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"Tell me about Mellie." Olivia said randomly. She ran her fingers up and down his chest with the barrier of his T-shirt while he lay beneath her as she straddled his waist on his bed.
"She cheated on me with this guy named Jake.", Fitz said dryly. "I've always known we weren't right, but it was easy.", he sighed.
Olivia liked the fact that he was opening up to her. So often it felt like she was opening up to him, so it was nice to have the roles reversed for once, to have him vulnerable.
"Were you upset?"
"I was with Mellie for coming on 9 years. We got together when I was 16."
Olivia gulped, they had more history then she ever could have imagined. "Was she your first?"
He nodded. He'd resigned himself from Mellie and wished to no longer talk about her. She was his past, and Fitz was looking to charge forward. "Tell me about you... What was your first like?"
Olivia chuckled dryly. "What first? I already told you that everyone at my school hated me."
He frowned. "But what about guys, I mean—"
"I never had a first.", she cut him off. A large part of her felt embarrassed, "I'm still a...", her voice trailed off awkwardly, and her eyes hit the floor.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of.", he told her. "It just makes me realize how young you are."
"Do you think I'm too young for you?"
"I don't know.", he said honestly. Fitz still felt thoroughly conflicted about the entire situation. The only thing he had certain clarity on was that he truly did like Olivia. He liked her a lot, and kissing her only confirmed that, but whether or not their relationship was right left him uncertain.
Olivia sighed, tracing his arms again. "I think we could be good together, I know we could be. I'm smarter when I'm with you, I'm nicer when I'm with you. I'm not such a fuck up when you're around."
He sat up against his headboard so they were now at eye level while she remained in his lap. "You're not a fuck up Liv. You're young and you made mistakes. The important thing is that you learn from them." He watched her smile as he cupped her chin with his thumb and index finger.
"I'm not too young for you Fitz.", she said simply. "I'm not."
He smiled, placing a soft and tender kiss on her lips. She moved forward; revelling in the feeling of his lips on hers. Fitz was a remarkable kisser and moved his lips in the sweetest of ways against hers. He wasn't too aggressive and they'd never yet used tongue, but he certainly made her feel wanted.
"You know when I found those drugs in your medicine cabinet... I almost lost my mind."
"I know.", she said softly.
"The thought of you using...harming yourself...it makes me sick to my stomach."
She could see it in his face and hear it in his voice— he did care for her.
"Fitz I never once touched those drugs. The most I've done was the puff of a joint and I absolutely hated it. I don't want anything to do with any of that stuff and I mean it."
As he looked into her big brown eyes, he could tell she meant it. He saw it in her face they day he found the pills; he could see the fear and disgust. With his hands he held her soft face.
"I'm not trying to make you feel bad Liv I'm not... It's just... If we're going to do this.. If we're going to make this work... If I'm going to risk my friendship with Harrison, I need to know that you're serious. There's no going back, there's no Huck, no Charlie; there's just us and nothing else."
Olivia smiled. For the first time, Fitz had finally mentioned that there was a chance of them being together properly; and in that moment she swore she saw stars. Olivia nodded eagerly.
"There's nothing else, I swear. I want this, I want us, I want you. Nothing else matters to me.", she said desperately.
Fitz grinned, inching his face to hers so their foreheads touched. "I'm serious Liv. I've had one relationship in my entire life, so if this is just some fling to you—"
She kissed him so hard her mouth her. Olivia feverishly gripped the sides of his face, desperate for him to feel what she had for him— what they had to each other. A burning fire surged through her body as her lips danced with his. She loved this, she loved kissing him. And as she pulled away, she knew he loved it to.
"How could you think that /this/ is a fling to me?", her voice breathless. "I want this Fitz, I need this."
"Okay."
"Okay?" Olivia couldn't hide the excitement in her voice as he shot her a smug smile. "Are you giving us a shot?"
"I'm giving us a shot."
She nearly squealed with happiness, throwing herself into his arms. Their lips met again, this time it was soft and playfully; he tugged her lip in between his and felt her smile into the kiss. His large and firm hands moved to her waist, holding her tight and flush against him. After kissing until she was desperate for air Olivia pulled away giggling.
"I've waited for this the entire summer.", she laughed poking his chest. "What in the hell took you so long!"
"Shut up.", he growled, cupping her face with his hand, pushing her onto her back and climbing on top of her. Olivia roared with laughter as he kissed her. She felt limitless, she felt free. She was happy— Fitz made her happy.
He watched her as she dried the dishes that he'd just washed. She wore a pair of itty bitty black shorts which clung to hips and round ass, and purple T-shirt.
"You're pretty cute you know.", he told her from the island stool which he sat.
"Thanks.", she blushed.
He ran his eyes over her, a large reddish purply hickey on the side of her neck. He smirked at his handiwork. He'd kissed her there and boy how she had moaned. Fitz was getting goosebumps just think about it. Olivia had gasped, moaned and rolled her hips just at the sensation of his lips on her skin, and never had he been harder. He couldn't imagine how she would react if he were to put his mouth elsewhere.
"I marked up your neck pretty badly." He admitted.
Olivia laughed, putting away the last couple of dishes. As she turned she could feel his eyes on her, happy that they never left her body. It felt good to just be able to be them, and not have to worry about Harrison or Stephen.
"Whatever.", she shrugged turning back to him. "I love it." She loved having a physical mark on his on her body, and in the real world; she'd flaunt it like a diamond necklace.
He chuckled to himself. "I was thinking we could go out for dinner. There's this place called Sharky's by the Pier. It's not fancy but there's live music and there's a pier—"
"I'd love to.", she gushed out. Olivia didn't think she'd smiled this much in her life as she had in the last hour.
"Good."
"Is this like a date?" Olivia couldn't help herself; she wanted this, more than she'd ever wanted anything.
"Yeah." Fitz nodded his head. "A date."
"Our first date."
"Our first date."
Typical. He'd told her they needed to leave by 7, yet 7:15 she was still blasting music in her room. He sat in the living room, watching the hands on his watch tick.
Upstairs Olivia Pope was freaking out. After curling, then straightening and recurling her hair, she still didn't have a clue what to wear. She'd never been on a date, and had no clue what to even choose.
The restaurant was by the pier, which meant sand. Olivia chose a black halter top, paired with denim high waisted shorts. With a chunky gold chain and her hair in loose curls ending at her breasts, Olivia did a quick once over in the mirror. She grabbed her phone and clutch before racing down the stairs.
"I know I'm late I know I know." She said playfully, throwing on her shoes.
Fitz chuckled playfully, he turned off all the lights, placed his hand to her back and the two of them walked out to the car together.
"You look really nice Liv.", he smiled as they drove to Sharky's.
Olivia beamed back. How he managed to make army cargo pants and a simple black shirt look flawless amazed her. "You look really nice too.", she said sweetly.
After parking the car they were swiftly escorted to their booth out on the patio. The hot summer air had Olivia browsing through the drink menu, and the Florida sunset had her skin glowing.
"Hi there." A friendly blonde server approached them. "My name is Amy, I'll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you guys started on drinks?"
"I'll have a bud light." Fitz turned to her.
"I'll have the same." Olivia smiled only to have Fitz growl under his breath. "I'll have a water..."
Amy nodded and swiftly exited.
"So I can't have a beer?" Olivia huffed playfully.
"You're underage, you can have a some of my beer." He told her with an angelic smile.
Olivia rolled her eyes teasing him. They smiled at each other for a few moments before she spoke up. "You know...I'm not underage if we wanted to...", her voice trailed off slyly and she took her bottom lip between her teeth.
"I know.", he smirked. "Believe me I very aware."
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Huck typed away on his computer with Charlie breathing down his neck.
"Did you find it?!" Charlie snarled. His patience with Huck was growing ultra thin.
"I don't know what you expect me to do. I can't just type her name into google and find her address!" Huck fired back. Quinn was shocked as this was the first time Huck dared to stand up to Charlie.
"I expect you to do as I say. FIND THE GOD DAMN ADDRESS!"
"He said he can't." Quinn barked up. "Stop being so desperate and clingy. Olivia gave you back your money, she doesn't owe you anything. Just leave her alone." Quinn was starting to really get annoyed with Charlie. Olivia wasn't her best friend, but she was no longer going to sit around and watch this psychopath obsess over her. Something had to be done.
Huck nodded in agreement. Charlie was spiralling out of control. He'd called AT&T over 10 different times, demanding access to Olivia's new phone number with no avail.
"Just let it go, let her go." Huck said dryly.
Charlie stormed out of the room at once. Neither of them understood how he felt. He was hurt, betrayed, angry and heartbroken. He couldn't just let it go, it wasn't that simple.
Olivia smiled as the live music began to play. She swayed back and forth to beat while Fitz smirked.
"You dance?"
"Not really." Olivia took a sip of water. "I mean I would but no one's dancing."
They both turned to the dead dance floor and laughed. The date had gone well, the food was good and the conversation flowed seamlessly. After Fitz had handled the check, they two decided to take a stroll on the sandy strip. She wanted to hold his hand, but refrained. She wondered how he felt about public displays of affection, and before her mind could wonder any further she asked.
"Can I hold your hand?", she asked.
He stopped walking with a lopsided smile. He took hold of her waist, pulling her into him and watched as she blushed sheepishly. The sunset casted a beautiful glow on her skin, and in that moment with shy smile on her face she'd never looked more sweet.
"You know I have to hold off on telling Harrison about us.", he said cupping her face.
"I know.", and she understood.
"I care about you, and I want to make this work. I'm serious about this."
"I feel the same.", her small and dainty hands took up residence at the back of his neck.
"So let's enjoy ourselves while he's gone. So no asking me if you can hold my hand." He said with a smirk before tilting his head down and kissing her gently. She had the softest of lips, a small part of him thought that maybe she hadn't been kissed like this before him.
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Let's go home.", she said. "Now."
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His hand took up residence on her thigh the rest of the drive home. Olivia couldn't take her eyes of it. He had large, masculine and roughed hands which contrasted with her smooth skin. She wanted to inch it higher, to the apex of her thighs but refrained. She wanted him, and hoped that he wanted her just as bad.
They barely made it through the front door before their hands were on each other. She kissed him wildly, her tongue thrashing violently in his mouth as her fingers tugged at his hair. His hands were hungry; hungry for her skin; hungry for her. Before either of them knew it Olivia was pinned up against the wall while his lips feasted on her neck.
She reached for his shirt, pulling it over and off his body, her hands running up and down his torso and his lips took hers again. They kissed savagely and hard, wandering from the living all the way to the kitchen. Olivia's flailing hands knocked over a vase, a bowl full of fruit and plate, but never did either break the kiss.
He hoisted her up on the counter, shoving his tongue deeper into her mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him close as her fingernails raked up and down his chest. Her lips were soft, unbelievably. She tasted like the sweetest of riches; his tongue desperate to taste the depths of her mouth.
Olivia was going out of her mind. He pulled his lips from hers causing her to gasp involuntarily before he sucked at the skin of her neck again. Her hands gripped his hair hard; holding him in close to her body as possible. The rough texture of his tongue managed to soothe her now throbbing neck. Hungrily, she ground her hips upwards, feeling an enormous bulge at the seat of his pants. She felt his finger tips at the bottom of her shirt and immediately aided him in taking it off.
Fitz took a step back, simply taking her in before him. Her once pin straight hair was now a tousled mess, her lips were bright red swollen and her brown doe eyes were now glazed over with lust and hunger.
"I don't want to pressure you." He breathed out. Fitz knew in that small move of her hips, she had felt his raging erection. With what little sexual experience she had, he imagined this would all be overwhelming.
"I want you to take my virginity."
Her words hung in the air until she almost regretted saying them.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded her head with an eager smile. She'd never been so certain about anything in her life. She wanted him. Right now Harrison was the farthest thing from both of their minds; it was their time to be selfish. It was their time to give into what they both wanted; what they both craved.
He took her hand in his and Olivia slid off the counter. They both made the journey up the stairs, she watched as his hand turned the knob only to have him turn around frantically.
"Wait!", he said in a panic with a smile. "Give me 20 minutes."
Olivia frowned. "What?"
"Just trust me.", he kissed her pursed lips before turning her away and walking her to her room. "Just stay in here and give me 20 minutes."
"10.", she folded her arms playfully, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"15, and don't come out until I come to get you.", he winked causing her blush. With his lopsided smile he raced out of her room and closed the door.
Olivia sat on her bed, her mind racing. What on earth could he possibly be doing? Her brows kissed her forehead as she heard the front door close and his car take off. She tried not to allow her curiosity to take over. She needed to sit back, allow him to take control of the situation, no matter how untrue to her character it was. Olivia Pope hated being out of control.
She decided to take the time to freshen up. With a brief shower, Olivia felt rejuvenated. She moisturized her skin, slipped on the nicest silk pyjamas she could find, despite the fact she wouldn't be need clothing for what they were about to do. She sprayed a small amount of Chance by Chanel on her body for sweetness. 15 minutes had passed and still no sigh of him, her lips fell to a frown again.
What if he bailed? What if he realized that all of this was one big mistake? What if he just up and left and joined Harrison and Stephen in Miami?
She shook her head, trying to rid the negative thoughts out of her head. As she looked in the mirror Olivia realized the ends of her hair were slightly frizzy from the shower. With a brush and straightener, Olivia did a once over of her hair, smoothing it out.
The sound of his car beeping and the front door opening reaffirmed everything in her mind, this was happening, this was real; they were really. She heard him come up the stairs and run into his room before locking it shut.
"10 MINUTES!", he yelled to her.
Olivia frowned once again. "You said 15!", she yelled back.
"I lied!", he chuckled.
A smile crept across her face as she laid back down on her bed. She didn't feel nervous; not at all. She never felt nervous around him as Fitz had always made her feel more than comfortable. He was the one person she'd ever felt comfortable enough around to let her guard down, to open up to, to cry to. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that she was falling in love with him, she only hoped he felt the same.
The only possible thing that unnerved her was his size. After grinding herself into him, Olivia realized just how manly he was. She gulped at the thought of him inside of her, almost certain she would either pass out due to the pain, or he simply wouldn't fit. Before her thoughts could run completely free, he knocked on the door a few minutes later with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Hi.", he smiled at her. As she sat up on the bed with her silky hair cascading down her shoulder, her bright eyes and shapely body; she looked so desirable.
"Hi." She said in an almost giggle.
He stuck out his hand to her which she took eagerly. Holding hands they walked down the corridor until they reached his room, he turned the knob and opened the door.
The sight literally took her breath away. The room was lit by six candles; three on each side of the room, giving the room an effortless romantic glow. There were then rose petals flowing from the head of the bed all the way to the door.
"Wow.", she whispered softly, her breath still slightly hitched in her throat.
"I wish I could have done more." He said as she turned to him with stars in her eyes. "You deserve—"
She cut him off with a kiss, sucking his bottom lip into hers. "This is perfect.", her fingers stroking his chin. "Thank you."
He grinned, closing the door behind them. He picked up right where they left off downstairs. He kissed her with everything in him, allowing their tongues to dance and thrive off each other. She moaned into his mouth ad the two made the dance towards the bed. Olivia could barely register where they were in the room until her back came into contact with the soft mattress he lowered her onto.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked her with finality.
"Positive." She answered removing his shirt in the process, his sculpted body never ceasing to amaze her. Olivia bit her lip in approval, running her hands along him, desperate to feel him everywhere.
His lips kissed hers once more, tugging at her bottom lip with his teeth for a few moments. Together, they both removed Olivia's pyjamas, throwing them to a pool of silk of the floor. And then she was naked, beautifully naked before him like a dream. He kissed her everywhere; each and every inch of her skin; not a part of her body was left unsavoured by his mouth.
He took her breasts into his hands; kissing, licking, sucking, biting and massaging them until she gasped out loudly. He'd never tasted such heavenly skin than hers. Olivia's response to his touch was more than enough ammunition to keep him going. For such a small and petite young woman with no sexual history, Olivia Pope moaned like a veteran. She gasped at each move he made; every stroke of his finger, every lick of his touch, and every kiss of his lips.
Despite his aching erection, he kept his pants on. Fitz wanted to make sure she was fully aroused before they took the final step together. As he allowed one hand to slowly descend down her body, he looked into her eyes finding the permission he sought. With that he glided a single finger against her wet core before pushing it fully inside of her.
Olivia let out a high pitched screech of rapture; throwing her head back against the pillow violently as her eyes shut tight. As he continued to slowly finger her tight channel Fitz watched as her hips involuntarily matched his rhythm. With his lips to her neck, he continued to rock her to ecstasy. He knew when she was close, she tightened around him, gripping his hair and cried his name out.
"Fitz...", she said almost lazily as her body began to come down from this newly found high. Whatever spell he had just casted on her, whatever magic he bestowed on her body; she wanted more of it; much, much more.
He smiled dreamily at her, watching as her fingers unzipped his shorts and rid him of all clothing. She licked her lips at the size of his manhood; he was even larger than imagined. He was long and thick, and started an intense throbbing between her thighs.
He was on top of her, kissing her lips while his hands roamed her body. The feeling of their naked bodies against one another was indescribable. It was sheer euphoria. Her eyes glided downward, watched as he held himself in one hand; his eyes now a dusky grey.
"I want this.", she reassured him. Olivia smiled sweetly as he got the both of them ready. This being her first time he assumed the top position with ease.
"This is really going to hurt Olivia." He said with some reservation. "I'm sorry."
"I have a tattoo remember?", she teased kissing him quickly. "I can handle it."
Fitz nodded and with a kiss to her soft nose, he began to push inside of her. She yelped a few times, cringing slightly but never to point where she thought it was unbearable. She handled herself well, and a few moments later he stretched himself all the way inside of her.
She breathed out heavily, her body adjusting to the found feeling within her. He smiled down at her, his arms on both sides of her face. "You okay Liv?", he asked kindly.
"I'm amazing.", she giggled. "You feel amazing."
With his forehead pressed to hers, he slowly began to move within her. His strokes were gentle, knowing her body had to adjust to him. He kissed her all the way through as they continued to move together. Her hips matched his thrusts and soon the both of them were moaning out in pleasure.
"Fuck Olivia.", he groaned loudly. "Shit babe you're so tight. You feel incredible."
Babe, she blushed. Leaning her head up to kiss him, she took his tongue hungrily into her mouth. The closer they both got, the louder the two of them got. Her nails dug into the flesh of his back urging him on.
"Mhmm... Fuck. " Olivia purred loudly as his strokes became more powerful as he knew she could take it. Fitz could tell that Olivia wasn't going to be submissive in the bedroom; she was proving to be just as feisty in bed as she was outside of it.
He could tell she was close as she completely tightened up around him. Her entire body clenched up and he watched her face hungrily as she came. Her eyes shut close, her mouth dropped open and she began to shake, screaming his name over and over. Her pleasure meant everything to him, and soon after he spilled his seed inside of her.
"Shit.", he spat out. Their heavy breathing filled the room, replacing their cries of rapture and sex.
"Shit." Olivia laughed repeating him. She ran her hands through his sweaty curls, peppering his face with kisses as he laid down beside her.
The two laid there looking at each other; in complete awe at what had taken place. "Wow.", he smiled pushing sweaty hair off her face.
"Wow."
Neither could find another word fitting to what had just taken place. He smiled at her dreamily, taken completely with this young woman. She turned his world upside down, and his once functional brain to mush. He was hers, entirely.
They laid there silently, his hands exploring the soft edges of hers hips. Olivia watched the way he looked at her, making her feel like the prettiest girl in the world.
After nearly 10 minutes of comfortable, beautiful and serene silence Olivia spoke up.
"Can we... Can we do it again?", she asked coyly. He nearly growled before throwing himself on top her once more as she giggled wildly.
"We can do it as many times as you want." He teased, sucking at her ear lobe; his hot breath against her well kissed neck. As he looked down at her glorious smile; she'd never looked happier and in this moment, he'd never been happier. She made him happy. Fitzgerald Grant had fallen for his best friend's sister.
The next morning he awoke to her as they fell asleep spooning after two more rounds of sex. She was beautiful, she felt wondrous in his arms. What had taken place between them last night was more than sex; it had just solidified everything he'd been feeling since the moment he laid eyes on her.
Quietly and smoothly Fitz snuck out of the bed, grabbed his phone and made his way down the stairs, leaving his sleeping beauty in bed. Once in the kitchen, he started on the feast he'd bring up to her as breakfast in bed. He cracked the eggs, fried the bacon and the sausage, and began working on the toast.
His attention turned to his iPhone which had Harrison listed as an incoming caller. He swiped right immediately. "Hey man." Fitz answered cooly.
"You're not going to BELIEVE THIS!" Harrison cried nearly bursting into laughter. Fitz could hear Stephen wincing in the background.
"What happened?" Fitz chuckled. "What's going on?"
"STEPHEN HAS CRABS." Harrison roared, putting the phone on speaker.
"What the fuck are you two talking about?!"
"I don't have crabs!" Stephen spat out angrily. "I just... I don't know. My dick feels like it's going to literally fall off! This isn't FUNNY."
Harrison nearly keeled over with laughter. Only Stephen would be so stupid as to have unprotected sex. "Well that's what you get when you don't use a /condom/!"
Condom.
His entire body began to shake.
Condom.
"Fitz?" Harrison called loudly over the phone. "You there?" Fitz managed to get his hands to stop shaking long enough for him to end the call.
Condom.
His throat closed up completely; his eyes wide and scared. A few moments later Olivia came down the stairs with a bright eyed smile on her face in one of his t-shirts. She skipped over to him with a pep in her step, but as she got closer the pep was lost. Fitz had never looked so scared and pale in his life, not even after seeing Mellie.
"Fitz?", she said softly to him. "What is it? What's wrong."
Condom.
He didn't respond for ages, but when he did his voice was broken and weak. "Condom.", he managed to choke out. "We didn't use a condom."
Soooo they did the do! But all actions have consequences! (No Olivia is not on birth control)
Until next time! x
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