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After spending most of the night on the couch in comfortable silence, Olivia and Fitz retired to the bedroom a little after midnight. He handed her one of his old Navy t-shirts, and she excused herself to get changed in the bathroom. When Olivia returned, Fitz was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his waist. His chest was bare and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Reminding herself that she had seen him shirtless many times, Olivia walked towards the bed. Fitz turned his head to the side to watch her as soon as the bathroom door opened. Her face was free of make-up now, and she was wearing nothing but his large, grey t-shirt and a pair of cream-colored, lacy panties that peeked out every time she moved. The outfit was simple but to him, Olivia was beyond stunning at that moment. She looked so natural, and he loved seeing his own shirt on her body.

"Come to bed.", he whispered as she carefully approached him.

Although Olivia smiled at him, Fitz could feel her nervousness radiating off her body and it made him want to put her at ease. He lifted the covers and she climbed into bed with him. For nearly five minutes, they simply lay next to each other. The room was lit only by the moonlight, but Olivia continued to stare at the ceiling, focusing on an imaginary spot. Fitz was on his back as well, but he had his head turned to watch her. Finally she turned her head to face him as well.

"Hi.", she whispered and Fitz laughed quietly.

"Hi, beautiful."

He slowly scooted closer to her, moving his body as close as possible without actually touching her. Then he reached out and lovingly stroked a finger down her cheek and across her bottom lip. Olivia turned on her side so they could be face-to-face.

"You're in my bed.", Fitz smiled.

"We're not sticking to our own rules, Fitz."

"I know, I know. But we're not breaking them completely, so I think it's alright."

"If you say so, Mr. President.", Olivia replied, raising her eyebrow playfully.

Carefully, almost hesitantly, Olivia placed her hand on his bare chest. She hadn't felt the soft hair there in so long that it seemed almost like she was touching Fitz for the first time. Her fingers trailed across his well-defined chest and he watched in wonder how lost and yet completely focused she looked. For a very long moment, Olivia's finger tips rested above his heart, and she allowed herself to feel the strong beat that seemed to be in sync with her own. Then, she leaned in and replaced her fingers with her lips, placing a brief, loving kiss where his heart was thrumming strongly. When she looked back into his eyes, they were so bright and expressive that Olivia almost forgot that they were supposed to be taking things much, much slower than they had the first time around.

"Goodnight, Livy.", Fitz whispered sweetly, knowing that closing his eyes and trying to sleep would be the only way to stop himself from doing more than just hold her.

Olivia almost giggled because she knew exactly what he was doing. She gently poked his chest.

"You are so transparent sometimes.", she smiled mischievously. "Goodnight, Fitz."

A beat passed, and then he leaned in to kiss her goodnight slowly and sensually. Finally, Olivia turned over, her back facing him. Fitz pulled her into him, not caring about the little bit of beautiful torture he was putting himself through. She only froze for a moment before snuggling into him completely. His body wrapped around her much smaller frame like a warm, protective cocoon, and his hand came to rest across her waist. Olivia laced their fingers above her stomach, and after only a few minutes she drifted off into the most comfortable, deep sleep. Fitz stayed awake a little longer, simply allowing himself to enjoy the fact that the love of his life was back in his arms. They had rarely ever had the chance to just sleep together without actually sleeping together, and he cherished the feeling.

When Olivia woke hours later, it was still dark out but the sky held a soft glow to it that told her morning wasn't far. Despite the early hour, she felt more rested and relaxed than she had in the longest time. She realized that she didn't know what Fitz had planned and when he needed to be back at the White House, but she knew that she had absolutely no plans for the day, so she snuggled back into him and closed her eyes. Only then did she realize just how incredibly close they were, and how much their bodies were entwined. Fitz leg was thrown over her own, pinning her to the mattress, and his face was tucked so closely to her neck, that she could feel his every breath. Goosebumps began to rise on Olivia's skin when she noticed that the shirt she was wearing did no longer function as a barrier between the skin of her stomach and their hands. At some point during the night, the shirt had bundled up high around her waist, and Fitz' hand, along with her own, had slipped under it. Even though his fingers were completely still, every inch he touched subconsciously tingled.

"You're thinking too loud.", Fitz mumbled, and his whispered words surprised her so much that she almost jumped.

"Go back to sleep."

"I can't. Your loud thoughts woke me up."

He sounded much like a petulant child, and it made her smile how grumpy and tired he was this early. Olivia wiggled her body into his, and he groaned against her messy hair.

"Liv…", he warned.

"Sorry.", she whispered, biting her lip to keep her own groans at bay.

He was hot and solid behind her, and his erection was now nestled against her butt. Olivia didn't dare to move, barely allowing herself to breathe. Then, Fitz' thumb began to draw lazy circles against the sensitive skin of Olivia's stomach and the air left her lungs in form of a shuddering breath. Slowly, his hand moved a little higher, and while she could have easily stopped him, it never even crossed her mind. Fitz stopped immediately when the tip of his finger suddenly traveled across a part of her stomach that didn't feel smooth. She answered his unasked question quietly in a hushed voice.

"It's from the accident."

"Oh Livy.", he sighed. "Does it hurt?"

"No. It just feels a little tender." After a moment Olivia added: "It's not the only scar. They're so ugly."

Slowly, Fitz pulled her over until she was lying on her back, their faces now almost touching. Her hand slipped from his in the process and Fitz took the opportunity to caress her back soothingly.

"Don't ever say that.", he whispered with conviction. "You are beautiful, so beautiful and no scar could ever change that."

Olivia nodded her head, but didn't seem convinced by his pleading words. He knew her well, so Fitz understood that she was simply agreeing with him to make him feel better. He stared into her eyes and began sliding down her body. Olivia was immediately alarmed.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh."

When his face was hovering just above her stomach, Fitz looked up into Olivia's eyes and, ever so slowly, he began pushing up the t-shirt she wore. She was too shocked to stop him, but she was also mesmerized by the incredible care and gentleness he was showing her. Fitz had seen her completely naked many times in the past, but for the first time she didn't feel confident and sexy at all. As much as she hated to admit defeat, those ugly scars had indeed taken some of her self-confidence, and while Olivia knew they would fade eventually, they would always be a reminder of her ordeal. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Fitz' warm, soft lips place a kiss just below her belly button, then another one just above it. Despite the darkness of the room, his eyes had adjusted enough for him to actually see her scar rather than just feel it. It was no more than three inches long, but it was still pink and clearly visible. Fitz hesitated for a moment before placing a third kiss against her skin, this time letting his lips gently caress the scar she seemed to loathe so much.

"Fitz…", she breathed, her hands coming up to entwine with his curly hair.

He kissed the scar on her stomach over and over again, hoping she would understand that he would never not find her beautiful. Fitz' hands had wrapped around her slender waist to hold her in place when she began to squirm under his ministrations.

"Where's the other one?"

"What?", she asked confused.

"The other scar. Where is it?"

Olivia hesitated: "It's from the bleeding in my thorax… between my breasts."

Fitz stared straight into her eyes and she knew he was asking for permission. With her heart beating out of her chest, Olivia gave him a barely noticeable nod. With the utmost care, Fitz pushed her shirt higher and higher, until he began uncovering her second scar. Starting just below her left breast, it stretched along the valley between her breasts and ended halfway up her chest. This scar was larger and more angry looking, and Fitz almost didn't dare to touch it. He studied the raised skin for a while, reminding himself that this was a sign of her strength, her determination. It was a sign of what she had overcome. Pushing the shirt up further, Fitz realized that Olivia wasn't wearing a bra, but when she made no move to stop him, he revealed the entire scar, uncovering her naked breasts in the process.

The first tender kiss made her heart stop. The second kiss nearly overwhelmed her. And by the third kiss, she knew she would never love another man like she loved Fitz. When the fourth kiss lingered on the tortured skin between her breast, Olivia decided that it was time. To Fitz, her movements almost seemed to be in slow motion when she reached for the hem of the shirt and pulled it over her head. For a moment he was speechless, wondering if he was dreaming. Then, he gave into the desire that had been building for weeks.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he settled between her legs and kissed her slowly, but thoroughly. Their tongues met, and Olivia wrapped her arms around his body, one hand tangling in his soft curls while the other rested low on his back, pulling him closer to her. Fitz broke the kiss to ask her if she was sure about this, but words failed him when Olivia lifted her hips to push herself against his straining erection, encouraging him.

"I missed you so much.", he breathed against her neck, setting the skin there on fire.

Olivia moaned in return: "I missed you too, Fitz. Please…"

He kissed the spot just below her ear that always made her shiver, and Olivia smiled at his incredible knowledge of her body, even after months of not being together. This time, when Fitz moved his mouth to her breast, his kisses weren't chaste. He placed open-mouthed kisses on her beautiful breasts, licking first one and then her second nipple. Olivia's back arched off the bed, and he groaned at the incredible friction she was creating between their heated bodies. Before she had time to register his movements, Fitz' mouth came to rest over her panty clad womanhood and he inhaled her intoxicating scent.

"You drive me crazy, Livy.", he groaned, and Olivia responded by pushing herself into his mouth.

Fitz tucked at her wet panties impatiently, and pulled them down her shaking legs. When she was completely naked, Olivia opened her eyes to look at him. As soon as their eyes met, she spread her legs for him. He watched in awe as she revealed herself to him once again, and he felt as if it was their first time all over again. Kissing his way up her legs, Fitz reveled in her small sighs and moans. Finally, he reached her center. Painfully slowly, he licked her wet lips before spreading her open with his fingers. He kissed her swollen clit, then gently sucked on her over and over again. Olivia wrapped her legs around his body and used her feet to push down his underwear, relieving his aching member from its confines. More than anything else, he wanted to make her cum, but at the same time, Fitz wanted to be right there with her when it happened. With a last, lingering kiss, he left his spot between her legs and sat up on his knees.

"Don't stop.", she complained, her eyes a fiery mixture of love, need, and pure arousal.

Grabbing her waist with his large hands, Fitz pulled Olivia into him, letting her legs fall around his hips. They both moaned when his erection finally made contact with her wet core, and Olivia slowly, sensually rubbed herself against him. Fitz put a large hand on her stomach, mindful of her scar, and held her down so she couldn't move against him any longer.

"Fitz…", she groaned, needing the friction to take away some of the delicious ache.

"Patience, sweet baby.", he whispered, but Olivia knew that he was only just hanging on himself.

With his free hand, he took hold of his throbbing, hard member and placed just the tip against her sex. Olivia didn't know if she should move away, or move closer to deal with the overwhelming sensations, but Fitz didn't allow her to do either, stilling her movements instead and torturing her with slow strokes of his cock against her clit. Finally, after she almost believed she wouldn't be able to hold on, he pushed just the tip into her, groaning at how tight she felt. Fitz' hands returned to their spot around her waist, and he pulled Olivia closer until he was halfway buried inside of her. Already she felt full, but she wanted more – so much more. Suddenly Fitz leaned forward slightly, sliding his arms up her body until two large hands were pushed between the mattress and her shoulder blades. With one swift, powerful move, he pulled Olivia's body up into a sitting position. She gasped, Fitz' sudden move causing his cock to slide so deeply into her that she thought she might burst.

"Fitz… God…", Olivia moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Olivia's sensitive nipples brushed against his chest hair, and even though they were both completely still, she could feel the insistent throbbing of him inside of her. Fitz bit her shoulder, then soothed the mark with a sweet kiss. When he lifted his head, he was met with the sight of Olivia's hooded eyes, her mouth slightly open as she tried to take a breath. Her hair was sticking to her sweaty skin, and she was beyond gorgeous.

"Baby… move, please.", she begged, and to Fitz, her hoarse voice was pure sex.

It only took a couple thrusts for her to match his rhythm, and soon Olivia met his every upward stroke with a downward push. Their bodies were entwined head to toe, and she didn't think Fitz had ever been so deep inside of her. After a few moments of slow, sensual thrusts, Olivia began circling her hips on top of him.

"Yes.", he hissed, his voice almost unrecognizable in their moment of passion. "That's it, Livy. Just like that, sweet baby."

His final thrust took Olivia's breath away completely, and she came around him with a soundless scream, her entire body shuddering almost violently. She felt Fitz cum inside of her, clinging to her body like she was his lifeline.

"Livy…", he breathed. "Livy…"

"Shh, I know. I know, Fitz.", she whispered, understanding his declaration of love without him having to put it into words.

He lowered their bodies into the sheets, never allowing their intimate embrace to break.