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Fitz was upset, which was an understatement. He had planned to surprise Olivia that weekend but work had got in the way. Sean had called him to say that his record company had a fundraiser in London, and they needed Fitz to perform after another singer had dropped out at the last minute.
"Why me?" Fitz asked exasperated, thinking of Olivia instead of the last minute gig.
"You're famous and you have star power, their words not mine."
The compliment did little to appease Fitz, although he did accept the invitation as it was a cause close to his heart, and also Olivia had urged him to go after he told her about it.
Fitz left for London on Saturday and returned to LA on a Tuesday. With the difference in time zones, he'd barely spoken to Olivia in three days, and he'd missed her terribly. He could tell by her voice that she'd missed him too.
After spending Tuesday night in his own bed, Fitz was on a plane to see Olivia the following morning. They'd spoken the night before and had decided to see each other sooner rather than later. It had been two weeks since their last face-to-face encounter and that seemed like forever.
Waiting for him in Seattle, Olivia spent the time cleaning her small two-bedroom apartment before heading for the airport to collect Fitz.
She had asked for the day off work and Jean had been fine with the request as there was only one appointment for a family portrait and Akeem was happy to help with that.
Olivia felt comfortable with her decision to take time off work, and to have Fitz stay with her instead of at a hotel. After all they were in a relationship and she was more than ready to take it to the next level, whatever that next level might be.
Fitz was buzzing with excitement as his plane landed. Olivia had insisted on picking him up from the airport and he was grateful. Not that he had a problem with finding his way around Seattle. The place had so many millionaires and even billionaires that people weren't fazed by famous people doing mundane things like walking down the street or hailing a taxi.
Olivia saw Fitz the instant he wheeled his suitcase out of the airport, and it took all her restraint not to jump him right then and there. The man just oozed sex and confidence. He was in black distressed skinny jeans, black hoodie with a white tee and Nike shoes. He also had on a NY Yankee ball cap and aviators concealing his beautiful eyes.
Feeling breathless with anticipation, Olivia managed to keep a sedate pace as she walked up to him as he got closer and closer to her.
"Hi." She smiled shyly, her hands clasped in front of her to stop herself from grabbing him.
Fitz didn't even think about it. He just dropped his case and picked her up in his arms. "Hi," he groaned into her cheek before turning his head to devour her mouth. Fitz kissed her like a man starved for days and Olivia knew exactly how he felt because she felt exactly the same way. .
She quickly tangled her fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss, forgetting where they were until they both had to break away for air. Setting her back down on her feet, Fitz cupped her face and said gruffly, "I missed you so much, Livvie"
"I missed you too, babe." Olivia stood on tiptoe to kiss him again, and he kissed her back then they both laughed as her impulsive move nearly made them fall before Fitz managed to steady them both.
Giving her a kiss on her lips and another one on her nose, Fitz slid his hand into hers and reached for his bag. "Let's get out of here. We have a lot of catching up to do. And I don't want to waste a minute of my next 4 days with you."
Olivia laughed happily, gripping his hand as they turned towards her car.
"This is your car?" Fitz asked when he realised the cute red Ford was hers.
Olivia didn't think he was serious so she laughed at his expression while going to the back and opening the trunk for his luggage. But as Fitz still stood there staring, she raised an eyebrow and teased, "Is there a problem, Grant? Is my cutesy car going to hurt your manly man ego?"
He quickly moved to the car and placed his luggage in the trunk. Then he kissed her parted lips and demanded her keys. "I'm going to see how much my manly man ego can take driving around Seattle in your little cutesy car. I might need major ego boost and spinal stretch when we get home."
She was touched that he thought of her home as 'home' already, and she wanted to laugh at the image of him hunched over the wheel of her car, but at the same time she was annoyed too that he wanted to drive.
"Fitz, you're not driving because 1.) you do not know where you're going and 2.) this is Seattle where it's always raining and I doubt you can handle these streets or this car the way I can. So your manly man ego will need to take a self test sitting in the front passenger seat of my car."
Fitz leaned down slowly until their lips touched, then he smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and brought her so close there was no space between them. "You're cute when you get mad."
"You were teasing," Olivia realised.
"Yep." The word caressed her lips.
"I hate you."
He laughed softly his teeth grazing her bottom lip. Then he stepped back, his eyes dark with mischief and desire as he took her hand and led her to the driver's side. He opened the door for her before going over to the other side to take his seat, which had to be adjusted to accommodate his tall frame.
They talked non-stop all the way to Olivia's apartment. Frequently they would hold hands or touch each other's knee, thigh or arm; occasionally they would kiss at traffic stops and pedestrian crossings until an impatient car horn got them moving again.
They somehow managed to make it to their destination without a mishap, giggling as they tried to drag his suitcase and walk with their arms around each other at the same time.
"So this is home," he said when they stopped in front of her apartment door.
"Yes." She looked at him, her face becoming serious. "It's not like your house, Fitz."
He smiled at her, leaning close as he wanted to reassure her. "I know, Livvie, because I expect this place to look like you – petite, beautiful and vibrant."
Olivia smiled at him and opened the door, taking hold of his hand and leading him through.
Once inside Olivia's apartment, Fitz took in his surroundings while she went to get him a glass of water.
Olivia had great taste. The walls were mostly white, with a few mint green accents here and there. The living room had a white couch with colorful pillows and a red rug on the floor. Her home felt warm and welcoming, and carried the scent of lavender.
Fitz smiled when he saw Olivia emerge from her kitchen with the glass. "I've envisioned your place a thousand times, Livvie but this is better. I like it...it's very you."
Olivia blushed at his compliment.
"I was right, Livvie. It's petite, beautiful and vibrant just like you," he finished huskily watching her beautiful brown eyes focus on his mouth.
In the next instant, Fitz had placed the glass of water on a nearby surface and he was leading her to the couch.
Olivia didn't object, giving a soft sigh of happiness as he settled her on his lap. Then she smiled as he reached up and gently touched her hair. It was no longer in twists, her natural curls were free and Fitz seemed to like them that way. He confirmed it by saying that her hair felt so soft in his hands and he liked the scent of coconut. "You look so beautiful like this, Livvie."
Blushing, Olivia placed her lips on his mouth; uttering a shy gasp when he parted his lips inviting her in. They started kissing slowly at first, but that soon changed into a wild passion as their hands went everywhere and their tongues dueled each other..
Fitz nibbled on Olivia's ears, then soothed her with a trail of chaste kisses along her neck. Olivia started to unravel beneath his hot mouth. Soft moans escaped her lips as she began to tug at his hoodie, wanting it off so she could touch him.
He obliged pulling it off, along with his white tee all the while kissing her clumsily as if he couldn't stay away from her mouth. She looked down at his bare chest, forcing his lips to settle for her cheek. In awe, she touched her fingers to his chiseled abdomen and started rubbing her way up to his chest.
Fitz watched her watching him, insanely turned on by this beautiful, shy, bold, sweet, smart, sexy woman. He lowered her on to her back, settling carefully on top of her.
Olivia's body was on fire and it felt so good. Fitz erection was strained against her abdomen. Instinctively she shifted until he was snug against her center, and as if her body had done this a thousand times before, she began moving her hips to create friction that felt so good she moaned and Fitz stared at her with eyes dark with desire.
His hands slid under her sweater and in the heat of the moment Olivia pulled it over head and tossed it away, uncaring where it land while she watched Fitz staring down at her black lace bra. He brushed a gentle thumb over the lace, watching her face then he lowered his head and kissed her through the fabric, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
Olivia gasped at the shock of pleasure that ran through her body at his skilled tongue swirled around her sensitive bud. "Fitz….!" She clutched at his hair. "That feels… sooooo good."
With a soft grunt of satisfaction, Fitz reached behind her back and unclasped her bra before sliding it down her arms. She arched towards him, offering the breast that he had yet to taste and he groaned softly lowering his mouth while covering her other breast with his palm and kneading gently.
When Olivia was sure she had reached a point beyond madness, Fitz trailed his mouth over her belly towards her jeans. That brought her crashing back to reality and she clutched at his shoulder, making him stop and look up at her.
"What's wrong?"
"I have my period."
He stared at her blankly and didn't shift a muscle.
"And I haven't… you know… done this before," she added, her heart thudding.
He continued to stare at her blankly, then when she thought he might lie there like that forever. He shifted, sitting up slowly.
"Are you saying you're a virgin?"
She sat up too dragging a pillow to her chest before replying, "Yes."
She was looking down at the rug so she couldn't see his face but when he didn't respond immediately she was sure he was angry with her, and she was beginning to feel ashamed for having lost control.
Then she felt his hand on her arm and he was tugging her towards him, settling her against his side while she still clutched the pillow. He wrapped her in his arms and breathed out a heavy sigh.
"You should have told me."
She nodded miserably, still not looking at him before blurting out her biggest fear at that moment. "Do you want to go back to LA?"
"What?" He met her gaze in confusion. "No, Livvie, I don't want to go back to LA. I'm here to spend 4 days with my girl, and I'm going to spend every minute of those 4 days with my girl."
"But you're upset that I'm a virgin?"
"I'm upset that you nearly stopped being a virgin for the first on the couch."
"Oh," she dropped her gaze shyly.
"Yes, oh," he repeated gently. "Livvie, look at me."
Olivia looked at him, and her shame and shyness slowly disappeared when he added, "I love you, Olivia. You're beautiful and sexy and passionate and I love all those things about you and more. The fact that you're a virgin isn't going to change how I feel about you. It just means I'm going to have to remind myself to keep my hands off you until the time is right."
"But I don't want you to keep your hands off me, Fitz. I liked it, what happened before…you know the part before I had to tell you I'm having my period. Please do not treat me differently because of my revelation."
A slow grin spread on his face making her blush again and he kissed her cheek, close to the corner of her mouth. "You should know that I still find you very sexy even when you're wearing a pillow."
She drew back, laughing still clutching the pillow. "This is the latest in the hawt couch fashion."
He laughed with her then leaned close to give her another kiss. "So now that I can't have you, what's for lunch?"
Olivia smiled. "A sandwich?"
"Mm, a sandwich," he said with relish. "That's sounds delightful."
She laughed starting to get off the couch.
"Wait," he stopped her. "Trade?"
She saw that he was holding her bra, its strap suspended on a fingertip, and he was holding his other hand out for the pillow she still hugged to her chest.
Blushing, she gave him the pillow then felt a warm rush of happiness as he helped fasten her bra, before planting a kiss on the back of her neck. Olivia got off the couch and went to pick her sweater off the floor and put it on.
"I'm going to make sandwiches now. Are you coming to help?" she asked, stopping in front of him on her way to the kitchen.
I know a lot of you couldn't wait for them to be face-to-face again so here they are! Let me know what you think, review review review! Thanks. Also, I would like to make a shoutout to my unpaid editor as she really helped me with this chapter. ScandalMania you're the best! Stay tune guys! Xo