AN: Thank you for all your reviews and support. I just wanted to point out that although Stanford isn't technically a city, it is an unincorporated area that holds Stanford U. It is a census designated area and holds places that aren't part of the university. But I stand corrected - it's not a city.

Also, there is M rated content in this chapter.

Home is any place that makes you forget the world is on fire.

-Rudy Francisco

April 4th, 2015

3:00 PM

Palm Springs, California

Olivia's POV

I walk out into the backyard, taken aback when Fitz is shirtless laying on a poolside chair.

I mean, I'm pretty confident about my body. I don't see a reason not to be. I know I'm pretty, I know I have a nice figure, petite but curvy, and I don't see a reason to deny any compliments.

But I have never seen anyone with a better build than anyone I have ever seen before in my life. He literally makes me feel insecure in my white bikini right now.

But he looks up at me, his face lighting up. "Damn."

My eyes roam up and and down his chest, noting his abs. "Damn yourself."

Fitz blushes. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really," I go over to sit on the chair next to him but he pulls me by my thigh to sit directly on his waist.

"You thirsty?" Fitz rests his hands on my waist, his eyes roaming up and down my body, making me blush in turn.

"No," I tell him, then pause. "Well, you would have nothing I would like."

Fitz laughs. "I didn't stock up on any alcoholic drinks."

"I noticed," I roll my eyes. "I'm not an alcoholic, you know."

"I know," Fitz brings his hand up and pushes a curl out of my eyes. "I know that, baby. But I don't want to enable anything."

I roll my eyes again. I'm so beyond annoyed. "So five years down the line, when we're married with a kid, I'm never ever going to be able to drink with you around?"

Fitz grins. "We're gonna be married with a kid?"

I slap his bare chest lightly. "Can you listen to me? I'm not an alcoholic. I'm not a crackhead either."

This makes him laugh. "Olivia, I know you're not. But I would rather be on the safe side, okay? And you should too." He sighs. "Can you see why I did what I did? Can you try to understand?"

"Not really," I reply honestly. I know Fitz worries about me and I can't really blame him for that, since I haven't given him plenty of reason to trust me around drinks and alcohol.

He frowns and I feel him exhale under me. But I just shake my head. "Whatever. Let's do something though."

"Yeah," Fitz flashes a huge grin. "Let's." Before I can say anything else, he pushes his arms under the backs of my thighs, picks me up and carries to to the side of the pool.

"Don't." I yell. "Seriously, don't Fitz. I will kill you. I will-"

Before I can say anything else, I am tossed in six feet of water. I kick my legs up and submerge, wiping chlorine water from my face. Fitz is standing there, cracking up. "I hate you. I actually hate you."

He's laughing too hard to say anything.

I slap his foot. "What if I didn't know how to swim, huh? Then what?"

"Y-you-," Fitz holds his stomach to control his insane laughter. "You were on your high school swim team, baby. You do know how to swim."

I slap his foot again. "But what if I didn't? Huh? I would die and it would be on your hands."

Fitz giggles and bends down to kiss me. He smiles into the kiss, making me grin in turn. "I'm glad you didn't die, Liv."

I step out of the huge shower/bath and grab a robe before coming into the master bedroom. It's getting pretty late but strangely, I'm not tired.

This has been, undoubtedly, the best day of my life. After Fitz threw me into the pool, he got in after me and we just spent hours in there. The only time we got out was to pay the guy who delivered our pizza and we ate right by the poolside. It was literally something out of a movie - spending the day at the pool with your boyfriend. And that's not all Fitz is to me - I mean, he is my boyfriend and he is a great one but he is also my best friend. I can just talk to him hours on end and things never get bored or awkward. We talked about a ton of stuff, to the most random trivial things to life changing deep conversation. I told him about my life back home and he told me about his life here. We had months of stuff to catch up on, so no, we didn't get bored. He's my best friend.

I don't know why I'm still a little weirded out by the whole vacation home thing. It's not that he has a vacation house - it's that he has three. I didn't grow up poor or anything. In fact, I was always considered rich by all my friends and the kids in my neighborhood. But if they could see what Fitz has... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I was always used to being the richest person I knew. Which is strange considering I was never that wealthy. I was well off but I didn't have three vacation homes. You don't see this type of money where I come from.

And he is really modest about it, which is cute. Obviously this is cool and everything but I would still love him if he just had the clothes on his back. I don't ever want him to think otherwise.

I throw on a black lace bra with matching underwear and I am about to search for some pajamas before I realize there is literally no point. We're the only ones here. Damn - it is just occurring to me that Fitz and I have never been together alone in a house before. It makes me grin.

This has been the perfect day...well, almost perfect. There is just one more thing that would really complete it.

I just walk out of the bedroom in my underwear, in hopes of locating my boyfriend in this enormous house. I open the door to the home gym, where I see a light on. Fitz is laying on the bench press, with earphones in. He sits up as soon as he sees me.

"Hi." His eyes roam around my almost naked body, too busy to meet mine. "Where have you been?"

I walk over to sit next to him but he pulls me on to his lap. I laugh and take an earphone, putting it in my ear. "You're listening to lecture notes?" He blushes and I laugh. "You're such a nerd, Fitz."

"Says the Stanford Honor Student," he teases me, wrapping his arms around my waist and looks at me, smiling. "Did you have fun today?"

I nod, moving my arms to wrap around his neck. I curl my fingers into the back of his hair. "Yeah, I had fun. I don't want it to end..."

Fitz leans his forehead against mine and lowers his voice. "Come on. We said we wouldn't talk about that."

"I don't want to," I whisper to him. "But...what else can we talk about?"

"Let's not talk about anything," Fitz mumbles his alternative, leaning forward to kiss me.

I'm realizing now that if we had rushed into sex before this, it would not have been right. I mean, I wouldn't have regretted it because it's Fitz and I would never regret sex with him. But I firmly believe that there is a right time for everything and I know, I just know, that this is it.

I lay my hand in the middle of his chest and kiss him back passionately. His grip around me tightens and I move over so I'm straddling him. I'm fine right here but he gets up, my legs around his waist, and carries me out of the room and into the bedroom, closing the door behind us.

He lays me down on the gently and stays over me, still kissing me. I bring my hands down to the rim of the base of his t-shirt and pull it off, tossing it to the side. Seeing him half naked again kind of makes me insecure, so I reach to the side to turn off the lamp as he trails kisses down from my mouth to my neck but he reaches for my wrists to stop me. "No...I want to be able to see you. All of you."

With that said, he pushes his hands between my back and the bed, undoing the clasp on my bra. I grip his shoulder blades with my fingers, not really caring if I'm scratching him. He pushes down the straps of my bra and his eyes go over my bare chest. He kisses the valley in between my breasts.

I throw my head back against the headboard and close my eyes.

"Are you sure you want this?" I hear him ask, his mouth grazing my collarbone.

I flutter my eyes back open and I look at him. The reason that I worry about this, about us, sometimes is because...when you love someone as much as I love Fitz, there really is a lot to lose. So I get scared.

But if there is one thing I am sure about, it's this. I want him, right here and right now. I don't want anything or anyone but him. "Yes."

Fitz's POV

I hold Liv's waist tightly as I trace kisses down her body. I'm ready to do this right now but I want it to be right. I don't want to be like the other guys she's been with, because she isn't like any girl I have ever been with. I want to do this right.

I bring one hand down to her underwear and pull them down slowly, making sure to look up at her so I know she's okay with it. I bring them down to the middle of her thighs and just look at her. She is so beautiful, all of her, all the time. Her skin is so soft and smooth, I swear I could run my hands through her body all night. I, firmly believing that every inch of skin on her body is worth kissing, drag my mouth along across her navel and to her flat waist.

"Fitz," I hear her breath my name and I look her.

She's panting already and I can tell she's already really wet and wants it already. I wanted to go down on her but I won't lie. I'm already hard and I don't want to waste another second not in her. So I scoot up on top of her while her hands reach down and fumble with untying my basketball shorts. Liv parts her legs for me and I get situated between them, looking directly into her eyes. She cups my jaw in her hands and kissing me deeply, biting softly into my lower lip. She leans all the way back, holding on to my shoulder tightly. She also takes the opportunity to wrap her parted legs around my waist, which drives me crazy.

I move my hand from her waist to the back of her lower thigh, gripping tightly. Her legs, thighs and fuck, her whole body is so perfectly smooth and toned. Every inch of her is flawless. I may be completely biased but I have the world's most beautiful girl with me right now. "God, you're so perfect."

I hear her giggle and look up, unable to hold my grin. I lean up and kiss her, holding the side of her face in my free hand. I shift a bit so I'm not shoving all my weight on her. When I move my hand down to touch her, she moans into the kiss, which is the biggest turn on for me.

"Are you sure about this?" I whisper once more, against her lips.

She answers me by reaching down between her thigh and my hip. She pulls down the rim of my underwear and grips my shoulders again. I come closer to her and she leans her parted mouth on my shoulder.

I push her arm down with my hand and hold hers tightly.

I think there is a point, a specific moment in a relationship where you look at someone and think...'how can I possibly love someone this much?'

I know it's soon, I know that, but I genuinely believe that Liv is the love of my life. The past half hour has been amazing but I have learned from her that it's not about sex. It's about the moment after. It's about me holding her at the waist through thin sheets, her hands on mine and my not being able to stop smiling. Don't get me wrong - the sex was incredible. It was everything I thought it would be and then some. It was completely worth it. But I just really love being here with her, no matter what we're doing.

"Fitz?" Liv whispers, her fingers entangled in mine.

"Yes, beautiful?"

She flips her body so her chest is facing mine. I bring her closer to me. "Was that good?"

"For me?" I grin before leaning in to kiss her gently. "It was the best."

Liv wraps her arms around my torso and rests her forehead on my chest. "When you meant me...did you ever think you would be here?"

"What do you mean, baby?"

"Here," Livvy mumbles into my bare chest, squeezing me tighter. "With me. Right now. Us. Together. Did you?"

I think about it. "No...but I knew that there was something about you. It hit me...you hit me." I laugh at the memory of her slapping me after that one party. "No, you actually literally hit me, Olivia."

Liv pulls away from me and smirks. "Yeah...sorry about that."

"It's okay," I tell her, because it is. Everything about our relationship has been, in my opinion, perfect. I mean, yeah it was built unconventionally. But I have no regrets. I hope she doesn't either. "Are you tired? You can go to sleep, Livvy. I'm right here - I'm not going anywhere."

"I have to ask you something," she mumbles, her voice suddenly pretty serious. "I mean, ask you something else."

"Ask away."

"Are you-..." She takes a deep breath, still looking at me. "Mellie. Do you miss her?"

I can't help but laugh. "Mellie is the last person I was thinking of tonight, Olivia." I lean in and kiss her besides her mouth. "And no, I don't miss her."

"Fitz," Liv inhales and I can tell something is bothering her. "Tonight was...incredible...but it's not that simple. You and I...eventually we're gonna have to snap back into reality and deal with my father and yours for that matter and this distance thing and-"

"Olivia," I stop her. "I know that. I know everything you're saying. I understand. But I also know that this is reality. You and me right now? It's what is happening." I hold her tightly. "And that is all we have to deal with right now."

"Okay," I see Liv smile through the dark and lean her head back against my chest. I think she just needed me to tell her everything is going to be okay. I think she believes me.

The love of my life is falling asleep to my heartbeat and I really wouldn't have it any other way.

AN: Quick question - are you guys okay with smut? Because I cut it short in this chapter just because I don't know if you are or aren't.