Relax, Tiger

She scrambled off the stranger's lap and scowled down at him.

He held his hands out, palms toward her, and chuckled lightly as he got to his feet. "Relax Tiger. I've just spent the last fifteen minutes looking up at you from the floor. I was just trying to level the playing field a little."

"Don't give me some cutesy nickname like you know me! You don't!" she declared with her scowl still in place.

The cocky grin on his face was growing by the second. "Man, you don't lighten up for a second, do you?"

She pointed an angry finger at him as her scowl deepened.

He held up his palms up higher, and said, "Whoa! That was rhetorical. I wasn't giving you a cutesy nickname. Tiger, as in Tiger Woods. Because of the golf club."

"Oh." Olivia said quietly as her eyes fell to the metal object in question. She felt like a jerk for being mean to him for no reason. "I'm sorry."

"No problem. Look, it seems like we'll be sharing this small space for a while."

"I really don't think..."

"We might as well get used to the idea." He told her a little more firmly. "Can I please make a small request?"

"Depends on what it is." She told him guardedly.

"You know what my name is. It might be nice to know yours?"

It wouldn't be the end of the world to tell him her name, she decided. "It's Olivia."

"Let me see some ID." He teased.

Olivia chuckled, in spite of herself. Realizing she still had his wallet, she handed it back to him. "I'm sorry about earlier. I was asleep upstairs and I heard a male voice. It scared me once I realized where I was at."

"You have a great swing, for baseball. Golf, not so much. Unless you're Happy Gilmore." He chuckled at the thought. It turned into a full bellied laugh when he heard her cute feminine laughter join his. "I'm sorry that I woke you up, Olivia. Why are you sleeping at two in the afternoon though?"

"I work the graveyard shift and sleep in the daytime."

"Ohhhhh. God, I feel really terrible now. Why don't you go back to bed while I hide the golf clubs?"

Olivia smiled at him. He had a great sense of humor for a guy who had just been pummeled by a girl. "I don't think I can sleep anymore right now. I'm wide awake unfortunately."

"How about I make it up to you?"

"How are you going to do that exactly?"

"Are you a vegetarian?"

She jerked her head back and shot him an ugly look. "Hello no! I like red meat!"

"Perfect. How does a grilled steak for dinner sound?"

"That sounds pretty amazing." Her belly growled, making her mind up for her. "Maybe we can discuss how to make the best of this situation over dinner."

She had just gone from you can't stay here with me to let's figure out how to make the best of this situation in under ten minutes. That was progress. He didn't want to make waves or disrupt whatever her plans were during this solo get away to the mountains. She seemed reasonable. Once the weapons were removed from the situation. Fitz wondered if the two of them could exist in the cabin without drama? He could do his thing and she could do hers. At the end of the week, they'd go their separate ways. It really shouldn't be a big deal.

He smiled at her. "I don't think it's gonna be a problem."

"I'd rather lay down some rules so we don't..."

"I'm sorry. Did you just say rules?" He made a face. "We're not kids here. You and I are grown ass adults who can certainly deal with being in each other's space for a week."

"Maybe rules was the wrong word?" She did not want to live with an angry man for five days. "I'm sorry. My mind is still a little fuzzy from not getting enough sleep. I'd really like to talk things out with you over grilled steaks. That is, if your offer still stands?"

Ok, so she had just covered her tracks really well with that little speech. He could stop being an asshole if she could. "That sounds fair. And of course it still stands. What time do you want to eat?"

A yawn escaped her lips and once it ended, she lifted her hands behind her neck to stretch.

Fitz's eyes dipped to Olivia's bare legs. She had fantastic legs. They were perfectly toned, and her skin looked baby soft. He'd bet she was a runner or lived in high heels twenty four seven. A scrap of baby blue material poked out from the hem of her sweater where her legs met. The sight piqued his interest greatly, and he tilted his head to the side. He hoped she yawned a lot before she remembered she wasn't wearing pants. Until then, he'd enjoy the show.

Somewhere in the middle of her stretch, with her eyes closed and her mouth open, Olivia felt a breeze flutter across her bare thighs. Her big brown eyes flew open wide and both hands went to the hem of the sweater where she quickly pulled it down. "Shit! I'm sorry."

Show was over. With the things running through his mind, that was probably for the best. "You might wanna go put on some pants?" he suggested. Averting his eyes in an effort to keep from being hit with the golf club again, Fitz added, "I'll just go rub the steaks down."

Olivia's eyes flicked down to his crotch. It appeared things were getting hard for him at the moment. "That's not the only thing that needs to be rubbed." she muttered.

Stopping in his tracks, Fitz cocked his head to the side and said, "I'm sorry. What did you just say?"

She squinted at him and pretended to think over what he just asked. Shaking her head back and forth, she simply said, "nothing."

He had heard her perfectly well. It was oddly comforting to know he wasn't the only one having interesting thoughts in the little cabin. Still, he decided to mess with her. "Huh. I must be hearing things. I thought you said something about sex?"

Olivia didn't say a word, but kept her hands on the hem of her sweater and flew up the few stairs to find a pair of leggings.

Forty minutes later, she felt like a new person. She had taken a long hot shower to wash off the shift at work she had been too tired to wash off before she crashed. Not only did she have on a warm fuzzy sweater, she had on a pair of black leggings too. She was clean and warm and starving. As she pulled a thick pair of socks onto her feet, she wondered where Fitz was at with the dinner preparations.

Music wafted upstairs, along with a distinctive male voice singing...baritone? A really good baritone too! Olivia grinned, got to her feet, and quietly tiptoed to the railing where she had a clear view downstairs. The smell of something cooking smacked her in the face. She was equally curious about what he was making to go with the steaks and getting a front row seat to his impromptu concert.

She could see him. Fitz was in the kitchen with his back to her. She had no idea what he was doing, but his head was nodding in rhythm to the song he was listening to as he sang along with it. Deciding to catch him by surprise, not for the first time today, Olivia descended the stairs quietly. Her footsteps were never heard on the hardwood floors thanks to the socks on her feet.

Creeping up behind him, it was clear to see that Fitz was stirring something in a pan. He jumped up, turning his body in the opposite direction as more words from the song flowed from his lips. Surprised at seeing Olivia, he quickly clamped his mouth shut.

Olivia, on the other hand, was so startled at his sudden turn around, that she screamed and lost her footing on the slick floor. She saw herself falling down, almost in slow motion, but before the hard hit that was sure to come, she felt his large hands come around her body and hold her tight. They fell to the floor, but Olivia landed on his chest instead of the hard wood.

When everything settled, and time seemed to resume its normal pace, she found herself looking down at Fitz. His brilliant blue eyes were watching her intently. Probably for a reaction to their current situation. There was a strange look on his face. Something akin to wonder. Olivia felt his hands still on her body, holding her in place. It was interesting that she didn't mind at all.

Fitz wondered what was happening here. They seemed to be sharing a moment, but he had no idea how long it would last. He tried to read her mind based on her expression, but came up empty. Very slowly, he released his hold of her and watched Olivia begin to back away from him. That was the last thing he wanted at the moment and he gently rested his hands on the sides of her knees to give her a clue about what he did want.

He sat up a bit more, resting his weight on the bottom of his arms and continued to look at her. She was beautiful and she smelled good too. With his back off the floor he was able to move a little freer, but Olivia was in control of what happened and when. Fitz was comfortable enough to let her be, and continued to watch her in silence. Time seemed to almost stop completely.

He was ridiculously handsome. In fact, Olivia couldn't recall meeting anyone as good looking as he was. Her curious brown eyes flicked down to study his lips. His tongue darted out and seemed to linger between his now moistened lips forever. In that moment, Olivia didn't think. She leaned down and kissed him.