A/N: So our babies are together again at last. Don't fret because there won't be any angst for a while. There's gonna be a little drama but nothing big. I'm reluctant to even call it drama. But I digress.

To answer some of the questions in the reviews:

Olivia sent Fitz to Atlanta because she didn't want to be seen and recognized in Macon. It isn't that she's ashamed of him, just that it's a small town where many people share Edison's opinion on BFWM relationships. Fitz will make an appearance in Macon before all is said and done though.

Olivia's parents were at work. She got off around noon that day after working all night so she and Fitz had a little while because everything took place during business hours. I'm not sure if I mentioned what they do but it will come up in the storyline. Not in a B6-13 way though.

Now that that's out of the way, let's get to the smuff!

Olivia blinked awake, moving to turn her face away from the sunlight shining through the window. She was surprised to find the bed empty and squinted around the room in search of Fitz. A moment later he drifted into her line of vision as he moved to close the curtains, blocking out the blinding morning light. She yawned as she rolled onto her back to smile at his boxer-clad form. He had the most spectacular back muscles. And his butt and thighs seemed to have been perfectly sculpted by God himself.

"I can feel you staring Livvie." She smiled at his voice, looking away when he turned around to look at her. He walked over to the bed and sat down, playfully poking her side. "You can't have the whole bed to yourself."

She rolled onto her side and he got under the covers with her, moving close so he could pull her into the curve of his body. She smiled as she ran her fingers through his sleep-tousled hair. "Good morning."

"Good morning." He leaned over and kissed her. His lips tasted like coffee. Olivia wondered how long he'd been awake. She had fallen asleep on him in the middle of her post-bath massage the night before, only waking when he picked her up to put her under the covers then quickly dozing off again. "I could get used to waking up to you every morning."

She smiled, nuzzling his neck with her nose. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you last night. I was just so relaxed."

"It's alright, Livvie." His fingertips traced patterns on her bare back. "You're beautiful when you sleep."

She smiled against his soap-scented neck, reaching up to trace his lips with her fingertip. She couldn't stop touching him. He was a flame and she was a moth, wanting to be burned deliciously.

"So what do you want to do today?" he asked, rubbing her back. He wanted to feel her bare flesh forever. He had spent a long while the night before watching her sleep with her head on his chest, stroking her hair, praying to every deity he might believe in that she'd never leave him. She was all the light in his life and anything without her was cloaked in damnable darkness. He wondered how he'd gone his whole life not knowing that the universe only existed in the grooves of her spine and the palms of her hands and every place that wasn't quite stable.

"Well I was thinking I could take you to a movie then we could have dinner at my favorite restaurant. They have the best peach cobbler in the whole world." She smiled, resting her chin on his chest. "But the movies doesn't open until noon."

He looked over at the clock. It was 9:07. He smiled at her. "Well we've got a little while to wait. What should we do?"

She grinned like a nymph. "Well I didn't get to give you a massage."

"No you didn't." He grinned at her and she wanted to kiss the incisors from his mouth.

She rolled off him. "Roll on your back."

He did as he was told, and lifted his hips when she tugged at his boxers. Olivia pulled them off slowly. Fitz jumped when she nipped his left buttock with her teeth. He looked down at her with a dark smirk. "Hey! Don't start something you can't finish, Livvie."

"Who says I can't finish?" She cocked her right eyebrow at him then sat on his backside. She started with his shoulders, his delightfully broad, strong shoulders. God had truly taken his time crafting Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III. She found a tender spot between them, and smiled when he groaned that her hands felt good. He reached back and took hold of her thighs. She looked down at his tan hands. Even his fingers were beautiful. She worked her way down his back, making circles in his lower back with her thumbs that made him groan in the sweetest tone.

"Roll over." She climbed off his and he rolled onto his back, looking at her with half-closed eyes. She smiled as she crawled up toward his face. "You're not sleepy, are you?"

He grinned, reaching out to caress her side. "No ma'am. I believe I've been hypnotized though. I find myself completely at your mercy."

"Oh really?" Her fingernails traced patterns on the downy-soft chestnut hair on his firm chest. She moved her hand to his head, running her fingers through his gorgeous bourbon curls as she leaned over to give him soft drugging kisses. Fitz wasn't sure what it was about her that intoxicated him so effortlessly. She was like good whiskey, going down so smoothly that you didn't realize you'd had too much until you were falling down drunk. And even then you wanted just a little more. She would be the death of him, and damn if he wouldn't die happy. She kissed his Adam's apple, lingering for just a moment to breathe in his wonderful scent. Fitz's hand wound in her hair, fingering her onyx tendrils and rubbing her scalp. She almost purred.

She kissed patterns on his chest, enjoying the rhythm of his breathing. He gasped when she bit his right nipple, his hand tightening in her hair for the briefest moment as he looked down at her with wide eyes. She smiled, licking the reddening spot to ease the sting. He relaxed under her touch, through her fingernails scraping the inside of his thigh made him want to crawl out of his skin. She planted hot kisses on his stomach that made his breathing jagged and shallow, escaping in little hiccupped gasps when she bit him in a few soft places along the way.

"You're gonna get it for biting me, little woman," he promised in a hoarse voice. Her little hands gripped his pulsing length.

"Am I?" Her breath skittered over his skin and he almost leapt off the bed. Her lips were so close to the tip of his manhood that he could practically feel her words hitting it. She was going to drive him mad yet. He almost came undone at the feeling of her fingernails grazing over him so gently. Her mouth clamping over him was the sweetest agony. He let out a throaty groan that triggered a thumping in Olivia's core that she'd never experienced. She flattened her tongue against him and his grip on her hair tightened. She was more than happy to move at his desired pace, or do anything that would make him moan so softly. When he was close, when his grip on her hair was almost painful she took her mouth away. Fitz felt like the wind had been knocked out him. He was pleasantly surprised when she moved over him and lowered her core onto his. Her head fell back, her eyes closing as her mouth opened in a gasp. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, his hand moving around to the back of her head to resume its hold on her hair. He kept her head back, his lips clamping onto her pulse point.

"Fitz…" His name came out like a prayer. She rocked her hips against his desperately. Fitz managed to lift himself up on his knees and lay her back on the bed. He pulled her legs over his arms, the backs of her knees resting in the crook of his elbows. She expected him to lower her bottom onto the bed and lay atop her, but he didn't. He smiled and began pushing his hips into hers, watching as her eyes widened at the new sensations created by the angle. She was sure her shoulders would be burned from the friction of their slow, deliberate pace. She reached for the footboard, her hands clamping onto the wooden rails as the bed began to creak with their movements. He finally leaned over to cover her body with his, her knees against her shoulders, a position she was all too familiar with, and grabbed her hands as they held onto the rails for dear life.

"Look at me," he whispered against her lips. His hips grinding into hers was sweet torture. She needed him to go faster, but she needed him to keep his pace for just a little while longer, just until she fell apart. He bit her bottom lip. "Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him, hypnotized by the way fire seemed to dance in his sapphire eyes. The first wave of her orgasm hit and her eyes closed, her back arching as much as it could given her current position. Fitz let go of one of her hands, moving to clasp her neck delicately. He kissed all the breath from her lungs, coaxing, "Look at me, Livvie."

Once more her eyes opened and she found herself staring at him, this time struggling to keep her gaze locked on his as she rode the waves of pleasure. Fitz smiled, watching her come undone. He loved what he could do to her, how her body responded to his. He leaned over to bite her earlobe, trapping her fully under his weight. His tongue on the soft spot below her earlobe pushed Olivia over the edge. With a might shout of his name, her levies broke, leaving her quivering violently in his arms for a moment before she froze beautifully in a silent scream as electricity shot throughout her body. Fitz watched her rapt eyes. If he'd been able to, he would have taken her picture, to show her and the rest of the world how beautiful she was when she came undone.

But he couldn't pause long enough, not when her mewling cries and rippling channel were pulling him over the edge of his own cliff. He bit her shoulder, hard enough to create a perfect imprint of his teeth on her supple flesh, as his body shuddered against hers. Everything went white then black as he rode the crescendos of his climax. He let her legs go and they quickly wrapped around his waist. Her fingers wound in his curls and she covered his face in kisses.

"We should get up and shower," he murmured against her slick skin.

She ran her fingers over his back. "As soon as I can feel my legs again. You really shouldn't fold me up this way."

"I wouldn't if you didn't like it so much." He kissed her bottom lip, smiling when she managed to catch his between her teeth.

"You're gonna get it for sassing me," she promised. He rolled off her, allowing her to stretch her legs out.

He lay on his side, smiling at her as he caressed her stomach with his fingertips. "You are so beautiful. How'd I get so lucky to get a girl so gorgeous?"

She smiled at him. "You kept up with that smile until I couldn't resist."

He poked her belly button. "You didn't try very hard."

She smirked. "Would you have stopped if I had?"

"Not even a little." He smiled so bright. She'd give him the sun if he wanted it.

She finally sat up, reaching over to pinch his cheek. "Will you buy me popcorn and candy at the movies?"

"Only if you'll give me kisses."

She got off the bed and smiled at him. "I don't know if I should. My other boyfriend might not like it."

He got up too and walked around the bed to grab hold of her, leaning down to kiss her lips. "That's too bad isn't it?"

They decided to share a shower, or rather Fitz decided to join her in the shower even after he'd been told not to. Olivia just smiled and turned her back to him like he wasn't there as she bathed. Fitz smirked, reaching out to lather her back with the bar of soap.

"Stop that. We don't have any more time Fitz." He smiled at her stern tone and continued washing her back.

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After a shower that took much longer than it should have, they managed to leave the hotel and walk to the movie theater. Fitz enjoyed holding Olivia's little hand in his, the way it fit so perfectly like it had been meant to be there all along. Olivia's heart swelled. She never imagined such enjoyment could come from walking down the street and holding your lover's hand. It was so innocent, but so exhilarating.

"I can pay for the tickets," she insisted, digging around in her purse for her money, when they reached the ticket booth.

"No you can't." Fitz replied, his wallet already out. The bored-looking attendant just kept his hand out, waiting for the money.

She looked up at him defiantly. "Fitzgerald Thomas Grant, you put that wallet away or I'm going to kill you with it. You can buy the snacks. I'm paying for the tickets."

"Fine." He put the wallet away, smirking as she fished around in her large red purse for money. She finally produced a dollar bill and handed it to the attendant, who exchanged it for their tickets. He looked at them quizzically but didn't say anything. When they walked away, headed for the "Colored" entrance, he shook his head. Their boys were going off to war and coming back with some of the most unsuitable tastes. He had to hand it to Fitz, though. She was a cute one.

"You have different entrances?" Fitz asked as they entered a side door, marked "Colored."

"And water fountains, and bathrooms," Olivia answered matter-of-factly. She looked back at him. "Is it not like that in California?"

"Not where I'm from. It's such a small place, we don't really pay too much mind to those things. There's one of everything." He frowned at the sight of the water fountains she'd mentioned.

"Hopefully it won't be that way here for too much longer."

"hopefully not," Fitz replied as they reached the snack bar. He smiled at Olivia. "What do you want?"

"I don't know. Whatever you get is fine. We can share."

He smirked at her. "Who says I want to share?"

She smiled back, wrinkling her nose at him. "Who says I care what you want?"

"Keep up your sass. You'll pay for it." He turned to smile at the woman behind the counter but quickly dropped it as she scowled at him. "Large popcorn and a Coke, please."

"Uh huh," she replied, thrusting her hand out for his money. He placed two dollars in her hand, glancing at Olivia. Olivia's chin jutted out defiantly, her eyes on the woman as the woman stared at her. When Olivia didn't look away, the woman finally blinked and opened the cash register to give Fitz his change. He stuffed it in his pocket, reaching with his right hand to take hold of Olivia's. He gave it a little squeeze. Her face softened as she squeezed back. "Here y'all go."

He looked at the woman behind the counter. She reminded him of an aunt he had in San Francisco, except for the hatred in her eyes. He'd never been looked at that way, not even by a Nazi. He took their food and frowned as he followed Olivia away from the concession stand. When they reached the door to the theater, he stepped into her path. "Livvie…"

She shook her head fiercely. She'd cry if he said what she knew he would say and she refused to ruin their day. "Don't. Don't you dare apologize for that."

"I just feel so bad. I hate the way she looked at you, at us." She wouldn't look at him. He stared at her, willing her to raise her eyes to his.

Olivia finally looked up at him and her eyes softened. "You aren't them. They aren't you. You have nothing to feel bad about."

"I just…" He looked down at his shoes. He'd never felt so helpless. The fact that the world couldn't see how beautiful and amazing Olivia was because of some preconceived notion about the implications of her skin color made him furious. The fact that he couldn't do anything about it made him feel even worse.

"I know." She reached up to take his face in her hands, pulling his head down so that their foreheads touched.

He smiled. He couldn't help but smile looking at her. "I love you Livvie. So much it makes me crazy. You're the most important person in my life."

"I love you too, more than I've ever loved anyone." She stood on tiptoe to kiss his stubbly chin. "Don't you worry about me. No one can make me feel inferior without my consent, and these people certainly don't have it."

He kissed the tip of her nose. If she could, she'd have plucked his heart from his chest and put it in her pocket for safe-keeping just in case he ever decided he was tired of love. Olivia took his hand to lead him up the staircase that led to the balcony. There were only a few people sitting up there, all of them colored. Fitz guessed the balcony was the colored section. He held Olivia's hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss her fingertips as they sat on the unoccupied back row. She smiled at him as the lights went down.

Half an hour into the movie, Olivia found herself swatting Fitz's lips off her neck every few minutes. Every time she pushed him away he would stop obediently, only to restart within minutes.

"Fitzgerald Grant, stop it now." His left hand danced under the hem of her sailor dress. She swatted his hand away but he only brought it back. With his lips on his neck, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist his sinfully skillful fingers drifting so close to where she craved him constantly.

"Do you really want me to stop?" He ran his index fingertip over the lacy waistband of her lavender panties.

"Please," she hissed. She wasn't even sure what she was asking for. Fitz decided to interpret the answer independently and slipped his hand in her panties. Olivia had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when he reached her bundle of nerves. Fitz grinned in the darkness.

"Does that feel good?" He smirked when her only reply was a whimper as he rubbed her bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned over to kiss her neck, working his fingers down to slip them inside her. Olivia tasted blood as she bit her lip to keep from moaning. Fitz curled his fingers inside her, making her thighs tremble. She nodded, her fingernails digging into his thigh. He turned in his seat so he could push his fingers deeper. Olivia gasped and bit deeper into her lip, a soft whimper escaping. He snaked his left arm around her and delicately clasped the back of her neck. He pulled her face close so he could kiss her to swallow her moans. She grabbed hold of his curls desperately, her thighs falling apart as she scooted lower in her chair, urging him deeper. She could feel her climax building and knew she was in for a core-shaking orgasm.

"I've got you baby. Just hold onto me." She nodded, burying her face in the crook of his neck and groaning against his soap-scented skin. Thankfully the movie was loud enough to cover the sounds of her moans or the whole theater would have gotten an earful. Fitz hissed when her teeth clamped onto his neck as she shuddered thorough an only slightly contained climax, collapsing in his arms.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked then delivered a kiss to her sweaty brow. She could only nod and hold onto him weakly as he stood. She didn't regain proper control of her legs until they reached the stairs. She had to practically run to keep up with his pace as they hurried back to the hotel. He couldn't get her alone fast enough.

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Olivia smiled as she watched Fitz look at the plate of steaming peach cobbler in front of him. He had stuffed himself with fried pork chops, mashed potatoes smothered with gravy, candied yams, and collard greens. Olivia was impressed by the amount of food he'd put away. She had barely finished her chicken and dumplings, having forgotten what large portions her favorite restaurant, Sylvia's Soul Food, served.

"Think you can eat it all?" she asked.

"I might pass out after, but yeah." He picked up his fork and stabbed a hunk of cobbler. Olivia watched with a smile as he put it in his mouth, smiling when his eyes closed. "Oh my God. This is amazing."

She reached onto his plate with her fork and laughed when he swatted her hand away. "No. This is all mine. Get your own."

"Really? That's how you're gonna be?" She gave him her best sad eyes and pouty frown.

He looked up at her and smiled reluctantly. "Don't make that face. I can't take that face, Livvie."

She continued to make the face, even making her eyes water a little for added effect. He sighed as he picked up a hunk of cobbler on his fork. He held it to her lips. "You don't play fair."

She smiled as she leaned over to eat off his fork. "I love you."

"That's not always going to work." He smiled, knowing he was lying. It would always work.

"Enough to get me a massage when we get back to the hotel?"

Fitz smirked. "I guess. The things I do for such pretty eyes…"

"Finish that cobbler so we can go home." Olivia smiled innocently as she slipped off her right red pump then slid her foot up his leg. He smiled just so. Olivia smiled back. "What?"

"You said home," he replied, his smile immovable.

She laughed, beautifully and sweet. "Well anywhere with you is home."

Fitz smiled as he signaled for the check.

A/N: Oooooh I just love all this smuff I'm getting to write for my babies! Next chapter our babies are going dancing and Liv will wear that daring red dress. Will that cause a problem? Maybe. And Fitz still has that ring… But there's more to do before we get to that so until then, leave your reviews! XOXO