She was beautiful, her curly hair piled high on her head in a messy bun. Her skin had a soft, almost ethereal glow to it as sunlight streamed through the window and kissed her ever so perfectly. The white sheets tousled around her body as she sat in all her natural beauty typing away furiously on her laptop in search of something. He hadn't asked when he woke up and found her working but he did go make them coffee, well tea for her, and a light breakfast. He was standing in the doorway leaning against the frame with a tray containing two croissants, toasted and lightly buttered with a side of black cherry jam, and their mugs when she finally took a breath and looked up. She smiled, full and bright, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Hi." She said as she moved the computer and patted the spot next to her on the bed, beckoning him to sit. He obliged, kissing her lips softly as he occupied the space next to her and placing the tray on the bed.
"Hi." He said with a soft smile "What are you working on?" Olivia smiled before moving his arm, allowing her more space to snuggle into his side. She tucked her legs into her chest and took a long sip of her jasmine green tea, humming as the hot liquid moved down her throat. Her fiancé made a damn good cup of tea.
"I love when you make my tea. It's always so perfect." She said almost wistfully and Fitz smiled as she grabbed a slice of the flakey pastry and dipped it into the tart jam. "I was getting everything together for our excursion to the US of A. Making sure events were pushed back, luckily noting too major was happening." She paused and smiled brightly as the thought of the words that she was about to say. "I was also looking up places to honeymoon. I'm thinking Venice…." She said before taking a bite.
"Venice huh? I've never been but I've always wanted to go." He said, pausing as he took a long sip of his coffee before speaking again "But then we'd miss out on the amazing surprise I have planned for our honeymoon." He said as he rubbed his hand up her arm to her shoulder. He gently pulled her body closer to his before placing a gentle kiss on her temple.
"Surprise?" She said with a thousand watt smile. "Where are we going? When are we going? Do I need a new wardrobe?" She said as she attempted to snuggle deeper into his embrace.
"We're leaving the moment after we say "I do" and you can buy a new wardrobe but I don't plan on us leaving our bed at any point during our honeymoon so…" Olivia laughed fully at Fitz, slapping his chest playfully.
"What's the point of us going on a honeymoon in another country if you don't plan on us leaving bed? We could just stay here for that." She said as she gestured to their expansive bedroom.
"The point is so that I can make reservations under Mr. and Mrs. Grant and book the honeymoon suite and make extensive plans for couples messages and other fun or relaxing things but never show up to said fun and relaxing things because I'll be too busy making constant love to my wife." His cheeky smile caused her to roll her eyes in response.
"Ok, whatever you want babe. As long as you promise me a beach and at least one romantic dinner." She asked with an almost pleading grin, praying that he knew her well enough to include those small things into their getaway.
"I think both of those things can and may already be arranged." He smiled before moving his lips to meet hers. The kiss was gentile and sweet, her favorite. He lightly nibbled on her bottom lip, groaning at the tart taste of jam that remained on her soft lips.
"Mmmmmm… I can't wait to be Mrs. Grant." Olivia mumbled against his lips.
"Say it again." His voice was deep and sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine.
"I can't wait to me Mrs. Grant."
Fitz was in his office talking to his Father. She'd heard the opening of their conversation and opted out of the rest. She kissed him on his cheek lovingly before making her way out of the office and out onto the terrace. She sat down in one of the covered bungalows, note pad and her binder full of wedding materials in tow. She'd picked a color scheme and she'd found a swatch of antique lace she wanted to use as the patterning for her dress and a majority of those invited to the event had already RSVP'd. Her original thought of having a small wedding was dismantled when she spoke at an event a couple of weeks ago and Lorena, who she actually needed to speak to about the venue, saw her ring and told everyone the amazing news. Before she knew it she had over one hundred emails requesting invitation to her wedding. At first the thought was overwhelming but Frankie and Lorena made everything as smooth as possible. Speaking of Frankie, she still needed a Maid of Honor dress. Olivia knew her sister would want to know what she was thinking so she called her, placing her on speaker.
"Hey Liv, what's up!" Frankie said happily into the phone. She was currently at one of the art galleries making sure that the newest instillation of Olivia's art was perfect.
"Nothing, just working on a few wedding details. How's the instillation going?"
"Fairly well. Actually I only had to make them move two paintings and the lighting was pretty easy. I'm pleased, we just need to put boxes and crates away and then I can get a full idea." Olivia hummed and smiled, her sister was more of a perfectionist than she was. "So you never call for instillations, what do you need?"
"Well I need to figure out what you're wearing for the wedding. So I wanted to know what you want in terms of design and cut, color you'll just have to deal with." Liv said with a smile that she was sure Frankie could hear through the phone.
"Well you know me, something form fitting and strapless. And I take it you found a place to have the ceremony?"
"You happen to be right. It's perfect and I'll show it to you sometime this week and now all we need to do is book the DJ and decide on the cake."
"Well after this you're all that's on my agenda for the coming weeks so we can find a DJ and decide on cake and get you closer to getting hitched!" Frankie said enthusiastically. "Is Fitz's family going to make an appearance?"
"I have no idea. He's on the phone with his Father at the moment and they haven't been on the best of terms for years…"
"Well if they don't come they're officially scum and don't deserve to know the love that you and Fitz have for each other." Frankie scoffed.
"Yeah well, you know how I feel about that." Olivia wanted nothing more than for Fitz and his father to get along and she knew where he stood on the topic, she just wished things were different.
"I know. But you can't force his Father to love him like Daddy loved us." Olivia rolled her eyes and huffed lightly.
"I know. I know. It just makes me sad for him. I love him so much and all I want is for him to be happy and his Father makes him so unhappy. It's heartbreaking at times."
"Well that's why you are there. You are his support system and you give him the love they can't. You are his happiness, Liv." Liv could hear her little sister smiling through the phone knowing she'd struck an emotional chord. She could help the flutter that stirred in her belly and the smile that formed on her face. Frankie was right, she was his happiness and he was most definitely hers.
"How in the hell did you get so wise Little Sister?" Liv chuckled.
"I learned from the best Big Sister. Now, when do I get to try on my dress?" Frankie asked, she was extremely excited about being her sister's one and only Bridesmaid and was definitely looking forward to looking amazing in her dress.
"Well I'm going to call the dress maker in a little bit and finalize your design. I have my final fitting next week and you should come with just in case she has a sample of the dress done." Liv said as she made a note to give Frankie's measurements to her dressmaker.
"Sounds great to me. Listen I gotta talk with the director about a few small details. I'll call you later. Love you."
"Love you too Frankie." Liv smiled as she hung up. She went through her color swatches and smiled as she found a soft pale yellow that she knew would go perfectly with Frankie's skin tone. She quickly etched out a floor length gown, something simple yet elegant and light with a slit up the side. It was beautiful and perfect. She called her dress designer and told her she would fax over the drawing of what she wanted and Frankie's measurements as well as told the designer that she and Frankie would be there next week and the lovely old lady told her she looked forward to seeing her beautiful face. She said that her wedding dress was almost done and she couldn't wait to see how beautiful she looked in it and Olivia couldn't help but smile. Olivia thanked the old woman and told her how grateful she was that she was doing this for her and bid her goodbye until next week. Olivia placed a few calls to some of the people she hadn't received RSVP's from and they confirmed their availability. She was just finishing up a call to one of her favorite gallery owners and good friend Lorena, who offered up and amazing venue for practically nothing, when she saw Fitz emerge from the house. His eyes immediately fixed on hers and she blushed under the intensity of his gaze. She said a quick "talk to you later" to Lorena and hung up.
"How was your meeting?" She said as he walked over.
"Surprisingly well considering. Apparently my family will be in attendance for the wedding so we need to add them to the seating chart. "
"Already done baby. Your future wife is planning the hell out of this wedding." Liv said confidently as she showed him the alternate seating chart she'd made, just in case his family decided to come, and the different fabrics and floral arrangements she had decided on. Much to her surprise Fitz was very helpful, he put in his two cents and more times than not she took his opinion to heart and made the changes he suggested.
"Wow Livvie, everything is coming along perfectly." Fitz said as he stared at his fiancé's handy work. "I cannot wait for September 27th."
"Hmmmm, Saturday September 27th is the day that I get to marry the love of my life." Olivia said with a bright smile. Fitz leaned into her and kissed her gently on the lips. "I love you." He mumbled against her lips before kissing her again, this time deepening it as his tongue snaked into her mouth. Olivia moaned at the feel of him, his addicting taste and extremely talented tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Almost immediately her arms found their way round his neck. In a moment she was off of the lounge chair in the bungalow and into his arms, her legs wrapped securely around his waist. She felt his hands slip under her sundress and grip her ass firmly and squealed in delight as he placed a firm smack on her left cheek, the sting surprising but more than welcome.
"I do believe I owe you a few orgasms." He mumbled against her soft lips and Liv couldn't help but smile.
"A few huh?"
"Yeah, a few. I am a very hungry man Olivia." The drop in his tone and the words he spoke made her walls contract, she couldn't stop the nectar that started to escape her body if she tried. The sound of his voice and the prospect of multiple orgasms made her ache with need. Her hips ground into his as she felt his already hard member press into her. Before she could even register his movements she felt her back press into the sliding glass door, goosebumps formed on her skin and she couldn't tell if it was from the sudden coolness of the glass against her skin or the feeling of Fitz's roaming hand making it's way between her thighs.
"Baby..." Olivia breathed out against his lips. The feeling of his body pressed firmly into hers and his fingers stoking her inner thigh were becoming too much for her. When Fitz's lips broke away from hers she groaned in protest until saw him drop to his knees. He hadn't even touched her where she needed him most and she was already drenched with need. Her body coiled so tightly that if he even grazed over her clit she'd come. Somehow he managed to keep her pressed into the glass as he made his way onto his knees. He draped her legs over his shoulders and looked up at her, his eyes stormy grey and dilated.
"Are you wet for me baby?" He knew the answer to that question. She was always wet for him but she wanted to lie, she wanted to know his reaction.
"No." She stated as firmly as she could in the moment, biting her lip to control the smile that threatened to form on her lips.
"No?" his eyes narrowed at her and she couldn't stop herself from giggling.
"Mmmmm you think you're funny don't you?" He said as he kneaded her thighs and he smiled when she nodded in confirmation.
"Fitz…" She trailed off as his fingers danced along her lace covered slit. Her hips bucked and a sharp moan escaped her lips when he added more pressure to her clit. "Please, Fitz…"
"Please what?" His voice playful as he continued torturing her.
"Please stop teasing me. I'm so close…" He raised an eyebrow at that.
"Really? I thought you…" He moved her lace thong to the side before inserting a finger into her core. "Weren't wet for me." He slowly pumped his finger in and out of her heat.
"Ooooh…" Olivia moaned and he added another finger. His fingers were moving at a torturous pace as he played with her, slipping them out of her depths fully and running them lightly over her slit before slipping back into her.
"So fucking wet. You're always wet for me, aren't you Livvie?" Olivia was in a daze, her eyes locked with Fitz's as he pleasured her. She barely registered that he had spoken, nodding her head yes.
"Livvie…" She knew better. She knew the rules. She let out a sharp moan when he pressed his thumb into her clit, the pressure sending a wave of pleasure through her.
"Yes… Oh God… baby." She panted as she moved her gaze further down, watching as he continued to stoke her. Her hands moved to his hair, her nails raking his scalp lightly as he continued to bring her closer and closer to the edge. Fitz's mouth watered at the sight of her juices flowing down his fingers, he could smell her sweet nectar and growled at the effect it had on him, his cock stiffening even more causing his need to be released from the confines of his jeans to become even greater.
"Oh, fuck!" Olivia whined as Fitz curved his fingers deliciously inside of her. He could feel her walls fluttering and he watched in awe as she rode his fingers in search of her pending orgasm. Fitz was almost desperate to have her in his mouth, to feel her run freely down his tongue. He quickly latched his mouth to her clit, sucking it forcefully and releasing it sloppily, he repeated the action loving the high pitched moans that were coming from his fiancé's beautiful mouth. He loved the sight of her, eyes screwed shut and her head thrown back against the glass door. He latched his mouth to her clit once more and she exploded in a silent scream, her walls contracting and releasing rapidly as she fell into oblivion. Fitz quickly removed his fingers from her depths and hungrily lapped at her core as she flooded his taste buds with her sweet nectar. The sensations of his skilled tongue were too much for her, she tried to push him away from her depths but he only growled in response before taking both of her tiny wrists into his much larger hand, holding hem tightly as he continued his feast. It wasn't long before she succumbed to another orgasm, her body shaking violently as her orgasm shook her entire body. Fitz kissed his way back up her body as she slowly came down off of her high.
"You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and night and never get tired of the way you taste." He said as he brought his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue coated in her essence made its way into her mouth and Olivia moaned at the taste, it shocked her every time at how much she enjoyed when he did that. Her fingers threaded into his curly hair with one hand and she made quick work of his belt and stealthily undid the button and zipper on his jeans and she giggled triumphantly as she heard the material hit the ground. Fitz had every intention of fucking his fiancé hard and fast against the glass of the door, he prayed the tempered material would withstand the force he planned to use. He hiked her legs up and over his shoulders, her body practically folded in half, and the slipped out of his boxers. His cock sprang free and he wasted no time burying himself deep inside of her.
"Fitz…" Olivia trailed off as he began thrusting into her. His strokes were powerful and deep, so deliciously deep. The pain mixed with the pleasure of his large cock thrusting into her tight channel caused her to whimper in satisfaction.
"So good baby, so fucking tight." Fitz growled as he picked up his pace. He could feel her walls constricting around him and he threw his head back in pleasure. His Livvie knew how to give as good as she got, and she was definitely working him over.
"Mmmmmmmm… so deep. Oh my… mmmmmmmm…." She panted as his eyes locked with hers. She pulled her bottom lip in-between her teeth seductively before mouthing "Harder".
Her senses were in overdrive. His cock felt so good as he pounded relentlessly into her and she wanted more, so much more. She wanted him to make her come over and over again. Fitz pressed his body closer to hers, his hands roaming her body, caressing every inch of her. He was close, so close to falling over the edge and he needed her to fall with him. She moved her hand to her core, rubbing firm circles into her clit as he continued to pound into her. Fitz watched in awe as she pleasured herself. He couldn't resist the urge to smack her firm ass so he did, his hand making contact with her smooth flesh and the sting caused her to yelp. He soothed the area lightly before gripping her globed firmly and repeating the action.
"Oh don't stop! Please don't… I'm so… so close baby…" She moaned as the fire that raged inside of her threatened to overtake her whole being. Within moments she was crumbling around him, her body giving in to the immense pleasure that wracked her body and shook her to the core. Her high pitched moans mixed with his animalistic grunts as he spilled his seed deep inside of her, coating her walls with his warmth. Their bodies stayed connected as they rode out their orgasms together, small satisfied moans slipped from her luscious lips and he couldn't help the smug smile that formed on his lips. His fiancé was thoroughly fucked and sated and purring in contentment as he continued to hold her close.
"Babe?" Olivia whispered after a short while.
"Hmm?" Fitz raised his head and looked her in the eyes.
"My legs are going numb, can we shift?" Fitz kissed her on both knees before releasing her legs from over his shoulders. She wrapped them around his waist firmly and kissed him in the middle of his chest.
"Is that better?" His voice slightly concerned. Liv smiled fully at him, he was adorable and so sweet.
"Much better, thank you." She kissed his chest again before moving to his neck where she nibbled lightly on the sensitive skin that lay there.
"I love you." She mumbled before nuzzling into him, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly. He easily stepped out of his jeans and boxers completely and moved them into the house and up the stairs. He deposited her on the bed gently before shuffling into the bathroom. Liv heard the shower start and she didn't feel the urge to move, still wrapped up in her post orgasmic haze.
"Do you wanna shower with me?" His voice was soft as he walked over to the bed.
"No. I want you to come cuddle with me and take a nap. You wore me out baby." Fitz smiled at her as her heavy eyelids drifted open to see his face. He smiled at her and she smiled back. The love between them real and powerful. Something that couldn't be matched.
"How 'bout we shower together and then nap for a while. Then after that we'll go out to dinner and dancing at your favorite restaurant. How does that sound?" Olivia smiled and nodded her head in agreement. She stuck her hand out for him to take only to be surprised when he pulled her up and tossed her over his shoulder, a loud shriek of delight following his actions as he carried her into the bathroom.
"Hey Frankie!" Liv said as she pulled up in front of the dress makers shop. Today was the day that she and Frankie would be trying on their gowns. Olivia was nervous but she trusted Anna Maria, her dress maker, and Yoli, the dress maker's daughter, with her heart. Since she'd lived in Barcelona she had trusted them with all of her dresses, custom and designer. They took great care of her and were like family. When Olivia told the old woman she was getting married Anna Maria insisted that she make the dress. Olivia was hesitant at first but then she realized that she would much rather a dress that she could design fully and know that the seamstress and designer would have her best interest at heart the whole time. They'd gone meticulously over the details and the lace that she wanted which was the hardest to obtain but they succeeded and now she was trying it on. It was so surreal.
"Hey Liv! You look gorgeous, I love that top." Frankie said as she walked up to her sister.
"Well lucky for you I have two and you can have the other." Liv said with a knowing smile as she linked her arm with her sister's and walked toward the dressmaker's shop.
"That is exactly why you're my favorite sister." Frankie said as she batted her eyelashes at Olivia who couldn't contain her laughter.
"I'm your only sister! Now c'mon we have to see how perfect my dress is."
"Olivia, my darling it's wonderful to see you! You look gorgeous as always." Anna Maria said as she welcomed them. "And Frankie, such a beauty! Oh, you're going to look amazing in your dress! Aye c'mon, Frankie you go first and we'll work on your dress first before the bride to be." She quickly ushered Frankie into the changing room leaving a chuckling Olivia in the sitting room.
"Olivia you're going to love your dress! We finished it yesterday and my mother couldn't wait for you to see it." Yoli said as she moved around the small shop tending to one of the many other gowns that were out on display.
"I'm excited and extremely nervous. I know how hard it is to work with lace and my design was a little risqué…."
"Don't you worry about that Olivia. We believe that the dress is almost exactly what you envisioned. You're one of our best customers and my mother thinks of you as her long lost daughter so she wanted to make sure everything was as perfect as can be." Yoli said with a bright smile and a wink. The young woman didn't know much about Olivia but she knew she didn't have a family other than her sister and she knew that she was a brilliant artist. Yoli and Olivia had become friends when Liv moved to Spain years ago and although both had extremely busy schedules, Olivia with her art and, well Fitz, and Yoli with the dress shop and her husband and three little girls left little time for them to connect.
"Liv this dress is gorgeous!" Frankie squealed from the dressing room.
"Aye we might have to take it in a bit more but it's beautiful." Anna Maria said as she put pins in the dress where she'd take it in more. A few moments later they emerged from the dressing room.
"Frankie you look beautiful!" Olivia gushed as she took in her sister in the beautiful soft yellow dress. The color went wonderfully with Frankie's complexion and brought out the gold specks in her big brown orbs. Olivia had always thought her sister to be better looking than she but she didn't mind, she was gorgeous. A lone tear escaped her eye and she quickly wiped it away before making her way to her younger sister. "I think you're going to steal my thunder in this dress." Liv chuckled as she hugged her sister from behind.
"Oh please! If your dress looks anything like the design you showed me I'll look like the ugly stepsister once you start walking down the aisle." Olivia laughed fully at her sister's comment. She loved her sister so much.
"Ok, enough with the sisterly love. Lets get you out of this dress so we can get it altered and lets get Olivia into hers." Yoli said as she grabbed Olivia by the arm and pulled her into the other dressing room.
To say Olivia was nervous was an understatement. She'd tried on the dress once before but they hadn't applied the lace as it hadn't come in yet. The cut was gorgeous and it fit perfectly but she was nervous, what if she didn't like the lace in the end? What if it was too much, too traditional? She was shaken out of her thoughts when she walked into the room and saw the gorgeous gown in front of her.
"Olivia hurry up! I just aged like twenty years out here!" Frankie yelled causing Liv to chuckle.
"Okay! I'm coming out." Olivia followed Yoli out of the dressing room and onto the stand that Frankie had been standing on moments ago…
"Wow…" Was all he could say as he watched his beautiful bride walk down the aisle. He hadn't expected himself to feel like this when he saw her, she stole his breath. He didn't think that seeing her in a wedding dress would choke him up, when he married Mellie he was emotional and she looked gorgeous in her gown but Olivia, she looked like a goddess. He couldn't take his off of her, the way the dress hugged her petite frame, showing off her curves and accentuating her breasts in subtle but glorious way. Her hair was up and she had a beautiful floral crown on her head looking ever so like a goddess who decided that she would grace the earth with her presence.
He was a Greek god, standing at the alter with his black tux and deliciously chiseled jaw and tantalizingly curly hair that was gelled back perfectly minus the one unruly curl that always managed to escape. He was gorgeous. His bright blue eyes were filled with love and adoration and a hint of lust as she watched him, the man she was about to marry. She looked around as she slowly made her way down the aisle, nodding and smiling at all those in attendance and then to Frankie who was crying like she did when she first saw her in the dress and then to Harrison who mirrored his girlfriend. She brought her eyes back to Fitz and the smile on his face made her heart sing. She couldn't believe this day had come. As she made it to the alter and her hands connected with Fitz's, their fingers intertwining as well as their hearts, she no longer felt attached to her body. She could feel everything and yet nothing at all. Her body shivered as she felt his hand ghost at the exposed skin of her back, she heard him growl in her ear and she could feel herself smile but she wasn't there.
She was in heaven. She was sure of it. Her soul had left her body and she was in heaven, floating on cloud nine as she listened to the minister and when she spoke her vows she swore she felt Fitz's every emotion, the love and adoration, the need and the yearning. She felt it all. When she heard him speak his vows she couldn't control the tears that flowed from her, the overwhelming emotion. She took the handkerchief that Harrison offered her gladly and she smiled and he chuckled and then they said it, "I do." Then all she felt were his lips, his perfect lips kissing her, bringing her back to earth as she wrapped her arms securely around his neck. She could hear the whooping and hollering as they passionately kissed only breaking apart when the Minister spoke again, "I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Grant. May you have a long and happy life together filled with joy and laughter."
Olivia smiled brightly at her husband as she wiped her nude lipstick from his mouth, he looked thoroughly kissed and his stormy eyes indicated that they would be leaving for their honeymoon sooner than expected, she was okay with that.
"I love you, Mrs. Grant." Fitz said, his voice husky and filed with emotion.
"I love you too, Mr. Grant." She kissed him again, quickly, before they made their way down the aisle hand in hand.
Olivia took in the salty sea air as they sailed off into the night. They'd been married all of five hours and she could honestly say she enjoyed every moment of it. The reception was perfect, a sort of beach party as they ate freshly grilled sea food and fresh fruit and drank too much wine and sangria. It was a huge party, Olivia had changed out of her wedding dress much to Fitz's disappointment and into a gorgeous summer dress that exposed most of her back and dipped dangerously low in the front. Fitz had also changed out of his tux and into a pair of linen pants and a thin button down shirt. Frankie and Harrison both gave speeches as well as Fitz's father, he didn't say much but he did congratulate them and for the both of them, that was enough. She'd been formally introduced to Cyrus as they walked around and though she could tell he was definitely a hot head he was happy to see Fitz smiling, something of which he told her he didn't do until he met her.
They wanted the reception to be as informal as possible, wanting it to be more about fun than anything else and so there wasn't a first dance but there were plenty of slow jams thrown out by the Dj, most of them Fitz and Olivia's favorite songs. Every time they would play, no matter who they were talking to or dancing with they would eventually make their way to each other and dance, connected and utterly in love their friends didn't mind at all as they watched the couple stare deeply into each other's eyes.
It wasn't lost on Big Jerry or Cyrus how smitten Fitz was with Olivia. They'd originally thought she was some young, brainless girl who was after his money but they looked her up, she was a gold mine. She had built herself her own empire in the art world and had millions of dollars in grants and sales from her work. She was also clean. No family except for her sister Frankie and a trust fund that hadn't been touched. She had no police record in the states and apparently was clean as a whistle in Spain as well, clean. That was something they could tolerate. Big Jerry wondered if he could get to her though, convince her that Fitz needed to run the company. That he belonged at Grant Publishing. She had an effect on his son, one that could manipulate if used correctly and he wanted to know how far he could push her, push them into getting what he wanted.
"What are you thinking?" Fitz whispered as he swayed with his wife to the music. Her head rested on his chest and his nose was buried in her hair, breathing in her scent as he held onto her. He could feel her mind reeling and he couldn't tell if it was bad or good. She released a deep sigh as she looked up at him, his eyes searching.
"I can't hide anything from you." She said with a small smile. "Doesn't it seem weird? Your Dad and Cyrus. They were very accepting, very wonderful and that doesn't seem right to me." She said, her doe eyes filled with concern.
"Liv, where is this coming from? I know I'm surprised that they accepted you as well but knowing BJ and Cy they had you looked in to." Olivia tensed at the thought and Fitz ran a soothing hand down her spine. "Don't worry if they'd found something you'd know. Trust me."
"Well that's not comforting at all." Olivia said rolling her eyes.
"Baby, they're fine. Just be cautious of BJ and Cy at all times and don't let them try to talk you into anything. They're manipulative, always have been. Cy less so than BJ but not by much. But they know not to mess with you, not if they want me to cooperate."
"And you tell me this now?" Olivia whined and Fitz smiled at her.
"I didn't want you to come up with an excuse not to marry me." He said with a cheeky grin and Olivia couldn't help but chuckle at him.
"You're so very lucky that I'm hopelessly in love with you. That was low." She said as she rested her head back on his chest. She felt him take a deep breath and nestle his nose back into her hair.
"I know, and I should have told you but no matter what, they could not have done anything or found anything that could keep me from marrying you." She could feel the truth and love radiating off of him and relaxed more into his arms.
"What if I was a gold digging merry murderess? Would you still have married me?" Fitz laughed fully, his head thrown back and eyes shut at that. She lifted her head again and smiled brightly at his laugh, it always made her so happy when he laughed like that, care free.
"Well then I'd die a happy and broke man because you, Olivia Grant, have my heart and soul. I wouldn't even notice nor care." He said before bringing his mouth down to hers kissing her chastely.
"Then I need to tell Frankie to start siphoning money out of your account." She said playfully as she moved her lips back to his this time deepening the kiss as she moved her hands to his head, racking through his curls with her blunt nails. The kiss sent a spark through her entire body and she moaned as the sensation of his tongue as it slipped easily into her mouth. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity until the whoops and hollers from Frankie and Harrison who were dancing nearby broke them out of their lover's haze.
"Get a room!" Frankie yelled and Olivia blew her little sister a kiss from across the dance floor before returning her attention to Fitz.
"I think I'm ready to go on our honeymoon now." Olivia whispered.
Okay... Hi! I have no excuse. I just haven't felt like writing in a long while. But now the urge is back... YAY! If you're still interested in this story, I figured I'd get these two married as soon as possible so we can get to the honeymoon sexy times then get them to the US so we can deal with the drama that is BJ and Cy, trust me, there will be drama. But our love birds will survive and they will come out stronger by then end of their stint in America. I don't plan on Liv getting pregnant anytime soon, but we'll definitely see some babies by the end of this fic... Ok. That's all I've got! Hope you enjoyed this update. As always, reviews are welcome. Xo
I DO NOT OWN SCANDAL. All characters belong to Shonda :)
well, Frankie is mine but yeah...