A/N: So this is the much-requested sequel to "A Meeting of the Minds," which is chapter 6 in this collection. I really love these two even if they frustrate me something serious. I don't know if I could maintain my sanity and write a whole story about them. But tell me what you think! XOXO
Fitz wandered into the clinic, telling himself that he wasn't there to make goo goo eyes at Olivia, something Cyrus had accused him of doing on multiple occasions. She was working the night shift, having drawn the short stick with hour selection. Fitz had originally been heading out for the night but couldn't pass the clinic without seeing her. They had been dancing around each other in front of people, and making out like horny teenagers whenever they were alone. Olivia was attempting to take a step back from him, always breaking their kisses too soon, but he was magnetic and she couldn't stay away. Fitz was determined to keep her coming back. Olivia was much too beautiful and intriguing for him to just let her go. And he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since she showed up.
He walked through the clinic, greeting the bored-looking nurses as they watched soap operas on the empty waiting room's flat screen TV. Olivia sat on the leather padded stool the doctors used in the exam room, reading on her iPad, her half-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. Fitz gave an exaggerated cough as he hopped onto the examination table. Olivia looked up at him and smirked then went back to reading. Fitz coughed again, louder than the first time, and Olivia looked up at him again. He smiled at her rolling her eyes. She was too cute.
"Hey! I'm on the table and I'm coughing. You need to examine me, doctor!" he teased.
Olivia sighed loudly as she stood, setting her iPad on the counter behind her. She walked to stand between his legs, peering into his beautiful gray eyes. She instructed, "Open your mouth."
Fitz smiled then obliged. Olivia shined a pen light in his mouth then had him close it. She looked in his ears then slipped her stethoscope under his shirt. Fitz gasped at the cold. Olivia chuckled as she moved the cold metal from his chest. He asked, "So what's the diagnosis?"
Olivia smirked at him. "You're a horny pervert who came down here hoping I'd play doctor with you."
"I came here because I was feeling sick. You're the horny pervert thinking about playing doctor," he replied. "But since that's what you want…" Olivia was surprised by his strength when he grabbed her waist and lifted her off her feet, laying her body atop his as he lay back on the table. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her against him.
"You are not serious!" Olivia giggled in spite of herself as she struggled against him. He was too strong for her to move. She reluctantly spread her legs so she was straddling him and used the table as leverage to sit up.
Fitz smirked. "Dr. Pope this is so inappropriate!"
"Shut up!" Olivia squealed, smiling involuntarily. She looked over the edge of the table to see how far off the ground she was, if she could get down without his help. She decided she couldn't, at least not in her new black Jimmy Choo point-toe pumps. She looked at him sweetly. "Help me get down."
"What do I get if I do?" he asked, grinning wickedly.
"I'm not sure I even want to ask what you want," Olivia replied, trying desperately to ignore how good he smelled, how strong and virile he felt beneath her.
"I'll help you down but you have to ditch this ghost town and come hang out with me." Olivia blinked. She didn't think being alone with him would be a good thing. As she had learned from many a clandestine kiss with him, control slipped away far too easily. But the idea of being alone with him without the pretense of propriety was too exciting to pass up.
"Fine. But no funny business," she finally replied. Fitz's hands encircled her waist and he set her on the floor with ease. She didn't like the mischievous nature of his smile.
"There's nothing funny about what I have in mind," he assured as he hopped off the examination table. They walked out of the office with Olivia acutely aware of Fitz's arm brushing against hers. He told the nurses, "I'm kidnapping Dr. Pope."
They didn't even look away from the TV. Olivia smirked at him. They walked to the elevator and Fitz pressed the button for the 7th floor. Olivia put an appropriate amount of space between them which Fitz immediately invaded before the door shut. Olivia stepped away from him only to have him follow. It wasn't long before her back made contact with the elevator wall and Fitz was standing so close that she could smell his sweet minty breath. Olivia's hands pressed against the wall to keep a grip on anything steady. Fitz growled, "You know, this little hard to get game you're playing is doing nothing except make me want to kiss you absolutely senseless."
Olivia stared at him. She was a skittish deep, mesmerized by the big bad wolf's pearly white teeth and terrifyingly hypnotic eyes. "Dr. Gr—"
His lips cut off her words. He was suddenly flush against her, one hand on her face and the other on her hip. Olivia tipped her head back and opened her mouth to accept his warm tongue. Her hands made their way to his hair, running through his unruly curls. The elevator dinged and they let go reluctantly. Olivia's lips looked bee stung. Olivia's legs felt shaky, like they wouldn't hold her weight as she walked out ahead of him and looked around the dark floor. Fitz's hand took hold of hers in the darkness as he led her to his office.
He held the door open so she could walk in ahead of him then turned on the light. Olivia walked over the wall bearing his numerous accomplishments and looked at all his awards. There didn't seem to be a medical association by whom he hadn't been honored. She stiffened then relaxed at the feeling of his arms wrapping around her.
"I thought we agreed no funny business," she murmured.
"We're not laughing so it must not be funny," he replied, his breath skittering over her neck and raising goose bumps everywhere.
"Dr. Grant—"
"Call me Fitz."
"That would be inappropriate."
He chuckled. "I think we're already crossed that line."
Olivia hesitated. She was already too close to him. And she'd always been adamant about not crapping where she ate. But everything with him came so easily, even if she did want to strangle him a good deal of the time. She finally whispered, "Fitz…"
"Say it again," he commanded. He had never really liked his name until it passed through those perfect pouty lips.
"Fitz," she repeated in spite of herself. She normally never did as she was told when it was demanded that way, but something about the way his voice rumbled in his throat created a river of hot wetness between her legs.
She barely registered his hands sliding up to grab her breasts until he was squeezing them firmly. "Say it again."
"Fitz." It was more or a whimper that time. His hands snaked down her body, setting her body ablaze. He grabbed the silky fabric of her black pencil skirt and pulled it up, exposing her thighs to the cool office air and raising goose bumps on her skin. He ran his fingertips over the silk front of her panties, making circles around her bundle of nerves. Olivia's eyes closed at his gentle touch and she hoped her legs didn't give out. She remembered where they were and stopped his hands from moving. "Fitz…"
"Okay, okay," he relented, sliding her skirt down. She turned around and smiled at him, unintentionally brushing her midsection against the bulge in his black pants.
"Excited?" she teased.
"I don't even have to ask you," he replied confidently, smiling as he brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled her scent. "Sweet," he complimented, making her blush. She watched with interest as he went to retrieve something from the bottom of his floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, then smirked when he turned to reveal a Scrabble box.
"You do not want to play that with me," she declared as she moved to sit in one of the armchairs in front of his desk.
Fitz laughed. "Oh, but I do, Dr. Pope. It'll be fun. Harvard vs. Johns Hopkins. Loser buys dinner."
"Winner gets bragging rights," Olivia replied. "Get a dictionary. You Harvard alums are usually grand bullshitters."
"'Grand bullshitter;' is that what you majored in a your all girls' school in Georgia?" Olivia laughed at his exaggerated twang as he retrieved a dictionary from the bookshelf then came to sit opposite her behind his desk.
"Hey! Dissing Spelman is grounds for a fight!" she teased as he set up the board.
"What are you gonna do? Gnaw on my shins?" he replied with a smirk.
Olivia laughed. "You're such a chauvinist."
"It's cute, right?" He smiled and she nearly swooned, instead settling for a smile that looked like someone had stuck a hanger in her mouth.
"Are you always this obnoxious?" she asked.
"No," he replied with a smirk. "I have to sleep."
She beat him the first game, though he insisted he let her win. The second game had to be abandoned because they couldn't agree on whether or not non-English words that had been accepted as American colloquialisms should count. The third game left them tied.
"Okay. Last words. This one's for all the marbles," Fitz declared, confident that his word "zygote" would trump anything Olivia had. He had to admit that she as a delightful change from the women he usually got involved with. She was the feistiest little thing and he would have been lying if he said that it didn't drive him crazy. There were times when he could have taken her head off, but that too excited him, that she could wind him up so easily. He gave her a challenging grin then arranged his tiles.
Olivia watched him with a serene smile. He drove her absolutely insane most of the time during the meetings with Stephen and Harrison, the other members of the diagnostic team, but other times, times when he brought her coffee or affectionately popped the ball of her nose with his index finger, she found her stomach full of sickly sweet butterflies. She loved antagonizing him, and arguing with him. More than that, she loved proving him wrong. She asked, "Are you sure you want to finish with that?"
He nodded. Olivia played her word, "psychopath," and smiled prettily at him, knowing she'd won. Fitz smirked, already amused by cute he imagined she'd be when her gloating started.
"I let you win," he declared with a silly smile.
Olivia scoffed. "The hell you did! Like you'd pass on having bragging rights! You'd sooner lose a testicle."
"Are you particularly interested in my testicles, Liv?" he asked with a devilish grin.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Why is it every time I start to think better of you, you open your mouth and ruin it?"
"Because your mouth is an absolute delight," he replied with a sarcastic smirk.
"It must be. You keep kissing it," Olivia argued.
"Only because that's the only time you're quiet," he replied. "You honestly might be the loudest, snarkiest woman I've ever met."
"I'm probably the smartest too," she shot back.
"No one cares if you're smart if you're a loud mouth," he replied with a smirked. He wondered if he was pushing her buttons, hoping he was. Nothing gave him greater pleasure than getting her screaming mad at him. She was unbelievably sexy when she was angry.
"I guess you would know that from experience," she argued. "You might be the single most insufferable, arrogant man on the planet."
"And yet, you can't stay away from me." Fitz grinned. She would argue with him until they were blue in the face, call him things he'd have punched a man for uttering, and swear at least once a week that she was going to castrate him, but she always found herself kissing him or letting him kiss her whenever they were alone for more than a minute. She was intimately aware of the inside of his mouth, the ministrations of his tongue, the nimbleness of his fingers. He had intimate knowledge of the taste of her skin, the scent of the valley between her breasts, the exact spots on her neck and collarbone to lick or but to make her a quivering mess in his arms.
Olivia smirked. "Bite me, Fitzgerald."
She knew he hated it when anyone called him by his full name. He smirked at her, knowing she was getting revenge on him for pushing her buttons by pushing his. Olivia returned the game to its spot on the bookshelf. She turned to find him practically standing in her shoes.
"Do you need something, Fitzgerald?" she teased.
"Take off your clothes," he commanded with lusty eyes. The rush of heat that waved over her body made it impossible not to do as he said. She slipped off her white lab coat, revealing her sleeveless silk coral blouse. She removed her long thin gold necklace, placing it on the desk behind her, then turned her back to him, showing him the top's gold zipper. Fitz reached out and slid it down, exposing her back to the cool air. She slid the top down her arms and off her body then turned to face him. She unzipped her skirt and it fell off her hips, pooling around her ankles. Her bra was a powdery shade of pink, her panties too. There was a little black bow between the bra's cups and a matching one on the waistband of her thong.
Fitz stared at her body, his eyes looking over her beautiful curves in awe. He was going to kiss her lips until they were bee stung. Every inch of her silky skin would be mapped by his lips and fingertips. He was going to lick her until she scratched him raw and begged him to stop. But he wouldn't. Not until she was delirious with need. Olivia stepped out of the pool of her skirt and best to remove her shoes.
"Don't," Fitz growled, his voice gruff with lust. He was going to take her in all the ways he'd ached to since he laid eyes on her, especially in those unbelievably sexy heels she loved so much and nothing else. He stepped close to her and reached around to unhook her bra, slipping it off her body. He looked down at her full breasts and his eyebrows shot up at the sight of her pierced nipples. Olivia's eyes followed his and she smiled shyly.
"I should have told you about those," she said softly. "A result of my rebellious stage a few years ago."
Fitz chuckled. "I wasn't expecting that. An ass tattoo maybe, but pierced nipples? Wow."
"Do you like them?" she asked almost anxiously. She hadn't been with a man since before she'd gotten them done.
"They're sexy," he answered, bringing his hands up to touch the silver barbells bisecting her nipples. He smiled at her. "I always thought you were pretty straight-laced, but this is pretty kinky."
Olivia smiled. "You should never underestimate me."
She gasped when his lips wrapped around her right nipple, his tongue swirling the sensitive skin and making her whimper. Her whole body trembled when his right hand pushed her thong aside and his fingers slid between her hot lips. He moved to her bundle of nerves and she cried out at the sensation, giving desperate little sobs of surrender. She watched with heavily-lidded eyes as he slid her panties down to her ankles. He lifted her leg and hooked it over his shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent. The sight of dripping center made his mouth water. Olivia thought she might pass out from the sensation of his warmth mouth on her core. She desperately grabbed fistfuls of his hair, moaning loudly and pulling at his hair. She ground her heat against his face, begging for more. Fitz pushed her to the brink of oblivion before he stopped and stood. He turned her around, planting her ands of the desk and pushed into her without warning, eliciting a loud moan from her. He let out a strangled groan, standing still as he enjoyed the sensation of having her wrapped so tightly around him. His hands clasped on her hips and he set a quick pace that made the desk shake. Olivia's moans echoed off the walls as she held onto the desk for dear life. She matched his stroke for stroke and he grunted in appreciation. He took hold of her hair, pulling it gently.
"Oh baby," he groaned when her fingernails dug into his thighs. He hammered her pussy without mercy and it wasn't long before Olivia exploded in a scream of ecstasy and her body slumped on the desk. Everything went black. When she came to, he was worshipping her neck with gentle wet kisses as his seed flowed inside her.
"That was…" Olivia wasn't sure what to call it. She had known when they finally came together it would be nothing short of fireworks, but what she'd just experienced was indescribable. She turned and smirked at him. "Did you call me baby?"
Fitz smirked at her as she snickered like a school girl. "Shut up."
He delivered a firm smack to her glorious ass as he slipped out of her. Olivia stood on unsteady legs, wondering when her heart would settle down. She turned around and leaned against the desk, watching him as he fixed his pants. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket then knelt in front of her. Olivia watched in surprise as he wiped her clean.
"Such a gentleman," she teased, pushing his sweaty curls back from his forehead.
"If I'm doing this for you, you're gonna make me breakfast," he replied, leaning over to kiss the inside of her thigh.
"What makes you think I wanna spend the night with you?" she asked in reply.
"Who doesn't wanna spend the night with me?" he answered. Olivia chuckled as he got to his feet.
XXXXX
Half an hour later, they were in his apartment. Olivia looked around with interest. It was a consummate bachelor pad: leather couches and video games everywhere. Motorcycle magazines were strewn on the coffee table, and a pile of dirty clothes occupied a leather recliner.
"You live like a frat boy," Olivia commented as she looked around.
Fitz smirked. "I live like someone who doesn't have time to clean up to impress unwelcome company."
"Fuck you, Fitzgerald," Olivia replied with a smirk.
"You already did," he shot back as he made his way to the kitchen. Olivia sat on the couch and removed her shoes, watching him as he opened the refrigerator. He called, "Do you drink beer? I know a lot of girls don't."
"I'd prefer wine, but beer works," Olivia answered as she took the remote off the coffee table. She looked at the magazines. "Do you have a motorcycle?"
"Not yet," he replied. "I'm thinking of getting one though." He went back to the refrigerator. "Red or white?"
"Red," she answered as she turned on the TV. She began flipping channels and stopped on Masterchef. "So, loser, what are we gonna eat?"
"I was gonna order Chinese but I can scrounge up something home-cooked if you'd like." He grinned teasingly at her and Olivia looked away from him, not wanting him to see how cute she thought he was. He poured their wine in red plastic cups then brought it over to the couch.
"Solo cups? If this is your idea of dishes, I'd hate to see what you come up with for home-cooked food," she teased. Fitz poked her side then pulled her close. He planted a kiss on her forehead.
"You're an asshole," he said, squeezing her bare shoulder. Olivia tilted her head up and kissed his chin.
"You're an asshole too," she replied. Fitz ordered Chinese then pulled Olivia onto his lap.
He kissed the crown of her head. They watched the show for a little while before the doorbell rang.
"Wow. It usually takes the Chinese place in my neighborhood like 45 minutes to deliver," Olivia commented as Fitz set her on the couch.
"I'm a frequent customer, something like a VIP," Fitz explained as he walked to the door. He tipped the delivery guy then shut the door. When he turned around, he found Olivia in the kitchen, searching his cabinets for plates.
She looked at him. "Why do you keep your plates up so high?"
"Why are you so small?" he asked as he put the large brown paper bag on the counter then went into the kitchen to help her. She was surprised when he lifted her off her feet, hoisting her up high enough to grab two paper plates.
"Why don't you have real dishes?" she asked when he set her back on her feet.
"Because men don't buy dishes. That's something girls do," he answered. Olivia rolled her eyes at him as they walked back to the couch. Fitz picked up the remote, intent on changing the channel but Olivia took it from him.
"Gordon's about to announce who's going home," she argued, holding the remote out of his reach.
"My TV, my pick," he implored, smirking at her. "Don't make me take it from you."
Olivia knew she'd never win anything physical against him. She handed over the remote, frowning. "You're an asshole."
Fitz smirked at her as he held the remote. He asked, "How much longer is this gonna take?"
"It's the last five minutes," Olivia replied, her face back to pleasant.
Fitz shook his head. She was so cute. "I hate that little smirk you get when you think you've won."
"I hate that you think you're automatically in charge because you have a penis," Olivia replied without missing a beat.
"I hate your smart mouth."
"I hate your overblown ego."
Fitz's eyes darkened, becoming almost gray as he leaned close to her. "I hate that I want to fuck you senseless every time I see you."
"I hate that I want you to." She leaned forward and bit his bottom lip, pushing him back on the couch with surprising force. Olivia couldn't help but laugh at his shocked face.
"I like you. It's weird." He wrapped his arms around her waist. Olivia lay her head on his shoulder, her nose nuzzling his neck.
"I like you too. It's not that weird." They chuckled. "We work. For whatever reason, we work."
"Yeah we do," he replied.
"You're my baby, my sweet baby."
Olivia looked up at him with a teasing grin. "I'm not so sweet."
"Oh you don't have to tell me," he replied. "You're a pain in the ass, a surprisingly big one for someone so small."
"Fuck you," she teased.
"Oh you will." He sat up, holding her on his lap. "But not now. I'm hungry."
Olivia laughed as she got comfortable.