Rules Were Meant To Be Broken

Fitz woke up the next morning to music playing in the cabin. It wasn't at an ear deafening volume, but it wasn't exactly on low either. He was lying face down on the mattress next door to the room Olivia was using. Opening his bleary eyes, he was surprised to see bright light flooding in the room. He wondered what time it was, when his brain reminded him that he was on vacation and who gives a shit? He rolled over to face the wall in hopes of going back to sleep. He was just about there when loud banging was heard on the door.

Dammit! With anger coursing through his veins, he pulled himself from the warm comfy bed and stalked to the door, jerking it open. "What?" be barked.

Olivia took in the sight before her. Fitz was truly rumpled. His hair looked like he had stuck his finger into an electrical socket. Wild curls stuck up in every direction, he had a line across one eye – probably from the sheet, he didn't have a shirt on...and holy hell his chest was damned near perfection! Her itchy fingers wanted to touch it. She balled her hands into fists to resist that particular temptation. When her big inquisitive eyes dropped, she noticed that he was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. Damn he was fine!

"Hello? Are you done mentally undressing me?" Her eyes darted back up to his face.

"I wasn't...I mean..." She stammered.

"Yes, you were. It's fine. I did the same thing to you yesterday when you were on the phone with Abby in that sweater."

"You did what?" She closed her eyes and shook her head. "You know what? It doesn't matter."

"Okay, so why are you knocking on my door waking me up from great sleep? And what the hell is that racket?"

She had gotten so absorbed in how he looked that she had forgotten why had she knocked on his door in the first place. "Sorry. That's YouTube, and it's eleven o'clock."

"So!" He spat out in an irritated tone.

"It's practically noon time."

He sighed impatiently. "Rule number three. Respect each other's space."

"You're right. I'm..."

He shut the door in her face.

"...sorry." She stuck her tongue out at the closed door and then added, "I also made breakfast, but you just enjoy your stupid space."

Olivia was descending the stairs when Fitz opened the door. "Did you say there's food?"

She ignored him and kept going.

Fitz went to the railing, where he could clearly see downstairs. He watched her end the music, grab one of two plates of food, and head for the living room sofa. "Are those scrambled eggs?"

Olivia turned on the television with the remote and took a bite of her eggs.

"Hellllllooooooo? I asked if those are eggs?"

Olivia continued to ignore him and turned the volume on the television up.

Deciding food was food and that he was wide awake now, Fitz flew down the stairs and picked up the other plate of food in the kitchen. He picked up a piece of bacon and popped it into his mouth. It was crunchy and perfect. He speared some eggs that looked like yellow clouds and tasted. "Holy shit" he breathed out. Olivia could cook!

He made his way into the living room and stood in front of the television. "I'm sorry for being an asshole."

Olivia stared at him with vacant eyes. Maybe this wasn't going to work after all? "Can you move?"

"I said I'm sorry."

"Great. Now move."

"Do you forgive me?"

"No." She replied impatiently.

"Why not?" He asked incredulously.

"Because I was doing something nice for you. I made breakfast to repay you for cooking dinner last night. I didn't know you woke up with your head up your ass." She got to her feet and headed towards the kitchen. "If that's how it's going to be, then maybe I should just pack my shit and go home."

Fitz snaked his hand around her waist and pulled her against his body. "Stop being so dramatic, Livvie."

"Don't...call me that." She stammered. She was having a hard time concentrating with him being so close to her. "And let go of me!"

"I didn't mean to be a jerk."

"Too late."

Fitz easily held her in place and looked down at her. Really looked at her. She was sexy in the morning. She was dressed in leggings and a t shirt, she didn't have any make up on, her hair had tight little ringlets all over her head, and those plump lips were beckoning him again. There was that familiar smell again. Shampoo or perfume. Whatever it was, it smelled fantastic.

Olivia stilled in his arms. Her eyes flicked back and forth between his sparkling blue eyes. He was staring at her with an intense look. If she didn't know better; she would swear he was about to kiss her. Her hand rested on his firm bare chest. Maybe it should have bothered her being this close to a man she barely knew, but Olivia didn't feel that. She wanted to be closer.

He clenched his jaw. She wanted him to kiss her. Fitz would bet money on it. She was right there, looking up at him with those gorgeous brown eyes that were filled with want for him. His head involuntarily began to move toward hers. Just before their lips touched, he came to his senses.

"Shit. I'm...so sorry!" he released her as if her skin was burning his. "I was bitching to you about respecting my space and I just invaded yours like a foreign army."

She released the breath she didn't know she had been holding. Nodding, she gave a tight smile and said, "it's alright, Fitz."

"Don't leave, okay? I'll try to get my head out of my ass before I come downstairs from now on."

She chuckled, thankful that he had effectively lightened the mood. "Deal. And can you please put some clothes on too? It's very distracting."

It was distracting, huh? That was interesting, Fitz thought. Instead of saying that though, he told her, "I guess we're even now with showing our underwear. These eggs are fantastic. You completely undersold your cooking skills."

She smiled up at him. "Abby hates my eggs."

"Chuckles is uncultured." Fitz declared. She still hadn't made any attempt to remove her hand from his chest. That was interesting too. "I'm gonna go put on some sweats and then we can watch tv while we eat this amazing breakfast."

The moment he turned to head up the stairs, Olivia took a couple deep breaths. Holy shit that had been close. She was going to have to be a lot more careful around Fitz. They were practically explosive around each other. She took her plate into the kitchen, setting it down on the island, before fanning her overheated face.

She had practically begged him to kiss her a moment ago. There was no way she would be able to be around him unless he was fully clothed. His body was ridiculously hot. Maybe they should make up some more rules?

If she was honest with herself, Olivia knew she didn't want any more rules with this situation. She liked the unspoken sexual tension between them. It was hot and something she had never experienced with another man before. She got the feeling that if they started giving in to what they were feeling, caution and common sense would be long gone.

Maybe she really should go home and let him have the cabin to himself. She knew he had said that he didn't want that, but it might be the best thing for both of them.

Fitz had quickly pulled on a pair of sweats and had then gone into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He was practically desperate to kiss Olivia again, and he knew she felt the same way. As he made his way toward the stairs, he spotted her standing near the island with a dazed look on her face. She was probably overthinking the situation.

When he had reached the last step, he called out, "Livvie?"

His deep rich baritone pulled her from her musings. She turned to face him and said, "yea?"

He went to stand directly in front of her. Instead of saying what was on his mind, he continued to look at her. He felt like a giant compared to her compact size. She was looking up at him with her big brown eyes. It was so easy to get lost in those eyes. He was careful to not touch her, knowing that his thinking would become increasingly more clouded if he did.

What was it he wanted to tell her? He couldn't seem to remember anymore. A half hearted attempt was made by his brain to figure out why he had come back downstairs to talk to her. The only words that came out were, "I...just..."

"Kiss me." Olivia breathed.

His hands came around her in an instant. There was something settling about touching her. Not in a sexual way. Just her waist. Fitz couldn't explain that. He tilted his head and began to slowly move closer to her.

She rested her hands on top of his shoulders. It was Olivia's way of keeping it casual, but touching him at the same time. They quickly slid down to his waist as the kiss deepened, and she pulled him impossibly closer.

Fitz's hands came up and cupped her cheeks. Not in a romantic way. In a desperately trying to hold her in place to continue sampling her mouth way.

The kiss eventually ended, leaving both of them silently staring at each other, trying to figure out what it meant. They both knew they were in trouble. Instead of the kiss satisfying their curiosity, it made them want much more.