After paying the cab driver both women rushed into the building as fast as their stiletto heels could've carried them.

Fitz was intently looking at the main entrance door when his concentration was broken by a frazzled faced Olivia and Abby entering through. He was on the lookout for any of the bride's family, in particular her father and uncles. They said something in the midst of beating Stephen that left Fitz shook. One of the uncles said they'll have him disappear; living and working in Chicago for 5 years, taught him to never take death threats lightly. Getting up from his seat he moves towards them.

"Where is he?" Abigail asked before Fitz could've greeted them. He wordlessly points to one of the examine room and she swiftly moves pass him in pursuit to it.

"What are you doing here?" Fitz asked irritated.

"No hi, hello, how are you?" Olivia jests.

"I'm serious, Liv. I thought I told you to stay away from here."

Olivia was taken aback by his stern tone.

"Abby, wanted to be here despite my warnings so I came with her."

"Whatever. You should've stayed away. There was a reason I told you not to come."

"Fitz, why are you talking like this? It's not like these people are going to come and shoot out an entire hospital." Olivia retorted, his angry tone was making her upset.

Fitz grabs onto her forearm and pulls her down the hall where they could get some privacy.

"What's going on? You're scaring me." She confessed when she saw the seriousness in his body language.

"I don't want you to say anything to anyone, but I recognized Marisa's uncle. About three years back before you started working at 51, we had a call for a domestic fire which also turned into a homicide. This guy, Marisa's uncle, was on the scene along with other witnesses that claimed to not see what happened. Now today he told Stephen that he knew where he worked and lived; and could make him disappear."

Olivia shivered against him, seeing her distress Fitz removes his suit jacket and gives it to her. She wraps herself into the fabric of his suit and inhales his divine smell.

Fitz continued, "That's why I'm going to escort you outside and put you in a taxi myself; and you're going to be a good girl and go straight home."

Olivia nodded. "Are you coming home with me?"

Fitz shakes his head no. "I have to be here for Stephen."

Olivia didn't like that he was staying behind but she understood.

Doing exactly like he said he would do, Fitz escorts her outside and places her into a cab. He gives her a chaste kiss and tells her he loves her again and he will be home soon.

Once the car had pulled off, Fitz returned to the emergency wing, heading towards Stephen's temporary room. As he walked the short aisle a loud boom sounded. It was no mistaken that it was the sound of a gun.

Everyone in the emergency area scattered for cover. There were lots of screaming and crying. Fitz hid beneath a set of chairs and waited for another potential shot but none came. His heart was pounding out of his chest as he surveyed the area around him. People alike were also hiding underneath the waiting room chairs.

A swarm of hospital security officers rushed through the emergency doors a few minutes after. Feeling secure by their presence people started coming out of their hiding place.

"No, no, no," Fitz started shaking his head profusely at the sight of Abby walking out of the room with her dress covered in blood.

He immediately rushed towards the room but was barricaded by two security officers.

"Let me through!" He demanded, pushing his strength against them.

"Sir, we can't let you in there, that room is now a crime scene."

"Stephen! Harrison!" Fitz randomly calls out their names, he felt helpless, and Abby was a blubbering mess unable to explain what happened. He'd left Harrison in the room with Stephen when he was on the lookout. The thought that one of them got shot swarmed his mind.

Fitz turned his back in defeat to walk away from the officers. "Hey mate," Stephen called at him. Fitz turned around to see him limping out of the room.

"What happened?" Fitz came to his side and offered him a shoulder to lean on.

"Yo what the hell! I went to the vending machine and shit got real!" Harrison's shocked voice interrupted.

Fitz was relieved by his voice, now he could breathe easily knowing that all of his friends were safe. He was extremely happy that Olivia wasn't there.

Stephen chuckled dryly before answering Fitz' previous question. "What happened was, karma came to get me. Marisa's fucking uncle came to handle me, but we ended up in a scuffle and he ended up shooting his own foot when the bullet grazed mine." He pointed at the bruise on top his instep.

Things didn't make completely sense to Fitz so he asked questions. "So why is there blood on Abby's dress? And where is the shooter?"

"The fucker is being detained while a nurse tends to his bullet wound. If it was up to me, I would've left him to his own accord. Anyways, in regards to the blood on Abby's dress, she jumped in the mix to help me get the gun from him. This was one cluster fuck. God, I think I learnt my lesson. I could retire to the country with Abby, and the only thing exciting in our lives will be watching corn grow." Stephen exaggerated jokingly. Instead of being shook up by the recent train of events Stephen saw it as a huge blessing.

Leave it to Stephen to make light of a situation. At least he wasn't dead Fitz thought; he'll take his untimely, out of place jokes over permanent silence.

Fitz stayed at the hospital for another thirty minutes to ensure that everyone was fine, long after the police officers arrived to take their statements. Abby was adamant that she could handle everything. Once he was sure she could, Fitz made his way home to his woman who had been calling every ten minutes for an update. He was sure not to tell her about the shooting over the phone.


As soon as he got through the door of Olivia's apartment she was all over him. He simply hugged her and kissed her button nose. Reveling in the fact that she was safe and sound.

Until later when they were much more comfortable – snuggled together on the couch, did he replay the events of what had taken place after she'd left.

Olivia was horrified that something so crazy could happen in a blink of an eye. Lying under the afghan with Fitz, she was in her own thoughts trying to make sense of everything. Today was one crazy day and she hoped to never relive it.

Snuggling closer to him, she rests her head on his chest feeling his strong vibrant heartbeat. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," she mumbled.

Already heard what she said, Fitz decided to pretend like he didn't. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said I'm sorry for not listening to you." She repeated louder.

"I still can't hear you," Fitz teased.

Olivia pinched one of his nipples. "Well I'm not repeating myself again."

Fitz chuckled against her ear, taking reprieve from laughing he tells her, "You want to know how you can make up for your disobedience?"

Feeling his penis hardening against her thigh give her an idea as to where his mind was. "No, what's that?" She innocently asked.

"To spank and fuck you."

Olivia moans involuntarily. Of course he wanted to spank me, she thought. But more importantly she wanted to be spanked.

Playing his game, she replied in a dangerously sexy voice, "I agree, sir."

"Fuck," Fitz grunted. Those three words instantly made him hard.

He raised them up into a seated position before directing her to stand in front of him.

"Take off your clothes!" He demanded.

Olivia smirk and said, "yes, sir."

Fitz was straining painfully against the dress pants of his suit. Seeking comfort for his erect cock he stood and took off his pants and also stripped from his white dress shirt, leaving himself only in a pair of boxer briefs and undershirt.

"Everything!" Fitz commanded again when he realized that she was going to leave on her panties.

Olivia pulled down her drenched panties slowly down her legs, all the time aware of his predatory look.

Fitz seats himself at the edge of the leather couch and beckons her to come to him. He places her comfortable across his lap with her ass up in the air.

"How many spanks do you think you deserve?" Fitz asked while rubbing the soft mound of her ass. He was looking forward to this day when he got the opportunity to spank her.

Olivia was panting breathlessly at the prospect of being spanked for the first time. She was having a hard time thinking up a suitable number. "Umm...maybe 5?"

Fitz chuckled once before replying, "Since I told you twice to go home, I think I'll multiple that number by 2. So it'll be 10 spanks for you little lady."

Olivia squirmed in his hands when he squeezed onto one of her ass cheeks. "Ok," she acquiesced.

The first spank hit her unexpectedly. She yelped aloud from the sting. Surprisingly, the sting was both painful and pleasurable.

"Are you going to listen to me when I ask you to do something regarding your own safety?"

Olivia nodded her head yes and Fitz smacks one of her ass cheeks again.

"Use your words!"

"Yes..." She stressed in between another spank. So far they were at number 3.

"Good girl, but you still have 7 more spanks to go." Fitz massages the places his palm had made contact. He was so fucking hard that he was on the verge of forgoing the other 7 spanks, but he pressed on.

Taking his vacant hand he pushes between her legs to feel her wetness. "You like this, huh, sweet baby? You're so fucking wet."

"Yes!" Olivia hissed as two of his fingers surge inside of her. As he finger fuck her he continued to smack her ass.

Olivia's behind was on fire but she was enjoying it. The combination of the stings of his hand making contact with the skin on her ass, and the sensation of his fingers in her tight chambers had her heady with pleasure. She screamed and moaned loudly until she reached the peak of ecstasy. She came hard on his hand and her essence squirted out of her.

The sight of seeing her squirting caused Fitz to lose his mind. He quickly pulls out his fingers and tosses her orgasmic body onto the couch where he spread her legs and latched his mouth onto her pussy in one smooth motion. He was desperate to drink up her excessive nectar.

As he brings her to another mind blowing orgasm, this time with his mouth; he simultaneously removes his boxer briefs to spring his erection free, and also removes his undershirt.

Before she could've come down from her high, Fitz pulled her onto his lap with her back bracing his chest, he wasted no time in impaling her. Pushing all the way into her hot core he held onto her waist despite her cries.

"Feel all of me," he tells her roughly.

Olivia felt like she was about to pass out. Fitz was in full beast mode and she didn't think she could keep up. Placing her hands on his strong thighs she tried to raise herself up, but he kept her still to feel all of him. The feeling was overwhelming, he was so deep that Liv felt him all up in her stomach.

"Baby...fuck...Fitz...move," she couldn't take it anymore so she begged.

Finding remorse for her he begun moving her up and down his shaft. He controlled the pace by holding on tightly to her waist. He made short movements of lifting her up halfway his penis and bringing her back. He was relentless and didn't give her time to breathe.

"Ahhh...oh fuck oh fuck..." Olivia cried, her breast bouncing up and down with each precise movement of his hands and hips.

Fitz releases her hips after a few minutes and commanded, "Ride me baby. Ride me like you own this dick."

Olivia took over the work and started riding him in the same rhythm he'd set. Each time she lowered herself onto him, his hips met her pushing his cock deeper. Voice growing hoarse as she moans loudly from the assault he placed on her body. Her skin slicked with sweat as she continued to ride him.

Needing to feel her lips Fitz pulls on her hair, jerking her head back to connect his lips to her. The kiss was rough and wet. He sucked on her tongue and nibbles on her lips.

When they came apart for air he kept his hold on her hair to gain access to her neck, he relentlessly sucks on it sure to leave marks.

Olivia continued to ride his cock up and down. Sometimes she only took half of his length in while sometimes she took him balls deep.

"Ride faster baby." Fitz commanded. He increased his speed while moving one of his hands to her engorged clit where he rubbed on it.

Olivia movements falter from the intensity of the sensation his fingers were making on her clit. She leaned over taking a small break with him still buried inside of her trying to take control of herself.

Fitz brought his right palm and smacks her ass. "No one told you, you could stop," Fitz grunted as he continued pumping into her.

The spank egged her on, Olivia resumes her position and began to ride him hard and fast. She dug her nails into his thighs as she worked up and down his cock. It didn't take long after for her walls to involuntarily spasm.

"I'm coming..." Olivia cried, her voice taking on a high pitch.

"Me too," Fitz grunted.

Not even a minute later and they both were screaming the other's name out. Olivia cried out loudly as her orgasm racked her body powerfully, while Fitz groaned as he pumped his seed deep inside of her. Not quite finished ejaculating, Fitz pulls her into his chest and falls backwards on the couch.

They stayed like that for a long time trying to regulate their breathing.

Olivia was the first one to break their cocoon of silence by saying, "my ass is on fire."

Fitz chuckled and kissed her cheeks. "I'm sorry. Would you like me to run you a bath?"

Olivia hugs him tightly, answering, "Yes, please."

"Anything for my sweet baby," he says, planting another kiss on her cheek before untangling their limbs.

Fitz rises from the uncomfortable leather couch and made his way to her bathroom. Along the way he laughed when she whistled at him. God, I love that woman, was all he could think.

Ten minutes later they were in a shared bath relaxing from the intense session they had.

"How's your butt cheeks?" Fitz asked from the back of Olivia.

"They feel much better now, sir. I must say that I hated spanking as a kid, but as an adult I might reconsider it," Olivia quipped.

Fitz squeeze her slender waist and chuckle. "I love you so much goofball."

"I love you too, goofball 2.0."

"Mmm," Fitz inhales the scent of her hair.

"You sure do love my hair," she comments.

"You have no idea. It's so soft, smells incredible and it gives good grip to fuck you."

Olivia chuckled at his confession and continued to play with the bubbles in the water with her hands.

"So glad Stephen is ok. Today was crazy." Olivia recalled.

"Crazy is an understatement. Stephen has the worst timings. The dude waited the last possible minute to bail out." Fitz started laughing uncontrollably. The hilarity of the situation was finally hitting him. "He's a lucky man," he stated once his laughter had subsided some.

Olivia piped in, "that he is, because let me tell you something, if you ever pull a stunt like that on me, I'll kill you. If you try to run I will find you, and I will kill you."

Fitz laughed even harder at the intensity of her words. He holds onto his woman and laughs heartily. When he was finished laughing he cockily says, "So... what you're saying, Ms. Pope, is that you would like to marry me?"

"Nope. I said if you did what Stephen did today I would kill you." She would never easily admitted to him that she thought of marriage with him.

"But, for that to happen we would have to be getting married. You do want to marry me." Fitz teased. He brought his hands and squeeze her nipples for good measures.

"Shut up! That's not what I said." Olivia kept up her denial.

"You shut up." Fitz laughed.

"You shut up," she retorted laughingly.

When his laughter ceased, Fitz seriously states, "Well whenever you want to marry me, Ms. Pope, just know that I would never, ever, think about doing something like that to you. I would have no reason to, because I would be marrying my lover and my best friend."

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut trying to fight the tears threatening to fall, only Fitz could make her turn into a sappy messy.

"You're my best friend too."

"Good, now let's go do some more BFF things." Fitz suggested by squeezing her boobs.

"I don't think BFFs does stuff like this with each other."

"Well we do. We're not like any other BFFs. We're unique."

"That we are."

And he slipped one of his hands between her legs.


The next morning the incessant knocking on the front door woke Fitz. He sleepily got out of bed without waking Liv, he rubbed his eyes as he made the trek to the living room. Fitz was dressed in only a pair of boxers and a white long sleeve t-shirt. By the time he'd reached the door he'd woken up considerably much.

"Olivia, why you took so damn —" the rant of an old woman was cut off by the presence of Fitz.

"Who're you?" She gruffly asked.

Fitz was taken aback by the fiery woman. Her mere presence was enough to shake away any remnants of sleepiness.

He intently looked at her face, surprise to see a resemblance to his Livvie. Before he could've answered her Olivia's sleep muffled voice sounded behind him.

"Nana, what are you doing here?"


A/N: Stephen and Abby are the drama to the story so excuse me if the two of them are too over the top. Lol. Stephen stopped his wedding to profess his love to Abby. Like whaaaat? Lol the two of them are a special breed.

Hope you enjoyed the sexy time. ;). And finally, Nana aka Liv's grandma Claris is in the house. mmm

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