A/N: Hi! This one shot is based on Hozier's performance at the VS Fashion Show. He was so shy and adorkable when the models were waving at him and it just made my heart swell because I love him to pieces. I also have a fetish for a long-haired Fitz so combining him with Hozier so I could imagine him singing those songs and playing with that luscious hair just made my day. And imagining Olivia as a VS Angel was just icing on the cake. Hope y'all enjoy!
Fitz found himself surrounded by more beautiful women than what seemed possible as he fumbled through the bull pen where they all milled about, intricately extravagant wings and ridiculously expensive yet scanty lingerie. Some were as tall as him, looking at him with wide mascaraed eyes. He smiled politely at all of them, searching for the hair stylist charged with taming his wild, shoulder-length curls. He had tried to help by brushing his hair earlier in the day but it had rebelled royally and was now wild around his face. He was relieved when he finally found the hair area.
A tall redhead with a headset looked up at him. "You're next. Sit there."
She pointed a long finger at a folding chair perpendicular to the large leather styling chair holding the model whose long, dark brown hair she was winding around a silver curling iron. He smiled when the model held up her phone and made a silly face at its camera. "Selfie with me Abbs."
"Abbs" leaned over and made an equally silly face at the camera. The model snapped the picture then the two resumed their work.
Cyrus Beene, the show's director, marched through the bull pen, red-faced and trailed closely by his assistant James. "I need Fitz and the girls doing the Very Sexy collection ready in 8 minutes! Eight minutes!"
"Hurry up Abby. Queen Beene is about to have a coronary." The lip-glossed smile on her pouty lips made Fitz smile. Abby made quick work of her hair and they took another selfie before she hopped out of the chair. Fitz was surprised by her short stature. She couldn't have been any taller than 5'5. But she was just as shapely as the other models, sporting black lingerie that was mostly lace. Abby stepped around the chair and helped her situate a pair of enormous black wings on her thin back. She looked down at her bare feet. "Where are my shoes?"
Fitz glanced around and found the black pumps beneath his chair. He picked them up and held them out to her. "Here they are."
"Thanks." She smiled at him. "You're the singer, right?"
"I guess… I mean, yes. I'm Fitz Grant." He smiled shyly at her, wondering when he'd get over his bashfulness at his fame and become as silver-tongued as some other musicians he knew. He placed her shoes in front of her and offered his hand for her to hold as she stepped into the sky high stilettos. She took it and stepped into the left one, teetering as the apparently heavy wings acted as a counterbalance. He instinctively reached for her waist to steady her. "I've got you."
She smiled at him as she stepped into her other shoe. "I'm Olivia. Olivia Pope, the Nouvel Ange."
"What's that?" He had never heard anything sexier than French rolling off her tongue.
"New Angel. I'm the breakout star of the year, like Candice was last year." She wore a small, proud smile.
Fitz grinned back. "Congratulations. I'm supposedly something of a breakout star myself. That's what Rolling Stone said anyway."
"I love your song."
He blushed as he smiled up at her. "Thank you."
"Who's it about?"
He blinked at her. "Um, no one."
She looked at him in surprise. "Really? I would think there would be some whirlwind of a girl behind a song that intense."
He shook his head, still smiling. "No such luck. I can't even remember the last time I went on a date."
Abby beckoned him into the chair and he moved to sit there. She ran her fingers through his unruly hair. "You've got good hair, almost like a girl's. What do you do with it?"
"Wash it," he replied.
"Ugh. Men. All this gorgeous hair and you just ruin it with Axe shampoo." She combed through his hair then began rubbing something that smelled like cucumbers in it.
"It's Head & Shoulders, actually."
"Ew."
Olivia snickered as she placed her foot in the chair to fix the silk bow on the back of her pump. Fitz found his eyes glued to her nearly visible ass as she leaned over. She switched feet and Fitz swallowed hard. Abby raked the comb through his hair. "I'm going to write down the name of a hair care line that I want you to buy and if you don't, I'm going to shave your head. Do you understand me?"
Fitz laughed. "Yes ma'am."
Olivia stood upright then turned to sit in the chair. "Nice hair, superstar. Very rock and roll."
Fitz smirked at her as he turned to look at himself in the mirror. Abby had tamed his curls completely. They were still wild but in a way that looked much more intentional. He looked back at Olivia sheepishly. "Do you really like it?"
"You're hotter than a grease fire," she teased with a smile.
"Everybody line up! Right now people! I'm not talking to myself!" Cyrus stormed through the bull pen again, his face an alarming shade of red despite the show having gone off without a hitch so far.
Fitz stepped aside so Olivia could walk out before him. She shook her head. "You've gotta be onstage before me, handsome."
He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his black pants. "I'm nervous."
Her face softened as she looked up at him. "Me too. It's my first show."
"Mine too." He smiled at her. "I'm willing to bet you'll do better than me though."
"What makes you say that?"
"All you've got to do is be beautiful. And you're doing that now."
She blushed and Fitz found himself transfixed. Her face was a celestial wonderland: cheekbones sculpted by God himself; the high forehead of a prima ballerina; eyes the color of coffee and soft like a doe; and lips that he guessed possessed all the secrets of the universe. She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling. "Are you sweet-talking me, rock star?"
He grinned back. "I'm certainly trying."
Cyrus appeared at their side. Fitz guessed his face couldn't be any color other than red. "You! Get an earpiece from James and get to the stage."
James was suddenly at Fitz's side, sticking an earpiece in his left ear and attaching the receiver to his belt. "You're all set."
Olivia grinned at him. "Don't leave after the show. I want an autograph."
She gave a cheeky wink then headed off for the other models who were lining up. Fitz watched her walk away, his jaw slack from the swinging of her hips. Cyrus waved an aggravated hand in his face. "Stage!"
He snapped and James was immediately at his side. The two walked ahead of Fitz to the stage. James commented, "Don't be mad at him, Cy. He's just straight."
"Damn breeders," Cy muttered.
Fitz took the stage and looked around at the cheering crowd. They were chanting his name. He could actually hear them screaming for him. Girls in the front row were crying. He smiled at them and gave a little wave. They cried harder. He couldn't fathom it. He glanced in the wings at the stage director. The grinning brunette nodded at him and like magic, the music started. He could hear it humming in his earpiece and vibrating the stage. He closed his eyes and suddenly he was in the studio again. "My lover's got humor/ She's the giggle at a funeral…"
When he opened his eyes, the girls were already strutting down the runway. A leggy blonde smiled at him as she passed, singing along to the song. He smiled back. He couldn't believe Victoria's Secret Angels knew his song. A few more girls walked, all waving sweetly at him. He waved back, knowing he was blushing.
"In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene/ Only then I am human/ Only then I am clean." And there she was, her wings swaying gracefully as she strutted toward him. He reached for her and her little hand found his. She gave a glimmer of a smirk at the hundreds of cameras aimed at them. He sank to one knee and her hand wound in his curls, pulling his head back so he was staring up at her. They were way off script, and Cyrus would surely kill them both, but he was caught in the moment. She wanted a rock star and he was going to give her one. He grinned at her as he sang. "Take me to church/ I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your life/ I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife/ Offer me that deathless death/ Good God let me give you my life."
She swayed her body down to his level and grinned at him before pulling him up by his lapels. With a wink, she went on with her walk, stopping at the end of the runway and turning sideways, pushing out her bottom and giving the camera a baby doll pout. She grinned at him once more as she strutted back to the wings where Cyrus was undoubtedly waiting to rip her a new one. Fitz took a bow and was backstage a few moments later. He removed the earpiece from his ear and looked around for Olivia but didn't see her. Cyrus appeared at his side. Fitz frowned. "About what happened onstage… I didn't mean to—"
"Didn't mean to what? Trend on twitter? Have tabloids already calling about you two? If you weren't so obviously straight, I'd kiss you! You managed to upstage Taylor fucking Swift!"
Fitz only gave a small smile. "Did you happen to see where Olivia went?"
"She's changing in one of the rooms. Knock on some doors. You'll find her." Fitz nodded and left. He walked back further into the arena's backstage and looked at the hallway of dressing room doors. He walked past a few quiet ones before stopping at one in which he could hear someone moving.
He knocked softly. "Liv?"
"Come in," she replied. He opened the door and smiled at her as she tried to fasten the neck closure of her silver, long-sleeved backless dress. He walked over and did it for her.
She turned and gave a cheeky grin. "Oh my god you're that big rock star Fitz Grant! Can I have your autograph?"
Fitz smirked at her. "Would you like me to sign the left tit or the right?"
Olivia laughed. "So are you coming to the after party?"
"Am I cool enough to get in?" He sat in a nearby chair and held her hand to steady her as she stepped into black pumps.
"You're with me. You can get in anywhere." She laughed sweetly as she picked up her clutch and the VS Angel duffel bag with her other clothes in it.
Fitz smiled as he offered her his arm. Olivia smirked as she took it. "A rock star who's a consummate gentleman? Are you a super spy too?"
"Only on alternating weekends," he replied as they left the dressing room.
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The party was just as she'd expected: models and moguls mingling on white leather couches, champagne trays floating around by the dozen, loud music vibrating the loft's double-paned windows. She looked back at Fitz and smiled at him as he frowned at his phone. He showed her the pictures of them from the paparazzi-swamped entrance.
"How do they get these up so fast?"
She shrugged. "That's the magic of the media."
He scrolled down. "Listen to this: 'Victoria Secret's newest starlet seems to have landed herself a budding superstar. She reportedly canoodled with overnight sensation Fitz Grant all through the uber famous lingerie show. 'They remind me of Johnny Depp and Kate Moss, or David Bowie and Iman,' one onlooker commented.' On what planet am I Bowie?"
She laughed at his frown. "You're not really a satin gown and mascara kind of guy. I'm personally flattered to be linked with Iman and Kate though."
He smiled at her as they headed to the bar. "What do you want?"
"Pink champagne," she answered, hopping onto one of the stools. She pulled out her phone then looked back at him. "Come selfie with me, rock star."
He stepped behind her and leaned over to rest his chin in the curve of her neck. He smiled at her front camera and she turned to kiss his cheek then snapped their picture. She snapped another of them smiling at the camera, her hand on his cheek. She grinned as she looked at them. "We're cute."
She uploaded the pictures to Instagram and his phone immediately began buzzing with texts from people wanting to know if and Olivia were hooking up. He smirked as he turned his phone off, thinking that he could only dream of being so lucky.
Olivia turned to him and smiled. "Let's dance."
"I can't dance," he replied bashfully.
She laughed as she slid off the bar stool and handed him a glass of champagne. "Drink this. It'll be way easier."
They squeezed onto the packed living room floor. Trendy music that Fitz guessed was too cool for him boomed over invisible loud speakers. Olivia smiled at him, rocking her hips against his to Lorde's "Tennis Court." Fitz wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against. He smelled like light cologne and the minty gel Abby had put in his hair. Crammed in a back corner of the room on the opposite side of the bar, they found themselves able to imagine they were intimately alone, completely unaware of people watching them. Olivia was light but firm against him, her hips winding and pulling his into their rhythm.
He looked down at her after they had danced a while. "Do you wanna get out of here? I know this place with the best dollar pizza in the city."
She turned to smile at him. "Dollar pizza with a rock star? I'm in."
He laughed as he took her hand to lead her into the quiet foyer. "You know I don't make rock music, right?"
"Of course. I have your CD. You've got that rock star, wall full of vintage guitars look though."
Fitz blushed as he smiled. "I actually do have a wall full of vintage guitars, so I guess you're right."
A bottle of pink champagne in tow, they headed back out to Olivia's waiting town car and Fitz gave the driver directions to a little pizza place called Al's in Hell's Kitchen. It looked like one of the places she'd frequented in college. It was mostly empty, save a few people sitting at tables in bright red booths. He tentatively intertwined his index and middle fingers with her ring and pinky fingers, and she curled them around his. She stepped quickly to keep up with his wide gait as they walked to the counter. He smiled down at her as they waited for the cashier.
"Two slices of extra cheese, please," Fitz said when she turned around.
She rung up their order and glanced at them briefly. "That'll be $5 even."
Fitz handed her a five dollar bill then led Olivia to an empty booth. She took a seat across from him and he smiled as she checked her phone. She looked up at him then turned her phone around. "Our selfie went viral."
"Only cause of you," he replied, reaching across the table to take the phone. He examined their picture, smiling at how cute she looked as she pecked his cheek.
"You're the big rock star, not me." He put her phone in his pocket and stood when their order number was called. Olivia followed him to the counter and they took their cardboard triangular boxes to the car. Fitz held the door open for her as she climbed into the backseat. On the ride to his apartment, they ate their pizza. Fitz smiled as she leaned back against the seat, her eyes closed, a delicious grin on her face. "Oh my God, this is so good! How did I go my whole like without knowing pizza this good existed?"
"Because you had to meet me first," he replied with a smile as he chewed his own pizza. She laughed as she uncorked the bottle of champagne and took a sip. Fitz smiled at her as he dug glasses out of the console. "These might be useful."
"Maybe a bit." She poured champagne in both glasses and he recorked the bottle then handed her one. She held up her glass. "Cheers!"
"Cheers!" He clinked his glass with hers and they both took a deep drink of the champagne. He turned to look out the window and she finally had the chance to study his features. He had an exquisitely strong jawline, and his hair waved beautifully around it. He pointed to a distant billboard. "Look it's you."
Olivia smirked at her likeness pouting at them from beneath an enormous Christmas tree, clad in frilly red lingerie as she lay on her stomach with her ankles demurely crossed. "Santa baby, slip some VS under the tree for me," the billboard read in large black script. She smirked at the way he stared at her. "You know you've got the real thing right here, don't you?"
He turned to smile at her. "How do you do that? Go around every day knowing everyone knows what you look like in your underwear?"
Olivia shrugged. "It's no different than being a swimsuit model. Plus, I don't look like that. No one looks like that."
He laughed. "Still, I couldn't do it. I'm too shy for that sort of thing."
"Shy? Yeah right. You're a heartthrob. You don't get to be shy."
"You're a model. You don't get to be that sweet."
She smirked at him as she let her hair fall out of the large bun she'd pulled it up into for the party. "What should I be then? Snarky and spoiled? Maybe hit you with a cellphone like Naomi Campbell?"
He leaned over to pinch her cheek. "You're so cute, Livvie."
She looked at him in surprise. "Who told you my nickname?"
He shrugged. "Lucky guess."
A little while later, they came to a stop in front of his building and he helped her out of the car. She swayed on her heels, giggling tipsily. She had drank nearly half the bottle of champagne and managed to get herself a little drunk. She leaned against him, grinning from ear to ear. "I think I'm drunk, rock star."
He chuckled as he took her hand to lead her into the building. "Just a bit."
They made it to the elevator, Olivia giggling and swaying the whole way. He was surprised when she kissed him in the elevator, her crimson lipstick staining his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair, her nails eventually scraping his neck in and earning a growl from him as his grip on her waist tightened. They remained entangled as they toddled down the quiet hallway to his door. Olivia giggled as she dug in his pockets for his keys. She never stopped kissing him.
"Have you ever been with a model?" She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and fixed him with a smoldering gaze.
"No." He finally produced his keys, which had been in his jacket pocket all along, and felt around for the lock on the door. Olivia took his hand and helped his unlock the door, a rather difficult task as neither of them looked away from each other. "Have you ever been with a rock star?"
"Just Bowie." They laughed, soft and harmonious, as they finally got the door open and tripped inside. Fitz kicked the door shut and lifted her off her feet with one arm around her waist as he stepped backward down the small stairs that led to his sunken living room. Olivia looked around over his shoulder. "Nice place. Very rock and roll."
He chuckled as he put her down. She turned to look at the wall behind them, smiling when she found it covered in mounted guitars. He stepped close, wrapping his arm around her waist. "You know, the one at the very top right belonged to Jimi Hendrix."
"Wow. The best I've got is a signed picture of Diane Von Furstenberg." She covered his hand with her own, interlacing their fingers. She looked over to the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. "Nice piano."
"It classes up the place." He walked over to it and sat on the bench.
Olivia followed, leaning on the top. "Play me something."
"What do you want to hear?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Surprise me."
He twinkled the keys a little then played a few notes. Olivia climbed atop the piano, a rather tricky feat for someone her size and crossed her legs, reaching out to run her fingers through his dark curls. "Boys working on empty/ Is that the kind of way to face the burning heat?/ I just think about my baby/ I'm so full of love I could barely eat/ There's nothing sweeter than my baby/ I never want one from the cherry tree/ Cause my baby's sweet as can be/ She gives me toothaches just from kissing me."
He watched as she slipped off the piano then stepped out of her shoes. She managed to get her dress unhooked by herself, letting it slip off and hit the floor. Fitz turned away from the piano to watch her as she walked around to join him on the bench. She sat facing him and wrapped her legs around his waist. Surprisingly, his fingers didn't falter on the keys ever as she scooted closer. "When my time comes around/ Lay me gently in the cold dark earth/ No grave can hold my body down/ I'll crawl home to her."
Her fingers wound in his hair and his hands finally faltered and eventually stopped. He turned slightly to take hold of her waist and pull her onto his lap, taking a moment to look at her fully in the moonlight pouring through the windows. It bathed her skin in an ethereal glow. She smiled just so and he could swear she really was an angel. His hands slipped down to her thighs and she scooted a bit closer, crossing her legs behind his back. She smiled, bringing her face close to his, and whispered, "Kiss me rock star."
His hands were hot on her bare back as he claimed her mouth, his lips deliciously soft on hers. He moved his left hand to cup her cheek, tilting her head back so he could move to her neck. Her breath hitched and her hands flew to his hair, clutching his curls desperately. He kissed the length of her collarbone then moved down to the valley between her breasts. She smelled like spices and fruit, a heady mixture that clouded his senses as he slid the straps of her pearl pink bra down her shoulders. He kissed her gently, but with enough force that she moaned against his lips.
He slipped her bra off and cupped her breasts in his hands, kneading them wantonly, praising her soft flesh for the way it sighed beneath his hands. He moved to the curve of her jaw then down her neck, stopping to inhale in the hollow of her throat. Olivia's fingers moved to the round black buttons of his shirt, making quick work of them. Fitz shrugged off the shirt and stood, lifting her onto the piano keys that twinkled lightly when he placed her on them. Olivia undid his pants and they slipped off his hips, falling to the floor with a soft thud.
Fitz stepped closer between her legs, pulling her to the edge of the keys, and pressed his rigid groin against hers, finding her pleasant warm and wet against the silk of her panties. He lifted her in his arms and carried her around to the back of the piano, placing her on the smooth, cool wood surface. Olivia reached for his chest, raking her fingers through the downy soft chestnut hair on his pecks. Fitz trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts, placing a lingering kiss between them before moving to her right nipple. He wrapped his tongue around it, using his hand to give the left one the same treatment when his other hand searched for lower destinations. He rubbed her center through the thin silk fabric, smiling against her breast when her back arched.
Olivia's fingers wound in his curls, tugging at them gently with trembling fingers. She lifted his face from her breast and crashed her lips into his, sucking his tongue into her mouth. As his fingers touched her through the thin, silky fabric of her panties, locating the small firm bud nestled there, Olivia's thighs fell apart, giving in to the throbbing pleasure that was shooting through her. She gripped his shoulders in anticipation when he moved the damp fabric aside and exposed her to the cool air of the room. She couldn't control the startled sob of pleasure that escaped her when he slid two long fingers into her, curling them upward as he slid them in and out of her.
"How'd you know that makes me crazy?" he growled against her throat when she grabbed hold of his ears.
Olivia smiled, sliding his ears between her index and middle fingers. "Lucky guess."
She dragged her nails down his neck and over his chest. Fitz pulled her head back by her hair, exposing her neck to him. He licked the hollow of her throat and her legs locked around his waist, pulling him desperately close. She reached for the waistband of her underwear and lifted her hips to get them off. He pushed his boxers down his legs, fumbled with the pile of his pants until he found a condom. Olivia rolled the smooth cool latex on his hot flesh, watching his eyes shut at the tight grip of her hand. She grabbed his neck, pulled him close, bit his stubbly jaw. She gasped at the contact of his fingers to her center. He was surprisingly gentle, curiously touching and stroking to see what reactions he got. He pressed the pad of his thumb to her pearl and Olivia jumped, pressing her chest to his. Fitz smiled and kissed the curve of her jaw. She lifted her knees, pushing her center closer to him.
"I can't wait any more," she panted. She'd been waiting all night for this. Every furtive smile was exhilarating, and their conversations were all the foreplay she needed. She wanted him without question. Fitz pulled her to the edge of the piano and pressed against her center. Feeling her warmth and his hardness, it all changed. There was no more tender curiosity. It was instinctive, primal. She locked her ankles in the small of his back, her hells digging in and urging him deeper. The piano began an inching dance, crawling across the floor with each powerful thrust, punctuated by whimpered, breathless "ah's" from Olivia. She matched his strokes as best she could, her nails scraping his shoulder blades. She pleaded, "Faster!"
Fitz growled in reply, slipping his arm under her right leg so he could slide deeper inside her. He quickened his pace and the piano responded accordingly, shuffling gently. Olivia's moans echoed off the walls and Fitz briefly thought that they should have turned on music as his neighbors could undoubtedly hear her, but he couldn't dwell on it very long, not with her teeth on his earlobe anyway.
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Olivia stood before the gigantic wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the city's twinkling skyline. She wore only Fitz's black shirt and her hair was even wilder than it had been in the car when she'd unleashed it. She felt Fitz mentally before she felt him physically. "Nice view, rock star."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Better than the cardboard box I had back in Seattle."
"I keep my cardboard box in San Francisco as a weekend home. Plus it's like a mile from the beach, and only an idiot would give that up."
He toyed with the buttons on his shirt. "I've never been a big beach person."
She turned to smirk at him. "How do you hate the beach? No one hates the beach."
"It's hot. You get sand everywhere. There's kids and seagulls everywhere, and it's usually too crowded to get any good surfing in."
"I can't surf. I've lived in California all my life and never learned."
He smiled at her reflection in the window. "I can teach you."
She smiled back. "You just wanna get to my beach house."
"I was gonna take you to the Hamptons for Labor Day but we can go to your house."
Olivia turned to look at him. "The Hamptons for Labor Day? That's so famous."
Fitz smirked, poking her side. "You're a bigger star than me."
"I am not. You have fangirls."
He laughed, mostly because it was true. A trip to Starbucks had just very recently introduced him to the fangirl faction of his fans. Apparently among women 13 to 35, he was quite the big deal. "They're great. One of them knit me a beanie. It's got one of those cool beard strap things to keep my face warm."
Olivia laughed. "How does one go about becoming a Fitz fangirl?"
Fitz began undoing the buttons on his shirt, exposing her body to all of New York. "You have to be very good, and willing."
"Willing?" She shrugged off the shirt and he took hold of her hands, placing them flat on the window. He pulled her hips back slightly and his index finger began winding a hypnotic pattern on her core, first circling her clit then moving down to dip into her center before starting over. She hadn't expected it to be so thrilling, to make her knees shake. Maybe it was the combination of his warm hand and the cool glass of the window on her breasts.
"Don't move," he commanded. She stayed put though she could hear him walking away from her. He returned a moment later and she heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper. His hand resumed its stirring rhythm for a moment, just until her legs felt like jelly, before he began pushing inside her. Only when he was fully inside her did he realize that she was on the tips of her toes trying to maintain her balance. He smirked at the top of her head. "You're too short."
"Or maybe you're too tall," she replied, reluctantly slipping out of her. He went to the piano and got her shoes. He placed them between her feet then held her waist so that she could step into them. She resumed her previous position, looking back at him with a smile. "So is this my Fitz fangirl initiation?"
"Depends on how well you do," he replied, positioning himself behind her. Olivia leaned on the window, trying to keep her legs from giving out as he resumed his torturously slow ministrations. He kissed her neck, delivering soft whispery kisses that made her eyes flutter. Olivia pushed her hips back, grinding against his fingers to intensify their contact.
"Fitz." She hissed his name like a prayer.
"Hmm?" He smiled against her neck, moving to the back then around to the other side.
"I need you inside me…please…" Her mouth fell open as the bulbous head of his rigidness pressed against her slick entrance then entered her.
"Like that?" He seated himself fully inside her, pressing her into the window. The cool glass brought goose bumps on her skin. He sucked on her neck, just hard enough to leave a mark.
"Yes!" Her voice made him harder as he pounded his hips against hers. Her fingernails scraped his scalp, tugging at his curls desperately as she quivered around him. He used one hand to hold her hands above her head and the other to tug on her pearl in a way that might have been painful if it didn't feel so good. Her knees trembled violently, so much so that he had to press her harder into the window with his body to keep her upright. He alternated between deep, slow strokes and short, fast ones until she pulling his hair and crying out against the foggy window. Her walls clamped around him, deliciously tight, as she trembled against him, her hips rocking wantonly chasing aftershocks of ecstasy. Her sweet voice and convulsing walls finished him. With a primal growl and his teeth sinking into the curve where her neck and shoulder met, he exploded inside her. After a moment, they crumbled to the floor in a heap of limbs. Fitz stretched out and Olivia relaxed languidly against him, reaching back to run her fingers through his hair. He caressed the fleshy arch of her hip with his fingertips, worshipping her neck with soft kisses and nuzzling the curve of her jaw. She leaned her head back to rest on his bicep and smiled up at him. "Wow."
He laughed at little. "That's all you've got? I give you my best moves and all I get is 'wow'? Get out."
Olivia laughed, reaching out to pinch the tip of his nose. "You're so silly."
He smiled, pulled her close to kiss her. "Are you hungry? I am."
"I could eat. I don't suppose you have any food though. A full fridge isn't very rock and roll."
He laughed. "I would deny that, but as of right now, I've only got a few cans of Coke and some cheese."
"You can order some Chinese while I cube the cheese." She rolled onto her knees and crawled to his shirt to put it back on. She stood on her slightly wobbly, aching legs and Fitz smiled as he watched her. He stood and looked at the window. Their fog hadn't faded just yet. He went to get his phone from his jacket then went to the kitchen where Olivia was standing at the counter, barefoot and on tiptoe, slicing his block of Colby Jack cheese on the counter.
"Hey Liv." She looked up at him and smirked at his phone in his hand. "Say cheese."
"That's a stupid joke, rock star." She laughed then gave the camera a gigantic, picture day smile. "Are you gonna post that anywhere?"
"No." He smiled at the picture. "I think this one's just for me."
A/N: The songs used in this fic were "Take Me to Church" and "Work Song" by Hozier. He performed "Take Me to Church" on the show and that video is on youtube. You should really watch it cause it's precious. And "Work Song" is on youtube too. You should listen to it because it's amazing and so Olitz.
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