I've had this done for a bit, and I just kinda kept forgetting to upload it.


Olivia woke up cocooned in blankets and wrapped in Charles's arms, in the middle of his Alaska King plush mattress. She felt like she was laying in a cloud. She looked up at him and smiled and kissed his shoulder, sharing his pillow. She settled against him and smiled.

Charles held her tighter, closer to his body. "You're up early," he mumbled into her hair and kissed her neck gently

She grinned and turned in his arms. "I feel like I slept for days," she whispered. "Your bed is amazing," she kissed him gently. "We should shower and get dressed. Then maybe we could go to your library downstairs and you could read to me," she ran her hands over his chest.

He ran his hands over her body, hearing her gasp. "I'll read whatever you want to you." He moved the blankets and helped her out of bed, walking her backwards into the bathroom. "You're beautiful."

Olivia felt him push her up against the wall and she gasped. "We need to be quick, if we want some privacy with our clothes on before the kids get up," she mumbled against his lips.

Charles pulled her close and turned on the shower, and once it heated up he pulled her into the shower, pressing her against the cool tile, she moaned as he kissed her fiercely. "I need you," he whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes and nodded. "I need you, too. God, Charles!" She moaned as she felt his hands roam her body. "Baby, please. Touch me, fuck me, do something because I need you so goddamn bad."

He spun her around and took her hands, resting them on the wall. "I want you to be loud. The kids can't hear us," he whispered.

Olivia looked over her shoulder and nodded. "Fuck me," she cocked her eyebrow and felt him push into her fast and hard. "Oh!" She let her forehead rest on the tile. "Move! Please, move!"

Charles kissed her neck and started to puns in and out of her, both moaning, their breath coming in pants. "Livia," he whispered in her ear, nipping at her ear lobe and then her neck. "Jesus Christ," he whispered.

She felt his hand move to her clit and she cried out. "Charles!" She arched her back, her orgasm building stronger and stronger, moving her free hand to the back of his head to pull him into a kiss and stare into his eyes. "Come on, baby. Let me feel you. God please, come for me."

He bit her shoulder, causing her to cry out louder and he smirked. "Come on, come with me Livia. I'm right there."

Olivia let out a guttural moan followed by a strangled scream as her orgasm wracked her body, and just when she thought she'd finished, she felt his release inside her, spurring on a second, stronger orgasm. Her moans were loud as they came down together, and she rested her head on the tile as she panted. "Fuck," she let out a giggle.

Charles smiled. "That was incredible," he whispered. "I love hearing you moan, knowing that you're moaning for me," he held her in his arms, helping to keep her up.

She smiled and turned in his arms. "We should at least wash our bodies," she whispered and kissed him softly. "And by the way, I love the way you make love to me, the way you fuck me… the way you touch me. I love the way you make me moan. Only for you."

He took some body wash and started to wash her body, his touch was gentle, he was getting to know every inch of her body. "You're so beautiful," he whispered as he lathered over her whole body.

Olivia gasped and let her head fall back. "Oh my God!" She closed her eyes, feeling the shower head run water over her body. "Charles!" She gripped him as she felt the water run over her clit.

Charles smirked and kissed her neck. "You gonna come for me again, Livia? You like how the shower head pulsates the water on your clit?"

She held him tightly. "Mmhmm," she droned and opened her eyes to look into his. "I'm so close, don't stop." Her back arched as her nails dug into his back. "Fuck!"

He kissed her lips softly. "Let go, baby. It's gonna feel so good." He heard her whimper. "Come," he whispered.

Olivia felt her orgasm rip through her body and she cried out. "Oh!" She fell forward into him and looked into his eyes, riding her orgasm out. She moved the shower head when she finished and she smiled, looking into his eyes, holding onto him to keep herself standing. "Your turn." She grabbed them body wash and started washing his body, getting on her knees to wash his legs, looking up at him, rinsing her hands, she took him in her hand and stroked him, hearing him groan. She bit her bottom lip and grinned. "Mm, you like that, baby?"

Charles looked down at her. "You don't have to, Olivia." He knew where she was going with this, and he never wanted her to feel obligated to do anything, especially after he read her book. She didn't catch him off guard this time. He wanted to make sure she didn't feel it was something he expected

She smiled. "I know," she kissed the head of his cock. "I want to. I want to taste you," she whispered and took him fully into her mouth and she moaned looking up at him, her lips moving over him.

He groaned and took her hair in his hand, watching as she expertly moved her mouth over him. "Oh, yeah," he felt her let go and lick up the underside of his shaft.

Olivia giggled. "Mm, you like that? Hmm?" She stroked him and played with his balls, hearing him groan. "Yeah," she whispered, taking him back into her mouth and deep into her throat, letting him go and catching her breath, going back to move her mouth over him.

Charles gently tugged on her hair, hearing her moan. "God, Livia, I'm gonna come."

She looked up at him. "So, come. I want to taste you." She wrapped her lips around him, and within seconds she tasted him on her tongue. She swallowed every drop he gave her and she smiled, kissing the head of his cock one last time and standing up, looking at him with a smile. "So good," she whispered before she kissed him.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "You're amazing," he turned the water off and hung the shower head back up and caressed her face. "Truly amazing."

Olivia ran her fingers over his chest. "So are you," she bit her bottom lip. "Come on, let's dry off and get into comfy clothes. I want you to read to me." She kissed his chin and they stepped out of the shower, wrapping themselves in towels.

Charles walked them into the bedroom and watched her slip into panties. "God, you look amazing," he whispered.

She giggled and turned to face him, kissing him softly. "Can I borrow something comfortable? I only brought lingerie and jeans and a shirt to wear home."

He opened his drawer and pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a shirt and handed them to her. "I don't think I'll ever see anything sexier than you in my clothes," he kissed her softly.

Olivia smirked and slipped the shirt over her head, smelling it and smiling, her eyes closed. "It smells like you," she whispered, slipping into the pajama pants. "If I had my way, I don't think I'd ever want to wear anything else."

Charles put on a pair of pajama pants and another shirt and wrapped his arms around her. "Let's go cuddle up in the study," he whispered. "Wait for the kids to wake up, I'll make breakfast," he kissed her gently and they walked down to the first floor and cuddled up in the armchair after he picked up a book without a dust jacket.

She rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. "I like this," she whispered. She kissed his cheek. "What are we reading?"

He kissed her forehead and then her lips. "Collection of poems by e.e. cummings," he spoke gently. "Some of my favorites are in this collection."

Olivia smiled. "I love his work. Read to me," she whispered and looked into his eyes.

Charles kissed her softly, slowly. He broke the kiss and smiled, opening the book as he felt her settle against him. "somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

any experience,your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and

my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility:whose texture

compels me with the colour of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)—"

She smiled and they spoke the last line in unison, "nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands" she looked into his eyes and smiled. "I love that poem," she whispered and let her lips graze his.

He caressed her face and kissed her gently, breaking the kiss and holding her. "This is perfect, sitting in this chair with you, a book of poetry by our side." He rested his forehead against hers. "You're more beautiful than any poem ever written," he whispered and took her hand. "I want to take you out, on a date."

Olivia kissed his knuckles. "We probably need to wait until after the book is published though, right?" She looked from their hands to his eyes. "So you don't get in trouble."

Charles smiled. "Technically," he said gently. "But, baby, I don't care how much trouble I get into. Olivia I'm falling for you, and I don't give a damn who knows it or when."

She nuzzled further into him and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of this moment. "That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me," she kissed him gently. "Think we can go to dinner tonight? Maybe I can convince Noah to stay over another night, so we can have a real date?"

He rubbed her back. "I think that sounds perfect."

Olivia grinned. "Noah and I will have to head back to our apartment to picks a few things up," she looked up at him. "You and the girls are more than welcome to come with us," she kissed his chest. "I don't have anything appropriate for date night and I don't have anything to do my hair and makeup with."

Charles kissed her forehead. "You look beautiful no matter what," he whispered. "But I think I speak for not only myself, but the girls, when I say we'd love that."

She smiled. "So we could have breakfast, head over to my apartment so I can pick up some things for our date, maybe have lunch and then we could come back here," she whispered. "But you have to at least tell me what we're doing so I know how to dress," she whispered and nuzzled his neck.

He held her a little tighter. "I have an idea but I have to make a few calls in order to make it happen," he whispered. "I want tonight to be magical, and I will do anything I can to ensure that it is."

Olivia looked up at him. "Baby, with you, I know it's going to be magical," she kissed him slowly.

Charles held her and caressed her cheek as they kissed. Their mouths opened and they found one another's tongue. He heard her moan and he broke the kiss. "You're so sexy," he whispered. "I—" he paused. "I can't wait to take you out on the town, I can't wait to walk around where we go with you on my arm."

She smiled. "Right back at you, Charles," she kissed his cheek. "I've never felt like this," she whispered. "This… connected to someone. Especially this quickly. It's… it's a little scary, Charles. I don't know what this is," she looked up into his eyes. "I don't have a name for it… or maybe I do and it's just… scary and too soon."

He rubbed her back. "Hey, I feel it too. And I will wait as long as I need to before we put a label on this. I don't want to lose you, I'm not going to do anything to scare you away."

Olivia kissed him again. "I don't want to lose you either," she whispered against his lips. "This just feels so… so right. So natural."


A/N: The poem (in Italics) is by e.e. cummings, and is known by the first line "somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond" and can be found on various poetry websites. You'll find I use a lot of poetry in my stories, and I find it's a way that I can combine my passions when it comes to writing, poetry and fanfic (and no I didn't forget to capitalize things in the poem, e.e. cummings is known for not capitalizing anything, including his name). Leave a review, Pretty Woman is almost ready to be updated, stay tuned.