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Even though he only knew Olivia a short while, Fitz could tell that she was sophisticated, poised. So when she said to dress "classy/casual" she meant "dress classy or don't bother coming at all". He dressed in his finest black Armani suit, slicked his hair back a little, and grabbed his car keys, leaving his apartment to head to the location Olivia gave him.

Olivia sat at the bar, nursing a cranberry vodka. Every so often, she would look up, checking to see if he had the gall to show his face. He intrigued her. She wanted him, and he knew it. But she wasn't going to give in that easily, no matter how much her gut and her heart told her to. Olivia always trusted her gut, but she was afraid of going too fast.

A slow song began to play, that Olivia recognized as one of her favorite songs by Coldplay. She smiled softly, singing along to the words under her breath. "But I promise you this," she sang, "I'll always look out for you, yeah that's what I'll do."

"You have a lovely voice." She jumped slightly, not hearing Fitz come up behind her. Goddamn he looked good. Suave, drop dead sexy. "Would you care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand out to her.

Olivia placed her hand in his, walking over to the dance floor where the other couples were. He placed his hand on the small of her back, making contact with her bronze skin, as her dress was backless. She looked like something out of a fairytale. Her white dress was shaped like a heart around her breasts, and flared out behind her. Her hair was smooth and silky, pinned into a side ponytail on her left shoulder with a Casablanca lily. He assumed it was her favorite flower. "You. Look. Breathtaking." She blushed at his words, whispering a thank you under her breath.

The air began to get thick yet again with sexual tension. But it wasn't just that. It was more than just physical. He looked into her chocolate brown eyes, and he felt more than just physical attraction. There was some kind of hold she had on him, from the moment he saw her. He tilted his head a little and smiled, mouthing along to the words of the song.

My heart is yours

It's you that I hold on to

That's what I do.

And I know I was wrong, but I won't let you down.

His breathing deepened, and he backed up a little bit, trying to clear his head of the thoughts of pinning her against the nearest wall, hiking up her dress, and experiencing the feeling of himself inside her.

He cleared his throat, smiling slightly.

"Tell me about yourself, Fitz. What do your parents do?"

"My mother was a teacher. Kindergarten. She loved her job, right up until the end. She died last year. She was my best friend." There was underlying pain in his voice, but he tried not to let it show.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean t-"

"No, it's alright. I'm handling it better. My father on the other hand, is the senator of Texas." He grimaced.

"Your father is Fitzgerald Grant II? That means you're-"

"Fitzgerald Grant III, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"You don't seem too pleased about that." Olivia said as she furrowed her brow. There was this look on her face, that made it obvious that there were problems with his father. All she wanted to do was make his pain go away, make him feel better. She pressed herself closer to him, laying her head against his chest, right over his heartbeat. It began to speed up, and she laughed, looking up at him.

Her laugh was like music to his ears, and sent chills down his spine. Every aspect of this woman was driving him insane. The fact that when he talked, she actually listened. She cared about what he had to say.

"What's your dream goal, Fitz?"

"Well, one day, I want to be President. I want to be leader of the free world, and make this country a better place. Fix the economy, end all of the wars and bring our troops home, lower student loan fees for college students."

Olivia looked up at him in wonder. She could see him accomplishing every single one of those things he named, and she felt a sense of pride, when she thought about him achieving his dreams. He looked down at her. "What?"

"Hmm?"

"You're staring at me."

"Am not."

The song ended a long time ago, and the tempo of the new song was too fast for the slow dance they were doing, but it didn't matter to them. They were in their own little world. He studied every detail of her face. How long her eyelashes were, her high cheekbones and the way her nose curved. His eyes fixated on her lips. She wore a bright red lipstick, as well as a slight gloss to it. Without thinking, he bent down, placing a light kiss on her lips. What neither of them were prepared for, was her reaction.

She threw her arms around his neck, memorizing the feel of his lips on hers. Soft, but firm at the same time. His tongue traced the outline of her lips, seeking entrance and she gave it to him. What started out as a soft, innocent kiss, was turning into that of a deep, passionate one. Olivia broke the kiss first, taking deep breaths, trying to compose herself. She looked Fitz straight in the eye, and asked the question that was on both of their minds.

"Your place or mine?"

The entire drive back to Fitz' apartment, Olivia couldn't keep her hands off of him. She was attacking his neck with kisses, sucking right above his collarbone, earning her a groan in response. Fitz stepped on the pedal, going 25 mph in a 15 mph zone.

He screeched to a stop, running around to the passenger side of the car, opening it for Olivia, and helping her out of the car. Fitz waved hello to the doorman, and pressed the button for the elevator. He took hold of Olivia's hand, bringing it to his lips, before kissing each of her knuckles.

"You sure about this, Liv?"

Her heart fluttered at the sound of the nickname he gave her. Up until that point, he only called her Olivia, meaning he was getting more comfortable with her. She took her hand from his lips, intertwining her fingers with his. The elevator door opened, and she pulled him inside.

"Let's find out."

Fitz pressed the button for his floor, as Olivia turned around, pushing him to the wall of the elevator. She palmed at his crotch, her breathing slightly uneven.

"I'm not this person. I don't do this. But you bring out this side of me, that no one has ever seen or experienced. I don't know what it is about you that draws me in, but I intend to find out."

Her eyes were dark and seductive, and it turned Fitz on even more. He grabbed her hands, and changed positions, putting her against the wall and holding her hands above her head. With his other free hand, he slid it under her dress, running his hand along her lower thigh, to her inner thigh, until he got to the area he was searching for. He teased her through the outside of panties, flicking his finger over the area, her body squirming slightly.

"I'm gonna make you my sweet baby, Livvie." He spoke, his voice full of seduction. "I want to taste every inch of your body, and I intend to. I hope you don't have any classes tomorrow, because this is gonna be a long night."

He swiftly moves her panties to the side, putting two fingers inside of her. She moaned at his entrance, unable to stop him even if she wanted to, because his grip in her hands was firm. The fact that she was being restricted turned her on even more, and as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, her body arched slightly into the touch, her pants becoming heaver and her moans louder, until he stopped abruptly.

Her eyes shot open at the loss of contact, a slight pout on her face. Fitz laughed heartily. "You have a very cute pouty face, Livvie."

"You stopped."

"We're on my floor."

He exited the elevator, walking down the hallway before looking behind him.

"Care to join me?"