A/N: This was totally unplanned. My fellow shipper trash on tumblr got me involved in Queen Sugar (amazing show on OWN btw) and of course I found a ship because I'm like that. Well the first scene of the whole series was them waking up and, again, because I'm like that, I had to make it about Olitz. So here's some Monday night smut.
Olivia blinked awake at the sound of Fitz's alarm then slipped out of his sleeping embrace, leaving his warm bed behind. She rolled her neck and it cracked gently as she stretched before the mirror, looking at her marked chest in the morning half-light. She found her bra beside the footboard and slipped it on, glancing over her shoulder at Fitz. he was slowly rousing, giving her a small serene smile as he stretched beneath the dark sheets, contrasting so beautifully with his tan skin. Olivia went back to dressing, reaching behind her to hook her bra. Fitz got out of bed and walked to stand behind her, reaching out to fasten her bra.
He couldn't resist gently breathing her in, her soft scent of lemons and strawberries, his nose nuzzling her cheek. He hooked her bra then cupped her breasts, his hands slowly moving down to her stomach. Olivia turned and kissed the corner of her mouth then his lips. Fitz trailed kisses from her lips to the back of her neck then down her spine to her lower back. A small heart, about the size of his thumbnail, decorated her right hip. He ran his thumb over the silken flesh. He couldn't resist biting into her supple flesh, framed so lovingly by her black thong. Olivia hissed covering his hands with her own. Fitz slid his hands down her thighs to her calves.
He found her dress under his work pants. Olivia stepped into it, allowing him to slide it up her body. He slid the straps up her arms then went to work lacing its back and tying the thin straps together. He wrapped his arms around her again, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat.
On the nightstand, his second alarm buzzed and he reluctantly released her, giving her another gentle kiss before he went to the bathroom. Olivia went out onto the balcony and picked her pack of cigarettes from the small table jammed in a corner. She took one out and lit up, leaning on the balcony's wrought-iron railing, blowing plumes of smoke at the rising run. Below her, the city awoke. A group of jazz musicians sang tunelessly as they staggered down the sidewalk from the club on the corner. On the other side of the street, a group of girls with backpacks laughed as they walked to the bus stop, one of them pushing a stroller. Garbage men yelling at each other as they gathered bins on the street. Looking down at the truck, she knew Fitz would be late for his own route—not that he cared. He had told her in no uncertain terms that nothing mattered to him when he was with her. It was one of the reasons she seldom spent the night, but he had been too charming the night before when he invited her over for his "famous" homemade lamb and rice.
She was on her second cigarette when Fitz joined her. He plucked the dress's lacing and murmured, "I love this dress."
A flippant remark crossed her tongue as she thought of how the dress had spent most of its time crumpled on his floor, but she only smiled as she passed him her cigarette. "I got some good tips so I thought I'd buy myself something new to wear to work. Lord knows my jeans could use a rest."
He chuckled, the laugh rumbling his chest as he wrapped around her. "I love those jeans too. And I'm willing to bet good money that they earned you half those tips cause you can't waitress worth a damn even after all these years."
Olivia laughed. "Well I've been doing it for almost five years and they haven't fired me yet."
Fitz kissed her cheek, his stubble prickling her baby soft skin. "It's only cause you're prettier than heaven itself."
Olivia grinned as she took her cigarette back. "And you're late."
"It's alright. Trash ain't got nowhere to be, cher," he replied. A chilly wind blew through the narrow street and Olivia's skin prickled with goose bumps. Fitz turned her around in his arms, pressing her to his chest. "The time is right/ You hold me tight/ And love's got me high…"
Olivia smiled as his hands found the ties on her dress. She shook her head, pulling away but he pulled her back in. "Fitz…"
He waltzed her back into his bedroom, twirling her slowly in his arms. "Please tell me, 'Yes,'/ And don't say, 'No'/ Honey not tonight…"
"You've already had all night. Wasn't that enough?"
Fitz shook his head. "Move a little close to me/ You owe it to yourself/ And I will selfishly take a little for myself/ And it's because of you/ That love won't let me wait…"
He danced her around the small room, humming softly against the hollow of her throat. Olivia reluctantly wrapped her arms around him. They danced toward the bed. Fitz turned her around and removed the pin holding her hair atop her head. her springy curls fell around her face and she lowered her head. Fitz kissed the back of her neck, slipping the straps down her arms. He unlaced her dress and pulled the bodice away from her body, quickly moving to her bra. Soon she was dressed as she had been that morning and Fitz joined her, kicking off his jumpsuit as he lifted her onto the bed. Olivia wiggled out of her underwear and Fitz did the same, pulling her back against him. He pulled her leg back over his, slipping his hand between her legs.
Olivia moaned softly, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. "Kiss my neck."
He pushed inside her, his arm moving up her body to wrap around her neck and pull her closer. He kissed her neck, the tender spot that made her squirm away, wanting more but none. Fitz pulled her back to him and continued kissing the spot as he moved slowly inside her. He moved to her ear and bit the lobe. "You gonna make me breakfast?"
"Is that…why you're…keeping me here?" Olivia moaned.
"Mmhm." He slipped his fingers between her slick folds, pulling her closer. "You're gonna make me steak and eggs, aren't you?"
"Noooooyes…" She turned her head to kiss him, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth. "What are you gonna do for me?"
Fitz grinned, trailing kisses along her jawline. "Let you."
"Oh shut…shut…Fitz!" That familiar storm began swirling in her stomach and Olivia's nails dug into his thigh. "Fitz I'm so close!"
"I know." His hands and hips kept their rhythm, slowly pushing her over the edge until she shook in his arms, babbling his name like she needed saving.
When she stopped shaking, she relaxed in his embrace with a sigh. She gave him a lazy smile. "So I take it you're missing this day of work."
"I'm sick. Can't you tell?" He gave an exaggerated cough. "I want some grits too."
"You still haven't told me what you're gonna do for me."
"I already made your eyes roll back so far I thought they'd get stuck. What else do you want, cher?"
Olivia smiled as she smoothed his hair. "You can take me to a movie tonight, and do what you always do for me at the movies."
It had become a pattern since their first date. He had insisted they sit in the balcony and she'd objected for half an hour before he squatted between the seats and ate her so selfishly that she could hardly walk as they left.
"I better get pancakes too for that, Livvie."
Olivia laughed as she rolled out of bed.