For some reason I seem to come back to this story on a yearly basis. Don't ask me why... Fingers crossed this doesn't continue to be the case. I would actually like to finish this story. Don't know if anyone is still around but if you are, yay and thank you for continuing on with me, it means a lot :) If memory serves, a couple reviews said yes to smut, so it is included. Which leads me to my next message...

SMUT WARNING

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Chapter 5: New Beginnings

Nine Months Later

Saturday, 8:00 AM

The fragrance of Peppermint and Jasmine intertwining together wafting through the air was what woke Fitz up every morning now. That combined with loud kettle whistling signaling that both teas were finished. The smell along with the sound was so strong but at the same time melodic.

While both scents were already great in their own right, it wasn't peppermint or jasmine that got him so excited and enticed to get out of bed every morning but what they signified instead.

The woman making the tea was the same one who had conjured up this new tradition of Fitz lying awake and taking in all that he was grateful for. The woman he thought he for sure had lost a long time ago, was now the same woman he would now be spending the rest of his life with. That thought reoccurred to Fitz every morning and he felt like the luckiest man because of it.

Olivia was busy in the kitchen when the grandfather clock over on her right struck eight o'clock; she was in that same position and spot every morning now. In what seemed to be a past life, Olivia would be up at five-thirty, sometimes only having gone to bed an hour or two before, working on a case.

This was her life no more and for that she was thankful. When she had made the transition to Vermont originally, at times she felt lazy and almost useless but as the days and weeks went by and she continued to settle in, she realized working herself to death didn't actually mean the quality of the work or more importantly the quality of herself was up to par or any better.

Now seven-fifteen felt like a happy medium. Time to sleep in and really enjoy all of her eight hours of blissful sleep but also get up at a productive time and not waste the morning especially when there was no work to be done. With this new time and newfound comfort, Olivia began to find new things to do and soothe herself to pass the time and really be able to take in all of what Vermont mornings had to offer and now a couple of months later, what he had to offer. She was finding things out she had either forgotten about or didn't know in the first place.

The yolk-yellow sun poured through the open crevices between the curtains and the window, as she finished pouring the teas in both of their designated cups. Jasmine for her, peppermint for him.

She stacked both cups on her favorite tray, along with two small spoons, a tiny glass jar of honey and finally a plate of baby scones, she had picked up from the local bakery just a half an hour earlier.

As soon as she had a good hold on the handles of the bone and brass tray, she made her way to their absolute favorite spot in the house. The sunroom's patio awaited her, the glass doors already ajar from when she went in earlier to set down his newspaper as well as her newest read.

'He should be up soon.' Olivia thought as she put everything in place.

It was the little things like this that made her happy. She had an hour to herself to reflect and just be, while he continued to sleep and then the rest of the day would be spent together ideally, of course with little breaks in between for some work things.

Just as she was about to turn back around to close the french doors, she was met with a hard chest followed by being enveloped in matching firm arms. She smiled as she breathed in his alluring scent. His sandalwood aroma surrounded her. She could never figure out how he smelled so good first thing in the morning.

"Always my favorite good morning." Olivia finally said as she loosened the embrace. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, as she wasn't quite yet ready to fully let go.

"I would ask how did you sleep, but I already know your same cheesy answer of 'always amazing with you in my arms' would follow." Olivia teased, finally breaking their hug.

Fitz chuckled lowly before responding,

"Oh, is that so? You think you've got me all figured out now huh? What I would have said, is only semi-decent considering you decided to have one of your vivid dreams that apparently involved kicking." He said, raising both of his eyebrows.

Olivia giggled a bit, all while giving him a slight pout.

"I didn't hurt you, did I? I can never even remember what those weird dreams are about once I wake up."

Fitz sighed dramatically while rising and dropping his shoulders for effect.

"I guess I'll be okay. You did kick me in a sensitive spot though." Fitz revealed pointedly.

"What do you mean? Where?" As soon as the question left Olivia's lips, she regretted it. She fell right into his trap and he would be so smug about it. She knew exactly where this was going.

"Oh, I did not!" She said soon after, laughing out. She looked back up at him, seeing that his dramatic look had quickly disappeared into something a lot more suggestive.

Before she could say another word, in flash, she could again feel his hot breath right above her and his body pinned up against hers. Fitz's fingers lightly touched the nape of her neck, and the hair she had flowing freely was slowly swept to one side, giving her the chills.

First, turning her around, he then began to delicately kiss the exposed skin. His hands went from the sides of her arms, where he had previously grabbed when turning her, to trickling all the way down to her waist. He grabbed her by the sides gently yet firmly, then paused there, to focus where he was planting his tiny kisses. Olivia feeling as safe as she always does when in his arms, closed her eyes and let out a content sigh.

As time went on, the small pecks became a bit sloppier and more passionate. With the sexual tension, past mounting and reaching its peak, her heart began to beat out of her chest. Olivia took deep breaths in hopes to quiet the pounding. She wanted to enjoy the moment desperately, as his lips felt like utter magic running up and down her skin but she wasn't sure how much longer she could take it without touching him.

Just as she was beginning to settle down, Fitz moved down to her shoulders, using his hands to once again keep her steady. He then set out toward the skin near her ear, but didn't quite make it that far. Olivia estimating his next move, tilted her head to the side, hoping to give better access. Instead she was met with a small nip to the ear playfully reprimanding her for moving without permission. Ignoring that small warning and just not being able to take it any longer, she wiggled loose from his hold and twisted around, quickly meeting his dark blue eyes before pouncing.

Fitz, knowing her all too well, anticipated this and grabbed a hold of her legs when they made it securely around his waist. No matter how many times they shared these intimate, lust filled moments, he was always slightly surprised and very impressed by her dismount. She always jumped and landed on the perfect spot, hitting his hips without his help. He quickly shook the thought out of his head though and walked backwards finding the luxury sectional to lay them back down on. The same sectional they recently had to order, after their last a lot less study couch collapsed while they were doing the very same activity.

Leaning back with Olivia still in arms, Fitz began to lift her cotton v-neck lounge shirt, grasping her chest confined in a very lacy bra underneath. Olivia, while continuing to move her lips with his, began patting around below her, trying to find his belt to loosen it. Both of them simultaneously doing these tasks, got a bit tangled up with one another, but eventually made it work.

Before they knew it, most of their articles of clothing had been discarded on the ground, all but Liv's panties which were at this point hanging very low on her hips but not budging about multiple attempts. With their bodies knitted together and the kissing not nearing an end, Fitz grew frustrated with the small but stubborn material refusing to unstick from her curves. For some reason, neither of them could focus on keeping their rhythm going while trying to figure out why her underwear wouldn't slide down. The small slither of patience that was left finally ran out. Fitz, moving his hands from Liv's warm body, took the fabric and tore it briskly and without regret. Olivia heard the ripping sound but didn't realize what had happened, until a cold breeze tickled her private area.

"Hey… those… were one… of… my… favorite pairs…" She breathed out in between rapid kisses.

"Mhmm… they're… sexy… I'll get… you… a new… pair." Fitz promised, while hoisting her up closer towards him.

"Hell… I'll buy you… a hundred… new…" Just as he was about to finish his thought, Olivia planted a final kiss on his lips before positioning and aligning herself in the perfect spot. She then winked and smirked as she lowered herself on his hard member.

Fitz immediately growled out loudly.

"Fuck!" He said taking a firm hold of her once again. His hands moving up and down, switching between her low waist, bouncing chest and all the areas in between. He made sure to try and keep his eyes open, so he could enjoy the precious view in front of him.

Both of them, breathing hard and deeply continued to moan and move together as one. Olivia leaned down, her body flush against his. Her head now tucked in between his shoulder blade and neck, she left kisses every so often.

Every time he hit her most sensitive spot, she mewed loudly, while her fingernails sunk into his skin, then scratching softly in between.

Fitz, feeling the pressure building, sharpened his thrusts. Wanting to be able to see her as they both finished, he softly lifted Olivia off of his chest, while continuing to hold on to hers. As she rose, he planted a smooth, supple kiss on each of her breasts. The two of them locked eyes, the utmost love and desire being evident within them.

Knowing she was close, Fitz gingerly stroked her cheek and whispered out,

"Are you ready?"

She nodded eagerly. Noting how internally grateful she was that he wasn't going to make her beg for it this time. Whenever they were feeling kinkier, it was a completely different ballgame.

Pulling her close and nipping her ear like he did earlier, he signaled for her to release.

"Cum." He said simply. Giving one last powerful thrust, Olivia began to come undone. She let out a raspy moan, semi losing her voice momentarily.

Fitz, on the other hand groaned hearing her at last let go. This was all he needed to finish for himself. Pleasuring her alone was enough to make him titillate. Making her plead and deny her for a little longer on the hand did things to him he couldn't even begin to describe. Alas that was for a different day. He cherished their gentle, sensual moments just as much, if not more at times.

As they both began to come down from their high, their breathing regulated a bit more. Olivia picked herself up and moved to snuggle closer to Fitz's body. She quietly breathed in his scent, over and over again, while smiling into his chest. His warm arms enveloped her, while his large fingers traced nothings and random drawings onto her back.

After a while they still continued to lay there in silence until Fitz shifted his body weight to lean up against the couch sectional's arm. Liv moved with him, adjusting herself. Before she could lay back down, Fitz used his free hand that wasn't underneath her to lift her chin, getting her to look at him. He stared into her eyes and gave her a loving smile.

His big hand grabbed her much smaller one and placed the open palm on his heart, then held it there. His eyes exuded the highest amount of love, protection and respect. She returned the smile, all those feelings that were radiating off of him, she was basking in. Letting go of her hand, Fitz then ran his fingers through her hair and gently guided her face closer to his, eventually bringing her back to her original position, resting her head on his chest. Every time these moments take place, Olivia finds herself never wanting to let go.

A/N

I hope this chapter was a good one. I wrote and deleted it so many times, I'm not actually sure if I like it but I am glad its up! Please leave suggestions and thoughts in your reviews! I do have a general outline for what I'll include going forward but I love ideas from readers. Please feel free to PM any questions or comments too. I'm constantly checking my inbox. This will most likely be a 10 chapter fic but with other ideas it may be longer. Until next time! Xx.