A/N: I hope you enjoy this. Also please be aware of the end. It's light...and then it isn't.

For the person who asked, Curtis is not Frankie's dad. He was just someone Olivia slept with.

Everything except for the end is dedicated to Melanie for always being so supportive and kind.

"Hi." His heartbeat builds to a progressive rhythm. His eyes can't stop washing over her. From the shy way she stands – hands clasped in front of her, robe tied at the waist – to the soft smile on her face, Olivia is all he sees. The candlelight bathes her in warm oranges. She's glowing. When he'd set about to make this all happen nearly two weeks ago, he didn't think it'd end here. It had always been a possibility in his head – one he prepped for – but not one he neither demanded nor expected; only hoped.

"Hi," she answers back, taking a loose curl behind her ear. "I didn't mean to take so long; I sort of lost track of time."

"You don't have to apologize to me. I want you to know, I don't expect this, Livvie. At all. If you don't want to do this, let me know. We can –" He's so lost in explaining to her that she doesn't have to sleep with him that he misses her crossing the bedroom until she's standing in front of him. She slides into his arms and gazes up at him, big brown eyes on display.

"I know you don't expect this from me, which is why I know I'm with the right man tonight."

"Tonight?" He chuckles. "Where are you going to be tomorrow night?" She smiles wide, the apples of her cheeks high. Fitz can't help but to bend down and kiss her plump lips. He's surprised to find that she tastes like mint.

"I've got a dinner date with my other boyfriend. We're going to Aruba." Her lips curl upward in something between a giggle and a grin.

"Really? Bet he never took you to Prom."

"No but he offered to feel me up in the backseat."

"I knew I should've rented a limo," Fitz jokes. He starts to sway them in place, though no music plays. His arms wrap around her waist. For a small moment, they just stand, smiling at one another, the only sounds to fill the room are their breathing. Olivia's the first to break.

"I don't have much experience in this department, Fitz. I just want you to know that. I can count on one hand how many men I've been with. I'm sorry if this turns out to be a disappointment."

He takes her left hand in his right and spins her out. Her hands are sweaty, he can feel them shaking slightly. Her nerves are more than evident. And Fitz knows it's his job to put her at ease tonight. "The only way you could disappointment is by walking away from me and never looking back. I'm not worried about anything else. It doesn't matter. Whatever you need from me tonight, tell me. I'm not a high school boy trying to get off, Livvie. I'm a grown man who knows that there is no greater carnal pleasure than pleasing his woman."

"How'd I get so lucky with you?" Olivia asks. She lets go of his hands and walks over to his bed. A smile crosses her lips as she inspects the room. "No rose petals?"

"You told me a couple of weeks back that you hated when people plucked flowers to watch them die in vases. You like wild flowers."

"You were listening."

"Why wouldn't I listen to you?" He asks as she turns around, back to him. His eyes can't help but to wash over her frame from this new view. Her shapely legs and high bum obscured from full view by the silk robe.

Olivia shrugs her shoulders at his question. Fitz takes several steps forward, ready to slide his arms around her once more, but stops short as the robe slides down her shoulders.

The robe slides down her shoulders, reveal fresh skin for the candlelight to touch. His fingers itch at his sides. He tries his best stifle a moan once the robe hits the floor, revealing a thong in its wake. Hopefully her set hadn't been expensive. And if it had been, he'd replace it later. Right now, he's determined to have it in pieces on the floor.

"I want you to know, Fitz—"

Unable to withhold himself any longer, Fitz closes the distance between their bodies. He stands over her shoulder, his palms coming to rest at her hips. He hasn't been this close, this intimate with another woman since his six-month girlfriend, who'd broken up with him after he'd shown no signs of wanting to settle. Now, the more time he spends with Olivia, the more he thinks settling again isn't a bad idea.

"I'm going to make love to you all night," he whispers against the shell of her right ear. His fingers skim up her sides and he feels her shudder under his touch.

"Take me, Fitz. Make me yours."

He needs no more invitation than that. Once more, he scoops her into his arms, sets her on the bed. His goal is to overwhelm her every nerve before giving into his own desires. She isn't as experienced as he is, but they've got time to work their way into bliss together. Jerry won't be back until Monday afternoon and Abby has the girls until tomorrow.

Olivia's legs part and he settles himself between her. His mouth roams, moving from her neck to her clavicle, running his teeth across her warm skin. Her hands find his hair, threading his fingers through the golden strands. Beneath him, he feels as she pulls him closer, her thighs trying to close around him, but only in due time. He hears her breath hitch as his mouth slides down, tracing the expanse of her chest before teasing her breasts through the lace. Her nipples harden, she lets out a low moan and he smiles at the feel of her nails grazing his scalp.

"Shit…" she moans and he feels his dick twitch, hardening. Instinctively, he grounds his pelvis against her pubic bone. The friction is sweet bliss. Her legs tighten around him, one of her hands loosens in his hair, finding his left shoulder.

"Please…" Olivia begs and he grins, teasing her right nipple with his teeth before moving to the left. He pulls back far enough to drag her bra down her shoulders, anxious to taste her nipples without the lace. He catches sight of her face. Her brown eyes are large, lust filled and she's damn near vibrating beneath him. He hadn't expected her to be this sensitive to his touch. He returns to her breasts, biting and kneading the newly exposed flesh until she's crying out – crude words falling from the tip of her tongue.

"Fuck me…please. Fuck me," she begs, her back bucks upward and he lets go of her right nipple with a wet pop before trailing hot kisses up her chest. His mouth finds hers and he plunges his tongue into her mouth.

Olivia's hands move from his shoulders, down to his forearms as he sucks avidly on her bottom lip. She's trying her best to say something, but Fitz pays no mind, her muffled words music to his ears. He rocks into her, once – twice – three times as she cries into his mouth. His left-hand slips between what little space exists between them, over her mound to find the lace soaking wet, a sensation that threatens to overwhelm him. He starts with one finger, slipping it between her folds, and then another. She gasps into kiss; her teeth sink into his tongue. He takes that as a sign to keep going as he strokes her. His thumb runs over her clit. She pants and claws at his shoulders as he breaks away from her mouth. She looks love drunk beneath him and he takes it as an opportunity to further tease her. He slides down her body until his face is position between her thighs. She looks down at him, her eyes hooded with lust, and nods. His fingers slip out from beneath the lace and in seconds he drags her underwear down her thighs, tossing them to the floor.

Every nerve ending of his is on fire and he has to fight the urge to bury himself inside of her. His goal is to prolong his orgasm as long as possible to make sure she's thoroughly and full fucked. A grin spreads across his face as he hooks his arms beneath her thighs, pulling her down further.

"I need you, please, Fitz. Please," she begs. She claws at his hands that hold her thighs in a vice grip and he knows what she wants, but he's not ready to give it to her. Not yet.

"I started something the other night, and I plan to finish it," he grunts out before swiping his tongue across her clit. Her hips buck upward and she screams. He takes that as his cue to keep going. He buries his face between her thighs, lapping and sucking. Teeth gaze against clit and Olivia cries out once more. She tugs at his hands and he grabs her wrists, holding her hands still as he continues to plunder every part of her. She fights him, but only briefly before giving up. He slides his tongue into her opening twisting and sucking. Beneath him, he hears her breathing hitch. Her stomach quivers and before he knows it, her thighs clamp closed. She cries out, his name bouncing off the walls of his bedroom, as she comes on his tongue. He laps at the taste, the essence sweet on his lips.

When her thighs weaken, he comes up for air, grinning at the women beneath him who's trying her hardest to catch her breath.

"Fitz…" she breathes. "Fuck… that…"

He notices then that she seems out of breath, boneless. He considers her for a moment, his smile dampening slightly. "Do you need a minute? Do you want me to –"

She sits as much as possible, peeling away her bra before lying back once more. "No, I need you. I need you now," she moans, reaching for his shoulders. Her heels shove at his boxers and he raises up on his forearms letting her push them all the way off. They meet her drenched panties on the floor.

"What do you want, Livvie? My hands? My mouth?" he teases as his lips press into the crux of her neck.

"Inside me, now…" she manages.

Again, he raises up on his forearms, hovering above her. He reaches underneath the pillow her head is on. She watches, lips parted, and he fight the urge to suck her bottom lip into his mouth. Once his fingers find what their looking for, he sits all the way up and Olivia watches. There's slight confusion in her eyes.

"Condom…" he says, unable to stop the redness in his cheeks.

Her cheeks mirror his and she sits up, legs still parted. "Can I put it on you?" she asks, voice soft and light.

He looks up. "Really?"

"Is that a weird request?"

"No, just…cute."

Olivia laughs sheepishly, gaze pointed down. Almost as if she's embarrassed. He hands her the foil packet and watches as she opens it. "You're beautiful," she whispers.

It's Fitz's turn to drop his gaze, looking down sheepishly. "Once you touch me, Livvie, I don't know…I don't know if I'll be able to stop. I've never wanted someone like I want y—"

Her tiny hand closes around him and she unrolls the condom. It's like a fire's been lift beneath him now. His movements are quick, pained as he moves her back onto her back. He runs his sheathed cock over her wet center, gathering as much moisture as he can before he slides into her. Olivia's breath catches beneath him and he can feel her tense around him. Her nails dig into his shoulders. It's taking every muscle in him not to just pound her until he can't see straight.

"Relax, baby. Please. Just breathe."

She takes a deep breath, smiling up at him and nodding, before reaching for his mouth. He balances his weight on his elbows, waiting for her to adjust before moving. Slowly she relaxes. Her nails stop pinching his flesh and she drags her teeth over his bottom lip.

"Make love to me, Fitz," Olivia whispers, pulling away from his mouth.

He needs no more invitations as he pulls back, immediately missing her warmth, and then slides home once more until he's buried deep enough inside her to cry. Olivia gasps, her arms sliding underneath his, hands finding his shoulders as she holds on. He starts off slow, grinding his hips into hers. Long and languid thrusts leave her hips rising off the bed and her panting muffled beneath his mouth. Olivia's heels dig into the backs of his thighs and her cries grow louder. She's fluttering around him and he knows that he won't be able to keep this up much longer, but they have all night.

"Harder," she cries out as he pulls back, burying her face in the crook of her neck.

"I don't want to hurt you," his voice is thick, muffled by her flesh.

"You won't. Harder. Please. Harder," she demands. Her nails once again bite into his skin. He can feel her breaths jagged beneath him. Her stomach quivering.

His winning a losing battle with his own will. His elbows give out and his full weight lands on top of Olivia. She locks her ankles around his ass and any control he's had is gone. He cradles her head between his arms as he pounds into her relentlessly – hard and uncontrolled. His lust is far too strong to control and before he knows what's happening, he feels her coming around him. Her orgasm triggers his and he feels his ass lock up. His hips force her further into the bed, and her nails drag down his back. He comes, pin pricks of light exploding behind his eyes.

Minutes pass before he feels like he has enough strength to move. He moves to roll off of her, but a light kiss against the shell of his left ear causes him to pause. He lifts himself up, onto his elbows and glances down at her. She smiles up at him, brown eyes sparkling brightly.

"Hi…" she breathes.

"Hi," he responds, kissing the tip of her nose before shifting his weight onto his right elbow and reaching up to trace her bottom lip. "Are you okay?"
"Better than okay. I can't wait to do that again."

Fitz chuckles and kisses her soft on the lips. "God, I'm falling in love with you."

Olivia's lips part, she smiles, but a shrill ringing interrupts whatever words are about to fall from her mouth. Fitz groans as his home phone rings from the receiver on the side table next to the bed.

"You can't be serious," he growls. "Which ever kid did it this time, they're going up for adoption."

He peels himself away from Olivia and grabs the phone. "Someone better be dying," he nearly howls.

"Dad?" It's Karen.

"Hi, Kare, I thought we had an agreement tonight. I thought –"

"Dad, it's not for you. It's…" He hears shuffling over the phone before the sound of a voice he isn't too familiar with comes across the receiver.

"Grant?" Abby says.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but it's an emergency. Please put Olivia on the phone." Abby's tone is serious, almost terrifying. Immediately Fitz's mind goes to Frankie.

He looks over to Olivia to see she's sitting up, too, lips plump, hair disheveled. "Abby needs to speak to you."

The phone is out of his hands in seconds. "Abby, is Frankie okay?" Olivia asks, frantic. Fitz watches as relief washes over Olivia's face and he takes a much-needed breath. But seconds later, he watches as her eyes fill with tears. "I'll be there soon."

"Livvie, what's happening?" Fitz asks.

"My dad just had a heart attack. He's at George Washington. He has to have a double bypass…"