The last two weeks for Olivia has been some of her busiest days. Between working and spending every free moment she had helping her mom finalize details of the gala, she was running ragged. And because Maya Pope doesn't do anything halfway, the levels of stress were also high.

Every detail had to be flawless. From the RSVP guest list, to the venue at the William Vale hotel in Williamsburg; the sponsors, the catering, the band, the talent, the presentation, and of course the overall ambiance that will entice people to open their checkbook at the end of the night. Olivia's been through this process with her mother many times since she was a teen. And yet, time and experience has not made it any easier to deal with her mother when she was in full "children are the future" planning mode. It was inspiring but oh so fucking overwhelming. She couldn't imagine being in Lauren's shoes, who've been managing this event full time for the past three years.

To top it all off, they were also crunching and prepping for Thanksgiving in the Hamptons. The gala was set to take place the Friday before the week of Thanksgiving, and then the following week, she will have two and a half days of work before her and Fitz made the drive straight to her parent's, where they planned on staying for the rest of the week. So to say Olivia was stressed would be an understatement. Her only solace at the end of each day was seeing Fitz, whether it be on facetime before bed or when he calls late asking if he can come over in the middle of the night because he just can't fathom not falling asleep beside her.

They were very much in the same boat.

Fitz has also been busy trying to move along the renovation plans they spoke about for the gym. His goals were to have blueprints drawn, find a team that could get the job done, settle on a concrete budget, establish a reasonable time frame and finalize all the details by end of year in order to hit the ground running with the renovation come the new year. He was quickly learning that expanding a business wasn't for the faint of hearts but he was really enjoying it and broadening his business management skills.

So overall, quality time spent together was very sparse lately. But Olivia was understanding… only because she knew that the stress was temporary and by the end of the week, she had serious plans for herself and Fitz.

And speaking of plans, it was Wednesday after work and she was running late to dinner with the girls. As the gala drew closer, she thought it would be a good idea to fit some quality time for last minute shopping in the middle of the week. Of course, everyone made themselves available because they welcomed any chance to spoil themselves and catch up. Olivia had already found the perfect dress for the gala. It was a lot like love at first sight for her. It was gorgeous and fit her like a glove. But she was missing the perfect shoes to go with them.

She was the last to arrive at Mastro's, where they had reservations for 4:00 PM. As she was checking in with the hostess, she saw Abby animatedly waving at her.

"I think I see my friends." She told the hostess.

"Of course. Right this way, miss." The hostess guided her to her table and left her with a menu.

"Nice of you to show up, heifer." Abby teased. "Here, this is yours. Figure you'd want wine."

"Why can't you always be this nice without giving me shit?" Olivia took the wine and sampled a healthy sip. Best friend after her own heart. She put the glass down and made the rounds, hugging her besties and finding her seat at the end of the booth next to Quin, who she hugged last and extra long.

"You look great lady!" Cece complimented. "You've still got that glow."

At that, Abby gasped and her eyes widened. "Did you already throw your vagina at Fitzgerald?!"

Olivia rolled her eyes. This again. "There's such a thing as timing, you know Abigail?" She answered full of sass. "And I've been too busy to even see him since the last time you asked for an update on my vagina and its doings."

"Wack!" Abby responded dismissively.

Both Cece and Quinn burst into laughter. It was really comedic to watch the two long time best friends interact. And they're learning to appreciate Abby's lack of chill and filter.

"What's wack is that you won't invite Stephen to the gala as your date." Olivia replied.

"I have my reasons, thank you very much." Abby mumbled.

"Why not? What are the reasons?" Cece inquired. "You guys have been going out a while now, right?"

Abby took a sip of her dry martini and winced. This wasn't something she necessarily wanted to talk about. She didn't like being on blast like that. She was already feeling slightly uncomfortable. But these are her girls and if there was a time for some deep thinking and reflection on her part, she was open to it.

"Correction, we've been fucking for five incredible months and that's exactly how I like it." Abby said honestly. "Why complicate things?"

"It's a gala…not walking down the aisle." Quinn interjected.

Three pairs of eyes were now focused on her. She was usually the more quiet one in the group. She tended to tread lightly as she was still trying to figure out how to fit in this group of elite ladies. But she was also coming to learn that they were genuine women who respected and valued each other's opinions and friendship. And they welcomed her with open arms into their circle. So when she smells bullshit, maybe it was okay to call out on it?

"I'm just saying, I've seen you two together. You light up when you're around him."

Olivia raised her eyebrows and squeezed Quinn's hand under the table; letting her know she was on her side and agreed with her astute observation.

"Why the hesitance to date him seriously, Abs?" Cece asked. "Five months of this and I can't imagine he hasn't asked where things are headed."

They were briefly interrupted by their waitress who came to get their order. Olivia decided on two orders of crab cakes and the deluxe charcuterie board to share and a refill on her wine. Since it was happy hour, they decided to go wild and also order the seafood tower along with some delicious family style sides they can all sample.

As soon as the waitress left, Abby resumed the conversation. "So it's not that I don't like him. Or that being exclusive hasn't come up. I'm just not ready nor am I looking for that type of commitment. I don't want the feelings and complication that comes with it."

Olivia knew Abby better than anyone at the table. Ever since Abby's dad died, she's never been able to commit long term to anyone. Not in highschool, not throughout college and certainly not now. Her relationship with men was very complicated. As her best friend, she knew that. And she wasn't about to be the one to make her feel bad about that. But it surprised the hell out of her when Cece responded.

"I can respect not being ready." The british brunette said. "But I can tell that you're not being truthful. It's not about readiness for you Abby. It sounds more to me like you're not interested at all because you know you might get hurt? And that's terrifying to you. Which I also get. But here's some truth for you: You like him. He likes you. At some point, just screwing around won't be enough for him. And you can't possibly know what kind of commitment you can have with each other if you aren't willing to take a leap or at least try."

Abby felt flush. Like she definitely needed a minute or some fresh air. She hated being psychoanalyzed. That shit didn't work when she was a teen and it definitely won't work now. And even though she was a little scared and embarrassed at being read so easily, she wasn't the type to shy away from standing up for herself. Especially when she felt exposed and attacked.

"I appreciate your observation Cece, but I think I'm a grown ass woman who knows herself pretty well." She drowned the rest of her dry martini and stood up from the table. "Excuse me."

Olivia threw her head back and sighed. Desperately, she reached for Abby's hand to stop her. "Abby, come on. Please."

Abby frowned and looked at her arm then back at Olivia. "Hey, don't do that. I'm okay, for real." She reassured, even throwing a smile at everyone. It didn't reach her eyes. "I just need some air. It's hot as fuck in here." With that, she wiggled out of Olivia's grasp and proceeded to walk away, running her fingers through her fiery red hair.

It was quiet at the table for a bit after the redhead's hasty exit.

"Was I completely out of line? Did I just offend her somehow?" Cece asked.

Olivia sighed again; reaching across the table to squeeze Cece's hand. She could see it all over the brunette's face that she felt horrible. "No. She's fine. It's just-"

Quinn, Cece, and Olivia all took a breath simultaneously as they concluded. "Complicated."

"Yeah." Olivia grimaced. "I'm gonna go check on her. Could you do me a huge favor and order her another dry martini?"

"Of course." Quinn replied.

"Thanks." Olivia said before walking away to go find Abby.

She found the redhead on the side of the building, shivering from the cold and pretending to smoke. And so as best friends do, she joined the redhead in passing a fake cigarette, or blunt between the two of them.

"Hi, Stretch." She smiled.

"Sup, short stuff?" Abby replied.

"That was intense shit back there." Olivia acknowledged. "You're good?"

"Yup." Abby said dryly, biting her lips and barely making eye contact.

"Abs, it's me. Come on?" Olivia grabbed the redhead's chin and tilted her head up. "We don't bullshit each other."

"I like that girl." Abby chuckled humorlessly. "If it was anyone else, I'd fuck them up but she's family, right?"

Olivia nodded. "Is she right?"

"Fuck, maybe? I don't know." She bounced her leg and looked around aimlessly. "Do you think I'm holding Stephen back?"

"I don't know." Olivia replied. "What do you think?"

She didn't answer for a while. She moved on to biting her nails. A tick and bad habit of hers. But she was contemplating; forming her response and Olivia had all the time in the world for her. They stood for a few minutes, watching New Yorkers zoom by and clouds of smoke leave their lips as they talk. Everyone looked so out together. She wondered if they had stupid issues like she did.

She took a breath and screamed internally. Facing Olivia again, she begin:

"I think things are fucking amazing with him. And I don't want to change that in any way?" The redhead responded truthfully; sadness evident in her voice. "We have a mutual understanding about what we're doing. He gets me. My moods, my sense of humor, my personality. And the craziest part is that I get him too. He makes me laugh like nobody I've ever met before but he's not even freaking funny, you know? So far, he hasn't tried to fix me, rescue me or change me. How ridiculous is that? So of course he wants more. And Cece is so damn right. How long until the sex isn't enough? I know he wants more." She questioned aloud. Olivia didn't interrupt. Clearly this has been building up for her and she just needed to let it all out. "Logically, a sane person would want more too, right? A guy like him in New York comes along every what? Century? Like I should be parading him to my poor mom and flying to Scotland and Ireland to meet his family, right? But no. Instead, I use him as a fucking booty call and he comes running, day or night. And why? For what? What the hell is wrong with him that he would let me do this to him?!" Abby could feel the tears coming and damn it, they made her want to scream and break things. What was happening to her right now?

"You should see the way he looks at me, Liv." Her voice cracked. "Sometimes with just one look, I swear it feels like he's travelled into the depths of my soul and he can see just how broken I am. But he doesn't care; because in that same look, he makes me feel like I can be still with him. Like I'm not broken. But I am and I'm fucking terrified that if I let him in, he could destroy me, Liv. Or worse. I could make the only man I've ever truly liked, hate me for the rest of his life. I can't give him my heart, Olivia. I CAN'T." She felt like her heart was twisting in a knot. She began to hyperventilate and rub her chest as she struggled to get air to enter her lungs.

Realizing what was happening to her best friend, because they've been down that road together before; Olivia quickly grabbed Abby's face and connected their forehead together. "Hey, hey. I'm right here with you. Listen to the sound of my voice." She said calmly. But that wasn't helping. Abby was shaking like a brittled leaf and clenching at Olivia's shirt, heaving for air.

"Abby… look at me babe." Olivia demanded. And when she did, Olivia mimicked a couple deep breaths for her. "In for one. Come on, breathe and count with me." Abby nodded, doing her best to follow Olivia's instruction but her body was fighting her through every breath and she coughed dryly.

"It's okay, you're okay. In for three. You're doing great. Keep expanding your lungs. IN and OUT." Olivia coached as she ran her hand up and down the redhead's back. Soothing her. "Focus, tell me what you can hear in the distance?"

Abby closed her eyes and continued to take long deep breaths. Shutting her other senses and focusing on just one. "Subway, birds, traffic, bikers, people laughing, the American economy system crashing…"

Olivia laughed. This is good. She was joking which meant she was calming down and slowly coming back to herself. "You're not wrong about that. Trump is in office. We're totally fucked."

"So fucked." Abby agreed.

Olivia kissed her forehead. "Alright, open your eyes, look around and tell me what you see?"

Abby slowly opened her eyes and looked into Olivia's eyes then up and around her surroundings. "Some guy behind us, jerking off? I think." Abby breathed and squinted. It was already dark so it was harder to confirm. "Oh my God! He IS fucking jerking off."

Olivia's eyes widened to saucers. "Are you being serious? I'm too appalled and afraid to look."

"Hey, you fucking creep!" Abby bellowed, "Bugger off before I call the cops, you sick piece of shit!"

"Call them! Call the popo hoe! I don't care." The man hollered back. "And while we wait, you can suck my nuts your stupid dykeeeeee!"

"Oh my God! We need to go back inside." Abby burst out in laughter. She grabbed Olivia's shoulder and turned her around, following right behind her. They went straight inside the restaurant and ducked to the bathroom.

"Did that really just happen?" Olivia asked in disbelief.

Abby grabbed some paper towels and wet it under the faucet. She dabbed away at her running mascara and chuckled. "Yup. Only in New York City can a man whip his dick out, call you a dyke and tell you to call the cops. That was wild."

She finished fixing her face, washed her hands and dumped her paper towel in the trash. Olivia did the same too.

"Abs, that was really scary." Olivia said, referring to her panic attack. "I thought those went away in high school?"

"Yeah. I don't know. Guess I really freaked myself out." Abby replied nervously. "Sorry you had to see that."

"Are you kidding? Don't apologize." Olivia pulled her into a hug; holding her extra tight. "I'm glad you're okay. I don't know what I would do without you."

"You'd probably grow a mustache, stop shaving your legs and start wearing shirts with stripes." Abby shrugged.

"Ugh, that sounds horrible." Olivia cringed.

They both laughed heartily before things got serious again.

"Promise me we'll continue to talk about this later?" Olivia asked.

"Ehhhh… honestly, I think I'm fine? It was probably a one ti-"

Olivia cut her off with a look. The one she gave when she was being fed a ton of bullshit and she shook her head, letting Abby know this wasn't up for battle. They will discuss this further for her own sanity.

"Abigail Sunshine Whelan! You promise me right now." Olivia said sternly.

"You look like a Kakamora." Abby snorted. "It's cute."

Olivia blinked; totally taking bait. "Kaka what now?"

"From Moana?" Abby clarified. "Those mean coconuts from that scene before Moana and Maui goes to see the shiny crab?" She was met by a puzzled look and Abby shook her head as she watched the many expressions of confusion on Olivia's face. "What, no...seriously? For shame, Olivia Pope, for shame! That shiny crab is legendary. You should see that shit. Complete mind fuck."

Olivia crossed her arms in front of her, tapping her foot.

"Oh fuck it. Fine. But only if you promise to throw your vagina at Fitz this weekend."

Olivia's composure broke and she let out a snort. "Is he paying you for this? You're like an advocate for his penis."

"Hi, allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm Abby Whelan, have we met?" Abby extended her hand dramatically to shake Olivia's. "I'm an advocate of hot people getting nekkid together and doing things that would make a prostitute blush. In this case, it's you and Fitz. You vagina will thank you. You will thank me. Fitz will thank me if you do to him the things I KNOW you're capable of doing. All I ask for in return, is a picture fresh off the mountain of euphoria and godmother status if you end up seleventeen months pregnant."

"I can't deal with you." Olivia laughed. "We should go back to the table. It's been like ten minutes."

"Yeah. Our food probably came already."

When they returned to the table, Cece was immediately apologetic. And Abby was quick to appease her by giving her a tight side hug.

"We're good." Abby smiled at Cece. "You're a good friend. And you keep it real. I appreciate that about you. Thanks for telling me what I needed to hear even though it was hard to listen to."

Quinn smiled as she handed Abby another martini. This friend group continued to impress her. They were much different from the types she used to have back home; when she used to live a different life.

The rest of dinner was smooth sailing. They ate as much as they drank and laughed as much as they smiled. As soon as they settled the check, they were on their way out because they still had to hit up the town for some last minute shopping.

Elsewhere, somewhere, still on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, Fitz too, was having himself an expensive and luxurious experience. He was at Tom Ford on Madison Avenue, getting fitted for a tux. Days after Olivia extended her invite for the gala, she insisted on making him an appointment for a proper fit rather than going to an outlet mall or renting a tux. He agreed without putting up a fight. He figured if he was going to accompany her as a date to an event that was very important to her and her family, he was damn straight gonna look his best.

And he had to admit, this shit was pretty sweet. He felt like John Wick - minus the menacing looks, all the guns and the violence. This was his second visit in two weeks. He loved working with his tailor, Gustaf. He was an experienced and detailed professional who has a sharp eye for clothing and they shared a common taste for scotch and impeccable style. During his first visit, he was able to take the time to figure out what cuts, colors and style of tux would best suit him. This visit was more about slight adjustments. In less than an hour, they wrapped up and Fitz walked out of Tom Ford having spent a shiny penny. He had an express ticket to come pick up his new purchase Friday morning before the gala.

Now on his way home, he decided to give Olivia a call. He knew she had plans tonight with the girls but he wanted to know if it was okay to stop by and see her tonight. He's missed her these last few days they haven't been together.

She answered almost immediately.

"Hi bebe. What's up, where are you?"

"Not much. Just left monsieur Ford's manhattan establishment." He replied.

Olivia gasped. "Yay, oh my gosh. Did you get a tux?"

Fitz nodded. "Yes ma'am." He grinned.

"Please tell me you took pictures. I want a sneak peak." She begged.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Fitz wiggled his eyebrows.

"I sincerely hope he's talking about what I think he's talking about." Abby chimed loudly.

"Hey pervert, mind your own business!" Olivia chided, moving a few feet away for some more privacy.

Fitz laughed. He really did like Abby. Her personality was a lot but in a fun way.

"Tell her I said hello."

"Sure. And hey, are you still on Madison?"

"A block down, yeah." Fitz replied. "What's up?"

"I'm on Fifth? Girls and I already ate but would you maybe wanna stick around and find a place to eat, then I'll meet you there for a drink after the girls and I wrap up?"

Fitz's face stretched into a smile. "I love that idea, mama!" He replied. "I'll share my location once I settle someplace."

"Okay, see you soon babe." Olivia blew him a kiss then hung up.

As soon as Olivia hung up, she did a little happy dance in the middle of Valentino. "Gonna get to see my baby tonight!" She announced.

"You get this excited about seeing him and you're not even sleeping with him yet?" Abby gawked. "I don't even wanna hang out with you when you start."

"I love it, I think it's cute." Cece said. "Thought on these?" She asked, showing off her legs in a pair of rockstud patent leather pumps.

"Illegal, criminal. Your legs look way too sexy in those." Olivia replied.

"Harry is going to go mad if I bring another pair of shoes in that apartment." Cece laughed.

"DO IT!" All three ladies said simultaneously.

After spending a month's rent in New York at Valentino, the ladies parted. Olivia had received Fitz's location while they were paying and she was excited to go see his handsome face. She couldn't think of a better way to end her wonderful evening.

Abby and Quinn were gonna take the subway home but CeCe and Olivia decided to share a cab since they were going somewhat in the same direction. The cab dropped Olivia off first at Scarpetta's, an upscale Italian locale in the heart of the UES of Manhattan. She gave her soon to be cousin in law a kiss to the cheek and promised to check in later in the night. As Olivia walked at the entrance of Scarpetta, she was blown away by the setting. Everything looked, smelled and felt expensive. But that was to be expected, after all, this is the UES.

For a Wednesday evening, it was quite lively. She was surprised Fitz was able to get a table without a reservation.

She walked towards the hostess desk and told the guy that she was here to meet someone. She watched as the guy took in her appearance with a look of mixed emotions. Full on judging and Olivia waited patiently, letting him do his mental check, because why not, here she is, a black woman in the UES, meeting someone at one of the most prestigious restaurants in town. Scandalous. She fought the urge to roll her eyes and promote the stereotypes but alas, she decided to raise the Valentino bag to his eyesight for a better view. Then his attitude changed very quickly and where bias and curiosity once was, a smile took place. Surely if she can afford Valentino, she can definitely come here.

Olivia was determined not to let the moment ruin her night but she definitely planned to call in a complaint the next day. But for now, she let herself be directed further into the establishment until she spotted Fitz. He'd gotten a romantic table at the center of the floor and he looked so cute and focused while he browsed at the menu.

The moment he noticed her melted Olivia's heart and made her feel so happy. The way his face lit up as this boyish grin spread across his face was her absolute favorite thing and it weakened her at the knees. He stood up to welcome her as she approached closer. And then she was in his space, being pulled into the best hug and she forgot how to breathe for a bit.

"I'm so glad you made it." Fitz rubbed her back and then gave her the sweetest peck on the lips.

Olivia smiled. "I missed you too." She replied.

Fitz blushed. His heart was happy and he had no words. He grabbed the bags in Olivia's hands and set them by their feet under the table, then he helped her remove her jacket before pulling her chair out for her.

"Such a gentleman." Olivia gushed.

Fitz chuckled and took his seat across from her. Right on queue, their server returned with a tray in hand.

"Glass of japanese whisky for the gentleman…" The uniformed server said, placing a tumbler of brown liquid along with some napkins in front of Fitz. Then for Olivia, "a steaming cup of decaf chai tea and a slice of chocolate truffle cake for the lady."

Olivia looked up at the server then back at Fitz, stunned and blushing.

"You were right sir. You've got quite the beauty." The waiter said after getting a good look at Olivia."Have you decided on what you'd like to order?"

Fitz nodded and rattled off what he wanted from the menu. He was gonna ask Olivia if she wanted anything more but she looked to be in quite the drift so he asked the waiter to come back again in a little bit.

"Hey babe, are you okay?" He asked, gently grazing her hand which lay on the table. "I'm sorry if I triggered you or something by ordering. But it's cold out and you told me you'd had dinner already and I just thought tea might be a good way to help you warm up while you keep me company. And you love chocolate cake soooo-" He was rambling but only because he was freaking out.

Olivia looked up at him, her doe brown eyes glassy with tears. She sighed. "I love you."

She smiled when she felt him lace their fingers together. And it's like a weight lifted from her chest for having said it and in the aftermath, she felt calm, happy and alive. Because of course she loves him and she didn't want to go another minute without telling him. He's everything she's ever dreamed about and there wasn't a single thing about him she didn't absolutely adore. How thoughtful and caring and kind he was. And how he knew her better than she knows herself sometimes as evidenced by this moment. She loves him. With her whole heart.

"I'm sorry. I'm know it's too soon and you don't have to say it back if you're not there yet-"

She was interrupted by him in the smoothest way. He got out of his seat and stood up. With their fingers still entwined, he urged her to stand with him. And now they were face to face, her body flush against his, with one hand holding hers and his other arm around her waist, he lowered his head and rubbed his nose against her cheek. They both exhaled.

"Don't you ever apologize for how you feel because that would mean it's wrong." He whispered for her ears only. "And nothing about us feels wrong, baby. You're perfect. Everything about you." They were in sync. The way their emotions bled into each other as their heartbeats picked up was pure magic. But everything slowed down and felt right and perfect, exactly as he said, the moment he pressed his soft lips against hers.

This is real. He's real.

Olivia kept having to repeat that to herself as she fell deeper into this man's world. That feeling of safety and love wrapping around her like the greatest embrace. Every nerve in her body awakened and her emotions intensified while his tongue whisked her into a world of unknown beauty. Shivers ran up her spine and her flesh rose with goosebumps.

And just when Olivia thought she couldn't feel happier or fall more in love with Fitz, he proved her wrong yet again. Uttering the sweetest words a woman in love can hear back. "I love you too. I'm in love with you too."

The rest of the night went just as beautifully. Over a delicious steak dinner and rich dessert, the couple filled each other in about their day. Fitz was very curious to see what Olivia bought during her last minute shopping and she promised him a show that he could hardly wait for. And Olivia felt like she was floating on clouds. Everything Fitz did only served to make her giddy. From the way he looked at her while kissing her hands to the way he laughed at her relentless teasings of him. He was perfect and she was in love.

They ended the night together, of course. Him in her bed, holding her safe and tight.

The next morning, Olivia was the first to wake about forty-five minutes before her alarm was set to go off. It had been the best night of sleep she's gotten this week and she actually felt rested.

She was able to tuck herself in that little nook under Fitz's arms and just breathe in his scent while running her fingers up and down his spine and kissing his chest. She wanted him to wake up too but she was also content to just watch him sleep and cuddle and kiss him whenever she fancied.

She could feel him this morning too. It was a first for them. Usually, he's up before her and the evidence is gone by the time she awakes. But this morning was different. That print looked mighty thick and long for a semi and it had her salivating and achy for him.

He woke up humming after a few minutes, as if he was pulled from the best dream to a better reality. Olivia waited for those gorgeous blue eyes to open and she was breathless the moment they did. He had such a peaceful smile and suddenly, Olivia couldn't remember her mornings spent before him.

"Good morning, handsome." She greeted in a soft voice.

He pulled her even closer if that was even possible. Their every limbs entwined. He leaned in and kissed her long and sweet. His soft lips lingered while her hands explored his body - feelings his tight muscles, his wide shoulders and the texture of those silky brown curls gliding between her fingers. And those soft little moans echoing back at them as they lose themselves in the moment.

"I had the best dream." He confessed when they separated.

"Hmmm. Tell me." Olivia smiled.

"The kindest, sexiest, most beautiful woman on the planet told me she loves me. Isn't that crazy?" Fitz recapped with the goofiest grin.

"Oh yeah?" Olivia couldn't help smiling. His happiness was contagious. "And what did you say?"

"Are you crazy? I told her I love her too!" Fitz exclaimed.

His hold on her tightened as he grew serious. "You make me so nervous and happy at the same time."

He was full of confessions this morning.

Olivia raised her eyebrows. "How come?" She asked, stroking his cheek. She could tell that he was getting anxious as he was telling her. His ears were turning red.

"Because I love you so much and I'm terrified of screwing things up." He replied honestly. "I don't wanna lose you."

Olivia sighed. She couldn't promise him that they would never disagree or have days when they got on each other's last nerves. That was unrealistic and bound to happen because that was part of being in a relationship. It's how they will grow individually and together. But one thing she knew for sure is that he's the love of her life. So even when they get angered and annoyed with each other, there will always be love in her heart for him. She will always reach for him at the end of the day. And she will always crave mornings like these with him. Close, intimate, honest. And she only hoped reaffirming that for him helped him understand where she stood when it came to their bond.

"You wanna know what I love about you?" Olivia asked.

Fitz shrugged. "What?"

"You get me, Fitz." Olivia replied, staring into his captivating blue eyes. "Like truly. I think you're one of the few people in my life who knows how to deal with me when I'm hangry or emotional." She chuckled. "I love that you're attentive and notice the smallest changes in me. I love how caring you are. I love that you always leave water on my nightstand because you know I get thirsty in the middle of the night." Saying it made her smile and realize just how lucky she was.

"I love that I never have to wonder where we stand. Or guess how you're feeling. You just tell me. I love that you check in throughout the day, even when you're the busiest, just to let me know you're thinking of me." She stroked his cheek, looking into his eyes fondly and Fitz felt reassured and so loved at seeing everything she was saying mirrored in her kind eyes.

"I love that when I get off from work, if I'm coming straight to your place to sleep over, you have wine or tea ready for me with a change of clothes. But after you welcome me with a hug and the sweetest kiss, you won't talk to me for a whole hour, because you understand that I need time to decompress and I prefer to be silent with my thoughts. These are all things you learned about me without me telling you, babe. Even before we were together. Some people never learn these things about each other. Do you know how fucking perfect that makes you in my book? I've never had that with anyone."

That boyish grin was back and it was melting her heart all over again.

"But we won't always understand each other. But it won't mean we're screwing up when that happens. It'll give us the opportunity to better our communication. There is so much more we're gonna have to learn about one another. We will absolutely have those upsetting moments too. And I for one can't wait for them to happen." She continued. Fitz raised his eyebrows. Olivia chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Not because I want us to fight, silly. But because I'm realistic and don't expect you to be perfect in the literal meaning of the word. I want us to be able to have disagreements because they can be positive. Differences in opinion can be so eye opening. And learning to compromise will be something we'll become so proficient at. That all sounds so sexy to me. I truly can't wait. Because it will mean that we're building towards something real and we care enough to be having those difficult conversations."

Fitz listened intently and Olivia saw the moment understanding washed over him and his body softened. He kissed her hand and leaned into her palm.

"No matter how upset we may get with each other, I promise you, I will always reach for you in the middle of the night. You will always be my favorite person to do life with. And I will always… always love you."

Damn!

If Fitz didn't think it was too soon, he'd propose right then.

But instead, he settled for the next best thing. Pulling her into a breathtaking kiss.

And that's how the rest of the morning went. Deep talks, laughter, cuddles and kisses. They talked about the Gala briefly. It was set to begin Friday night at 8:00 PM at The William Vale Hotel but some guests would be arriving as early as 6:30 to partake in the happy hour, refreshments and photo part of the function. Olivia had a room reserved there since she wouldn't have time to come home after work. The second she got off work, she was gonna go to the salon to get her hair done and then her mom would no doubt be freaking out about one thing or another which she will probably get roped into. She was counting on her friends to make the night fun but she was counting on Fitz the most to be her guy. Fitz's role in all this was to be her handsome prince in a tux at the end of the night; to whisk her in a perfect dance on the dance floor and from there, they'll see where the night takes them.

It was all exciting stuff.

When the alarm went off, Olivia was reluctant to get out of bed, but only because she was in such great company. But as full and exhausting as her day sounded, she couldn't wait to start it. While she showered and got ready for her day, Fitz busied himself making breakfast. It was important to him that she has a healthy breakfast and whenever he slept over, he made sure of it.

By 6:55, Olivia was mostly dressed. She wore high-rise dark jeans, a red blouse for the perfect pop of color and a fitted double breasted black blazer. She was still deciding on shoes. Her makeup was fun and youthful today with playful palettes and colors that brought out her big eyes and her hair was laid in a tight low bun with a side part.

"Which shoes for today babe?" She asked, showing Fitz the two options she was contemplating.

It was a hard toss between a pair of Marc Fisher - pointy toe white leather booties and a pair of Louboutin so Kate pumps.

Fitz was already gushing. How she manages to look so effortlessly beautiful was beyond him most days but then, throw in her wonderful sense of fashion and he was done for. This morning was no different. After a little bit of internal debate, he helped her settle on the white booties. He loved how cool she looked in them and that it gave her outfit the perfect finish.

They finally settled for their breakfast of savory oatmeal. It was mostly healthy and packed full of good proteins. Sauteed mushrooms and peppers, over easy eggs, shredded cheddar cheese and bacon bits. A caught the last segment of the weather report while having their preferred morning beverage. They were very domesticated and it was definitely something they could both get used to.

But unfortunately, duty calls and Olivia had to make her exit right at 7:30 in order to catch the 7:45 train on time. Their goodbye was sweet. After last night and the morning, they were riding a new wave of oxytocin.

"Wanna sleep over again tonight?" Olivia mumbled against Fitz's lips as they kissed.

Thursdays are usually his late day but anytime she could have him to herself was precious to her. And she was kind of getting used to starting mornings like this with him. Why not keep the streak going?

"Okay." Fitz replied. "I love you."

Olivia gasped, her heart actually skipped a beat and she was swooning. She would never tire of hearing that. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. One more time?"

Fitz chuckled, pecking her lips repeatedly. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"

Olivia was giggling nonstop. She didn't think it was possible to be this happy.

"Do you hear me now?" Fitz poked her ribs, causing Olivia to squeal. "I love you soooo much."

Olivia smiled. "I love you too, baby."

They separated and Fitz grabbed Olivia's jacket for her. He helped her get it on, then handed her bag to her. He walked her to the elevator and waved to her as she got on.

As soon as the elevator closed, Fitz didn't know what came over him but he broke into the silliest, happy dance in the hallway. He didn't even care that Olivia's nosey neighbor was snickering at him through the crack of her door.

Friday came fairly quickly and Olivia was excited! She woke up in her little nook under Fitz's arms and it was already the perfect start to an amazing day. She couldn't wait to finish her day of teaching and then celebrate a good cause with her friends and family.

"I can't wait for tonight." She whispered between lazy, morning kisses. "You're gonna look so handsome, I just know it. I might faint."

Fitz chuckled. "I'll catch you."

The alarm rang and it was hustle time. While Olivia showered, Fitz put together a quick breakfast of avocado toast and fruit salad. He served it to Olivia with her steaming cup of english tea while she sat to get her makeup done. He was able to sip on his coffee and watch her get ready for her day. The perfect picture of domestic bliss. It was such a luxury for Fitz and something he quite enjoyed. And there was no denying her killer body while she jumped into her jeans.

They had a little bit of time before she had to leave and they made the best of it. They had breakfast in bed together. Sitting in the middle of her bed with her head against his chest, Olivia finished her tea and hummed as she ate every bite of her toast. She wriggled her toes in her FRY DAY socks which made Fitz chuckle. Of course she has silly socks like that.

He kissed her temple. She looked at him with her big brown eyes and smiled, effectively melting his heart.

"Thanks babe."

By the time 7:30 rolled around. They were both out the door. He gave Olivia a ride to work and it was nice to have extra time together. They jammed to the songs on the radio while they weaved through traffic in manhattan. Overall a fantastic morning.

When Fitz got to work, he was still in an upbeat mood. He placed a call to the local florist for some flower delivery before his 10:30 client arrived to train.

Around noon, he went to pick up his tuxedo.

The rest of Olivia's day was pretty routined. She had to tell her students that she would be leaving them a tad earlier today to make her appointment before a special event. She got a few cute little pouts and some whining. But she assured them they would be in great hands with Ms. McAdams who is their extra classroom teacher. Naturally, the students were curious about her special event and she indulged them during circle time. She explained it to them in simple words and after hearing about what the event entailed, they riot. They wanted to have a classroom gala and Olivia quite liked the idea. She made them draw what they want their gala to look like and what the theme should be. Maybe it was something she could pull off for her class and even have parents come too. Certainly a good way to raise funds for field trips for the end of the year.

At eleven during circle time, she received two dozen of the prettiest and freshest bouquets of flowers. Her face did not stop smiling for the rest of the day.

At one-thirty on the dot, Olivia said goodbye to her students and gave Ms. McAdams a dozen of her flowers. They got along well and Chelsea gave her a knowing wink before wishing her a great weekend. They would catch up about everything on Monday.

Olivia made her hair appointment in Queens at 2:00. Her stylist was running a little late and she tried really hard not to panic. She did not have time to run behind schedule today. She checked in with her mom and surprisingly, Maya was not freaking out. In fact, she was taking advantage of being in the city and having tea time with her dad. Everything was going well and on track at the hotel. Management was also being very helpful and accomodating with minor hiccups. Next, she Facetimed with Abby to make sure she still had time to swing by her apartment to pick up her dress and shoes for the night.

Her stylist started on her hair at 2:30 PM. The process was long and gave her anxiety because she was on the clock but an hour and a half later, they wrapped up and she was in love with the results. From the salon, it was a race to get to Brooklyn during rush hour. Her mom was already blowing up her phone.

By the time she arrived in Williamsburg and checked into her room, it was already 5. She had roughly an hour and a half to get ready if she was going to make it for happy hour. She texted the girls her room number and hopped in the shower. She was efficient with her shower and by the time she finished her makeup, Abby and Quinn showed up with champagne and her outfit for the night.

As they helped her get dressed and add finishing touches to her look, they gossiped and sipped on bubbly.

"Have you seen Fitz yet? Saw him briefly on our way up. He looks deadly. You'd better go downstairs before some heifer snatches him." Abby said.

"He's here already?" Olivia questioned. She looked at her phone and saw that she had a text from Fitz ten minutes ago saying he arrived and was in the Foyer where happy hour was being hosted. Also, he needed rescuing. That made her smile. He could be adorably awkward sometimes.

"Yup! You're in for a treat." Quinn said.

"Did either of you sneak a picture of him for me?" Olivia asked. Her excitement was multiplied. She truly could not wait to see him.

"Nope."

"You're both dead to me then." Olivia rolled her eyes.

Abby and Quinn both burst into laughter.

"One of you is gonna pass the fuck out when you see each other and I will be right there with my camera to record it." Abby teased.

Olivia shook her head. Abby was too much. She sprayed her signature perfume on herself and she was ready to roll after checking herself in the mirror one last time. Any more perfect and she'll actually ruin herself.

They heard another knock on the door. Quinn opened the door to reveal Cece.

Cece gasped.

They looked amazing.

Abby looked like a princess in a black, metallic strapless ball gown by Oscar De la Renta. It had side pockets and splashes of sequined glitter that fit her personality so well. Her makeup was bold and fun with glittery palettes and bright lipstick. Her red hair was in it's usual shaggy pixie cut, serving out perfect Evan Rachel Wood vibes a la circa 2011. And she stood a few inches taller in a pair of red bottoms.

Quinn looked very riské and fiercely hot in a fitted black suit. She forgoed a shirt underneath her jacket and she was showing some serious cleavage. Her dark hair was shoulder length and worn in beach waves and she managed to pull a sunkissed look with her makeup and some cherry red lipstick.

Cece made a vision in a red gown by Badgley Mischka. It had a 3D bow and a slit. It hugged all her curves and her long legs were on full display in a black pair of rhinestone ankle strap heels. Her long, dark brown hair was in a curly updo with a few tendrils flirting with her neck and face. And her makeup was simple, letting her natural beauty radiate.

"You ladies look fabulous!" She gushed.

"So do you!" Quinn complimented. "You're working that dress."

"Harrison might get you pregnant tonight." Abby chimed.

Cece blushed nervously. He might already have. Her period was two days late but she wasn't going to let the anxiety of it all consume her tonight.

"Somehow I think Liv might take that load. I mean that dress! You're stunning and sinful, woman! I'm completely jealous."

Olivia blushed and did a little twirl for them at Abby's request.

"Praise the booty goddesses, that ass looks on point!" Abby nodded.

They finished their champagne and were ready to go. 6:45. Not too bad for a fashionably late entrance.

"Shall we go?" Quinn asked.

Cece took a deep breath. That reminded her why she raced up here. There was a slight hiccup happening.

"About that…" She drawled dreadfully. "We can't go yet. I was sent by Harry to run interference."

"Why?" Olivia asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes and no?" Cece grimaced.

Impatient and worried, Olivia snapped. "Just tell me Cece."

"It's already being taken care of." Cece stalled further. "It's nothing really. We just have to stay up here until Harry gives the green line."

Abby stepped in. "Okay, so bad news is like getting your vagina waxed, yeah? The quicker you rip..." Nobody was following the analogy but they did stare at her as though she was an alien. "Rip Cece."

"So fine. Don't freak out. Your ex is downstairs…"

Three voices echoed back at her in anger and disbelief. "WHAT?!"

And then a lot of expletives came flying out.

Yikes!

So much for ripping. That was the opposite of not freaking out.

25 minutes before at happy hour

Fitz got out of his cab in front of the hotel. He looked like a million bucks and walked with the confidence of a model. There wasn't a wrinkle or a hair out of place. He carried himself like the alpha male he was. With swagger and sophistication. His tuxedo fit him like a prince and he was ready to see his Livvie.

He waited in the fast moving line with the rest of the guests. Due to the high profile guests on the list, security was tight at the door and NYPD presence was heavy on 12th street as they helped to navigate traffic and keep people in check.

While he waited, he was spotted by Harrison and Cece who had just arrived. They made quite the picture together and Fitz was happy to see them tonight.

He hugged Harrison who looked very sharp as well in a Ralph Lauren tuxedo. And he kissed Cece's cheek in greeting and complimented her look.

They checked in and were directed by hotel staff to the Foyer where happy hour was being held. It was beautiful. They were separated by two floors. On the main floor, upbeat music played, catering staff went around passing hors d'oeuvres and champagne but there was also an open bar with staff mixing cocktails. And on the top floor, local news and pre-approved New York paparazzis were taking pictures and publicizing the event.

Fitz spotted his in-laws who waved them over. They took turns beaming at the camera and posing for a few shots.

They walked together around the vestibule and down the steps to the main floor.

"I'm glad to see all my babies tonight." Maya squeezed Harrison's cheeks and then kissed Cece. The two gushed over each together for a bit. Fitz embraced Dominic, taking a sip of the scotch he was offered.

"You look very sharp, son. Great tux." Dominic pat Fitz on the shoulder.

Fitz smiled. "Speak for yourself sir." He teased. "You have no right looking this fine."

And he did. Dominic Pope ages like wine and wears a tux like a king. There was no doubt about that.

"He's right, uncle Dom!" Harrison chimed.

Dominic grinned and basked in the praises. Maya rolled her eyes.

"He doesn't need a bigger ego! Don't encourage him."

Fitz laughed, moving on to greet his mother in-law properly.

"You look absolutely stunning, yourself." Fitz told her.

And she did. Maya was the picture of grace and beauty in a strapless, navy blue gown with a beautiful drape by Alexander McQueen. Her long hair flowed down her shoulders in perfect Hollywood curls with a heirloom brooch at the side.

"Thank you sweetheart." Maya made a fuss of him as mothers do and Fitz let her. She fixed his "crooked" bowtie and dusted invisible lint on his shoulders. Then, she stepped back a little as she usually does to take a good look at him. She was pleased with what she saw. "Very charming. My daughter is lucky." She concluded.

And that was the highest of compliments in Maya Pope's book.

Eventually, more guests arrived and as the hosts, Maya and Dominic had to continue mingling.

"What can I get you, beautiful?" Harrison asked Cece.

Cece hesitated, her hands getting clammy. "I'll do a cosmo."

Harrison got interrupted by someone from the DA's office who recognized him. Him and Cece both got pulled into conversation. Fitz signaled for them to keep mingling and that he would get their drinks.

Fitz went to the bar and ordered two whiskeys and a cosmo. Some cute blonde briefly flirted with him as he waited and he let her down easy. He sent Olivia a text letting her know he was here and needed rescuing. He returned to give Harrison and Cece their drink.

Fitz tried to mingle solo for a bit. He was not used to this much attention. All the elite of NY were here tonight. Everyone seemed to know everyone in some capacity. Truly the top one percent all in one room. CEOs and executives, businessmen, editors from the New York Times, people from the mayor's and DA's office, commissioner of the NYPD, whom he met and got a severe grilling from because he's Dominic's brother, Olivia's godfather. Fitz had never sweat more in his life than in that moment. They would be doing a longer version of this over thanksgiving.

After a little while, he dispersed and found himself a corner to breathe and drink alone for a bit. He was soon joined by a handsome fellow. So much for alone time.

"Hey man."

Fitz didn't think much of it. "Hey." He said back without looking.

"Cheers."

When he looked, Fitz blinked. His eyes almost bugged out. Standing next to him was none other than...

"You're Keanu Reeves!" He tried to keep calm but he was freaking out as he clicked his glass with his can of beer.

"Yeah!" Keanu smiled, looking dapper in his all black suit. He took a sip of his beer. "How's it going, buddy? What's your name?"

"I'm Fitzgerald Grant. Nice to meet you dude. Love your movies. And your music."

They shook hands.

"Thanks Grant! That means a lot." He leaned against the wall again. "Mind if I hang out? I need to hide from some of these people for a bit."

"I hear that. What brought you here?"

"I love this foundation man. Maya Pope is such a caring soul. Beautiful woman too. What about you? What do you do, man?"

Fitz was proud to hear of such high praises about his mother in law. And he agreed with every word.

For about fifteen of the coolest minutes of his life, Fitz continued to chat with Keanu Reeves like they were best pals. And the dude was so freaking cool. A teddy bear. Fitz told him how he was associated with the event. And he told Fitz that he was a fan and loved Maya's work with children all over the world. He said he's been meaning to come for the past five years but his other projects haven't always made his schedule easy to come. They chatted about dogs, sports, making of The Matrix, motorcycles and vintage cars. Fitz told him about his gym and Keanu promised to show up for a visit. They extended business cards and personal numbers. Keanu had a flip phone which threw Fitz in a fit of laughter. They made plans to go riding together and grab some beers, which blew Fitz's mind. Coolest fucking dude ever. And so humbled.

Eventually, Keanu was recognized by other people and had to make his rounds. Fitz stood in his corner still in disbelief for a few. Then he shook his head and maneuvered the crowd to go for a second drink, only to lock eyes with Edison Davis entering the Foyer.

He could feel himself getting heated. He texted Harrison.

We've got a problem.

Harrison found him seconds later.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"How did that prick get in here?" Fitz asked, nodding his head towards where Edison stood. He was shaking hands with somebody, acting all charming but the whole time, he knew Fitz was watching and he was alert.

Harrison turned to see who Fitz was pointing at and his blood boiled instantly.

"Son of a bitch."

"He needs to leave." Fitz said.

"I agree."

"We can't make a scene." Fitz knew he would kick Edison's ass all the way down the streets of Williamsburg f necessary. But he preferred to keep things classy out of respect for everyone here tonight.

"We'll play this cool." Harrison nodded.

And so the bay boys ride again.

Harrison found Cece and whispered something in her ear. Her eyes widened before she took off in the direction of the elevators.

After Cece left, Harrison worked the room. He was very good at it. Saying his hellos, posing for pictures, shaking hands until he landed in Edison's little circle with the movers and shakers of New York.

"Harrison Wright!" He exclaimed, as if he was surprised to see him.

"Eddie!" Harrison returned the same energy. When they shook hands, he squeezed extra hard. "Long time no see."

Edison fought hard not to wince and tried to pull his hand out of Harrison's grasp. He introduced Harrison to a few people and Harrison let him play his act to the very end, telling stories with a few embellishments as though they were best buddies. And because Harrison is a classy dude, he adlibbed and faked the best laughs until the spectators dispersed.

And now that they were alone, Harrison turned to him, leaning into his ear, he said coldly. "You need to leave. Quietly."

Edison pulled back and smirked. "Or what, young boy?"

"Or I will make you." A chilling baritone came from behind.

Shocked, Edison looked over his shoulders and he met Fitz's icy blue eyes. He had flashbacks of that knock out punch back in the Hampton and if he wasn't a man, he would've pissed himself right then.

Edison chuckled nervously, humorlessly. "The Olivia Pope chavalry." He said. "What is this gentleman? A shakedown?"

"You call it whatever you want." Fitz replied as though he couldn't care less. He shoved his hands inside his pockets and leaned down to Edison's level. "You either leave now and quietly or I will personally throw you out. Your choice."

"Trust me, I don't want trouble. I paid five grand for those fucking tickets and I haven't even had a drink yet. I have every right to be here."

"Thank you for your generosity. The children of Sudan will be very grateful. Now leave." Harrison fumed.

So far he's managed to keep his cool but Fitz could feel himself growing frustrated and running out of patience. The last thing he wanted was for Olivia to come down and have her night ruined by this son of a bitch.

"You have ten seconds. What's it gonna be?"

Edison looked between the two men he was sandwiched by. Two against one hardly seemed fair drunk. But even sober he was a man of calculation and wit. And besides, not the time or the place. He just started to get his shit together after the accident that left him bitter and his relationship with his mother strained. If he had any hopes for his future plans to work, it was best to bow out tonight.

He raised his hands in surrender and nodded. "Very well gentleman."

Fitz looked around and snapped at the security he had on standby. They moved diligently through the crowd. "These gentlemen will escort you out."

As Edison was basically being thrown out, he finally let his agitation show as the elite of New York stared at him. He felt humiliated and this was not something he will soon forget.

He pulled his cell phone out and dialed a number he knew he shouldn't. His hands shook as it rang.

Back in Olivia's suite

"I'm going downstairs." Olivia recovered quickly. "If I have to have the cops drag his ass out in handcuffs, so fucking be it." She began pacing in circles. "My mother and her staff worked very hard for this event. People paid a lot of money to be here tonight. I'm not about to let that asshole ruin the night."

Abby stilled her in her pacing, rubbing her back. "We got you, OP. Whatever you need."

Both Cece and Quinn nodded in agreement with the redhead.

"Let's go."

Olivia grabbed her silver clutch and took a long deep breath. She opened the door and her friends followed after her.

As soon as Olivia arrived at the Foyer, she was searching for Fitz. But instead, she was pulled into greetings and rubbing elbows with New York's elites. Most of them she knew from previous years of doing this. Her parents were quite the popular couple and she was the fruit of their loins. So naturally, she had to chat. People kept complimenting her dress. Some wanted to catch up and she made the plans for drinks, dinner or brunch with a charming smile. A bunch of photos, smiling and sips of champagne later, her mom announced that they will be moving to the Vale room, where dinner would be served and the show will begin.

All that and she didn't even get to take pictures with her squad yet.

"Where's Liv?" Fitz asked Abby as everyone begin to simultaneously file to the next space.

"I lost her in the crowd earlier." The redhead replied. "Did you take care of fuckface?"

Fitz nodded. "Yes. For now but I don't trust him." He was still irritated. "If he had the balls to show up here tonight, I have a feeling he will be back for more. He's a loose end and I don't fucking like it." He could feel himself getting angry all over again.

Abby agreed. And it's a conversation she was glad to be having with Fitz because she's been saying that from the jump. Edison is fucking crazy. And as people who love Olivia, they needed to do whatever it takes. But this was neither the place and time to prolong this conversation.

"We will do whatever we have to do to protect our girl." Abby deadpanned.

Fitz nodded in understanding.

They entered the Vale room and found their table. It was loud as everyone shuffled around to their seat and greeted familiar faces. The band started to play some jazz tunes. And after settling at their table, everyone was accounted for, except Olivia, Fitz grew anxious.

He checked his phone when he felt it vibrate in his pocket.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He read the text with a smile and began to stand up. He had a rendezvous by the bathroom.

He exited the Vale room and went left down a long hallway before he found what was waiting for him.

He nearly stumbled on his feet when he saw her. And he wasn't sure what his face was doing. But he damn sure felt his heart racing. She looked unbelievable. Sensational. He was at a loss for words.

"Livvie?" He whispered as though he was seeing a mirage.

She was unreal. The way her skin was glowing. The way she was smiling at him right now. The way she looked so perfect? His heart couldn't take it.

"Mr. Grant?" Olivia swooned.

Fitz walked closer and pulled her to his chest, hands going to her hips as he leaned his forehead against hers.

"Babyyyy…" He whined; his knees buckling. "You look so beautiful."

Fitz always thought Olivia was the most stunning woman in any room but tonight, words failed him. She looked like she belonged in a painting at the MET. She looked regal and elegant in a white, open back, halter silhouette by Calvin Klein. It flowed all the way down her body and fit her like a glove. She stood about six inches taller in a pair of Valentinos. Her hair looked gorgeous in perfect curls pinned back. And the phrase less is best has never been more accurate. Her makeup was flawless and looked natural. She wore a pair of diamond studs but otherwise very minimal jewelry, for she shone brilliantly and vibrantly all on her own. And she smelled absolutely intoxicating.

"And you look better than I imagined, handsome." Olivia stroked his face and leaned in to kiss his lips.

Finally.

They both sighed contentedly into the kiss. Tasting, lingering - lashes fluttering against each other's cheeks as they just breathed and held each other. So happy to have a minute.

"Is Edi-" Olivia began.

"He's gone." Fitz confirmed.

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. She needed to go over the perimeters of her restraining order and see how she can make it tighter. But that was tomorrow's problem. She had too much good to immerse in tonight.

"Thank you." She replied, looking into Fitz's eyes with sincerity. "I love you. And tonight, when all this is over, and we're alone, I'd like to show you just how much. If you'll let me..." She added shyly.

Fitz felt a shiver run all over his body. He raised his eyebrows to make sure he was interpreting well what he heard. And she nodded, kissing his lips again and he could hear his heart thudding.

Tonight was turning out to be his favorite night of the year!

They returned to the reception and things were in full swing. Dinner was served and the audience were making it through the first course in style - with belly aching laughter from an upcoming comedian. He kept the crowd entertained and constantly laughing which was great and exactly what they hired him for.

Olivia found her seat in between Fitz and Harrison. She leaned over and squeezed Harrison's shoulder lightly. He kissed her cheek and then she began eating.

The rest of the night continued on fabulously. Through the whole five course meal, the music from the band was incredible. And then after dinner, it was time for Maya's presentation.

Olivia had the honor of introducing her. Her mom would kill her for this but she did not have any notes written. She didn't need them. This was the woman who carried her for nine months. She didn't need a script to tell everyone just how amazing she was.

She kissed Fitz before making her way to the center of the room. All eyes were on her and she was welcomed with a thunder of applause.

She cracked a few jokes at her parent's expense and she could see her mother in the audience palming her face while her dad cracked up. Their dynamic was truly beautiful and aspiring.

"But all jokes aside, everyone, please give yourselves a round of applause? We could not have this night without all your support!" Olivia encouraged the audience. They obliged and while it continued, she took the time to thank the staff and the hotel for making the event a success.

"And finally…." She smiled as the spotlight beamed on Maya. "To talk about last year's highlights and accomplishments with this wonderful foundation, I invite now to the stage the woman who led this generous effort, and whose unfaltering dedication to this cause brought us all here tonight. A scholar, philanthropist and all-around humanitarian, a woman I am lucky and proud to call my mentor, my intimate friend, and my mother, Mrs. Maya Lewis-Pope!"

Maya stood to deafening applause and kissed her husband before walking to the center of the room. She hugged Olivia tightly.

"Thank you baby. That was a beautiful introduction. You make your mother so happy." She whispered.

The lights in the room dimmed and the projector for the presentation came on.

"Show them who you are, mama bear!" Olivia whispered back before leaving her mom.

Maya winked. The presentation came on and she took to the mic.

"I'm so glad to see so many friendly faces here tonight." Maya started.

Her presentation was beautiful. The foundation started 15 years ago with a focus on children and education but has since grown to be multidimensional in its scope and reach. Everyone was able to see the slides of unfortunate children all over the world transition to a new light. They could see where all their funds spread to and what great use they were being put to annually. New schools being built in small villages. Children having access to a better education, healthier foods and living situations. Adults and young teens being better informed on hygiene and sex-ed. A shinier beam on women's health. Communities strengthening and thriving with the addition of basic infrastructures.

Most people were in awe. And some were in tears by the end of a tearful video of each village in different parts of the world thanking the foundation, thanking the donors who make all of it possible.

The presentation segued into the live auction. A few art pieces created by three gifted children from Haiti, South Africa and Sudan. And some other specials. The bids were high and the applause greater as each piece or item sold. And more donations were to come.

The end of the night was magical. Olivia danced with her girls and was able to take that group shot with everybody. She couldn't wait to print several copies and frame them.

She had to join her parents in bidding some of the guests goodbye very soon. But before she left to do so, she joined others on the dance floor and indulged in half a dance with Fitz as the band played something with flavor to bring the night to a close.

They swayed. Her arms around his neck, his around her hips, looking at her like she was the most beautiful person in the world. "Will you save me one last dance tonight?" She asked.

Fitz licked his lips. "Anything for you baby." He spun her around and she returned to him. A moth to a flame. "I can't get over how gorgeous you look in this dress."

Olivia smiled. "Why thank you, sir. It's a real honor being in the arms of the most handsome man in this room, tonight."

Fitz placed a subtle kiss against her neck and trailed to her collarbone. He inhaled with a hum. Olivia nearly fainted.

"You flatter me my love. But I'm just a man, in love with an incredible woman. And the honor's been all mine." Fitz whispered, brushing a tumbled curl from her neck. His lips grazed her cheek softly, leaving her panting at his mercy. "You smell amazing."

"Thank you." She blushed with a revelation on her tongue. "Everything I'm wearing tonight, I wore specifically for you. I couldn't wait to see your reaction."

Now it was Fitz's turn to blush. He ran his fingers up and down her naked back and held her closer as she shivered. He looked into her eyes. "Did my reaction live up to your imagination, gorgeous?" He flirted.

"Exceeded." Olivia replied. She brushed her fingers along his ear, caressing his jaw, as they continued their staring contest. "And I have a secret…"

"What's that?" Fitz smirked curiously.

Olivia wet her lips and leaned into his ear. "I'm not wearing anything under."

She pulled away to see his reaction and it was exactly what she hoped for. She tried to hide her satisfied grin but it was damn hard.

"Your secret paints an unforgettable picture. Are you trying to seduce Ms. Pope?" His voice was extra deep and smooth. And Olivia could feel the effect she was already having on him.

She moaned. "Well it all depends, . Are you tempted?"

They stilled.

"Very."

"In that case, I absolutely am. Are you okay with that?"

People started to file out.

"Baby."

Their lips were a whisper apart. And she could see the emotions written all over his face. A war wagering every second. Love and lust marred into one. And then of course there was that look of pure adoration and admiration. Such a turn on. In that moment, Olivia realized how much power she willed; being so confident in her desires for this one man.

His lips chased hers but she refused him. Tempting him even more with what he couldn't have right this moment.

She continued, for his ear only. "In less than an hour, I will be in room 1512, staring at an incredible view in one of the most magical cities in the world, and I will be wishing for my perfect man. I hope you appear and make me believe in magic."

Olivia left him standing on the dance floor, stunned speechless.

She walked to Abby at their table, hips swaying. Fitz looked after her, pinching himself.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the screen.

Clock starts now, my love.

Fitz hung his head back and shook his head, an idiotic smile playing on his lips. He adjusted his slacks and tucked the phone back in his pocket. Very well played on her part. And fuck him if he wasn't completely at her mercy already.

Room 1512. He repeated it like a mantra.

"Walk and talk." Olivia looped her arms through Abby's and they blended in the sea of people exiting at once.

"What's up?" Abby asked.

They stopped by the ladies room.

She made sure the bathroom was clear before speaking discreetly. "It's gonna happen tonight." Olivia announced.

Abby raised her eyebrows, very out of the loop. "What exactly?" She questioned sarcastically "The assassination of Putin and Trump? Chickens flying? Alien invasion?"

Olivia rolled her eyes and decided to be just as childish. She made a circle with one hand-

"Oh?" Abby jumped joyously. "Oh shit! Sweet baby Jesus! The day has arrived. God! Yesss!" Abby didn't know what to do with her hands. She threw her fists in the air then began clapping in excitement.

Olivia rolled her eyes again at the dramatics. Abby can be quite embarrassing sometimes and this moment was no different. But there's nobody else on earth she'd like to talk to about this.

"Will you stop it? I'm nervous as hell." She confessed.

She might've seemed like a pro seducing Fitz but her stomach was doing somersaults. This was more than heavy makeout. She was gonna let that man see her naked and they were gonna attempt one of the most sacred acts two human beings can share together.

"What if it all sucks? I saw his print the other day. I know it's not small. So that's a minor relief. But what if he doesn't know what the hell to do with it? Or what if it's so big, we can't fit and he splits me in half? Neither of those things sound pleasant. What if we just can't make it work and we-"

She was spiraling and Abby was looking at her like an alien. What a fail.

This would change everything. And she hated to think that the sex could suck but unfortunately, it was a possible reality? There was no question that Fitz was the real deal for her. But could she be the type of woman satisfied with everything in their relationship, except the physical? Would that be enough? It wasn't everything but it was certainly an important layer. Goddamn it.

Her eyes widened. And she chastised herself. This was Fitz. He kisses her like the world will end. If kissing him often leaves her unable to breathe or think properly, being with him fully could be her damnation. It could be fucking amazing and she would be ruined for life by that man. How would she survive?

Damn, she was nervous!

Seeing all the wheels in her best friend's head spinning, Abby reached over and pinched her arm. Olivia yelped, rubbing the spot intensely.

"Ouch. Why'd you do that?" She pouted.

"Cause you're talking crazy." Abby shrugged. "Seemed like the right thing to do."

"Thanks. But also, I hate you." Olivia said.

Abby smiled. "You're welcome. This is you and Fitz we're talking about. He kisses you and you look like you're about to catch on fire. And you know what they say. The shy ones are freaky as fuck and you're both weird."

That made Olivia smile. This pep talk just might work.

"I'm biting. Keep going." She encouraged.

"You know how every best friends have a handful of moments they're crazy proud and excited for each other about? This is one of them. To me, this is one of the most important moments of your entire life! Becoming a woman who has fierce orgasms." Abby made a whole show of shedding some fake tears. An Oscar worthy performance.

Olivia has never been more amused.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're a virgin. No offense. I've prayed to the God of Dicks and they've finally answered. I've waited so long for some good dick to come into your life and tonight is it! I'm here for it!" Abby sang in a beautiful falsetto. "So tell yourself best friend. What do you need? You're a queen and you deserve it all. I got you. Need some lube? Bet! Condoms. I'll buy you the whole store. Roses. Oh my God! Champagne? Wine?!" The redhead was going nuts and Olivia knew better than to try and stop that train. "How long do I have to set the mood?"

This should be weird. It should all be weird. Her best friend helping her prep to get defiled. But oddly enough, it was not.

"Like half an hour."

Abby dragged her out of the empty restroom.

"Let's go. Give me one of the room cards. We got shit to do."

Olivia shook her head at the redhead. She pulled her in for a hug.

"What would I do without you, huh?"

Abby shrugged. "Probably grow a goatee and give up on men altogether."

Olivia cackled. Once they got to the Foyer, she gave Abby the card and left to go find her mom in the crowd.

Olivia couldn't say goodnight to her parents fast enough. They were staying in one of the hotel's suites as well and would be in the city for the rest of the weekend. A rarity and they were going to make the absolute best of it.

Her mom was expecting quality time tomorrow so they would be doing lots of mother-daughter stuff on her father's tab, mainly shopping though. And family dinner was mandatory in the evening. Her dad also wanted to do a big brunch on Sunday to celebrate her mom and she was all in. Details on location and time were still being finalized but she was completely zoned out. She kept checking the clock, hoping she was being subtle. Her mind was elsewhere.

At the top of the hour, she hugged both of her parents. They showered her with praise and kisses as they love to do. Then, they bid her a goodnight.

Olivia all but ran down the hall to make it to her room. She was on the elevator, making her way down from the 20th floor. Five floors to go. Fidgeting. Lips between her teeth. Smiling. Cheeks on fire. Blushing.

Am I crazy?

It was a valid question. And the answer was yes.

Crazy in love. With one man and his name is Fitzgerald Thomas Grant.

She arrived on her floor and she could feel her nerves spiking. With trembling hands, she opened the door. And her breath caught.

There he stood. Her man. Standing tall, his back to her with his hands stuffed in his pocket. And this room, it was a romantic mayhem. Dim lights juxtaposing with the blue and yellow art-decor in the room. There were roses scattered, a cart to the side with surprising dishes underneath silver domes. A bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice. The perfect man. And a lot of condoms, everywhere.

Courtesy of Abby Whelan.

A true friend.

She slowly walked up behind him.

"Nice view." She interrupted.

He turned around at the sound of her voice and she nearly buckled at the knees. He looked like all her favorite fantasies. His sleeves rolled up, a few buttons on his shirt undone and his bow tie hanging loosely around his neck.

"Certainly is." Fitz smirked.

"I'm not talking about the skyline." Olivia clarified.

Fitz laughed and the sound vibrated through her and pierced her heart like an arrow from Cupid's bow.

"Neither am I." He replied.

Walking towards the table where the champagne chilled, Fitz picked it up from the bucket and opened it easily with a satisfying pop. He poured generously in two flutes and then walked towards Olivia.

He extended a hand and she grabbed it. He pulled her towards him and walked back to the window. He offered her a flute, which she took and he tucked her in front of himself, a protective arm wrapping around her torso as he placed a dizzying kiss against her neck.

Olivia exhaled slowly as flashes flooded behind her lids. Heart thumping, bubbles popping and settling in their glass. The sound of their own blood rushing to her ears. Hot. Skin - chocolate and vanilla. Messy sheets. Sweat. Ecstasy. Breathless. They concentrated. Such a prime view ahead. And a luxury. It truly was something to marvel at. There was no other city like New York. The glimmering lights and skylines offered such an unmatched scenery of Brooklyn and Manhattan. So unique and breathtaking. Even though it was quite chilly out this time of year, the night was still beautiful. All the stars came out tonight and the moon was vibrant. As if they were making a special appearance just for this moment. And from this perspective, the world around them looked grand as they drained their champagne flute.

"Did you make your wish yet?" Fitz asked, raining kisses across her naked shoulder.

Olivia moaned, eyes rolling and skin aflame. "Not quite."

He turned her around in his arms, "I have a hunch." Fitz confessed, taking the glass from her hand and placing it on an even surface.

"Do share."

"I appeared before you could make your wish. But I'm of the belief that true magic is meant to be felt." He told her.

She nodded, agreeing to a degree. But she was a show and tell kinda gal. He took another step, she moved back. Then another. Her breath quickened. Another. His gaze followed her and finally, a smirk as she hit a wall. "I can only open myself up to feeling fully if I can see." She replied.

Intrigued, Fitz responded, "Interesting. I think otherwise. Maybe that's something we can experience with tonight?"

Trapped between the wall and his sinful body, Olivia struggled to catch breath in her lungs. He stepped closer, his head against hers, his hands mapping the curves of her body.

"What are you feeling right now?" He asked. His fingertips caressed the naked skin on the side of her breasts, cupping them as he grind his bulging erections against her. Olivia gasped, hands coming up to tug softly in his curls.

"Like I wanna kiss you."

A beautiful smile. Then the sensation of his hot breath hitting her upper lip as he licked his own. Her eyes wept with jealousy.

"Are you trying to seduce me Ms. Pope?" He smirked.

Olivia shook her head. A smile playing on her face as well. "No. Already did that downstairs." She quipped.

Fitz raised his eyebrows. Quite pleased and amused and turned on. "Oh shit." He teased and she blushed. "What are you trying to do then, mama?"

Olivia looked away. Suddenly shy. Fitz shook his head, having none of it. He loved how vocal she's been thus far. And this thing they were doing was hot. He's never been more turned on in his life. He weaved his fingers through her hair and began to take out the pins taming her curls back. He took them out, one by one until her beautiful curls tumbled all over her face and shoulders like a veil. She looked sensational. Absolute perfection. He framed her gorgeous face in his palms and looked into her doe eyes.

"I'm yours and I want you too. You wanna fuck. There's no shame in admitting that. And in case I haven't made my intentions clear tonight, I find you to be sexy as sin and I plan on worshipping every inch of your body and leave you completely ruined." He said all in one breath, glancing at her lips and back at her eyes. His blues glazed with unmistakable lust.

Olivia's heart thumped. How could he read her so well?

"Kiss me, baby." He demanded.

She wasted no time. The way she was hungry for him; there was no question that she wanted this. Things escalated quickly. A moment of impact. The second her mouth closed over his, her mind clouded and she was invaded with everything Fitz. His eyes, his smell, his lips. The way his tongue moved inside her mouth as he pressed her into the wall. Their breathing grew heavier and something like a squeal mixed with a moan left Olivia's throat as he lifted her and stumbled to the nearest table. He swiped at whatever was on there and sat her down. A glass fell and shattered. Neither cared.

Olivia hiked up her dress, opening her legs to make space for him in between as their kiss grew deeper...hungrier. She begin to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt, his flesh hot beneath her palm as she ran her hands across his chest.

He lifted her easily, kneading her ass as he walked them towards the bed. She moaned the moment his weight deepened her further into the mattress. They were completely lost in the passion; lost in each other. Breathing frantically and leaving burning kisses everywhere as she worked on unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

Fitz pulled away abruptly, completely consumed and inebriated by her. His whole body was shaking as he put some distance between them to collect himself.

Olivia laid on the bed, breathless still and trying to blink through the confusion she was feeling. Did she do something wrong?

She sat up on the bed. She looked like a beautiful mess. Disheveled. Lips swollen and tingling, face flushed and eyes glazed.

"Fitz?" She stood and started walking towards him. His back facing her.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He kept repeating.

She noticed he was shaking as she got closer. Gently, she wrapped her arms around his chest, and placed her head on his back.

He entwined their fingers, holding tight.

"I'm sorry." He said again.

"Don't be." Olivia whispered. "We don't have to-"

He spun around so fast, their heads nearly bumped. "No, no, no. I want you. I-I want this." He stuttered. He looked so flustered and frustrated with himself. She touched his face, gently stroking his cheek to ground him. It worked. He took a deep breath to form his words. "I-I just got too excited. We were moving so fast and… and I wasn't thinking. I want to be good to you? I wanna make you feel good and enjoy this too."

Olivia smiled, pushing his hair back. Seemed they both needed a lesson in just letting themselves feel. And they would teach each other. There was no need for control tonight. Only total surrender and the heightening of a singular sensor. Just feelings. Good feelings.

With that, she wrapped his arms around her waist and looked up into his eyes. "I'm yours. What do you wanna do, baby?"

Fitz smiled. "I see what you did there." He nodded against her forehead. "Very smooth."

"That's my nickname. Smoo-D."

They both laughed. Exactly what they needed to slow things down.

"I love you, smoo-D." Fitz said. He grabbed her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips.

"I love you too, big papa."

"Oh?"

They both looked down simultaneously. And he blushed crimson, his ears catching some of the heat. When they looked back at each other, they both knew this was it. The stars were aligned. The moon, their shining audience. And them - exactly who they were always meant to be. Soulmates. And everything about that moment felt right.

Fitz sighed. The look of a man in love all over his face. "Can I make love to you now?"

Olivia wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. "Yes, please."

Their strip tease for each other was playful and alluring. Between kisses, Olivia encouraged Fitz to remove his layers. She removed her shoes, in exchange, he took off his as well. She rolled her eyes, a smile on her lips. She unzipped her dress and sat back in the middle of the bed. She was definitely at a disadvantage with only one piece of clothing. But she can be quite the temptress.

"I think you can do much better than that, Mr. Grant." She said smokily. "Show me something."

Fitz nodded. He was willing to compromise. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall at his feet, leaving him in a pair of Calvin Klein's and his shirt.

Olivia licked her lips, loving what she was seeing. She let her dress glide down her breasts, revealing her perky bosoms. Her erect nipples pebbled for attention. Fitz was salivating and turned on out of his mind. He could already picture himself devoting equal attention to each one. Drowning in them as he's fantasized about for so long. He felt his dick twitch inside his briefs. He let his shirt fall.

"Your move."

She did this sexy shimmy as she moved the dress past her hips. He removed his socks. She leaned back on her elbows and pointed her toes out to him, in a silent request for him to finish the task. Without hesitation, he pulled at the hem, the material gliding off her with ease to reveal all the beauty she possessed.

Fitz stood, stunned. Nothing compared to this view. His dreams and fantasies came nowhere close to this reality. And he was blown away at how flawless she looked in his eyes. She was a goddess. Sprawled in naked glory on a bed of roses. He captured the picture and embedded it to memory. From head to toe. A queen. Every inch of her mocha complexion glowing.

She bit her lips nervously. Which only turned him on even more. Dryness took root in his throat and with it, a thirst only she could quench.

"Damn." He whispered at last.

Her face broke into his favorite smile. The one that lit up her whole face and caused him temporary distress. He loved it.

"Come here, baby." She called for him, widening her legs and he nearly wept as he climbed in between them.

Oh my God!

"Hi."

Blue mirroring dark brown.

"Hi."

"You're so fucking beautiful." Fitz leaned down capturing her mouth.

Olivia moaned, wrapping her legs around him and running her heel up and down his calf. His added weight on top of her was such a welcoming pressure.

They kissed long and with passion. The only way lovers should. The way his tongue rolled inside her mouth should be a passage in the Bible. Her hands were relentless - gliding through his curls, roaming his back and squeezing his butt as he grinded his impressive bulge into her.

His focus shifted down her neck, leaving burning trails against her throat and across her collarbone on his quest for a river called arousal. Her breathing caught in her throat and she trembled beneath him the moment his wet, warm mouth closed around her nipples. God, it had been a lifetime since anything felt this good. She whimpered as he laved, massaged, bit, soothed and sucked. Her chest arching and pleading for more. Her stomach tensed with strong sensations that travelled to her pulsing, wet core and caused her toes to curl.

What kind of man loves like this?

He looked up at her, mouth open and stormy blue-grey eyes. His hair was a whole mess, all thanks to her.

"How are you doing, beautiful?" His voice smooth; like warm chocolate melting under a flame.

"Amazing." Olivia replied. "I'm feeling everything I never want to forget."

"Me too baby." Fitz confessed. "I wanna taste you so bad. May I?"

As his kisses travelled lower, Olivia's breathing grew heavier. The way his hands squeezed her and mapped her skin awakened nerves she didn't even know existed. It's exactly what she's been yearning for from a real man. And by heavens, he was real and did it so well.

"Should I stop?" He circled his tongue inside her navel, sucking at the skin just above her bikini line.

"No. Please don't stop." Olivia begged. "Don't ever stop."

His descent on her body continued with kisses above her hips, slowly widening her legs and taking residence in between them. His patterns continued in her inner thighs, his mouth closing and sucking at her flesh, leaving a memory. Olivia moaned. A prequel to the earth shattering experience she was about to have. He made eye contact again, smiling as Olivia propped on her elbows to watch him. He looked prepared and she was not in the least.

Watching him was so sexy. He spread her with two fingers, growling at how aroused she was for him. His thumb went up her slit and circled her clit a couple times, eliciting a trembling hiss from her. He drooled, unable to resist for another second. His back muscles flexed when he buried his face between her legs, giving her a long lick. His hum of gusto vibrated through from her core all the way through Olivia's bones. Her hips lifted off the bed, fingers immediately going in his hair as her toes curled.

He ate her out with a passionate hunger, like a man who had been starved for centuries. His tongue delved in and out of her pussy before curling around her clit. He added his fingers, stimulating her with long strokes as he slurped her running juices.

Olivia was in heaven. Feelings she didn't know could come from this act ravaging her body and sounds she normally wouldn't make left her throat as her hips snapped to the rhythm of his fingers. Her legs started to shake and her instinct was to shut her legs as her walls clenched rapidly around his fingers and her clit swell from the sucking.

"Fuck!" She cried, pushing his head away. He hummed, offsetting a current and triggering the lava that's been brewing in her stomach into a full blown volcano. Her stomach tensed and her back arched off the bed. "Baby… fuck! Fitz I'm coming!"

Fitz was unrelenting, lapping away at every drop. He was with her to the very end. He rubbed her thighs soothingly, guiding her to the journey as she screamed and thrashed above him. He was honored and amazed.

Then she settled, basking in the aftermath like a beautiful butterfly with new wings. This was both a rebirth and celebration to her womanhood. A desired woman; with needs and the perfect man to meet them all.

"Aaaah…" Olivia moaned as he climbed back on top of her. She welcomed his weight and ran her fingers through his hair. "That was amazing. You were amazing." She praised.

That handsome crooked smile appeared and then he invited her into a sloppy kiss. Fitz agreed. It was amazing. He just realized a dream and was floating high; especially knowing how greatly she approved and enjoyed his skills. Their tongue intensified the kiss and they both moaned, sharing with each other her intoxicating sweetness.

Her hands roamed everywhere. From his messy curls, to his shoulders, his back and now at the elastic hem of his briefs. Fitz growled. His dick was throbbing and begging for release.

And Olivia was a dual advocate.

"Off, baby." She whined.

Whatever the lady wants.

Without much separation, they worked together at the task; moving the material past his hips. He sprung free and released a satisfied hiss.

Olivia looked down, gasping. He looked glorious and better than she ever imagined. She was impressed.

A thick girth and a strong length with throbbing veins and a shiny coat of pre-arousal at the head. She drooled and Fitz watched with bated breath in anticipation for her next move.

"May I?"

He nodded, closing his mouth over hers again as she worked him with her hands. The friction was unbearable and he felt close to bursting as she massaged his balls in tandem to the twist of her closed fist around his shaft. He begged for mercy. Although the feeling was heavenly, he much rather being inside her when he released.

"Baby." He stilled her movements, panting.

She understood.

"Yes." She whined again, desperately. "I want it, papa."

He closed his eyes, growling from his chest. He was barely hanging on by a thread and her whispering so sexily to him was not helping. He quickly removed his briefs down his leg and searched around aimlessly in the pile of scattered condoms for his size.

Her small hand on his forearm stalled him. She pulled him back on top of her and then fastened her legs around him. His body surrendered, his full weight on top of her was amazing and something Olivia was beginning to feel addicted to.

"I wanna feel all of you." She whispered.

Fitz raised his eyebrows at the implication. He wanted to respect her boundaries but he couldn't lie to himself, he wanted her just as raw and uninhibited.

"Are you sure?" He had to ask. It was the logical and gentleman thing to do.

Olivia nodded. "I haven't been with anyone in almost six months. And I'm on birth control."

The same couldn't be said for Fitz but he knew he was clean. His heart thumped with excitement.

Olivia stroked his cheek, grinding beneath him. "You're the love of my life."

"Ditto." Fitz smiled down at her. He positioned at her entrance, gliding his tip over her clit, teasing her and eliciting the sweetest moans from her lips. He kissed them. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He sunk slowly and gently into her, taking words from her throat and breath from her lungs. Olivia threw her head back and her mouth hung open, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of him, stretching her open. Fitz moaned as well, his lips coming down on her neck, scattering lazy kisses as he wiggled his hips, going deeper. He gritted his teeth, feeling her clasp him with her walls.

"Look at me baby." He begged softly.

Olivia opened her eyes, mirroring the same look his blues held. So much pleasure and passion and love. Tears brimmed behind her eyes. He felt perfect and fit so right.

"Just checking in." He leaned his forehead against hers.

"I'm great." Olivia smiled. "You're so thick and perfect. I love it."

He blushed, kissing her nose. "You feel fantastic too, but I want you to know we can stop whenever you want." It would kill him because she felt absolutely heavenly but he would stop in a heartbeat if she changed her mind at any point.

"Okay. I don't want to stop." She craned her neck and captured his lips in a soft kiss. "I want everything you have to give."

She sealed her fate with that one because everything he had to give was incredible and she was ruined for life. Because Fitzgerald Grant invented their art of making love. And he fucked like a king.

And she was restless and putty beneath him. That first thrust was a historical highlight in her sexual endeavors. And each one after opened her up to a world of unknown freedom to express this love and experience this act in a way so foreign and beautiful, it moved her to tears.

His eyes never left hers and his kisses were exhilarating as he took her higher. His hips moved in precise circles, stroking her deeply and stimulating her most sensitive spots. Their fingers tightly interlocked as he slid into her with ease, and she gave back as good as she got. Matching his rhythm, crying for him and begging for more. They were a powerful force together. Moving like the ocean and creating volcanoes.

They tethered on the edge of euphoria and balanced for as long as they could until they simply could not fight the urge to fall. Into bliss; Into each other. They took that plunge together and the crash was a beautiful wreckage. Bodies thrashing in the midst of breathless cries and then the sweetest smiles in surrender as they continued to hold each other, beads of sweat trickling down their skin and cooling them.

"That was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life." Fitz chuckled blissfully, his head resting on her chest and his member still twitching inside her.

Olivia mewled beneath him - legs shaking, trembling fingers running through his damp curls. She was ruined.

"I'm obsessed with your penis."

They both laughed. Fitz leaned up to capture her lips, he rolled on his back and switched their position without separating. Olivia moaned as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, his palms kneading her ass. She ground her hips, moving slowly and panting frantically as he hardened inside her again.

The next round would be her detriment.

Hello and thank you everyone! If you made it to the end of this long ass chapter, I appreciate you! It is one very dear to my heart and such a long time in the making. Oh my god, I'm nervous and excited to hear about the feedback. I recommend checking out the William Vale Hotel mentioned in the chapter. Olitz stayed in the deluxe corner suite and I will be writing more in that setting for next chapter.

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