A/N: Continued thanks to all of you for journeying with this Olivia and Fitz. I enjoy reading the reviews, they're really entertaining. I see Dr. Ramsey was not a favorite for some of you. :-) Also, please know I will finish this story and will get back to the present, back to Wisconsin, in a few more chapters. Also, my goal is to update once a week on Sundays, if life doesn't interfere. Now back to our regularly scheduled story. Enjoy, and tell me what you think.
Chapter 4. The First Time
They are both nervous not because they are new to this but because it's new for them together. They know how to kiss but they don't know how to kiss each other. They know how to caress but they don't know how to caress each other. They know how to have sex but they don't know how to make love to each other. Tonight they will learn how to kiss, caress, and make love together in the most intimate of ways. The anticipation is high and the air is electric. Will they meet each other's expectations? Will they like each other afterwards?
His mouth is slightly agape as they stand before each other with eyes expressing desire. She stands on her toes and traces his lips with her tongue and his eyes flutter close. She encircles his waist and slides the other hand up his strong back, pulling him closer. She brushes her lips softly across his and he exhales and his warm breath flows across her face. He envelops her, eliminating the distance, and kisses her slowly at first, then deeply, and she moans. The connection is made and the journey begins.
He unbuttons his shirt cuffs then kisses her again because he loves kissing her. She accepts his tongue. He unbuttons her blouse and the panels of the garment fall open, revealing her white lace bra. He smiles, admiring the contrast. He looks at her with desire but waits for permission; it's her choice. She smiles nervously and nods ever so slightly, her silent cue. He smiles too and kisses down her chest. He deftly unhooks her bra and slides down the straps, allowing it float to the floor. His eyes darken at the sight of her unveiled breasts and he licks his lips, a reflexive response.
Hands shaking ever so slightly she unbuttons his shirt and slides it around his shoulders and down his arms, letting it fall to the floor. She stands on her toes and kisses him again, exploring his mouth as she pulls his undershirt over his head. She marvels at the hardness of his body. He's a man. They both smile with desire, but there is no urgency.
She steps out of her pants and chuckles to herself when she hears the clinking of his belt buckle. Quickly discarding his pants and socks they stand before each other with only small patches of material shielding them. His boxers tent and her panties grow more moist as he kisses her, slowly guiding her to the bed. He removes her panties and she spread her legs and his dick twitches from the vision that lay before him.
"Livvie", he says huskily.
She squirms when his hand strokes her pocket.
"Oh, Fitz", she moans and licks her lips. Another silent cue.
His mouth quickly replaces his hand and his dick strains against his boxers. He slurps the liquid pooling around the soft flesh of her inner lips and she quivers.
"I've wanted you forever", he says huskily.
His fingers open her outer lips, revealing her swollen bud and he dives in, licking and sucking voraciously. Her hands fly to his head, pulling him closer, riding his mouth with abandon. He skillfully discards his boxers, without disconnecting from her, and his dick springs free, brushing the bottom of the bed.
"Yes, yes, oh yes", gliding her sensitive nub up and down his mouth.
His mouth is wonderful and she feels untethered, like she's floating away. Her toes grab the sheet, trying to hold on. He inserts a finger and pumps as he suckles her nub.
"Fitz", she screams.
He covers her little sister with wet kisses and her legs tremble. He slides up her body and kisses her deeply.
"Protection", he says with ragged breath.
"Get it. Hurry, Fitz." She's wants him.
He crawls across the floor feeling for his pants that hold his wallet that holds the thin rubber sheath encased in gold foil.
"Fitz, hurry!"
"Shit!"
Olivia laughs when she hears the expletive.
"Are you okay over there?" Sitting up in the bed.
"It's too dark in here. I can't see a damn thing."
Olivia rolls across the bed and turns on the lamp sitting on the nightstand.
"Do you need some help with that?" She clamps her hand over her mouth trying to stifle her laughter.
He's red-faced as he rips open the gold-foiled packet and rolls the thin rubber onto his erection, down to the shaft.
"You're going to pay for laughing at me", he says with dark eyes, walking over to the bed at full attention.
She reaches to turn off the light.
"Leave it on. I want to see all of you."
She nods as he crawls onto the bed. He wants to explore her, all of her, so he slowly kisses and licks and sucks from head to toe. He makes his way down her back and around to her navel, leaving trails of saliva all over her body. He licks a breast, capturing the brown nipple with his mouth, and he suckles like a newborn baby.
"Mmm", she moans, riding his hand, coating it with her juices. She's ready.
"Open your eyes", he demands as he aligns with her opening.
She opens her eyes and gasps as he eases into her soaking channel. They both still, taking time to acquaint themselves with each other. He cups her face, looks into her glazed over eyes, and settles inside her heat. She feels exquisite.
"Keep. Your. Eyes. Open", he says firmly.
His tongue is in her mouth and he goes to work, riding her, slowly exploring her channel. Her legs wrap around his waist and they ride in sync. He's lost in the sensation and thrusts hard. He lengthens and she picks up the pace, riding up and down his ribbed hardness. He stills his movements and watches as she slides up and down his thickness. He loves how her face contorts as she seeks her pleasure.
"You feel so good", she moans, closing her eyes. "So good."
He nods and thrusts harder, over and over, until he discovers her spot, and she screams.
Her trembling walls feel wonderful as he continues the steady pace; reveling in her, feeling her, and learning about her. The grip of her walls spurs him to thrust harder, the friction beckons him to release. He's euphoric and he wants to savor her forever.
"Keep. Your. Eyes. Open", she whispers.
His strokes are more deliberate, long and deep. With each stroke his heart sings, he can stay like this, connected to her forever. She's learned when he is getting close so she wraps her arms tightly around his back and kisses him hard. He returns the kiss as his body surrenders to the sensation.
"God, God, God." He calls out in pleasure.
The air is thick with the remnants of their union and their breathing is heavy. She runs her fingers through his damp hair as they lay in silence trying to regain their senses. His chest heaves on her breasts and his breathing is erratic. The silence is broken when her laughter suddenly fills the room.
"What's so funny?" He asks lazily, completely fulfilled.
"I didn't know you were a religious man", smiling and rubbing her hands up and down his back.
"Actually, my family are devout Christians", mumbling into her chest.
"Wow", laughing softly. "Then I won't tell them what we just did."
The Next Morning
He lay atop her and kisses, and licks, and sucks every exposed part of her his mouth can reach. He's bursting with joy and he can't seem to get enough of her. She giggles and rubs her foot up and down the back of his long legs.
"Spend the day with me", he breathes out while tracing the inside of her ear with his tongue.
"What?"
Her hands stop rubbing his back and she looks at him with a stunned expression, as if he has lost his mind. He sucks her ear lobe and kisses down her neck and smiles. He loves how she says what when she is surprised.
"We have work, Fitz", moving to make her way to the bathroom.
"Let's skip work today", pulling her back onto the bed, kissing down her neck and licking her shoulder.
"Skip work? I've never skipped work. Besides, I have to do something with this." Pointing an index finger at her wild mane.
"Me either", kissing down her throat. "I love your hair", kissing down her arm. "We owe it to ourselves not to be responsible for once - to do something fun."
The idea of skipping work with him is beginning to appeal to her. Besides, he looks so excited, like a kid who is plotting skipping school for the day with his best friend. She squints at him for a moment, taking in his beautiful face, then reaches for her phone. And he reaches for his phone too. After they call out from their jobs they spend the morning continuing to discover each other.
He rolls on top of her, looks into her eyes, and kisses her ever so gently. She returns the kiss in kind, roaming her fingernails through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. He laughs because it tickles and he kisses her fervently because he can't get enough of her. His member is hardening and he needs to be inside of her again. He reaches over to the nightstand, sliding another gold foil packet across the smooth surface.
"Let me", she whispers.
He nods and straddles her as she strokes him firmly. He closes his eyes, now fully erect. She rolls the rubber down to his shaft and he inhales deeply.
"Kiss me", he breathes raggedly.
The kiss is open-mouthed and her tongue glides easily into his mouth as he positions himself inside of her. More familiar with her body he begins to grind and she wraps her legs around his long legs and they grind together.
"You feel wonderful, Livvie. You make me feel so good."
She spread her legs slowly, another silent cue, and he rides her nub with his hard rod. He's learning more about what she likes.
"Yes, Fitz. Just like that. Just. Like. That."
He thrusts hard into her wet channel as the familiar feeling builds slowly in his groin. He feels so damn good. He hasn't felt like this in forever. He continues to thrust, going deeper than she expected, and she gasps. His body is rigid and he squeezes her tightly, closing his eyes. The release is magnificent and he calls to the heavens.
With legs open, she reclines on the pillows propped against the headboard and he lays atop her, with his head resting on her stomach. One long arm hangs over the side of the bed while the other absently caresses a breast. He feels good. After a while, she pats his butt twice, he's too heavy. He rolls onto his back and pulls her on top of him. The room fills with the sounds of their kissing, their new favorite pass time. She grinds on his stomach and he massages her ass, arousal building again. Then their stomachs growl and they laugh out loud.
"We need food", patting her bottom.
"Well you won't find any here." She's straddling him, holding his face between her hands, pecking and nibbling his lips. She can't get enough of him, food be damned.
"Liv ..."
"What? You're the cook", kissing his chin and down his neck.
"We gotta get up", patting her on the butt again. "Go out and get breakfast."
"You gotta get up – go out and get breakfast. After that last round I can't walk, won't be able to walk for days."
He rolls his eyes, slides her onto the bed, and walks to the bathroom.
"We're going grocery shopping later", he says over his shoulder. "We have to have food around here."
She giggles.
XXX
Cyrus Beene walks past Lauren's desk to give his usual two knocks on the door before entering Dr. Grant's office.
"He's not in, Chief Beene."
Cyrus' hand remains on the door knob as he looks over his shoulder at Lauren with a stunned expression.
"Not in?"
"Dr. Grant called earlier this morning to say that he wouldn't be in today - that he's taking a personal day."
"A personal day? Did he say why, Lauren? Is something wrong?" Dr. Grant doesn't take personal days.
"He didn't say, sir. But, I don't think there's a problem", Lauren smiles slightly.
Cyrus looks at Lauren, encouraging her to say more.
"Well, he just sounded happy, sir."
Cyrus' eyes bulge. Happy? He wonders what the hell is going on. Cyrus stomps back to his office, slams the door, and grabs the phone sitting on his desk.
XXX
Dr. Grant's colleagues and the staff in the Pediatric Neurological Unit all know he is indeed a happy man. He's no longer Dr. Freeze, the secret nickname the staff gave him because of his distant and detached demeanor. While he is a somewhat pleasant man, he is reserved and doesn't relate well to people. But recently he's been more playful and open. He's smiling a lot too, an awful lot. He's even tried to tell a few jokes. He's only burning the midnight oil when absolutely necessary. And he's taking vacation days and actually going away for long weekends. The rumors are he's spending a lot of those weekends in Chicago. The rumor mill has concluded that Dr. Grant has been bitten, that someone has stolen his heart.
Cyrus knows the physical and mental demands on surgeons who perform long and complex operations, that's why he hovers. The morbidity and crippling rates are already too high in neurosurgery, so he stays on top of his surgeons' emotional and physical well-being. He needs his doctors to be in tip-top shape mentally and physically when they enter the operating room. He can't afford for them to make mistakes. A mistake would have devastating effects on the patient, their families, the hospital, and most importantly him. Cyrus has a reputation to uphold and he won't let anything or anyone sully it. After all, that's all he has left.
For Cyrus Beene, this 2.0 version of Dr. Grant is a threat to the department. His happiness means there is an outside force involved, a force over which he has no control, and Cyrus Beene always needs to be in control. Whoever has the good doctor flying high can also bring him down to the depths of hell. Anyone, any woman, who has that kind of power is a threat to Cyrus' well-crafted system.
XXX
Before Fitz met Olivia he was unaware how hungry he was, not for nourishment per se, but hungry for an emotional connection with a woman. While he has had his share of relationships, they were all short-lived and meaningless. When the woman seemed to be getting too attached and wanted more, he would find a reason to end it. He doesn't remember why he was exiled to this desert where emotional attachments, romantic or otherwise, were not important and where work became his life, but he knows he no longer wants that life. So he has returned to the land of the living where he feels alive, where he is in love. And he wants her to be with him all of the time, but he doesn't want to scare her away, creep her out with his yearning.
Olivia is spending more and more time at Fitz' apartment, at his insistence of course.
Tonight they sit cross-legged in the middle of his bed eating Chinese food. She's wearing a white camisole and panties and he's wearing pale blue boxers and is bare chested. She dips the chopsticks into the white container and picks up his least favorite vegetable.
"Open", she says, holding the broccoli between the sticks.
"I hate broccoli", he pouts.
"You'll love this broccoli."
He opens his mouth and she slides the green cruciferous floret into his mouth.
"Now chew. You have to start eating more green vegetables, Fitz. Maybe I'll make you a green smoothie for breakfast."
He frowns.
"Why? I eat healthy." He scrunches his face as he chews the somewhat bitter floret.
"See, that wasn't too bad", feeding him a piece of chicken to tamp down the broccoli after taste.
"I still hate broccoli", chewing the spicy chicken.
"Tomorrow - kale", she says triumphantly.
"Tonight - you", he says, grabbing the container from her hand and setting it onto the nightstand.
"Nooo", she squeals, as she sprints from the bed.
"You're going to get it", he says, crawling across the bed and dragging the sheet that's caught around his foot.
"Nooo, Fitz", trying to run into the bathroom but he's too fast. He catches her around the waist with one arm and she laughs hysterically.
She kicks her legs when he scoops her up and carries her back to the bed, dropping her onto the firm mattress. He tickles her sides and she can hardly catch her breath from laughing so hard.
"I won't eat broccoli again and I'm not going to eat kale", tickling her unrelentingly. "Now say it."
"I won't eat broccoli again and I'm not going to eat kale", laughing hysterically.
"Say it", tickling her again.
"No", she says through the laughter.
He continues to tickle her as she tries to escape him.
"Say it."
"Okay, okay. You don't have to eat broccoli again", tears running down her face from laughing so hard.
"And ..." Getting ready to tickle her again.
"You don't have to eat kale tomorrow."
He tickles her again.
"Or ever. You don't have to ever eat kale."
"That's my, Livvie", he says, straddling her and stretching their arms above her head.
He kisses down to her stomach and slides off her panties to access his favorite dish. He inhales, taking in the scent that is unmistakably her. He spread her outer folds and flattens his tongue. He gives her a long lick and her thighs clamp tightly around his head. He laughs and continues to dine. She lifts her bottom from the bed and rides his mouth.
"This is my favorite vegetable", he says as he ravishes her.
XXX
Now that they are officially a couple, Olivia wants her friends to meet Fitz so she decides to host a dinner party where they can all finally meet. She hopes they will like him because she really does. This is the perfect occasion to have a dinner party because it's been ages since the gang has gotten together.
Olivia has invited her best girlfriend Abby, an attorney, who she met shortly after moving to Phoenix. Stephen is coming, they've worked together at the same firm for the past four years. And Carla, who she works out with at the gym, is bringing her police officer husband, Tom. James and Michael are still mourning Ella, of course, and are not in the mood for a party just yet. She understands completely.
Olivia is preparing the apartment for their guests while waiting for Fitz to arrive with the few items she texted him to pick up from the store. Fitz left work early to go to the grocery store to get the items on Olivia's list, now he has made his way back to her apartment, standing in the hall. Arms filled with bags he digs into his pants pocket to fish out his key ring and smiles when he sees the key to Olivia's apartment. She gave him the key a few weeks ago and this is the first time he has had an opportunity to use it. He slides the key into the lock and pushes open the door with his foot. Olivia is setting the dining room table for six when she hears the door swing open. She laughs when she sees him struggling to get the key out of the lock while juggling all the bags. She wonders what he bought. He looks up when he hears her laughing.
"A little help over here would be nice", finally getting the key out of the lock.
Still laughing she walks over and relieves him of some of the bags. He finally gets the door closed and the old woman across the hall closes her peephole, shaking her head and laughing, thinking these two need all the help they can get.
"Hon, what did you buy? My list didn't have this much on it", looking around at all of the plastic and paper bags spread across the floor.
"Olivia ..." he says panting.
Oh-oh she says to herself. He must be upset because he just used the O word. She's trying not to laugh.
"Olivia, you weren't specific about anything on your list. You said red wine. Did you want merlot, pinot noir, a cab? So I got two of each. I also got beer. You said cheese, but you didn't say what kind so I got a gruyere, a stilton, and a smoked Gouda. You said get snacks so I got chips, dips, nuts, chocolate, and something else I think", looking around at all of the bags spread across the floor.
She can no longer suppress her laughter. The harder she laughs the more irritated he gets.
"Babe, why didn't you just text me if you weren't sure what to get?"
"You know I hate texting", grabbing the bags from the floor and taking them to the kitchen.
"Well, we have a couple of hours before our guests arrive so why don't you go shower and change while I put all of this stuff away and finish setting up?"
"Kiss me", he says, still frowning.
Olivia wraps her arms around his neck and grazes her fingernails through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. He pulls her close and gives her a slow and leisurely kiss. His tongue makes its way into her mouth and she moans. He squeezes her butt and walks her back against the refrigerator and starts to unzip her pants.
"Fitz, Fitz", she says breathlessly. "We don't have time. We have to finish getting things ready."
He looks at her in disbelief.
"Do you feel this?" Placing her hand on his crotch. "What am I supposed to do with it?"
"Now would be a good time to take that shower", she says grinning, scooting away from him to unpack all of the bags. "And don't give me that face. It won't work right now."
"You owe me later - big time", he says over his shoulder as he walks toward the bedroom.
"I put your things away in your drawers", she yells after him, shaking her head.
XXX
"Liv, he's a real cutie", Abby says. "Does he have a brother?"
"He does, actually. He's a couple of years younger but they could pass for twins. It's uncanny."
"Yum-my", Abby says, salivating. "You have to set us up."
"He lives in Wisconsin, Abbs."
"Wisconsin, do people really live in Wisconsin?"
"Watch it, Abigail, that's where my man is from", eyeing Fitz as he chats it up with Stephen.
"So, have you fallen for this Wisconsin milkman, Ms. Pope?" Abby eyes Olivia closely as she sips her wine.
Olivia smiles and unconsciously licks her lips, continuing to admire Fitz' firm body across the room.
"I think I have, Abbs. I think I have."
XXX
"So Fitz, Liv says you're some kind of baby doctor", Stephen says with a smirk.
"I am." Fitz examines the man closely, unsure of his tone. "Pediatric neurosurgeon, actually."
"I see", Stephen says, taking another sip of wine. "This wine is really good. I see Liv broke out the good stuff tonight. We've shared many glasses of vino in this apartment", Stephen says smugly, glancing around the room.
Fitz smiles tightly.
"So, neurosurgery is pretty heady stuff, what do you do for fun?"
"I enjoy whitewater rafting, Taekwondo -"
"Ahhh, a kick boxer", Stephen says sarcastically.
"Not quite", thinking he would like to kick Stephen's smug ass right now.
"Well Fitz, Liv and I have been close for years", he smiles, giving Fitz a knowing look.
"Is that so?" He's growing more annoyed with the man.
"Yes. She is a dear, dear friend and I only want the best for her. Are you the best, Fitz?"
"Liv will be the judge of that. Excuse me Stephen, I need to refill the ice bucket."
Fitz is livid and he wants to break something, like Stephen's face.
XXX
Carla and Tom walk over to Stephen when they see Fitz walk away.
"You're not starting trouble tonight are you, Stephen?" Tom asks, holding a bottle of beer in his hand.
"Who me?" He asks with faux offense.
"We saw you over here grilling Fitz. What did you say to him?" Carla asks.
"I told him the vino is very good tonight." holding up his glass and laughing too loud.
Olivia notices Fitz glaring at Stephen from the kitchen so she goes to him and wraps her arms around his waist. Standing on her toes she kisses the back of his neck. The wine has her feeling amorous.
"I'll be ready to pay after our guests are gone", she whispers, rubbing his stomach.
"Not now, Olivia", he says tersely, pulling away and walking to the freezer to get more ice.
There goes the O word again she thinks. Olivia follows Fitz to the refrigerator and rubs her hand up and down his back.
"Babe, is everything all right? Are you okay?" She asks softly, looking up at his tense profile.
XXX
"Stop being an asshole, Stephen. Liv really likes him. You know she's never introduced any of her boyfriends to us before", Carla says.
"Maybe that's the problem", says Tom, hitting a nerve.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Tom?"
"Whatever you want it to mean, Stephen", stepping closer to the annoying man.
"There's no need to get all Hulk on me, Tom. I just let Fitz know Liv is a dear friend and I care about her welfare."
XXX
Abby stands in the middle of the living room sipping her wine and watching the scene between Olivia and Fitz unfold in the kitchen. Then she looks across the room at Stephen, Tom, and Carla, who are standing by the window in the living room. She has an idea of what's going on so she decides to lighten the mood. She walks over to Olivia's entertainment system and changes the music from the smooth jazz dripping through the speakers to an upbeat R&B playlist. She starts to dance when Bruno Mars' Uptown Funk blasts through the speakers.
"Is this a party or what?" Abby yells.
Everyone turns and looks at her as she walks over to Stephen and pulls him onto her dance floor.
"Come on everybody, grab your partner and dance", Abby yells.
Carla pulls a somewhat reluctant Tom onto the dance floor and Liv looks at Fitz.
"Dance with me", she looks at him pleadingly.
He looks at the couples gyrating in the living room and shakes his head.
"Come on, babe. It'll be fun", gently pulling him by the hand.
"I can't", he says shyly, looking down at the floor.
She looks at him and smiles. He looks so adorable when he's embarrassed.
"Then we'll dance slow, right here, in this kitchen - just the two of us. Okay?"
She places his hands on her hips and they sway slowly in the kitchen while their guests party in the living room. He kisses her and thinks he might have to take Mrs. Teller up on those dance lessons after all.
XXX
After all the guests are gone and the apartment is back in order they sit in bed winding down from the night's events. Olivia thinks the dinner party went well and is glad her friends like Fitz. She is in a good mood and is ready to pay her debt.
"So you have now met my insane friends, babe. Carla and Tom really like you. Abby wants to date Tristan because I told her he looks just like you. And Stephen -"
"Is a fucking asshole."
"What?" Turning around giving him a confused look.
"You heard me. He's an asshole. Did you fuck him?" He glares at her.
"No! Never! Why would you ask such a thing?"
"Because the asshole grilled me all night like he was a jealous lover."
"What?"
"Will you stop saying what? You can't tell me, Olivia, you don't know that man has a thing for you? He basically admitted it. I had to get away from him before I kicked his ass."
She is completely surprised by what she is hearing.
"Is that why you were upset in the kitchen?"
"Damn right. You invited your goddamn boyfriend to our dinner party and I didn't like it."
"Wait a minute", she says, standing from the bed and folding her arms across her chest. "First, you need to be real careful how you speak to me. And second, I have never dated Stephen - never crossed my mind actually", her voice trailing off.
Fitz crawls from the bed and gets in her face, towering over her. He's pissed and he's not backing down.
"Well you couldn't prove it by the way he was talking!"
"Why is that my problem? I don't control what comes out of Stephen Finch's mouth!"
"Then you should be more selective of the kind of company you keep!" He yells.
"You're right!" She grabs her pillow from the bed and starts to storm from the bedroom.
"Where are you going? We're not done talking!"
"I'm being selective about the kind of company I keep!" She glares at him and walks out of the bedroom, to her guest room.
"Fine", he yells, throwing his pillow across the room.
XXX
They sleep in separate rooms but neither really sleeps well. They both toss and turn all night but neither is willing to acquiesce, to make things right. In the morning Fitz remembers their argument when he sees her side of the bed is empty. He goes to the bathroom and takes a long, hot shower. His muscles ache and he thinks he has to get back into the doja and he needs to make an appointment with Rika to get a deep tissue massage.
As he shampoos his hair he realizes he was wrong to accuse Olivia of having a relationship with that asshole. And she's right, she has no control over what comes out of Stephen's stupid mouth. He steps out of the shower and wraps the plush bath sheet around his body. He walks into the bedroom and digs through the drawers Liv set up for him. Since they sleep over at both places, they keep extra clothes and other personal items at each other's apartment. He's getting tired of the back and forth.
He decides to go commando today and pulls on a pair of navy blue sweat pants and a gray tee shirt. After getting dressed he goes to the kitchen where he sees Olivia sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading her tablet. She looks tired.
"Good morning", he says, walking over to the coffee maker. He pours a cup of the steamy, hot, black liquid and sits at the table across from her.
"I'm sorry", he says softly, looking into the mug he's pushing back and forth on the table. "I was wrong to accuse you of that ass - of Stephen. I was wrong for yelling. You wanted me to meet your friends and I let him get to me. I let him bait me."
"Do you not trust me?" She finally looks at him.
"Of course I trust you", he says quickly.
"Well it didn't feel like you trusted me last night. You were so quick to accuse me of something I didn't do. And that is just unfair."
"You're right. It was unfair and you didn't deserve that. I just... I guess I got jealous at the thought of ..."
"Fitz, you know you're not the first man I've dated?"
"I know."
"No, I mean you're not the first man that I've been with", looking at him pointedly.
"I know", he says softly, looking down into his mug again.
"Then what is it about Stephen, a man I haven't been intimate with?"
"Liv, I just didn't like the kind of intimacy he implied he shared with you. I got angry - jealous."
"Fitz, you have to trust that I would never intentionally expose you to someone I've dated. That just would be wrong and insensitive. Okay?"
"OK", giving her that irresistible puppy dog face "Can we now have make-up sex?"
She stares into his eyes for a long while and her heart flutters, thinking I have really fallen for this man.
"Yes, we can now have make up sex", swaying her hips as she walks toward the bedroom.