A/N: Expect the unexpected and lots of time jumps. Enjoy! :)
"Fitz, I need you…" Olivia's frantic plea sent him into frenzy at twelve in the night. Her voice sounded dejected and scared. Without thinking twice he was already hauling himself out of bed. He grabbed the discarded grey V-neck sweater he wore earlier in the night for their dinner at a small Italian restaurant. When he was modestly dressed he grabbed his truck keys from off the bedside table and his phone before heading downstairs and then through the front door.
On his way over he couldn't help but replay their evening. They had a lovely time at dinner, neither one brought up the living arrangements, as it was too fresh a wound to touch. Nevertheless, they enjoyed each other's company over some intricately prepared pasta dishes and red wine.
Olivia sat in the living room in one of Fitz' t-shirt and her underwear hugging her knees to her chest as she waited for him. Although she seemed ok two hours ago when he'd dropped her off, she now wasn't. After he'd left Olivia stripped from the jeans and armless green, tie front shirt she wore, brushed her teeth and prepared herself for bed.
An hour of tossing and turning in her bed left her crazed and lonely. She wanted to see him, to feel his body pressed against hers. She wanted him in every conceivable way possible. To be physically separated from him caused her heart to ache. It was ironic that the night prior she was completely fine sleeping alone in her own apartment, but that was because Fitz was at work. Since he wasn't working she felt an ache in her chest when he kissed her good night and left. Instead of calling after him she let him leave. After all this was what she wanted? Right…
Missing him and craving him made her grabbed her phone and dialed his number. When he answered, the only words that escaped her lips in a faint, breathy whisper was, "Fitz, I need you…"
The second she heard his firm knock on the door Olivia got up from her seat and advanced to the door. Yanking open the door she saw the worried expression marred his beautiful face. She stared at him long and hard, so many emotions running through her veins, but the strongest was desire. Her lips parted as a breathless moan escaped. She wanted him, she wanted him to mark her and brand her with his love. It had been too long since he did. Fueled by lust, desire and love she wrapped her arms around his neck and in one swift motion jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist and he held onto them. No time to register what was going on she began attacking his mouth in a deep, frantic kiss – forcefully prying open his mouth to seek out his tongue.
Fitz blindly made his way into the apartment and closed the door with his back. Olivia wasn't letting up on her kiss and he kissed her back with equal passion, his hands roamed to her ass and squeezed it. The satin feel of her uncovered ass cheeks molded perfectly to his warm palms.
When air had become an absolute necessity she pulled apart from his lips. They stared at each other both of their faces flushed and their chests rose and fell rapidly.
"Make…make love to me, Fitz." Olivia pleaded.
Fitz arched his eyebrows questioningly. "Are you sure?" It had been a long time since they were sexually intimate and he just wanted to be sure she was ready.
She nodded her head yes.
"Ok." Fitz said, recapturing her lips with his. This time he took the lead and kissed her passionately, allowing their tongues to duel with each other. He flipped them around and braced her against the door.
"I need you baby," Olivia moaned again, as his kisses began caressing the column of her neck and moving lower.
"You have me baby," Fitz told her huskily. He slowly lowered her legs to the floor and continued his trail of small kisses and nips to the soft flesh of her neck and collarbone. His hands now freed moved to her supple round breasts, caressing and teasing them through his T-shirt she wore.
Olivia's hands tangled in his silky curls as her back arched against the wooden door – her arousal grew stronger the lower his hands went. Seemingly not content with the fabric in his way, his hands bunched up the fabric of the grey t-shirt around her breasts and she grabbed onto it and pulled it over her head before tossing it casually onto the floor.
Fitz went down on his knees, lining up his face with her core. The smell of her arousal was potent, causing him to salivate. He couldn't wait to taste her on his tongue and feel the flood of her essence when he makes her cum.
Olivia braced her hands to the door for support as she felt her panty slowly being peeled down her legs. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, as she anticipated his next move. He hadn't yet touched her and she was already on the precipice of a climax.
"You're so beautiful," Fitz moaned, looking up at her. The sight of her eyes half closed and her bottom lip between her teeth almost made him cum on the spot. But instead he smirked at the power he obviously held over her body.
Lifting one of her shapely legs he slung it over his right shoulder, opening her up to him. Immediately his tongue ran along the entire length of her wet slit. They both moaned simultaneously at the feel of being pleasured and giving it.
Her hand quickly returned to his wavy locks as he made love to her with his mouth. She pealed and cried when his mouth latched on ferociously onto her engorged clit. Her legs weakened under the intensity of his assault but he didn't let up. Instead, his hands held her lower stomach firmly as he continued to eat her out – a string of gibberish escaped her lips. This went on for minutes until a scream from deep down in her belly was let out into the air.
Fitz reveled in the abundance of her essence as it flowed from her sweet tasting center. It was aphrodisiacal, he literally felt like he could do it forever. And with those feelings he brought her to another earthshattering orgasm with his mouth.
Sated for the time being he gingerly stood to his feet to see her skin flushed and her eyes wide, staring back at him.
"Are you ok?" He asked, moving back the damp hair on her forehead.
Olivia was too strung out on love to answer him so she shook her head yes. Tiptoeing she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a searing kiss, tasting herself on his lips. Pulling away from him after oxygen had been depleted, she said, "I don't want to be away from you. My happiness is with you."
Fitz heard the seriousness in her voice and swallowed audibly. Instead of replying with words he nodded his head, lifted her off of her feet, and made his way to her bedroom.
He spent the next hour showing her how much her words meant to him and how much he loved her. And when they were finished, hardly a few minutes had passed when Olivia mounted his semi-flaccid member and began riding him until he was fully erect. His hands held onto her ass moving her tantalizingly on his cock. His thumb kept rubbing delicious circles onto her clit while her hands groped and teased her pert nipples.
"I… I… love you… so much… Fitz…" she panted as he thrust upward. He could tell by the frantic movement of her hips that she was close to climaxing.
"I love you too, baby…" he grunted, keeping his grip firm on her hips, sure to leave fingermarks in its wake. They babbled their love for each other over and over as their rhythm increased.
The crescendo of their orgasm peaked at the same time and they cried out each other's name. It was like a desperate prayer on the other's lip.
Spent and sated from their second round of love making, Olivia fell onto his sweaty chest. Too tired to dismount from his softening member.
"I love you so much, baby, more than words can express. We may've only been dating for seven months but you're the best thing that has happened to me." She became teary-eyed when she spoke.
Fitz hugged her closely, his heart swelling in his chest. He didn't know what had happened within the space of a few hours but here she was opening up to him in a way that she had never done before. And he was happy he didn't force her hand when she turned down his invitation.
"I love you too, Livvie. And you're the best thing that has happened to me, too."
Olivia smiled wanly and snuggled her head into the crook of his neck and began tracing the tattoo on his chest.
With her mind fully cleared from the multiple orgasms, she spoke from her heart. "When you left me tonight I realized that although I may not be ready to fully move in with you, I'm also not ready to be apart from you. It physically aches to know that you're not beside me when I fall asleep."
Fitz felt the tears pooling in his eyes and he smiled against her hair. He decided to stay quiet and allow her to speak her mind.
"I'm scared, Fitz. I'm scared that the love I have for you is so strong that if something happens to us." She paused for a few seconds before continuing. "I won't survive it. If there's anything I can't survive it is you leaving me. I'm sorry for pushing you away when all you wanted to do was love me." She allowed the held back tears to run down her cheeks and wet his neck.
Fitz couldn't keep quiet any longer and have her believe that he had it in mind to leave her.
"Livvie," he spoke in a soft but commanding voice. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise you I'm not going anywhere. Do you believe me when I say that I promise to love you for the rest of my life?"
She didn't answer immediately. Olivia rose slowly from her lying position and gently lifted off of his flaccid member before occupying the spot next to him. His cerulean blue eyes followed her movement until she lay in his arm.
When she was settled, she smiled at him and finally said, "I believe you."
"Good, because you're going to need to get used to this," Fitz said, palming her breasts before covering her body with his and joining them together again. Fitz stretched one hand to the headboard for leverage as the other one held onto the back of her neck, keeping her mouth in place as he kissed her. This time their kisses were slow and languid, hands moved unhurriedly as they made sweet love. Their breathy moans and slapping skin was all that could be heard as they made love over and over. Making up for time passed, and solidifying the new level and depth in their relationship.
We be all night, love…
Two Months Later
"Babe, am I dressed ok?" Olivia asked, as she smoothed out the white sundress she wore with brown strappy sandals.
"You're fine, beautiful," Fitz answered, kissing the top of her head, finding her nervousness cute. For Olivia's twenty-sixth birthday Fitz thought it was a good idea to take her to California since she had never been to the golden state. They had arrived around nine in the morning. After checking into their hotel room and taking a quick nap they decided to eat out at one of his favorite restaurant in downtown.
After they'd finished their early dinner Fitz paid for their meals and they took a cab to the boardwalk. They walked hand in hand down the overcrowded walkway, basking in the scenery and people along the way.
The past two months had been very challenging but they made it. Olivia was on a continuous journey of healing and recovery from the horrendous ordeal, she still saw her therapist once a week and that helps her a lot. A month ago she'd returned to both work and the fire academy. It wasn't easy at first to be in the same place where she was sexually assaulted but day-by-day she was growing stronger. Even though she was behind at the fire academy due to her extended absence she was determined to finish the program. A new drive was birthed inside of her and she was determined to live her life fully and to love deeply.
The time lapse also served as a reminder of how far she and Fitz had come. They were by each other's side throughout the entire journey, encouraging and loving to each other– through bad and good times, happy days and sad days. Her love grew deeper for him and his for her. They made each other insanely happy and Olivia was finally able to accept that. Although, they hadn't made any permanent living arrangements, it was as if they did. Olivia stayed most of the time at his place and when they weren't at his house they were at her apartment. They were practically inseparable and joined at the hip; the great part was, they loved every second of it.
"You want an ice cream cone?" Her handsome boyfriend asked, startling her out of her thoughts.
Olivia smiled brightly at him and said, "Yes, please... Vanilla." She spoke the last part seductively and Fitz laughed, catching onto her double innuendo.
"Whatever, beautiful." He smirked and she blushed. She loved when he called her beautiful. It made her weak in the knees every time he said it.
They made their way to the ice cream cart and Fitz placed their order for vanilla and strawberry cones. When the vendor was paid, they moved further down the boardwalk until they approached a vacant bench.
"I could stay out here forever," Olivia spoke dreamily. The warmth from the sunshine made her not want to return to Chicago.
"It gets old," Fitz said," licking his cone.
"Really?"
"Uh huh. I much rather Santa Barbara to LA."
"Why?"
"Santa Barbara is much more laid back."
"Oh, I see. Forgot you're an old man that likes his solitude," she teased.
"And you're the same," Fitz pointed out.
Olivia laughed and leaned forward, the tip of her nose accidentally got into the cone.
Fitz laughed at the scene and she pouted at him.
"Not funny," she chastised.
"It is, you're so adorable. I could kiss you."
Olivia wiped her nose with a paper napkin and smiled at him, "then kiss me," she challenged, knowing that he would accept. And he did, leaning into her and kissed her thoroughly.
Later that night, much later… Olivia made the final touch to her outfit before exiting the bathroom area. Tonight they were heading to The Vault Night Club & Lounge. Being that their trip was a short one they wasted no time using up every precious moment to do various activites.
"Ready," she announced, walking into the room to see a slightly impatient Fitz sitting on the edge of the bed. She took in how handsome he looked in a pair of well-fitted black jeans, paired with a black blazer and light blue button down shirt that displayed the muscular column of his neck. Yum…
Fitz looked up and his mouth immediately ran dry. Olivia was glamorously dressed in a strapless, red, bodycon dress that hugged her curves in all of the right places, along with the highest pair of cobalt blue stilettos he'd ever seen. Her hair was bone straight and fell around her shoulders, a style he wasn't used to. A thin gold necklace cloaked her neck while a pair of large gold hoop earrings hung from her ears. On her index finger he noticed her promise ring. She looked incredible and her look was finished with a simple crossbody cobalt blue purse with gold chain strap.
Standing to his feet, he made his way over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist bringing her flush against his body.
"You look amazing, baby." He lowered his face to her neck and began kissing it.
Olivia chuckled and pushed him away. "No! Fitz… stop!" she warned, walking backwards. "We can't baby." She pleaded, as he advanced towards her.
"I'm serious, Fitzgerald!" she spoke firmer, since the tactful tone wasn't doing much.
"I want you." He told her bluntly.
Olivia blushed and shook her head no, slightly panicking when her back hit the wall. Fitz smiled wickedly and caged her in with his body. His hand immediately went to his favorite place, her ass.
"Are you wearing any panty?" He asked, feeling a lack of panty line through the spandex material.
It was Olivia's turn to grin salaciously as she shook her head no.
"God, Livvie…" Fitz groaned, feeling his erection growing in his jeans. He didn't think it was possible for him to leave the hotel room without engaging in a quickie. "You're killing me." He growled, a mere centimeter away from her face.
Olivia smirked and moved her hand to the front of his jeans and groped his erection through it. "I know." She said confidently before escaping under the gap of his left arm. She strutted as fast as her stiletto heels could carry her across the room. Luckily, she was able to escape his predatory paws. At least for now…
The music was good and the drinks were even better as the night progressed. Olivia and Fitz were having a great time on the dance floor, dancing to an eclectic mix of old and modern day artists. This mini trip served to bring out their fun sides. When Beyoncé's Drunk in Love song came on Olivia went crazy. Too many shots of Patron and too many glasses of mojitos had her beyond the point of tipsiness. With her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on her ass, she was practically dry humping him on the dance floor.
Fitz knowing that she wasn't wearing any underwear kept pushing her legs down when she kept trying to jump him.
Loud and off key she sang," I want your body right here, daddy I want you, right now
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty/ Daddy I want you…"
Fitz' eyes widen when he realized that she was not only singing the lyrics to the song but was quite serious when her hands made its way to his jean zipper.
"Livvie," he grabbed her hands and pulled it away, which made her pout.
"I want you baby. I want your dick inside of me, now!" she exclaimed. Thankfully no one aside from him could hear her due to the loud music blaring through the speakers.
Fitz although had been drinking wasn't nearly as tipsy or drunk as her. Someone had to keep a level head and he was glad he did, as he was enjoying her drunken stupor. Drunken Liv was incredibly funny. As their bodies continued to move in time to the music he looked down at his watch and noticed that they'd been at the club for close to two hours, which was long enough in his opinion.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered in her ear and she nodded eagerly. Fitz held her hand as they made their way through the crowd. They were walking through the exit door when a guy shouted, "nice ass."
Fitz looked over and saw that the comment came from a tall, muscular black man. He shook his head at the comment and continued on his way, holding Liv even closer to his side.
The strange man saw that Fitz had noticed him and shouted, "Holla at me when you need a real man to put it down in the bedroom. You hear me, brown sugar?"
Even in her drunken state Olivia knew that this moment could go potentially wrong.
"No, no, no." She shook her head furiously, when she felt Fitz stopped walking altogether. Her hand tight on his wrist urged him forward, she said again, "baby, no." Under the dim lights she saw the tightness in his jaw. He was pissed and rightfully so but she didn't want him getting into any altercation at the nightclub.
Fitz stood silently working on quenching his rage by listening to Olivia's pleas. He didn't want her to see him like this, the violent version of him. However, it was slowly rearing its head because of the offensive guy who was pushing all of his buttons.
Several seconds passed and he had made up his mind to leave and not allow the offensive man's comments to get under his skin, but then he heard him chuckled and said quite audibly, "I don't get why black women think it's ok to date outside their races. Nobody but us could ever tame them."
Fitz rushed over to the man so fast that Olivia barely registered his movement until it was too late.
"Fitz!" she screamed.
A bouncer was nearby and had been observing them quietly. Before Fitz could've made contact with the man's face the bouncer intercepted and blocked him by placing a firm hand on his chest.
"Out!" The bouncer commanded, pointing towards the door.
This time Olivia didn't wait for him to decide his next move, she went up to him and basically dragged him through the door. He was livid and she was scared thinking about all of the things that could go wrong.
She frantically scanned the street for a taxi and when her eyes found one parked across the road, she waved her arms above her head until the driver spotted them.
"You could've gotten yourself seriously hurt!" Olivia spat, as they waited for the taxi to come over. "Did you even think about your shoulder?"
Fitz didn't say anything he was too pissed to talk.
"What were you thinking?" She asked angrily, her legs trembled at the thought of something bad happening to him.
"What I was thinking?" Fitz asked loudly. "I was thinking that someone needs to pay for disrespecting my girlfriend."
Olivia rolled her eyes at him. Of course he wanted to represent her, which was chivalrous but very dangerous. They were out here all alone. Who knew what that guy and his friends could've done had he started a fight?
"And what if that guy had a gun or something? Hmm?" She folded her arms around her waist, glaring at him.
Fitz shrugged his shoulder and looked in the opposite direction. A minute later the taxi pulled up to the curbside. Fitz wordlessly opened the door and Olivia climbed in and he climbed in after her. She gave the taxi driver their hotel address and he pulled out into traffic, taking them to their destination.
They sat silently for the remainder of the cab ride, both too stubborn to cave in first.
By the time they had reached the hotel and made their way to the elevator both of their anger had thawed some. As they rode up to the fifth floor the atmosphere began changing. The small confined space subtlety brought out a primal need.
Fitz was the first one to reach out for physical contact. Since they were alone in the elevator he grabbed onto her slender waist and pulled her into his side.
"I'm sorry for scaring you," he breathed onto her neck and Olivia sighed deeply. The arousal she was already feeling heightened.
"I'm sorry for yelling," she returned, looking into his eyes, they were finally returning to the calm blue color she knew.
Fitz smiled against her neck. "Can we put the latter part of tonight behind us and move on with our night? Because, I recall someone wanted my dick inside of them." Fitz teased, imitating her voice.
Olivia laughed and covered her face, feeling embarrassed at her drunken words. Since the altercation her alcohol induced hazed had cleared up much.
The elevator came to a stop and shortly after the doors opened, she looked at Fitz and said seductively, "I still want your dick inside of me."
Fitz smirked and led her to their room where he would make her regret such a bold statement.
The next morning Olivia woke up with her body feeling achy and her throat drier than the Sahara desert. She blinked her eyes to adjust to the morning light before she slowly got off the bed and stood to her feet, slightly wincing in the process. Fitz had fucked her into oblivion and back. She mused. Where was he? She looked around the room and found no trace of him. Decided on searching for him later she made her way to the bathroom.
Five minutes later Olivia was standing naked in front of the full length mirror observing the marks left on her body in wake of their last rendezvous. Her hips bore his fingermarks while her chest area was covered with hickeys and bite marks. If I'm this marked up I can only imagine what he looks like. She smirked, piling her hair on top of her head. It was already turning back into its natural state; she sweated out her flatiron and had forgotten to wear her headscarf – like if she had the energy to after Fitz was finished with her. Shaking her head to clear the sexual thoughts, she walked across to the shower and turned it on. She waited approximately thirty seconds for it to heat up before walking underneath it. She took her time washing herself off, paying special attention to her extra sensitive parts.
During the shower Olivia began dancing and singing, as she was extremely happy. Today was her birthday and it was a big deal to her. Not only had she survived another milestone but also with the love of her life. A year ago he wasn't in her life in this way, she felt grateful and extremely blessed to have him.
By the time she was almost done showering a third of her hair was wet from dancing under the shower. She made a hasty decision to wash it rather than have some parts straight while other parts were curly.
After she was done she climbed out of the bathroom and grabbed a small towel, and wrapped it around her wet hair before grabbing one of the oversize bathrobes. She then went over to the sink to brush her teeth and wash her face with her cleanser. She then removed the towel from her hair and squeezed a healthy portion of hair moisturizer into her palms and began rubbing it into her hair. When she was finished she ran her fingers through her curls to detangle and elongate it.
"Livvie," she heard Fitz calling her name, when she was rubbing lotion onto her legs.
"In here, babe," she called out, and a few seconds later he entered the bathroom, dressed in black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt.
"Hi," he stopped at the sight of her leg perched onto the edge of the bathroom sink while she ran the buttery substance onto her silky smooth skin.
Olivia stopped her movement and acknowledged him. "Hi."
Fitz moved over to her and stood a few inches in front of her. "Happy birthday, beautiful." He said softly and began singing the happy birthday song.
Olivia smiled teary-eyed and replied, "thank you," when he was done.
"May you live to see many more," he kissed her softly. "In great health," [kiss] "happiness," [kiss] and "wisdom," [longer kiss.]
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Where were you?" She asked, her arms wrapped around his waist.
"It's a surprise." He said cheekily.
"Really?"
He nodded his head. "Wear something comfortable today," he said before leaving the room so that she could get dressed.
Fitz got dressed for the day in a pair of blue Levi's jeans, a black T-shirt and black and white Nike sneakers. He did all of that and Olivia had yet to emerge from the bathroom. With a few additional minutes to kill he ensured that the gifts were displayed in a way that she would see it as soon as she enter the room.
Several minutes later he watched as she finally surfaced from the bathroom wearing blue jean shorts, a white tank top and red wedges, with her hair up in a high one.
"It's about time you show up, birthday girl."
"Shut up!" she told him playfully.
"Let's eat, we have a long day ahead of us," he urged.
They sat and enjoyed the wide spread of food delivered by room service. And when they were finished Fitz gave her the gifts he'd spent a great deal of time and effort on.
Olivia was already over the moon and the day had just begun. Extreme gratitude filled her heart from the thoughtful gifts Fitz had gifted her. And his sly remark, "this is only the beginning," left her excited as they made their way out the hotel room.
"So, what are we doing today?" She asked, as they walked the long hallway.
"You'll find out soon enough, beautiful," Fitz tapped the edge of her nose playfully.
"Why can't I find out now?" She pouted.
"Because… I'm not ready for you to find out. I promise you're going to love it though."
"Are you sure?" Olivia asked skeptically, although she knew whatever he had plan would be fun and she was going to love it.
"Uh huh." He nodded his head and they continued their journey in silence. Instead of walking to the front of the building Fitz led her to the parking lot that was at the side. As they got closer to the blue ray metallic Camaro convertible Fitz pressed the unlock button on the key chain. He smiled waiting for Olivia's reaction but she was oblivious to what was going on. They walked a little more until they came right next to the vehicle.
"This is it," Fitz said, smiling.
Olivia gave him a puzzled look.
Fitz pressed the unlock button again on the keychain so that the beeping sound would answer her confusion.
"Did you buy this?" Olivia asked, when it dawned on her that he was holding the keys to the car.
Fitz laughed and shook his head no. "Rental, baby. I thought that today we could take a road trip."
"In a convertible?" Olivia smiled widely. He was pulling out all of his cards today, giving her the opportunity to try her first of many things.
"And you're driving." He notified.
"What? But you hate when I drive."
Fitz shrugged his shoulder and smirked, "today is your birthday so I'll let you slide."
Olivia clasped her hands excitedly and let out a low squeal. When her excitement had bubbled down a little she threw her arms around him and squeezed him tightly.
"Thanks for making my birthday amazing, baby. I couldn't ask for more – this trip, my gifts and now this? I love you so much." She tiptoed and kissed him.
Fitz kissed her back, enjoying the warmth of her mouth on his. They engaged in a lip lock for a few seconds before pulling apart from each other. With their forehead rested on each other's, Olivia asked, "Where are we going?"
Fitz leaned back from her and threw his hand in the air as he simultaneously said, "Vegas baby!"
Excitement soon overtook her and she squealed even louder than earlier. She'd never been to Las Vegas so that was another first.
"I'm going to Vegas! I'm going to Vegas! We're going to Vegas!" She sang and danced, as she made her way over to the driver's side. "I'm driving a Camaro, I'm driving a Camaro." She continued singing happily. The infectious joy was also present in Fitz as he sat in the passenger side. The radiance on her face was all he could ask for. After seeing her struggle for months and fearing that he was going to lose her, he reveled in her happiness.
The couple spent the 4 hours and 8 minutes drive talking and singing along to the radio. They stopped occasionally to take a picture at various landmarks along the way. And when Olivia got tired of driving Fitz took over while she sat in the passenger seat taking selfies of them. Never in her life had she felt so carefree and happy. She felt alive as she held onto Fitz' hand, the wind passed through her curls blowing her hair in every direction. She laughed and laughed at the silly jokes he told. In that moment she found happiness in the highest degree.
Three Months Later (December)
Olivia stared outside the window of the restaurant for a few seconds, watching the snowflakes fall to the ground below. Her eyes then returned to the handsome man before her. The man who'd stuck by her side through good times and bad. She smiled, watching as his masculine hand took ahold of the crystal wine glass before raising it to her and she reciprocated by doing the same.
"To our one year anniversary," his deep baritone voice toasted.
"To our one year," Olivia chimed in. They clinked their glasses together before taking a sip of the red delicacy.
When she returned the wine glass to its place, his hands searched for hers on the table and entwined their fingers together.
They smiled knowingly at each other when his hand began toying with the ring on her left hand.
He beamed with happiness when he said, "I still can't believe we actually did it."
Olivia smiled widely, "what happens in Vegas…"
"Stays in Vegas…" Fitz joined in and they both let out a small laugh.
A/N: Kill me now if you want to! My lips are sealed. HAHAHA. Wooooooo! HAHAHA!
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