Liv was in the kitchen grabbing a few things out of the fridge for the salad they were having with dinner when Fitz walked in.

"You need any help?" He asked as he made his way to the wine rack, pulling out three different bottles.

"If you make the dressing for the salad while I put it together I'll love you forever." She said as she smiled at him.

"Anything for you." Fitz said as he walked over to here she was standing. He took her hand and kissed the inside of her palm lightly before starting on the dressing. Not ten minutes later, the doorbell rang and Liv scurried out of the kitchen to grab the door.

"Hey guys!" Liv said as she answered the door. Frankie and Harrison gave her a hug and Liv stepped aside to let them into the house.

"Wow. This place is massive." Harrison said as he walked around the living room.

"Yeah I know. I got a little lost the first time I came here."

"I can see why. Speaking of, where is that hunk of man?" Frankie asked as she walked towards the sliding glass doors.

"Oh so I'm a hunk? I think I can live with that." Fitz said as he walked out to the living room. "Hey Frankie. Harrison. "

"Hey, Fitz." Frankie said as she smiled at him.

"How about we sit down and get dinner started. I don't mean to brag but I think I outdid myself." Liv said as she started towards the kitchen.

"You let her cook? Lord help us all." Harrison said as he looked to Frankie and chuckled.

"Just for that you get no wine or desert!" Liv yelled from the kitchen. Harrison smiled slightly but kept his eyes on Frankie causing her to blush.

"You know, if you don't want her to find out about this you need to stop with the longing looks of love." Fitz said with a slight chuckle. Frankie and Harrison just looked at each other, not really knowing how they were going to pull this lie off.

Dinner was great and full of conversation. Frankie and Harrison sat next to each other while Fitz and Liv sat across from them. They ate and drank in their usual friendly fashion and kept the topic of conversation to that of Fitz and his work and his intentions with Liv. Although he left out a few key details that he'd only told Liv, Frankie and Harrison began to see why Liv was so in love with this man. He was her match, her one. He was definitely someone that would be good for her in the long run.

After dinner they moved from the formal dining room to the patio where they enjoyed desert in the warm night air. Both couples couldn't keep their hands off of each other, but neither one was exceptionally outright about it. The chocolate soufflé Liv made and the copious amounts of wine taking effect on them. Frankie and Harrison tried to minimize their under the table action, a little hand on the knee/thigh action, fingers grazing every so often, nudges here and there, a few loving looks. Fitz, on the other hand, was determined to show Liv how possessive he could be.

During dinner Fitz had managed to keep his hands to himself for the most part. He would hold her hand from time to time and kiss her on the cheek when she spoke or graze her knee with his calloused fingers sending a shiver up her spine. But as soon as they cleared the dinner plates and moved to the kitchen to grab desert for them and their guests, his intentions were made extremely clear.

"Fitz, we can't…" Liv managed to moan out as Fitz inched up the hem of her skirt, his lips attached to her pulse point. He had her pressed against the refrigerator, the cold stainless steel in deep contrast to the fire that was her skin. His touch always managed to set her ablaze and nothing, except him bringing her to release, could stop the burn.

"We can. I just want to touch you, baby." He mumbled as his fingers made their way to her core. He ghosted over her lower lips before spreading them, exploring her folds and relishing in the wet heat.

"Mmmmm, baby. We need to stop, we have guests." Liv managed to say unconvincingly.

"They can entertain themselves." Fitz said with a smile as he slid a finger inside of her slick heat. Liv gasped as he went to work, gently thrusting his massive digit. Liv couldn't think for a moment. He had this dominance about him that had her at loss for words and weakened her resolve. She knew that if he inserted another finger, if he brought her closer to the edge she would be too far gone to stop and they would be fucking on the floor of the kitchen while her sister and best friend waited. She needed to act fast, her eyes already fluttering closed as he started rubbing deep circles into her mound.

"Baby, stop." Liv managed to say with confidence as she grabbed his wrist, halting all movement. Fitz immediately pulled his attention away from her jawline and looked her square in the eyes. He could see the lust and the fire in her eyes, he knew she would be his in seconds if he continued.

"Do you really want me to stop?" He whispered as he leaned back in to her. Listening to the ragged breath that was trying to escape her body. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to unzip his pants and fuck her against the fridge but that would have to wait.

"Yes." She said in a weak voice.

"Fine. I'll stop." He whispered as he quickly removed his fingers from her depths. Liv whimpered slightly at the sudden void, evoking a smile and a genuinely curious raise of an eyebrow out of Fitz. He moved to wipe his fingers off with a dishtowel but was halted by the small had that was still holding his wrist tightly.

"Livvie?" Fitz asked with a mischievous smirk. She didn't say anything as she stared into his eyes. She didn't know why she stopped him from cleaning up or why she was still holding on to him. She smiled weakly and took a deep breath, trying to regain composure but failed miserably when he placed his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. She moaned at the action, wishing he was licking and sucking her.

"What's taking so long?" Harrison called out from the patio, snapping them out of their little world of lust and back to reality.

"Sorry! Be out in a second!" Liv said as she straightened out her skirt and moved to grab the cooled desert from the island.

"You know you're going to pay for that later." Fitz said as he watched her work quickly to get the soufflé's on a tray.

"Pay for what?" She asked, knowing good and well what she would be paying for as soon as the guests were out the door. He smiled charmingly at her as he waltzed over to the island where she was standing. He placed two fingers under her chin and turned her face so she could look him in the eyes. He pressed his forehead into hers and brushed his nose against hers.

"You know that I'm not going to be able to keep my hands to myself." Fitz said as he brushed a strand of hair from out of her face.

"I know." She said in a voice she hardly recognized. "But I promise, after Frankie and Harrison leave, I'm all yours."

Fitz smiled and kissed her lightly. He pulled away from her and helped to bring out the deserts to their friends.

"It's about time!" Frankie yelled from around the pool where she and Harrison had moved as they took in the massive estate.

"So what are you boys going to do while we're gone?" Frankie Liv asked as they sat on the patio drinking wine and slowly eating dessert.

"You're going too?" Fitz asked as he took a sip of wine.

"Yes. Liv's going to need help with equipment and materials so I figured I'd tag along so she doesn't have to pay someone to do it for her. Plus, I haven't been to Greece in so long and it's the perfect excuse." Frankie said with a giggle.

"I've never been to Greece." Fitz said as he intertwined his fingers with Liv's.

"Really? Babe you should join us when we get there. Greece is beautiful in the summer. Hell it's beautiful year round but, come. Please?" Liv said as she placed a small kiss on the side of his mouth. Fitz didn't need much persuasion. Liv would be gone for basically a month and that was more than enough time to get some work done and even possibly finish his book. He would need to see her. He always needed to see her. To be near her and touch her skin.

"Sure. I'll go. Just let me know the dates and I'll get a ticket." Fitz said with a smile. Liv's eyes grew bright and he knew she really wanted him there. He knew she would miss him just as much as he would miss her.

"Yay! Okay good. Well that means you need to get your ass on a plane as well, Harrison. I can't force Frankie to be a third wheel." Liv said as she snuggled into Fitz's side. His warmth covering her as a slight breeze chilled the night air.

"Me?" Harrison said looking over at Frankie for assurance.

"Yeah. Why not? We can rent separate places. You and I can share a place and Fitz and Liv can do their thing. I don't wanna hear them fucking at all hours of the night so please say you'll come." Frankie said with a wink. Liv almost choked on her wine and Fitz let out a loud laughter.

"Frankie!" Liv managed to say as she composed herself.

"Liv! C'mon you know I'm right. Fitz looks like he has an appetite that takes a while to satisfy." Fitz could only laugh. She was right and he wasn't going to deny it. He'd never been insatiable. With Mellie the sex was good, when they had it. Usually just good enough to take the edge off. But with Liv? His body couldn't contain itself in regards to her. They would have sex a few times a day and if not, a few rounds at night. Usually three times in a day seemed to be the norm and he couldn't understand it. The moment he could smell her perfume or touch her or even if she whispered something to him, he would get aroused. The way her hips swayed when she walked or the breathy laugh she would give him. Everything about her made him burn with desire and he liked it. Hell, he loved it. He loved her.

"Well It's not like I have anything else going on. So yeah. I'll hang out for what… a week?"

"Yeah. Most of my commissions are in Greece. I'm also doing freehand during the week to see what else I can come up with." Liv said as she gently rubbed circles into Fitz's back. He sighed into her touch and kissed her lightly on the lips. Liv smiled lightly at the sensations that shot through her body. She was eager for her family to leave but she knew that the longer they stayed, the more possessive he would get.

"I can't wait to get to Paris. I love the city. Luckily we won't be doing any work there so we can go shopping!" Frankie said as she popped a raspberry in her mouth.

"Why are you going to Paris if you're not working?" Harrison asked.

"She's being wooed by a professor at university who wants her to do a commission. Teach a class to the Grad students." Fitz said as he looked at her. Liv just nodded in agreement.

"Wait, Marcello?" Harrison said slightly wide eyed. Frankie nudged him lightly causing Harrison looked down at his feet.

"Yeah. But we're only going for a day and a half and then we're out." Liv said as she slightly tensed.

"You know Marcello too?" Fitz asked sensing the slight change in atmosphere.

"Yeah. I know him. He's definitely not one of my favorite people in the world." Fitz raised an eyebrow at that and looked to Liv who seemed uncomfortable about the topic at hand.

"Liv?" Fitz asked as he shifted in his seat slightly uncomfortable. She wasn't looking at him which was a sign that this was definitely something they needed to talk about.

"It's nothing, Fitz." Frankie said, trying to reassure him though it wasn't going to work. There was a pregnant pause and the tension between Liv and Fitz grew as the seconds ticked on.

"I think we should call it a night." Harrison said as he stood up and stretched. Frankie nodded and stood up alongside of him and grabbed Liv's hand, pulling her up from her seat.

"Liv, walk us to the door? It was great to see you Fitz. Thanks for dinner and thank you for loving my sister." Frankie said as she bent down and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled slightly and nodded.

Once they reached the car, Harrison jumped into the driver's side and started the engine leaving the women to talk.

"Liv, I can't believe you didn't tell him!" Frankie whispered harshly to her sister.

"I didn't know how to! How was I supposed to bring up the fact that I would be seeing m ex-fiancé when we get to Paris? He didn't need to know because nothing is going to happen. I've been over Marcello for years!" Liv said as she looked over her shoulder, noticing that Fitz was standing in the doorway.

"You better tell him the truth. He loves you and he deserves that much." Frankie said as she kissed her sister on the cheek. She patted her on the shoulder and walked around to the passenger side of the car. Harrison waved and pulled off into the night.

"What was that about?" Fitz asked as they walked back into the house.

"Fitz it's nothing. Harrison doesn't like Marcello. He never has. It's no big deal." Liv said as she made her way to the kitchen. She noticed the Fitz brought in all of the plates and wine glasses and had them soaking in the sink. She prepared to start washing when she felt Fitz grab her by the arm and pull her into him.

"What is wrong with you?" Liv asked as he pressed her into the fridge.

"You're lying to me. Why?" Fitz asked. Fire blazed in his eyes. Confusion and hurt etched on his face.

"Fitz…"

"No!" His voice was loud and it frightened her. When she flinched at his voice he pulled away from her and walked around to the other side of the island.

"Was he an old boyfriend? Did you love him?" Fitz asked in a low voice as he looked at the floor. He couldn't bring himself to look at her. He'd frightened her and he was rough with her. "Do you still love him?"

"Baby please, it's not like that." Liv said as she moved towards him. He brought up his hand in protest.

"Then what is it Liv? Why didn't you tell me about him?" She didn't say anything.

"So you're not going to tell me?" He asked. She didn't know what to say. "Great. Have fun on your trip." Fitz said as he brushed past her and made his way to his office.

"Fitz! Fitz, wait!" Liv called after him but he didn't turn around. He slammed the door to his office and locked it behind himself. He needed a moment. He needed time to think.

Liv felt horrible. She honestly didn't know what to do or think. She never wanted to hurt him but she also didn't want to talk about her past with Marcello. It was something she just didn't discuss. The look in his eyes when he pinned her against the fridge was one she was sure she'd never forget. He was so hurt and confused. They didn't keep things from each other and they didn't lie about things. It wasn't what they believed in. Liv was shaking. She felt horrible. Why didn't she just tell him?

"I'm sorry…" Liv managed to say as a sob escaped her mouth. She grabbed her stomach and sunk down to the floor. She couldn't help but feel miserable. She had no right to cry, she was the one who messed things up. He wouldn't forgive her. She just had a feeling. He probably thought she was only going to Paris to fuck him. To fuck Marcello and get away with it. He'd be none the wiser. That is what scared her the most. Did he think she would do that to him? Cheat on him? Yes. They'd only been dating for a week and a half. He doesn't know her. They don't know each other.

It seemed like hours. She'd been sitting on the floor sobbing, still to inebriated to drive home, not that she wanted to leave. She couldn't leave things the way they were. She needed to talk to him. She needed to fix it. Tell him that she had no intention of cheating on him, of sleeping with the man that broke her heart all those years ago. She needed to tell him over and over again that she loved him and she meant it.

"Marcello?" Liv called once she walked into his apartment. They'd been engaged for almost a year and we're just starting the wedding plans. Liv had been at the wedding planners all morning coming up with different ideas for the reception and she couldn't wait to show Marcello.

"Liv! Hey I've been trying to call you." Marcello said as he walked into the living room. He kissed her on the cheek and led her over to the couch.

"I need to talk to you about something." His voice was soft and somewhat sad.

"What? What's wrong baby?" Liv asked as she moved to snuggle into him. Marcello pulled her close and kissed her on the top of her head.

"Liv, I have some shitty news and I needed to tell you before we go any further. Before we walk down the aisle I need to tell you some things."

"Okay?" Liv said slightly concerned.

"Well, when we were dating, that month when you were in London I got a call from University in Paris. They wanted me to come and interview for a position they had open, Dean of Modern History."

"That's great! What happened?"

"Well they flew me out immediately and I interviewed for the position. They offered it to me right on the spot. I start in three months."

"Baby that's wonderful! Why didn't you tell me?" Liv asked as she smacked his arm playfully.

"Because there is more." He sighed and pulled from her embrace, standing in front of the couch. "While I was there I went out with a couple of the professors that are there, trying to get to know them and understand more about the university before I accepted. We got extremely drunk and…" He paused and turned away from her. Liv could feel herself becoming sick.

"You cheated on me. Didn't you?" Liv said as she closed her eyes.

"I never meant for it to happen. I felt, I feel horrible." Marcello turned around to face Liv. He knew he'd hurt her and he felt horrible about that.

"Baby I'm sorry…"

"Wait. We got engaged the weekend I got back from that trip. So that's why you asked me to marry you? Out of guilt? You're a bastard!" Liv yelled as she got up from the couch and walked into his bedroom.

"Liv! Wait, please. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what? Sorry that you cheated or sorry that you used that little fact to play with my emotions and ask me to marry you knowing that the only reason you did so was so that I wouldn't leave you?" Liv couldn't think straight. She paced in circles around the room as she spoke. Marcello tried to grab her, to stop her movements but she pulled away from him.

"NO! You don't get to touch me. You fucked someone else and lied to me!"

"Liv we were having problems! You were gone and I was stupid. I'm sorry."

"How many times?"

"What?"

"How many times did you fuck her?"

"Liv I…"

"No. You've been going to Paris every month for the past six months. You said you were working on something at the Louvre but you never told me what. So, you've been seeing her. She's your what? Your mistress? Or just your whore?"

"Damn it, Liv." His face grew red with anger.

"Oh! Really you're mad that I called her a whore?" Liv was furious. She walked out of the room and grabbed her keys off of the coffee table.

"Olivia where are you going?"

"I'm leaving. I can't even look at you." Liv slipped her engagement ring off of her finger. She looked at the diamond and the size of it. Massive and sparkling in the sunlight. "I don't need this anymore." She said as she threw it at him, grabbed her bag and opened the door.

"Olivia stop! Just, I know I should have told you. I know I shouldn't have asked you to marry me but what do you want me to do? Tell me what to do to make it better. I love you. I love you!" Marcello had tears in his eyes. She knew he loved her but what kind of life could they have if he continuously cheated. If he had a mistress on the side.

"I want you to move to Paris. I want you to take the job and be happy. Be with your whore and leave me the hell alone." Liv said as she slammed the door behind her.

"Liv?" She heard his voice and looked up from her crumpled position on the floor.

"Hi." She said weakly.

"Hi." He took in her position on the floor. Her eyes puffy and read, a bottle of wine next to her. She looked so tiny and fragile in that moment. She tried to straighten herself up, to not look as upset as she was but she didn't honestly care.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as she dropped her eyes from his, grey and dull. Lacking any emotion.

"I know. I'm sorry too." Fitz said as he leaned on the frame of the entrance of the kitchen.

"Why are…"

"I yelled at you. I scared you. I'm sorry for that. I hate… It won't happen again." Fitz said as he walked over to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water. He walked slowly over to her and sat down next to her tiny frame, handing her the plastic container.

"Thank you." She said as she took it from him. "I deserved it. I should have told you that Marcello and I were more than friends. I could see how upset you were but I couldn't- I don't like to talk about it. He broke my heart." Liv said as she nearly took a large sip from her water bottle. Fitz let out a heavy sigh.

"You should have told me, Liv. We don't hide things from each other. We've both been hurt enough and we don't need- you should have told me." Fitz said as he leaned his head back against the cabinets looking at the ceiling.

"I know that. I didn't tell you because it didn't matter. He means nothing to me. He contacted me out of the blue and asked if I could come to Paris. He needed someone to fill the commission and he knew I would do it. I love art and teaching so he called me. I never was- I'm not going to cheat on you, Fitz." Liv said as she turned her head to look at him.

"Fitz? Please say something." His only response was to close his eyes. He was tired and hurt but he believed her. He needed her to say it.

"Baby please listen to me. I don't love him" Liv said as she grabbed his hand. When he didn't retract from her grip she placed a light kiss on his knuckles.

"We were engaged for a six months and one day I came home and he decided that he should come clean about himself. He'd been cheating on me. The whole time we were engaged he'd been going to Paris every month, claiming to be working but in reality he'd been with Simone. I don't want him, Fitz." Liv said as she kissed his knuckles again. Fitz turned his head and finally looked at her. He scrunched his face in confusion as he looked into her eyes.

"Livvie?" He asked. Liv let out a sigh of relief at the term of endearment.

"Yes?"

"I don't like Marcello either." Liv let out a breathy laugh as she nodded her head in agreement. A tear escaped her and Fitz kissed it away. The kiss burned her skin in the best of ways. She closed her eyes at the sensation, her breath hitched when the kiss moved from its starting point on her cheek to her pulse point. His hands moved to her waist as he pulled her into his lap. She straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck as he continued to kiss every inch of her exposed neck.

"I love you. I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry." Liv whispered into his neck. Fitz stopped his actions and leaned up to look her in the eyes.

"I love you too. Just promise me. Promise that you won't keep things from me. I don't need that. I had that with Mellie and I don't want that for us. I need us to be different. "

"I promise." Liv said as she stared into his deep grey orbs.