A/N:

Y'all know how much I love guest reviewers? I get ultra-happy whenever a guest review comes in (well, ALL reviews, actually)! Yep, I think it may well be that I find I can't reply back to your reviews so you're sort of mystery. I do love a good mystery. Anyhow, one of you wondered if I could make the chapters longer. (Btw, if you sign your name next time, I'll refer to you by name). Here's my response to you: I'll try my best from now on ;)

So far I've been updating this fic every couple of days, although prior to this my usual rate was an update a week (sometimes longer than that). Chapters for my other stories (other fandoms) were longer but I had a whole week to add all sorts of extra details. I might eventually go to that pattern as we go deeper into this story.

Thus far, I find myself SO excited about this fic that I can hardly wait to get the next chapter out! Anyhow, this turned out to be the longest chapter ever. Also, it has two flashbacks back to back.

Crabapplect: There is a little something for you in this chapter :)

By the time Fitz and Olivia made it back to their tent the party was nearly over and the moon shone in the night sky to its full dimension.

While lighting a fire just a few inches away from the tent, Fitz waved goodnight to their nearest neighbors Sun and Jin who smiled back and nodded their heads as though they knew exactly what he was thinking.

He supposed they were thinking this was his night to get lucky...and that his girlfriend was about to welcome him home...big time.

Except that Olivia was not really his girlfriend...even though they were technically living together...in a tent, nonetheless.

Yet, there was nothing he could do about that. He couldn't exactly ask her out for dinner and a movie, could he?

He pulled the blue tarp to the side and stepped inside the tent, thinking that on the bright side, he and Olivia had actually shared many intimate moments and that their connection already ran deeper than he had ever imagined possible. Not for the first time he wondered whether their bond would have developed this quickly under normal circumstances.

There she was sitting up on their best blanket, clad in her tank top and white capri pants, with a soft dreamy look in her eyes.

He thought she looked absolutely gorgeous, her lips glossy and with a touch of lustre color.

In two seconds flat he was sitting beside her, his finger pinching her chin and his thumb running across her mouth.

"Fitz, we need to talk, " she murmured.

His brain refused to register her words. All he could think about was her enticing kissable lips.

It was absolutely amazing: The way Olivia's brain fogged over every time he kissed her as though she had just hopped on a runaway train, destination unknown.

They panted against each other's mouths. And in the heat of the moment, she weaved her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, her heart thundering beneath his touch as he slid his hand beneath her tank top.

"Fitz," she mumbled, weakly, her body tingling from head to toe as his caresses grew more demanding, giving up any illusion of control.

Adrenaline continued to rush through his veins at warp speed, as he planted a long line of kisses along her jaw, ending with a gentle brush of her lips. It seemed like forever before he possessed her lips again in a kiss so pure it made every fiber of her being ache for more.

Without losing their connection, Olivia tugged at his dark blue t-shirt, and he pulled it over his head in a flash while she scrapped at his six pack abs with her fingernails. Without losing eye contact, they both scrambled out of their clothes.

Only then did Olivia allow herself to savor Fitz's naked body. He had the perfect swimmer's form: wide shoulders, narrow chest, narrow hips and flaring thighs.

God, how she wanted him!

For the first time in all the times they had made out, she trailed her finger tips across his body in a straight line down to his manhood pulsating for her.

He groaned as she encircled his cock with one hand, exposing the full head, already glistening with pre-cum. Then, she moved her hand up and down slowly, making him crazy with anticipation, and eventually increasing the speed until his eyes glazed over.

The power over him was intoxicating. "You like this?" she leaned over for a kiss and he devoured her mouth with escalating, mind blowing passion.

"I want you to come," she nipped his ear. "Will you come for me?" Her voice was like a purring kitten while her hand relentlessly pumped him at a good speed.

He sought her lips again. "Not so fast," he murmured against her soft lips, reaching out to capture her hand. He took a deep breath. "I want to be inside you, and then I'm gonna fuck you until you see stars..."

A certain dose of suddenly reality registered in her brain and she remembered what she had wanted to talk to him about.

"Fitz...we can't, " she whispered apologetically. "Birth control."

His expression shifted to reveal a sheer look of confusion.

She couldn't be serious, could she?

Yet they both had good reasons to think long and hard about birth control.

FLASHBACK

Shortly after their first encounter wherein Olivia asked Sawyer for some sunscreen, she went back to see him once again, this time with a bigger purpose in mind.

She found him outside his tent sitting in a handcrafted beach chair reading Are You There God, it's Me, Margaret.

"Too predictable...not nearly enough sex," Sawyer snorted.

Olivia's gaze shifted from the book's front cover to Sawyer's amused expression.

"But y'know, beggars can't be choosers..." he added with a twinkle.

Which reminded her of the reason of her visit. "I'm looking for my purse...It's got a short handle, natural tan color...oh, and it has a Prada label engraved in the front, same color." She spoke in a rapid fashion. "You've seen it?"

He clicked his tongue. "Sorry to break it to ya, " he went on with mock sorrow, " but we weren't able to save any of 'em purses..." he shook his head slightly, his brows rising. "My best guess is that they weren't as lucky as the luggage riding first class in the cushiony cargo compartment."

Olivia's face dropped. Deep down she'd still had been holding on the faintest hope of being able to find her purse.

"So what's in that purse of yours that you need so bad that you're willing to swallow your pride and come back to me ?"

In all truth, aside from her birth control, she had literally carried her life with her in that purse. For one, she would love to get beauty/makeup kit back...and a mirror. Although blissfully mirrors seemed to be the one commodity hard to come by. She needn't look in a mirror to 'know' what her hair looked like in the morning (and for most of the day, actually). Humidity did such a number on her hair that it felt as though it had been attacked by teasing pillow gnomes.

Thus, if she could only find her tiny 2 oz bottle of Silk (which she kept in her purse at all times to smooth flyaway s or in case of a sudden humidity attack).

Yet if she mentioned any of these things at a time when everyone was so focused on survival would make her appear hopelessly vain, wouldn't it?

So Olivia gave herself a 20 second pep talk. It was her birth control pills that she needed the most to prevent PMS attacks...and also, just in case...

Oh, shit, heaven forbid she somehow got pregnant on the island. Anyone with half a brain would agree that would certainly be the worst possible scenario.

"Now if you don't mind, I'll go back to reading my book." Seemingly bored by the long silence, Sawyer opened his book to the right page.

"You do spend a lot of time reading, don't you?" Olivia observed in a neutral tone with no trace of judgement. "So while everyone else is running around working, you're reading..."

"The thing is... I like to think," Sawyer smiled, tiny dimples showing. "Winston Churchill used to read a book every night...said it helped him think better." He cocked his head, pausing for effect. "Some people though...would rather keep themselves busy all day so they don't have to think."

Olivia considered that. Who was she to argue against the value of reading?

"Anyhow, What else can I do you for? Look, if you're not willing to tell me what you're looking for how can I help you find it?"

"Okay, okay..." she took a deep breath. "Promise not to throw in one of your infamous comeback remarks or snappy one liners?

Sawyer chuckled. "Pinky promise," he chuckled again, sporting his dimples to their fullest expression.

"I need my birth control pills," Olivia said.

Sawyer cocked his head in amusement and was about to say something when Olivia was quick to add, "ah ah...pinky promise!" She nearly chuckled at the silly term coming out of her own lips.

"Aw...here I was thinkin' that you were just a little stuck up and took yourself way too seriously! Yet..."

"Just tell me if you got any..." she interjected impatiently. "I'm sure you've found all kinds of things in those suitcases..."

Sawyer thought about it for a moment. "As a matter of fact, I did find some..." he spoke, his amusement quickly fading. "But it's been a week since the crash...and even a fool like me knows you can't skip that many days if they're gonna work.."

Olivia sighed. Yes, of course she knew that. She'd just been telling herself that getting back on the pill was definitely better than nothing.

A few moments later, Sawyer emerged from his tent, contraceptive packet in hand. "Good luck," he clicked his tongue. "Cause you sure as hell are gonna need it."

FLASHBACK.

It went without saying that his relationship with Mellie had been doomed from the start. They'd met at a bar one day when he'd had a drink too many. It wasn't till later that he learned that she worked as an attorney for his competitor across the street.

Their rocky start didn't get any better one day when she showed up at his law firm waving a pregnancy test in front of him.

It wasn't until then that it had dawned on him that well, yeah, maybe they hadn't used any protection? The truth was that he couldn't remember much.

She had said something about him dodging her calls for over a month? Had it been a month already, he'd wondered.

Just when he thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, Mellie acted supremely offended/bitchy when he kindly suggested they do some paternity testing.

So yes, ever since then he'd known by personal experience that the consequences of getting too happy go lucky in the birth control department. Their one night stand had regretfully turned into a 'life I can't stand', wherein arguments and misery prevailed.

Now, it wasn't that he didn't love his daughter; in fact he adored little Karen.

In fact, he could still hear his daughter's voice pleading: "Daddy, Daddy, one more story, please, please, Daddy!" every single night before bed because she knew that all that pleading would eventually pay off.

Yet he'd long decided that one kid was more than enough and no, he didn't need a boy to carry the family name, thank you very much. Hell, no!

He'd be more than happy to be the last Grant in his family tree. In fact, he would be supremely honored.

PRESENT TIME

After listening to her reasoning of how the effectiveness of the pill had plummeted from 99 % to roughly 20% (if that), he replied, "we'll just have to go the old fashioned way."

Sitting up straighter, she gave him a long blank look.

"When it's time..." he breathed a little sadly, "I will pull out."

For some reason, it took her a minute to fully register what he was saying...for THAT was something she would have never considered.

She supposed it could work.

"I don't know..." she hesitated.

"Please," he begged with sad puppy eyes, tracing little circles down her back as low as he could go, her defenses plummeting fast.

Actually, she wanted it to work...

Reclaiming her lips, a gasp escaped from her throat: half laugh, half moan. She dug her nails into his shoulders, desperately searching for something steady to hold on to, as he deepened the kiss and lowered her onto the blanket.

She squirmed from beneath his body, as his tongue explored every inch of her skin; every throbbing nerve in her neck, every curve and hollow.

Just when she thought he would never get down to her downy mound, he teased her to his heart's content...stopping just short of her clit. She bit her lip as his tongue came back up again to her hardened nipples.

The tables turned again. "Fitz! I want you now," she found herself panting, begging.

His hand trailed down to her clit again.

As soon as he slid his fingers inside he realized that she was warm and ready for him.

She moaned again, this time much louder, her muscles deliciously contracting around his fingers...and she came explosively, her head wildly shifting side to side.

Unable to hold himself back, he drove into her, his passion raw and untamed. It paved the way for her body to safely embrace him and bursting into warm shooting rays of light, sunlight, starlight.

She was so...incredibly, amazingly wet...

She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to feel him deeper and deeper...

He was as close to coming as wildfire, however, wonder of wonders, he remembered their agreement and started pulling out from her.

She moaned in protest, her mind caught in some eternal present, her body caught in an everlasting and continuous wave of pleasure.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined this was even possible,

"No! stay...inside...stay..." she breathed, all rational thought out the window, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist...not ever wanting this to end. All she knew for certain was that it felt right, meant to be.

For one brief moment he was perfectly still... gazing into her eyes, as though making a silent promise to worship her from this moment forward,

Then, he started thrusting again, this time deliciously slow...yet landing a hard kiss on her mouth.

And time stood still AND they both thought they were in heaven...

And she came again with wild abandonment.

He came within seconds, all while maintaining eye contact.

Happy, smiling and spent, Olivia shivered a little.

As though they had known each other all their lives, they had reached their climaxes noisily, heartedly and completely.

"You're amazing," he smiled at her with hopeless adoration, rolling to his side yet still pulling her close to maintain their connection; this incredible connection which struck a chord in him so deep he was sure he'd never experienced it before.

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