This took forever, but I wanted to give the backstory on how Olivia & Fitz got together. Hope you all enjoy. xoxo.
Your boyfriend's here. Olivia's friend and neighbor Stephen texted her.
He's not my boyfriend. Olivia quickly typed back.
You screaming his name at 3 in the morning says otherwise. Stephen texted her back.
Olivia was trying her hardest not to blush after reading that. She was currently counting down the minutes until her Torts class was over.
My class is over in 30. Olivia texted Stephen.
She was also trying and failing to pay attention to her professor. Instead, her mind kept drifting off to what Fitzgerald Grant was going to do to her once she got to her apartment. Remembering how he ate her pussy this morning was enough to make her clench her thighs together and shift in her seat.
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"Don't stop. Please don't stop," Olivia moaned as Fitzgerald Grant worked his magic on her. He told her when they first started this thing that his favorite breakfast was in between her legs. Most mornings he was a man starved and today was no different. He also liked to get creative with where he had his breakfast. Some days he liked it in bed. Others in the shower. Today, Olivia was spread out across his kitchen table.
He was driving her crazy in the best way. His tongue was magical and she enjoyed every second of it. He could lick and suck her clit until she had a complete out of body experience.
"Fitz...I...Baby...I...Ahh..." and just like that the dam broke. Still Fitz didn't let up and continued his delicious assault until she came down from her high.
"You could seriously get paid for doing that," Olivia said to him in between breaths.
"Breakfast of champions." Fitz said, helping her sit up and planting a kiss on her lips.
"What time is it?"
"9:13," Fitz said, checking his watch.
"Oh shit, we're gonna be late for class," she said, hopping off the table and they both began getting their stuff ready to head to campus.
"Meet you at your place later?" he asked her as they walked to their separate cars.
"Yeah," Liv said as she bit her lip and got in her car.
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Now she was headed to meet up with him for the third time today (they had Constitutional Law together earlier) and her body was already anxious in anticipation of seeing him.
Despite how much she looked forward to their time together, they both managed to avoid the relationship conversation. They agreed that no labels was the best and easiest way to go. They also both agreed that they were just going to have fun and use their time together as a way to ease the stress of law school. However, that changed probably after about a week in. Both Fitz and Olivia refused to say it outloud but they had definitely fallen for each other.
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"We have to stop," Olivia forced herself to say.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Fitz asked, his lips kissing up her neck and his fingers dangerously close to her core.
Olivia could absolutely see herself fucking this man. Just not here. Not in the bathroom of some random stranger's apartment in the middle of a house party. But damn if what he was doing didn't make her come close to changing her mind.
"Not here," she panted out and he listened and pulled away.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Fitz said while catching his breath. Olivia was currently sitting on the bathroom counter, trying to recover from their near quickie.
"You said that already. That's how we ended up in here in the first place." Olivia smiled at the compliment as she slid off the counter and turned around to check her reflection in the mirror. "Oh great. I definitely look like I had sex," she said, taking in her disheveled appearance. Her hair was all over the place and more of her lip gloss was on him than it was on her.
"We can change that, you know," Fitz said as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and began kissing her neck again.
Just as Olivia was about to give in, someone started banging on the door announcing that they had to pee. Olivia did what she could to make herself look presentable in 30 seconds before she and Fitz exited the bathroom. The girl waiting to go in gave them a knowing look that they both chose to ignore.
"So can I get your number?" Fitz asked her.
"There you are!" Abby yelled and she walked over to Olivia and grabbed her arm just as she was getting her phone out of her bag. "I've been looking all over for you," Abby said before pulling her off.
Olivia managed to get one final look at the handsome guy before being whisked off in the opposite direction.
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Before the start of each semester, Georgetown Law held a mixer for its incoming first years. After that, Olivia's best friend, Abby Whelan, held a party of her own to welcome friends back to campus. The two met when they both attended Georgetown for undergrad. By now, Olivia was used to the event and this year it was a pool party at their apartment complex.
"For some reason I thought this would be way more fun," the redhead said to Olivia as they stood in the corner entertaining themselves with the free food.
"Lighten up Abby. We made it to law school. We should be taking all this in."
"There's something I wouldn't mind taking in," Abby said, looking at the 6'2" man with blue eyes who was walking in their direction.
'Oh shit! It's him!' Olivia thought to herself. It had been five days since she hooked up with him at that party and as much as she tried not to, she hadn't been able to get him out of her brain.
'Play it cool. He probably doesn't even remember you.' she told herself as he approached them.
"Excuse me, are you new here?" Abby asked him.
"I am."
"Well consider yourself invited to the real Georgetown welcome party tomorrow afternoon."
"Will your friend be there?" Fitz asked, not being able to take his eyes away from Olivia. The two exchanged a look and Olivia knew that he remembered her.
"Oh she'll be there and so will I."
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"So do you think he'll show?" Abby asked Olivia.
"Do I think who will show?" Olivia questioned, trying her best to act oblivious.
"The hot guy from yesterday. He seemed to think you were quite the catch."
Olivia rolled her eyes at Abby and diverted the attention back to their task. "Come on, we've gotta finish setting up for your party."
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As the son of a U.S. Senator, Fitzgerald Grant was no stranger to Washington, D.C. The plan had been for him to attend both undergrad and law school in New England, but after spending four years in Massachusetts, he opted for a change of scenery. He got into Georgetown Law School and even though it's what he wanted, he was still second guessing his decision.
That all changed a week ago when he saw her. She was the most attractive woman he'd ever seen. He spotted her and her friend as soon as they walked into the party and he hadn't been able to look away. He stood in the corner and watched as she migrated onto the dance floor and knew that this was his shot. Despite his boarding school upbringing, he was fortunate enough to have rhythm. She must have been paying attention to him as well because just as he was preparing to walk over to her and ask her to dance, she looked at him and motioned with her finger for him to come over.
Fitz lost track of time as he got caught up in her and her body. Each time the song changed, he said a silent prayer that she wasn't finished dancing with him because he didn't want to break away from her. He was mesmerized by her hips grinding against him and found this to be the most exquisite form of torture he'd ever experienced.
"I'm Fitz," he said in her ear as she continued to dance.
That must've gotten her attention as she stopped what she was doing to turn around and introduce herself to him.
"Olivia."
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Fitz said to her, unable to break his eyes away from hers. It seems she was unable to do the same.
Just then a slow song same on and Oliva wrapped her hands around Fitz's neck and he wrapped his around her waist. It could've been the heat, their close proximity, or just the fact that the planets had aligned but all of a sudden Fitz felt Olivia's lips on his and he knew it was something he never wanted to end. When they finally pulled apart, Fitz saw someone exit the bathroom out of the corner of his eye and he held onto Olivia's hand and took her inside so they could have more privacy.
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It was a quick 10 minute drive from his place to the welcome back party. He parked his car and heard the music playing out back. Fitz immediately spotted her, not that she didn't stand out. She wore the sexiest white bikini with a gold wrap around her waist. Her beautiful curly hair was blowing in the wind, making her sexy look effortless. His body seemed to be on auto pilot because before he knew it he was headed in her direction.
"Hi," he said, walking up to her.
"Hi," Olivia responded back. She took a second to give him the once over, hoping her sunglasses hid her actions. Damn he was even more attractive now that she was sober.
The two engaged in flirting and small talk while trying not to bring up the fact that they both wanted to continue what almost happened a week ago. He was bringing out a side of Olivia that she didn't know existed, but she liked it.
"Liv!" Abby screamed, rushing over. "Do you have any alcohol at your place that you could bring down? I'd send the guys to go get more, but they're too drunk to drive."
"If they're too drunk to drive, then shouldn't they stop drinking anyways?" Liv questioned.
"Liv, please. You know I'll replace it. And you can keep all your red wine. It's not like this crowd would appreciate it anyway."
"I think I may have a handle or two I could bring down," Olivia said, getting up from her seat.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," Abby nearly shouted, pulling her in for a hug. "You, mystery man, you should go with her, she might need help." the redhead said before hurrying away.
Olivia looked at him curiously, trying to figure out what was going on with Abby. She was just about to tell Fitz she didn't need the help when he beat her to the punch and told her to lead the way.
"Your place is nice." Fitz said, taking in her living room.
"It's cozy. I'm sure it's nowhere near as fancy as wherever you're living," she replied while heading to her cabinet to look for liquor. "Here it is. A handle of Tito's and a bottle of Patron."
"How about we take a shot before we go back down," Fitz said, trying to stall.
"I don't have shot glasses," Olivia lied, well aware of his intentions.
"You do have cups don't you?"
Olivia set the bottles on the table and walked to her cabinet and retrieved two glasses. Fitz poured vodka in one for him and tequila in another for her.
"This looks like more than a shot," Olivia said, inspecting her glass.
"Well I guess we're stuck here until you finish it. Cheers," Fitz said as the both raised their glasses and downed the shot.
"Well, well look at who finished her shot. Let's have another." Before she could stop him, Fitz was already refilling both of their glasses.
"You're not playing nice," Olivia said, trying to feign offense.
Oh I can play very nice," they repeated the action and took their second shot. "Or I can play naughty when I need to. Don't you remember?" As Fitz said that, he took a step closer to her and stroked her cheek with his finger.
"Fitz," Olivia breathed out, affected by his proximity and the alcohol.
"I've been thinking about you for the past week. I can't seem to get you out of my head." Fitz whispered, his lips inching closer to hers. He wanted her to make the first move again. He needed to know she wanted this just as badly as he did.
"I want you," Olivia managed to get out before her lips found his. Fitz cradled her face in his hands, trying to take in as much of her as he possibly could. Olivia was extremely responsive to the kiss and could feel a puddle forming in her swimsuit bottoms.
"Liv," Fitz said as he pulled back from her. "If we keep going, I'm not gonna be able to stop. So if you don't want-" he was cut off in the middle of his sentence by her untying the strings of her bikini top and letting it fall on the floor.
"Then don't stop." Olivia replied.
As much as he wanted to take her right then and there, he decided to take his time and explore her body a bit first. He took her breasts in each of his hands and started to massage them before playing with her nipples. He could tell by her breathing and the little gasps she was letting out that she was as turned on as he was.
"I need you to-" before she could finish, he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth while he let his free hand find its way to her bikini bottoms. From there he began to stroke her clit through the fabric.
"Yes, Fitz, yes," Olivia moaned while leaning back on the kitchen island. She was surprised her brain could form coherent words with the way he was working his magic on her body. After he switched to her other nipple, he let his hand find its way inside her swimsuit. Olivia let out a yelp when she felt his finger start to move in and out of her core.
"You like that?" Fitz asked as he released her nipple from his mouth. A slight nod of her head was the only response Olivia could give to answer his question.
Fitz removed his fingers and dropped to his knees in front of her and removed what was left of her swimsuit. His tongue wasted no time finding her clit. Olivia's hands replaced his as she began playing with her own nipples to increase her pleasure. She was teetering on the edge, trying to keep her balance and prolong the pleasure that when Fitz inserted a finger back inside her, her orgasm hit her more forcefully than any she'd had before. Luckily, Fitz was there to steady her even though he kept using his tongue to coax her through her orgasm.
Once she was able to steady her breathing, she was preparing to return the favor, when she got a text from Abby asking if she was lost.
"I can't leave you like this," Olivia said, referring to Fitz's erection.
"It's fine," he responded, trying to be a gentleman.
Olivia got an idea and turned around to face the island. "I'm clean and if you make it quick, I promise I'll make it up to you later." Fitz was inside her less than two seconds later. Ten minutes later, they were in Olivia's shower, picking up where they left off after delivering the two bottles of liquor downstairs.
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'Get your ass over here,' Olivia texted Fitz once she'd gotten home and changed. They were past the pleasantries and both agreed it was way more fun when they got straight to the point. Their morning "breakfast session" had been replaying in Olivia's mind on her way home and she hoped by now he was ready for dinner.
Just as she finished pouring herself a glass of red, Fitz's knocks rang through her apartment.
"Well someone is bossy," Fitz said, responding to her text as she opened the door for him.
"Get in here, Mister."
"Someone must've missed me," Fitz said, smacking her on the ass as she walked to retrieve her glass of wine from the counter.
"I plead the fifth," Olivia responded as she took a sip.
"So, Stephen thinks we're dating," Fitz said, retrieving his bottle of scotch from her cabinet and pouring himself a drink.
"I know. He texted me to tell me that my boyfriend was hanging out at his place," Olivia said, with a smile.
"You're not jealous are you?"
"Not at all boyfriend," she said emphasizing the title. "If you think Stephen can give you what you need, then by all means."
"Nah, I think I'll keep you around. Stephen seems like he might be too needy," Fitz said, nearly finished with his drink.
"Hey, I have needs," Olivia retorted.
"Oh yeah, what kind of needs?"
"I think I need for us to finish what we started this morning," Oliva responded, pouring herself another glass of wine.
"You mean, when I had you spread out on my kitchen table?" Fitz asked in his sexy baritone that sent pleasure straight to Olivia's core.
"Fitz," she breathed out, already being affected by him as he held her gaze and dared her to look away.
"You're gonna have to say it, Livvie. Tell me what it is that you need."
Without taking a breath, Olivia finished the contents of her wine glass, hoping it would make her confident enough to say what she wanted him to do to her. "I want you to fuck me, Fitz."
"Is that all you want?" he asked as he made his way over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested one hand on her ass and the other made its way to the waistband of her pantied. "Is that all you want, baby?"
"I want your tongue," Olivia breathed out as she felt Fitz's fingers move closer to her center. He wasn't even touching her and she was already dripping for him.
"Say it, Liv." Fitz knew as much as she hated when he made her beg, she was always rewarded for it in the end.
"I need you to fuck me with your tongue, Fitz," she got out in one breath as she felt his fingers make contact with her clit."
"Take off your clothes," Fitz instructed her and he took a step back so she could comply. Fortunately she was wearing a t-shirt dress so it didn't take long. "That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he said, taking in her appearance. She was standing before him with her hair in a messy bun and a matching cheetah print bra and panties set.
"And why is that?" she asked, knowing full well he was going to go out of here way to show her why.
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"Fitzgerald," Olivia said, not looking up from typing on her laptop. Fitz's hand was making its way up her thigh. "For the 100th time, I am not having sex with you in the library."
"There are other things besides sex, Livvie," He said, playing with the waist band of her leggings.
"People will see, Fitz," Olivia replied as she place her hand on his to stop him.
"We're in a private study room in the back of the library on a Friday night. The door is locked and there are no windows," Fitz stated, pointing out the obvious. "You just have to be quiet," he said, pushing her hand to the side and slipping his inside her panties.
Olivia returned to typing her paper, trying to appear as calm and unaffected by what he was doing as she could. It's not that she didn't want to do this, in fact, sex with him was pretty much the only thing she wanted to do, sex in a library, just seemed so wrong.
It didn't take long for his fingers to have their desired effect. Olivia had ceased typing her paper and found herself meeting his fingers thrust for thrust.
"That's it, baby. You know you want this," Fitz said, watching her surrender to him.
Olivia was biting her lip so hard to stifle her moans that there was sure to be blood. She tried to keep her eyes open, but it was no use. This man was skilled and he knew just what to do to make her body react.
"I'm close," she whispered.
"I know," Fitz said, as he withdrew his two fingers and started moving his finger in circles over her clit causing Olivia to let out a whimper before she went back to biting her lip. She threw her head back and Fitz knew it was only a matter of seconds before she exploded. Olivia replaced her lip with her thumb and bit down on it hard to stop the entire library from knowing what they were up to.
When she opened her eyes, Liv looked over to see Fitz licking her juices off her fingers.
"I'm a sticky mess thanks to you," Olivia told him.
"Well that makes two of us with problems," Fitz announced, noting his hard dick.
"You did that to yourself. You're the one that started this," Olivia said, taking a sip of her water.
"Attention, the library will be closing in 15 minutes," the librarian on duty announced over the PA.
"And looks like I'll be the one to finish it too," Fitz said with a smirk knowing that neither one of them was getting anymore schoolwork done tonight.
"Can we at least get food first? I'm starving," Olivia said as they exited the library.
"Yeah. I think there's a diner down the block that's still open."
The two walked quickly as D.C. in November was fairly cold. The diner was two blocks away and fortunately, was open 24 hours. The two slid into an open booth and were quickly tended to by a waiter.
"See anything that looks good?" Fitz asked her.
"An omelette sounds good. Ooh, but they have chocolate chip waffles."
"Are you two ready to order," the waiter asked as he returned with an orange juice for Fitz and a water for Olivia.
"I'll take the biscuits and gravy with a side of bacon and she'll have the chocolate chip waffles," Fitz announced. The waiter scribbled on his pad and headed to the kitchen.
"How'd you know I wanted the waffles over the omelette?" she asked him.
"Because you have an insatiable sweet tooth. And at the moment, we're craving two different types of dessert."
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"Why don't you come with me to Santa Barbara for the holidays?" Fitz asked her, one morning while laying in bed.
"Why, so you don't have to go a month without sex?" she replied sarcastically.
"I hadn't even thought about that, but you do make a good point," Fitz chuckled, causing Olivia to join in. "You're gonna be all by yourself for Thanksgiving and Christmas. No one should be alone for the holidays."
"It's fine Fitz, I'm used to it. And I'm only joking about the sex part. We're not together, so you know, you can sleep with whoever you want," she added in that last part, not wanting him to think she was being that clingy girl who wanted a relationship. In reality, she had no desire to know if he was screwing other women.
"So does that mean you're screwing other guys?" Fitz asked her.
"What? No!" Olivia said a little too quickly. "I mean, I could I suppose."
"Do you want to screw other guys?" Fitz asked, trying to get a sense for what her feelings were on whatever this is they were doing.
"No," she admitted, laying her lead on his bare chest. "Do you wanna screw other girls?"
"No," he replied, placing a kiss on her forehead. "How about I spend Christmas here?"
Olivia sat up to look at him. "What?"
"I mean it's too late to cancel on my family for Thanksgiving, but I'll tell them I have plans here for Christmas and can't make it home."
"You'd do that for me?" Olivia asked, shocked that he would even suggest it.
He wanted to tell her that he'd do anything for her, but knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. "Well I can't have you ending up under the mistletoe with anyone else now can I?"