I'm sorry. I know I said this would be posted Monday, but life happens. Hopefully you aren't too disappointed with this chapter but it's here. As always please leave me your thoughts and of course thank you all for continuing to read my stories and filling my endless well with your reviews, pms, and twitter messages. You have no idea how much joy they are too read. And since it was recently brought to my attention, I will be working on a few chapters for 'Another Day' and Grey Horse' so be on the look out for those new chapters. Enough of me rambling, enjoy!
Until Next time...
Muse XoXo
Song choice: Look After You, The Fray
Prevoiusly:
"You have two options. Option A, you are going to walk out that door and we will forget this ever happened or option B you will walk into my bedroom and close the door. I'll give you a few minutes to decide between A or B, but you only pick one, one."
He watches her walk down the hallway and into her room, stopping at the entrance to look at him before walking in; making sure she left the door partially open.
He waits a second, trying desperately to figure out what the right thing would be in this situation. He walks around her living room hoping to find something personal about Olivia, but he doesn't. This wasn't how they were supposed to meet. But fate has its own way of bringing people back together. If he agrees then it means he wants one thing from her and she's drunk and angry, but if he doesn't agree than it says he's no longer interested and damn is he interested. One way or another he was going into that room, he just hopes he makes the right decision.
He walks through the lone hallway leading to her bedroom. He raises his hand to knock, but finds Olivia sitting on the side of bed waiting for him. Their gaze collides and for a moment the frenzy dies down as the world suddenly seemed to vanish and time stopped moving. He opens the door wider, taking in the sight of her before closing the door shut.
X
"Where's Daniel?"
"Daniel, doesn't live with me and he's out of town." Olivia moves her head to the side to look at Fitz.
"Where's your girlfriend?" she challenges.
"I don't have one."
"Are you sure?" She questions raising her eyebrow
"I'm positive."
"Hard to believe you at times."
"I know, it's hard to trust a guy like me but I wouldn't lie to you. I've never lied to you."
"You did lie. You said you would find me…you still haven't."
"I found you."
Olivia is momentarily stunned by the interminable feeling resonating with her at his tender stare.
"I don't forgive you."
His head falters "I respect that."
A beat passes, neither speak for a minute both opting the silence over yelling and screaming that will most certainly ensue.
"Did you come inside my room to talk or do you want to do something else?"
"Both."
"No." Olivia says pointedly
A tense second passes with neither losing the staring match.
"You're drunk." Fitz counters moving to stand in front of Olivia.
"So what?"
"I'm not going to sleep with someone who will use it as an excuse as to why they don't remember it in the morning."
"Then I would suggest you make sure that I don't forget."
Fitz looks Olivia up and down. He feels alive. "You haven't forgotten a thingI've done to you."
"No. You haven't forgotten what I've done to you. How Irode you until you came."
"I haven't." Fitz acknowledges "I think it about it every night amongst other things. That day with you was the highlight of my life."
"You could have had me." Olivia says sadly
"I still want you."
Her gaze shifts with uncertainty, though with ample space between them the room suddenly feels too small for the two of them.
"I don't want you to regret it…to think I took advantage of you."
"You have already."
Fitz's stumbles backwards, obviously hurt "I haven't." he answers firmly
"You did." Olivia rises from the bed sauntering towards Fitz with cool confidence once again "You fucked your brother's girlfriend at your parents' house and then afterwards you left…That's calledtaking advantage."
His eyes glisten as he looks at Olivia, "is that what you think?"
"That's what youdid." Olivia counters stumbling out of the room to retrieve more wine as Fitz follows behind her.
"Hey" He stops grabs her hand "I was trying to do the right thing."
"For yourself?"
He lets go of her hand as she walks back into the room with a bottle of wine.
"For you." Fitz argues "You weren't certain, that you wanted to be with me and I wanted you to know without a doubt that I was the one for you. I wanted to be the man deserving of you."
"How honorable of you, Lover Boy." Olivia replies coolly walking back to her room.
"You could have done something, too."
Olivia sits on the bed staring at Fitz "Oh, like tell you things I've never told anyone before? Sleep with you under the same roof as your parents and Daniel who I'm dating? Tell you that I want you? That I picked you? What more could I have possibly done, Fitz!" Olivia yells
He rubs his head frustrated "You weren't certain about me and us, and I respected that. You couldn't exactly just run away with me. You loseeverything being with me and I gaineverything by being with you, that doesn't seem like a fair trade. You work for Daniel! Being with me would have cost you, your career. I wasn't going to let you do that."
"That was my decision to make." Olivia stands up walking to her closet.
"And you weren't certain about it, so I left so that when the time came for us, you wouldn't have to question whether you wanted to be with me…I wanted you to be proud of me..." Fitz stands in front of Olivia praying that she understands.
"I was already, proud of you." Olivia said softly before walking away.
A few tense seconds' pass.
"I've failed you, and that hurts more than anything but I won't let you go this time, Olivia. I'll do whatever I have to do."
"There's nothing you can do. I wanted you and you obviously didn't want me so let's just leave it at that."
"Don't you dare say I didn't want you, we both know better than that."
A sober Olivia turns to stare at Fitz "why are you're here?"
"Because of you."
Olivia shakes her head "No, you aren't because if you were then you would have found me the minute you came back. It's been two months, Fitz."
"I wanted to have my life together. I wanted to have a real job. I wanted to have something to present to you, something to show you that I've been making changes for me and you."
Olivia shakes her head "I don't believe you." Though to her own determent she does believe him.
"I wouldn't lie to you."
"But betray me."
Fitz's eyes glisten with unshed tears, he's fucked it up this time.
"I know you hate me, and I hate me too but it hasn't changed the way I feel about you…I just thought I was doing the right thing by letting you go and be free. I just…I just thought you would be happier if I was more like Daniel and less like me."
She walks in front of Fitz and waits for him to look at her. "It wasn't Daniel who I wanted."
He met her eyes and took a step towards her.
"What about now?"
"What?" Olivia took a step back.
"Do you want me now?" he moves even closer "even a little?" he whispers in her ear "Olivia?" her back touches the dresser, she's stuck.
Moving slowly, he lifted his hand to her chin, and used his fingers to tilt her face upwards to meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry." He murmurs in her ear.
His guilt nearly overwhelmed her, and she felt a sudden need to flee, but she could not resist the influence he has over her.
She squeezes her eyes shut as she felt them fill with tears. Anxiety was mounting in her throat, and she was torn between her panic at the thought of parting from Fitz and her disgrace at the thought of wanting him still.
"Fuck me."
"Olivia…" His voice is mixture between pleading and pleasure.
"Just for tonight. After this, you go your way and I'll go mine."
"No." He shakes his head "and I won't be fucking you, I'm going to make love to you. The way you deserve to be loved." He remembers Olivia that faithful day whispering those same words into his ear, that she was going to make love to him the way he deserves and while he hasn't been deserving of her, he's going to this time. He must.
"I'm going to earn you. And it's going to take me some time to earn your trust and your respect but I have nothing but time. I'll get it right this time. I promise."
She stares at him in amazement, his face only a breath away from hers and she feels herself come alive with each cold breath he exhales. She ceases breath as she gets lost in his eyes. She swallows deeply at the touch of his hand, excitement courses through her veins.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to" he whispers, his breath cool in her ear.
"But I want to…" That's the weird thing. She wants him more than she's ever wanted a man. She wishes she could say that the past two months have been wonderful since he left but they haven't. When he left, a piece of her did too. Olivia will never tell Fitz this for many reasons, mostly due to her own pride. But she broke up with Daniel when they returned to D.C, told him that they weren't the same people and that she wanted more.
The tides were churning and Olivia felt an unusual peace with walking away from Daniel. A firm belief that he was her past and Fitz will be her present and future. Olivia believed in the idea of her and Fitz, so much so that she waited for Fitz to show up but he never did.
Daniel, however never gave up and it was because of his determination to stay with her and fight for their relationship that Olivia eventually agreed to them giving their relationship another chance. Still, cautiously she waited for Fitz but days turned to weeks and weeks turned into months and Olivia accepted that Fitz wasn't the man she thought he was.
Olivia promised herself that Fitz will never know how much he had hurt her, and eventually she made peace with herself that she did in fact try, she did wait for Fitz and now it was too late.
He missed his chance.
Seeing Fitz at the bar returned all those feelings that went dormant with his absence but seeing him in the flesh reminded her that despite all her burying and ignoring of her feelings, there is a calling, a ring echoing internally every time she thinks of him. A yearn that she has yet to amend.
"I want you." She says again though this time it was for her own recognition.
He was silent after hearing her words, anything he thought to say sounded insufficient when thoughts came to mind. He opened his mouth to speak but she shook her head, her fingers press gently on his lips. Her insides begin to tremble and she found herself struggling to breath, her heart pounding at the realization that she longs for him still.
"Just tonight." She whispers out.
His intense grey eyes hypnotize her, irrevocably drawing her progressively towards him as two magnets destined to adhere.
He nods his head in agreement though he makes no promises.
"What do we do now?" She whispers nervously
"Option B."
Olivia gives him a quizzical look.
"Take off your clothes." He clarifies
She reminds herself to breathe, momentarily stunned by his words and the ache in her core at the sexual words he spoke to her.
Olivia sits on the edge of the bed and slowly begins taking off her shoes.
"What next?"
"The dress." Fitz demands "I want to see you closely. Intimately. I want nothing in between us, not again. Not anymore."
"What else?" Olivia reaches behind her back and slowly unzips herself.
"Once your naked. I'm going to spread you out on the bed, and I'm going to kiss you slowly…making sure you missed me as much as I missed you. And once you are wet enough to my satisfaction. I'm going to taste you..."
Olivia stands up, never taking her eyes off Fitz as her dress slides down her body leaving a puddle around her feet.
"What else?"
"Afterwards, I'm going to watch you cum on my command. And simply take you in. Appreciate you in ways I did not before..."
The dress falls around Olivia's ankles. She feels exposed, completely naked before him when he's still fully dressed but it's a good feeling. A comforted feeling knowing that Fitz was going to take care of her every need and desire.
"What else?"
"Take off your bra."
And she does.
He circles her nipples with his index finger and she has to suppress a gasp threatening to escape her lips, his touch feels like an electric current pulsating throughout her body. Her body is so sensitive right now. Every cell feels like it's crackling under his fingers. He's in complete control of her.
Without a word, he bends downs on his knees in front of her, and Olivia swears she has never seen anything sexier.
"I won't let you forget me, Olivia." he promises, his voice chokes up. He kisses down her body before taking a harden nipple in his mouth and begins sucking on them gently. Olivia's hands strokes Fitz's hair, making sure to hold his head in place, softly wanting him to take more of her. Olivia whimpers in his ear, and Fitz swears he came at the sound coming from her lips. He bites a nipple gently watching her gasp at the new sensation, he gives a wicked smile at her before continuing his journey. He kisses down her stomach gently watching as she jolts from the sheer electricity of his touch.
Fitz lifts his head, his blues eyes seeming to convey a conversation that does not need words.
He's here.
He brings his face to her crème satin panties, inhaling her heavenly scent. Watching Fitz on a bended knee, gives Olivia the chills, the sullied tremors all through her body, he rubs his head across her panties, trying to find some bit of self-control, he mumbles a few curse words as his head lowers in what looks like prayer. Her fingers twisted up in his rumpled hair "It's okay, Fitz." She whispers
His nose bumps into her clit causing Olivia to whimper. He pulls back a little to look at her. 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.
The sight of Fitz in between her legs does something inexplicable to Olivia. She feels his warm breath on her most sacred spot and consciously she is waxing with desire at the sight of him learning every crevice hidden inside her.
The oxygen catches in her throat as she feels his flattened tongue on the crotch of her panties. His tongue is hot and the air that rushes in afterwards is cool and her hips jerk forward helplessly into the sensation. She watches him, becoming instantly wetter as he too watches her with hooded eyes.
"Mmmm." He moans in obvious delight, even through her panties she tastes explicitly delectable.
"Don't stop." Olivia warns
But Fitz does stops himself from losing all control. He hears her moan of displeasure. Standing in front of her, he holds her hands in place from touching him. She can't touch him. Not now otherwise he will explode and the last thing he wants is to rush this.
His gaze travels down the length of her body, admiring the softness of her petite body, his breathes delay as curse words escape his mouth.
"Fuck me." Fitz murmurs drunkenly though he is far from subdued by alcohol by completely inebriated by the proximity of her.
"I plan too." Olivia whispers on his lips before nipping at them painfully playful.
He drinks her in. She is beautiful, her body strong and lean, her breasts firm and high. She has a tiny frame yet her hair falls gracefully down her shoulder.
She has ruined him.
"You think this is funny?"
"A little." Olivia answers honestly, loving the joy at watching Fitz look at her. She feels powerful, indestructible.
"I'm going to wipe that smirk off your face." Fitz promises
"We'll see."
They stand watching each other for a while, each viewing whether the cosmic pull between them was madness or something more, something deeper, something worth the danger it presented to both if they were caught.
"Get on the bed." Fitz commands.
Crawling across the bed, she flashes him a familiar look that never fails to set his nerves working into overtime. Everything about them is wrong, but damn does it feel right.
A nervous smile emerges on Olivia's face. It's wrong to want him the way she does. There's something profoundly sensual in watching Fitz take off his clothes, how he slides off his jacket and places it on the chair. How he unbuttons his shirt while maintaining eye contact with her the entire time.
"Are you sure?" Fitz asked knowing that once they cross this line they can't go back, not again. Not like last time.
Instead of answering his question, she sits up and slowly her hands tremble at her own exploring. His body… She was right. He has grown bigger since she last saw him. She bites her lip to stop from saying something inappropriate, she will never be tired of his golden skin, the large veins engorged on the muscles of his arms, even the scar on his abdomen from a previous surgery. These intricate small details that makes him even more immaculate.
Her eyes devour him.
She's not going to do it, she's not going to sleep with Fitz, she's won't, but something makes her lift her face up to his and, her heart madly crashes against her sternum…she going to do this and she is going to enjoy every second of him.
The bed dips and in one fluid moment, Fitz moves up towards her so that his face is adjacent to hers. A whimper escapes her mouth, when his hand reached into her crème underwear finding her completely and utterly soaked.
She heard his breath catch when he began to make slow, rhythmic movements against her. His eyes searched hers as she felt them trembling, closely losing focus in the face of her pleasure.
"Your soaking wet for me." She blushes with embarrassment.
"I'll take care of that." He says as two fingers swirl inside her, finding that perfect spot. Knowing just how she likes it.
He plays her body like the most beautiful instrument. She lets out a low rasping moan, and felt him increase his pressure. She's panting into his ear, hands gripped tight around the back of his neck as she surrenders to wave after wave of pleasure. It feels good to indulge and give in to her carnal desires even if only for a night.
"Did you cum for me?" he repeats his question knowing she did in fact cum.
She nods her head. Like a blind woman, she closes her eyes and gently touches his face with her fingertips. "I'm still cumming." She murmurs drunkenly.
But Fitz isn't done.
Olivia opens her eyes, giving him a desperate, quizzical look. Fitz kisses her, fingers still playing, then leaned his mouth over her ear. "Do you want to cum again?"
She nods her before kissing him again.
"Say it." Fitz says his voice low and tight with emotions.
"Make me cum, Fitz." She whispers
Her eyes open as Fitz moves to stand on his knees in front of her.
She will never have enough of him.
Fitz bends down and slowly pulls her legs to the edge of the bed, so that her legs are hanging off the end. He kneels and she can feel his finger trace the elastic edge of her underwear. His lips press against her belly and his tongue traces little circles around her belly button. It tickles a little and she finds herself giggling.
But the laughter stopped abruptly. He bites the flesh between her hips before moving downward leaving a burning trail until finally resting in between the folds of her legs.
He kisses her through her underwear. And drunkenly Olivia wonders if he will do what she wants him to do?
"Are you going to taste me?"
He doesn't answer but his actions speak for themselves.
Inadvertently she arches her hips, feelings his fingers hook around the edge of her underwear as he gently slides them off her legs and into his welcoming hand. He arches his eyebrow at her in shock at the weight of her underwear. She's soaked. Giving a sly smile he slides her panties into his pocket.
Those belong to him.
Olivia closes her eyes. It's too much to look at him, and feel his hand sliding over her skin at the same time. She can't think. She should be telling him to leave. But the words never leave her mouth and with his warm touch on her thigh, all she whispers is for him to continue and never stop.
Olivia props herself up on her elbows so she can watch his dark head disappear between her legs. He's a succubus. It is the only logical explanation as to how she has found herself in the throes of passion with her boyfriend's brother.
"Open for me." His voice thick like molasses.
Obediently she does, wanting and needing his offering of worship as his tongue teases her folds. He cups his palm underneath her and pulls her all the way into his mouth, whimpering loudly, she unconsciously spreads her legs wider for him, tipping her head back and closing her eyes.
Fitz takes his first tentative taste of Olivia with the tip of his tongue. He moans in obvious delight at the taste of her before taking another sip of her again. She tastes divine, delicious rather. She's a smoother blend then scotch, finer than a Cuban cigar and richer than any food he has ever tasted.
With his lips blessing her; Olivia is liberated. All the chemicals and atoms combusting at the sheer force of his one long finger sliding inside her, inside where she's hot and ready for him, all of him. One finger becomes two and with the intensity she closes her eyes now as his teeth nibbles at her folds and his fingers glide in and out of her. She can hear herself jaggedly panting, in correlation with his fingers and tongue.
Her head thrashes as he licks her with excruciating slowness, discovering every corner and crevice of her. She's already dangerously close to cumming, as his tongue finally reaches her clit, lightly flicking against it and Olivia finds it's becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.
"Baby." She whimpers as her hand holds Fitz still inside her, twirling her fingers in his soft hair. It's too much yet not enough. But he's unforgiving, even with her pleads to cum he continues his meticulous attack.
He wants more. He wants to lose himself in her, bury his face in her warmth and stay there for the remainder of the night, just to hear her making those beautiful sounds. Crouching between her bent knees, He doesn't stop. She feels him suck at her clitoris, his fingers fucking her hard, in and out in a steady rhythm.
With tongue and fingers he worships her sweetness, lapping her juices like a man consuming his last meal. She rocks her hips into him, meeting him half way on the trip destined to send her to oblivion.
"Don't stop, baby." She pleads as tears gather in her eyes as waves of pleasure roar in her ears.
'Never.' He says to himself. He never wants this to stop. Her voice is the ringtone of his life. She wakes him up in the morning and she lulls him to sleep at night. Never. This can't ever end. They can't ever end.
Suddenly her entire body went stiff and still and she came with intense contractions that clutched at the fingers he had buried in her as she ground herself into his face.
She turns to him as he nestles besides her in the bed. Her hand runs over the smoothness of his face, before he captures it, kissing the palm of her hand before using his finger to tease her mouth. Smilingly shyly she takes his lone finger in her mouth and finally tasted herself for the first time, instinctively she reaches for his mouth wanting to taste herself on his lips.
Every time she kisses him it is a surprise, a new discovery. They melt into one another, in the space of a single kiss. The barriers, the walls are shattered with their lips and tongues meeting.
"How do I taste?"
"Like heaven. I can eat you three times a day."
She rubs his hair back before kissing him again, more than pleased by his answer.
"I can taste you too." Olivia offers wanting to reciprocate.
"No." He shakes his head "another time." He counters
"But I want to."
Fitz bites his lip, already picturing Olivia on her knees blessing him with that perfectly warm mouth.
"No. Tonight is about fulfilling your every desire."
Olivia kisses him again deciding not to respond that she desires all of him.
She sighs splendidly loving the taste of him and her mixed.
It all comes down to stolen moments for them. Their first time to right now. This is all they will ever be. She tells herself this though she doubts the truth of her own words.
"I want you to cum too." She stutters
"Are you sure?"
Olivia nods "but inside me." She whispers meekly.
She watches as he removes his belt from the loops on his pants and lays it aimlessly on the floor before rubbing her thighs assuredly. She swallows thickly as her hands begin opening his pants, slowly mercilessly unzipping she lifts her eyes to meet his darkened stare, she knows she's punishing him and it's feels so good. She grabs him gently, and he hisses out a breath, his whole body going tense.
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 lips are masterful as they skimmed across hers, his tongue is skilled and delectably wicked as it strokes against hers, gently he guides Olivia down the bed. With practiced precision, he lifts the small of her back, deliberately so that her hips bucked upwards, and he enters her in one fluid motion. For a moment, he freezes, pressing his forehead against hers and letting out a small groan before he began moving in swift, steady strokes. She's breathing in sync with him, exchanging between inhaling and exhaling.
Fitz moans in Olivia's ear with complete elation as he sinks into her, all is finally right with the world. Her body welcomes him home and they celebrate this joyful reunion. Their bodies cling together as he rocks his hips into hers. She wraps her arms around his back. Somehow it feels like she's opening to him, deep inside, taking more and more of him into her with each thrust of his cock. Then, without warning, she feels the long thread of her orgasm reeling externally to internally as fireworks begin to detonate inside her, she grips his ass as he moves wildly inside her somehow needing more of him inside her..
"Fuck me baby." She whimpers feeling Fitz pulsate inside her, he's cumming too. The stars combust behind Olivia's eyes as her whole lower body seized up around him.
When she returns to reality, still panting, she opens her eyes and sees Fitz looking down at her. "Hi," he says, kissing her forehead.
"Hi." She whispers shyly.
They stay in the moment of bliss. No words spoken, both slowly coming down from the incredible adventure they just embarked on.
"How much longer do I have in your world, Ms. Pope before my time is up?"
Olivia freezes at the question, unsure how to answer Fitz's question.
Fitz knows he shouldn't ask more of Olivia then what she has already given him, but he can't help but not have hope. He knows they are living on borrowed time and he wants her to understand that he's there for her. That whatever she decides he will gladly accept, just as long as he gets to see her. He's prepared to take any piece of her she's willing to give him because what most people don't understand is that part of her, is a part that nobody else sees.
They're still for a long minute, their breathing slowing, the adrenaline subsiding. What has she done? She carefully rolls off the bed. She needs space, air, time. She walks to the bathroom not bothering to turn on the light and see her ungodly reflection. She's a despicable person she tells herself taking the walk of shame to the restroom. The restroom became a moment of solitude, Olivia takes this time for herself, peeing, cleaning herself up, knowing that Fitz came inside her and horribly she enjoyed it.
Olivia Pope crossed a line that she can't come back from, yet as she sits on the toilet and contemplate her actions and misdeeds she finds herself accepting that she would cross that line again with Fitz.
She washes her face in disgust as she mutters a few words 'what the fuck am I doing?'
A nauseating feeling rises in her stomach. A sinking feeling. An unexplainable wetness in her mouth, the feeling of knowing you are going to throw up at any minute.
And she does.
Olivia attempts to throw-up quietly knowing that Fitz never left.
"Olivia?" He runs in hearing Olivia vomit.
"I'm okay." She pleads with sweat forming on her forehead "you can go." She tears up ashamed, embarrassed.
"I'm not going anywhere." He turns on the sink and grabs a wash cloth.
"Fitz, you don't owe me anything. I'm fine." She hiccups but it doesn't stop him.
He falls on his knees besides her. "I'm not leaving you." He wipes her face gently before smiling at her.
"No." Olivia begs "I am fine, g-" but Olivia turns to the toilet and vomits everything she has consumed the entire day.
Fitz, holds her hair as he rubs her back. "I got you, baby." He promises.
Tired, embarrassed and sick Olivia begins tearing up "Fitz, I need you to go."
"Why?"
"I don't want you here! Leave!" Olivia pleads.
And with a sadden look, Fitz walks away.
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Olivia woke up with a painful groan. She was nauseated, and the sunlight coming through the window made her head throb. Her stomach rolled in protest as she swung her feet down and gingerly sat up. Finding she was wearing her pink robe though she doesn't recall putting it on.
She turns to look at the time and finds a large glass of water and two ibuprofens on the bedside table. She stares at it curiously trying desperately to figure out where this came from.
Graciously Olivia, tosses the two pills inside her mouth with her glass of water, more than appreciative of the kind thought. Olivia glances around the room and notices her clothes folded neatly and stacked on a chair.
When did all of this happen?
Hesitantly she makes her way out into the apartment. The aroma of bacon and coffee and maple syrup fill the air. She follows the scent to the kitchen. Fitz had his back to her, but her eyes widened at the buffet he was cooking and the sheer shock that he was here. He was humming a little tune as he stirred up some scrambled eggs in a pan. There was already a stack of pancakes on the island. Olivia stood frozen in place, stunned.
He turned and spotted her, and for a moment he braces himself. He knows she wanted him to leave but he couldn't do that to her. Not again. He made a promise that he was going to be there for her no matter what.
"Hi."
"Hi." She whispers clearly overwhelmed. Somehow surprised that Fitz has exceed her wildest dream. That he showed up for her even though she told him to leave.
"What are you doing here?"
He rubs his head nervously as he watches Olivia look at him up and down. He was wearing only his work pants not wanting to get his shirt or jacket dirty.
"I know you wanted me to go, but I couldn't do that. You can hate me but…I had to make sure you were taken care of, that you didn't need me."
"You did that for me?"
He smiles gently "I'll do anything for you, Liv. I'll always look after you, you're my wonder girl." He says honestly.
"No one has ever done that for me."
"What? Take care of you?"
Olivia folds her arms nervously, exposed.
"I'll take care of you." Fitz promises
She stares at him, completely amazed that Fitz has managed to find his way back into her heart.
"I'll head on out." He smiles kindly not wanting to hear Olivia kick him out.
"Fitz" Olivia yells
"Yeah?" he turns around to look at her.
"Would you like to share breakfast with me?" Olivia asked calmly though her eyes were uncertain whether he would agree.
Fitz smiles happily "I'll love too."
Olivia nods head happily "Okay." She opens the cabinet grabbing two plates, her hangover long gone.
"Let's eat." She says walking out of the room to the table with Fitz following behind.
They eat in a comfortable silence; they talk and share stories but mostly they simply enjoy the presence of the others company. Olivia, smiles at Fitz when he wasn't looking, somehow still amazed by his generosity. Olivia's confusion turns to clarity at the witnessing of his benevolent heart. And with a gentle smile Olivia says to herself.
This could be the start of something beautiful.