A/N:

Hi, everybody. I've been bad about answering questions lately, here are some answers:

1) Some of you wondered whether Olivia's encounter with the boar was a dream. Well, the point of the matter is that Olivia overcomes her fears. Regardless of whether it was a dream or not as it was VERY real for her. Now she's a stronger person and ready to face whatever happens on the island. Furthermore, my overly ambitious goal for Olivia is for her to become a strong female character (incidentally, Shonda did an excellent job with her character in season 1). It's an ambitious goal since in our society strong males are perceived as fine achievers and strong females are seen as overly aggressive and/or bitchy.

2) Scotchsista: At the start of this story, Fitz has been married to Mellie for 10 years. So when they get back to the States he'll have to deal with finalizing his divorce and sharing custody of Karen. By the way, Cleo, Karen is Fitz' daughter. Given that he was not in love with Mellie when they got married, our Fitz would not have married Mellie without a good reason, I think. Cleo: You have the most interesting ideas that have sparked my inspiration on more than one occasion (hey, this rhymes, LOL) I hope you keep them coming!

BTW, I didn't like Fitz having THREE kids with Mellie so in this story, he only has one :)

Later that day after they got back from the caves, Fitz and Olivia waited until it was close to midnight (and everyone else was asleep) to head out to their secluded spot on the beach and swim together naked under the stars.

Afterwards, they lay together on a beach towel to dry off before putting their clothes back on. They needed to wait until their feet dried off to avoid trailing wet sand back to their tent.

"You need a shave," Olivia noted with a smile while trailing her fingers along his four day stubble. He hadn't been shaving every day as he was trying to save the batteries on his cordless shaver (the no mess type) and use it sparingly. However, he knew that at this point his stubble would probably be too sharp for oral sex. "I'll want to shave you," she offered knowing that shaving was difficult without the aid of a mirror. "Now, stay still for me...and don't move until I say so," she commanded once they were back in their tent. "you need to trust me here," she went taking hold of the shaver and shaving cream.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirked, already turned by her sexy tone.

Olivia returned his smile while running the shaver, holding his face in this and that direction. "Don't even breathe," she admonished him. "There, you are," she leaned back to admire her work. Then, she stroked his face with the back of her hand. SO nice and smooth. "Now...it's your turn..." she handed him the shaver and the can of shaving cream. "I want you to shave me... down there."

He blinked a couple of times. Huh? "Won't it hurt?" he hesitated.

"NO, silly. I've been shaving faithfully for years. My skin is used to it, besides, the shaver won't pull since the hairs are still short."

Fitz smiled lasciviously remembering how nice it was that her pubic hair was trimmed so nicely...now with the shaving, her privates will be SO nice and smooth..."Everywhere?" he asked, pulling her close, setting the shaver on the blanket that was their makeshift bed.

Slowly, she took off her top, capri pants, bra and underwear doing a little sensual dance. "Yes...every nook and cranny," her tone was light and playful. "I really need your help here since they're are some areas I can't reach well..." she added lying down on the blanket and opening her legs for him in preparation.

He positioned his one and only flashlight up high on a stack of folded blankets to ensure he had enough light.

His fingers started by touching here there with a featherlight touch while applying a small amount of shaving cream. "Now stay still and don't move an inch unless I say so," he smirked while bringing the razor close to her skin."You need to trust me here...do you trust me Olivia?" he playfully repeated her own words back to her, putting extra emphasis on the word 'trust', his lustful eyes surveying her face.

She breathed deeply. "Yes...I trust you." Of course she trusted him. She had trusted him blindly with her body even back when she had been paralyzed.

His fingers were incredibly gentle as he parted her labia and carefully shaved her, wanting to avoid at all costs any nicks and cuts around those areas.

The gentle buzz of the razor combined with his touch proved to be more erotic than she had imagined and her insides quivered in anticipation of what was yet to come. Never before had she given so much of herself without reservations or let any man become so intimately acquainted with her body...never before had she trusted anyone this much.

Very methodically, he continued shaving her, intoxicated by her pheromones and the smoothness of her skin. Oh, she's really going to enjoy it tonight, he thought, with all her nerve endings SO exposed.

After he was done shaving her, she sat up on her knees, her toes curled under her.

"Thank you," she beamed at him, her entire face radiant, her caramel skin glowing in the semi-darkness of the tent.

They gazed at each other drinking each other in, frozen in time.

The atmosphere between them slowly shifting, evolving... charging...as they both felt this smoldering exquisite feeling taking hold of every single wee cell in their bodies.

"This is a night you'll never forget, " he murmured, his breathing hitched.

She smiled knowingly, rising to her knees, giving him a full front view of her round and youthful breasts. Oh yes, she knows he'd move heaven and earth to make good on that promise.

As his gaze intensified, she felt all the muscles clench deep in her belly, responding to his dark, hungry gaze.

Holding her gaze, he swiftly managed to remove his pants, shirt and underwear and then inched toward her in a kneeling position... His eyes confident, sexy, and blazing hot. Once their faces were nearly touching, his thumb expertly rolled the end of her nipple elongating it, sending a sweet sensation all the way down to her groin.

His erection was long and incredibly beautiful, bobbing out in front of him like a sword. Olivia encircled his smooth cock with one hand, and then crouched down to take the tip into her mouth while gently scrapping his balls with her fingernails. Fitz grunted and closed his eyes.

Taking him all the way inside her mouth, the tip of her tongue repeatedly caressed the lower shaft until she heard a series of moans.

Then, her tongue slowly found his navel and traveled up his chest, her hands moving up his body in the same direction. Boy, there was not a single ounce of fat on his fabulous body, she marveled.

They shared a hungry kiss and he eased her onto the blanket... and out of nowhere he produced a long handkerchief sporting a slow sensuous smile.

Olivia stared at it intrigued, her pulse quickening. Almost instantly her lips reciprocated into a sexy smile. "Let me guess...you want to tie me up?"

"Not exactly... This will go over your eyes, your hands will be free the entire time... in case you want to take a peek, " he said full of charm. "But I wouldn't do that if I were you...the best thing for you will be the element of surprise."

"Ok, " she agreed, giggling as he tied the handkerchief over her eyes. "I've never..."

"Trust me...this will be great," he said hoping that her pleasure would increase ten fold.

Olivia laid her head back onto the blanket that had been folded many times in the shape of a pillow and found herself relaxing like never before. As she released her body of all tensions, the better it felt what he was doing.

He started by trailing his fingertips along her entire body, admiring her beauty. "Olivia," he sighed, his tongue caressing her name, softly lingering around the "V".

She arched her body as she felt him circle her erect nipple with his tongue and then sucked it. He repeated the same procedure with the other nipple.

Then, his flattened tongue drew a trail down her belly down to her crown. Putting his head between her legs, he drew in a few hot breaths of anticipation. Then, slowly, very slowly his pointed tongue licked her pussy. And her brain turned to Jell-O. And he kept on going and going longer than she ever imagined.

As his expert, joy- inspiring tongue continued its relentless path circling her clitoris, she produced a serious of continuous groans, fisting her hands into his hair.

He clearly loved what he was doing, "you have the sweetest pussy," he went on to trail hot kisses up her belly, breasts and neck. Then, he kissed her deeply, surprising her as his lips were gentle... more adoring than demanding.

Knowing that she was close to coming, he took off the hankie wanting to drink in her wanton desire.

And she came the instant he inserted a finger deep inside as her inner muscles grabbed onto it for dear life.

He shifted to a kneeling position and pulled her hips towards him in one seamless motion. In the blink of an eye, his cock found her entrance and lingered there for the longest time, teasing her, driving her wild. She lifted her pelvis wanting to feel him deeper yet not quite succeeding.

"Fuck me, " she implored. "Fitz, Please..."

Without taking his eyes off her, he moved so that he was now hovering over her. He sank into her at a deliciously slow pace. It felt SO deep, she moaned loudly. Then, he deliberately pulled back to the entrance of her tunnel and then eased his way back inside followed by slow thrusts in in a relentless cycle of madness that had her whimpering incoherently.

"What do you want, Olivia?" he breathed between her breasts.

"I want you...deeper...faster!" right on cue, he started thrusting as deep as he could go...and his slow torturous rhythm picked up the pace like never before and she wrapped her legs around him to ensure that he would stay exactly like that. "Oh, yes, Just like that!"she purred, meeting each and every thrust.

"I'm going to have to pull out..." he mumbled regretfully, thinking that he would not be able to last much longer.

"No! don't go!" she panted for she could no longer bear this intensely agonizing torture... She was SO close to coming again and at this point nothing else mattered.

Her hips lurched up and readied for that orgasm. She could already feel that this one was going to be a powerful one, the most intense ever...so she held onto the exquisite tension deep inside savoring every second, her legs trembling and weak while short involuntary gasps escaped her throat.

Thrusting hard three times deep inside her, he exploded... filling her with his seed as they both found their release in perfect synchrony, deciding right there that nothing ever felt so right.

In awe, she wondered how was it possible that every time they made love it got better...and better?

Still inside of her, he pressed his forehead against hers. "I love you," he breathed overcome with emotion. She had given so much of herself to him like no other woman before her.

And all he heard in response was a deafening silence. This was not the reaction he had hoped for.

He eased himself out of her. "What's wrong, Liv?" he wondered noting that a serious expression had crossed her face which instantly brought forth his own feelings of guilt.

"I don't know..." she replied, pulling back to lay her head on her makeshift pillow, furiously biting her lower lip. She just couldn't explain this sudden feeling of apprehension...this new unexplained certainty that this time she had failed to dodge the bullet...and that she was now with child.

Logic dictated she needed to wait a few weeks to find out for sure. Yet... strangely, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt deep in her heart where intuition resides that she had conceived ... she didn't need a pregnancy test to confirm what she knew was true in her heart.

Even though she appeared preoccupied, Fitz heart grew heavy. He had opened his heart and soul to this woman and the bottom line was that his love declaration had failed to be reciprocated.

FLASHBACK

One particular Saturday (years after her mother's death) fifteen year old Olivia walked into the kitchen knowing that she would find James busy with dinner preparations. At this point in her life, she was a high school junior and had been going steady with her boyfriend Ross for over six months.

After helping herself to a glass of juice, Olivia sat on a bar stool, elbows on the kitchen island with a distracted look about her.

"A penny for your thoughts," James said looking up from his meticulous chopping of a couple of tomatoes and bell peppers, clad in a traditional chef's uniform. Sensing that Olivia was in one of her quiet moods, he asked, "Don't tell me you've had another fight with Ross..."

"Huh...I wanna watch a movie, something romantic...you wanna watch it with me?" Olivia said with a lonely look in her eyes. Even though James was hired help, she regarded him like a member of the family.

"Maybe when I'm done fixing dinner. What do you have in mind?"

Ah, dunno...something romantic, " she reiterated, " maybe they have a baby and they live happily ever after..."

James started at her for what seemed like a full minute, readjusting his glasses and his impeccably white chef's hat. "What's so romantic about that?" seeing the puzzled look on her face he continued, "babies and romance don't mix. Ask any breathing male."

Olivia peered at him dubiously. "For a gay guy, you seem to be weirdly in touch with your masculine side."

James put his cooking preparations aside so that he could give Olivia his full attention.

"You wanna know one of the things that men find the most puzzling about women, " he began with a smile ignoring her comment. "Take note, young lady, you won't find this in your regular Cosmopolitan magazine..." he paused waiting for her smile. "The question that boggles the mind to no end is why women seem to hold on to this...this notion that there is something romantic about having babies...sometimes even to the point of ruining happily ever afters with a wiggly infant in the mix of what otherwise would have been a beautiful love story." he concluded with a deep sigh.

Olivia's brain couldn't help but zero in one word: "Ruining?"

James threw his head back and laughed. "Yes, my silly girl...take the greatest love stories of all time...how many of them have screaming infants in the background as the closing credits roll in? Well, let's see..." he looked at the ceiling as if searching his mind. "How about none?"

"Nah...I'm sure..."

An Affair to Remember, Pretty Woman (he threw in a romantic comedy just for kicks), The Notebook, to name a few...no babies there," he cut in with a challenging look. " Really, can you think of a movie where pregnancy brings love, joy and all good things to your standard of crossed star lovers?"

The truth was that Olivia couldn't think of a single movie that portrayed pregnancy as romantic. "Well... there is Sleepless in Seattle. " she said not wanting to admit defeat.

"Ah, ah" James shook his head and cocked his head just so. "That one doesn't count. No pregnancy storyline...and the child in the movie is not even theirs."

Olivia's brain worked over time. "Gone With the Wind!" she nearly shouted as though she was a contestant in a game show.

"Well...there is a child in that movie" he conceded still managing to sound dismissive. "Yet their child dies which breaks them apart as a couple. So yeah, I see no romance there, do you?" he concluded triumphantly.

"Just because we can't think of movies like that (she was sure they HAD to exist, she just couldn't think of one at the drop of a hat) ...does not mean that having children isn't romantic, " Olivia insisted with a determined look.

James eyed her suspiciously. "All this talk about romance and babies, what are you really trying tell me here?" With Olivia's father always too busy to pay attention to his daughter, James frequently found himself playing the role of surrogate parent.

"Nothing," Olivia answered in that tone that most parents tend to recognize as there is a lot going on AND I just don't wanna tell you.

"Olivia, " James only called her by her full name when he was dead serious. "Are you in some kind of trouble? Are you and Ross...?" he scratched his head bewildered trying to put two and two together. "You sure have been acting strange lately...barely eating, overly emotional. What's going on?"

A/N:

For some reason I always pictured James Novak as a chef :) Anyway, here in this flashback scene he's in his early thirties.

Do you think that James' intuition is right? if so, what is Olivia hiding? Does she have any skeletons in her closet?

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