A/N: So this is the second part of chapter 37. I wasn't really sure I was going to do a second part but I've been watching a lot of the Hallmark channel to cope lately, and this came to me. I'm going to update my stories very soon. I promise. It's just slow going because of where I am mentally and emotionally. This took me much longer than usual because I haven't been feeling great but I'm getting better every day so hopefully it won't be long before I'm back to 100%. Anyway, I hope y'all like this.

Olivia sat atop her suitcase while Harrison fastened it shut, smiling as she painted her toenails. Though she was expecting Fitz at any moment, she still hadn't gotten dressed, instead sitting on the suitcase in her silk robe. Her hair was still in rollers and though Harrison had advised her that she would run them late, Olivia hadn't moved. He smirked when the doorbell rang. "And you're not even dressed."

"I'll only be a minute," she replied. Harrison snorted as he left the room to get the door, wondering if he'd ever heard such a lie.

Fitz stood on the other side of the door, dressed casually in a white button down shirt and white linen pants. "Hi. You must be Harrison."

"Yeah. Come on in." Harrison stepped aside to let him in and Fitz entered the small apartment, peering down the hallway at the sliver of bedroom visible through the half-open door. He could hear Olivia moving around but he had yet to see her.

"Liv, Fitz is here," Harrison called.

"I'll be out in a minute," Olivia replied.

Harrison turned back to Fitz. "She's not even dressed yet."

"Oh I don't doubt it." Fitz smiled as he stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked down the hallway. He knocked on the door. "Are you decent? Can I come in?"

He smiled at her girlish giggle. "Who is it?"

"Police!" He stepped into the room and grinned at her. "I'm afraid you're under arrest, little lady."

Olivia smiled as she closed her nail polish bottle. "What's the charge?"

Fitz grinned. "I'll think of something once I've got you handcuffed."

He walked over to where she stood and Olivia thrust out her legs.

"Blow 'em, sugar." She smiled sweetly, filing her fingernails. "Make 'em dry faster."

Fitz took her small feet in his hands. He could almost laugh at himself for actually blowing on her crimson toenails. He blew on them for a few minutes, thinking they shouldn't take long to dry, but also thinking that he wouldn't be able to be so close to her smooth, bare legs for very long. He traced the contour of her calf, bringing his fingertips around to the back of her knee and tickling her gently. Olivia laughed, pulling her leg away. "I think that's quite enough out of you, Mr. Grant."

Fitz only smiled, watching as she slipped off the bed and went to the closet. She pulled out black and white striped jumpsuit and went behind her dressing partition. "Will you go in the closet and get my sandals? The white ones with the ankle strap."

Fitz went into the closet and retrieved the sandals, holding them over the partition. "These?"

"Yes," Olivia replied. "I hope you aren't peeking, Mr. Grant."

It hadn't occurred to him that he was tall enough to look over the partition. "No ma'am. I wouldn't dream of it."

Olivia put on her shoes then walked around the partition, holding the top of her jumpsuit up. "Will you tie this for me? I can't get it."

Fitz's eyes widened as she turned around to reveal her mostly bare back. He quickly composed himself and tied the straps in a bow. "Is that good?"

"Yes." She turned to smile at him, reaching up to smooth his hair back. "Hi."

"Hi," he replied, smiling down at her. She seemed even more beautiful than when he'd last seen her. "You look beautiful."

Olivia blushed. "I don't even have my face on."

"I don't mind."

He watched her walk to her dresser and begin removing the rollers from her hair. Fitz sat on the bed and Olivia grinned at him in the mirror. "You know, Mr. Grant, this is very improper."

"Is it?"

"Yes. My mother would die twice if she knew a man was in my bedroom watching me get dressed."

"Would it help if she knew I didn't see anything?"

Olivia laughed. "Probably not. Your presence is scandalous enough."

She brushed her almost black waves until they lay uniformly then put on eyeliner and red lipstick. Fitz smiled as he watched her curl her eyelashes then pout at the mirror. She grinned at Fitz's reflection. "How do I look?"

"Beautiful," he replied. "But you could use a hat. It's very sunny today."

"Is it? I haven't looked." She went to the window and peered out at the sunny morning. "Will you help me put on my sunscreen?"

Fitz's ears blazed crimson as he rubbed the coconut scented sunscreen on her bare back. He breathed in the familiar scent of lilies and lemons, wondering if it was perfume or just her natural smell. He smiled at the top of her head, watching as she pouted at the mirror. "Do you think I ought to cut my hair?"

"Are you going to get a little boy haircut like the girls in the magazines?"

Olivia shook her head. "No. I was thinking chin-length maybe. My mother will die of course, but Harrison's friend Amanda who's a hairdresser says my face is the perfect shape for short hair. But I've had long hair all my life. I wouldn't even know what to do with short hair."

"I think you'd be gorgeous either way."

"Maybe I'll know by the time we get back." She was acutely aware of his hand still making circles on her back though the sunscreen was long gone. She looked up at him with a coy smile. "Are you enjoying yourself rubbing my back, Mr. Grant?"

He slowly stopped. "You'll have to excuse me. Your skin is just heavenly."

Olivia smiled, moving to the closet to retrieve a black wide-brimmed sunhat. She picked up her cat-eye sunglasses from the dresser then turned to look at him. "Are you ready, Mr. Grant?"

Fitz walked over to her, his hands moving to her sides. "Call me Fitz."

"Give me a reason to." There was that coy smile again, playing so teasingly on her crimson lips.

Fitz kissed her, pushing her back into the dresser and lifting her onto it. He planted his hands behind her, growling against her lips when she took hold of his ears and lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. He sucked on her bottom lip, sinking his teeth into it gently, before moving on to her chin then the hollow of her throat. Her voice was the gentlest purr, soft enough to make him crawl out of his skin. "Oh, Fitz…"

He had never really appreciated his name until she cooed it so sweetly. He kissed her neck. "Again."

"Fitz," she acquiesced immediately, surprising herself. No one had ever wielded her easily.

"Again."

"Fitz." His teeth clamped onto her neck and her breath hitched, a tiny whimper escaping her lips.

Before he could command her again, Harrison opened the door. "Your—I would have expected nothing less, honestly."

Olivia blushed as Fitz stepped back to let her off the dresser. She turned to the mirror and retrieved a tissue to clean up her lipstick then handed Fitz one to do the same then turned to Harrison. "You were saying?"

"The driver is at the door. He said y'all are running late. I can see why now."

"Oh hush. Tell him we'll be out in just a minute," Olivia replied.

Harrison left the room, smirking to himself. Olivia picked up her purse on the dresser. Fitz went to the bed and picked up her suitcase. "You know, Stephen is making us lunch on the boat. Are you hungry?"

"Starving." She grinned wickedly.

He smirked as he walked over to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her close again. "I meant for food, naughty girl."

She giggled at his teeth nipping the curve of her jaw then looked up at him, all faux innocence and doe eyes. "So did I. What did you think I meant?"

Fitz only laughed, giving her hip a squeeze then heading for the door. He held it open for Olivia and she walked out ahead of him. Harrison sat on the couch a pile of photographs splayed on the coffee table before him. Olivia walked over and examined them, smiling when she realized they were snapshots of the party from the night before. "Put the good ones of me in my room."

Harrison smirked. "I didn't take any of you."

"Rude," Olivia replied then walked back to Fitz. "Don't bring me back to him."

Fitz smiled. "So we'll stay on the island forever?"

"Yes." She smiled prettily. "You can buy it and make me queen."

"I suppose I could do that. What do I get in return?"

Her grin widened. "You get to live with a queen."

Fitz laughed. "We'll see."

xxxxx

Olivia looked around the mid-sized yacht with interest. "Where is everyone?"

"There's no one but us and the crew. I hate tourists," Fitz replied, handing their luggage to a young man dressed in all white. Olivia recognized him as the young man who had delivered the packages to her earlier that day.

"Technically I'm a tourist." She smiled, wrinkling her nose.

Fitz laughed. "Perhaps I should throw you overboard then."

"But who would keep you company?"

"Who says you're good company?"

"I must be if you spent a few hours with me before deciding to whisk me away to paradise." She looked around the deserted boat again. "Is this your boat?"

"It's a loaner from a friend. Do you like it?"

"If I say yes, will you buy me one of my own?" She smiled sweetly.

Fitz grinned. "So you want an island and a yacht? And what are you going to give me?"

"All the kisses in the world." She smiled sweetly at him. "And with an island and a yacht, you'll get to watch me run around in a swimsuit year round."

"I suppose that's a fair trade."

"Speaking of swimsuits, where's my cabin? I'd like to change into mine. I hope lunch isn't formal."

"Lunch is however you'd like it to be." Fitz took her hand to lead her to her cabin. "I'll be at the bar when you're finished."

Olivia nodded as she entered her cabin. It was a mid-sized room taken up mostly by the bed which was made with crisp white sheets. There was a small dresser and a dressing table with a large round mirror. Olivia went to the dresser where her suitcase sat and opened it. She pulled out her swimsuit, a red one piece with white trim on the halter neckline and around the leg holes of the shorts. As she put it on, she frowned at the mirror, thinking she should have gotten a sexier suit in preparation for the trip. But she brushed the thought off, remembering that Fitz was going to take her shopping. She'd have plenty of time—and money—for all sorts of swimsuits that would knock his eyes out of his head. She put her hat and sandals back on then left the cabin, looking for the bar. It wasn't hard to find as it faced the bow of the yacht. Fitz sat a few feet away from it on a deck chair. He had removed his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, and put on sunglasses, looking pleasantly rested as he sipped a mint julep. He looked up, lifting his sunglasses, at the sound of her footsteps. "Wow."

Olivia blushed, lowering her face so the brim of her hat hid it. She took a seat in the deck chair beside his. "Aren't you hot in all those clothes?"

Fitz smirked. "Do I look like a swimsuit kind of guy?"

Olivia looked him over. "You've certainly got the chest for it."

"Thank you, but I think I'll stick to what I'm wearing." Fitz grinned. "Do you want a drink? I've got a fully stocked bar."

"How?"

"International waters."

Olivia looked around. "We're not in international waters. I can still see Manhattan."

"Well I'm already a criminal. What's one more crime?" Fitz shrugged with a smile. He turned toward the bar. "Diego, come serve the lady."

Seemingly within seconds, a hulking Hispanic man was at Olivia's side holding a tray. "What can I get for you ma'am?"

"Did you bring the lady a menu?" Fitz asked.

Diego pulled a menu from the pocket of his apron and presented it to Olivia. She took it and looked over the list of cocktails. "I'd like a Hurricane, please."

"And for lunch, ma'am?"

"Why don't you bring the lady her cocktail first? And send Stephen out here," Fitz replied.

"Please," Olivia added. Diego nodded and went back to the bar. A few minutes later, Stephen appeared at her side, holding her cocktail on a tray. Olivia smiled at him as she took it off the tray. "Thank you. And hello; it's nice to see you again, Stephen."

"You too, Ms. Pope," Stephen replied.

"Tell the lady about the menu, Stevie," Fitz said, taking a newspaper off the small table between them and unfolding it.

"For starters, you have a choice of crab cakes or shrimp salad with a ginger vinaigrette and mandarin oranges. For the entrée, you have a choice of petite servings of Lobster Thermidor and Lobster a L'Americaine, or rack of lamb and mashed potatoes and candied yams. For dessert, crème brulee or cherries jubilee. I would personally recommend-"

Fitz looked away from the newspaper. "Stevie."

He gave a quick nod. "I'll just bring it all."

He disappeared behind the bar and Olivia sipped her drink. "So tell me about this magical island."

"Well, the beaches are so white they're almost blinding, and the water's so clear you can see your reflection. And the resort is beautiful. The beds are so soft that it's like sleeping on a cloud, and the there's a golf course, and a tennis court, and speedboats you can race. You can even ride horses on the beach. Plus they throw these nightly luaus where they serve hog roasted over a fire pit just like the natives eat. And there's a row of little shops that carry just about anything you could want."

Olivia smiled. "Maybe you should buy the island. That certainly sounds like a place I'd like to be queen of."

"You'll practically be queen at the resort. They don't let you lift a finger."

Stephen returned with the appetizers, setting them before Olivia with a flourish. Fitz frowned as he watched Stephen watch Olivia. It couldn't be denied that she was captivating, but he didn't like that everyone could see it so easily. The line of her neck. The curve of her jaw. The way the softness of her temple called for a kiss. Fitz couldn't get over the flow of her lines. And apparently, he noticed with a frown, neither could Stephen.

"Stephen." The man looked away to his boss and realized that he had been staring rather wantonly at Olivia as she dressed her salad. He cleared his throat and moved back, lowering his eyes. Fitz looked to his own salad, frowning as he thought of how many men must fall for her every day.

"Are you alright? You're frowning." Fitz looked up at her and his face relaxed.

"Just thinking about business," he replied. He wasn't sure he'd ever been genuinely jealous before, much less over something so intangible. The number of men who fell for Olivia was arbitrary so long as she fell for him.

She leaned her chin on the small palm of her hand. "Talk to me instead."

There was something intriguing about the way she carried herself. She possessed an awareness of her charm but never made him feel like he was on a string. She seemed to pull him in without trying or really meaning to, but kept him enthralled as if it had been her intention all along.

"What do you want to talk about?"

She grinned, her doe eyes sparkling, and shrugged. "I don't know. Surprise me."

"I once killed a writer just to make a point."

She blinked at him. "What was the point?"

"That I could kill a writer."

Again she blinked, unsure if he was teasing her or not until Stephen snickered. She turned to him with a smile. "He's terrible."

"I meant to make you laugh," Fitz interjected, bringing her attention back to him. He threw Stephen a severe glance and the chef quickly made his exit. He looked back at Olivia. "Come sit with me."

Olivia moved to sit on his deck chair, perching herself on the edge. "Well this isn't very comfortable."

Fitz sat up and pulled her over his left leg so she could sit between them. "Better?"

Olivia smirked at him. "Now why should I sit here when I've got a whole chair for myself?"

"Because you get to sit with me," Fitz replied simply. He removed her hat and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling it back off her shoulders to expose her neck. He leaned over to inhale her scent. She still smelled of lemons and lilies as she had the night before.

xxxxx

One Day Later

Olivia lay on her bed in her cabin, listening to the wind howl outside her small round window. She could feel the yacht rocking as they crested the white-capping waves. Fitz knocked gently then entered the cabin, smiling at her as she lay on the bed clutching her pillow.

"The captain says we're moving through the tail end of a storm," he said as he sat on the bed next to her. He rubbed her back and she looked up at him.

"How long before we move out of it?"

"A few hours. Do you want your dinner?"

She shook her head. "Stay with me."

Fitz kicked off his shoes and lay beside her, pulling her back against him. She yawned and he stroked her hair, hoping to lull her to sleep so that they would be out of the storm when she awoke. The boat rocked and they rolled on the bed with Fitz landing on top of her. He moved to get off her but Olivia grabbed his hand to keep him still. "I feel safer like this."

Fitz lay his head on the pillow beside hers, breathing in the scent of the back of her head. He kissed her hair. "What's your favorite color?"

"Yellow." She smiled at the gentleness of his voice. "What's yours?"

"Blue," he replied.

They lay that way as they crested the roughest waves. When they reached calmer waters, Fitz rolled over and pulled Olivia onto his chest. "When I was a little girl, I used to hide in the kitchen cabinets whenever we had a twister. My mother would always tell me it wasn't safe, but I never felt safer."

Fitz smiled, rubbing her bare arm. "I always got in trouble for standing near the windows during storms when I was little. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was."

"My granny used to always joke that I was so tiny that the wind would blow me away. And I was so little that I believed her. You couldn't pry me out of those cabinets if it started raining."

They talked softly until Olivia drifted off to sleep, snuggling close to Fitz and breathing in his clean scent. She wasn't sure what it was about his embrace that made her feel so safe and secure, only that she never wanted to fall asleep without his voice in her ear again.

XXXXX

Turks and Caicos

Olivia smiled at the dark-skinned man who greeted them at the resort's entrance. He wore a white linen suit and brown leather sandals. "Welcome to The Emerald Resort and Spa, where we aim to treat our guests like royalty. I am Samuel, the manager."

"Hello. I'm Fitz Grant. You spoke with one of my associates."

The man nodded. "Yes sir. You reserved our Jewel Suite. We've been expecting you."

He clapped twice and in minutes two other appeared to collect their luggage. Fitz smirked at Olivia's three suitcases. "I thought I told you to only pack for the boat."

"I did. Those are my absolute essentials."

Fitz only smiled, shaking his head, then turned back to Samuel. "Ms. Pope and I will be back for dinner. We need a car to take us to the shops."

"Yes sir. Right away." Samuel disappeared quickly along with the young men carrying the luggage.

Olivia looked up at him with a smirk. "Does everyone respond to you that way?"

He smiled and popped the tip of her nose with his index finger. "Everyone but you."

A few minutes later the car arrived and took them down the single paved road to a row of shops. Fitz tapped the driver. "You can let us out here and meet us at the other end."

"Yes sir, Mr. Grant," the man replied then got out of the car to let Olivia out.

"Thank you." She smiled at him. "What's your name?"

"James, ma'am. I'm the resort's chief driver."

"James," they both turned to look at Fitz as he came to a stand in front of Olivia, producing a dollar from his pocket, "why don't you get yourself a Coke? Ms. Pope and I will be while."

"Thank you, sir." He nodded at them then headed across the street to a fruit stand.

Fitz turned to Olivia. "Where do you want to start?"

Olivia looked up at the boutiques' signs. "Let's go in them all."

He walked to the first shop and opened the door. "After you ma'am."

It took four hours for them to make it through all the shops. Fitz was surprised by how much fun he had spending money on her, watching her try on dresses and hat. He bought her 20 dresses, 10 pairs of shoes, 8 swimsuits, 6 hats, 5 blouses and 5 pairs of pants to match, and4 pairs of sunglasses.

Olivia laughed at him carrying her pastel shopping bags. "We didn't get you anything."

Fitz smiled. "Well what should we get me?"

She stopped in front of a hat shop. "Let's get you a nice hat for the beach."

"I'm not really a sunhat kind of guy, Liv," Fitz replied, smiling as she took his hand to lead him inside. She wore another jumpsuit, this one white with blue nautical stripes. Fitz noticed it was backless like the other one. She removed her sunglasses as she led him to the men's section. She picked up a cream colored fedora and put it on him. "Very nice. Very gangster at the beach."

Fitz laughed, looking at himself in the mirror. The hat matched his cream linen pants. "All I'm missing is a cigar and a machine gun."

Olivia took the hat to the front counter and set it down then opened her purse. Fitz smirked. "I thought we agreed this trip was on me."

"Well this is on me. Consider it a thank you present for paying for the rest of the trip." She looked at the bespectacled man behind the counter. "How much is it?"

"Five dollars," he replied, reaching up to stroke his salt-and-pepper beard as he eyed the pair curiously. Olivia handed over a five dollar bill then picked up the hat and placed it on Fitz's head.

She smiled. "You look like a movie star."

Fitz grinned at her as he took her hand to leave the store. "I can't be in pictures. I'm a wanted man, baby."

"Well if you're wanted, maybe we should stay here forever. This certainly seems like the kind of place I could get used to."

They walked down the sidewalk to their car then went back to the resort. Olivia changed into one of her new bathing suits, a yellow bikini with red polka dots, and a large sunhat then went to lay by the pool, mindful of Fitz watching her from the balcony off their suite where he sat reading the paper.

XXXXX

One Week Later

"What should we do tonight?" Olivia asked as she and Fitz lay by the pool. The sun was setting but it was still too hot to go to bed just yet.

Fitz could think of one thing he almost desperately wanted to do, but he was playing it chaste. But sharing a bed with Olivia was driving him wild, especially since her night clothes were flimsy at best. And every kiss just whet his appetite for more. He could hardly keep his hands to himself, but he had yet to push his boundaries as far as he thought they could go. "Come read to me."

Olivia got up from her lounge chair, her worn copy of Gone with the Wind in her hand, and joined him on his chair, settling comfortably between his legs and laying back on his warm, bare chest. Fitz found himself only half listening, instead focused on her scent and the warmth of her skin. He had yet to figure out if the scent of lilies and lemons came from her hair, her soap, or her perfume, but he found it dizzyingly intoxicating nonetheless. He leaned down to nuzzle the shell of her ear, murmuring her name. Olivia smiled. The gentle adoration of his touch made her so warm inside that she wondered how she'd restrained herself for so long. She was 20, and contrary to what people believed, she knew the ins and outs of desire. And she'd never desired anyone like she desired Fitz.

His warm breath on her ear made her want to crawl out of her skin, but his teeth nipping the small lobe pushed her too far. She gave a sharp inhale, her eyes snapping shut. Still he went on, murmuring her name over and over.

Olivia. Her name encompassed a softness and sensuality that suited her. He didn't really know what he was doing or what he was after. He just knew that there was a fire in his chest and a hunger in his groin that were driving him insane. Whatever those half-understood questions were that were shooting through him, the answer was Olivia. He moved his lips to her neck and she began quivering.

She was practically convulsing by the time he stopped. "I know what we should do."

Her eyelids heavy, she turned to look at him. "What?"

She was hoping he would say go to bed, or the floor near the bed, or any solid surface. He kissed her cheek, lingering close to her lips. "We should get married."

Olivia's eyes widened as she looked at his serious expression. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were drunk."

Fitz laughed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were chicken."

"I am not!" Her voice was almost childlike.

"Are you as crazy about me as I am about you?"

"Yes," she answered immediately, her gaze never wavering.

"Then let's do it."

Olivia smiled. "Can I wear that red dress you like?"

"You can wear whatever you want as long as you say I do."

Olivia squealed as she hopped off his lap. Fitz smiled as he followed her into their bedroom. He showered quickly and put on his black suit. He took a seat on the bed, listening to the shower run in the other bathroom, and guessed Olivia would move at her usual, glacial pace. He checked his watch and an idea struck him. He left the room in too big a hurry to leave Olivia a note, headed for the hotel gift shop. He was still gone when Olivia emerged from the bathroom in her dress. She frowned, wondering where he'd gone, and sat on the bed. She wondered what her mother would say when she arrived in North Carolina with a husband of all things—and a white one to boot. Maya wouldn't ever hear of Fitz's bootlegging and criminal record because the news of the marriage would kill her first. She wondered why she was so sure of herself, if she was just excited or if she'd let her girlish crush run wild. She didn't have time to dwell on it because the door opened and Fitz entered.

"Where'd you go?" she asked. "You know, it isn't very husbandly to leave without notice."

"I went to get you something." He smiled as he walked over, making her smile at the pride on his face, and knelt before her. He pulled a ring box from his pocket and set it on her lap. Olivia opened the box and smiled at the sapphire ring. "It's just costume jewelry. I'll get you a real ring when we get back to the States, but it's the best I could do on such short notice."

"It's beautiful. Did I tell you that sapphire is my birthstone?"

He smiled so bright, so pleased with himself. "No. It was just the prettiest ring they had in the gift shop."

Olivia smiled softly at him, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. "I'd have never guessed a gangster could be so sweet."

"Just wait. You haven't seen anything yet."

xxxxx

Fitz wasn't sure what he expected Olivia's wedding night lingerie to look like, just that she was grinning proudly as she slipped off her calf-length red dress, whose back dipped almost low enough to show the small of her back. He noted that she liked to show her back, one of many little things about her that drove him crazy. She allowed her dress to fall around her ankles and stood before him in black lingerie accented with white lace. Her breasts nearly spilled out of the curves and her hips were a sinful curve from her waist. Her legs were long and shapely, and the sway of her body as she walked to him almost shyly made him believe that all women should be her understudies. She stopped between his legs, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"Do you think we'll fell crazy in the morning?"

Fitz looked up at her, watching as she released her hair from its chignon. "I won't."

A glimmer of a smile ghosted her ruby lips. "Me neither."

Fitz leaned back on the bed and Olivia climbed atop him. "Would you believe me if I told you I was a virgin?"

"Yes," he replied, though the thought hadn't occurred to him at all since he'd met her.

"I'm not." She ran her fingernails over his bare chest. She leaned over to kiss him, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth. "Make love to me."

And he did. Over and over. Olivia's cries echoed off the walls so loudly that a shy bellman knocked softly on the door to see if she was okay. Fitz wasn't sure he'd ever tasted a woman so sweet. He couldn't stop himself from eating her hours, trying to gut her like fruit. Fitz was surprised when she agreed to make love on the balcony, and even more surprised that she seemed to enjoy it more than he did.

Later she lay on his chest, naked and asleep, branded like cattle from his lips and teeth. He looked at the fake sapphire on her left ring finger, her hand beside his head from when she'd stroked his hair until she drifted off to sleep, telling him about all the things she wanted when they got back to the States.

"I want a white house with blue shutters, and one of those big wraparound porches that goes around the whole house. And rocking chairs. But it has to be near the beach cause I want a boat. And a dog, one of those little furry ones that you keep in the house." She had yawned and her voice trailed off soon after. When he squinted at her in the darkness, he found her eyes closed.

He wasn't sure what made him crazier: the sex or her soft voice and the light in her eyes.

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The Next Morning

They stood before the mirror, gloriously naked, her arms raised above her head to wrap around his neck. His hands covered her breasts, kneading them softly, then moved down her stomach to rest on her hips. He was already inside her, not yet moving, waiting and savoring, and Olivia was quivering, standing on her toes and praying for the gentlest nudge. She had only been with one other man, a fumbling first time beside the lake in her hometown, but she knew that she had stumbled upon the kind of lovemaking that made people do crazy things. She and Fitz had the real deal, the connection you found and never let go of. Fitz stared at her in the mirror, admiring the way they looked together: dark and light, both untamed.

"Fitz!" She couldn't take it. It wasn't enough. He couldn't dangle her on that string, so close but so far away from heaven.

"Say my name," he growled, leaning her forward and finally moving, deep, strong strokes that lifted her off the floor.

"Fitz," she mewled.

"Again." He wasn't sure whose body belonged more to whom as they moved against each other.

"Fitz…" Olivia thrust her hips back wantonly. Hers…

"Again." Fitz took hold of her hips, matching her movements with his own. His…

"Fitz…" She wound her fingers in his hair, tugging desperately as she quivered against him. Hers…

Each capitulation earned a rewarding stroke, each one deeper than the last until Olivia was shaking. She could feel the tide welling up inside her, so close and so needed. They moved together, danced; urgent and primal. Completing an ancient ritual, sealing a vow between them.

"Fitz!" She finally submitted, planting her hands on the dresser and letting him drive her to the brink. His….

"God Liv…" was all he managed before everything went white and he exploded inside her, pulling her along over the cliff. His hips took on a life of his own, pumping and rolling, chasing just one more thrill as his mind swam in euphoria. Olivia moved with him, the arch in her back sharpening as he held her to him, kissing and murmuring.

They fit so well together. That was what Fitz loved the most.

A/N: Don't forget to review! XOXOXO