Hey, I re-made this chapter. A guest brought it to my attention that it resembled another story. I apologize, so here's another interpretation.
The scraped bottoms of her Guess high heel shoes clicked against the ground as she swayed her hips seductively. She cat walks the long sidewalk as the other girls do the same, some talking to guys, others fighting for the men in expensive cars.
It was her first night as one of Madam Sharon Marquette's girls and nervous was an understatement. Her palms were sweaty, her stomach was bubbly and she felt like she was going to throw up. In Atlanta there were so many men, most not too friendly and she couldn't help but think of the worst possible outcome from this situation.
She needs this money.
She needs money so bad.
Her father passed less than a year ago.
Although life insurance was given there was barely anything left. Trying to maintain the house bills, community college, food, and transportation expenses.
Life hit her like a ton of bricks. Before her father died, she was still trying to mend the broken pieces of her failing heart ever since her mother, Maya, and brother Luke passed that night when the local gangsters on the block decided to rob them. Luke always was strong.
Maya was just going to give them the money, but Luke never joined their gang from the start and this only fuelled the anger they had towards him.
This was their reason to get aggressive.
He got honor roll in high school, and at the time he was about to attend college.
The boys were jealous, they wanted to not be angry all the time, to have a loving family with a strong father and food in the fridge, like Luke and Liv but they couldn't so they took the opportunity to take.
The lord gives, but they take away.
If they could never get out the hood he couldn't either.
They shot both Luke and Maya. Maya, one shot in the head, and for Luke they wanted him to suffer. Two shots in the knee caps, then after letting him bleed out a little, one in the stomach. Olivia shakes her head trying to rid the horrible imagery that plagued her mind. She feels emotionless. She knows she is supposed to feel sad, but all those years, all that crying, then her father past. Well, there's just nothing else to shed, no more prayers to scream, no more faith.
The depression slowly eating her soul away.
An all black cadillac with silver rims and blue LED lights pulls up next to her, and she takes a deep breath before slowly extending her long brown legs toward the car.
The window slowly rolls down and she can see a light shadow.
'Of course and my first guy is a white boy.' She thinks shaking her head slightly.
She leans against the car and peaks her head through the now fully open window. "Hey girl, you're looking beautiful tonight." the guy says staring at her breasts.
"Thanks you're quite handsome yourself." she says although she can barely see his face.
"I was just looking for some fun and I saw you. You're by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." he says still staring at her breasts.
Olivia giggles at his attempt to flirt this was so awkward, "You know you can stop the shit."
"I'm serious."
"Ok." Olivia says softly unsure of what she's supposed to do now.
"How much for the night?" the guy says keeping the conversation going.
"$300 for the regular, $500 for the special." Olivia says like the way rehearsed.
"Damn girl, bout to bleed me dry." He says with a grin.
"You want it, I got it, so what will it be you want me or another girl?" Olivia says seductively.
"You." he says sternly. "I want your special." He clarifies. "Hop in."
Olivia opens the passenger door and feels the cold leather against her bare back, trying to soothe all of her worries, but she has a gut feeling something bad is going to happen.
"So what's your name?" the guy asks.
"Alex, what's yours?"
"Nick." His smiles are gone. Replaced with stone cold and a wave of unease crashes over her.
She feels like she is suffocating.
And now that she's sitting so close to him as he's driving away from the curb the streetlights hit his face and she sees his, pale, patches of black hairs connect making a stubbly beard.
Olivia's body swayed toward the passenger door as he took a rather sharp turn in a dark allie way.
"You live down here?" Olivia says as she laughs nervously.
"Shut the fuck up." Nick stopped the car abruptly causing Olivia's body to jerk toward the dashboard as he parks the car.
Olivia was in utter shock and knew at this moment she was in trouble.
Olivia is now panicking.
In the hood she lives in the gangsters with no respect for women, they bragged about their latest conquests, their latest experiences without the permission of the women.
That's why Olivia was still a virgin, she turned 20 last month, but after her mom and brother, she completely shut herself off.
Especially to men.
She knew how to seduce and deceive men, but she just didn't want to.
Five years ago she never would have imagined having sex for money, but her best friend Abby worked the streets daily and paid the rent of three houses and had so much more left over.
Sometimes men would see Abby and take her on week trips, wining and dining her, giving her whatever, as long as they were satisfied in the end.
He stared at her with dark eyes.
"Get out." Olivia could tell he was trying to make his voice even, but it was sinister as his smirk threatened to sear her.
Olivia did as she was told.
Nick grabbed her by the arm forcefully, the sinister smirk still staining his face as he led her to an enclosed place within the alleyway.
X
He decided to take a different route tonight.
In an undercover cop car he watched as a young girl flaunted her body and got in a car with a man.
The whole sidewalk had various women with provocative clothing seemingly strutting with purpose.
Looking up that cars licence plate number the name Nicolas Russo popped up.
This man had several charges of domestic abuse.
"Shit." he exhaled.
Once the car started to leave he turned the key and decided to follow this, 'Nick' guy.
He was a reckless driver for sure, but being in the field with only him in the car it was best to assess the situation then to put on his red and blue lights, and end up dead.
He knew Atlanta and he has seen some things.
Fitz loved his job being a cop, he's almost died a couple of times but it only adds to his undying hunger for adrenaline rushes and helping the community he calls home..
He was two cars behind and drove the exact speed limit, trying his best not to attract unwanted attention.
Once the flashy car pulled into a dirty alley covered with litter and broken needles he knew there was something wrong.
He shut off his front lights and rolled slowly to a complete stop.
Turning his key all the way downward the muffled hums deceased and he could see the woman in skimpy clothing was being directed into the alley.
Where exactly he didn't know.
He grabbed his Glock 22 and tightened his vest.
His duty belt was secure carrying all his needs.
Looking down he switched his radio off and opened his truck door.
X
Nick grabbed on tighter to her arm while he speed walking to the destination.
In the open area, inclosed by an abandoned building. The only light source was a nearby streetlight, the light went through the cracks of the alley and streamed through. Seeming as if it were trying to break through the brick walls and expose the confined area.
She faced forward to see another light source.
A large trash can fire.
Men were huddled around it.
When they saw Nick the men started to whoop and whistle while staring at Olivia.
One walked up to her and stroked her face, "Where did you get her? She's pretty."
The man said with a sick tone and Olivia's stomach did 10 backflips, she needed to get out of there.
The night was still young, so she could find another guy and pay Madam Marquette the next day.
Olivia's thoughts were interrupted by the five men circling around her.
Olivia jumped high being startled and when she landed she dashed quickly in a sprint, but Nick caught her.
He slapped her across the face, hard and picked her up by the waist.
There was a dirty mattress with dust and blood on it.
No doubt they have done what they're going to do before.
The one who touched her face menacingly laughed as saliva dripped from his mouth.
At this point Olivia was screaming and fighting. Kicking and scratching and trying to bite anything that came near her mouth.
"Hold her legs, PJ, and Nick hold down her arms." The other two just laughed as they watched.
He pulled out a glimmering knife that looked aflame from the reflection of the fire and violently cut her shirt.
He savagely grabbed her breasts and slapped them.
Olivia yelped in pain as he gripped her harder moving down to her ear, "Look I don't want to hurt you baby, so don't make me."
He rose his right hand and slammed it down onto her ribs.
Olivia cried in pain, tears propeling down her face.
Olivia's eyes went red, redder than the fire and she fought with everything she had.
Hitting, slapping, kicking, anything the veins in her face were throbbing so hard you'd think they would pop at any moment.
She kicked the guy in the dick, hard and managed to get free.
While she was bear crawling to the opening while the other guys tried to help the one that was on top of her she heard loud footsteps coming near her and tried to push further, but she felt like she had a cracked rib with all the force the man just inflicted her with.
She was tackled to the ground, her head slammed into the hard ground in the process by one of the two men that was laughing and carried back to the mattress.
"Bitch!" the man who ripped her shirt slapped her face with a bone cracking blow. He then extended his right elbow back and struck her right in the head.
Olivia's ears rang and dizziness overtook, but she still prevailed.
Olivia's screams got only louder as her went for her shorts.
It was early June and the night was hot.
Sweat drpped off her struggling body as her shorts stuck to her skin.
All of a sudden she heard, "Freeze! Put your hands up!"
The flashlight tinted with the slightest blue made her see rainbow blotches when she closed her eyes.
"Fuck, five-o!" Nick screamed as he raised his firearm and shot.
The officer shot back and hit Nick and PJ while the other three ran.
Olivia could hear the officer screaming into his radio as he ran for the other men.
Pj was shot in the shoulder, clutching to his bloody arm.
While Nick was shot right in the head, a perfect brain shot, right through the center.
Olivia took her chance and ran for it.
She ran out of the alley and booked it on the sidewalk.
Her breasts hanging out of her freshly torn shirt and her body covered in dirt.
She ran with a twisted limp but froze in her tracks when she saw the police officer. She turned quickly and crouched behind a car.
The hard footsteps slammed the cement.
She could hear shouts in the distance forcing men onto the ground.
When he was in very close proximity to her she moved quietly, snaking around the car.
He breezed past her and there she waited.
His footsteps no longer, she exhaled, finally breath was tangible.
Standing up, stretching her scabbed legs, her breath caught for the hundredth time this night when a deep baritone voice vibrated from the gravel to her shaking legs.
"Ma'am, turn around please." Fitz directed as he examined her body.
"Sir," Olivia caught a quick glimpse of his nametag before turning completely around. "Officer Grant, please don't arrest me." Tears welled up and threatened to splash on the ground and drowned them both.
Fitz saw absolute terror in her eyes but remained calm.
Moving closer he could see she was badly beaten.
"Turn around." Fitz commanded.
Olivia turned face to face with Fitz.
Fitz scanned her whole body.
Her face was turning a slight dark brown from the impact and there were marks on her shoulders as well as cuts on her arms.
"Officer Grant, this was my first night, if you let me go I swear I'll never do it again."
Olivia's heart nearly flying out of her chest.
She was getting dizzy and the adrenaline must have been wearing off.
"Ma'am, I need you to fill out an incident report." Fitz said sternly as he looked in her eyes to make sure she understood.
She started coughing profusely into her arm blood dripped down it, covering her right hand.
She wiped her red lips, leaving streaks of thin blood on her right arm.
From there everything went black.
X
She awoke from the sound of heavy shoes against the wooden floor.
Her eyes fluttered open, the light burned her them.
She shook her head gently and tried to get up.
"Hey, Ma'am, please don't move you have a seem to have slight concussion." The man's voice ricocheted off the walls and into her ears.
Shaking her head, her eyes still squinted from the light she palmed her eyes and started to stand, completely disobeying the man's words.
In her wobbly state she managed to stand upright.
Things coming into the light now, the blurs were focused as she examined her held out arms with bandages over her dirty skin.
Eyes squinted toward the man and she recognized him, the officer.
"Um, I'm sorry." Words hurt to form as she clenched her head in hopes to kill the pain but it just persisted.
"Sit down, I'll get you some medicine." Fitz said raising his arm and moving closer, trying to make her back down from his large stature and dominant position enclosing her.
Olivia waved her hand in the air as a 'no I'm fine gesture' and proceeded to walk.
"Thank you sir, but I need to go." Olivia's head was pounding as she collapsed to the ground.
Fitz shook his head at her stubbornness.
Growing up with a single mother and one sister, he knew how independent women tried to always handle situations on their own were.
Taking hold of her, fireman style he brought her to her original place on the couch, putting her down just to look at her and pick her up again.
He walked to his only spareroom and placed her neatly on the bed.
Leaving the room for just a minute he returned with a cold glass of water and two pain relievers still left over from one of his accidents several months ago.
He knows he shouldn't keep pills, but he's a "just in case" kinda guy.
He approached quietly, for what reason he didn't know and sat on the bed next to her.
Nudging her awake she opened her eyes and he looked in her brown orbs.
Her eyelashes were long.
She looked into his baby blues and there their eyes darted slowly back and forth to each others.
He cleared his dry throat, wishing he could drink the cold water in the glass held with his left hand.
"Two painkillers." Fitz said gently.
He extended his arms and their skin brushed against each others while he handed her the items.
She shoved the two pills in her mouth and gulped down half of the glass.
Panting she says, "Thanks. Why am I here?"
Fitz scratched his head, "Tonight you committed an illegal act." he started while Olivia's face fell.
"I looked you up on the data base and you're good." Fitz paused at how that sounded very creepy.
"Look, I know almost everyone in Atlanta and those I don't know, know me.
If I took you to the hospital everyone would've known.
We caught those guys with actual narcotics and illegal substances and weapons." Fitz took a deep breath.
"If we didn't catch those guys with anything I would have had to turned you in, I would have needed a reason to have shot two of them, other than just hanging around in an abandoned alley looking suspicious." Fitz continued, "I got my reason when they reported their findings on the radio I carried you back to my truck and finished my business with the other police from my department." Fitz finished.
Olivia just took in everything holding a tentative stare on her bandaged face. "Oh." she held her gaze a while longer. "Can I go home now?"
Fitz knew this was way out of character.
Never in his life had he taken a victim to his house.
He needed to connect with her, show her she needed help.
"Liv." he breathed.
Her breath hitched.
Seeing her face he decided to stick with formalities. "Olivia, you can't leave. It's past three.
Where you live you could get hurt even more at this time. As an officer of the law I have taken an oath."
Olivia smirked at his concern and his wack attempt to be a 'know it all'. Egging him on, "Oh, yeah what's that?"
"That, I can't disobey neglection. Neglecting a person in need can result in a fine or suspension of the badge." he completed with an 'I know it all' tone.
"Whatever." Olivia sighed and looked off at the flat screen that hung on the wall. A thin coat of dust covered the pitch-black glass, creating a grey look.
"I'm going to let you get some sleep." Fitz got up from the bed and the springs jolted up bouncing Olivia slightly.
"Where's your bathroom?"
"It's in the hallway I'll show you." Fitz led her to the bathroom.
Olivia's heels had been removed and her feet were bare along with her whole body.
She faltered a little then caught herself.
With the most convincing tone she could muster up she said, "Thank you I'm going to take a shower."
She hated going to bed dirty, especially if she was laying in someone else's bed.
It just disgusted her.
"I don't think that's the best idea." Fitz interjected.
With an annoyed sigh, "Look you're already making me stay here. Thank you for not turning me in but I can't sleep in this filth. It's disgusting." Olivia held her head tightly while faltering.
Fitz rushed her into the bathroom sitting her down on the toilet.
Olivia's head was spinning miles at a time.
He ran the water in the tub.
While the water filled up he started a conversation with her.
He honestly didn't know how bad those guys had hurt her, so if her concussion was actually really bad he didn't want her to go into a coma.
Keeping her awake was good, safe.
"So, Olivia… what's your favorite sport?"
Olivia snorted loudly, "Is that the type of shit you say at a bar?" Olivia slapped her hands to her mouth.
Usually she only talks this way when she's been drinking.
Wine.
Olivia looked down at her dirty feet, powder blue nails trapped under the layer of dust and dried blood.
Fitz chuckled at her comment.
"Well?" He sat across from her, back up against the wall, legs open, feet spread.
"Swimming."
Fitz gave her a shocked expression. "Seriously." Fitz's voice came across as disgusted.
"What!? What's wrong with swimming?" Olivia tried her best to yell while incorporating her infamous sassy body language, but the effects of nausea were getting to her.
"Nothing." Fitz said nonchalantly as he looked away feeling the water.
"How do you like your water?"
"Hot. Don't change the subject." Olivia stood her ground.
"It's not even a sport. Baseball, Basketball, Football, hell even tenis, but swimming?" He shook his head.
"It's on the Olympics, dummy of course it's a sport. Anyways, hey... what's your first name?"
They both fall into laughter realizing they haven't even properly introduced themselves.
"Fitz. Fitz Grant."
"Fitz." Olivia tries it on her tongue and it feels nice.
"Fitz Grant, I'm Olivia. Olivia Pope." Olivia smirked as she holds out her hand.
He takes her dainty hand and covers it with his large fingers.
"Nice to meet you Ma'am."
"Same here Sir."
He smiles, and for the first time that night Olivia saw warmth in his baby blues, the corners of his mouth upward, his cheeks stretching to the limit with his tight skin.
They smile at each other and continue with small talk as the water fills up.
Once the water was done he retrieves a fresh towel and a variety of soaps and shampoos.
She stood up quickly and faltered.
Maybe this 'slight' concussion was not slight afterall.
Dropping the items on the rug right outside the base of the shower he grabbed her by the waist and held her up.
Her head was dangling and her body, soft as it's lifelessness took over.
Fitz set her back down on the toilet and held her up.
After a couple minutes of the awkward position, with her breathing still shallow he scooped her up brought her to the floor where she lay.
Her scars were on display from the lack of clothing, her head looked like it took the most trama.
Dried blood all over her.
Her lips were slightly parted and her soft breath, moving out.
She purred like a baby cheetah, her long claws she used to scratch her way to the street light, lit alleyway from the shadowed predators.
After holding her for two minutes she revived.
Eyes fluttered to meet his intense stare.
He was staring at her face, her lips, and when he locked with her eyes his flesh pinkened and he looked away quickly, still cradling her with his calloused hands, her body, swayed into his muscular arms.
X
Olivia didn't know what to do or say, it was a little awkward but what the hell happened?
Did she pass out?
Clearing her throat, "Um I think I'm gonna take my bath now."
"I don't think that's a good idea. If you pass out, you can drown." Fitz countered.
Why did this guy really care!? Ugh his worry about her was annoying. " I'll be fine."
She felt his grip tighten on her body Fitz was looking in deep thought not realizing his possessive grip on Olivia.
It felt good.
Olivia never being touched before found her body suddenly heating up for some reason.
She needed to get away from this man.
Getting up Olivia clutched her head and looked at Fitz in a 'why the hell are you still here?' manor.
Fitz dusted his pants and got up. He challenged her with an 'I'm not going look'.
Fitz crouched down and put all of the shower items on the shelves of the tub.
Olivia honestly didn't care anymore she was tired as fuck and she just wanted to have a nice relaxing bath.
Turning away from Fitz she removed her torn shirt which already revealed her small perky breasts.
Fitz covered his eyes immediately and turned around walking to the closet and opening it as a barrier.
He'd feel much better if to know she was ok, talk to her the whole time.
Once he heard two shallow splashes of water, then a whole, woosh he knew she sat down.
She shut off the water.
Looking directly at the unopened shaving cream he had in his bathroom closet he asked, "It's not any of my business, so by all means don't answer this if you don't want to but…"
As he pondered a way to ask the question Olivia rolled her eyes at what the next stupid question might be.
"Why do you work for Marquette? You don't seem like a girl who…" Fitz awkwardly finished.
Olivia's breath hitched and she became defensive.
"I told you it's my first night, ok."
"Ok." Fitz left it at that.
Hearing his deep sigh she knew she was wrong. "I'm sorry, you're helping me, opening up your home. Look, less than a year ago something very tragic occurred and well I... need money." She sighed deeply.
Fitz nodded as though she could see him.
When he heard a loud splat his ears perked up.
"Olivia?"
No response.
"Olivia!?"
Shit why was he always right?
Dashing to the tub her face was in the water, small bubbles leaving her slightly ajar mouth.
Quickly, he pulled her head up.
Wet curls stuck to her face and water droplets streamed down her flawless face.
Taking a washcloth he dunked it in the water. He watched as the stiff fabric softened, under the water, expanding with hydration.
All he had was Dove for men, so he squeezed the bar into the and lathered the washcloth.
He started at her shoulders and then her arms.
He lifted her legs. One by one he gently cleansed them with circular motions.
To her feet he washed in between her toes while holding on to her heel.
He didn't want to touch her intimately especially after what happened tonight so he ghosted over her chest lightly and swiped over her stomach.
He flipped the drain and went for a towel.
After he laid it flat across his chest he pinned it down with one elbow and guided her soft body into the towel.
Wrapping it around her small stature he left her ripped clothing and went back to the guest room laying her down for just a second as he sprinted to his closeby room.
As soon as he rushed in her body, still and calm was just the same when he left.
Looking away slightly he unwrapped the towel and held up one of the big t-shirts in his hand.
Gently, careful not to disturb her he slid both her arms through the holes and shimmied the rest down.
He took a large pair of sweatpants and slid them up her legs, grabbing her waist with his whole left hand and lifting her up to complete the job.
He removed the towel from the bed and put it on a nearby chair.
Peeling away the fluffy comforter, he finally picked her up, fireman style and gently laid her fragile body down.
He saw her face, he saw her body.
Even though he got revenge he couldn't help but be furious.
Those men tried to rape her, as if it was a normal thing to do.
He was glad they had illegal substances and guns or else they would have only served for 6 months, now depending on their judge who knows how long their revolting bodies will rot in a shit cycle of daily weapon checks and droppings of soap.
After he shut off the lights he kept the door wide open incase she got up at any point and needed anything, he was a very light sleeper.
X
"Aaaahhahhhhhhhhhh!"
Fitz's body shot up when he heard a scream.
"Stop! Get off of me!
He heard the words choking out of her.
Charging to her room he saw her eyes clenched and her fists balled.
Kicking and slamming her fists on the bed he could tell she was reliving the experience, movement couldn't wake her, she was trapped.
Walking quietly to where she lay, still spazzing he put a comforting hand on her arm.
Olivia recognised the touch and slowly, her dream came to an end.
When she finally settled down she gasped, eyes opened.
"Olivia, you're okay, I'm here."
Choking she tried to thank him, but instead tears rolled down her hot face.
She laughed after this event happened with him, she didn't think her head was that bad, or the attempted rape would really scar her, but she was wrong.
It was one of those helpless dreams everyone has, they have no control over the situation.
They can see themselves in the dream, like a videogame character, the chosen angle a shot of the whole body.
But this night she was stuck to the ground. She tried to make her character, herself move, but they couldn't.
The system was being hacked and she wasn't in control, but then the men came and took advantage of her helpless body, stuck to the moving sidewalk of where she just stayed, glued like a dinosaur on an exhibit project.
Breathing heavily Olivia just sat there, looking up at the ceiling.
How could she go to sleep again?
The clock read 5:56.
Poor Fitz having to wake up to whatever noise she was making.
This was so embarrassing.
Fitz just kneeled down and kept ahold of her arm.
He wanted to comfort her, but that was inappropriate, so he just gripped her arm.
"Liv, I don't have work tomorrow, so I can stay up if that's what you want?"
Olivia nodded her head and rolled over, patting the warm spot she created with her heat for him to lay in.
Fitz instead laid on top of the blankets.
Olivia could tell he never had brought home a victim before, so she let it go. There had to be a professional line drawn anyway, and he provided it.
"What do you like to do Olivia?" Fitz knew family was out of the question and so wasn't explaining the dream, so what is better in a horrible situation to turn the focus on the person, but in a new light, a topic they would be comfortable with.
"I'm going to college for Law."
"Liv, what do you like to do?"
"Um… I like to swim, I like to paint, I like to attend pottery classes at my school, write poetry." Olivia listed off things, forgetting about the recent incident.
Fitz watched her mesmerized, talking about topics he didn't even care about. It was her expression, the way her eyes lit up and the gleam of her smile that shut out the violent honks outside and the smell of pollution that wafted it's way through his houses vents.
They seemed to go on for hours talking about anything and everything.
The air was warm and comfortable they both secretly loved it.
They fell asleep together in Olivia's bed.
If Fitz wasn't so tired he would've ran out of the bed at the speed of lightning seeing this situation as nothing more than unprofessional and inappropriate.
X
For the past month Olivia has been living with Fitz and loving every minute of it.
She should probably go back home, but little by little she's opening up to him and it makes her want to stay.
After the woke up in her bed it was still comfortable. All they could offer was guilty smiles.
Fitz hasn't told any of the officers and he doesn't plan on it.
Olivia's safety is first.
It was 5:50 and Olivia was in the kitchen when she heard the front door open.
"Honey I'm Home!" Fitz has been doing that for the past four nights and it hasn't gotten old yet.
"Fitz, Shut up!" Her laughter is so loud he almost can't understand the words.
Her concussion only comes in waves and rarely now, Fitz rubbed aloe on her scars every night, so they were almost gone, and emotionally she's healing, slowly but surely.
Fitz breathed in the wonderful scent of a home-cooked meal.
Ever since she's stayed here she gets up and cooks him breakfast, packs his lunch with a note, usually something witty signed, 'Liv'.
And after a long day she's there with dinner.
"Hey Liv!" Fitz looks at her butt and almost smacks it. Then thinks to himself, 'We're literally best friends in the span of a month.'
He feels so comfortable around her it's crazy, and his personality has changed so much, he would've
never thought to touch her in an inappropriate way, but she's so different.
"Hey boy!" Liv turns around sees his firm butt and smacks it with a giggle before returning to the pot.
'We even think alike.' Fitz shook his head. "Owwww!" Fitz held his hand to his toosh exaggerating even more.
Whipping her whole body around trying to act innocent, "Are you ok?"
Rubbing his toosh he said, "You hit me!"
"Sir, that is inappropriate I would do no such thing!" Her arms crossed below her breasts in a defensive position.
"Mhmm." Fitz hummed and turned away but as quickly as he turned, he suddenly felt something smack his butt.
Turning his head swiftly he saw Olivia's hand quickly leave his personal space as she pretended to be concerned with the food.
Her face was to the side, so he could see the right profile of her face.
It was obvious she was using her peripheral vision to try to see what would happen next.
Fitz started to walk away and Olivia moved her head to the center. 'Of course he would let it go.'
Her thoughts were everywhere as she stirred the penne. 'I shouldn't have done that!'
Olivia shook her head violently.
Out of nowhere her body is tossed in the air and she is thrown over Fitz's shoulder.
"What the fuck?" Olivia screamed as Fitz took long strides to the destination he had in mind.
Opening the balcony door she starts screaming and laughter immediately pours out of him.
Olivia is scared of heights and Fitz knows.
"Say you're sorry for smacking my butt." Fitz rips her skinny hands off of the glass door she was gripping and screamed even louder.
Fitz didn't give one shit. He lowered his voice to create a scary affect.
"Olivia." He stepped forward one big step.
Olivia still struggled against his grip.
Yeah, she was afraid of heights, but apologizing was literal death.
"Olivia." he said deeper and with more edge he took another big step.
Olivia was whimpering, alligator tears streaked her face.
"Olivia." He said and took his last step landing him right in front of the edge of the balcony.
She clutched onto him like a newborn baby and intertwined her legs with his thighs.
One of her feet still had a heel on it while the other was bare.
Ripping her face from his chest he looked into her tear stained eyes.
He was a policeman, he could do this, he could scare the shit out of her without wiping off her tears, without wanting to comfort her sad eyes.
'Ok'
Fitz put her bum on the thick ledge and gripped her waist while her legs were still wrapped around like anacondas.
"Olivia."
Olivia was done, she needed out.
"Ok, ok, ok, I'm sorry, LET ME DOWN!" Olivia was panicking and Fitz was trying so hard not to burst out of laughter in her face.
"In a full sentence, princess."
"I'm sorry for smacking your ass." Olivia couldn't help but be a smartass and Fitz shook her body as if to drop her.
"Fitz!" she let out a high pitched cry and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Alright, alright I'm done fucking with you." Olivia loosened her grip, Fitz let go and walked away.
"Fitz!" Olivia cried, sitting there in horror.
"What?" He turned back and saw her horrified face in the same position he left her in.
Fitz walked over and picked her up.
Olivia exhaled when she was in Fitz's arms again.
She locked her ankles and held on tight. Her face buried deeply in Fitz's black V-neck.
'He must have showered and changed at work today.' Olivia thought as she breathed his deep scent.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a hard feeling.
On her groin. Her private part she felt a hardness rubbing against it.
The friction was heavy as Fitz kept moving, each stroke she could feel through her leggings.
Olivia needed to see Fitz's face.
She needed to know if he knew.
Her gut would tell her everything she needed to know.
Peeling her face from his shirt her hair bounced as he continued to walk to the kitchen and her body bounced too.
His face was stone, he was concentrating avoiding her eyes.
He knew.
Olivia put her head back down, blushing in embarrassment.
Finally they arrived in the kitchen.
What seemed like forever was just 1 minute.
He set her down on the counter.
His gaze lingered before he tried to pull away.
Olivia held onto him still.
She's never felt a man's body rub against hers.
She loves the unfamiliar sensation, she needs more.
Olivia usually wasn't shy about things she had experience in, sex she only knew what was in the videos.
She gently stroked his face.
His aftershave smelled heavenly.
She wanted to kiss him so bad. She inched closer, excruciatingly slow, giving him the chance to back out.
His breathing got hard.
It was so sexy.
Looking from his eyes to his lips she plunged forward onto his pink lips.
They were wet.
She scooted back and licked her shiny lips.
It was his turn to make a move.
He went for her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth like a tasty candy.
She needed to feel that pleasure when he was carrying her, so she inched her long fingers from his waist to his ass.
She squeezed it hard as Fitz inserted his tongue into her mouth.
She slammed him to her body, opening her whole palms each hand covering one of his cheeks.
Forcefully she held onto his butt and grinded her wetness into him.
She rammed herself on him and moaned in his mouth.
He was so hard and ready.
"Olivia."
Fitz stopped kissing her and her eyes fluttered open looking at Fitz in confusion.
"We Can't." Were his only words as he backed away eyes averted to the freshly swept floor.
Olivia for the first time in a long time was speechless.
How dare he!?
What the hell!?
He just left, the front door squeaked open as she just sat there, listening to the overcooked pasta boil.
Yep...