A/N: I've fallen in love with high school Olitz. They are just too precious. And there's no need for angst with such a young version of them so I'm relishing the fluff I'm coming up with. I'm also working on a part two for "Southern Grace," chapter 7 of this collection, for the lovely Merdiandreams. This is a part two of the last chapter, "Cop Car," and I hope you like it.
Olivia and Fitz have been dating for about two months and they're going as strong as ever. There's a bit of smut so get prepared for it.
Olivia's fingers twirled in the wispy curls at the nape of Fitz's neck, holding his head down so that they were nose to nose. Her mother had already disturbed their five-alarm-fire make-out session and unceremoniously evicted them from the back room that had been turned into a den/entertainment room for Olivia and her friends. Now on the front porch, Olivia found herself impeding Fitz's leaving with slow, soft kisses that had his ears crimson and the evidence of his arousal pressed against her stomach. His fingers dug into the soft tissue of her bottom and he groaned in her mouth, praising her supple flesh for the way it sighed beneath his hands. She slid his ears between her index and middle fingers, something he found agonizingly arousing, and his hips pivoted involuntarily, pressing her into the mesh of the screen door.
He reached up and took her teasing hands away. "I should go before your neighbors get a show they'll never forget."
Olivia pulled him in for a final kiss. "Call me when you get home?"
"Definitely." One index finger lifted the hem of her flimsy oversized gray tank top and circled her belly button. Suddenly it was her hips pivoting into his, rocking her core against his in a way that made him take hold of her sides to halt her movements before all the blood left his brain.
"Go before my mom turns the hose on us like dogs in heat." She accepted one last kiss then leaned against the screen door, watching as Fitz's back flexed beneath his fitted Under Armor t-shirt as he walked to his truck.
He looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. "I can feel you ogling me."
She smirked at him. "Do I know you?"
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"So my dad's going out Friday night," Fitz announced the next day as he lay back on the futon in Olivia's entertaining room.
Olivia lay across him, staring blankly at the television whose volume had been turned down to a murmur so they could hear her mother's footsteps while Fitz ran his fingers through her hair in a hypnotic rhythm. "Like on a date?"
Fitz chuckled. "Maybe. I don't know. As soon as he said he'd be gone 'til late, my mind went somewhere else."
She looked back at him, grinning. "Oh really? And where was that?"
"Well I was just thinking that if he's gone, we could have some alone time without any interruptions." His fingers travelled to the exposed valley of her lower back, enjoying the lusciously soft skin there.
"Oh?" His touch made everything hazy.
Fitz laughed. "I was just thinking that it would be nice to kiss you on my bed," his touch became deliberately firmer as he moved his hand lower to the ample flesh resting in her black leggings, "and maybe not kiss you on my bed."
"That sounds nice," she murmured, moving so that she was lying next to him with her right leg between his, "especially the part where we don't have to worry about my mom barging in on us as soon as you're just about to unsnap my bra."
Maya Pope had developed a habit of barging in just as the teens were getting a little too frisky. The night before, she'd breezed into the den just as Fitz slipped his hand between the worn fabric of Olivia's faded denim shorts and the soft cotton of her tiny Victoria's Secret lace-backed panties. Olivia almost hadn't heard her mother come in, her mind so focused on Fitz's hand so close to where she needed him most, but Maya's harsh clearing of her throat had successfully killed the mood.
"Visiting hours are over," she'd declared with a smirk as Fitz rolled off Olivia, scrambling to put on his own shirt and find Olivia's tank top.
Fitz kissed her temple. "So you'll come over?"
"I guess. I suppose a little alone time wouldn't hurt," she teased. A little alone time definitely wouldn't hurt, save a few love bites and maybe carpet burns. She wasn't just horny and going through the motions like she'd done with Jake. She wanted Fitz. She wanted his hands, his lips, his body warm and hard everywhere hers was soft. "What time should I come over?"
"Well my dad's leaving around 8 so maybe 8:05." Olivia laughed as she climbed on top of him to cover his face with kisses.
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"So what time did Fitz clear out last night?" Maya asked. She'd left the night before around 9 to tend to an emergency at the hospital where she headed the cardiology department, instructing an entangled Olivia and Fitz to remember that the next morning was a school day. Most parents would have died sooner than leave two horny teenagers alone, but Olivia and Fitz were nearly grown and she'd learned from her own parents' strict house rules that setting hard limits didn't do anything except make a teenager sneaky and more determined to do whatever they'd set their mind to in the first place. So she gave her bright, headstrong daughter the space to be mature and make the right choices. So far, Olivia hadn't failed her.
"Around 1," Olivia answered. After her mother left, the teens had watched a movie and drifted in and out of sleep, each waking the other with sleepy kisses until Fitz caught sight of the clock and carried Olivia to bed, leaving her a little goodnight note.
"You two can't get enough of each other," Maya commented as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
"He's just…" There wasn't a word for him. He was everything and then some. Maya smiled at the stars in her daughter's eyes.
"Girl you're in trouble, looking like that when you think about him." Olivia laughed. She was in the best kind of trouble, wrapped up in Fitz the way she was. "I guess it's alright. He's much better than the other one."
"You don't have to tell me, Mom." Jake wasn't even a thought with Fitz in her life. "And since you like him so much, I think you should let me go to his house tonight."
Maya smirked at her daughter. "I might object if I didn't have a date tonight, but since I do, I suppose you can go." Maya grabbed her bag and refilled her travel cup. "Just remember that condoms are cheaper than diapers. And don't let the sun beat you home." She got to the door. "And if you beat me home, don't wait up."
Olivia laughed. "Bye Mom."
She got ready for school, yawning the whole time, but smiling sleepily as she thought about him. She laughed at Fitz's snapchat of his sleepy face, captioned "Look what you did to me". She sent him one back of her outfit for the day, black yoga pants and a LOVE PINK tank top, captioned "Too tired to do clothes".
Even though she was exhausted, she managed to leave the house early enough to get Starbucks. She couldn't stop herself from smiling as she got Fitz a coffee too. She made it to school with a few minutes to spare. He was leaning against her locker, doing something on his phone. Olivia tried to stop herself from smiling at him, not wanting him to know how happy the sight of his face made her.
"You look like hell," he teased when she reached him.
"Just for that, I'm gonna keep the coffee I bought you for myself," she replied with a smirk.
"You bought me coffee?" He brought his large right hand to his chest. "I'm touched."
"You're an asshole." He laughed as he took his coffee from her. He sipped it gratefully and Olivia was ashamed of herself for ogling him as he licked his lips.
"So can this asshole walk you to class?" Olivia was going to antagonize him by telling him no but he fixed her with a charming smile that made all her resolve disappear instantly.
"Sure." She grinned like a goon as he took her hand in his, interlacing his long fingers with her short ones.
Olivia nearly fainted when they reached her chemistry class and he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, proclaiming that he would see her later. She spotted Jake frowning at her from his desk in the front row and smirked at him. Abby grinned from her desk next to Olivia's empty one.
"You have a new boyfriend and you didn't tell me," she accused when Olivia sat down.
Olivia shook her head, smiling in spite of herself. "He's not my boyfriend."
"He kissed your forehead. I've never had a friend do that." Abby smirked at her best friend. "So you and Fitz Grant… Nice catch."
Olivia couldn't help the toothy grin that spread across her face. "Tell me about it."
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The day seemed to tick by in slow motion. When lunch finally came around, Olivia wasn't surprised to find Fitz at her locker waiting for her to put her books away. Since the day they'd met, he had become a permanent fixture there between classes, waiting with his hands in his pockets and his backpack slung over his shoulder. His smile at the sight of her never failed to make her blush.
"Took you long enough," he teased when she opened her locker and put her literature book away then pulled out her pink Lilly Pulitzer Tusk in the Sun print lunchbox.
"Miss me?" she teased back, smiling at him. She seemed unable to do anything except smile around him.
"No," he replied as he shut her locker then took her hand in his. Olivia laughed as they walked down the hall toward the double doors that opened to the walkway that led to the gym.
"That's mean. I missed you," she pouted. Fitz stopped and pulled her against him, grinning handsomely.
"Really?" Olivia cursed the goose bumps that rose on her skin, and the way his scent clouded her focus.
She squished his face with her left hand, smiling playfully. "Of course I missed this face."
Fitz laughed as he pushed her hand away. "You're such a dork."
"Well you like me so you're a dork too."
"I can't wait for tonight." He grinned mischievously.
"Hot date?" she teased.
"The hottest."
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Fitz smiled at the sound of Olivia knocking on the door. He got up to get the door but his father beat him to it, opening the door and grinning at Olivia.
"Haven't gotten tired of him yet?" Big Gerry teased as he stepped back to let Olivia in.
Olivia smiled as she stepped inside. "I don't think I ever will."
"Not if I have anything to say about it," Fitz said, announcing his presence. He grinned at Olivia, admiring her bare shoulder blades and the thick black braid of fabric between them holding her black tank dress together. She turned and smiled at him. The dress cascaded lightly over her curves, clinging just enough to make Fitz salivate.
"Hi," she said sweetly.
"Hi," he replied before looking at his dad, letting him know that it was time to clear out.
"I guess that's my cue to leave," Big Gerry announced as he grabbed his keys off the table next to the door. He looked back at them. "Have fun. But not too much."
As soon as the door closed, Fitz advanced on Olivia, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close so he could run his hands over her body. "I like this dress. Is it new?"
Olivia could barely concentrate because he was peppering gentle kisses on her neck. "Yeah. It's new." She grinned teasingly at him. "You could've at least put on real clothes for me."
Fitz wore a black t-shirt, red basketball shorts, and black socks. "I figured you wouldn't mind." He took her earlobe between his teeth. "Do you?"
"Not even a little, baby." She pulled his face away so she could look at him. "Are you gonna show me your room?"
Fitz smiled. "Yeah. Sorry. You and that dress are making me lose track of everything."
He took her hand and led her up the carpeted stairs to the second floor then down the hall and up a smaller set of stairs that led to a door. He opened it, stepping aside on the small landing so she could go in ahead of him. His converted-attic room was warm and cozily cluttered with things. It smelled like him. Olivia's eyes immediately went to the records lining the wall next to a vintage record player. She walked over and examined them. They were all guitar-heavy albums: Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton, Pink Floyd.
She turned to look at his unmade bed and smirked at him. "You didn't even make your bed for me. You're a bad host."
Fitz grinned. "How many times have I come over and found you makeup-less and in your pajamas?"
Olivia laughed as she went to sit on his bed, picking up the book on his nightstand. He was reading Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison. She smiled at him. "Good book."
"I'm halfway through it," he replied as walked across the room to turn on the record player.
Solomon Burke's crooning filled the room. He walked back over to her and took the book then pulled her to her feet. He placed his hand in the small of her back and pulled her as close as he could, moving their hips to the music. He took complete control, moving their bodies slowly in a circular motion. They were rooted in the spot, staring intently at each other, as they danced. Olivia twined her fingers in his hair. Her core against his was sweet punishment. His hands slid down her body to the hem of her dress, lifting it and exposing her thighs to his room's cool air. His roughened fingers touched her goose-bumped flesh with aching tenderness that lit a fire in the pit of her stomach. Olivia was overwhelmed by the wanton need to be naked with him.
She slipped his t-shirt over his head, planting kisses on his chest and running her nails up and down his bare back in a way that made him shiver. Fitz slid the braided straps of her dress off her shoulders, exposing her bare breasts to him. He gripped the lush globe of her left breast, his fingers running over the sensitized tip. His lips found her neck, planting whispery kisses that made everything threaten to go black. Her dress slipped off her hips, pooling around her sandaled feet. She stepped out of the clump of dress, leaving her shoes behind, pressing her bare chest to his. Her fingers hooked on the waistband of his shorts and he watched as she slid them down, pausing to run her hands over the downy soft chestnut hair on his thighs. He stepped out of his shorts, pulling her to her feet and capturing her lips. Between his hands gripping her tender flesh and his tongue wrapped around hers, Olivia was seeing stars.
Fitz walked them back to the bed as the record changed. Otis Redding crooned low and sweet about love's exquisite pain as he lay her back on the bed, covering her body with his. His fingers pushed her panties aside and she gasped at the contact of his calloused skin with her soft, wet folds. Her jaw dropped when he worked two fingers inside her but she was mute. She had to grip the bed sheets to keep from rocking off the bed.
"We're not moving too fast, are we? You want this right?" he asked in a hoarse voice that told her that if they were going to stop it would have to be right then.
"God yes," she breathed before pulling him into a kiss. Soon they were naked and covered in a thin sheen of sweat caused purely by excitement. Fitz fumbled around in his nightstand drawer for a moment, finally producing a condom. Olivia watched as he rolled it on, admiring his length. She hoped he knew what to do with it. There was nothing worse than someone who had such a gift and fumbled haplessly with it. She'd had enough fumbling to last a lifetime with Jake. A sexual mastermind he was not. He set a jackrabbit's pace that often left her unsatisfied and a little chafed.
"Do you… Is there anything you…want?" he asked, looking at her curiously.
"What do you mean?" she asked in reply.
"Is there anything you really like? I'm not asking because I don't know what to do. I just want to make sure you enjoy yourself," he answered almost sheepishly. Olivia blinked at him, a small smile spreading over her face. He was the first guy to ever ask what she liked instead of just assuming that she'd like whatever he did to her.
"No. Not really. Just take your time," she replied.
Fitz blinked at her. "Are you…? You've done this before, right?"
Olivia almost laughed. "Of course I have. If I hadn't, I'd probably have told you before now."
Fitz smiled as he gently placed his body atop hers. "I know. I just didn't want to—"
"Stop talking," she whispered against his lips before kissing him. Fitz found every word he'd ever learned deserting him as he entered her warmth. He bit the delicate curve where her neck and shoulder met, his fingers digging into her hips.
"God you're tight," he groaned. Olivia's mouth opened to reply to him but nothing came out except a gentle whimper. She had never been so full. She twined her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging on them gently as she rocked her hips against his. Their slow pace was the sweetest of agonies. Fitz was gentle with her, like she was porcelain, mostly because to him she was. He wanted her to enjoy every moment. Olivia felt like crawling out of her skin. She wanted more but none at all. She wanted him to stop but she wanted him to go on forever. Her whole body was alive with pleasure that made every nerve stand on end.
"Ohgodyespleasedontstop," she whined when the pad of his middle finger came in contact with her firm bundle of nerves. She wasn't sure what all she said to him, if she made any sense at all, but she felt the world coming undone at the seams. She could barely understand what Fitz was mumbling against her neck and he moved inside her. Fitz could barely understand himself. He just knew that everything was her. She held the world at that moment. He increased his pace, spurred on by the keening cries that leapt from her lips as her nails dug into his shoulders.
He wrapped her legs around his waist. "God you're so wet, Liv…so tight…fuckfuckfuck."
"I'm gonna cum," she hissed, her eyes snapped shut. And then she did, loud and hard, her whole body trembling so violently that Fitz was momentarily concerned. His concern fell away quickly with the onset of his own climax. He shuddered and held her tightly, kissing her hard enough to steal her breath. They lay in an entanglement of limbs, panting and sharing exhausted kisses. Olivia twined her fingers in his damp curls, enjoying his warm body against her goose-bumped one. "If I didn't love you before, I definitely do now."
"Really? Cause this was all I wanted. You can get dressed and go now." He grinned at her when she smirked at her.
"Asshole," she laughed, playfully pinching the tip of his nose. Fitz rolled off her then pulled her body on top of his, delighting in the beautiful way she laughed.
"I do love you, Livvie," he assured, planting a kiss on her forehead.
She smiled at him. "I know." She couldn't resist reaching up and running her fingers through his hair. She loved his hair so much it was hilarious. She wanted to number and love every beautiful strand. "So what do we do now?"
Fitz grinned devilishly. "Well, I could screw you against the wall with my legs around my waist, but not before I push your knees to your chest and pound you senseless. I really wanna get you on all fours. I've been itching to pull that pretty hair."
Olivia smirked at him. "You dirty boy. I was thinking more of ordering some Chinese. I can see you're not hungry though."
"Are you hungry?" he asked, nuzzling her neck. She had wanted a little snack before, but the feeling of his nose brushing the lamb-soft skin below her earlobes stirred a wanton craving within her. She found his hand and guided it between her legs as he kissed down her neck to her chest before finally taking her right nipple between his lips. She withered with need when he swirled his tongue around it then tugged on it gently. He paused his agonizingly sweet ministrations to look up at her. "I asked you a question."
"What?" Olivia could barely remember her name, let alone what he'd asked her.
"Are you hungry Livvie?" Arrogance dripped from his voice and sent chills through her body. "Or do you want me?"
"I want…" Fitz's fingers slid inside her and she was suddenly mute.
"What do you want?" he teased, his breath skittering over her flesh and raising goose bumps everywhere.
"You," she hissed, fisting her hand in his curls.
A/N: I really hope y'all enjoyed this. Don't forget to leave your thoughts and feel free to make requests if you want! XOXO