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I'm back! I know it's been a while. Been busy with work AND I also got caught up writing another fic that took more time than I had originally anticipated. AND then, I found myself facing a blank screen for a while when it came to this story. It happens sometimes when I take too long of a break, the story is no longer fresh on my mind and then my muse goes into a deep sleep. That's the way it is for me, I guess. I do best writing chapters on a regular basis so I'll try to stay on track. So, anyway, hope you enjoy this new chapter.

Chapter 32

Olivia hung up quickly, and gave herself a minute to digest the conversation with her father which had failed to shed some light into the situation. Somehow, he had managed to answer all her questions with more questions. Frustrated, she ended the call.

The only thing she knew for certain was that she had trusted her father. Right after they arrived on U.S Soil, he had re-assured her that he'd made radio contact with the freighter and that it would arrive in less than a week with the rest of the survivors from Flight 815.

Why would he lie to her? Why had he gone out of his way to conceal the fact that there had been no radio contact at that point.

The storm.

Her thoughts traveled back to the day they fled the island. As luck would have it, a tropical storm that threatened to escalate to the likes of a hurricane or cyclone had surged with a vengeance just prior to their departure.

Up until that point in time, the chopper had made 3 or 4 trips back and forth carrying 6 or 7 passengers at a time.

Theirs was to be the last trip off the island.

Olivia vividly recalled Fitz helping her board the aircraft clutching Aaron tightly in her arms. At that point, as far as she knew, most of the survivors had been waiting aboard the freighter for the helicopter to make its last trip before they all sailed back to the North American Continent.

Under normal weather conditions, the trip should have been a breeze since the freighter was anchored just a couple of miles off the coast.

Not wanting any further delay, the pilot still went ahead and decided to take the risk and fly off the island for the last time instead of riding out the storm ashore.

Sitting side by side, shoulders touching, Olivia and Fitz exchanged a smile of wonder and utter relief as they prepared for take off, as if to reassure each other that this was not a dream. They were finally getting off that damn island for good.

At this point, she willed herself to push the memories aside and that nagging voice inside inciting her to take on the weight of the world. There was no sense beating herself up about it. There was nothing she could have done. No way she could have known.

She was able to relax with some success sometime between helping herself to some crackers and fruit and the time it took her to check on Aaron in the nursery-previously a sitting room- connected to the master bedroom.

A few minutes later, she walked through the door the connecting door to the master and lingered there for a moment, her eyes trying to adjust to the semi-darkness of the room. The only source of light was the light of the moon coming through the half-drawn windows.

Fitz was in bed, asleep, resting on his back.

Olivia moved to her side of the bed, unable to take her eyes off his handsome face. He looked so peaceful, his forehead devoid of any wrinkles.

Her mind still musing a thousand thoughts, she quickly undressed and tossed her clothing on a nearby chair.

Then, she reached under her pillow for her nightgown and discovered it missing.

Feeling a sudden longing, she decided against looking for another nightie, and got under the covers and snuggled up to Fitz, resting her head on his bare chest.

After a moment, she reached for his manhood and his balls-yes, he'd gone to be in his birthday suit. She stroked them with feather light touches at first and continued until she heard him groan and stare at her fully awake.

Excited and aroused by her touch, he pulled the covers aside, "my, don't you look lovely tonight," he smirked, upon discovering her completely naked.

"I'm glad you're still awake," she smiled back -feeling a little guilty for waking him- wrapping her body around him like a silk glove.

Soon they were exploring each other's bodies, being equally attentive to each other.

Oh, God, his kisses made her want to melt into a puddle.

When his thumbs brushed her hard, sensitive nipples, she forgot to breathe. He broke their kiss, then nibbled his way along her jaw and licked the one spot below her ear that never failed to make her moan.

His mouth traveled south to blow on her dampness. Heat sank down to the apex of her thighs, where she melted for him.

"Don't stop," she breathed, clutching his head, determined he do that forever. She needed his touch, his tongue, the sensations shooting through her. With each tug on her nipple, she felt an answering tension between her legs. He shifted to the other breast, sucking and licking and taking her higher and higher. She ached for more, for her body and soul to become one with him.

There was no way on earth she would ever get enough of this man.

His tongue, soft and warm he sought that special spot in the center of her clit that made her draw closer and closer to the ultimate release. He blew on it causing her to catch her breath. He expertly licked it, flicked it, causing a powerful jolt of exquisite sensations.

"Oh, God! Fitz, I want you now, " she breathed, surprised that she could still string more than two words together.

Unexpectedly, just when she thought she'd reached the highest peak, the sensations intensified tenfold as he slipped two fingers inside of her, making her clench her muscles and widen her legs. Her eyes were wide open and locked on his face.

She was almost there.

Watching her eyes, his fingers thrust deep and fast making her cry out as she rode the wave of the longest orgasm she'd ever had. She cried out as loud as ever, thinking that if it went on any longer she would explode into a million pieces.

It took him about three heartbeats to make his entrance into her lovely tunnel. Good God this amazing woman was his, all his.

She arched her slick heat into him as he hit all the right spots at once and then wrapped her legs tightly around him. Miraculously, she felt the wave of yet another orgasm rapidly building up.

"You're so wet," he muttered, thinking how was it possible that every time they made love it was as magical as the first time. He was so in love with this woman. And it wasn't just her gorgeous body or even how her body instantly responded to his touch. Their connection went far deeper. She was his lover, his friend, his everything... the one person he trusted the most.

And he paused to absorb the moment, his eyes locked into hers, the lovely look on her face absolutely priceless.

As her orgasm escalated, she tightened her legs around him moaning and rising to meet his thrusts.

"Oh, baby, this is so good," he strained elongating the 'o' sound in the last word, finally meeting her release with his own. He sped up the pace until reaching completion.

Breathing heavily, he rubbed Olivia's trembling legs and lowered them.

Happy and spent, he rolled off to lie next to her.

After his breathing slowed, he reached for her again and they both lay wrapped in each others arms in silence sharing an occasional kiss.

Olivia traced hearts on Fitz's masculine chest until she fell asleep, the troubles of the day long forgotten.

He stayed awake a little longer, staring at the perfection lying in his arms.

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