A/N: The song that Fitz sings does not belong to me or him. If you want to listen it's "I Like It" by DeBarge. I also do not own Scandal or its characters.
Fitz woke up early as he usually did-a remnant from his stint in the Navy-pleasantly surprised when he looked down and saw Liv sprawled on him. She was curled into his side and had thrown an arm on his chest. Her leg was bent and currently rested in between his. His right hand was free but he wasn't sure where his left hand was. He flexed his hand and found that it rested in Liv's hair.
The sun had risen over the park trees outside of his balcony. The bed and its occupants were bathed in sunlight. Fitz blinked and looked at the clock on nightstand. It was just after six and it would be a few hours before Liv had to be up. He wanted to get a quick workout in since he would be stuck at the office for a few hours today and needed to go in with a clear head. He untangled his hand from her hair gently trying to roll her over. When she rolled over trapping a pillow between her legs he wished he could switch places with it. Watching her sleep he pressed a small kiss to her head before getting out of the bed and throwing on a pair of shorts.
Liv was in the middle of a dream starring herself and Fitz on a private island. They had a nice bungalow on the beach that they had enjoyed christening. She was reading a book on their bed when she felt something cool in her belly button. Before she could lift the book she felt the warmth of Fitz's tongue as it dipped into her belly button. Her body bowed in reflex as he continued teasing her belly button then starting licking a trail below it. She closed her book and tossed it onto the nightstand just as...singing broke through the cloud of her dream.
I've been thinkin'
'Bout you for quite a while
You're on my mind every day and every night
My every thought is you, the things you do
Seems so satisfying to me,
I must confess it, girl
Oh...and I like it
You send chills up my spine every time
I take a look at you
Ooh...and I like it
Girl, you're blowin'
My mind with the things you say to me
She cracked one eyelid open and saw Fitz singing while he danced around in a towel. His hair was curly from his shower and he continued singing and gyrating unaware of his audience.
I like the way you comb your hair
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
It's just the little things you do
That show how much you really care
Like when I'm all alone with you
You know exactly what to do
You put that fire inside of me
And make it more than just a dream
Oh...and I like it
You send chills up my spine every time
I take a look at you
Ooh...and I like it
Ooh...and I like it
Fitz had one hand folded up and was pretending to sing into it like it was a mic. He was rolling his hips and pointing to an imaginary audience.
Girl,
Let me run this by you just one more time
You're on my mind every day and every night
My every thought is on you, the things you do
Seems so satisfying to me,
I must confess it, girl
Ooh...and I like it
You send chills up my spine every time
I take a look at you
Ooh...and I like it
Girl, you're blowin'
My mind with the things you say to me
He began humming a bit and skipped forward in the song.
Ooh...and I like
Ooh, I like it, ooh...
Ooh...and I like
I'm just tryin' to satisfy you, girl
You know I really like it
Say baby,
I like those stylish clothes you wear
The way you comb your hair
And every little thing you do
It shows how much you really care
Say, baby, every time I take one look at you
I get chills up and down my spine
And I like it, I like it, and I like it
And I like it, and I like it
Like it, like it, like it, like it, like it,
Like it, like it, babe
Ooh...and I like
Woo...ooh...
Ooh...and I like
He pulled open of one his drawers grabbed a pair of black boxer briefs. Fitz yanked off his towel and threw it over the chair near the bathroom. Liv opened both eyes and took in the wide expanse of his sculptured back, toned legs and his tight butt. She made a small sound as he was putting on his underwear and he turned around as they settled just below his waist. He grinned and she watched the play of his muscles as he made his way over to the bed. Fitz crawled onto the bed and leaned over Liv resting his weight on his arms.
"Good morning, Livvie." He lowered his head and brushed a gentle kiss across her lips. She smiled against his lips and cupped his ears.
"Good morning, Fitz." She closed her eyes and gave him another quick kiss before pulling back. "I must look a mess. I need to shower, brush my teeth, my hair-"
"Shhh." Fitz put a finger against her lips in protest. "You look and smell great, Liv. If you don't believe me I could show you just how good you look, smell and taste." His voice had lowered and his eyes darkened after he completed his sentence.
Her doe eyes widened briefly before she gently nipped the finger resting against her lips. She moved to kiss him more thoroughly and was met with equal passion as they explored each other's mouths. His curls were soft and still wet from the shower as she ran her hands through them. Fitz settled deeper between her legs with the blanket separating them. He cupped her face and began to reach under the blanket just as their stomachs rumbled.
They both pulled back slightly to stare at each other and broke out into laughter. Even their stomachs were in sync. Fitz pressed a quick kiss to her nose and moved off of the bed.
"C'mon, I'll fix us breakfast." He coaxed her out of the bed and wrapped an arm around her.
"You're going to cook in your underwear?" She blurted it out after realizing how ridiculous she would end looking while she watched him cook. His face had taken some getting used to since his gaze seemed to pierce her with their intensity. His voice was made for seduction and it didn't matter if he was talking or singing. She suppressed a small shiver when she recalled just how pleasurable his singing was.
"Why not? I'm not embarrassed and it's just us, Liv. I don't mind but if you do I'll throw on some shorts." He stopped walking to look into her eyes. She gave her head a small shake.
"I don't mind, Fitz...but seriously? Your body is amazing. That chest? Your ridiculous solid midsection?! I can count your abs and see the obliques." Caught up in her explanation she put her hands on him as she continued to point out each defined part she liked.
"Then you have these V lines going down into your underwear." She slid her hands along them and his body tightened in his response.
"That's just the front top half. You have a runner's legs and butt. Your calves...your back, shoulders, arms...hands...what's not to love. You're built like a Greek god and you're still in your prime. You-"
Fitz leaned down to lift her into his arms before smashing his mouth to hers effectively silencing her glowing review of his body. "So you love my body, Liv?"
"The question seems moot at this point, Fitz." She rolled her eyes in a dramatic fashion and laughed when he smacked her ass in retort. "Yes, dear Fitz. I love your body almost as much as I love your singing."
"Yeah? My singing and my body huh...what else do you love about me, Livvie?" He continued walking them towards the kitchen as he asked.
"Your cooking, your kindness, and your honesty." She leaned her head against his chest and heard his heartbeat speed up at her words. She turned slightly and pressed a kiss to his chest and held a hand over his heart. "I think I love this too but it may be too soon to tell."
Fitz felt his heart constrict at her words. She loved him? Was it possible? They hadn't known each other long but things just seemed to shift into place once meeting her. He felt like this was right. She was the one. Who he had been waiting for. She was built for him to love. He was hers for the taking. They belonged together. Nothing would separate them.
"I think it is possible, Liv, because you already have my heart. It's yours. I'm yours. I know it's soon but I also know that I've never felt this with anyone else. It has never been this way and I doubt it ever will be. You own me. We're in this together." He was searching her eyes for signs of doubt but only found a steady gaze that reflected his own feelings.
"We're in this together, Fitz." She reached up and cupped his face lightly brushing a stray curl back. It was curled over his forehead in a Superman fashion. "I'm glad I'm not alone in this. I agree that it's early but I've learned to trust my gut and it's never steered me wrong. I know this, us...it's right."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead and set her down on the barstool while he moved to open the fridge. "I've got eggs, bacon, sausage, home fries and hash browns. I also have oatmeal, pancake mix and toast. What would you like, Livvie?"
Liv's elbows were on the counter as she contemplated the choices. Eggs, bacon...why is he bent over like that in the fridge? I wonder if I could bounce a quarter of his butt. Look at those solid thighs, those defined calves and his feet? C'mon how many guys had feet that were nice to look at? My modern day Adonis. She should take him to the beach and show him off. He had looked great in his swim trunks but seeing all of this extra skin was quite the treat. He should turn around and give me the front again. I need to touch those abs one more time...
"Liv?" His voice broke her out of her reverie. She smiled. "Whatever you're having is fine with me."
"Okay. Pancakes, eggs and turkey sausage sound good?" He began pulling the ingredients out of the fridge and moved them to the countertop.
"Sounds great, Fitz."
"How do you like your eggs?" Fitz began pulling out his cooking utensils. He set out a griddle on his stove.
When he asked a silly YouTube song came to mind and a laugh escaped her. "Scrambled is fine." She was still chuckling as she answered.
"What's so funny about eggs?" He raised his eyebrows in question.
"It's not you. It's just something I saw on YouTube one day. One of my younger coworkers Quinn showed it to me. The guy in the video kept singing how do you like your eggs-fried or fertilized-and when you asked me it just popped into my head." After recounting the story her laughter grew and he joined in after hearing the explanation.
He went to the wall and music began playing throughout the kitchen and living room area. With the music it was not long before Fitz had finished cooking up their breakfasts. He sat his plate down next to hers and they ate side by side on the bar stools at the kitchen island. When they finished Liv moved to the sink to clean the dishes and Fitz was there to help dry them as she finished.
Knowing that he needed to drop her off back to her place soon they both walked into his bedroom together. They both went into the bathroom together and Fitz pulled out a spare toothbrush for her to use. They sneaked glances at each other as they brushed their teeth at their respective sinks.
Liv debated whether or not she should shower here or back at her place but her place won. She still had to do her hair and she didn't have a change of clothes here. There would be other times to test out Fitz's shower and jacuzzi bath. She couldn't believe it but there really would be more days and nights like this together. She was looking forward to it. She watched as Fitz moved from the bathroom directly into his closet through a door she had not noticed yesterday. She could not helps but notice just how convenient it was to have a bathroom connected directly to a closet and the bedroom.
Fitz moved into his closet smiling as he walked in. Everything had gone well so far-their date, dinner, sleeping and breakfast. He wasn't sure if she knew just how much it pleased him to see her in his old Navy shirt. It reached mid-thigh but knowing that it was his shirt keeping her sexy little body covered had it hard to control his semi erect state. He was getting used to being turned on by the simple things she did. Once he had given her the spare toothbrush they had watched each other brush their teeth marveling at the normalcy. It seemed like something they had been doing together forever instead of for the first time. But it was still a first and he wanted to commit it memory. Every first deserved a special place in his memory banks.
He absently dressed himself in a charcoal suit choosing a light blue shirt and dark blue tie. As he walked out of the closet and into the bedroom Liv was making up the bed. She had finger combed her hair and put her dress back on. His shirt was on the chair nearest to the bed.
Liv walked over to him and lifted his collar while he adjusted his cuff links. She began tying his tie while he set his hands on her waist and watched her face scrunch up in concentration. Convinced that she had done a fine job she held up a finger and spun it. He stepped back and gave a small spin for her approval. She was happy with how he looked at pressed her hands to his chest and stood on tiptoes to kiss Fitz.
"One more thing I could get used to." His voice rumbled out and soothed her.
"I was thinking exactly the same thing, Fitz." She went under his suit jacket and wrapped her arms around him. He snaked his arms around her and pulled her close as they held each other. The alarm he had set yesterday started going off indicating it was time to start making moves.
"Time to get you back to your place." Fitz walked over to pick up his phone and detached it from his charger. He grabbed her hand and linked their fingers as they walked out of his apartment.
The drive back to Liv's was quick and pleasant although neither seemed to look forward to separating. "Do you want me to come up?" Fitz asked as he pulled up in front of her building. She gave a small shake with her head.
"It's okay. I have to shower and get ready for work. Thanks for yesterday and today. See you soon, Fitz." She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over to give him what was supposed to be a brief kiss. It changed when she felt Fitz's tongue seek entrance into her mouth and once her mouth opened time slipped away as they lost themselves to the kiss. She pulled back to gather in a deep breath and saw him do the same as he leaned his forehead against hers. He licked his lips capturing her taste and she bit her bottom lip in response to his action. He released his hold on her and watched her as she left his car. He waited until she was in the building before pulling off into traffic.
Once she got back inside her apartment Liv ran into her bedroom, plugged her phone into her charger and began throwing off her clothes. She hopped into the showered and was not surprised when thoughts of Fitz kept sneaking into her thoughts. She was determined to stay focused because she needed to be at work soon. She had to shift back into work mode. Once her hair had been touched her and she was clean she chose a simple slate gray pant suit with a cream colored shirt. She gathered the clothes she had thrown earlier and placed them in her hamper. Grabbing her phone from the charger as she went down to meet Harrison she wasn't surprised to see a text from Fitz.
Fitz: I enjoyed our time together, Livvie. See you soon. Love you. OXXO
Liv: Love you too, Fitz. 3
After the weekend and that early Monday was done Fitz and Olivia settled into a comfortable routine that fit their busy schedules. Olivia learned that while Fitz owned the bar they met at he was also a majority shareholder in his father's company Grant Industries. To prove he had no desire to take over the company after his father stepped down as CEO he had appointed his longtime friend and business partner Tom Ford to act as President while Fitz retained a seat on the board of directors.
Between her client work and his business dealings they made time for daily communication. Sometimes they would meet for late dinners but more often than not they found themselves carving out most of their time for each other on the weekend.
They were comfortable with each other and had become very close over the past month. Fitz would sleep at her place some nights but most nights she found herself at his penthouse. She now had a section of his closet for her clothes and Fitz had given her some drawers as well. He had welcomed her into his home and they had begun referring to each other's apartments as their homes. She had introduced him to her coworkers one night when they met up at his bar. He had introduced her to his friend Tom who had two beautiful daughters that were lucky to have Fitz as their godfather.
Liv's client Mellie had proven to be very demanding to work with but the team was wrapping up her campaign this week so she was going to have some free time. Fitz usually decided his own hours at his company and chose his own hours at the bar since he had reliable managers he could count on. She knew that his father was stressing him out with the company although he did a good job of managing his stress. They discussed possible measures he could make to counter anything that Jerry might bring up.
But this last week had been hellish for both of them. She had not seen Fitz since their last weekend together and it was now Wednesday.
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