A/N: Just a simple, hopefully sweet, update to contend with the ridiculous FF outage. Take this as a bit of a refreshing breath / break cos up next, shit gets real. We're not done with Edison yet and we haven't even gotten started on Cyrus.
He watches as she sits with her legs curled to her stomach. The overstuffed chair dwarfs her tiny frame and her complexion is devoid of any color. Wet curls stick to the side of her face. Every inch of Fitz aches for her. He wants nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and run away. This is his fault. Her pain. The invasive reporters. Why didn't he think ahead? Why didn't he think this through? Hell, it'd made local news when he'd been ordained, of course walking away is bound to make the same splash. He couldn't let Olivia become collateral damage.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Fitz asks. His knees creak as he takes a seat in front of Olivia. She shakes her head. "Come on, Livvie, don't shut me out."
"I'm not. I'm just trying to sort it all through."
Which is likely the truth. Everything had happened so fast. One minute they were doing a live interview, the next Donna Graham shut down production; promising a follow-up interview while simultaneously handing Olivia pieces of paper with phone numbers scrawled across them.
"She gave you a lot to think about."
Tears roll down Olivia's cheeks as she turns her head towards Fitz. His heart folds in on itself. Crumples. "I did this interview so we'd be left alone. I didn't do it because I wanted to become the face of some movement or whatever Donna Graham thinks. I didn't want people knowing about this. I already have 20/20 calling me." She wipes at her eyes. "Can we just leave D.C.?"
"Didn't you tell me this morning that you just got her dad back. Do you really want to move away from here?" It's the fear talking and Fitz can't blame her. Especially when this is his fault.
"Yes." His face wrinkles prompting a soft smile from Olivia. "I mean no. I can't tell how much of this crying is me and how much of this is the baby." She gives him a watery laugh. "I just didn't know this was going to be the can of worms that opened here."
"Me either, baby." Fitz rises and reaches for her hands that are tucked beneath her chin. Together, they unravel Olivia from the ball she's locked herself in and he tugs her to her toes. Thankfully she doesn't put up much a fight as he takes her seat and ushers her into his lap. Once she's seated, he wraps one arm around her back and the other hugs her knees. They're still at her father's; still inside and wary of the outside world's judgement. "What can I do?"
"Just hold me; tell me everything is going to be okay even if we know it isn't."
"I can do that." Fitz's fingers flex against her thigh. He tugs her forward, tighter. Presses a kiss to her left shoulder. A droplet of water rolls down her neck and he watches as she closes her eyes. Lose tears roll down her cheeks, colliding with the water from her hair. She looks so soft and so small in his arms, inspiring an even more intense sense of protectiveness in him. The hand holding onto her knees skims up, coming to rest on her stomach.
This is a moment Fitz never thought he'd have again. A lover her could call a friend. A child – their child – growing in her belly. He has his new beginning and there are forces out there trying to tear it apart. What hurts me is that he doesn't know why, yet.
Olivia's hand slides over his and she turns in his arms. Her lips meet his and Fitz smiles. They sit there for a moment, exchange soft kisses. She pulls back and he follows her mouth. It's soft and simple, yet he finds his hunger growing. The hand that rests on her belly finds the top of her pajama pants. He slips his hand inside and brushes a thumb over her clit.
"My dad's down the hall," she whispers.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asks as one of her hands finds the back of his neck and the other traces his bottom lip.
"I don't..."
Fitz takes that as his cue, he slides his hand deeper, stroking her slowly. He listens as her breath hitches and smirks when her teeth graze his bottom lip.
"Bed..." she whispers and he wastes no time. He lifts her into his arms and takes the measured steps to her bed. He feels like a teenager again, sneaking into his girlfriend's bedroom while her father is down the hall.
Thankfully, she wears little clothing. He peels the oversized Georgetown t-shirt over her head and she moves to slide down her shorts, but Fitz stops her. "Wait," he whispers. He inches down her body, coming to rest at her stomach. He peppers kisses against her skin. Her hands thread through his hair and for a moment, everything is still. They just rest together and he fights the urge to devour her whole. When he starts to move once more, his mouth watering at the mere thought of tasting her, Olivia stops him by tugging his head upward.
"I just want you. I just need you. Nothing but you. Inside of me. On me."
Fitz nods. He's never been able to deny her anything. He peels away his shirt and soon his pants follow. Taking great care, he slides Olivia's shorts and underwear down her legs. His eyes meet hers and when he slips inside of her, they exhale. It's a sweet ecstasy like no other being inside of her. He waits for her to adjust before whispering, "Wrap your legs around me."
Olivia abides and he slides his arms under hers, pressing their chests together. He moves slow at first, his strokes are concentrated and purposeful. Olivia moans, breath hot against his right ear as her chin digs into his shoulder. He feels her nails dig into his back.
"Harder," she moans. "Please."
"I don't want your dad to hear us." If she hears him, she doesn't say anything. Instead, he feels her teeth sink into his shoulder. He moves harder, more pointed and focused until he feels something wet on his shoulder.
"Livvie...are you okay, Livvie?" He asks, pausing just a moment to get a good look at her face. He pulls away, still sheathed inside of her to find tears dotting her cheeks. "Do you want to stop?" He knows she's just about an open wound. Everything is raw and fresh. Maybe they've tried to get to this point too quickly?
"No. I just think I need to cry it out. Please don't stop. Don't." She punctuates her plea with a hard kiss. Her tongue slips into his mouth and Fitz nearly melts, but stops. He doesn't like to see her cry.
"Are you sure," he asks, brushing a damp curl away from her cheek. "You've been through a lot today and I don't want this to feel like something you have to do."
"Fitz.."
"Livvie?"
"Just make love to me. I'm okay. I just need this."
He nods, trying to find his focus once more when he feels her right-hand rest at his left hip. She pulls him closer and he takes it as a hint that she is okay. He moves harder, pelvis against pelvis. Strokes pointed. She gets louder, her moans are throatier. Despite the euphoria pouring through his veins, he doesn't want an awkward breakfast with her father in the morning. He turns his head, finding her mouth. He swallows her moans. She nips at his lips, panting. He knows he isn't going to last much longer. He raises her left leg higher on his hip and focuses on hitting the spot he knows will unravel her.
Moments later, he feels her coming around him. He soon follows, spilling into her without a second thought. He kisses her temple and smiles as she whispers a heavy "I love you."