I hope you all enjoyed the holiday with loved ones.
Song choice: Wise Enough-Lamb
I had a dream that all of time was running dry
And life was like a comet falling from the sky
I woke so frightened in the dawning, oh, so clear
How precious is the time we have here
Are we not wise enough to give all we are
Surely we're bright enough to outshine the stars
Wise Enough
X
She got what she wanted, or so she thought. Fitz had went on as though nothing ever happened between them and in many ways nothing did. Olivia was not sure whether she was relieved or disappointed by this sudden departure of familiarity. Her moral oath is unfaithfully still intact yet there was still an emptiness inside her like an abyss. The door of self recognition opened and glared it's ugly imperfections on her. She stands in front of the mirror, gathering inner strength to put on her brave face. Selfishlessly and unselfishly she has found herself torn between rooting for Sarah and Fitz and rooting for their demise. Certainly Fitz is deserving of all the happiness the world can contain and she wants that for him, it's why she has made the effort to not wallow in sadness but embrace them as a couple or possible extension of what could be the start of a new reality. Of course, Olivia was getting ahead of herself, the two just merely started seeing each other but then again they were childhood friends and from what Daniel has said, Sarah has always in fact had a crush on her childhood sweetheart, perhaps the time was never quite right until now.
"You ready to go?" Daniel hugs Olivia from behind smilingly sweetly at her in the mirror.
"No" Olivia answers honestly causing Daniel to chuckle.
"Come on, Fitz and Sarah are waiting." he holds Olivia's hand in his as he leads the way for them downstairs were they unceremoniously interrupted an animated conversation between Fitz and Sarah.
Her stomach churns at their conjoined hands. The last thing she wanted to see was Fitz laughing, and Sarah playing with FItz's hand. The two were so besotted with one another that they didn't even notice Olivia and Daniel standing beside them.
Throughout the car ride all Olivia was thankful for was that she and Daniel were in the front seat and them in the backseat, she hears Sarah giggle and madly she reaches across the console to touch Daniels's arm, kissing him passionately at the stop light for Fitz and Sarah to see. Yes, it is juvenile to behave in such manner but that tends to happen with the rational person dealing with irrational feelings. If she had to hear Sarah and Fitz then they most certainly must bear witness to her and Daniel.
With each couple holding hands they laughed and chatted as they walked through The Museum Of Ice Cream, though Olivia loathed the company she did find herself having an amazing time going through the array of ice creams and sprinkles scattered throughout the museum. What was intended to be a museum for children actually was an enjoyment for everyone of all ages even Daniel found himself enjoying the decadents of ice creams.
Somehow she managed to escape the group and found herself swarmed with a room of pink and yellow bananas hanging from the ceiling, touching them curiously she inhales and smiles at the smell of them. Perplexed how the substance of the banana could appear plastic on outside yet soft and fruity on the inside.
"This is fun."
A chill runs down her spine, a sudden breeze ghost around her neck as she feels him moving closer to her. she doesnt' turn around. She can't. If she turned around then he would see, that she is not handling this separation between them as profoundly as she wants to convey.
"It is." Olivia says quietly
She turns at the silence of the room, and she finds him standing behind of her.
"What?" Olivia whisper forcefully then she would have liked.
"Nothing." Fitz says softly walking away.
"Wait." Olivia grabs his hand and they both feel the intrinsic pull towards one another. His hand is heavy ,strong yet her hand fits perfectly inside his -soft warm, gentle.
She's missed him.
"Hi." she smiles at him praying silently that he looks at her the way he did yesterday.
"Hey" he smiles back but it's not the same, he's not the same. She lets go of his hand and walks away, she can't bare to watch him see her as ordinary. It would have been easier had he said nothing, but the resignation in his voice told Olivia all she needed to know.
He gave up.
After that moment, the museum suddenly became the ninth circle of hell. Nothing felt the same as it had before, what once was stolen moments now effectively became blank stares with no signs of recognition or remorsed it was as if hard drive was wiped clean leaving no signs of life or use.
She spoke when spoken to, laughed when on cued ,and even gave an understanding nod here and there spontaneously but the day had suddenly lagged on and worse she had to bare witness to the cause of her suddenly anguish.
She ruined him.
And he ruined her.
"What is Fitz like when I am not around?"
Olivia looks up at Sarah but did not hear the question "excuse me?"
"Fitz? What is he like when I am not around? Does he laugh or smile? Playful?"
Olivia turns her head slightly to the left and sees the boys in line to order their burgers the two seem to be getting along finally and with that Olivia finally smiles.
"I don't really know him." Liar
"Oh." Sarah says evidently disappointed by the answer
"Why do you ask?"
"Fitz, has always been reserved but he's even more quiet than usual. I sense this dettattachement from him and I was just curious if he had a girlfriend."
"Do you think he has a girlfriend?" Olivia looks closely at Sarah wanting her perception on the matter
"I don't know?" Sarah answers "It feels that way but he's here and he's with me and he said he's single and Fitz doesn't lie."
"How do you know he doesn't lie?"
"He's honest." Sarah shrugs simply "even when it would be easier to lie, he doesn't."
"How did you meet Fitz?"
Instantly like a child seeing candy, Sarah smiles happily at the memory "Fitz had just recently came to our school and he was very sad and lonely, nobody spoke to him and he spoke to nobody and fortunately nobody spoke to me as well. I was made fun of in elementary school- I had the thick glasses, braces and I was unbelievably shy so everyone avoided me, nobody even sat next to me on the school bus until Fitz."
Olivia looks up from the story and smiles at him as he talks with Daniel, a sense of pride rising in her chest as she listens to the story.
"He sat with me and I sat with him at lunch." Sarah giggles "we eventually began speaking and soon became best friends with our mothers being close; him and I found a companion in one another. But as we got older we of course grew apart, I became popular and Fitz became a bad boy with a bad reputation. He had girlfriends galore but they never stayed, he always grew bored with them and I just waited for the right time for us to be together. We got close once again but Fitz...well...he's Fitz."
Olivia stares at Sarah with a sense of puzzlement on that last remark but before she could say a word, the boys returned and the conversation quickly turned to a more neutral setting.
"Fitz, are you looking forward to going back to New York?" Sarah asked
"I am and I'm not. I enjoyed my stay here more than I thought I would and to leave suddenly kind of feels rather odd but I am ready to go home."
"Olivia and I had a great time together but this was just a break for us, we are going back to reality."
Just like that a cold glass of water is thrown on Olivia. This is it. There is no going back. Daniel is right, they are heading back to reality and this fantasy however short lived it may be is over before it ever began.
"Olivia, did you enjoy your stay?" Sarah asked turning to Olivia.
With all eyes on her, including the ones she had been trying to avoid, Olivia feels suddenly nervous about her answer and his intrigued stare.
"I'm not sure I enjoyed the stay here so much as I enjoyed the company. It's the people I met that made this special for me."
"Hopefully, I played a part in that." Daniel kisses Oliva's forehead gently.
Under the disguise of drinking Olivia looks at Fitz to gauge his reaction hoping he wasn't upset but she saw nothing. His passive face gave nothing about his true feelings, he seemed as aloof as before.
Indifferent to her.
"How was the play?" Daniel asked
Immediately Sarah's eyes glimmered as she held FItz's hand in hers as she gushed about their night. Her eyes fall on their conjoined hands and briefly Olivia felt her food begin to rise as she forced herself to swallow the remaining fries lodged in her throat.
"It was amazing! The seats. The music. The scenery. It was magical. Don't' you agree Fitz?" Sarah asked turning to Fitz.
"It was." Fitz agreed smilingly warmly at Sarah. "You and Helen had a great time together and it was wonderful being there with you both."
"You are so sweet." Sarah gushes as she affectionately touches Fitz's cheek.
"Did Helen have a good time?" Olivia asked effectively ending the moment.
"She did." Fitz answers simply.
Though no one was wise enough to noticed the stark tension between the two, Olivia most certainly felt it. There is no mistaking that Fitz was in a bad mood and has been in one since Olivia walked out the door. He understands her issue and he supposes that more than anything upsets him the most. He does understand ,despite his protest of ignorance, this game of cat and mouse is limited.
"Olivia, would you like to go to the office and see the main headquarters?" Daniel asked as they were driving home.
"Why?"
"Just figured since we are leaving soon we could stop by."
"I don't want to. I don't want people getting the wrong impression of us."
Daniel freezes at the comment, nearly putting the car in a complete stop.
"Excuse me?"
"It's your families company and I work for you. What if someone transferred to New York and saw us together?"
"So what if they did?"
Olivia bites her lip to stop herself from yelling. She closes her eyes and focuses on her breathing. "You still do not understand that I work for The Grant & Doyle firm which many people believe means that I work for you. My work and credibility will mean nothing because I got my position by sleeping with the boss."
"Yeah but that's not true."
"I know that." Olivia says coldly "but they don't and the last thing I want them to see is me using my color and gender to advance my career when I worked really hard for it. As a black women I have to work twice as hard for half of what you have."
"Says who?"
Olivia stares at Daniel bewildered "My father. Society. Everyone and it's the truth. I'm not jeopardizing my career to be belittled and demeaned."
Daniel doesn't say anything but Olivia knows she upset him and without a word she walks inside knowing he was going to the office anyways.
She fumbles in her room, slamming the door with such anger that even she was nervous. A promising day quickly evolved into a nightmare. How hard is it to understand her work as a woman is constantly being threatened?
She doesn't hear the knock on the door only Fitz's stoic face staring at her.
"You want to go on a ride?"
"Okay" Olivia turns to him slightly out of breath and more than embarrassed.
They ride in silence for what felt like a few minutes. Neither of them saying a word about what had transpired earlier or where Sarah currently was. Nestled between Fitz and his horse, Olivia felt a odd sense of peace despite the chaos currently ensuing around her.
The soft gallop of the horse and Fitz's sturdy arms wrapped around her steering him, comforts Olivia. Here stands an animal who is capable of being free and over ruling them yet he simply allows Fitz to guide him, trust him that he will lead them on the right direction. Maybe she should too.
"Shit" Fitz mumbles
"What's wrong?"
"The storm is coming." Fitz says pointing back. "I can smell the rain."
Olivia inhales heavily and nods in agreement, she can smell the rustic scent along with faint rumblings from the ground.
"We won't make it back."
"Where do we go from here?" Olivia asked
"I have a cabin, it's ways from here; hopefully I'll beat the storm but I doubt it." with the clicking of his teeth, his horse sets off.
They were late. The storm had caught them and with the chattering of their teeth. Fitz helps Olivia off as he goes to tie up his horse. Under the protection of the log cabin Olivia has deja vu, once again he was gone and he had left her all alone.
Olivia looks around the lone room. There was nothing there except for a fireplace, a few windows and a bed.
Fitz begins working on the fire as Olivia took off her jacket and stares uncomfortably . The room was dark but lit enough so that she could watch FItz work tirelessly.
"Can I help?" She moves beside him and to her detriment she saw him move away.
"No. I got it."
"What's your problem?"
"Nothing."
She stares at him incredulously, shocked by his attitude. Is this what Sarah meant ?
"If you want to be mad then be mad at yourself. You took me out here!" Olivia snaps
"Because I thought it would do you some good. Of course I try to be kind and I in return get used."
"I do not use you!" Olivia staggers clearly hurt.
"Whatever you say, Olivia." Fitz resigns himself
She stares at him clearly contemplating her next move. The storm outside was raging. The wind was howling. Heaven was crying and the earth was shaking.
Without a word she walks out of the cabin, preferring the storm outside versus the one inside. The temperature dropped and Olivia saw the condensation of her breath with every exchange from inhale to exhale. She can hear him yell out her name but it only causes her to walk faster. With Adrenaline pumping through her veins Olivia walks quicker with every crunch of leaves behind her, she knows he's behind her and she silently welcomes the chase.
"What the hell are you doing!" Fitz hisses grabbing Olivia's arm and forcing her to look at him.
"I'm getting the hell away from you!"
"You aren't going anywhere! It's storming out here. Grow up."
Olivia tugs her arm from Fitz's grasp and stares at him menacing.
"I would rather be out here then inside with you and your attitude."
"You don't have a choice. You are going inside."
"No" Olivia shakes her head definitely even with the bone chilling rain taking her breath away she refuses to back down to him.
"I am going to throw you over my shoulder if you do not start walking." He moves towards her, his once serene voice has now become colder, dark. His patience has been running thin with Olivia.
She stomps away her teeth chattering uncontrollably but she will be damned if she has to be stuck with Fitz and worse caught red handed with him.
When Olivia doesn't shows any signs of stopping, Fitz picks her up and ignores her shocked shout. He throws her over his shoulder and pretends not to notice her struggles to get down.
"Why did you bring me out here!" Olivia yells "where is your perfect girlfriend?"
Gently he sets Olivia on her feet, locking her between him and the door, they were now safe under the roof of the cabin.
"Where is Sarah, I'm sure you are dying to get back to her because you two are so perfect for each other!"
He stands absent emotion, only watching Olivia's outburst with mild intrigue.
"Get inside"
"No"
"Get. Inside." he presses himself closer towards her, close enough that Olivia can feel his warm breath tickle her face.
His eyes travelled over her, she felt the intrinsic heat of his stare from her face to the soles of her feet. She squirmed uncomfortably hating her body for betraying her.
She turns entering the cabin without a word. He soon follows after her, closing the door and walking back towards the fire.
"Where is Sarah?"
"Where is Daniel?" Fitz counters turning towards Olivia.
"He left and went to the office."
"Why did he do that?"
"I answered your question, now you answer mine."
"Sarah, is not here because I do not want her here."
"Why not, she clearly wants you."
"I'm not some despicable man who fucks everyone he sees Olivia."
"Really?" She counters saractically
He towers over her, staring at her coldly. On the outside she was strong, stoic but inside she was trembling.
"You want to play that game? You came to me! You seeked me out and used my feelings to make you feel better. You are not the victim! And maybe I should fuck Sarah, it would be nice to be someone's choice instead of someone's mistake!"
She swallowed, too angry at him, too angry at herself for her traitorous feelings.
They glared at each other across the small distance, the air crackling with tension and a sexual fervour so thick Olivia thought it would consume them. Her breath hitched, leaving her feeling as if she had run some distance.
"You shouldn't have brought me here." Olivia walks away towards the fire freshly lit.
She hears him mumble words behind, scattering of sorts eventually her curiosity won and she found herself turning around catching him removing his clothes.
"What are you doing?" Olivia turns to watch him, she would have been turned on had she not been angry with him.
"I am taking off my clothes." He throws his wet shirt next to his soaked jacket
"Why?"
"I had to look after you and now I'm drenched." Fitz pauses for a moment "You should take off your clothes as well." He says watching the puddle surround Olivia's feet.
"I'm not taking off my clothes in front of you." Olivia hisses shocked
"Fine. But if you don't you will catch a cold or worse pneumonia."
Her breath stuttered and her heart beat an erratic tattoo against her ribs. Olivia felt the blood rush to her head, leaving her feeling lightheaded and breathless. But she cared little about the function of breathing at that very moment.
There he was.
The object of her affection, standing in front of her with only his soaked boxers on.
Her breath hitches at the sight of him peering directly into her soul absent anger and jealousy.
His ashen eyes met her lingering gaze. Her gaze shifts slightly with uncertainty, though with ample space between them, the room somehow feels small. Captive by his eyes and rendered paralyzed by his gentle manner Olivia surrenders.
Unabashed his eyes travel down her body, but suddenly he stops and stares at Olivia's apprehensive face. He questions her silently before dropping his boxers to the floor.
An audible gasp escaped Olivia's lips, her pupils dilating, a sudden rush of warmth envelopes her and somehow Olivia saw that her teeth have stopped chattering. A blush rises to her cheeks as her eyes drop to his impressive member.
He allows her to look at him, and see him for all that he is and all that he possess.
The room becomes heavy as desire and yearning burns deeper than any touch of lightning. Her eyes are large and luminous and Fitz has come up with the notion that she has the power to pierce his soul.
She watches him climb into bed and the inherent moment is gone.
Olivia looks at him in bed seeing if he was watching her but he wasn't, his back was turned and whatever look she gave him didn't suffice.
Fitz feels the bed dip but he doesn't turn around. Whatever it is that Olivia is doing will have to come from her.
"Fitz?" Olivia calls from behind him
"Yes."
"Do you by chance have a shirt?"
Her voice is kind and gentle that Fitz couldn't be mad at her even if he wanted too.
The bed creaks as Fitz slides out and fortunately for Olivia she has the unfiltered view of Fitz and all his magnificence. He walks straight with his shoulders back and his head held high and his ass seems quite perfect to Olivia even in the dimly lit room.
He comes back with a shirt in his hand and sits on Olivia's side of the bed.
"Here you go, I forgot about this ole thing."
Taking it from Fitz, Olivia looks at the shirt, sliding up from the bed with the covers hiding her chest.
"What is it?" Olivia asked looking down at the shirt with the word navy written on it.
"That's my shirt."
"I didn't know you were in the navy?" carefully Olivia slid on the shirt.
"Yeah." Fitz said looking down at the shirt solemnly before returning to his side of the bed.
"Do you think anyone is at the house?"
"No. Helen was gone and said she would be home late and with the storm I'm sure they all will be home much later than they anticipated."
Olivia doesn't respond, was she happy by the news or sad, she couldn't tell.
She began trembling, the fire wasn't warming them as quickly as she had hoped and even with the blanket covering them Olivia was still freezing.
Fitz turns around and watches Olivia shake the bed with shivers, he feels bad for her.
"Are you cold?"
"Yes." Olivia's teeth begin to chatter "I'm sorry."
Without a word he moves closer in the bed his hand instinctively reaching out to touch her.
She was lying on her side, the blanket up to her neck, her arms draped across her stomach.
"Fitz?"
"Yes?"
"Will hold me...please?"
Without a second passing, he moves closer towards Olivia where he can smell her scent and that mixed with rain.
"Is this ok?"
Fitz asked reaching out to touch her with his arms wrap around her from behind. She felt a breath on her neck, lips traveling from her ear to her shoulder, as hands caressed her waist. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples taut as they pushed against the fabric of her clothes. She wanted those hands to move up her body to relieve the ache she felt. As a moan escaped her lips accidentally.
"Olivia?"
"Perfect. I'm perfect now." she presses Fitz's arm further into her chest, implicitly pushing him closer towards her.
She kisses the palm of his hand absentmindedly. "I missed you."
He was so wrapped up in the contours of her body that he didn't notice her back stiffen at the mention of her words or lips.
Olivia shrugged her shoulders to loosen his grip and Fitz finally realized that something else was bothering her.
"What's wrong?" Fitz asked watching Olivia walk away towards the fire.
"How long are you going to continue to punish me?" She turns and stares at him with tears in her eyes "In the past two days you have treated me like a stranger, you are indifferent, remote, I come to you and you ignore me. Am I no longer special? Have I bored you? Is Sarah your new preference? Do you not see me anymore?" she whispered softly before her voice turned cold " I would rather be outside freezing then force you to notice me." She storms to the door enraged.
The door is slammed shut from behind her as Fitz turns her around in the process, she finds herself caged with his arms on each side of her.
Olivia's eyes dilate at Fitz encroaching on her personal space.
The fire crackles loudly in the quiet room, the wind begins to howl. A chill comes down Olivia's spine at his warm breath on her neck, his bare chest connecting to her.
There's a break in the room's atmosphere, as if someone were holding a breath that was barely noticeable to begin with.
For a few seconds, Fitz just continued to stare, drinking in every subtle movement of Olivia's eyes, her eyes, discerning his thoughts .
"You think I don't see you?" He presses into her, his enlarged member poking Olivia's abdomen "That I don't feel you?" he hisses in pain. "I don't know what you want from me, everyday you find me and share with me pieces of you and the next you are sharing yourself with him." The bitter admission tugs her heart, and her mouth opens.
"You have no idea how impossible this situation is. I would never be able to come here again and you might as well forget celebrating holidays here with you. I could lose so much for being with you, not to mention I would be breaking a family apart, then you date your precious Sarah and wonder why I avoid you."
This was a feeling Olivia has been becoming all too accustomed to, and that was quite possibly only making her reaction worse. The fact that she was becoming used to feeling anything at all was irritating in itself. She had always understood that jealousy was a powerful motivator and she prided herself on not being jealous. Her boyfriends would get slightly upset with her indifference and one of them did cheat on her and even then she was not completely unraveled as she is right now with a man who is not her boyfriend.
"I have never asked whether you are fucking him."
"And I'm not." Olivia hisses
Unpleasant silence ensues. Tired eyes search each other as the darkening sky casts shadows on tense features.
In the amber lit fire his eyes shone like never before and that ache inside her grew almost unbearable.
Tears were overflowing from her eyes; she blinked them away but more came. Fitz hesitated for a moment, but then he took a risk. He lifted his hand and gently brushed away the tears that fell down her cheek, touching her with just his thumb, the tiniest of contacts had created a ripple effect.
"I want you, Olivia. If you'll still have me?"
A cosmic pull crashes them together. Two atoms adhering for this molecular compound that shall change the elements of their existence.
She raised a hand to his face and leaned in to kiss him only to watch him gaze at her.
He gave her time to object, but this time, Olivia knew what she wanted. She would surrender. The light between them can most certainly outshine any star.
Breathless, she pressed her lips to his. It was the only invitation he needed. Taking control, he took a deep breath
The first brush of their lips was gentle. But she wants more, craves more. She strains upwards, meeting him midway, her mouth angles towards his, her tongue slipping past his lips to play with his.
They kiss slowly – almost wonderingly – but with a raw and unadulterated sense of urgency, their rain-soaked lips gliding over one another hungrily. Olivia's right hand has a firm grip on the back of Fitz's neck, her fingers tangled in those wet curls, while her left hand is between Fitz's glorious shoulder blades.
His lips are masterful as they skimmed across hers, his tongue is skilled and delectably wicked as it strokes against hers. Her senses are heightened, she can taste him on her tongue as she sucks for more. The kiss stretched on forever and she lost all perception of time and space. Her hands grow restless as her palms brush across his stubble face, exploring the base of his rugged jawline and the soft skin behind the shell of his ear.
She fist her hands in Fitz's hair, and he pulls her backwards until her calves hit the soft mattress.
They fell back onto the bed. Fitz hovers above her savoring this moment with Olivia under the chalk white sheets of his bed. His gaze travels down the length of her body, admiring the softness of her petite body, his breath delays as words fail to escape his lips; letting his breaths come deep and rapid. Olivia steadied herself, her eyes bright as they both stared across at the other, the magnitude of events making them pause momentarily. But then, after only a second hesitation to sanctify the moment, she sits up and pulls her shirt off.
Despite the rush of air that came with the release of her shirt, her breath was ragged and quick. Fitz remained stoic until his fingers slowly moved up her arms. She closed her eyes and waited, the anticipation relentless. She was hot but her skin seemed to be cast with ice. She was cold yet burning up. He lowered his head to the warm, inviting crevice between her neck and her shoulder and his kisses were once again her life.
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 were the only token with merit to continue on this path of no return.
He brushes his nose down the length of hers, his teeth grating along her jawline. She could hear him pant, breathing her in. Gently, he took hold of her for another kiss and moved her so that she lay back upon his bed, and then he was slipping down her body, running his hands over all of her. She could feel each burning touch of him through her ignited flesh.
Fitz moved further down and her teeth bit unbidden into her bottom lip. He glanced up and met her gaze, and his eyes were ablaze as never before. He gave her another smile, slight but with more intent this time, and it made her belly jump. Her teeth were digging into her lip so hard she feared they would draw blood.
Fitz moved over her again and gazed down at her body with a look of such devotion that her heart sang.
She pulls him back to her mouth having already missed the touch of him.
For a moment he stilled, not, she sensed, due to doubt, but simply to heighten the palpable anticipation which hung around them, coiled and simmering.
Olivia waited, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Her thighs part slowly for him to see, he watches her lips open partially. Unable to withstand he traces her lips with his thumb and watches the whimper escape from her delicate mouth.
" Are your hands the only thing that will touch me?" She teases him with a sly smile.
He gives her a cheeky smile but he doesn't respond, he is far too concentrated on the task at hand.
The rooms quiets, even the wind ceases, Olivia felt the weight of his silent words rendering her speechless. The privilege to look inside his eyes and find warmth and acceptance, despite all of their brokenness they have somehow managed to find happiness in a hopeless place.
Their lips meet in a tender but rousing kiss, The moment did not last long however, their kisses now beyond modesty or anything tame or contained, she is thoroughly swept in the storm of passion.
She wraps her legs around his waist having positioned herself to straddle him.
Gently, he brings her into his arms, she whimpers at the touch of their flesh merging together. Chest to chest, skin to skin, heart to heart. SHe strokes his chest gently, paying gentle attention to the scar on his chest.
"I'm going to make love to you the way you deserve to be loved." she whispers in his ear, before their eyes lock and she descends.
She presses her palms into the muscles of his shoulders beckoning him to stay seated, as she raises her legs on the sides of his hip, her legs straddling over his thighs, feeling the thick heat of his cock pressed up against her, slicked and ready. Her eyes slip close in anticipation.
She can hear him though. His body is making a soft current as she lifts her hips and rubs herself against his hard cock.
She looks down at him in amazement, and unapologetically she touches him, fingers curled around his cock, and he makes a soft hum – a mixture of pleasure and pain. She looks at him as she strokes him,
bold and impenitent now, hoping to cajole away the darkness that keeps falling into his eyes. He bites his lip as he lifts his hips into her hand
"Watch me" Their faces are mere inches apart, his unsteady breath takes over her skin, the warm softness of her breath caressing him, and when she whispers softly, on his lips "watch me chose you."
He groans, low and deep, and brings his mouth up to hers. The kiss is raw, desperate, his lips moving over hers, wanting more, needing more.
She squeezes around him and then guides him to her entrance slowly, sinking down slowly onto him. She gasps out, quiet, holding still even as he shudders, waiting to adjust to the press of his cock inside of her. Her nails dig into his back as she eases his cock inside her slowly.
He does not look away from her as she pulls herself down on him, and she cannot either. It is intimate to watch yourself make love, to be so close that she can see the heavy sweep of his eyelashes and the lines of his face, but she does not want to look anywhere else. Unable to resist touching her she feels his hands on her hips, on her thighs, up along her back.
He hisses in pleasure as she makes note to engrave the moment so she may relish upon it as one of the highlights of her existence; she takes joy in removing pieces of his darkness; torturing him in the most sexual ways that she feels like a nymph under his stare. Her body flushes with desire at the power he gives her, the warmth of being whole.
Olivia braces herself against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest and heart, but also the soft hitch of his breath.
She looks at him, and it is not only pleasure she sees. Just the feel of him is enough to make her body shudder, the press of his cock inside of her, and she slips down over him until he bottoms out inside of her and she's pressed down to him, hands shaking and body stretched; already so close to coming that the sensation of penetration only pushes her closer. She arches a little, sighing out, both hands touching his chest now. He squeezes her hips to show her that he is enjoying himself.
She rides him progressively; his hands are fixed on her. Surprisingly he doesn't attempt to lead- to set a stride, to do anything; instead he gazes up at her, his lips slightly opened, staring at her, downing her in, how her hair falls over one shoulder, the gentle bounce of her breasts, the chamber of her stomach
as she curves and bends to take him in.
His eyes are dazed, the darkest grey she has ever seen, and He looks up at her- hypnotized and fully under her spell, touching her hips, as if she is salvation itself. He looks up at her as if he is both damned and blessed. He's drunk without ever tasting alcohol, he's flying and he hasn't even smoked, he's absorbed so much of her that he's on the brink of explosion. He kisses her again and again till she's making greedy noises in the back of her mouth, he grips her tight, as she rides him desperately gasping for air as her hair falls into her face as she ducks her head in crook of his neck.
Her nails dig into the skin of his back, scaring him so that all others will know that he belongs to her, the sensation traveling along her nerves, the sharp tug of desire in her belly drives her forward to the brink of insanity.
His name falls from swollen lips, whispered against the side of his face as he thrust harder into her. Her eyes slide shut, her teeth biting her lower lip. She freezes above him, hips firmly planted against him, clenching around his cock.
Olivia strokes the sweat forming on his forehead as she rides against him. He growls her name, blood pounding in his ears as he comes inside of her, as she continues to ride him making sure to milk him dry inside of her.
The silence between them was deafening but not in the way one would think; the silence is calming-soothing. He cannot feel anything but the soft hum of her breathing as she sleeps peacefully in his arms. He pushes back her dark curls that fallen over her right shoulder, soothingly he rubs her soft back as he lures her to deeper sleep.
"Hi' she whispers sleepily as she gazes up at his greys eyes. The minute she woken up from her pleasant slumber she was alarmed by the walls and the room but immediately felt his strong arms wrapped around her; showing her that her dreams have finally come into fruition.
"Hi" he whispers back smiling happily at her. For the first time, she saw him truly smile, without thought or worry; he is finally happy she concludes making her heart burst at the seams.
She too smiles happily at their entanglement, to finally be with him she grins at him enthusiastically.
"I am sorry, Olivia."
Her stomach drops "why?" she stutters out.
He rubs his hair back nervously as he keeps one arm locked around her. "I got far too excited and well...I came inside you without asking." Olivia moves her thighs together and feels the wet sticky mixture stuck between laughs far too loudly.
"Is it funny?" Fitz asked curiously shocked by Olivia's glee
"You are adorable." She climbs on his lap "If I did not want you inside me then you wouldn't have been inside me, but I thank you for your consideration."
"I am glad you are okay with it because to be honest I don't believe I would have been able to stop if I could. It has been some time for me."
Curiously Olivia looks Fitz up and down, he is postively gorgeous and no doubt a clear catch, no obvious flaws to collbarate with his cellibacy. "Why?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why haven't you had sex and for how long have you been without it?"
Embarrassed Fitz rubs the back of his neck sheepihsly annoyed with himself for opening his big mouth. "A year."
Olivia stares at him in disbelief.
"It's true." Fitz promises
"How?" Olivia asked peculiarly
"It's very simple, Olivia." Fitz jokes "I did not want to have sex with just anyone."
"But you did with me."
"You aren't just anyone."
Her heart began its usual erratic beat, but with only a heated gaze. The air and the temperature in there peaceful utopia has shifted, the energy that was once calm and serene turned electrifying and smoldering, her skin turns to ablaze as he gently rolls her on her back.
His lips trail down her cheek to suck gently at her neck, she moans softly and lifts her hips up to feel him.
"Does this mean you can go for another round?" Olivia giggles looking up at Fitz
"Well, you did snatch my soul; it seems only fair I do the same for you." Fitz answers
Palms now massaged her supple breasts, his head dipping every so often to suckle at the pebbled buds of her nipples. Olivia feels moisture dripping between her thighs, the feeling accompanied by the need to rub against him. "Touch me" she whimpers pleadingly feeling herself about to combust with want. Her eyes soak him in; His chest is hard, she traces the dark hairs aiming downward. Her hands went to his stomach and she can feel the muscles there contract under her touch.
Whatever thoughts she had left, fled at the feel of his impressive erection, she rubs him gently at first remembering how much he enjoyed it earlier, she watches him and how his lips part as he fights the groan desperately trying to escape she begins to rub him thoroughly as she nips at his lips. He moans deeply as he begins to move with her hand
His thighs part her own, his legs spread wide, forcing her to hook her ankles around his calves.
Olivia could not remember ever feeling as mindlessly or out of control. Her need for him is unlike anything she has ever experienced before.
He teases her, prodding his head near her entrance, enticing her.
"Please." She pants, she is dying and her only salvation strings from him.
A satisfying sound escapes her mouth as she lifts her head to look at him. The look in her
eyes is unspeakable, she fights to breathe at the fullness of him inside her. He nuzzles her head, resting his nose on the crown of her head taking in her sweet scent. Her hands cradle the back of his neck pulling him in for a deep and long kiss.
He gave the briefest smile before withdrawing slowly and sucking in a breath as pleasure caught him, a deep, earth shattering fill shook him to his core. The more he had of her the more he wanted.
He pushes forward again, powerfully this time, entering her in one thrust, then again pulling back before surging into her. She gasped with sheer pleasure radiating throughout her senses. She could feel every inch of him, every thick, hard part of him. He built up a steady rhythm, moving through her wet warmth, taking her, teaching her. She clung to him and met each of his strokes, tightening around him as if she would keep him within her forever.
He let out another of those delicious groans and his eyes closed. She looked up at him as he worked inside her. His face had lost its usual expression of careful control and was now utterly open and human. Never had he been more beautiful. His mouth was relaxed to pull in fevered breaths and his brows furrowed in concentration. When he opened his eyes, he immediately met hers and she smiled up at him in wonder.
He gathered her in his arms and pressed her into the wall wanting and most certainly needing to have Olivia every way he can possess. He buried his head at her neck and brought his hands under her, cupping her backside. She drew her legs up around him tightening herself to hold him hostage, he groans, but this new position made the pleasure inside surge.
She pulls his head back roughly , watching his dark grey eyes lay covered in desire. Focused precisely on her, Fitz moves once again stronger, faster, harder, deeper if possible, every thrust forward accompanied by that gorgeous moan, and with that it broke in her, harder this time than before. She released her pleasure with another wild cry, and felt her body pulsing on him.
And he was there, feeling what she was feeling, pouring himself into her. His body tensed on her, his fingers dug hard into her rump, and his deliriously prolonged groan wrecked her.
At length, their bodies came down, still joined, still entwined. His head falls on breast panting, hot and heavy, and she held him to her, stroking her fingers with slow, new found sensuality along his back and head.
The soft thumping of rain creates a calming atmosphere as they lay on their sides watching the other as they both fight sleep.
"Please tell me I was good and if not then lie to me."
Olivia brings FItz's face to look at her, interlocking their fingers in the process "You were amazing and I'm not lying."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I came everytime."
FItz smiles softly at himself clearly pleased "that's good, you felt so good to me that I was worried about receiving and not giving back."
"And who said chivalry was dead." Olivia jokes
"Call me old fashion but I think it's important that a man takes care of his woman first."
"Is that right?"
"Yeah." Fitz turns to face Olivia, clearly relaxed he doesn't attempt to cover himself with the blanket. "I'll make sure your needs are taken care of."
"Well…" Olivia pulls a stray hair behind his ear "You certainly did this time." Olivia says kissing him soundly on the lips
"Where did you find this place?"
"Oh I built it."
"You built it?" Olivia is not sure why she sounds surprised by this information, she has grown to expect the unexpected with Fitz yet he still managed to unravel her.
"Yeah. As a tennager I would run away and I would leave notes that I would return home in a few days and they would let me go and I found myself here. I wanted a place that could be mine and not his so I would work out here and as I got older I was able to make it bigger and better with the little money I could afford. I don't need much really. I just wanted a bed, a few windows and a fireplace to keep me warm. I bathed at the river bank."
"It's perfect." Olivia says and it truly it is. It's warm inviting atmosphere creates this envelope of light and peace.
"What did you do out here?"
"I would swim, fish, draw, paint, honestly just the silence was enough for me."
" I swim too when i'm upset and need to clear my head."
"Swimmer?"
"Yeah. I was the swim captain."
"Oh." FItz said clearly pleased with the new information about Olivia "we are going to have to race."
"I'll kick your ass." Olivia quips causing FItz to laugh loudly
"Well, if you do I certainly won't mind it, your ass is very nice." Fitz said gripping her ass playfully causing her to giggle.
"What else do you do?"
"Don't laugh but I was also an equestrian."
"What?" Fitz yelled laughing loudly "why the hell was I riding then?"
Olivia shrugged in his arms embarrassed " you never asked." she retorts
"You just wanted to be close to me."
"Shut up." Olivia laughs "but you are really good with your horse and i haven't rode since i was a child."
"Why did you stop?"
"My father made me do it and i of course excelled but once I was shipped to boarding school, I detested anything and everything that reminds me of him."
"Look at us with our daddy issues." fItz jokes
"FItz?"
"Yeah?" he turns his head slightly to look at Olivia closely, the way she spoke told him that she wanted to ask a personal question.
"Do you get jealous of Daniel ?"
"No, well I wasn't until I met you."
"He's very jealous of you and I can see why."
Fitz stares at Olivia clearly confused "you are the guy- smart, attentive, magnetic, charasmatic, it's hard losing to the chosen one."
"I haven't won everything." and without a word they look at one another the undertone of the statement is not lost on Olivia.
"You have." Olivia says faintly that Fitz had to listen carefully to her.
"Why were you with Sarah at 's?" Olivia asked wanting to change the subject.
"Well, after Helen's party, Sarah and I exchanged numbers and she had called me and asked if I could accompany her to a dinner date with her boss, I agreed."
Olivia doesn't say anything but FItz can tell she's pleased with his answer.
"You are really jealous aren't you?"
"Yes.
"Don't be." What would generally feel like a statement felt like a promise coming from Fitz.
She kisses him, silently thanking him for easing her insecurities.
"What was the navy like?"
"Hard. Lonely. Sad, I'll tell you about it one day."
Olivia nods her head before closing her eyes, deciding not to over think FItz's statement
"Go to sleep Fitz." Olivia hushes
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"If this is all the time I have with you then I don't want to waste it sleeping it away."
SHe climbs up his body until they were gazing into each other's eyes. Her eyes grew tender as she strokes his hair softly with such tenderness that FItz wasn't sure if it was real.
"Then let's stay up." Olivia whispers faintly
And they do. For what felt like their first date,Olivia and Fitz actually talked as though time was not ticking. For hours they talked about everything and nothing and honestly began to learn more about one another.
"My best friend her name is Abby, we met in college and my assistant her name is Quinn but she's my best friend too."
"An assistant, wow. You must be high up at the firm."
Olivia nods her head before laying back on his chest "I am."
"Is that how you met Daniel?"
"Yeah. I was already a part of the firm for a few years already but as my clients grew so did my name and then I became one of the best at the firm which meant…."
"That you had a seat at the table." Fitz said finishing Olivia's statement
"Yes." Olivia sighed annoyed "Then I was noticed and of course he took an interest and I blew him off until I finally said yes."
"A year, right?"
Olivia nods her head but doesn't comment. "Sarah, said you two were childhood sweethearts."
"We were?" Fitz asked confused "We were friends as kids and then we grew apart but I never really wanted to be with Sarah like that."
"Why not?"
FItz shrugged his shoulders "she was my friend and I had my issues that would have just hurt her."
"You have a bad reputation lover boy."
"It's funny I hate that name because it almost always sounds like an insult yet I hear you say it and suddenly i'm proud to be called such a name."
"It's a compliment." Olivia promises "at least from me it is."
"I suppose you need a nickname too."
"Is that right?" Olivia lifts her head up to look down at Fitz.
"I have a name too."
"What?"
"Wonder Girl."
Olivia laughs loudly at the name, hiding her face in the crook of Fitz's neck.
"You don't like it?"
"It's perfect." Olivia giggles lifting her head up and rubbing FItz's chest.
"The incredible adventures of Wonder Girl and Lover Boy."
"That sounds like a comic book." Olivia says
"It can be if you want it."
"What would it be about?"
"Us." Fitz says simply
Before they could laminate on the meaning of 'us' a phone vibrates and slowly she peels herself away from FItz, grabbing his shirt as she walks to her phone.
Without a word she climbs back in bed and moves towards Fitz who smiles softly at her.
"What did he say?"
Olivia sighs heavily "that he and Jerry would be home late and that he regrets our fight."
Fitz doesn't say anything but slowly pulls away from Olivia, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and look at the fire "Do you regret anything?"
Her gaze followed his she saw him swallow hard. She went to him and stood in front of him so there could be no misinterpretation of her, she pulls the blanket over his shoulders to keep him warm. His eyes are soft when they met hers.
Climbing in his lap she drapes the blanket over him.
"No."
Time ceased to have any meaning as they were both utterly absorbed in one another.
"And it begins." Fitz confirms.
"What?"
"The Incredible Adventures of Wonder Girl and Lover Boy."
Enamored with each other neither of them heard Olivia's phone vibrating on the wood floors.