"Liv! Come on! We are already behind schedule!" Fitz made it a point to jingle his keys loudly in her direction as frustration seeped through his voice.

"We are not late, Fitzgerald! I'm never late. I just seem to have misplaced some things and I want to make sure we haven't forgotten anything," she explained, moving things around in her suitcase.

"That was your excuse last night and I might have believed you about something being forgotten if you had not made it a point to pack your bags weeks before we finalized the vacation time. If we forgot anything we can just stop by a store and get a replacement. I'm almost 100 percent certain that we have everything," he reasoned.

His words gave her pause and she looked around her currently open suitcase. "Almost 100 percent? That sounds very confident. Care to make things interesting?" She laced the question with sweetness, aiming to disarm him.

"I'll agree to almost anything if it will get us out of here and down into the car in the next five minutes, Liv," he promised.

"How about a wager? You're pretty convinced we haven't forgotten anything so let's bet on your confidence. I will shut my suitcase right now if you agree to the terms."

"Done deal. I look forward to pocketing another win, Livvie. Need help with your bags?"

She shut the suitcase and zipped it close. "I have the little bag and this one has wheels so I should be fine but thanks for offering, Fitz. Once we get down to Florida we'll see who wins the bet," she said with a small laugh.

Fitz shouldered his duffle bag, walking over to wrap an arm around Olivia. "I look forward to collecting on it," he whispered into her ear.

Olivia shivered slightly even though she tried to disguise her reaction to him. He was potent to her senses. All it took sometimes was a word, a glance, a touch or his nearness. Just when she thought she was getting used to being with him and appreciated he would do something that made her heart pound faster while sending butterflies flying inside of her.

Would her reaction to him ever diminish? She had a feeling that the heat between them would always remain-banked just lying in wait to ignite. It was heady, knowing the power and desire that was shared between the two of them.

Fitz felt Olivia shudder and stifled a groan from escaping him. She was so responsive to him and he reacted the same way to her. Every single time he saw her she took his breath away. Every look she sent him caused awareness to pinprick across his skin. When he saw a smile that she reserved strictly for him his insides turned to mush. When she touched him-no matter how brief-he had to fight the physical desire that threatened to take them both over.

It had never been like this before with anyone else. He doubted there was anyone that could do this to him. They were made for each other. Every silence shared, every sentence they completed for one another...the strength of their connection shined through and it only seemed to strengthen with time.

This trip was the next step to solidifying their relationship. By the end of the trip they would be taking a big step toward the next phrase of their lives together and Fitz could not wait.

He had barely managed to restrain himself ever since the Kimberly Mitchell interview. Hearing her being addressed with his last name attached had sent a surge of pride through him. It had not bothered her at all and he couldn't keep the smile off of his face at that fact. Then a few weeks later at lunch with his father the thought of having children had not been off putting to her. Everything was in place down in Florida and the arrangements had been made. He had big plans for his Livvie and hopefully they would blow any expectations she had about the trip out of the water.

"Come on, sweet talker, lock up. I'm more than ready to see that Florida sunshine."

"Me too, Livvie. More than you know," Fitz said with a wink as they walked out and he locked the door.

Closing the trunk of the car, Fitz turned to Olivia and said," Okay, Liv, the gas tank is sitting on full. Let's start the final pre-launch checklist."

"Yes, sir!" She joked as she sat down in the passenger seat and Fitz closed her door.

He opened his door and started the car to check the car's headlights and signals. Walking around the car he looked for any spills underneath and made sure the tires were good. Even though he had just taken it in earlier that week he did not want to leave anything to chance if he could help it.
Convinced that everything was to his satisfaction Fitz returned to the driver's seat and closed his door.

"The car looks good for the trip. Snack check?"

"Snacks are in the back seat and within reach."

"Music check?"

"We have CDs, satellite radio, Pandora and our iPods. I think we're covered, Fitz," Olivia said with a laugh.

"Co-pilot ready?"

"Ready when you are."

"Let's get this show on the road. Music please?"

"I've got just the thing," she assured him as she plugged her iPod into the aux input and Tony Toni Tonè flooded the car.

"Great choice. Okay, we'll be driving a while but the plan is to stop in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina and rest overnight and we will make it to Orlando the next day between mid-morning and early afternoon depending on when we leave."

She leaned over to him and kissed his lips. "I am along for the ride, Fitz,"

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear, Livvie." He leaned his forehead against hers for a minute before pulling back and refocusing on the car.

Two refueling stops and one lunch later they found themselves about a couple of hours north of Myrtle Beach.

"Look, Fitz, a strawberry farm! Let's get some strawberries. It's been years since I've been picked fresh strawberries," Liv said excitedly.

"What my woman wants, my woman gets. We'll pick strawberries until the farm sends us away if you'd like," he said, jokingly.

"Have you ever picked strawberries, Fitz?"

"I can't say that I have but I do enjoy the taste of those plump, juicy..."

Olivia interrupted. "Fitz!"

He got off of the exit ramp, following the signs until they pulled up in front of the farm. "Strawberries, Livvie. What else did you think I was referring to?"

She snorted at his seemingly innocent statement. "You and I both know that you weren't just referring to the fruit."

"I am shocked that you're casting such aspersions on my character. I'm completely innocent. Worst case scenario it was a double entendre but you can't know for sure." He winked lasciviously at her as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"I don't need to be a mind reader since what you are thinking is written all over your face, Fitz," she said, cupping the face in question.

"Prove it, Livvie. What am I thinking now?" His baritone had lowered another octave while he tilted his head, leaning into her hand.

"You're thinking about all the ways you can combine those strawberries with one of your other favorite snacks-me. Am I right?"

"I think you have a future in mind reading, Livvie. That's exactly what I'm thinking. I'm also wondering if I can talk you into a taste test in the field..."

She answered him by pinching his arm. "I don't think so. There could be families around and it would not be appropriate."

"Then let's be inappropriate, Livvie."

"How about we get out of the car, pick some strawberries and then you can have fun with them later."

"That sounds reasonable so I will try to keep myself restrained. I can't make any guarantees though. Maybe a kiss will hold me over. Lay one on me," he suggested, grinning widely.

They both knew that he was not exaggerating about not being able to make any guarantees but Li leaned forward and pressed her lips back against Fitz's, causing them both to temporarily forget their plans.

After packing up their strawberries they were on the road and did not stop until they reached Myrtle Beach. Needing groceries for the night, they stopped by a store to shop for dinner and breakfast items since they were staying at a rental property overnight rather than a hotel.

They had just enjoyed a delicious dinner together comprised of medium-rare filet mignon, portabello mushrooms, golden potatoes with sour cream and chives, and grilled corn on the cob.) A bottle of white wine complimented the meal.

It was time for dessert. Fitz had seen their strawberries in the refrigerator and asked if he could make something with them. Liv had told him that she had plans for those strawberries and to please not touch them. He had complied, only because he wanted to know what those plans of hers were. He stood up to clear the plates, when he noticed she was restlessly tapping her fork on the table.

"Is everything alright?" He questioned, coming around the table to her. He put his hand on top of hers to still the tapping and kissed the top of her head.

"Oh fine. Hey, do you mind clearing the table? I have something I have to do upstairs real quick."

"But, what about dessert?" Liv was never one to miss out on dessert. In fact, at times she chose dessert over dinner and would insist they have something sweet before. Fitz loved sweets too, and it was no sacrifice to him to indulge beforehand.

"Dessert isn't ready yet," she stated, with an enigmatic smile, as she pushed her chair away from the table and ran out of the room. He heard her footsteps pounding up the stairs. He even thought she skipped a few steps, on her way up. He wondered at her erratic behavior.

He turned back to the task at hand and gathered the dishes, taking them to the sink. She tiptoed down, peeked in on him, grinned when she saw him occupied with loading the dishwasher, and tip-toed back up.

She had planned a night of naughty fun and play. White hot coils of desire spiraled through her, setting her on fire. She hurriedly stepped out of her black pants, shucking off the brown tunic-style blouse and kicked off her black sandals. Then she unhooked her brown satin bra before tossing them into the hamper. She quickly shimmied into her hot little number for the evening and then threw a robe over it.

She could hear him in the bathroom downstairs and made her move. She left the room and tiptoed back downstairs to gather up her supplies. She timed his flushing of the toilet with her mad dash back up the stairs. She hid herself in the bathroom and turned on the faucet in the sink to muffle the sound of her giggle. Liv listened to his footfalls coming up the stairs.

"Hey, I really wanted dessert." His voice whined from the hallway. "Do we have any strawberries left?" Knowing they full well did, he decided to test her.

"In the fridge," Olivia called out. "I'll be right out." She told him. She watched his retreating form walk casually down the stairs. His ass looked tight in his slacks. She heard the clanging in the fridge and wickedly smiled, licking her lips.

"I don't see any!" Fitz shouted from the stairwell. He really wanted to know what she was up to. It was obvious something was going on, that he was unaware of. She appeared in the bedroom doorway, a basket full of strawberries in her hand. Her dark brown hair was cascading off of her shoulders and down her back. He audibly swallowed and asked,"How about whipped cream? I suddenly have a craving."

She suppressed a girlish giggle and forced her throat to low sensuous tones. "I have strawberries and cream, my love." He turned slowly to gaze upon the object of his testosterone-ridden affection. She was clad in a transparent gown, fiery thong and a lace bra visible. "Let us satiate that craving, shall we?" She whispered, running her hands down his chest to the target of her interest. She watched as he grew, not even touching him yet.

His mouth dropped open and she popped a strawberry in it. "No drooling," she whispered, placing her lips against his, sucking noisily on the other half of the strawberry.

"Tonight, we're going to have fun my way. You deserve it for behaving...most of the time at the farm." She winked, undoing his pants, sliding them down his legs. He reached his hand out to touch her, but she pulled away and grabbed his hand. She pulled him into the room and towards the bed; he willingly followed.

Olivia pushed Fitz onto the bed, placing the bowl of strawberries and whipped-cream next to him. He grinned watching her as she slowly crawled up his body, kissing her way up his chest, finding his nipples hard from the excitement. She teased each of them with by scraping her fingernails across them lightly before introducing her tongue. His hand cupped her right breast, beginning to massage it.

"Uh uh uh. Take it easy, Fitz," she said with a taunting smile, wagging her finger at him. He relaxed seeing no point in arguing. Besides, he was beginning to like the role-reversal. This was not a side of her he could see himself tiring of.

She sprayed the whipped-cream on his chest and downward, placing strawberries in a design on his firm stomach. Standing up, she opened the gown letting it slide down her body into a crimson pool at her feet. Hitting a switch, smooth R&B music began to pump through the speakers. Slithering back onto him, she nibbled and looked at the scrumptious strawberries, trailing her tongue close to his hardness. She began to move in time to the beat of the music, wiggling her body against his. She straddled him and raised her hands above her head, moving them down over her breasts, seductively skimming her tummy.

Liv unhooked the matching bra-Fitz watched it slide onto his stomach, grabbing it up and lifted it to his nose. She even smelled like strawberries! Her hair was moving in waves and he let it fall against him, tickling and exciting him. She stood up, moved to stand over his face, and pulled down the thin strip of material covering her, tossing it away. He gazed up at her, seeing glistening droplets start to form from her lips. "You wanted strawberries and cream, didn't you?" Her husky voice belted out over the loud music.

Unable to control himself any longer Fitz reached up, pulling her down. She cried out in mock protest. He pulled her beneath him, crushing her to him, smothering her with passionate kisses. His hands massaged her breasts, fingers gently rolling nipples till they peaked. He sucked one into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, paying worship to the other as well. Her head rolled back, as she moaned with pleasure; a naughty grin on her face. She picked up the bowl in offering to him.

Fitz accepted the bowl Olivia offered. "This is what I call strawberries 'n' cream, baby." He whispered the corny line into her ear, as he sprayed the whipped-cream in circles onto her breasts. She shivered with anticipation, as he filled her belly button and topped of his dessert with a strawberry on each nipple. He plopped one in her belly button, and traced a line down to the juncture where her legs met, rubbing it against her bundle of nerves.

"I don't think you need those strawberries and cream," Liv murmured as he placed one strawberry between her nether lips, and surrounded it with whipped cream. He positioned himself between her thighs, moving his head down. She gasped as she felt his tongue touch her, licking around the strawberry before slurping it into his mouth. He devoured her, strawberries, cream, love juices, and all. She writhed in pleasure, feeling a flood of passion overtake her, as he buried his face deeper between her thighs. She trembled, screaming out, and wrapped her legs around his head, pulling him closer. She held him there bucking up to meet each thrust of his tongue-his long, pleasuring, wonderful tongue.

"Ohhhhh...ohhhhhh...I'm coming!" She gasped out and let out one last scream, calling his name as she climaxed. Her juices ran all over his face, as he greedily lapped them up. She finally fell back, collapsing on the bed. He licked his lips, then joined her, pulling her backwards, into his arms.

"Strawberry delight," Fitz whispered softly into her ear, his baritone seductively low, as she recovered from her orgasm. His voice caused more shivers to run along her still sensitive body.

"Just desserts." She flipped over onto her stomach and gave him a grin full of intention. "Oh, by the way, Fitz..." She paused to get his attention. "There's strawberry cobbler in the fridge, if you are still hungry."

He groaned, torn between the tasty dessert downstairs and the tasty dish in front of him. He gripped her hips gently and angled himself, just so. She felt the lust in his purpose, but when she looked into his eyes, she saw the promise of love.

Fitz was the first to wake up the next morning and stretched as his eyes adjusted to the light that was sunlight that was reaching into the room. Olivia looked well rested and probably a bit sore due to their mutual enthusiasm the previous night.

He felt himself harden as he glanced over at the nightstand and saw the whipped cream bottle and empty strawberry container. Strawberries would forever remind him of his Livvie from now on. There was not much that he couldn't relate to her in some way and he counted that as a blessing.

Not wanting to disturb her sleep quite yet he slid his body out from under the arm and leg she had tossed over him during the night and replaced himself with a pillow.

It wouldn't be long before they were in Florida and settled in at the house they were renting during their visit to Walt Disney World so Fitz decided to make them both a hearty breakfast that would last them.

Their plates were nearly finished when Fitz felt a pair of arms slide around him, settling low on his abs.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty. How did you sleep?"

"Mrmmph, Fizmph." Olivia's answer was mumbled into his back, sleepily.

Finishing up their eggs, he turned off the stove and turned, pushing the eggs out of the skillet and onto their plates to complete their meal. Liv felt him moving and moved to sit on one of the bar stools.

He put the skillet into the sink and rinsed it off and then joined Olivia at the kitchen island, plopping into the seat next to her.

"Thank you for breakfast, Fitz."

"It's no problem, Livvie. You know I enjoy cooking-especially for you since you make those sexy little sounds when you eat."

They polished off their breakfasts then showered,managing to pack themselves and their things back into the car in under an hour.

Once they were settled into the rental house and stocked with groceries they headed out to Walt Disney World. They had printed out some plans but they had both agreed that they wouldn't necessarily stick to them, preferring to play things by ear. By the second day they had settled into a comfortable routine that allowed them to alternate parks to avoid crowds and long waits.

They also made sure to take breaks to do things like putt a round of miniature golf at Fantasia Gardens. Surprisingly enough, Olivia managed to beat Fitz but Fitz got his revenge when they raced speedboats at the Polynesian Resort. They rented and watched movies, took time out to read books and they made use the hot tub in the house.

When their time at the parks spilled over, Fitz would surprise Liv with spa treaments, schedule couples massages and usually ended the day with a foot massage just in case any soreness remained.

They dined at the California Grill and watch the Magic Kingdom fireworks from the observation deck. Strolling along the beach of the Polynesian was an experience that both had enjoyed and Fitz made a mental note of just how much Liv enjoyed being on the beach.

Watching the cheesy horror movie clips while dining "under the stars" at the Sci-Fi Dine-In Theatre was a highlight for both of them and they both experienced a horse drawn carriage ride for the first time, together.

Olivia had brought along her camera and managed to get a ton of new pictures of them together and even more of Fitz clowning around. They made it a point to get as many souvenir photos of the two of them as possible with different poses and Disney memorabilia.

Instead of using the buses or water ferry from Disney's Hollywood Studios,they walked along the water's edge to the Boardwalk. While at the Boardwalk, they acted like kids again while playing carnival games. Fitz won in all of their game matches and managed to win Olivia quite a few stuffed toys which she happily gave away to children who didn't fare so well at the games.

"That's nice of you giving away all of those hard earned prizes, Livvie."

"They're going to better homes, Fitz. If I kept every single thing you managed to win me we wouldn't have any room for ourselves at home," she joked.

"Hmmm, we could always get more space to compensate for all of the prizes and gifts. I can't help wanting to spoil you especially becuase you usually don't accept anything unless I can prove it's useful."

"I'll try to be more gracious but it still makes me a little uncomfortable when I think about just how comfortable you are and could be. I have no desire to be a kept woman but I don't want you to think I appreciate the thought that goes into your gifts any less. IT's the simple things that count the most to me and having you is more than enough most days."

"Now talk like that will get you whatever you want, Livvie, but tonight I'm cashing in on one of my bets tonight so we're going to need to dress for it."

"Dress how?"

"Think five star restaurant dress. It will be worth it."

They had just finished their six course meal at Victoria & Albert's and after a quiet drive home they were walking back to the house when Fitz pulled them to a stop in the driveway.

His face was lit up, his eyes excited and eager, and he looked at her with such joy that she was stunned. She remembered that particular look in his eyes-she had witnessed it on the first night they had met.

Fitz stared into her eyes for a moment, and then stepped back towards her. He held out his hand, she gave hers, and he pulled her close. She expected him to kiss her, when she was against his body, so she put her arms around his neck. But instead he just wrapped his arms around her waist, and stared into her eyes again. "Livvie, some of the most important things I've ever said to you, have never passed through my lips." She smiled and giggled lightly, and his eyes softened even more. "But there are some things I have to say out loud."

Olivia tried to hide the flash of worry that passed through her, but she knew instantly, that she'd failed. He frowned at her, and kissed the tip of her nose. "It's not anything bad that you need to worry about, I promise you that. I know this week, hell these last few weeks... have been hard on us and you especially. I know that I haven't been the easiest person to deal with either but somehow we make it work and you manage to exercise patience when I start to let my frustration get the best of me."

Her eyes widened in shock and guilt, "Fitz, how..."

He laughed loudly, and there was no mocking in it. It was laughter of joy, and it made Olivia's heart sing. "I may not be able to read your mind, sweetheart, but I can read your face pretty well." She blushed, and he pulled her tighter.

He kissed the side of her neck, and molded their bodies even tighter. Liv felt the tension begin to build between her thighs, and gasped lightly, feeling Fitz as he began to harden between them.

Fitz chuckled, and pulled back a bit, to look down at her. "Not quite ready for that, Livvie; I have something to take care of first." She blushed, and he gave her a quick but sensuous kiss, leisurely exploring her mouth, before staring into her eyes again. "Liv, I love you so much. The months since we met have been the best of my entire life. I have never been so sure of myself and where I want to be, than when I have you in my arms or in close contact."

Liv's eyes began to water, "I love you too." She leaned up and pressed her lips briefly over his. He sighed and then he took a step back.

Fitz held one of her hands in his, reaching into his jacket pocket with the other, and got down on one knee. Olivia's eyes went impossibly wide, and she stopped breathing. When his hand came out of his jacket, she was not quite sure of what to expect from him. His hand was just closed around something very small. He brushed a kiss across her knuckles before he released her hand, putting both of his behind his back, and after a second, put them both out in front of her. His fists were closed, with his palms facing the ground, "Pick one."

She started laughing so hard that she had to clutch her stomach for a moment. It took a moment to recover, but when she looked back at Fitz's face it was filled with a myriad of emotions that seemed to be warring for dominance. When happiness and love seemed to take over his face and intense cerulean gaze she nearly stopped breathing again.

"Sorry, I thought we could use a quick tension breaker there." Olivia leaned down and kissed his cheek, gently stroking the spot with her hand as he leaned into her hand. When she straightened up, Fitz opened his left hand, and took hers again. Then he turned his right hand over, and opened it.

Nestled in his palm, was a simple gold band, with a large, sparkling clear blue diamond, surrounded by two diamonds. Olivia gasped. Fitz's face stretched into a wide, lopsided grin, causing his dimple to cut into his cheek even more.

"Livvie, will you marry me?"

A single tear fell down her cheek. She was about to speak, when he shook his head a little.

"Wait. Before you answer, there's one thing I want to say. I do not want to hear anything about how long we've known each other, or how long it takes to know you want to be with someone the rest of your life. I refuse to listen to any such silliness. I've know that I wanted you in my life, for the rest of my life, since the first night we met. I've thought about this, and I know exactly what I'm doing. I have never loved anyone the way I love you, Livvie. Nothing has ever made more sense to me than wanting to be with you forever."

Tears were flowing down her cheeks now, and she was having a hard time breathing. He stood up, and pulled her close. "Marry me. I promise I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me."

She laughed lightly and put her fingers over his lips. He tilted his head, his cerulean gaze peering into her chocolate eyes for understanding. She leaned up, kissed him softly, and pulled back. "Yes."

Relief flooded his gaze, and he stared at her in amazement. Another tear escaped the corner of her eye, as she nodded, her voice catching. "Yes, Fitz. Always, yes."

Fitz pulled her body hard against his, crushing her in a powerful embrace. He held her tightly by the waist, lifting her a few inches off the ground, and spun around as he made a loud sound of satisfaction and relief. Laughter trickled from her, as he continued to spin a few more times. Finally he let her down. He pulled back enough to slip the ring onto her left ring finger, and gave her a soft, gentle kiss. "I love you so much." He pulled her tight to him again, enfolding her into his embrace as he murmured more words of love against her neck.

"I love you, too." She sobbed a little, burying her head against his shoulder.

They held each other for several moments, enjoying the knowledge that their lives had just changed.

This is it! The end of FoF! Thank you for sticking with me and I hope this ending was wrapped up in a satisfying way. I will be revisiting this particular version of Olivia and Fitz in a sequel but I'm not sure when I will begin work on that since I will be working on The Finish and a new story that has been sitting in my brain. I appreciate every single follow, favorite and review! =D OXXO