A/N: So this is the third installment of "The Preacher's Daughter." I love these kids to pieces. But, as I've already mentioned, I love Olitz endlessly. I'm currently working on a college period piece set in the mid-50s that will be up as soon as I do some serious editing. The part 2 for "Southern Grace" is taking a little longer than originally intended because I've got some research to do about some things I'm discussing. Not sure if any of you follow me on tumblr but I posted about turning one of these serials (Southern Grace, A Meeting of the Minds, Cop Car, The Preacher's Daughter, or the currently untitled college piece) into a stand-alone story after YAINTGB wraps up (which won't be for a while as I've got like 15 more chapters lined up) but feel free to let me know which one y'all would like to see become a story as the decision will probably be left up to y'all anyway because I can't pick.
Olivia was putting her breakfast dishes in the dishwasher when she heard the unmistakable honk of Fitz's car outside. She smirked as she left the kitchen, headed for the living room where her backpack was waiting. She was surprised to find her father at the window waving at Fitz. The two had met briefly and seemed to hit it off pretty well though her father would never admit that he liked Fitz.
"Morning Dad," Olivia greeted as she grabbed her backpack and slung it onto her left shoulder.
"Morning Liv," he replied as he turned away from the window to look at her. He frowned at the sight, or rather the lack of visibility, of her Nike shorts from under her large gray long-sleeved Octavian County Outlaw Basketball t-shirt, a shirt he guessed belonged to Fitz. "I wish you'd buy longer shorts."
"They don't come any longer than this," Olivia replied.
"Seems like you should have the option when they cost me $30 a pair." He smiled good-naturedly at his only child. It amazed him that she looked more like her dearly departed mother, Maya, every day while still reminding him of her maternal grandmother, Ester, who looked like nothing like her deceased child. "Do you need money for the beach?"
Olivia's eyes widened. She wondered how her father knew about her senior skip day plans. "Wha—"
"You think we didn't have senior skip days when I was in high school? Just don't get into any trouble. I've got enough to deal with with the church renovations without you getting in any trouble."
Olivia's face collapsed into a frown. She knew he loved the Lord and subsequently the church, but would it have killed him to make her a top priority just once? People expected him to be a strict father because he was a minister and Olivia supposed he would have been if he was actually present to do any parenting. Every day something about the church required his attention, leaving her mostly to regulate herself with only his admonishment to "do the right thing." Had he been given a less than level-headed child Eli Pope might have made a little more time to be around and supervise their behavior and there were times when Olivia thought of deliberately getting into trouble just so he'd stop and pay attention to her. But she never did. She knew his work was important and that acting out wouldn't get her the kind of attention she wanted from him.
"I won't Dad." With a kiss and a twenty dollar bill pressed in her palm, Olivia was out the door, skipping happily to the car with a grin that was all Fitz. He reached over and opened her door.
"Morning pretty girl," he said when she got in, tossing her backpack onto the backseat.
"Hi." She sat up on her knees and leaned over the console to kiss him.
He groaned when she sucked on his bottom lip. "If you're giving me kisses like that, you must want something."
"I wanna drive." She smiled at him sweetly. "Pretty please, baby?"
He smirked at her as he unbuckled his seat belt. "I'm trusting you with my baby. Don't make me regret this."
She grinned as she hopped out of the passenger seat. "I won't! I promise!" She skipped around the car, yelping when Fitz smacked her bottom as he passed her. She slid into the driver's seat and frowned. "You're so far away from the steering wheel."
Fitz laughed. "No. You're so far away from the steering wheel." He watched with an amused smile as she adjusted the seat and mirrors. "Baby you need a car seat."
"Shut up! I'm not that short!" She laughed as she started the car.
"You can drive right? Like you have a license and all that?"
"Of course I do." She pulled away from the curb and revved the engine, grinning at him. "Why would you think I didn't?"
"I've never actually seen you drive, Livvie. You ride to school with Quinn, and I drive you everywhere else. It's a legitimate question."
"I only ride to school with Quinn so I can ride home with you. Before we met, I drove every day. And I only let you drive me everywhere because you're a caveman." She gunned the engine and sped off down the street.
"Hey! Slow down!" Fitz exclaimed as she sped out of her cul-de-sac.
Olivia laughed as she broke her speed slightly. "It's a sports car. Why wouldn't I go fast?"
"Because this is my baby," he answered.
"I thought I was your baby."
He reached over and took her right hand, sliding his fingers between hers. "You are, but I love this car."
She turned up the radio, filling the car with country music. Olivia smirked at him before changing the station. He watched as she rapped along with Nicki Minaj. She was so cute. "So you love the car more than me?"
He squeezed her hand. "There's nothing I love more than you, Livvie."
"There's nothing I love more than you either, Fitz." She grinned at him as she pulled into the Taco Bell parking lot. "Except maybe Taco Bell."
He reached over and pinched the tip of her nose. "That sassy little mouth is gonna get you in trouble."
"I hope so," she replied with a smile as she cut the ignition. She got out of the car, stopping to wait for him to get out too. He walked around the car and wrapped his arms around her, smiling at her like she'd hung the moon.
"Hi," he said before leaning down to kiss her. He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked into the brightly lit restaurant. They leaned against the wall after ordering their food. He kissed her cheek, looking down at her phone screen as she texted Quinn to tell her they had stopped for food and would be at the beach as soon as possible.
"I hope you're not gonna leave me hanging to be with Quinn all day," he said.
Olivia looked back at him with a smile. "When have I ever left you hanging?"
"You know how the two of you get."
"We're funny. You should be honored to hang out with us."
He smirked. "Y'all are obnoxious."
"Well your teammates will be there so if we get too obnoxious," she laughed, mostly because she and Quinn were obnoxious together, "you can go hang with them."
"I wanna hang with you," he replied, his lips on her earlobe.
"You just wanna watch me run around in my bikini." With Quinn's help, Olivia had bought her first bikini, a fringed tribal print bandeau and coral bottoms with a ruffled waistband and leg holes. She had kept it hidden from Fitz, wanting to surprise him.
He laughed a little. "That too."
After they got their food, Olivia sped them down side streets toward the public beach, singing along with the radio in between bites of nachos hand-fed to her by Fitz from the passenger's seat. It was nearly 10 when they reached the beach, already sprinkled with clusters of skipping senior frolicking in the sun. Being April, it was pleasantly warm but not so hot that they were uncomfortable. Olivia grabbed her backpack off the backseat then hopped out of the car, scanning for Quinn. Fitz watched, transfixed as she pulled his t-shirt over her head, revealing her tiny bikini top.
"Shit Liv, you should've told me about that before you got me out here in front of people," he teased, walking over to her and taking hold of her waist. He ran his hands up and down her warm skin, creating goose bumps on her flesh.
"So you like it? You haven't even seen the whole thing," she replied, blushing as stared unabashedly at her cleavage. She loved that he had seen her naked but that her clothed body still left him flabbergasted.
"I think the whole thing might give me a heart attack." He laughed, toying with the drawstring of her shorts. She peeled the shorts off, turning her back to him as she did so he could get the full view. Fitz swallowed hard. "Fuck Liv…"
Olivia smiled at him as she turned back to him. "I take it you like it then."
"I do, but baby you've gotta put your shorts back on," he replied.
She blinked at him. "Why?"
"I'm not going to be able to watch you run around in those little bottoms all day."
Olivia laughed. "Let's go. I see Quinn."
After joining up with Quinn and her boyfriend Stephen, two four seniors got a game of flag football going between the guys and girls. The girls were up by 3 touchdowns, being smaller and faster than the guys, when Fitz managed to get the ball away from Quinn and head for the in-zone.
"Liv! Get him!" He barely had time to register Quinn's yelling when Olivia jumped onto his back and knocked him to the ground, giggling as she wrestled the ball away and darted to her own in-zone. She scored a touchdown and spiked the ball, whooping and jumping excitedly. He couldn't help smiling at her as he got to his feet. He walked over and lifted her off her feet from behind.
"You're a dirty cheater," he teased, kissing her cheek.
"I'm a winner," she replied. He set her on her feet and smacked her sandy bottom.
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Fitz could feel himself growing more livid by the second as he watched Olivia talk to a guy from Jefferson County high. The two had been engaged in a spirited conversation since the Jefferson County seniors arrived at the beach nearly an hour before, with the guy touching Olivia's arm too frequently for Fitz's comfort.
"Go over there and deck him," Stephen urged, grinning at Fitz's red face.
"I just might," Fitz replied, flexing his hand in and out of a fist.
Stephen placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Don't. It's not worth it."
"He's flirting with my girlfriend." Just saying the words aloud made Fitz angrier.
"Then talk to your girlfriend," Stephen advised. He didn't think it was a good idea for Fitz to talk to anyone but he didn't want Fitz getting into a fight. Fitz stormed to where Olivia and the guy sat and glared at her. Olivia looked up at him and smiled, not registering his annoyance.
"Fitz, this is Harrison. He plays basketball at Jefferson. We're old friends," she said, getting up and wrap her arms around him. She smiled at Harrison. "Harrison, this is my boyfriend Fitz."
"Nice to meet you, Fitz. Your girlfriend's amazing," Harrison said, smiling at Fitz as he stood to shake Fitz's hand. He frowned at Fitz's too tight grip.
"Yeah," Fitz replied, not smiling. He looked down at Olivia. "I'm ready to go."
"Already? It's only 9:30," she said, trying to read and place the anger etched on his face.
"We've been here all day, Olivia," he replied. Olivia frowned. He never called her Olivia unless he was pissed. She wondered what had happened.
"Okay," she said, delivering a gentle kiss to his chest. "I'm gonna grab my stuff and tell Quinn we're going. Why don't you go get the car?"
"Okay." He kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip as he pulled away. Olivia looked at him with wide eyes. She wondered what had gotten into him. He let her go almost reluctantly, glowering as he dug in his pocket for his car keys. He turned to leave, not wanting to leave her there with Harrison as she slipped her shorts on and stuffed her things in her backpack.
"What's his problem?" Fitz whipped around when he heard Harrison's muttered question.
"What did you say?" he demanded before Olivia could answer.
Harrison straightened. He and Fitz were eye to eye with Olivia standing uncomfortably between them. "I asked what your problem is. Although, I was talking to Olivia."
"My problem is you talking to my girlfriend like I won't kick your ass," Fitz replied, stepping closer and using his right hand to back Olivia away.
She took a few steps back, looking at him with wide eyes. She'd never seen him look so angry. "Fitz, let's go."
Fitz didn't even look at her. He never broke eye contact with Harrison. Harrison smirked. "Could this little attitude you're putting on be the reason your girlfriend was talking to me for the last hour instead of you?"
Olivia yelped at the contact of Fitz's fist with Harrison's nose and the audible crunch of bone and cartilage smashing. "Fitz!"
Again he didn't look at her, instead focusing on standing over Harrison as he lay in the sand trying to fend off Fitz's blows to his face. He managed to land one good punch to Fitz's jaw that unfortunately for him earned two more of Fitz's swift punches to his face. Stephen raced over, breaking over the crowd that had gathered, and grabbed Fitz off Harrison. Fitz tried to shake him off, bellowing, "Let me go!"
"Fitz!" This time he looked at her. Olivia, his Livvie, looked so small and scared as she stared at him with her hands over her mouth. He instantly calmed and Stephen let him go. Quinn stood behind Olivia, holding onto her best friend and looking at him like he was a monster. He rubbed his jaw where Harrison had punched him then went to pick up Olivia's backpack and towel.
"I'm sorry Livvie," he said, looking down at her as she stared up at him, her lip quivering.
"Let's go," she said softly, looking back at Quinn. "I'll text you later."
"You better," Quinn replied, looking from her best friend to Fitz. Olivia stormed to Fitz's car with him hot on her heels. She opened the passenger door and climbed over the seat onto the backseat, reaching up and slamming the door closed. Fitz got into the driver's seat and looked at the passenger's seat in confusion before quickly realizing where Olivia was. He turned to her, his face dripping with shame.
"I'm sorry, Livvie," he repeated. "I just… Watching him talk to you and he kept touching you… I just lost it."
"Harrison is my friend! I've known him for years. We were on the swim team together back in D.C. when we were in middle school. If you wanted to know who he was, you could've asked instead of storming around like you're Mike Tyson!" He hadn't expected her to yell at him.
"I'm sorry," he repeated. "But what did you expect me to do when he was flirting with you?"
"Be an adult! I don't care that he was flirting with me. I didn't even notice it. If you love me like you claim, then who cares if some guy is flirting with me? I came with you. I'm leaving with you. You had no right to act that way!"
Fitz climbed over the seat and joined her in the back, a rather difficult task given his size. He ran his hands through his wild hair. The lights of the parking lot gleamed through the windows and she frowned at the fist-sized bruise developing on his jaw. He sat hunched over, not looking at her. "I'm sorry Livvie. I really am. I shouldn't have acted like that."
He flinched at her fingertips brushing his bruised face. Olivia scooted closer. "I don't care who flirts with me. Guys do it all the time. I only care when it's you, Fitz." She made him look at her. "You scared me."
"I'm sorry." He meant it. She knew he did.
"Don't do it again."
"Okay." She peppered kisses on his bruist then finally his lips.
"I love you," she whispered, climbing into his lap.
"I know," he assured.
"Only you."
"I know." His ran his hands up and down her back. "I just can't handle someone touching you and making you smile. You're mine, Livvie. I've never been very good with sharing."
She leaned back to look at him, her eyes wide and shining with love. He smiled, something that caused a surprising amount of pain. "You never have to share me. But you can't act like that."
"I know." He ran his fingers through her hair then down her back to the thin straps holding her top together. He planted kisses on her chest, writing love letters on her lungs that made it hard to breathe. Olivia ran her hands through his hair, her breathing shallow. She could feel him rigid underneath his shorts. Fitz slipped her top off, taking her right nipple in his mouth and tweaking the left one between his thumb and index finger. He was surprised by her hands wandering into his lap and inside the waistband of his red basketball shorts.
"God Liv," he groaned when she grabbed hold of him, running her fingers over his veiny length. She stroked him gently, curiously, enjoying the way he reacted to her touch. Fitz was sure he would explode if she didn't stop. Worse, once he exploded, he couldn't say that he'd be able to stop. "Liv, you have to stop."
"I don't want to stop," she murmured against his mouth. He squeezed her breasts firmly, his head falling back as she pulled his erection out of his shorts and continued stoking him. He groaned loudly when she ran her thumb over the tip. She looked at his red face. "Am I doing this right? Does it feel good?"
"Fuck yes," he moaned. Good was an understatement for what her hand felt like on him. His hands moved to her shorts, tugging at the waistband. Olivia rolled off him so she could take her shorts off, ridding herself of her bikini bottoms while she was at it. She climbed back into his lap and kissed him hard. She'd never been so needy, so wanting, so desperate for his touch. She wasn't sure if it was the way he looked talking about his jealousy or the sense that he needed her just as badly, but she was practically trembling with excitement. Fitz watched her tug on his shorts for a moment before realizing what she wanted and lifting his hips so she could get them along with his underwear off. He croaked, "Are you sure about this, Livvie? We don't have to if you're not ready."
"I'm ready," she replied, straddling him. There was no going back. She was naked and in his lap, breathless and wanting. She took hold of him, pecking his lips and watching him curiously. "Do you want to?"
He licked the curve of her jaw. "I've never wanted anything more than this, Liv."
He reached between her legs and groaned at the feeling of her warm and wet. "Oh baby, you're so wet."
"Just for you," she panted. His fingers on her bundle of nerves and his lips on her neck blurred the edges of the world.
"Lift up a little," he instructed. Olivia looked confused but did as he asked, watching with interest as he reached underneath her to retrieve something from the pocket on the back of the seat. She looked down and smirked at the sight of a bundle of condoms. He looked at her with a smile. "I'm always prepared."
"Exactly what kind of emergencies were you expecting?" Olivia teased.
Fitz smiled. "Ones like these."
"Good point." She opened the condom wrapped and looked at it then down at Fitz's member pointing up at her.
"Just roll it on," he instructed. She did as he said, working slowly enough to earn a groan of appreciation or possibly impatience. When she got it on, she looked at him. He gave her a soft smile. "We don't have to do this, Livvie."
"I want to. Will it hurt?" she asked, feeling childish.
"Yeah, a little," he answered. She looked unsure and a little afraid. He rubbed her sides. "I'm sorry baby. I should've talked to you about this. I just thought…"
She climbed off him, moving to sit beside him. "You thought I'd know because everyone else knows because everyone's done it but me."
"Livvie…" She shook her head to stop him, pulling her knees up to her chest.
"It's not your fault. I'm just a prude. Or I was when I should've been learning about this stuff. I'm sorry."
Fitz smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap. "Livvie, baby, it's okay. You're not a prude. You're perfect." She smirked at him. He smiled wider. "You are perfect, to me anyway. You're beautiful and smart and sexy… God you're sexy, baby."
His words coupled with the warmth of his skin made lit a fire in her stomach. She spread her legs as best she could, pulling his hand between them sheepishly. Fitz knew what she wanted. He slipped his fingers inside her, loosening her as best he could. Her hand found its way into his lap and she gripped him, provoking a groan against her neck. He sped up his ministrations, not stopping until dug her nails into his arm and exploded with a keening cry. He was surprised by how quickly she straddled him.
"This is gonna hurt baby," Fitz explained as he positioned himself at her entrance. He was about to pull her down onto him but stopped and looked at her. "You do it."
"Do what?" She looked down at their nearly joined bodies.
"You put it in, that way you can control the pace. It'll work better that way." She gasped as she lowered herself down on him. Fitz groaned, trying not to combust upon entry. His hands gripped her thighs. She set a slow, grinding pace, barely moving against him at first as she got used to the feeling. He was right. It did hurt. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. Fitz kissed the red spot on her bottom lip, holding her tight against him. "I'm sorry it hurts baby. It'll stop. Just keep doing what you're doing."
Fitz found himself transfixed by her face as she experienced him. It wasn't just that he was her first. It was that she wanted him, that she wanted only him. He smiled when the pleasure ebbed between the pain and her mouth fell open slightly, ragged breaths escaping as she quickened her pace. She built a steady rhythm, alternating to pleasure herself, slow and deep then a little faster. He loved the way she held his shoulders, her forehead resting against his.
"Does it feel better baby?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Mmhmm," she replied, her eyes closing as he took hold of her hips. She gasped when he matched her strokes. He slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing her bundle of nerves with enough force to make her emit high-pitched cries. "Oh God, Fitz!"
Fitz dug his fingers into her soft flesh, groaning against her neck about how good she felt. He could feel her channel ripple with small spasms signaling she was nearing an explosion. He had seen her come undone a million times, but this was different. This was their first time. He watched her eyes roll back as she moved against him at a harder, faster pace. She let out a high-pitched moan that shook him to his core. It was a new sound, a different sound, that he wanted to hear forever. It was the kind of sound that made him want to crawl out of his skin.
"Ohgodyesyesyesyes!" With another high-pitched cry, she splintered into a million pieces, her whole body shaking against him with such force that she threw Fitz over the edge too. His fingertips created constellations of bruises on her hips as he held her still and thrusted into her, his teeth creating a crescent on her neck with his release. He collapsed against her, pushing her into the back of the passenger seat.
"Fuck," he murmured. It was the only word that came to mind, the only utterance that could describe what had just happened. He had finally been with the girl of his dreams and it was nothing short of mind-blowing. He worshipped her neck with wet kisses, trailing them up to her lips. "I love you, Livvie."
Olivia smirked at him, reaching up to pinch his cheek, something only she could get away with doing. "I suppose I love you too."
Fitz laughed and bit her neck gently. "You better."
They snuggled for a few more minutes then got dressed.
"I guess you should take me home since you've defiled me." Fitz smirked at her.
"Um, let's not forget that you're the one who put your hands down my pants," he reminded, smacking her bottom as she climbed into the passenger seat. She smirked at him as he let his seat up then opened the door so he didn't have to climb over the seat again. He got into the driver's seat and smiled at her. "So do you think you and Harrison are still friends?"
Olivia rolled her eyes at him. "Maybe after his face heals, but somehow I doubt it."
"Well you've always got me."
She smirked at his handsome smile. "Well aren't I the lucky one?"
He reached over and took her hand, sliding his fingers between hers. "You are and you know it."
"Whatever." She smirked at him. "So do you think Harrison will want to be your friend when he heals?"
"Probably not. Rearranging someone's face isn't really the kind of thing that sparks friendship." He grinned at her. "Apparently it's a good way to get your girlfriend to put out though."
"Keep talking and I'm gonna mess up the rest of your pretty face." She fixed him with a cute glare that made him laugh.
"You wouldn't hurt me. You love my pretty face."
Olivia laughed as she reached over and grabbed his face, squishing the lower half. "How could I not love this pretty face?"
He smiled at her as he started the car. "So when we get to your house you're gonna make me a grilled cheese, right?"
"Um, no," she replied with a smirk.
Fitz grinned, toying with her fingers as he pulled out of the parking lot. "I know you're new to this sex thing, but when someone gives you an orgasm, you make them a sandwich as a thank you."
"Well I want the crusts cut off my grilled cheese," she replied with a grin.
"Would you really eat something I cooked?" he asked, giving her a knowing look. A culinary mastermind he was not. Cereal was probably the extent of his cooking expertise.
She smirked at him. "I'm only going to make our sandwiches to save us both from food poisoning."
"And because you love me."
She rolled her eyes. "Only a little."
A/N: Don't forget to leave your thoughts! XOXO