It's been 84 years, I know! This is a rather short chapter but I do offer you some smut (first-time writing smut *blushes*) to show you how sorry I am! I recently got a job as a writer, so I had to get used to writing for a living and not letting it take away from my creative writing... it was hard to come home and devote energy to the same thing I'd been doing all day, I won't lie. Lucky for y'all the next chapter is in the works. As always, let me know what you think :)

Once Fitz's labored breathing was under control Olivia got up without a word and extended her hand out to him. He got up and followed her, wondering where the hell she was taking him. Olivia's feet were moving faster than her thoughts, a physical reaction that Fitz had obviously provoked. She didn't want to think of the long term consequences of what she hoped would transpire, he'd reopened a need within her and she was more than ready to cave.

She unlocked her car as he followed closely behind as she lead him with their held hands until she let him go to open her passenger's car door.

"Get in," She said trying to make sure she didn't sound as shaky as she felt.

Fitz raised his eyebrows in wonder but complied with her request nonetheless. What he wasn't expecting is for her to climb in and straddle him the minute he sat down. He wasn't sure of what to do and he didn't want to ruin whatever they had going on so he simply put his hands at his sides and reclined his neck to look up at her.

She was unsure of what she was doing as well, but she didn't want her inner conflict to betray her and expose her. She kept thinking of the last time she'd had sex - it'd been with Fitz - and suddenly her dry spell felt like a sexless eternity. A brief moment of possessiveness took over her as she wondered if he'd been as celibate as she had since their bitter split, but the rational part of her brain told her it didn't matter - he was there beneath her and now she was driven to have a good time.

She looked down at him and in the breathiest tone she could muster she simply whispered for him to touch her. And so he did. He was always at her mercy no matter how dominant he was in bed. He ran his hands up her thighs while hiking her silky dress up without breaking eye contact. Suddenly feeling more naked than she was thanks to his gaze, Olivia lowered her eyes and went to work unbuttoning his shirt and kissing the exposed skin over his toned chest. In response Fitz slipped his hands under her dress and caressed her ass that was barely covered with what she liked to call underwear. Olivia worked her way up his neck with kisses, taking in his own scent mixed with cologne that always managed to drive her crazy. She nibbled and placed tiny kisses on his jaw until she made it to the corner of his lips, taking his bottom lip between her teeth; biting and pulling it before soothing it with a gentle kiss causing Fitz to groan. They continued kissing languidly, tongues dueling as Olivia's hands made their way towards his belt buckle. She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand underneath, softly palming him over his boxer briefs only to falter the instant she felt his thick fingers between her legs.

She tried to steady herself as he continued to tease her by lightly applying pressure on her clit with his thumb while his index and middle fingers slowly stretched her. Wanting to get as close to Fitz as possible Olivia was now slipping the satin straps of her dress down her shoulders until her breasts were exposed. Fitz took notice immediately and he dipped his head as he bit and licked her nipples without her dress as a barrier. He increased his pressure on her clit as he sped up his fingers sliding in and out of her. It'd been so long that anyone other than herself had touched her that Olivia was on the brink of cumming. Fitz noticed her ragged breathing as he felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and he thought he'd have at least a little fun at her expense.

"You like that?" he asked knowing damn well that she did.

"Keep going, make me cum, Fitz" she barely managed as an answer. Once again he did as he was told.

She rode out her orgasm with her face close to his neck as he slowly pulled his fingers out of her tight grip. Immediately wanting to return the favor she lowered her right hand and was pleasantly met with wetness on his boxers. She slipped her hand beneath the elastic and freed his hard cock, running her thumb over his sensitive and wet tip. Continuing her ministrations, she jerked him off slowly as she watched his face contort in pleasure.

Fitz reached out to stop her movements, telling her "I'm sensitive... it's been a long time, since you in fact..."

Olivia couldn't help the feeling she felt inside at that moment, knowing that she hadn't been the only one deeply affected by what they had shared, leaving them both unable to share this part of themselves with others.

"Think you can hold out and fuck me?" she whispered against his lips.

Fitz chuckled at her taunt and said "Put it in."

Olivia slid down his cock as she gripped his shoulders for leverage, pausing halfway to adjust to his girth. They rocked their hips gently against one another as Olivia straddled Fitz, both working up their momentum. Fitz gripped her hips gently lifting her for a moment before slamming his cock into her, causing her to moan loudly. She tilted her head back as rode him harder and harder barely leaving any room between their bodies that were now covered in a sheen of sweat. Fitz felt his own tension rising and loosened his grip on her hip so he could coax one more orgasm from her before this was over. The minute he massaged her clit he knew she was close by the way she reactively tightened around his dick. He groaned loudly as he circled her clit a little faster while losing his rhythm. Olivia came with a silent scream as he held tightly onto her, surely leaving behind a bruise or two, pumping until he spilled his seed inside her – both left in a sweaty, panting heap.

There was no sweet afterglow to be had here, the reality of what had just transpired came over both of them like icy rain, freezing them in place. Neither wanting to break the silence that settled between them as they attempted to move awkwardly away from one another. Olivia reached over to grab her clutch and pulled out a tissue for the unavoidable cleanup. She wished this moment would quickly come to an end while balancing herself on her knees as she still straddled Fitz - he didn't know if to help her or just sit there silently, wondering if his touch was no longer welcome.

He decided to take a leap and pulled up her dainty satin dress straps, helping her get dressed as he kept a blank expression on his face. She couldn't even offer him a weak smile in return, with the reality of their current predicament falling on her like a ton of bricks. She took a deep breath and without saying anything reached for the door handle. Once the door was open she relished in the feel of the cool breeze that swept in, almost like a metaphor for the cold that was about to settle between them. Olivia tried to gracefully exit the car and once outside decided she'd voice the words she knew he wouldn't want to hear.

"We shouldn't have done that."

He expected it and he was used to it - her rejection, but it didn't make it sting any less this time around. He didn't think he had the energy to fight with her, but he felt that it was now or never and he was determined to get a reaction out of her one way or another.

"Well, you probably shouldn't have asked me to get into your car," he retorted drily.

She rolled her eyes at him in response without saying anything, taunting him to continue.

"No, don't roll your eyes at me," he said as he waved his finger in the air, his other hand at his hip.

"This always happens, the blame always shifts to me somehow… need I remind you that you were a very active participant just a few minutes ago?" he said as he slightly raised his voice.

He probably looked as crazy as he felt in this very moment, running his hands through his hair, looking and feeling thoroughly fucked, the mix of oxytocin and endorphins still numbing parts of his skin…

His question was met with silence, frustrating him even further. He hadn't initially set out to sweep her off her feet, and he had only wanted to deliver his apology, but being in her atmosphere always did this to him. Weakened his defenses, made him feel hazy with desire as it built up – they always felt inevitable to him, but always felt like he couldn't get all the way through. Here they were, at what felt like a crossroads, staring at one another after they'd collided full-force once again. He was at his wit's end, unable to understand how something that she'd initiated and thoroughly enjoyed was immediately referred to as something they shouldn't have done. He imagined it'd be awkward once they finished, but he ever envisioned that it'd turn into this instantaneous icy affair. He'd been through hell with her already, why would this be any different? He took a deep breath and said to her:

"You know what? Never mind, forget I asked. I should've known this is how the night would end no matter what happened. I don't know why I thought it'd be different. I didn't come here with the intention of fucking you, I just wanted to see you alone, to have you to myself… I've been waiting for you to "get back to me" but what difference does it make? You're just not interested in the long haul, you never were… this is what's comfortable, and I know I've done my fair share in fucking this up, but I'm sure I'll never ever meet whatever standard you've set. And you have no reaction, to anything. Instead of facing me, or telling me to fuck off… NO, you just think taking off and performing a disappearing act is the cure for everything. We never stood a chance because you never even gave us a chance. But you're right about something – we shouldn't have done this."

Olivia felt as if a tornado had just rolled through her, leaving emotions instead of debris lying around the room. He'd just criticized she never reacted, but if it was a reaction he was looking for then he was in for a surprise.

"DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF RIGHT NOW?" she yelled. She didn't care if she caused a scene at a public park after midnight. This is what he wanted, and now she was eager to deliver.

"You were married Fitz; do you know how fucking delusional you sound right now? Commit to you? Commit to you how exactly? We weren't together because you were married… how could I give a chance to something that probably had a sell-by date? We were as together as our situation allowed! I'm not like you Fitz, you readily express your feelings… and you write me these flowery apologies, for something that I understood about you long ago… You paint me out to be some bitch, but you have these impossible expectations of me, demanding that I share when you know how hard it is for me. I've been alone my entire life; I must work my way up to things in case you haven't noticed. We aren't together, never really have been, and I don't owe you shit," she responded bitterly. Olivia felt as if Fitz always managed to get her spinning out of control, making her sound so distant from the happy-go-lucky person she tried to be despite all the hardship she'd endured. Was feeling this out of control a true requisite of love?

Fitz threw his hands up in defeat and told her "You're right. Do whatever you want, think whatever you want. Work your way up however you want. On your own time. It's what you've always done. Whatever this is between us has always existed at your mercy, makes no difference to me."

His defeated attitude stunned her, and she felt as if maybe she'd gone too far. She panicked when she heard him sigh loudly and saw him turn to walk towards his car.

She suddenly felt suffocated when the night's disappointment began settling within her, and before she could give it a second thought she blurted out to the back of his head, "Fitzgerald, if you don't turn around right now!"