A/N: I am so sorry this has taken so long. In the last 2 months I've emigrated from the UK to Australia, which has been unbelievably hectic, but everything is settling down now.
I originally wanted this to be part of a longer chapter, but I also want to get something posted for you guys to say THANK YOU for your incredible feedback - I've been so overwhelmed by it all. I love this story and I have big plans for it, so please stick with me.
Hope you enjoy this part!
Fitz feels like he's only been asleep for ten minutes when the sound of an alarm begins to penetrate his consciousness, but it must have been longer than that because he's been having the most incredible dreams. Dreams of brown skin smoother than silk; of the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen; of the feeling of utter contentment, like he's found his soul mate and his best friend and the missing part of his world.
The bed shifts as the warm body in his arms begins to stir, and now he's awake enough to know - he wasn't dreaming. He did meet Olivia Pope last night; he did fall in love with the way she laughed and the tips of her fingers and the soft moans she made long into the morning. He did lie between her legs until her taste became engrained on his tongue and she was a trembling, incoherent mess of multiple-orgasmic bliss; he did make love to her on the floor, against the wall, back on the bed after she went down on him and he could have sworn the Earth rolled right off its axis.
They did flirt and play and giggle until they had tears in their eyes. She did kiss him until he never wanted to kiss anyone else, ever again. They did finally fall asleep intertwined, exhausted; naked, hot and messy in the best way.
And now this unbelievable woman is wriggling in his embrace, reaching out towards her phone which is rousing them at some ungodly hour. Fitz's eyes open slowly and he waits for them to adjust to the light; when they don't, because it's still dark outside, he groans and pulls Olivia firmly back into his arms.
"Five more minutes," she says in a voice full of sleep, and he's so tired but she's so lovely that he presses his lips to her shoulder, his right hand rising up to cup her bare breast…
The alarm wakes him again what feels like two seconds later, and this time he lets his frustration be known with a noise of displeasure from deep in his throat. "Turn that thing off," he grumbles, shifting them so that the contours of her body fit perfectly with his once more - her bottom in the cradle of his pelvis, their knees locked in together. He nuzzles his face in her hair, its scent already familiar, soothing.
"I have to get up," she whispers, and they're so close that he feels the yawn spread through her body before he hears it fall from her lips. When she stretches, every muscle from head to toe, her back arches and her gorgeous ass moves tantalizingly against his crotch. Suddenly, despite the hour and the darkness and the haze of fatigue, Fitz's morning semi is well on its way up.
Olivia tries to turn over but he holds her in place; his exquisitely sexy little spoon. "Fitz, I need to get ready," she protests, but it's even less than half-hearted. He lets his hand wander over her skin, re-familiarizing himself with the softness of her thighs, the firm planes of her abdomen, the pebbled skin of her areolas. He presses his lips to her neck at the same time his thumb brushes over her right nipple, and she lets out the most arousing moan as she just dissolves into him.
"Oh Livvie," he murmurs, his breath ghosting over her skin, making her shiver. He may be exhausted, but his desire for her far outweighs anything else. "If you think I'm letting you leave this bed, you're very much mistaken."
His voice is low and husky; commanding. It makes her gasp and arch into him again, pushing her breast into his eager hand. He's fully hard now, aching for her even though it's only been a couple of hours since he'd fallen asleep more sated than he ever thought possible. Will he ever get enough of her? Will he ever be truly satisfied again, when there will always be more of her to explore, to learn, to fall in love with?
He spreads his hand, using his thumb and little finger to play with both her nipples at once, making her moan and grind into him even more helplessly. He learned last night how sensitive her breasts are - a direct connection to every other erogenous zone she possesses. He's learned a lot about her in a very short space of time: that the backs of her knees are ticklish; that biting her inner thighs really turns her on; that she goes crazy from his tongue alone, but she falls apart completely when he toys with her nipples as well. He's learned that simply kissing her is more than enough foreplay to leave her soaking wet; that she can orgasm from penetration alone, when the angle is just right, but she comes ten times harder when he's lavishing attention on her mouth, her nipples, her clit; that she's at her most beautiful (and that's saying something) when she's curled up in his arms afterwards, vulnerable and glowing and just… totally and utterly perfect.
And he's learned things about himself too, things he'd long-since forgotten: that lust is the most powerful, all-consuming emotion; that tasting a woman is one of his very favorite things to do, and more than enough to drive him over the edge if he's not careful; that he's missed sex, but much more than that he's missed intimacy. He's missed pillow talk and watching each other dress in the morning with fascination and hungry eyes; constant touching and kissing for the sake of it and being completely bare in every imaginable way.
It's ridiculous, really, how comfortable he and Olivia are together just hours after meeting. It's the exact opposite of his early relationship with Mellie, with whom he endured months of formal dates - making small talk in expensive restaurants followed by a chaste kiss on the cheek - before they came anywhere near to being intimate. With Olivia, though, everything is in fast forward: they sped through the 'getting to know you' phase, using their eyes to say it all; they've been kissing like old lovers since the very first time their lips met. She's opened herself to him; allowed him to take control of her body and pleasure it in whatever ways he sees fit.
She trusts him, already, and that might have been daunting if not for the fact that pleasing her is as instinctive as breathing. He's doesn't have to think about what he's doing when his tongue is carefully mapping the magical land between her thighs; when he's thrusting his fingers, his cock, inside of her, easily finding her most sensitive spots. He doesn't have to try and make her moan - she just does, and with everything she has.
He can't help but wonder if this is normal; if this is how it should have been with his wife, back at the beginning. But even as he thinks this, he knows the answer: no, this is not normal. This is extraordinary. This is fate, and he's never believed in that before - not in his line of work - but he believes in this; in them. He believes in happiness again.
And somewhere, right at the back of his mind, in the corners of his heart, he remembers love - and he believes in that again, too.
"Oh my god," Olivia breathes now, and she sounds so desperately close already than Fitz slides his hand down her trembling body, keen to find out if she's as ready as she seems. She parts her legs in anticipation, lifting her right knee back over his, granting him full access to her dripping wet core.
"Fuck, Liv," he groans as his fingers glide easily between her slick folds, his own arousal heightened exponentially by the evidence of hers. He bites on her ear; whispers hotly against it: "You're so wet, baby. So fucking wet..."
He dips his middle finger inside of her and then trails it back up to circle her clit, making her cry out. "Ahh... God, I want you," she whimpers. "I need you to fuck me. Please."
He didn't need to hear her say it to know just how turned on she is right now - it's in every jagged movement of her body; every gasping, breathy moan - but with her words, suddenly the need to fill her, to be enveloped in her heat, is too much. In their state of heavy, half-sleepy arousal he positions himself and slides easily into her, making them both shudder.
"Uhh… Fitz!"
His only response is an animalistic grunt as he begins to move inside of her, feeling her adjust to his size in the most erotic way. He buries his face in her neck once again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her sensitized skin which makes her even wetter. Her arousal coats his fingertips as he draws circles on her clit, hard enough to feel her pubic bone beneath. He knows this pressure drives her wild; drives her G spot onto his cock with every thrust of his hips.
"I'm… so close… fuck…" Olivia gasps, and he already knows that but it's so good to hear in her raw, sexy voice. She reaches up and tangles her fingers in his hair; tugs on his ear because she's learned things about him, too - things that make him fucking crazy. He feels her left hand find his, which has been stretched out beneath her all night, and she interlocks their fingers together in the sweetest way. Fitz grips onto her for dear life as he tries to concentrate on holding back his impending orgasm.
"Touch your nipples," he instructs, his voice gravelly, desperate. She feels so incredible, so responsive, so heavenly. It might have only been hours since he last had her but he's not sure now how he waited so long; he's not sure how he's ever going to wait so long for her again.
Her right hand leaves his hair and he can tell the instant she caresses herself because her entire body tenses up and she whimpers several words: broken sentences, profanities; a long "Fff…" which might have been his name, or fuck, or both.
"Come for me Livvie," he murmurs, pulling her earlobe between his teeth. "Come hard for me. You are so fucking hot… I want you to come so hard…"
And she does, exploding around him with the most exquisite cries, tensing and shaking from head to toe. Fitz holds her close as he takes her through her orgasm and into his, driving into her relentlessly until he can't take it one second longer: he comes fiercely, loudly. There aren't words to describe how sensational it feels to reach their peak together; to fall off the other side in the most blissful, ecstatic synchrony. And, like everything else, it's just so easy with Olivia. Their bodies communicate on some deeper level, well beyond their control. He was correct last night to think he would always regret walking away from her: he would never have learned that sex could be so good; that it could transcend the physical, the emotional, and touch his very soul.
He has no idea how long he's been out of it, floating along on waves of the purest pleasure, when Olivia eventually speaks. "Good morning," she says, and there's amusement in her voice which he just falls in love with. He's woken up with exactly the same Livvie as the one he fell for last night: there's no awkwardness, no evidence of regret. There's just her, funny and charming and amazing as ever, and it makes him so deliriously happy.
"Mmm," he replies, his eyes still tightly shut as he tries to savor this feeling. "I've had worse, I suppose."
She laughs and he feels it in her body, still wrapped tightly around his cock. "Such a charmer. Are you this nice to all the ladies?"
He presses a tender kiss to her shoulder. "There are no other ladies. There's only you, and your mouth is far too filthy to ever be called a lady."
"Ouch."
Fitz squeezes her even closer, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. "I didn't say that's a bad thing. I love your filthy mouth. It's almost the best thing about you."
"Oh really?" She tries to turn in his embrace and he lets her roll onto her back, pulling out of her in the process. He instantly misses their connection. "What's the best thing about me?" she asks cutely, and by now Fitz's eyes have adjusted to the dim light enough to make out her face. She is a thousand times more beautiful than he remembers, and he's momentarily so mesmerized by her that it takes him several seconds to respond.
"That... is for me to know, and you to find out."
"You're mean." She scrunches her nose and he can't help but kiss it.
"I know. You're gorgeous."
"I know."
They share a silly grin. Her gaze falls naturally to his lips and he meets her halfway for a kiss. "I really have to get up now," she sighs, running her fingertips down his cheek. He can tell she's as loathe to leave him as he is to let her go.
"What time is it?" he asks, and suddenly he's fighting back a yawn.
"Not sure. Probably about half six?"
"Jesus." Fitz flops back onto the pillow and closes his eyes. "Why are you up so early?"
"I need to shower, wash my hair, get ready and be at the conference by eight to help set up."
"Ugh. Well, I'm going back to sleep. A man cannot live on three hours' alone."
"A woman can," Olivia says smugly, and he's aware of her moving to sit up beside him. He manages to stay awake long enough to watch her stretch her exquisite body, and the sight of her bare breasts actually makes his mouth water. She notices him staring and he quickly tries to pretend he wasn't looking, feigning sleep. "See something you like?" she asks and he can hear the smirk in her voice.
"Huh? No, I'm sleeping," he mumbles, but he can't stop the smile from spreading over his lips. She begins to giggle and he has to look again because it's such a magical sight.
"Right, I am definitely getting up now," she sighs a moment later, finally moving towards the edge of the bed. Fitz wishes with everything he has that she didn't have to go; that they could spend the whole of their Sunday cocooned here in her suite, gladly ignoring the rest of the world.
"Go on then," he says instead, reveling in their flirtatious banter. "Let me get some peace at last."
"Hey! I'm pretty sure you seduced me."
He can hear that her voice is disappearing towards the bathroom. "I'm pretty sure you rubbed your ass against me on purpose," he calls out in reply.
"Well, I didn't… But now I know that's all it takes, I'll be sure to do it more often."
Her words are music to his ears - and to other parts of his body, too. "I hope so," he says huskily, and when he looks for her she's standing in the bathroom doorway, her incredible figure illuminated by the light from inside, making her glow. Her gaze is smoldering, and he knows his is as well.
"I promise," she says with the sexiest smile he's ever seen. "Now go back to sleep, old man. I'll wake you for breakfast."
Fitz finds himself laughing as he turns over and buries down into the warmth of the covers. God, this woman… If he isn't already in love with her, it's not going to be long at all before he's head over heels.
She wakes him a little while later by gently running her fingers through his hair, and Fitz has never risen from sleep so peacefully before. "Hi," she says, smiling down at him.
His eyes adjust to the sunlight now sneaking in around the edges of the curtains and he's immediately blown away by her: she looks absolutely stunning in a white silk blouse and black pencil skirt, her long hair straight, her make-up highlighting her flawless features. She smells incredible too, like vanilla and expensive salons and something inherently Olivia Pope. It's a heady mix, one which makes him want to kiss her and never stop.
"Hi," he breathes, his hand coming to settle on her thigh. "You look beautiful."
Her smile grows. "Thank you."
"What time is it?" He sits up, propping himself on his elbows, and notices her gaze wandering down his bare chest.
"Seven forty five. My cab's waiting downstairs. I tried to wake you earlier for breakfast but you were in some kind of coma, so I've left some in the dining room for you."
He chuckles at her choice of words. "Thanks."
There's a pause, and he can tell she is trying to figure out how to phrase her next sentences. "Fitz, I had so much fun last night. It was amazing... You are amazing."
"So are you," he says softly, hoping his voice doesn't crack with all the emotion suddenly welling up inside him. "You're the most amazing person I've ever met."
Time stands still. Despite everything they've done together, this is the most intimate moment they've shared and it makes Fitz's heart soar. Just being here, gazing into her eyes as her fingertips trail slowly through his hair, is what he's been missing his whole life: effortless closeness with another human soul; perfect calmness, in the very depths of his being. He revels in it; lets it consume him. He wants to store this feeling, to relive it every day for the rest of his life - how it feels to finally be complete.
Minutes seem to pass until eventually, Olivia's smile widens self-consciously and she leans down to press a brief kiss to his lips. "This is crazy," she mutters, and he can't help but laugh at the incredulous tone of her voice.
"Did you expect anything like this to happen when you were getting ready for dinner yesterday evening?"
She shrugs slightly, her brown eyes sparkling now. "Well, I was hoping to get lucky, but I had no idea it'd be with someone so…"
She trails off, pretending to search for the right word. Fitz feels such joy at the way she flirts; the way they joke and tease, even after sharing such a profound moment.
"Unbelievably handsome?" he suggests. "Devastatingly sexy? Phenomenal in bed?"
"Up his own ass," she finishes pointedly, her eyebrows raised, and he bursts out laughing.
"Touché, sweet Livvie. Touché."
He sits up fully and presses his lips to hers; she feigns indifference at first, which charms him, but it doesn't take him long at all to convince her to kiss him back.
"You should get up," she murmurs, eventually drawing away. There's a dazed look in her eyes which he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of seeing. "You're gonna be late."
Fitz lies back down instead, pulling the covers over himself again. "I'm going to skip the beginning. I've already seen the first talk at the UNICEF conference back in June, and the second one sounds boring."
Olivia looks shocked, and he realizes she's probably never skipped out on anything before in her whole life. "Don't look at me like that," he teases. "It's not like there's an attendance register. In fact, there's plenty of room in this bed for two, if you want to stay…"
For a second he thinks she's actually considering his offer. "You know I can't," she says, but she sounds like she wants to and he'll take that. "I'm setting up and then I'm on the Q&A panel at eleven."
"And after that?"
"Fitz…"
"Are you involved in anything else?"
"No, but- "
"Meet me for lunch," he says firmly. He reaches for her hand and kisses her fingers. "Take the rest of the day off. Let's be naughty and skip it together."
She looks so tempted, and he almost feels bad for trying to corrupt her, but he selfishly just wants to spend as much time with her as possible. She's completely intoxicating: he's already addicted.
"I will meet you for lunch," she finally agrees. "And I'll think about the rest. Okay?"
"Okay."
They smile at one another, ridiculously happy, until their moment is interrupted by the ringing of her phone. She glances at the display. "That's the taxi company calling. Now I really have to go," she says, squeezing his hand before standing up. "Help yourself to whatever."
"Okay. I'll see you in a bit."
She picks up her coat and purse and is almost at the bedroom door when he calls after her: "Liv?"
"Yeah?"
"Is this going to be our first date?"
She rolls her eyes adorably. "I'll think about that too," she smirks, turning to leave.
He waits a couple of seconds before calling her name again. "Livvie?"
"What?" When she reappears, she looks exasperated and it makes him smile. He's sure Olivia Pope is never normally late for anything, but she's just so sexy when she's flustered.
"Can I have your phone number?"
TBC
