Part 8

"I don't want to leave you," she whispers desperately, resting her head against his, as he looks at her adoringly… "Neither do I, if only we could turn this car around and head back to our room, where we just… God this is killing me…" he breathes. "I don't think I'll ever be okay with you leaving me, even if it's only till tomorrow…"

"Fitz, I want you to know, that I will never forget what we shared tonight". She giggles playfully… "I think you have spoiled me for all other men…"

"Good." He smiles in male prowess, "Because I have no intention of sharing you with anyone else… you're mine now."

"I don't want nobody else…" She tells him fervently, before leaning forward and stealing another kiss. She simply can't get enough of him, and the same applies to him as well, as his soft lips happily tangle with hers, causing her to melt against him.

Begrudgingly, she forces herself to part from his sinful lure… "Fitz, I have to go…" she says with regret, as she looks down at her watch; her father was expecting her home hours ago- he was bound to hit the roof when she got in.

"I know, I've probably got you in enough trouble as it is… are you sure you'll be alright?"

"Daddy will be angry, but only because he's over protective, he'd never hurt me. Yell at me maybe, sure- but I can handle that."

He looks at her guilty… "Liv I wish this was different, I wish we didn't have to hide and sneak around- you deserve so much more and yet I feel powerless to give it to you…"

"Sssh, don't say another word- it is what it is. True, it's far from ideal- but despite it all, I love you Fitz, otherwise tonight would have never happened. Rightly or wrongly, you're the man who makes me feel whole and I can't choose to ignore that, even if I tried to." She smiles… "You and me, what we're doing is the unthinkable- it's bound to get a little bit messy from time to time."

"Messy?" He laughs, "More like plain old insanity! But seriously, if it means I can get the chance to experience love, real love that is-with someone as amazing as you are; then it's totally worth it."

Touched. She lovingly strokes his face, before pulling him in for one final peck on the lips… "I love you so much… but I'm definitely going to go now, otherwise I might never leave."

"You're right, go… and I love you too Liv."

"See you tomorrow?" She asks hopefully.

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away…"

Waving him goodbye; watching him drive away from her, was one of the hardest things she's had to do. But now it was time to face reality. Although, the fact that her whole body was still singing in post-coital glow, meant it was not going to be an easy feat.

She could still feel him all over her; the after effects of wandering hands, his sensuous mouth and wickedly skilled tongue making sweet love to every inch of her needy flesh. And as she walked the small stretch from where he left her, to the front of her house- it was the soreness resonating between her legs, that now brought the vivid memories of Fitz slowly entering her, taking her and making her his, back to life again.

He was a remarkable lover, patient and tentative, especially in the beginning as he slowly prepared her untried body to receive him, and then hot, passionate and untamed as he surged forward, devouring her body with every last inch of him, until successfully bringing her to a fevered pitch. She had never pegged herself as a screamer, but it seemed Fitz was capable of a great many talents when it came to the art of love making. He played her like a fine flute, and she was more than willing to oblige to his ministrations.

She had always imagined what it would feel like having sex; she had heard other girls at college talk of their firsts, recalling the awkwardness of it, and the blinding pain that came from being entered for the first time… However, nothing of what they spoke of mirrored that of what she experienced with Fitz. She would be lying if she said there was no pain, of course there was a little, but with Fitz's knowledge and care he made sure to even it out, by bringing her an equal amount of pleasure with it too. He took his time with her, and the rewards of his efforts came in the sound of her breathlessly calling his name, begging him to take her harder and faster.

She blushes from head to toe as she recollects her insatiable hunger to have him buried deep inside her; it was like nothing she had felt before, all-consuming and powerful.

Lost in thought, she barely registers that she's standing at the bottom of her porch. Realising that she needs to snap out of her happy bubble, in an attempt to prepare herself for the tirade she is bound to face from her father, she tries to momentarily shake away all thoughts of Fitz.

But it as it turns out, nothing would prepare her for this.

Eli knew.