A/N: Just a quick update for this tale. Just getting back into the swing of writing again. Well, writing for fun. I hope you enjoy.

Also, if you feel the need to be a dick, don't be. Everything sucks in the world already. Just keep it scrolling.

This chapter is just pure indulgence.

"So, you're telling me that you really didn't go to your prom?" Fitz asks her as he reaches for another handful of popcorn. He and Olivia are sprawled across her couch, watching Julia Styles in Ten Things I Hate About You.

"Seriously." Olivia takes a sip of wine.

Fitz studies her intently. He can't believe that somehow, they're here together. Part of him wants to again apologize for treating her as he had when she'd first stepped into his classroom. He secretly wonders if he'd been punishing her because he'd always found her attractive. "I find that hard to believe. You can't tell me that you had a hard time getting a date, either. Frankie's beautiful." He watches as Olivia blushes at his words.

"Yeah, well, when you have a baby while you're still in high school, the guys that want to take you out only do it because they think you're going to screw them in the back of their daddy's car," she says.

There's sadness in her voice that inspires a bout of protectiveness from him. He tugs her close to him and kisses the crown of her head. If he ever meets any of these guys, he's going to rip their throats out. "I'm sorry."

"Why? You didn't knock me up."

"Speaking of, how's he doing with Frankie?"

Olivia reaches forward and grabs the bowl of popcorn sitting on the table. Fitz studies her profile, wondering what she's thinking. He knows it isn't easy for her, taking care of Frankie, trying to do a full-time job, and finding the time to see him. He wants to find a way to ease her load; take the weight off of her shoulders, though he finds it ironic. Months ago, he was one of the people piling on the weight without pause.

"Livvie?"

"I worry about her being with him. A lot. I'm afraid of what is being said to her when she's with him and his girlfriend. I don't know Vanessa well, but I've seen enough to not like her."

Fitz raised a brow. "I don't think I'm following."

"She refuses to call Frankie, Frankie. Only Francesca." Olivia rolls her eyes. "And then she took down Frankie's braids. Don't touch my child's hair."

There's a fierceness in Olivia's voice that makes the corners of his mouth uptick. He tries not to smile but fails. "You're cute when you're angry."

She sets the bowl of popcorn down and turns towards him. "I know you're trying to be sweet but there's a whole set of issues in what Vanessa did that I just don't even want to dive into right now."

He reaches out, grazing his left thumb along her chin and catching her bottom lip. "If you ever want to, though, I'm here to listen. Just know that."

Olivia smiles. "I appreciate it."

"I know. How are things with your parents?"

"Weird."

Fitz raises a brow. "Weird?" He remembers sitting in the hospital with her, all those months back, listening as she spoke about having to grovel before her parents for help. It saddens him to think that the Popes find their daughter to be a screw-up of any sorts. Olivia is by far the most competent and hardworking woman he's ever met. She's gorgeous, intelligent, and for some reason, even after he's been a world class asshole to her, she still entertains him.

Olivia shrugs. "Helpful. Interested."

"Isn't that what you've always wanted?"

"It is. For the most part. I'm just afraid of what strings they're going to attach to it eventually. My parents aren't anything if not conditional."

Fitz nods. He turns his attention back to the TV scream for a moment. He's never seen this film. He's a bit out of the age bracket for it, but it's amusing, nonetheless. This isn't exactly what he imagined them doing without Frankie in between them, but he's still enjoying himself.

As prom unfolds on screen, Fitz gets a wild idea. Abruptly, he slides out of Olivia's hold. He stands up and extends a hand. "Dance with me? At Prom?"

She laughs, her high cheeks swelling. "What are you doing?"

"Asking the prettiest girl in this building if she'll dance with me."

"Fitz…"

He grabs her right hand and hoists her to her feet. He nearly knocks the back of his knees off the coffee table but catches himself. "Come on, I promise I'll be on my best behavior. My hands will stay above your waist." Fitz immediately breaks his promise, letting his left hand find its way to her ass. He squeezes lightly and she jumps in his arms.

"Fitz!"

"Starting now…" He maneuvers them out from behind the coffee table and into the few feet of bare floor that isn't filled with signs of Frankie or law school. His left-hand settles against her right hip and his right hand holds her left tightly in his. They're chests are pressed close together and he can feel her breathing change. Olivia's eyes darken and he sees swirls of lust bud in her dark irises. "You should be on your best behavior, too, Livvie."

"What if I don't want to be?" she asks, chin tilting upwards. She's barefoot so without the added height of her heels, she only comes to his shoulder.

"We save that part for after prom."

She stretches up on her tip toes, snaking her hands out of his grasp and wrapping her arms around her neck. The TV is little more than white noise behind them. Truthfully, he's thought long and hard about what it'd be like to take her; to fuck her senseless as she calls out his name.

"Let's pretend this is after prom, then." Her lips meet his and the fervor in her kiss surprises him.

Suddenly incensed, he forgets the half two-step they're in and wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her up. He strokes her tongue with his, drawing her bottom lip into his mouth and biting down enough to cause her to hiss. He's always gone back in forth over how delicate he should be with her. Olivia's tiny and well, he's not, but something tells him that she can take a proverbial hit. A punch. Unbridled lust. Give as much as she gets. He draws her to him harder, his kisses become languid, slow. Teasing until he's pulling away and her mouth chases his. His hands drop down to her ass, squeezing hard. He's rough, yet soothing, and can only manage a smirk as she finally takes the hint, wrapping her legs around his waist.

They pivot, falling back against the couch they've just vacated. He pushes her into the plush pillows, pinning her in place with his pelvis as he breaks their kiss. His lips move to her neck and he bits, licks, and sucks at the point just below her ear. Olivia gasps, moans. Her nails dig into his shoulders soliciting a hiss from him and he takes that as a sign to keep going. His hands slide beneath the thin sweater she wears, and he pushes it up. It bunches up beneath her breast and she catches his drift, lifting her arms so he can drag the fabric over her head.

Fitz's mouth waters at the sight of her newly exposed flesh. This isn't the first time they've all but dry humped, but it's the first time he doesn't fear a seven-year-old ruining the moment. He moves to kiss the tops of her breasts, kneading the supple flesh through her silver, silk bra. He pulls the straps down, watching as her left nipple pops out. His mouth immediately seizes the puckered bud and his bites down softly. Her hips jerk beneath his and he uses his knee for leverage, pressing her wider, rubbing against her cotton clothed center.

He's going to fuck her stress away.

"Fitz…fuck. Shit; just fuck me. Please. It's been so long. Just. Hard. Please." She's needy and he loves it.

He drags her bra down, runs his lips between her breasts and stops as he reaches her belly button. His hands snake to the top of her yoga pants and he drags them down, parting from her body only briefly to pull them all the way off. Without even hesitating, her underwear follows. His fingers go to the tie around his neck and he can feel his mouth water as his eyes dance over the glistening curls at the juncture of her thighs. She aches, stretches, reaches for him and he unbuttons his button down slowly.

"Fitz…"

"Patience, baby," he tells her, though he's exercising a great amount of restraint. All his body wants to do is plunge deep inside of her, fill her until he can't figure out where she begins, and he ends. Fuck her until she's incoherent. Why does he want to take his time again?

He bites his bottom lip before dropping to his knees between her legs. He strokes the tops of her thighs, runs his tongue along the inside of them, listening as she mewls. She reaches for his head, her fingers tangling in his golden curls, and tries desperately to get him to where she needs him to be. He stops her. He untangles her hands and forces them to her sides, holding them in place with just enough pressure.

"Damn you!" she hisses.

He smirks, blowing puffs of cool air over her glistening curls.

"Fi—" The words get caught on her tongue as he runs his tongue between her folds, over her clit. He lets his teeth graze her before burying his mouth into her core. She's sweet. A bit tangy. He lets his tongue run over her repeatedly. She moans, gasps. Cries out. Tries to free her hands. He slows his movements, hums a bit. Smirks more as she unleashes a string of curses, he didn't even know she had in her. This isn't the first time he touches her, but it is the first time she's let him taste her. He laps at her excess, holds her wrists down as her thighs threaten to suffocate him.

"I need you. I – please."

There's pain in her voice and he lifts his head, knowing full well that she's all over his mouth. He lets go of her wrists, slivers up her body, and plunges his tongue into her mouth. The mixture of her on his tongue and her tongue on his is the greatest aphrodisiac he knows he'll ever have. Her elegant fingers slide between them and she finds the zipper of his slacks, undoing it and the button. She slides her hands inside his boxers, and he lets his forehead fall against her as she takes him in her hand. Stroking him. His hips buck and he just wants to fuck her. Hard. Long. On her stomach. Ass in the air.

And then he feels it. In the pocket of his slacks. His phone. It buzzes. Once. Twice. He tries to ignore it, but then the buzz turns into a ring.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" he growls. He sits up, his body collapsing into the right corner of her couch. He looks at Olivia who sits still. Her hair is frizzy, her bra is bunched up beneath her breasts and the curls between her legs are begging – calling his name.

"Is it important?" she asks in a breathy tone that makes him want to throw his phone across the room, lift her legs over her shoulders, and pound her until she can't fucking breathe.

He slides a hand into his pocket, grabs his phone. "It's Karen. Don't move," he instructs, sliding his thumb along the 'accept' button.

A shrill 'dad!' fills his ears.

"Kare?"

"Dad, Jerry has a girl in his room! I think they're having sex."

"What?" Fitz asks, suddenly the eagerness in him deflates. "He's what?"

"Yeah, everyone knows her as the biggest slut in school. She'll sleep with anyone and I think she's sleeping with Jerry right now! You know he's stupid, too, dad. He won't wear a condom."

"Jesus. Kare, just…go beat on his door until they come out. I'll be there in a minute." He hands up the phone and tosses it onto the coffee table before chuckling. His tone is somber. Leave it to his son's sex life to impede upon his.

Olivia sits up, a frown on her face. She reaches for her underwear and he snatches them out of her hands. "I'm keeping these to fantasize with tonight." He stands and begins buckling his pants. God his still so fucking horny. So. Horny.

"Hey. I need those!"

"Not as much as I do. I want to fuck you so hard right now, Liv. Fuck."

"What's going on?"

"Apparently like father, like son. Jerry has a girl in his bedroom. I've gotta get home before he makes me a grandfather."

"Do you want me to take care of that for you first?" she nods her head in the direction of his blazing erection. "You tasted me; I think it's only fair if I get to taste you before you go…"

The temptation is real. Even the mental image of Olivia on her knees nearly makes him cum. He wants to take her up on his offer and thinks it'd only take him make two or three strokes before he'd cum, but he can't. It's time to be a father. "Rain check, beautiful. Maybe I'll come back tonight, after I send Jerry off to be a monk."

Olivia laughs before she collects her yoga pants. She pulls him on, and he frowns. Hard. They were so close.

"I should probably work on my summary judgements anyways…" Olivia says. He can hear the disappointment in her voice, too.

"This week," Fitz says, "Well, this weekend. Me and you. Let's go away."

"I'll think about it. I have a lot of work and finding someone for Frankie to stay…"

"Just think on it. Okay?" He kisses the top of her head and buttons his dress shirt. "I'll call you after everything settles down, okay?"

"Okay," Olivia says, sliding her shirt back over her head.