A/N: Plugging through and writing this quick chapter is how I cope with the horror of the outside world. Let's just not yell at me about chapter length and time between updates. The world sucks right now. Just let this give you a second of happiness.

I'm also beyond devastated to learn the news about Chadwick Boseman.

-M

Olivia leans against the back-porch railing, watching as Fitz bids the rest of the helping hands goodbye. Fairy lights brighten the backyard as night settles. Prom is winding somewhat down, and she can't believe it even happened to begin with. When Frankie and Abby drug her out of bed that morning, she'd known they were up to something, but she'd never expected this. Fitz finishes his goodbyes and walks up the pathway, across the medium sized backyard, towards her. His hands are behind his back and there's a goofy, crooked smile on his face.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Olivia asks as he comes to a halt in front of her.

"I'm thinking I got pretty lucky. Not only did I get to spend the day with the most beautiful girl in the world, but…" he pulls a studded, yet elegant silver crown out from behind his back and sets it on top of her head, "the prom queen, too."

"Oh!" she squeals, reaching up to touch it. She can't help the tears that spring to her eyes. She'd been downplaying for years her disappointment in not attending prom. Assuring anyone and everyone that she was fine staying in to nurse a sick kid. And now…

"I'm speechless. I can't believe you did all of this for me."

"Why not? You deserve it all. You're amazing mother, woman, future attorney…" he commended.

Olivia wiped at her eyes. "So, what's next, Mr. Gra—" Her feet are swept out from underneath her before she even has a chance to finish speaking. Her dress billows in the listless night wind and her hands instinctively wrap around his neck. Fitz moves towards his back door. She giggles. "Fitz, I can walk."

"Not after I'm done with you," he promises, kissing her hard. If she had any resolve, it'd be gone.

She returns his kiss, letting her tongue find his. He tastes like mint, champagne, and something that is uniquely him. She knows she has to come up for air soon, but that thought falls by the wayside as the need for him builds. If he isn't careful, she's prime to slip from his arms and turn into an animal in heat. Moisture pools between her legs and she needs him. Everywhere. On her. In her.

Once inside, Fitz slides the back door closed with his heel. Olivia listens as he moves them through the house but makes no move to part their lips. Only briefly parting to bite down on his bottom lip.

"Fuck, Livvie," Fitz hisses.

Olivia pulls back, eyes filling with concern. "Am I hurting you?" she asks. "I'm sorry. I didn't –"

"Quite the opposite, actually. If I didn't have a plan for how I wanted tonight to go,
I'd have you right here in this hallway."

Her eyes widen and she reaches forward, drawing his bottom lip between her teeth again. Fitz chuckles and picks up pace. He nearly runs the rest of the way to his bedroom.

"I don't want to set you down, but I have to," he tells her.

"If it leads you to taking off my clothes, I don't care." Her fingers move to tug on the bowtie around his neck. He looks so debonair in his black and white best.

"No, not yet." Fitz's fingers stop hers.

"Fit—" Confusion furrows her brows, but an index finger pressed against her lips halts her words.

"I'm going to put you down. There is a box in the bathroom with a lavender bow on it. Abby packed it for you."

Immediately Olivia's eyes go wide. She can only imagine what Abby's packed for her.

"That part, I had nothing to do with. Abby can be very persuasive when she wants to be."

"More like a pain in the ass. Knowing her, she has dental floss and pasties for me."

Once more, he chuckles. "That'd be an interesting look. Can't say I'd mind."

"Well, if you won't mind, then let's get straight to bed." She reaches for his mouth once again, but Fitz pulls back.

"Patience, baby. Go." He sets her down.

Olivia offers him up a frown, brown eyes big and sad.

"Don't look at me that way. Go…" He spins her in place and points her towards the bathroom door.

She turns back around, ready to protest, but Fitz's lips on her promptly quieted Olivia. Body responding upon its own volition, Olivia presses her clothed chest to his. Her fingers reach for his belt and for the thousandth time that night, he stops her. Again, he spins her in place, this time stopping her from turning around with a pat to the ass.

/

'Fuck him until you can't see straight.' Abby's scraggly penmanship and crude drawing smile up at Olivia as her eyes traverse the card taped to the box. At the thought of Fitz reading the card first, Olivia cringes. Leave it to Abby to turn a beautiful night into an X-rated drawing. She sets the card on the counter and then unravels the lavender bow from the box. Too much tissue paper stares back at her as she starts to peel back layer after layer of tissue paper. Slowly Olivia begins to pull out item after item. Each item more scandalous than the last.

Condoms, lubricant, edible underwear, and handcuffs. She nearly face-plants into the box; concern replaces embarrassment. Olivia wonders if her friend even knows her at all. Heat buds in her cheek and she looks up, catching her gaze in the mirror. The heat styled curls on her head are somewhat disheveled, but the nude color lipstick is smudged on her top and bottom lip. She looks absurd and promptly laughs.

It hits her then, her nerves. She hasn't had sex in four years. The last guy she'd slept with had been at the only house party she's ever attended. It'd been a favor to Abby and a lie to her parents. A lie that would eventually further complicate her relationship with her parents. Curtis Price had been good looking – clean shaven. Sweet, but slightly unrefined. They'd met at the punch table and Olivia still doesn't understand the attraction. Whatever it was, after a couple sips of loaded punch, he'd asked her out. They'd managed a handful of dates – mostly in between classes – before they'd slept together. It hadn't been anything to write home about, but it'd done the job. Once Curtis learned about Frankie, he'd disappeared into the wind.

Since, Olivia hadn't dated – hadn't found a reason to do so. To be honest, sex intimidated her up to a certain point. Not only had she'd gotten pregnant her first time out of the gate, but it'd been by someone who used her. Olivia eyes wander back to the mirror before catching sight of something else hidden in the tissue paper. She pulls out a sheer, white lace robe and underneath finds a matching lace and bra panty set. There's a note attached underneath.

'I hope you enjoyed my joke (though lubricant should always be on hand). Seriously, Pope, go live your best life! No nerves necessary. That man is falling for you!'

Olivia smiles at the sentiment, the apples of her cheeks high. She takes a deep breath. "Okay, Livvie, you're a bad goddess bitch. You got this. And You've got him."

/

Nearly twenty-five minutes - and several reassurances to Fitz that she was okay - later, Olivia emerges from the bathroom to candles lining Fitz's bedroom. She almost feels naked as she tugs on the hem of the silk robe. The peekaboo lace bra barely covers her nipples, the thong sits high on her hips, and the robe hovers high on her thighs. Sure, she'd had her pants down and bra up just a week and a half ago. "Fitz?" Olivia calls.

When he comes into view, shirtless in his boxers, Olivia can't help but draw her bottom lip in her mouth.

"Fuck. I am a lucky man," he says. The lust in his eyes is more than apparent. It sends shivers down Olivia's spine. "Tonight, you're all mine."