A/N: Hi! So it's become like unofficially fanfic canon that Fitz is always older than Liv. Well I wanted to explore the opposite. What if Olivia was the older, more experienced, more serious one and Fitz was young and playful? This is the result of that curiosity. Hope you enjoy!
Olivia's phone buzzed just as she stepped out of the shower. She smiled, wrapping a towel around her body as she moved to pick it up off the counter. Her grin widened when she saw that it was a text from Fitz. She unlocked her phone, thinking that she was just as bad as the twenty-something interns at the publishing firm where she worked. She'd often found herself smirking as she listened to them gush over texts from some guy but there she was, grinning like a goon because he'd texted her. "Can't wait to see you. I even ironed my clothes (:" Why was she smiling so hard? It wasn't even that cute. She was lying. It was incredibly cute. She sent back: I'm not wearing any clothes. He replied almost immediately: Prove it lol. Olivia smirked at her phone. She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her bathroom door then smiled as she snapped a picture. She looked at it for a moment before she sent it to him. Again, he replied almost immediately: You're trying to kill me.
Olivia laughed as she left the bathroom. She went to her bedroom then into her walk-in closet. She wasn't sure what to wear, what this particular kind of date called for. She thought of one of her silk nightgowns but that would give him the wrong idea. She decided to just wear what she would normally wear on a Thursday night at home. She pulled on black leggings and a black tank top then topped it with her newest favorite purchase: a black cashmere cocoon sweater from The Row. It was almost floor-length on her 5'4 frame and she loved it because it swaddled her in the chicest way. She stepped into short powder pink UGGs then went to her dresser to brush her hair. She thought of pulling her almost too-long bob up but decided to leave it loose and wavy around her shoulders. Looking in the mirror, she knew she needed a haircut, but she was enjoying wearing her hair long like some of the younger girls at her job. In the mornings, it only needed a little shea butter and she was set. Her bone-straight bob had been quite laborious. She put on a little concealer and mascara, not wanting him to think she was one of those women who lived in makeup.
In the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of wine to settle her nerves. She wondered why she was so nervous. This was hardly the first time she'd had a man over, and she'd certainly been with men who warranted more nervousness than Fitz. But there she was, bouncing around on pins and needles as she awaited his arrival.
They'd met a month before in the park. She had been reading a manuscript when a soccer ball landed at her feet. Just as she went to pick it up, a much larger hand reached for it as a shadow blocked the sun. She hadn't been expecting his eyes to be so blue, or his smile to be so handsome. She definitely hadn't been expecting the fraternity letters beneath the monogram on his maroon v-neck sweater.
"Sorry," he'd said in a dangerously sexy baritone. What on earth could someone so young need with such a manly voice? And when had guys who pushed their hair—gorgeous as his thick, bourbon-colored hair was—back with headbands become so hot?
"It's okay." The ball could have hit her in the face if it meant she got to meet someone so cute.
He picked up the ball, and her fallen manuscript. He looked over the title then at her. "Did you write this?"
"No." She chuckled. She could have pissed out a better story, but that wasn't the appropriate thing to say. "I'm a publisher."
"That sounds interesting. I'm a mechanical engineering major at Georgetown."
Olivia smirked. "I went to George Washington."
He returned her smirk. "I'll try not to hold that against you. I'm Fitz Grant."
"I'm Olivia Pope. Nice to meet you." His large hand enveloped her small one and he smiled at her in a way that almost made her forget she was probably old enough to be his mother. She needed to get away from him and his sinfully handsome face. She looked down at her watch. "It was very nice to meet you but my lunch break is over and no one works if I'm not around."
He stepped back so she could stand, towering over her in a gentle, friendly way that made her feel safe and giddy. "We should talk again. Can I have your number?"
"For what?" She didn't realize how it sounded until he blinked at her.
His smile faltered a bit but didn't disappear. "So that when I text you later, you'll answer."
He couldn't have been any older than 22. And she was 30. They had nothing to talk about. "I'm sure you're very sweet but you're a little young for me, don't you think?"
He shrugged. "You're like 28."
She would never admit it but she was flattered. "I'm 30 but that's beside the point. You're like 20."
"I'm 19, actually, but that's also beside the point."
Olivia smirked. "I'm pretty sure that is the point."
"So I'm younger than you? And?"
"And nothing."
Fitz shook his head. "That's really shallow, Olivia."
She hated the disappointed look on his face. "I'm sorry you feel that way. But I've got to go."
"Can I walk you back to your office?"
"Aren't your friends waiting for you?"
He looked behind him. His friends were watching quizzically from a distance but she guessed they wouldn't approach while they assumed he was hitting it off with a woman. "They'll be okay. Come on."
Had his smile not been so charming, she'd have had a much easier time turning him down. "N—okay. But that's it."
"Okay." She watched as he threw the ball back to his friends then pointed at her then at the street. The nodded and went back to their game. He smiled as he looked back at her. "After you ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am." She couldn't even glare at him properly.
It took him 5 blocks to talk her into giving him her number. And 7 texts to convince her to go out lunch with him the next day. And 3 lunches on 3 consecutive days to get a dinner date. She hadn't expected him to be so persistent, or to enjoy his persistence as much as she had.
Now, she was on pins and needles waiting for him to show up. She hadn't expected to like him so much, or to be so nervous about sleeping with him. It was hardly her first time. But there she was, walking around making sure everything was perfect for him. She smiled at the sound of the doorbell. She put her wine glass on her coffee table then went to answer it, stopping by the mirror in the foyer to check her hair. She opened the door and smiled at Fitz as he stood on the other side.
"Hi." He gave a lazy smile as he leaned against the doorframe.
Olivia wondered why every word out of his mouth made her blush. Maybe it was those sapphire eyes, or that wayward curl that always dangled on his forehead, or the way he was always looking at her like she'd hung the moon. She smiled at him. "Hi."
"I got you this. My frat brothers said you should never show up to a lady's house empty-handed." He produced a bottle of red wine. Olivia took it and read the label: Yellowtail. It was cheap but she was touched that he'd remembered that she liked red wine. She was also curious as to how a 19-year-old had gotten his hands on wine.
"How did you get this, Fitz?" She stepped back to let him inside, looking up at him as he towered over her. There was something inherently boyish about his posture. He always leaned his weight on his left foot, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his head tilted as he looked down at her.
"I have ways." He looked over her head at her apartment as he stepped inside, dropping his navy L.L. Bean backpack by the door. He carried a backpack. She hadn't dated someone who carried a backpack since she'd carried one herself. "Nice place. Very grown up."
"Thank you." Olivia smiled as she led him to the couch. "Hungry? I was just about to start dinner."
"You cook?" Olivia nodded as she took his larger hand in hers and led him to her kitchen. Fitz turned her around in his arms and smiled at her. "You're the best."
Olivia ran her fingers through his hair. "Could you get any cuter?"
"Probably. I haven't tried." He lifted her off her feet and planted a kiss on her lips.
In the kitchen, Fitz dwarfed one of the stools at her island and watched as she put the wine away then pulled out a skillet and a pot. "Wanna wash these off for me?"
"Yes ma'am." She threw him a look over her shoulder and he smiled innocently. He moved around the island and took the dishes to put them in the sink. Olivia smiled at his muscular back rippling under his navy long-sleeved shirt as he washed the dishes while she took food from the refrigerator. "So what are we having?"
"Pan-seared duck a l'orange and finger-length potatoes."
Fitz grinned at her over his shoulder. "Sounds fancy. Next time, I'll cook for you. I'll make you my specialty: grilled cheese a la Fitz."
Olivia laughed. "What makes it a la Fitz?"
"Well I take two Kraft singles and cut them into strips and I put them on the bread, leaving a space in the middle which I then fill with shredded cheese. That way, there's a warm gooey center held in by sturdy borders."
Olivia blinked at him. "Is that what happens when engineering majors cook?"
He gave a boyish smile. "I've gotta do something with my spare time."
He finished scrubbing the pots and placed them on the stove then wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking his chin into the curve of her shoulder while she peeled oranges. "Some people like to slice the oranges and reduce them with the peel on but I've never cared for that. The peel's texture is all wrong for the duck."
"I've never had duck," he replied.
"It's very good. Some people say it tastes like chicken. Some people say it tastes like steak. I'm not really sure what I think it tastes like." He nuzzled the soft spot below her earlobe. "I've always found it odd that Americans don't eat more duck, especially since so many hunt them. Growing up in Paris, we had duck all the time. We ate it the way most people eat chicken."
"My mom's a vegetarian so we never ate meat, unless she was working late. Then my dad would order meat lovers' pizza and wings and we'd eat until we couldn't move." He picked up an orange slice and ate it. Olivia wiped the sticky juice off his bottom lip and smiled at him as she put the oranges in the pot. She turned on the stove and added a little water to the pot.
"Why don't you go turn on some music?" She needed him to stop touching her for a moment so she could regain a little self-control. If he was going to hold her that way, they were going to starve.
"Anything in particular?" He went to the living room and looked at her many CDs. "You have actual CDs? Cool."
"Some of those are older than you," she teased from the kitchen, watching him look through her music.
He looked up at her and smiled, holding up a Talib Kwali CD. "I don't even know what some of this stuff is."
"So sad." She shook her head, smiling. It was unbelievable that she was on a date with someone young enough to marvel at her CD collection. "Just push play on the stereo and we'll listen to whatever's in there."
He hit play and music filled the room as he made his way back to the kitchen. He resumed his seat at the island, watching as she nodded her head to the music. He didn't know what it was but he guessed it was 90s music from the beat. "What is this?"
"You've never heard "I Wanna Be Down"?" She blinked at him. "You're old enough to remember Moesha aren't you?"
"Not really. I was more into Barney in those days." He smiled at her.
"Well this is Brandy, the girl who played Moesha." She was in 7th grade when Moesha premiered. And he was in diapers. Unbelievable seemed to be the theme of the evening. He nodded, smiling as he watched her dance around to the song.
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"That was amazing, Liv." Fitz leaned back on the couch and gave a content sigh. Olivia watched with a smile.
"I'm glad you liked it. Do you want some more wine?"
"You don't have to get me drunk. I'm gonna sleep with you anyway." He laughed. "You didn't have to feed me either. I'm putting out regardless."
"Good to know." She reached over run her fingers through his hair. Her iphone buzzed on the coffee table. She leaned over and picked it up. It was her assistant, Quinn. She looked up at him apologetically. "Sorry. It's work. It'll be just a minute."
"I'll go put these in the dishwasher." He took their plates to the kitchen and she answered her phone.
"What's wrong?" Something had to be wrong if Quinn was calling so late.
"David Rosen read your notes on his manuscript and he not only disagrees, he's refusing to make the changes you suggested," Quinn replied.
"He can't refuse. He's under contract. Tell him to make the changes or scrap the book." Olivia had grown tired of David Rosen's shenanigans. She understood his sensitivity as an artist but he was completely inflexible about everything. If it was up to her, they'd have dropped his second book option months ago. But his first had been a New York Times bestseller, so they were stuck with him.
"I did. He won't."
Olivia rolled her eyes. Fitz came back into the room and sat on the couch beside her, leaning over to lay his head in her lap like a puppy. She raked her fingers through his curls. "Does he not know what breach of contract is? Does he realize we can sue him for every penny he has and the rights to his first book?"
"He apparently doesn't care."
Olivia frowned and Fitz reached up to lift the corners of her mouth until she gave him a smile. He rolled onto the floor and removed her boots, setting them aside. Olivia gave him a quizzical look. He reached for the waistband of her leggings. Olivia pushed his hands away with a smirk, pointing at the phone. "Did you tell him that even Jake hates his ideas and he wouldn't know a good book if it hit him in the face?"
"Yeah. He used that exact reasoning for not changing anything."
"He's an asshole." Olivia nearly leapt off the couch at the sensation of Fitz's nose nuzzling her core. She pushed him away, shaking her head at the mischievous grin on his face. He went for her leggings again, pulling on them despite her unwillingness to lift her hips. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, giving him leverage to pull her leggings down. He grinned at her as he poked his head through the space between her leggings and her now exposed panties. He ran his fingers over the dark purple lace waistband, smirking when Olivia pushed him away.
"Tell him…" Fitz's nose nuzzled her core through the thin silk of her panties and she forgot the world.
"Tell him what, Liv?" Olivia pushed Fitz's head away, suddenly remembering Quinn.
"Tell him we want to meet Monday at 10." Fitz's lips ghosted over the inside of her left thigh and she gasped.
"Liv?"
"Sorry. A bird startled me." Olivia got a good grip on Fitz's hair and pulled his face away. "Tell him we want to meet Monday at 10 and to either come ready to compromise or to bring his attorney."
"Okay. Don't forget you have to meet with Jake that day at 8:30."
"Okay. Have a good night." She hung up from Quinn and looked down at Fitz with a playful frown. "Proud of yourself?"
"Very." He grinned at her as he moved to take off her leggings. He nuzzled her core again and her head fell back. He kissed around the lacy edges of her panties, enjoying himself teasing her. He sunk his teeth into her right inner thigh, just enough to make her squirm away from him.
"I don't like being teased, Fitz." He gave her a sweet smile as he nuzzled her core again. She gave a groan that might have been annoyance, but sounded a lot like arousal. Her panties were soaked and Fitz was enjoying himself breathing in her heady scent. If she tasted as good as she smelled, he'd eat her for hours. He'd gut her like fruit. Olivia kicked her leggings off and wound her fingers in his hair, pulling his face close to her hot center. She was practically throbbing with need. Fitz smiled as he finally reached for the waistband of her panties. Olivia lifted her hips to help him. He slipped them off and looked at them.
"What's La Perla?" he asked, reading the silk tag on the back of the waistband.
"Think Victoria's Secret but much more expensive."
He smiled. "Anything other than boy shorts that say "Love Pink" on the butt is outside my realm of expertise."
Olivia laughed as she took her panties from him. "I'm a bit old to have slogans written on my butt."
"You could get away with it. You have a really nice butt, very slappable." He smiled at making her laugh, leaning over to nuzzle the back of her knee.
She jumped and giggled like a little girl. "How'd you know I'm ticklish there?"
"I didn't." He gave a mischievous smile. "But that's good to know."
"And why is that?" Her eyelids grew heavy at the feeling of his warm breath on her center.
"Because," his lips skittered over her glistening folds and breathing became a whole body task, "I wanna know everything about your body."
"Oh?" She watched as he pulled her slick lips apart and exposed her most intimate place to him.
"Mmhmm." He delivered a soft, almost tentative kiss to center, looking up at her face to see her reaction.
"Like what?" Her voice was shaky at best.
"Like what makes you squirm." He gave her a torturously slow lick that earned him a long, guttural groan that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "Mmm I like that noise." He gave her another lick that got him the same response. "Do you like that, Livvie?"
"Mmmm," was the only sound she could make as he dragged a nerve-wracking pattern on her bundle of nerves. Fitz smirked. She could do better than that. He pushed her legs back until her knees touched her shoulders.
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"Slow, baby, slow." He had to stop flicking his tongue against her clit so fast or she would crawl out of her skin. How long had it been? Hours? Days? His mouth had taken the concept of time from her. Olivia lay on her coffee table, squirming away from the edge and Fitz's wanting tongue. She couldn't even remember how she'd gotten on the table. Or the last time she'd been eaten so selfishly. It seemed Fitz couldn't get enough. She looked down at him. His eyes were closed as he kissed her the way he would kiss her mouth. He took her legs off his shoulders, pulling her back to the edge of the coffee table and planted her feet on the floor, spreading her open even wider for him. She wondered where someone so young learned to do such things. He sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth and her back arched. His tongue danced over her and she could feel herself unravelling again. She couldn't remember how many times she'd climaxed, just that this was surely going to be the one that killed her. She gripped his hair desperately, her thighs locking around his face so tightly that he had to hold them apart lest she suffocate him.
"Mmmm," he hummed, her clit still held captive by his lips. Her back arched further, almost enough to hurt. But she couldn't focus on the pain, not with his tongue swirling around her pearl. He slipped two fingers inside her scorching core and she began to convulse as her orgasm rocked her body. She didn't know if she was saying words or making any noise at all. Electricity shot through her veins. She banged her hands on the table, her lower half lifting and arching her back further like she was possessed. Her heart hammered like she was going to die at any moment. Fitz lapped up her sweet nectar, holding onto her thighs as she tremored with aftershocks. He looked up at her when she tugged on his hair. He couldn't decide if she was looking at him like he was a god or a monster so he just smiled as he moved to hover over her. "Do you know how good you taste? Have you ever tasted yourself?"
He didn't wait for an answer before kissing her lips. He thrust his tongue in her mouth and wrapped it around her own. Olivia moaned. She had tasted herself before, but there was something even sweeter about the taste of her on his lips.
"Where's your bedroom?"
"Down the hall." He stood with her in his arms and carried her to her bedroom. "Don't mind the mess. I've been swamped at work."
Fitz laughed. "Liv, I live in a frat house. Unless you have a goat running loose around here, I can handle any mess you've got."
The "mess" turned out to be a pile of dry clean only laundry in the armchair in the corner. Fitz smirked. "That's your mess? I'd hate to see a disaster in this house."
Olivia laughed and lightly smacked his chest. "Stop teasing me or I'm not gonna let you put out."
"Are you sure you wanna do that? I've been told I'm quite good at putting out." He set her on her feet and she pushed him back to sit on the bed. She slipped off his sweater and looked at his chest. The effortless sinew of youth was definitely one advantage he had over men her age, whose bodies were beginning to go soft with domesticity or careless bachelorhood.
She ran her fingers over his downy soft chest hair. "You're really muscular."
"I play soccer," he replied.
"I played field hockey in college. God I was so thin back then." She wondered why fate had conspired to make him come so long after she had. She could very much have fallen in love with a guy like him in college.
"You're perfect now." His hands clasped her hips and he kissed her soft, flat stomach.
"I'm not nearly as toned as I used to be. I jiggle now." She was finding it hard to be insecure about her body when he was holding onto her and nuzzling her stomach affectionately.
"I like you soft." He looked up at her with that sweet, boyish smile. "I like you period, Liv."
She couldn't help smiling back. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Somewhere waiting around for you to show up." She smiled wider, supping his face. Her hands moved to his shoulders and she pushed him back on the bed. She undid his belt and tugged his jeans off, smirking at the dancing bananas on his boxers.
"Nice underwear. Very frat boy."
He blushed and she wanted to kiss him breathless. "These are my lucky underwear. I wear them every game."
Olivia laughed as she took off her top and straddled him. His hands immediately went to her bra to unhook it. He removed it with an experienced quickness that made her smirk. She wondered how many bras he'd taken off in bedrooms much more youthful than hers, or backseats littered with backpacks and school sweatshirts. His eyebrows shot up as he looked at her breasts. "Whoa."
She gave him a confused look then remembered her pierced nipples. "Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you about those. I was a little wild in college."
"Whoa," he repeated, staring at them in wonder. "I never expected… Whoa."
"Touch them." He brought his left hand up to touch the silver barbell bisecting her nipple. The bud immediately tightened and sprang to life. He did the same to the right one, his eyes wide. "Do you like them?"
He could only nod, his eyes still fixed on her breasts. "I know some girls with some kinky tattoos but this is like a whole other level."
"Well tattoos weren't that cool in my day. But piercings were all the rage. I had my nose and lip pierced too, but I gave those up when I grew out of my grunge phase." Her eyes closed as his warm tongue delicately explored her right nipple. She wound her fingers in his hair, coaxing him further. He pulled on the bud with his teeth and she gasped as a wave of hot moisture flooded her center. Her hand went to the flap on his boxers and she was surprised by his hardness. She hadn't even touched him, and the things they'd done weren't particularly geared toward him, but he was so ready. He gave a soft groan as she fisted his length and pumped it encouragingly. Had she ever had a man react to her that way? Had anyone desired her so fervently?
He let go of her nipple and kissed her neck, his hips working in rhythm with her hand. "God, Liv. I want you so bad."
"Oh yeah? Prove it." She gave a delighted squeal when he flipped them over and his lips clamped onto her neck.
"You have a really big bed. I haven't had this much space to work with in…ever." Olivia laughed. She'd never imagined dating such a younger man would be the thrill it turned out to be. She expected to be constantly reminded of their age difference, but mostly he just made her laugh.
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"Wow. You are good at putting out." Olivia smiled at Fitz as they entangled in her sheets.
Fitz kissed her temple. "You're the best I've ever been with. I mean, you know stuff that I've never even thought of. I don't think I can ever have sex with anyone else."
Olivia blushed. She wasn't sure if he meant it, but she decided to take the compliment anyway. Fitz nuzzled her neck, giving a soft appreciative hum as he rolled on top of her. Olivia glanced at the clock. It was nearly 2 AM. She hated to sound old, but he had class the next day. "You've got class in the morning."
"I think I'm gonna skip. I wanna hang with you." He looked up at her. "That's okay, right?"
Olivia smiled at him. He was so cute that she could've kissed his face off. "I'm not making you breakfast."
"That's okay. We can just grab something quick. I've gotta go to the mall. I need a new sweater. Will you help me pick it out?"
"I guess I could do that." She kissed his stubbly chin.
He brushed her hair back from her face. "Question: how do you know when you need new underwear?"
Olivia laughed. "I think if you have to ask, you probably do. If I could make a suggestion: no more cartoon undies."
"What's wrong with my underwear?"
Olivia picked up his gray boxers and smirked at the dancing bananas on them. "I was just thinking that some basic black wouldn't hurt."
"Basic black. I can do that."
Olivia held up the boxers. "These are actually kind of cute. I know they're lucky but can I keep them?"
"Are you gonna wear them?"
"Yeah." She smiled at the somewhat awed look that crossed his face.
"That is so hot." He smiled at her. "Put 'em on."
"Right now?" She laughed when he nodded eagerly then rolled out of bed to slip the boxers on. She smiled at him as she pulled them up her legs then spun around so he could get the full view.
He gave her a dreamy smile. "You're so sexy."
Olivia laughed as she climbed into bed with him, straddling his waist and cupping his face in her hands. "You make me deliriously happy. Why?"
"I'm a catch." He gave a boyish smile. She laughed again, leaning over to touch her forehead to kiss him. He was immediately hard against her thigh. That was another perk to dating someone so young: he had the stamina of a horse.
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"I like it."
Olivia frowned. "I think you need a smaller size."
Fitz looked at himself in the Gap's full-length mirror, turning around to consider the navy sweater. "You think?"
"Yeah. That one fits like a hand-me-down." She watched as he slipped it off, revealing his tight gray t-shirt. She wondered where he found such tight t-shirts, and how such flimsy clothes didn't rip from the stress of his muscles. It was then that she noticed the slouchiness of his jeans. "You need new jeans too. Those are falling off."
He smirked. "They're supposed to be loose, Liv."
"Loose is fine. Baggy isn't." He shook his head. Olivia smirked as she got up to go stand behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, ducking her head under his arm to look up at him sweetly. "Will you try on smaller jeans? Pretty please? For me?"
Fitz looked down at her with a smirk. "For you, I guess. What do I get in return?"
"I'll take you to Chuck-E-Cheese."
He turned around and pulled her close. "Are you making fun of me?"
"And if I was then what?" She gave him a challenging smile.
"I would suggest you stop." He gave her butt a firm squeeze as a warning.
Olivia reached up and tucked his wayward curl back underneath the thin black headband holding his curls out of his face. "I think I'll keep it up to see what I get for it."
After checking the size of his pants, she went off in search of better fitting ones, leaving Fitz in the dressing room trying on the smaller sweater. She came back a moment later with a pair of dark jeans that fit perfectly. Fitz looked at her unsurely. "They hug my butt."
"They're supposed to. You have a very nice butt, very slappable." She gave him a teasing grin.
Fitz pulled her into the dressing room, taking a firm hold of her waist. "Are you still making fun of me?"
"I most certainly am." She cocked a perfectly arched eyebrow at him.
Fitz shut the dressing room door and pressed her against it. "Then you'll get what you deserve."
He hoisted her off her feet, earning a shocked whispered shout of his name. He just smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist. "No, no, no, Livvie. You brought this on yourself."
"We can't." But he was already kissing her neck in a way that made her eyelids heavy. He pressed her harder into the door and slid his hands under her full emerald green skirt. He found the crotch of her black panties damp with excitement.
"But you want to." She hated the goose bumps that rose on her skin when his soft lips nibbled on her earlobe as he spoke.
"Fitz!" She wanted to tell him to stop but her mouth couldn't form the words.
"Hmm?" He smirked at her closed eyes as he used one hand to hold her up while he unzipped his jeans. His erection sprung free and they both groaned at its contact with the silk of her panties. He managed to push his jeans down to his knees then moved her panties aside.
"Mmm." She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, stifling the loud groan creeping up her throat as he rubbed up and down her slippery folds. He pushed into her wetness, biting on her neck to keep from groaning. Olivia let out a loud gasp that Fitz covered with his mouth. He moved slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her, but it proved more difficult than he'd originally imagined. He needed to move faster. He needed her to feel the force of his desire. Olivia clasped his shoulders desperately, chewing his bottom lip like bubblegum. Fitz used one hand to pull her shirt up out of her skirt and pull her right breast from the flimsy cup of her mostly lace black bra. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and she groaned, her teeth sinking into his lip. He knew it would probably hurt later but he couldn't focus on that. Olivia slipped her hand between their bodies and stroked her pearl the way he had done the night before to make her cum until her knees shook. She let go of his lip for fear she would draw blood and clamped onto his neck instead.
"Fuck Liv…" She would never grow tired of the way he moaned her name.
"Faster! I'm gonna cum!" He immediately granted her wish, gripping her waist tightly so that he could quicken his pace. He tilted her back slightly, giving him the perfect angle to hit her spot. Olivia fisted his hair and pulled him in for a deep kiss so he could swallow what she was sure were moans that would wake the dead. Her body convulsed against him, her core muscles spasming wildly in a way that pulled him onto her ride to oblivion. His pace quickened once more, his hips thrusting into hers with so much force that he was surprised the dressing room's door wasn't shaking. Or maybe it was. He couldn't comprehend anything but the tension in his body. He'd never had a woman wind him up the way Olivia did. He groaned loudly in her mouth as he finally exploded after a small eternity on the precipice. His climax was all it took for Olivia to snap. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she quivered in his arms. Fitz planted a kiss on her sweaty brow and held her tightly until her trembling subsided. She kissed his Adam's apple. "I can't believe we just did that."
"I can't believe nobody heard us." He lifted her off his softening member and set her gently on her feet. Olivia's hands shook as she reached under her skirt to fix her underwear. She tucked her shirt in and finger-combed her hair back into some semblance of order. Fitz stepped out of his new jeans and pulled on his old ones. "I think I like these jeans."
Olivia smirked at him. "I bet you do. It's just as well. I'm pretty sure you have to buy clothes after you've had sex in them."
Fitz laughed as he zipped his pants. They left the dressing room trying to pretend that nothing had taken place, but Olivia was sure the attendant was smirking at them as they passed her. They quickly paid for his clothes then went to Calvin Klein to pick out new underwear.
"Boxers or briefs?" Olivia asked, holding up a package of each.
"Boxer briefs." Fitz picked up a package of black boxer briefs to examine them. "Organic cotton and a supportive pouch? These are the undergarments of kings!"
Olivia laughed, covering her mouth and doubling over. She'd always thought that dating a younger man would be taxing and tedious, but mostly he just made her laugh. He made her light. She never worried when she was with Fitz. She never analyzed when she was with Fitz. She had fun, something she hadn't done with a man in a long time. Being "at that age"—the time at which her biological clock was supposed to alarming—she often found herself worrying about what her future could be with a man, what sort of man he really was beneath the "we just started dating" veneer, and if she could deal with what lay beneath that veneer. Fitz was just a guy, and there was a magic to his simplicity that she couldn't comprehend. When she stopped laughing, she found him looking at her with a smile she hadn't seen from him. "What?"
"Man do I love you."
Her eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened. "You…love me?"
"Well yeah. I thought you knew." He gave a shrug of his broad shoulders, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted as he looked down at her.
"No. I didn't know." She could only laugh at his boyish presumptuousness.
"Well I do." He gave another shrug, still smiling at her. Olivia moved closer to him, reaching out to push his hair back from his face. It was nearly as long as hers, stopping at his earlobes in delightfully unruly ringlets. She smiled up at him, standing on tip toe to kiss his lips. He held her there for a moment, just pressing his lips to hers before a giggle broke them apart. Fitz furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at her. "What's funny Liv?"
"I love you too." She was giggling in earnest now, her face buried in his chest.
He used her chin to lift her face, smirking at her. "Why's that so funny?"
"I just never imagined I'd be in love with a teenager. You can't get into bars. You can't rent a car!" She wiped tears from her eyes as she laughed. Fitz just smiled until her giggles subsided, guessing there was more. She cupped his face. "But you're perfect. How'd you get so perfect?"
He shrugged. "I'm just a catch, I guess."
She began laughing again and this time, he joined her. He leaned against the table and she leaned against him, her face buried in his clean-smelling sweater, as they laughed. They didn't know if it was fate, or serendipity, or sheer luck. Whatever it was, though, was perfect.
A/N: I don't know if I'll do more parts to this. I can if y'all want though. Don't forget to review! XOXO