Fitz frowned as he dug through his clean laundry. He knew he had washed his favorite black Gap tshirt but it seemed to have vanished. He smirked when he heard Olivia singing in the kitchen of their small apartment, suddenly knowing where his shirt had gone. He walked into the kitchen and there she stood, dancing to Taylor Swift, in his tshirt.
"I want you for worse or for better/ I would wait forever and ever/ Broke your heart/ I'll put it back together/ I would wait forever and ever..." She stirred scrambled eggs in the skillet, twisting her hips to the music.
"I'm taking you shopping tomorrow," Fitz said.
She turned to him. "Why?"
"I've been looking for that shirt for an hour."
She looked down at it. "Sorry. But it smelled so clean when it came out of the drier."
"Liv how many times have I asked you not to-" Fitz stopped short as she pulled the shirt over her head and held it out to him, standing before him in her little pink cotton panties.
"Take it," she said, holding it out to him.
He smirked. "You should be more specific, Livvie."
She looked down at herself then back at him with a smile. "Oh you're gonna have to catch me to take that."
She turned off the stove then ran out of the kitchen. Fitz darted after her, the shirt forgotten on the counter.