They spent the next few hours swimming in the indoor pool until they were both exhausted and water logged. Olivia tried to get a few laps in, but kept getting distracted by Fitz. Every time she finished a lap he would demand a kiss, a demand she was willing to give into, but it quickly escalated to her swimming a few feet than rushing back into his arms. After realizing trying to get a real workout in wasn't going to happen they floated around in the deep end holding on to each other and doing flips and twists in the water, acting like a couple of kids. Fitz was reaching around and playing with the strings on the back of her bikini when she realized they needed to stop and head inside before they had another run in like the one in the store.

Fitz wrapped her in a towel and put one low around his hips as she rolled her eyes at his boldness. He grabbed the rest of their stuff and walked her towards the elevator, never letting her hand go. Before the elevator even made it to the first floor Olivia was shivering and getting impatient for it to move faster as it kept stopping to let people on and off. She was curled up in Fitz's side waiting for it to move when it finally emptied. For the first time since they had checked in she regretted picking a floor so high up.

When they finally stopped at their floor she began fishing for the key card still snuggled into Fitz's side. As the doors opened she stopped and moved away from him a bit.

"Hey guys…" Olivia said awkwardly, it had just occurred to her that while she and Fitz were messing around in the pool without a care in the world the rest of her family were locked in Huck's room trying to solve her problem. She instantly felt guilty. Claudia was smiling brightly at them, clearly not put out, Michael looked awkward she had found them in what probably seemed like an intimate moment, but Huck just looked stressed.

"Hey, we need to run out an handle a few things," Michael clearly wasn't going to go into further detail without knowing how many ears were present, "we should be back soon. I will drop Cammie off here too. I assume she doesn't know the plans for tonight?"

"Nope, I bought her an outfit though so she's all set."

"Interestingly enough Liv that wasn't my first concern. She knows she can't like tweetogrambook pictures and stuff of you guys right?"

"Oh my god Michael you are not old enough to get away with being that anti technology!"

"Liv!"

"Yes. Of course."

"Fine we will be back around dinner, text me if you hear or think of anything." She nodded at him, knowing she needed to tel them about their mother but now clearly wasn't the time. She was just ready to be alone with Fitz, the whole time his hands had been wandering lower and lower on her back until he was giving her ass a few taps and squeezes.

They exchanged places, Fitz and Olivia getting off into the hallway and the other three entering the elevator as it made its way back to the lobby. Once the door closed she finally looked at him. He had a big proud smirk on his face. He knew from the redness creeping up her neck he had gotten to her.

"Keep looking at me like that and tonight will bring a new and fun kind of torture!" He immediately brought his hands up in surrender, having already experienced what she was like when she was trying to get a raise out of him. It wasn't as if it took much to begin with, but when she put any effort into it at all he was a mess.

When they got into the room she was facing away from him, but he quickly pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms securely around her and started kissing her neck. They started out soft and sweet but got more eager when he started to use his tongue, she threw her head back to rest on his chest. She turned around in his arms and pressed her body against his, she knowing now would be the only time they were guaranteed not to be interrupted by family members. Both towels dropped to the floor, but neither bothered to pick them up as they made their way to the bed. Both were still wet from the pool and smelled like chlorine, but neither noticed or cared, they were too wrapped up in each other. The back of Olivia's legs hit the bed and she fell onto it pulling Fitz down with her. All of the concerns about her mother and father, even Stephan, all their worries were gone for the moments that they were connected this way. Fitz removed her top and began kissing her breasts and working his hands downward to take off the last barrier between them. She raked her fingers through his wet hair pulling him closer. No matter how close they got they would always crave more of each other.

The relationship they shared was often very cerebral, they found themselves arguing about things like literature or politics where they both challenged each other, but as attracted as they were to each others minds, they also lusted for one another in a way that made it difficult to be in the same room without touching, even if it was a hand on the small of her back or their bodies connecting intimately, they needed each other. It may have been spurred on by the distance they had to keep at home, but she would never tire of playing with his curls and he would never stop loving the feeling of her legs thrown over his lap.

Later they found themselves still laying in the bed. Olivia had her head on his abdomen while he played with her still damp curls. He told her try for a nap and she was failing miserably at any attempts. She rolled onto her side to look at him, holding a book in one hand and playing with her hair with the other. Shirtless, with a head full of messy curls, and his glasses low on his nose, she couldn't get over how beautiful he was. After a few minutes he noticed her staring,

"You're supposed to be sleeping." He gave her a disapproving look.

"You distracted me." She kissed his chest unabashed by the look he was giving her. She looked up at him and wrinkled her nose, "you stink!" she said to an appalled Fitz.

"You're the one that got me all sweaty!"

"No loser, I mean you smell like the pool! We need to shower I'm sure I smell too!" She began sniffing her arm and wrinkling her nose more.

"If you wanted to take a shower together all you had to do was ask!" he pulled her into his arms and threw her and half the blankets from the bed over his shoulder and headed into the bathroom. She was kicking her legs, this wasn't exactly what she had in mind.

"That's not what I meant!" She told him sternly. He placed her down gently on her feet pouting. "Fitz…"

"I was promised a naked week Livvy." He lowered his voice to his most seductive tone, he knew she couldn't say no when he spoke that way.

"Well I wouldn't want to back out of a promise," she dropped the blankets around her feet and stood there letting him look up and down her naked body. Smirking as his clear reaction, she told him,

"Better not hog the hot water this time," walking passed him and getting under the spray of the shower. It didn't take him long to come to his senses,

"Don't worry I'll keep you warm!"

They stayed under the water long after it had gone cold, but were enjoying soaping each other up and playing with each other. Fitz insisted they get out when Olivia started shivering. They both wrapped up in the robes the hotel had left in the room. Olivia threw a towel around her hair in hopes it would dry up a bit so she could get it ready for the concert. Fitz was running a towel through his hair and she watched as he stubbornly fought with his curls.

Olivia was checking her phone Fitz looked at her expectantly,

"Any news?"

"A few texts from Abby, but nothing earth shattering, looks like we have more time in our naked bubble." She smiled at him, but her smile was broken by a yawn.

"Well I have a feeling you still could use a nap, and I'm still a few chapters behind you in Game of Thrones." When they first started dating Olivia would read a book and start telling him all about it, knowing he would like it but, often ruining the ending for Fitz, so he had taken to reading the same books at the same time.

"You were a few chapters behind…" she grinned at him sheepishly. While he had taken it up to stop her from ruining the endings or the major conflicts, she had made it into a contest of who could finish it first. She always won, unless she had a test or paper due.

"How far are you!?" He asked her exasperated.

"I finished it last night." She smiled broadly clearly pleased to have thrown him.

"Then I am definitely reading, and you are staying in that robe!"

"But I don't have anything to read now."

"You finished both books? Why am I not surprised? I should have known you weren't sleeping." He was mad at her, but he understood too. She read to get out of her head and into someone else's, now if ever he could understand her desire.

"I can fix that." He pulled away from her, and she gave a sound of disapproval and pulled out one of the bags he'd stuck in the closet. Her eyes immediately went to the familiar cream and green bag from Barnes and Noble's.

After their first date and the flower incident, he brought her a book instead of flowers. He would highlight his favorite part and give it to her before the date. She now had a shelf on her bookcase full of the books that he had given her. Sometimes they were romantic, like when he'd given her his own beat up copy of To Kill a Mockingbird or Pride and Prejudice, other times it was silly when he found her a Harry Potter coloring book, she nearly jumped him for that one. Occasionally he would give her a classic of his that he loved or he would give her a book he thought she might like. It was their thing. She didn't tell Abby or Claudia, but every time she looked at her bookcase her heart raced a little at how well he knew her and cared about what she was interested in.

"I know I should appreciate that you were thoughtful enough to keep up our tradition, but I'm mostly just bummed you went to the bookstore without me." She pouted at him, mostly kidding, but still perturbed, she didn't realize they had added a bookstore to the mall in the time she had been away. He laughed to himself thinking he should have known that that's exactly what her response would be.

"How about I take you tomorrow to that one you always talk about? Will you forgive me?" He gave his best look trying to be apologetic, but both knew it was a ruse. Between the two of them they could spend the day in the smallest of bookstores.

"I guess so." She said brightly, his excursion completely forgiven. He stuck his head in the bag, clearly looking for one particular book. She tapped her foot impatiently, while she felt guilty and awkward when he spent a ridiculous amount of money on her for a coat or a date, she loved the idea of him walking around a bookstore thinking of her and what she would like.

"Okay so I kind of went overboard, don't get mad at me."

"Bee, seriously, unless you've got like a first edition of Chaucer in there, overboard and bookstore don't even belong in the same sentence." They both laughed at her excitement.

"Okay well obviously I haven't read this one yet," he handed her the next Game of Throne book and she grinned wildly not even noticing that he was still pulling books out of the bag, "and this one you always refuse to read, I still remember the rant after we watched the movie, but I promise the book has a happy ending," he handed her Wuthering Heights, "its really beautiful Livvie, besides I cant wait for you to start yelling about Catherine and Heathcliff and comparing them to Elizabeth and Darcy. And just incase you still won't believe me about Wuthering Heights I grabbed something I know you love so I kind of cheated."

He finally pulled out the last book. It was Much Ado About Nothing, they had spent the last weekend watching Joss Whedon's version of it and for the next few days all she could talk about is how its her new favorite and she couldn't believe she never read it. She was grinning madly debating which to start first. He looked concerned like she might not like them, they weren't all that original and thoughtful.

He was a sucker for Wuthering Heights it was his mother's favorite book and it was some how one of the few things that didn't get tainted by her actions. He underlined several parts that made him think of her.

He loved the story of Heathcliff and Catherine and how devastating their love was for each other, but he hoped they would be more like Hareton and Cathy, learning from their parents mistakes to have their own passion. It was pretty appropriate given what they were experiencing at the moment, he wasn't sure she would read it. After they watched the movie one night she cried and got at upset for telling her how excellent it was, she was stuck on the sad ending. He remembered her pacing back and forth, him watching, amazed she could get so passionate about things, from the couch. It was such a turn on, but she her big brown eyes were red and her face tear stained as she ranted that "life sucks enough, why would anyone do this! They didn't even fight for each other or anything and when they had their chance she died? What is that?! Who does this?" He thought about pointing out that literature was supposed to evoke these types of emotions and conversations, but it didn't seem like the time.

She pulled the other two books from his hands and flipped through them to see what if anything he had highlighted. It seemed half of Wuthering Heights was highlighted and there were even some margin notes, Much Ado About Nothing had significantly less, but still several pages had notations in his thin slant. Her eyes welled up a bit; she wasn't a crier, but the amount of thought he put into what she needed touched her today, even more than usual. She looked at him smiling through glassy eyes,

"You did good Bee."

"Does that mean you wont yell at me when you finish it?" He knew she would get upset reading Wuthering Heights, but he thought watching her get all riled up was pretty sexy.

"Am I that bad?" She gave him a curious look, she knew most people didn't like discussions with her because she got too invested, but that was where the fun came from.

"Worse," she looked disappointed, "but I like it, its cute." She rolled her eyes at his calling her cute, but was relieved, most people thought she was too intense, but Fitz fueled the part of her that got invested in things that weren't really all that important. Still holding all three books in her hands she made her way back to the couch thinking about which one she wanted to start first.