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Trying to figure out this life you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I, I'm with you
Avril- I'm with you
Until Next Time-
Muse
X
Her fingers ghost around her lips, she can still feel him on her. The slight taste of syrup etched on the crevices of his lips. She smiles coyly as she walks to her room overwhelmed by what she has just done. She kissed Fitz and not just a peck on the lips as family would do, no. Her lips connected to his out of instinct and she wanted him to know her, to feel the words she could never say aloud.
She replays that defining moment in the back of her head. Somehow their lips separated and she smiled at him and he smiled at her and without a word Olivia walked into the house knowing that if she stayed near him that she would no longer be in control of her actions or desire.
The contemplation and irretrievable void of what she has done and what she wishes to do consumes her. Her feet burn a hole through the floor as she walks back and forth, pacing in circles as she talks to herself about the ramifications of her actions.
Grabbing her phone from the nightstand, Olivia calls her best friend and closes confidant.
"Hey Liv."
"Hey" Olivia says with relief and slight apprehension.
"What's going on? I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon? Is everything okay? How's Daniel's family?" Abby began firing off several questions all aimed at Olivia.
"Everything is fine and it's not." Olivia walks over to sit on the window seat watching the object of her affection work on his truck.
"What's wrong? Where's Daniel?" There's a difference of tone in the way Olivia was speaking, she sounded like an exasperated and exhausted person who didn't seem like a woman on a vacation with her boyfriend's family.
Grabbing the nearest pillow, Olivia places it on her lap as a shield of some sort.
"He's at work."
"I thought you two were on vacation?"
"His dad wants him to help since he's home and I don't really mind."
"Why don't you mind?"
She looks at Fitz through the covered window filled with rain, even with space and distance between them it's still not enough for her. He's working in the garage with his wet clothes clinging to his body and it's only seeing him soaked that Olivia looks at herself and notices her own soaked clothes skinned to her body. Her body has been alive and humming that she never felt the iciness of her skin or the chattering of her teeth.
"Olivia?" Abby calls out "Why don't you mind?"
Fitz looks up from the hood of his truck to catch Olivia staring at him and he pauses momentarily stunned by Olivia's gaze directed solely on him. Unsure of how to proceed, Fitz smiles at Olivia warmly waving shyly at her and she smiles gently in return before turning her head away.
"Because I met someone."
"Olivia…"
"I met him before we came to visit Daniel's parents but this guy…I never exchanged names and numbers with him but I'm falling and quickly."
"How could you have met him?"
Olivia tightens Fitz's jacket around her body softly inhaling his cologne; is he worth losing her job possibly? Her reputation? Her morals and values? Is he worth the pain and heartache that she will endure if she moves towards him and away from Daniel? Will he want her?
"He's Daniel's brother." Olivia whispers out
Silence. That's all she hears on the other end of the phone. Pure Silence.
"Abby?"
"I'm sorry." Abby responds a minute later, not exactly sure how she can respond to such a statement like that.
She drifts away and looks at him. "Don't be."
"What's he like?"
"Who?"
"Daniel's brother?"
"Fitz." Olivia smiles through the phone "It's Daniel's half-brother actually but Fitz is …magic, and he's kind Abby…He's the sweetest man I have ever met…you know his mother died and his father didn't want him mourning her so he built her a rose garden in her honor with his own money, with his own time. He's good. I'm not sure about this family but he is."
"And what about Daniel?"
She squirms uncomfortably at the question. Often as a child Olivia would ignore uncomfortable situations by creating a barrier between her and others, she would activate her shield when in trouble, when alone, when scared and when her shield was activated no one could touch her. It's how she survived her mother's death, how she survived boarding school and the demise of her family as a child.
"I'm seeing Daniel in a different light then ways I never had before." It's the truth, was Daniel's generosity coming from the kindness of his heart or was he just unselfish with money and jewels as he had an abundance of them. Being around family and loved ones tend to make us regress and act childlike in nature, it's not uncommon for brothers to have competition between the two, but this rivalry stems deeper inside the Grant household.
"Do you not love him anymore?"
"I'm not throwing away a year relationship for a man who I'm infatuated with. It's not realistic."
"You seem to like him; does he like you?"
There he is. A ray of warmth envelopes her as she watches him work tirelessly on personal items that resonant within him. How he claimed her lips in a way that no one else has done before. Then Olivia remembers the intricate details that Fitz has disclosed to her. How he made sure to buy her lunch when they went shopping, how he defended her honor in front of a room of strangers, how he sheltered her from the storm by giving her his jacket so she may be warm and dry.
"He does."
"When do you leave?"
"In four days." Olivia says with as much conviction as she can muster. She's ready to return to New York and go about living once again in her world. The problem though is that her world and his world belong to two completely different spectrums. The idea that she may never see him again weighs heavily on her mind.
"Do you like him more than you should?"
"Yes." Olivia whispers out all while watching him sit in the driver sit and start up the truck. "I do like him."
For all their years of friendship, Abby can't recall ever hearing Olivia upset or worried about a man the way she seems to be worried about Fitz. Men have come and gone many times in the years that Abby and Olivia have been friends but no one was ever able to make Olivia settle down until she met Daniel, who equaled her ambition and drive, that is until she heard her best friend today.
"I think you should pursue whatever this is building between you and Fitz."
"Abby!" Olivia exclaimed shocked that her best friend is telling her to give in to her desires and wants.
"Hear me out. You obliviously like him Olivia, more than you want too. You are leaving in four days, why don't you see where this is going with him because once you leave you may never see him again and have this moment."
"Abby, Fitz is not a toy. And I'm not cheating on Daniel." She rolls her eyes at the words coming out of her mouth. Hypocrite.
"But what if you're not? Olivia, what if he wants you too? I'm not telling you to cheat but time's ticking and I doubt Daniel and Fitz will being having dinner together in the city soon as you just found out about him, so how do you expect to see him?"
"I don't."
"Okay. Then."
"Abby this won't end well for anyone, and I don't want to hurt anyone."
"Okay. It's just…You like this guy Liv, I hear it in your voice. You like him a lot and he clearly likes you too. Maybe it's fluke. Maybe it's boredom. Maybe it's lust, I don't know but you'll regret this."
"I have to go Abby, Daniel's calling." There was no one on the other line. Olivia couldn't simply bare to hear her deepest thoughts being spoken aloud.
What if she never sees Fitz again. There are only one million and six hundred and forty-five million people living in Manhattan. It took Olivia five years of living in Manhattan to finally see Fitz, how long will it take her next time to spot him in crowd, another five years or more?
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She inhales the scent of his jacket, with the faintness touch of rain on it. She opens the door conjoined to the house and the garage and finds him where she left him, his head inside the hood of the truck with tools and contraptions surrounding him, he doesn't hear her and for the first-time Olivia has the uninterrupted view of him. No pretense. No gimmicks, just him.
This is the moment.
She could let this moment slip away and watch him leave forever, it would be effortless. All she must do is turn around and close the door and pretend they never happened.
But she can't.
And she won't.
"Hi"
"Hi" He turns around to look at Olivia as he wipes his soaked forehead.
Fitz watches Olivia as she moves inside the garage and towards him. Her shoes hitting the cement floor beating in rhythm with his heart, under the bright fluorescent lights she radiates a halo created internally that he feels only he can see. Warmth surrounds him as he is frozen to this moment of sheer bliss.
She came back after all.
"I wasn't expecting to see you again, so soon."
She pulls back her loose strand of hair behind her ear as she moves to stand in front of Fitz. "Me too."
For one minute neither of them say a word opting instead to have their eyes say the sacred words that their lips could never say aloud. He inhales her scent, the bridge of his nose tickling the arch of her neck. Subconsciously, unknowingly her spine elongates for him, opening herself for him to see her in ways that no one else has and most likely ever will.
"Did you fix your truck?" Olivia whispers in his ear so faintly that Fitz finds himself torn to look in her eyes and further his demise.
"Yeah." Fitz said turning his head to look back at it. "Just a little tlc and that was all she needed."
"Your wet." Olivia touches his freezing blue button up shirt clinging to his icy skin. "and cold."
He holds Olivia's hand in place on his chest. "I didn't even notice."
"How is that possible?" internally he whines at the look of confusion on her face, how can she be so effortlessly adorable and sexy to him, he hasn't quite figured it out.
"I had something on my mind."
"What?" Olivia inches her head up
"I kept thinking about some beautiful figurate that kissed me on my lips."
"Who's lips kissed you? Were they mine?" Olivia's eyes rise to meet his gaze and she managed to make him stumble as he looked at the delicate details in the iris of her eyes, her rich coffee eyes reflect his own blue ones.
Gently he lifts his hand from hers and caresses her cheek, taking note of the softness of her honeycomb skin. The lushness of her skin tone and complexion a mixture between gold and russet, she is a wonderful blend of minerals and riches.
He outlines her lips with his thumb and watches as they part for him without opposition, faintly his thumb caresses her bottom lip taking note of the plumpness of her elusive feature wondering if they taste as sweet as last time. He looks down at her waiting for her objection that never comes.
And he kisses her, again and again until she's moaning on his lips that 'no one has ever kissed her like that.'
"Were they my lips?" Olivia asked once again after kissing Fitz.
"They were your lips." He confirms.
Looking down at their soaked bodies and the chattering of their teeth. Fitz holds Olivia's hand in his and walks her to his room without a word.
"Do we have time?" he whispers hopefully
There it goes, her heart beating irregularly at the thought of taking the next step with Fitz. Is she willing and ready to jeopardized her relationship with Daniel for a few days of bliss with Fitz? Her eyes begin tearing up and she struggles not to cry or to be guilt ridden.
She shakes her head affirmatively "No, we have time."
The delicacy of her voice is like an ethereal whisper to his soul, igniting his spirit in ways that he swore were dormant years ago. Yet here he was, walking through the storm with Olivia's hand in his as he navigates through the rain and wind, his arms are drowning to shelter her from the storm.
She's nervous. Her heart is palpating as she watches him make his large room, warm and inviting. He lights candles in the dark room creating an amber ray of light, she inhales the scented vanilla candles as the heater blows them in her direction.
Somehow she finds him standing in front of her in the same spot he left her.
"Hi"
"Hi" she smiles back
A comfortable silence envelopes the room. Two souls acknowledging the other's presence in the purest form.
"I won't have sex with you." Olivia blurts out causing Fitz's eyes to scrunch up in a way that made her regret opening her mouth in the first place.
"Well, that's good to know." Fitz moves closer to Olivia causing her to laugh at her own remark
"It's just…I like you." She gazes up at him and there she can see his future so positively clear in the iris of eyes.
"I like you too, I like you very much, too much actually." He moves closer into Olivia's space and she doesn't stumble but remains firm at attention. "Nothing has to happen, if you don't want it too. I respect that. I admire it."
"Your freezing." Fitz notes holding her cold hands in his warm ones.
"Come here" Fitz moves Olivia to his closet. It's smaller than she thought. A few shirts are hung, the suit Helen bought him and the one he bought with Olivia remain in impeccable condition as they hang in his closet. The more Olivia looks inside the more surprised she becomes. Inside the closet holds his sweatpants, his robe and his favorite box of memorabilia from his childhood, his secret folder of drawings and poetry.
"Would you like to take a shower first?"
"No" Olivia whispers out "you go first"
"You can wear whatever you like, I'm going to hop in the shower quick and afterwards I'll dry your clothes for you."
"I'll be back before you know it."
But she does notice it. A cold gust of wind hit Olivia as she felt him walk away into the bathroom. She occupies her time looking through his closet but refusing to open his personal belongings though she wants to desperately, but nothing can take her mind off him in the shower, does Fitz know that she saw him already coming undone at the thought of her, that she too found herself withering in despair and anguish at having to ignore her feelings to protect someone's else.
She closes her eyes, counting to ten in hopes she can tune out the rhythmic water system hitting Fitz's bare flesh. Her arms envelope herself as she struggles to stay warm but it only makes her colder.
He emerges from the shower. With wet hair attempting to control his curls but even that is futile. He's wearing grey sweatpants and a plain white shirt. Olivia swears she has never been more tempted than she is right now to walk over to him and make love to him until he is withering beneath her magical thighs.
"Hi" he moves towards Olivia and on instinct Olivia moves back.
"Hi" she pulls her soaked loose strand behind her ear.
"Did I keep you waiting?"
"Yes" and she honestly was waiting for him with baited breath.
"Sorry about that. See anything you want to wear?"
"Yeah. I do." Grabbing what she wanted she walked ahead of Fitz to the bathroom.
Fitz occupies his time by making coffee, cleaning up the few items that needed to be straighten up; Anything honestly to stop him from walking into the bathroom and seeing Olivia. What game where he and Olivia playing? Was he the cat or the mouse?
He knocks on the door.
"Olivia?"
"Yes."
"Would you like for me to place your clothes in the drier?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay. I'll wait until you finished."
"No. you can come in. it's fine."
His hands become sweaty, his heart began palpating at the thought of what he will see when he opens the door. Will she be naked? Will he have the willpower to ignore his desires to protect hers? The anticipation is relentless as pauses at the door.
There she was, wearing his gray robe and what appears to be his plaid boxers underneath. She pulled her hair wet curls into a loose bun with a few strands framing her face. The bright lights of the bathroom are making her glow as though she has this ray of light beaming over her like a crown and Fitz believes she honestly does have one.
"You see something you like?"
And he coughs nervously at being caught red handed gawking at her like a teenage boy, and he does feel like a boy again. Only the feelings are deeper and stronger than any teenage dream.
"I do…you look…well. Let's just say I'm at a loss for words."
Olivia giggles proud that she rendered him speechless. Yes, it was wrong of her to tell Fitz to walk in the bathroom but there's something about the look on his face when he first sees her that makes her feel as though she is the most sacred and precious thing he has ever seen.
"Your shirts in the closet seemed really nice and I just figured I'll put mine back on when they dry."
"Oh, you don't have to explain yourself to me. You look much better in my robe than I do. I'm just happy to see you wearing them."
Olivia's eyebrows arch at his remark causing Fitz for the first time to stutter.
"I…I…You wearing my clothes are definitely a gift I don't deserve, but am honored to see."
Olivia giggles tightening the knot on her robe as she follows Fitz into the laundry room with her clothes in his hands.
"Fitz, I can put my clothes in the drier." She moves next to Fitz smiling at his nervous disposition.
"No… you sit down. I got this."
"Fitz…"
"Sit down over there, Olivia." Fitz demands and Olivia does as she told. She knows something's bothering Fitz but she can't put two and two together what's eating him up now. The robe was intentional and guilty she wanted to see his reaction but he's nervous around her, something he's never been with her.
When the door shut closed, and Olivia was gone, Fitz let out a sigh of relief. He shakes his head in disbelief at almost getting caught by Olivia. he rubs his wet hair back as he recalls the way Olivia looked in the bathroom with the steam touching her skin so gently that he wanted to wipe the slight mist away, she must know what he's doing her.
Fitz looks down at the large tent in his sweatpants- she must know. The last thing Fitz wants is for Olivia to think of him as some weird creep trying to take advantage of her, but with the way she's dressed and the kiss they already shared, Fitz can't help but think about untying the robe and seeing the outline of her breast- is her skin as soft as velvet, will she wither under his touch.
"Fitz?"
He jumps.
"I'm okay." He turns to the closed door.
"Come on, I'm starting to get worried about you." Olivia honestly was, she never seen Fitz nervous or jittering around her even when she's teasing him or vice versa- normally she's the one feeling uncomfortable about his proximity not the other way around.
Five minutes and a somewhat deflected erection, Fitz emerges from the laundry room with a skittish smile.
"Sorry about that." He walks over to the kitchen. Grabbing the pot of coffee and two mugs.
"Fitz, am I making you uncomfortable? Would you like for me to leave?"
"What?" Fitz asked turning to look at Olivia from across the marble island.
"You seem uncomfortable with me and I don't want-"
"Hey." Fitz reaches for Olivia's hand stopping her mid-sentence "you are not making me uncomfortable. Let's just say- I'm a little too comfortable." Fitz nods his head downward for Olivia to get his picture and without a second her head drops and Olivia can see his still impressive erection. She giggles with joy and Fitz does too and suddenly the room fills with laughter at Fitz's expense.
"I'm sorry." Olivia giggles as she fixes her coffee watching Fitz dramatically as he sits down on the stool next to Olivia.
"So that's how you take your coffee." Fitz acknowledges watching Olivia use two tablespoons of sugar with her creamer.
"Yeah." Olivia looks up at Fitz with her cup to her lips "I prefer tea but I like coffee sometimes and when I do- it has to be sweet."
"Sweet coffee?"
"The sweeter the better" Olivia says as she takes a long sip of her coffee.
"I see."
"And you?"
"Strong and black" Fitz says lifting his mug up.
"Oh. Just how you like your women." Instantly Olivia regrets putting her foot in her mouth.
"Exactly how I like my women." Fitz says never missing a beat as he takes a quick sip of his coffee.
"Are you sure you want to sit by me?" Olivia asked with a hint of mischief in her voice
He looks Olivia up and down before turning his body away from her "only place to sit." He murmurs causing Olivia to giggle and rub his back playfully.
"It's not that bad." Olivia downplays trying to make Fitz feel better.
"You haven't seen him at maximum strength."
"Let me see." Olivia pushes Fitz's arm back so he would face her.
"You sure?" Fitz asked seriously
"How bad can it be?
"You don't know, what you're asking for."
Olivia rolled her eyes coolly though inside her heart was beating at an outstanding rate and she swears Fitz could hear it. She knows looking and toying with Fitz will only lead to further complications but perhaps Abby was right in her assessment. Maybe she should see this thing out and be with Fitz without worries or complications, just if he's okay with her.
"I do." Olivia looks Fitz in the eyes and the lightness of the mood turns darker as Fitz rises to stand from his stool in front of Olivia.
Without a word Fitz removes his shirt throwing it on the floor. Wearing only his sweatpants, Olivia's mouth waters at the sight of a bare-chested Fitz.
Olivia's gaze caught his and stood transfixed. There was something magnetic about him, calling to her, pulling her towards him for reasons she could not identify. His face, passive as always, gave nothing of his feelings. But his eyes, they blazed with some unknown need as they travelled across her face. She feels alive in the most splendid way possible.
Olivia cannot help but have her eyes drawn to him; his broad shoulders, his arms bulging slightly with defined muscle. His torso narrowed to slim hips and corded legs. Never has Olivia found hair on a man's chest sexy but looking at Fitz and seeing the fine hairs on his sculpted body has her believing otherwise.
Olivia takes a much-needed breath as she stands and moves to stand directly in front of Fitz, as she delicately places her hand on his face; cradling his face in her hands.
Finally, they touch and Olivia feels the intrinsic warmth sweeping over, Fitz feels it too. He feels his chest contract at her wide eye stare, his breath ceases as she begins discovery the depths of his anatomy. The pull towards her is stronger than anything ever felt before. He stands before her absent will to resist her.
The first brush of her lips against his was gentle. But she wanted more, craved more of him. Olivia strains upwards, meeting him midway, her mouth angles towards his, her tongue slipping past her lips to play with his. Her skin catches fire at the feel of his lips soothing her cold flesh.
She pushes into him, her hands planted firmly on his neck to hold him in place.
Their lips wretch apart for a second as they take a much-needed breath. The space in between them becomes stifling; their bodies so close together that they could feel the radiating heat under their fingertips. In the cover of darkness, there lies light peeking through the cracks.
Her hands tremble at her own examination, she traces the childhood scars that brand his chest. There is a faded scar on the left side of his chest, a large old surgical incision on his abdomen; she outlines his abs and watches bumps beginning to spread across his body. She does not look in his eyes as her hands travel down his body but she is blissfully aware of the effect she is having on him. The tightening in his pants strain to be free, calmly she lifts her eyes to meet his warm stare, silently requesting for his acceptance on this invitation. Fitz stares at her for a moment, deciding whether he should continue, would she object but as he considers her eyes he finds no sign of objection or opposition to this route they have found themselves on.
Breathless, her eyes drop from his and notices the impeccably hard tent in his pants. With their flushed bodies touching, nervously and shakily her hand slid down his abdomen and over his pants touching his enlarged member curiously. Lifting her eyes to look at Fitz who remained frozen, gently Olivia's shakenly hand reaches inside Fitz's pants stopping before she touches him.
"Is this okay?" she whispers nervously afraid of crossing the line and taking an advantage of Fitz.
He nods his head before kissing Olivia and removing any fears she may have.
She can't bring herself to pull his pants down and look at his raw form, but she most certainly feels the strength and girth of him in her hands. Slowly and tenderly, Olivia strokes Fitz as she watches his lips part at the feel of her delicate hands touching him.
She grabs him gently, and he hisses out a breath, his whole body going tense, and she freezes, thinking she might have accidentally hurt him, but when she meets his eyes, it's not pain that's etched onto his face.
Olivia looks up, and encounters that intense dark gaze that pins her to the spot. His expression is focused, his eyes burning with something she can't quite describe but it leaves her dizzy and a little lightheaded, and suddenly, Olivia is all too aware of his warm and smooth skin under her fingers, his own unsteady breath ghosting over her face.
Throughout her exploration Fitz never moved or uttered a word, deciding instead to let Olivia do what she wishes to do.
"It's my turn." Fitz whispers on Olivia's lips as he felt himself coming undone as Olivia pumped him harder and faster with precum already leaking out, he can't do this with Olivia. not their first time. Not like this.
Olivia laughs nervously as she tucks her hair behind her ear, hiding her own embarrassment that she didn't want to stop. She glances up at him, eyes shiny, and then ducks her head down again.
"My turn." He speaks slowly, carefully.
Her stomach drops as butterflies begin to flutter in her gut at the sound his voice. His smooth baritone voice softly commanding her what will be, how the way words fall from his mouth down her spine, makes her feel warm all over.
"Okay" Olivia whispers out.
There's a heavy pause. She feels his gaze seeing her and through her, leaving her slightly vulnerable under his all-knowing stare.
Their eyes met and everything else faded to oblivion. His intense grey eyes hypnotize her, irrevocably drawing her progressively towards him as two magnets destined to adhere.
Her eyes rake across all of him; his tall, strong build, his gifted hands, his striking face, those grey eyes both wild and constrained and his untamable hair. He is as cosmic force of nature and she felt his force calling towards her.
His gaze travels down the length of her body, admiring the softness of her petite body, his breathes delay as words fail to escape his mouth; she is beautiful, her body strong and lean, her breasts firm and high. She has a tiny frame yet her hair shapes her face that gives her the womanly appearance of a goddess.
Although she possesses a visage of purity, she is positively, irretrievably a woman; A woman with soft skin, supple breast, and a voice of an angel, delicately cooing him to come closer to the light to feel her warm embrace.
They stare at each other for a long moment. Olivia dares to breath as Fitz fills the space between them.
Calmly. Carefully. Fitz's hand touches the collar of Olivia's robe, feeling the fabric as his finger falls with gravity. Her breath hitches at the feel of Fitz's hand ghosting around her flesh.
He swallows at the sight of caramel flesh peeping through the robe, his eyes fixed on her is now unwavering.
A shiver forms at the cold air hitting her chest. Her heart was beating in her throat as she watches Fitz admire her in ways that no one else has.
She closes her eyes, and it takes her a moment before she draws in a shuddering breath. "is this what it feels like? You haven't touched me yet and my skin is on fire." She hushes
"I'm touching you, just not with my hands." Fitz murmurs
Olivia lifts her head to gauge the sincerity of his words and suddenly she sees him and he sees her in a way that makes her feel like he's staring into her soul. Somehow he's makes her feel vulnerable and safe all at once.
"Touch me." She grabs his hand and places it gently on her chest "it's okay."
He licks his lips. "Olivia." There's a familiar warning in his utterance of her name, but there's more than that.
There's want.
His deep, ragged voice thrums through her whole body. She's fighting herself with any semblance of control she has left, because suddenly all she wants to do is run her hands down his body
He leans back a little so he can get a look at her, and he feels his chest tighten at what he sees – eyes open, jaw slack and lips perfectly parted.
His eyes never left hers as his lips moved in close, giving her every opportunity to change her mind, but she doesn't.
She kisses him.
She kisses him because his voice is soft, because his dark eyes seem to find the light in her naturally- because he makes her smile and feel at peace in a way she never thought was possible. she kisses him because the sun sparkles on his skin, even his sharp edges appear dull to her touch but mostly, Olivia kisses Fitz because she wants to kiss him. Because the thought of not kissing his lips again would be the biggest tragedy of her life thus far.
She can tell that he's caught off guard when she angles her head and sucks harder, frozen when she presses her lips against his, but then he relaxes into it. His lips full and soft as he kisses Olivia with such passion she's moaning and wilting under his spell. Her hand finds the back of his neck, curling into the ends of his damp hair. Fitz's hand touches the center of Olivia's sternum, gently his thumb circles the exposed flesh in a circular motion with such delicacy that the simple action has Olivia spellbound.
He could touch any part of her yet he continues to respect her body and mind in ways that leaves her spiraling and withering for his affection.
"It's okay, Fitz."
He takes a deep breath as his hand travels inside Olivia's robe.
He runs a thumb over her breast, watching with found amazement at them perking. Cupping her breasts; He squeezes them gently.
She becomes absent breath at the feel of his hands touching her breast.
His dark orbs radiated heat as he scanned her face, searching for something. If it was consent, she was going to give it to him, her moans and whimpers encourage him-pleases him.
He brushes his nose down the length of hers, his teeth grating along her jawline. She could hear him pant, breathing her in. Her knees almost buckled at the deep groan coming from his mouth, the breath she hadn't realized she was holding expelled in a passionate rush.
Their tongues touched and lust exploded inside of her when his arms encased her frame, effectively trapping her in his embrace. Olivia moans; her body a livewire of feeling. Everything feels intensified, sensitive and hot.
He lowers his pelvis from simply hovering over her to pressing against her core, and she sighs at the exchange, stretching her neck cat like. Fitz dips his head to her throat, sucking at her pulse, one of his hands careful on her breast, the other still wound up in her hair.
Olivia makes a sound, arching her back a little to rise as her robe becomes unrestrained as Fitz unties it without looking down. Olivia willingly opens her frame even more to him, and he courteously drops down completely on her, so that they're pressed up against each other.
Fitz groans at the pure bliss of his skin merging with Olivia's. Tears begin to burn in Olivia's eyes at their hearts and chest touching without barriers or restrictions. He groans, burying his face into the hollow of her throat. "Olivia." She feels too good wrapped around his body, better than he ever could have imagined.
"Fitz," she responds, bucking her hips and dragging his mouth back to hers. He lets himself get lost in her again, their kisses matching in time to the beat of their slow, winding thrusts against each other, the friction exasperatingly sweet. The contact is too much and yet not enough at all.
He's breathing hard, eyes half lidded, he doesn't seem capable of responding to her immense satisfaction.
"We have to stop." Fitz murmurs weakly as their lips part for a much-needed breath.
"Why?" Olivia whines her eyes so wide and innocent, Fitz almost kisses her again to remove the confusion on her lips.
"Because" he reaches for her hands looking at them interlocking with his "I can kiss you forever."
"And that's a bad thing?" Olivia ask innocently
"Yes, because I need to know the little details about you that make you who you are. Knowing you is far more important than making love to you."
And he did it again.
Somehow, Fitz has become even lovelier than what he was a few minutes ago.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything." He answers honestly
Tying her robe Olivia looks at Fitz and sees the glitter in his eyes and the hopefully look in his smile.
Walking to the couch across from them Olivia sits and Fitz soon follows.
After all, they do have time.