AN: The party continues. And then some! Enjoy and don't forget to review!
After about ten minutes, Olivia had finally recovered from the shock of being surprised yet again by her boyfriend and her friends. She was so full of energy and joy and couldn't wait to continue celebrating with them.
"Okay baby… I really need to know if there are any more surprises that are gonna make me cry. I'm getting dehydrated." Olivia said as she turned to face Fitz.
He stood against the wall with a dumbass grin on his face and shrugged at her. Olivia rolled her eyes and turned back to her friends and cousin.
"Harry, tell me." Olivia demanded of her cousin.
Harrison shrugged at her too. He wasn't gonna tell her either. It was pointless to ask the others, she knew.
"Your mother's a bitch." She flipped him off.
"I'll be sure to tell her that, and then I'll see where you'll go for Easter this year when the family disowns you." Harrison threatened in jest.
The threat was enough to soften Olivia up.
"Okay. Relax, let's not go that far. I'm sorry." Olivia said quickly.
Everyone laughed at their expense. They found her feistiness hilarious, even more so when she and Harrison got into it. They fought more like siblings than cousins.
"Fine, don't tell me. I'll just pass out." Olivia resigned. She felt emotional all over again as she scanned the room. It all took her breath away. "I really appreciate all of this. I couldn't have asked for a better partner or best friends and family. You guys really know how to make a girl feel special."
As she finished her speech, a satisfying pop went off and she looked to see Tristan wielding a champagne bottle and some flutes. Perfect timing as usual.
He poured everyone a glass of champagne and they joined each other in a toast. Fitz looked into Olivia's eyes as they cheered. "Happy birthday, baby girl." He said.
"Hu-fucking-ray!" Tristan wooted.
It was another twenty minutes before the bell rang and more guests arrived. Avery and her friend Marcus Walker walked through the door. Everyone watched as Quinn's face split into a lovesick smile as she jogged to greet Avery first. The cute tattooed blonde hauled a huge bag in her hand that contained Olivia's gift. When Quinn finally peeled off the girl, Olivia gave her a hug and thanked her for the gift.
Olivia then excused herself to the bathroom before more guests arrived. She wanted to freshen up her face and also have a conversation with Abby. She grabbed another refill of bubbly and then dragged the redhead with her down the long hall just as music came on.
"I can't believe how fucking good you look in this dress." Abby praised as she closed the bathroom door behind them.
Olivia smiled at her in the mirror while she adjusted her breasts in the dress. She wet some paper towel under the sink and gently dabbed at the dried streaks of tears on her cheeks. "Thank you." She replied. "But that won't distract me from the fact that I have a bone to pick with you."
"Why's that?" Abby asked. She turned Olivia around and grabbed the paper from her. "Here, let me."
Olivia gave her the paper. "One, I haven't seen you all month." She said, "Two, you've been dodging my attempts to connect like I'm the plague. I was beginning to think we were beefing. Are we okay? Did I do something wrong?"
Abby shuffled through the makeup bag that was already there from when she and the other girls were getting ready earlier. She found some mascara. Twisting open the cap, she pulled out the tube and started applying some to Liv's lashes gently.
"Short stuff, of course we're okay. You did nothing wrong. Why would you say that?" Abby replied.
Olivia blinked at her, unconvinced. Abby sighed.
"We are. We're solid." She hugged Olivia briefly. Pulling away, she squared her forehead with Olivia's and continued to explain. "You know I can't hold water for shit. Fitz had us in a muzzle about this since after thanksgiving. And the closer the date got, the more I knew I could slip and ruin it. And I really wanted you to have a special day filled with awesome surprises and memories."
Olivia still wasn't a hundred percent convinced but the logic seemed to make sense. So she was reluctantly letting it go. But Abby's next words cemented things.
"We're not beefing. I love you way too much to ever beef with you for a whole month. I'd die."
"Good. Cause I missed you." Olivia's face finally split into a grin. "And I really fucking love you. Nothing and no one will ever change that."
Abby felt her throat tighten up and clog with emotions. She'd never tell Olivia how much she actually needed to hear those words right now. The unasked reassurance warmed her ice cold heart.
But in typical Abigail Whelan fashion, as soon as shit got too real or emotional for her, she cracked a terrible joke to lighten up the mood again.
"God, we're so gay!" She blurted.
It worked. They both cackled and she resumed correcting Olivia's makeup and reapplied some lipstick on herself too.
Olivia took a sip of her champagne as she watched Abby trace the lipstick tube over her lips. "Say it back, you asshole." She nudged.
Abby rolled her eyes. She popped her lips once she was done and threw the stick back into the makeup bag.
"Of course I love you too kid. You're all I've got." She said sincerely. "Now let's go celebrate you like the queen that you are by partying till the cows come home!"
"I like the sound of that." Olivia smiled.
They tipped their glass against each other and then drained the rest of their champagne. Round three was waiting on the other side of the door.
Word had traveled fast amongst the invitees who brought plus ones. What was once supposed to be an intimate dinner had quickly turned into some sort of house party. By the time they made it back to the living room, the party was in full swing, and yet more people continued to file in. Olivia didn't even know who half of those people were, but the more the merrier, she thought. Music was blasting and everyone was nursing a glass of something or another. Some people were dancing, while others stood in a cluster, having raised, but interesting conversations over the music.
She found Fitz in the crowd, and as soon as he saw her, he picked her up by her booty and hoisted her in the air. Olivia giggled. He was such a strong, sexy man.
Fitz puckered his lips at her and she obliged, pecking his lips repeatedly as she held his face in her hands. He smiled dreamily as he returned her affections.
They felt a flash. Someone took a picture of them just like that on a polaroid camera and handed it to them. It was the best shot of the night.
As Olivia stared at the picture, she shook her head in disbelief. "You make me so fucking happy!" She shouted to him. "How did I get so lucky?"
Fitz shrugged, beaming at her. "No such thing as luck." He shouted back. "It's always been you. In every universe. Every galaxy. It's always gonna be you."
Olivia didn't have words to shout back at him, so she simply kissed him again, swallowing his tongue when it slipped past her lips. They heard some whistles and catcalls.
Soon though, they were interrupted as Tristan came over to tease them. He held four shot glasses in his hand as he bullied Fitz into putting her down.
"Leave it to you two weirdos to be tormenting Jane Austen and Shakespeare in their grave during a rager." He laughed. "Here, take these." He passed each of them a shot of tequila. He held the other two for himself, double fisting.
"Cheers!" All three threw back the clear liquid and shook their heads violently as the burn settled.
"Let's fucking party!" Tristan yelled loudly.
Shots after shots, Olivia felt looser than a canon. She took turns dancing with her boyfriend and her friends. They also took a ton of pictures to remember the night. She was having a blast.
Dinner was never officially served but when people got hungry, they ate ravenously. Every few minutes or so, Fitz would feed her something delicious from their plate. He fed her orgasmic bites of tender wagyu steaks and other appetizers. The last thing he wanted was for her to get sick because she was drinking so much and not eating enough.
Meanwhile, Tristan was in orbit, floating. He'd lost track of how many shots of alcohol he took, or how many lines of coke he snorted in Fitz's bathroom. But none of it was enough to banish the thought of Roman from his mind. The love of his life, the man he thought he'd found forever with had gotten bored of him and cheated on him with some older silver fox. It was the biggest fucking joke of his life.
However, he was determined to move on. He didn't want to sulk. So what six years of his life had just flushed down the drain. Haha. Life will go on.
He'd met some stranger named Marcus Walker here at the party tonight. Marcus was tall, dark and cute as hell. They hit it off quite nicely and he was getting some serious power-bottom energy from Marcus. And with the right combination of alcohol and blow in his system, Tristan thought they should've been explosive together. And yet as Marcus was on his knees for him in the bathroom, he couldn't seem to get it up because images of Roman fucking another man wouldn't leave him in peace.
So very embarrassing. He pulled his pants up and bolted, leaving Marcus on his knees, confused. But he didn't really care. He really needed some air and a cigarette.
Just as he made it through the crowd and out the front door, he came clashing into some guy with his date.
"Whoops!" He laughed uncontrollably. Throwing up some jazzy hands, he apologized. "Perdon!"
Pointing at the fake blonde Asian lady, he added, "Cute top."
The man he bumped into looked at him strangely. "Are you okay, mate?"
Tristan blinked. He totally wasn't expecting the Scottish accent. It was sexy.
"No, no mate! I'm the furthest fucking thing from okay." He answered sarcastically. "But enough about me. Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm Stephen. And this is uh–"
"Alyssa." Stephen's date introduced herself as she adjusted her leather jacket uncomfortably. He brought her to this party. The least he could do was remember her name.
Even in his stupor, recognition chilled over Tristan and he gasped. Surely this was not Abby's scruffier half?
He hiccupped. "Oy, Dios Mio. This is no gut." He could feel the bile rising. Quickly. Patting Stephen's chest, he whispered. "Mazel Tov. I'll kick your ass later but I gotta go vomit now."
Stephen made his entrance into the overcrowded apartment with his date, Alyssa, from Tinder. He'd been dreading coming to the party ever since Fitz invited him last week. But he couldn't refuse his friend. So after a filthy rump in some speakeasy bathroom in East Village, with the girl whose name he couldn't even remember, he decided to throw caution to the wind and invite her to extend their one-night stand. And now here he was.
He searched for Fitz in the sea of people but couldn't find him. But he eventually bumped into Harrison who did a double take and then shook his head at him, disapprovingly.
"Yo! Not fucking cool, dude!" Harrison shouted.
Stephen sighed. Not even two minutes here and already people were busting his balls. But he knew better than anyone that this was a terrible idea from the get-go. Not only was it terrible, he was dead wrong too. He almost made a beeline back to the front door but Fitz spotted him. And so did the woman who broke his heart into a million little pieces a month ago.
"Fuck me. " He whispered to himself.
Abby was by the tables, looking after Cece while she shoved her face with a cupcake. It was fucking delicious. But then Cece tapped her shoulders while pointing at someone in the distance.
"I know I'm stupid sloshed, but who the fuck is that with Stephen?" The British drunk slurred.
Looking up, Abby saw him and instantly lost her appetite. That fucking bastard.
She got up and threw away her plate in the trash. Then she hopped over the counter and grabbed a bottle of Hennessey. She opened it and started lining up shots. As soon as she had about a dozen or so filled, she yelled loud enough over the music for everyone to hear.
"Line up for shots!"
An hour passed and more than half a dozen shots in her system, Abby was increasingly agitated as she watched Stephen with his fake blonde whore from across the room.
The nerve of him to show up here flabbergasted her. She was heated. All of her friends kept looking at her with silent questioning and it was beginning to drive her fucking crazy.
She guzzled some water to sober up. And then she forced herself to eat a burger slider to soak up all the alcohol in her gut. The more she ate her feelings, the more she felt like throwing up and she snapped.
She didn't know when her legs started moving and transported her across the room to where he stood. It's like she was in a trance. In the time that it took her to get to him, she pictured about a hundred ways to kill them both with her bare hands. Pure rage was fueling her. But she was sober enough to know better. She couldn't ruin her best friend's party.
She tapped him on the shoulder roughly. "We need to talk." She said, "Right now."
Stephen turned and saw that it was her. He screamed internally as he has been for the past hour. He knew it was only a matter of time before she stepped to him. In hindsight, he should've left when he had the chance. Or better yet, he should've never come.
But he played it cool. He decided he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of his time, let alone a conversation. He wanted her to feel insignificant. He wanted to humiliate her and hurt her just as much she had done to her.
"We really don't." He replied dryly.
He watched her carefully. She started counting under her breath as if to calm herself. But it wasn't working. Her knuckles turned pale as she clenched and unclenched her fists at her sides.
"In the hallway. Right-fucking-now, or some help me God, Stephen." Abby fumed.
Stephen knew she meant it. And he didn't want to be the reason this party ended in a blood bath and handcuffs. So he followed after her as she stomped away.
Here we fucking go.
As soon as they were out of ears shot and far enough in the hall to hear themselves speak, she exploded.
"How dare you show up at my best friend's party with some other bitch?" Abby sneered in a hushed whisper.
Stephen got right in her face; anger spilling from his eyes, his mouth, his pores. "No, no, no. Fuck you! You do not get to do this." He spat. "I think the better question is how dare you, Abigail?! The world doesn't fucking revolve around you. I'm here because I was invited to celebrate Olivia's birthday."
Squinting unbelievably, Abby grimaced, "You think this is about jealousy, you arrogant, small-minded fucking asshole?!" She snapped, her anger boiling just as hot. Yes, she was jealous but also fuck him for thinking he could make her out to be even more of an ass and a bad guy when he wasn't fair either. "This is about respect. My best friend, my family, my circle, my territory."
He boxed her into the wall, breathing hotly against her face. How ironic. This is right where they began their story so many months long ago. And this is yet again right where they were tearing each other's heart apart.
"My, my, my! Of course. Always all about you, isn't it? God, get over yourself Sunshine and stop playing the fucking victim here." He rolled his eyes, his jaw tense. "Where was all that respect after I told you I loved you and you went and fucked some random guy you picked off the street?" He asked.
Abby grew silent. He had her there. And there was not much she could say. She could feel the tears pooling behind her eyes but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
"My bad." Stephen backed up, throwing his hands forward in surrender. "Random is what you do best. Should've just left it there after I got some, right?"
Abby pushed him back with all the force in her body, but he was a strong motherfucker and didn't even budge an inch. And that look of indifference on his face set her off, and in a fit of uncontrollable rage, she slapped him across the cheek. Her whole body shook as she stared at him with hurt all over her face.
"Fuck you, Stephen!"
Stephen rubbed his face where it stung. He honestly didn't care that she slapped him. It was the least harmless thing she's done to him. She broke his goddamn heart yet every part of him still cried for her. But no more. He was done. "No thanks. Been there. You're no longer worth it to me." He said coldly; turning on his heel. Before he left, he glanced one last look at her. "You're really fucked up, you know that? I suggest you get some help before you end up alone and miserable for the rest of your life."
With that he left, leaving Abby in the dark hallway shaking and crumbling apart. He wasn't wrong. She is fucked up and does need help.
Abby spent a few minutes in the hallway silently sobbing. Everything he said was true and he had all the reasons to say them. But she was human and for the first time in her whole adult life, Abby felt like she was truly empty. And that hole in her heart she put a Band-Aid over almost fifteen years ago was starting to bleed out. Guess he succeeded in driving that knife through her heart after all. What a goddamn mess.
She got up and went to use Fitz's bathroom. She locked the door behind her and faced herself in the mirror.
"Get it together Abby." She told herself.
Opening the faucet, she grabbed some paper towel, wet it slightly and dabbed away at her running mascara. She fluffed her hair, and washed her hands under the hot scalding water until her skin started to turn red.
She made sure she looked presentable and then exited the bathroom to go find Olivia. Her time here ran its course. She needed to bounce out of here. They both couldn't stay at this party. Not after everything and all the things they said as well as all the ones left unsaid between her and Stephen.
She didn't have the courage to face Cece and Quinn at the same time as Olivia. Hell, she kinda wanted to skip out without telling anyone, and she was almost gonna get away with it until Olivia caught her in the hallway near the coat rack, putting her jacket on.
"Hey, I've been looking for you." Olivia grabbed her arm. "Why do you have your jacket on? I thought we were gonna get cowgirl wasted and party til the sun comes up?" She joked.
Fuck.
She took a deep breath before she turned around.
"Hey, sorry babe but I gotta go, okay?" Abby said, grabbing Olivia's face between her palm and kissing her forehead. "Happy birthday. You look amazing."
Olivia gawked at her with a confused look. "Where are you going? Does this have to do with this chick Stephen brought here?"
Abby shook her head as she looked around aimlessly. She looked like she was holding on by a thread and trying not to break down into pieces. "Liv, I can't! I need to go. I love you. I promise I'll make it up to you, okay?"
Frowning, Olivia stood her ground. "Make it up to me right now by telling me what the hell has really been going on with you." She said firmly.
The tears came fast and Abby felt like all the walls in this place were closing in on her. She couldn't breathe. And she was not in the mental or emotional capacity to do this with Olivia. Truly.
"Oh my God. I need some air. Don't follow me outside, please." She swallowed the tears, kissed Olivia's cheek and made her hasty escape before she was further delayed.
Olivia stood in the hallway, confused and worried as ever as she watched her best friend leave her birthday party. She walked to the open space where all the ambiance was being held and looked around for a familiar face. Her eyes landed on Stephen who wore a look of pure agony and misery.
"I'm sorry, Liv." He mouthed.
Seconds later, he and his guest left.
Olivia felt like she was missing out on the big elephant in the room. Why the hell was everyone sorry and leaving her party?
"What the fuck is going on?" Olivia questioned out loud.
1 week later...
Saturday, Olivia woke up feeling mopey. She was still very disappointed about the events that took place on her birthday. And even more disappointed that it's been a week and all her attempts to reach Abby throughout the weekdays have been futile. Other than to confirm she was alive and eating, the redhead has been shutting out all of her close friends and refusing to reach out to anyone. The worst part for Olivia was knowing her best friend was hurting and not fully understanding why other than it in part had to do with Stephen. And Stephen wasn't freaking helpful either. If anything, he was avoiding her and Fitz too. Since the gym was closing for the renovations, he had the perfect excuse not to show up to work.
Fitz could sense all her sadness and uneasiness throughout the whole week. While her mood had nothing to do with him being at fault at all, he felt powerless that he couldn't do much to comfort her.
And as the hours dwindled with no text from Abby, he watched as she grew more restless and upset, which in turn was annoying the fuck out of him. He hated that their closest friends were hurting and too bullheaded to figure out their own emotions and feelings. In some fucked up reality, some bro codes actually made sense for the sake of situations like these. He wanted to kick Stephen's ass. But when he thought about it, he knew his friend was hurting as well. And since Stephen was around when he was going through his own shit with Liv, he figured he owed him the same courtesy. He didn't even want to get started on the mess that was Tristan Velez. Everyone around him was in a damn mood and he was tired of feeling the whiplash on all ends.
Finally at three o'clock, he formulated a plan. He texted both Tristan and Stephen that they will be going out to see a movie and talk after. Stephen's response was immediate.
Are you confessing something to me buddy?
Cause if you are, I totally hear you, I accept you and love you.
BUT I do not swing that way.
I REPEAT, I DO NOT TAKE IT UP MY REAR.
Fitz read the text and rolled his eyes. Leave it to Stephen to draw that conclusion. But now that he read his cryptic text, he saw why he would think this absurdly. Two dudes going to the movies. Where had he heard that joke before?
Instead of texting back, he decided to call Stephen, which is what he should've done in the first place.
"Hey asshole!" Fitz greeted.
"Strong opening. I'm here for it, if that's your new preference." Stephen trolled. "Just not mine."
Fitz stifled a laugh. "Can you be serious for once in your dastardly life? We have a problem." He said.
"Fine." Stephen conceded. "What's the problem?"
"Let me paint you a picture: You are or were fucking my girl's best for it. Love it, support it. Cause you guys looked good together. Until you weren't. You showed up at Liv's party with some new chick? Now Abby is all heartbroken because something happened between the two of you stubborn assholes. So a sad best friend equals a sad girlfriend. And you wanna know how I know this? BECAUSE, it's been a week since the party and my girl has been over here… cleaning and moping all day long today and it's driving up the fucking walls." Fitz seethed. "I need to get out of this apartment so she can invite her best friend over to do the whole girl talk thing, before she fucking goes nuclear on all of our asses."
"Hmmm…" Stephen pondered. "That sounds miserable mate, but none of that has shit to do with me."
Shocked about his response, Fitz inquired. "What do you mean? Clearly something happened."
"Yeah. And none of it was my fault!" Stephen said, annoyed. "Abby is heartbroken and sad, so the fuck what? She chose that for herself because she's fucked in the head and completely incapable of love and true feelings!" He unraveled. "I'm down to meet for drinks but I'm not spending all fucking night talking about her."
Fitz was stunned. He's known Stephen for a few years now and he's never heard him unravel like that. And because emotions were clearly running high and this was uncharted territory for him, Fitz didn't think he had any right to argue or add his two cents. So he simply agreed. "Okay. Let's meet for drinks."
"I mean it! We're not gonna utter a word! Not even her freaking name." Stephen warned.
"Okay!" Fitz repeated. "I'll see you at Mike's at six, asshole."
After they hung up, Fitz stood by the bathroom sink and took a deep breath. This was messy and he wanted no part of it. But these are people he loves and cares about so he has no choice but to be a part of it. His phone buzzed with Tristan's response soon after. It was simple thumbs up emoji.
Grabbing Olivia's phone from the bed, Fitz walked out of the room to find her in the kitchen cleaning aimlessly. She was in a zone, going to town on the poor stove she barely uses. He had to call her three times to get her attention.
"Huh? What?" She asked, wiping sweat from her brows.
"Can you take a break?" He asked softly. "Drink some water and come sit with me for a bit." He sprung into action to grab a cup and fill it with water for her.
Olivia looked at him suspiciously as she removed her cleaning gloves and rinsed her hands under the sink. When she was done, she wiped them on a towel and took the water Fitz was offering her. She led the way to the living room and took a seat on the couch.
"Feel free to let me know if I'm completely out of line here, but do you think you should call Abby?" He asked. He reached in his pocket and handed her cellphone to her.
Olivia looked at the phone and back at him. He was biting his lips nervously almost as if he was waiting for her to lash at him at any moment.
"I don't know what's going on with her but I know it makes you sad and mopey. I also happen to know that you wanna be there for her. Am I right?"
Olivia sighed. He was right and he knew her so well. She grabbed her phone from him then gently rested a palm against his cheek, stroking. "How do you know me so well?"
He shrugged. "I don't like it when you're sad. Makes me sad too." He kissed her hand. "I think I'm gonna go for a long walk, have some drinks with Stephen and Tristan. Then maybe go see a movie alone, after. Just have some personal time while you ladies talk. Is that okay?"
Her face broke into a smile before she pulled him into a hug. He held her firmly and squeezed just right. Olivia felt so safe, so understood and deeply loved. "Thanks, my love."
They pulled away and he pecked her lips sweetly. "Of course." He replied. "I'll leave you to make the call."
Olivia watched him head down the hall towards their bedroom. Staring at the device in her hand, she thumbed her passcode and placed a Facetime call to Abby. It rang once before it said "unavailable". She switched to audio, the same result. One ring and then a voicemail. She could feel herself growing frustrated because she now knew for certain that Abby was purposely pushing her away. And that really hurt her.
She decided to try a different tactic. Drafting the redhead a quick text.
Abigail, I love you and I can respect if you're not ready to share with me what's been going on. But you're my best friend and it hurts me to know that you're purposely pushing me away. Whatever you're going through must be unsurmountable. I hope know that you are loved and that you will make it through this. You're not alone. You always have me, and whenever you're ready, I'll be right here, waiting with open arms.
Olivia read the message over before she sent it. She took a deep breath and tossed the phone aside as she lay on the couch.
What the hell is going on? She thought.
And that's exactly where Fitz found her forty minutes later when he came out of their bedroom dressed in dark jeans and a navy blue button down; his sleeves rolled up to his forearm. Even as sad and frustrated as she was, her face still lit up when she saw him. Such a gorgeous man. And full of swagger.
"Did you call?" He asked, lifting her head up and plopping down on the couch. Olivia lay her head on his lap and nodded in response.
"She's sending me to voicemail. I sent her a text letting her know I'm still here for her." She replied. "Have I done something to her that I'm not aware of?"
It pained Fitz to see her like this. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead. "You didn't do anything sweetheart. She's just going through her own stuff? I'm sure she'll reach out. Probably needs some time."
"I hope you're right." Olivia sighed.
"Do you want me to stay tonight then?"
She shook her head. "You look way too handsome!" She protested. "Go on and let the single and thirsty population of New York drool over you, then come home to me and screw my brains out."
"You promise?"
Olivia was gonna move in for a kiss when she heard her phone vibrate. She sat up and moved to straddle Fitz's lap as she reached for her phone. Looking at the screen, she was surprised when it was a message from Abby.
I'm sorry. May I come over?
She breathed a sigh of relief and showed Fitz the screen. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek.
"You're a great friend." He said.
With a smile on her face, Olivia thumbed back a response.
Is Thai okay for dinner?
It was their little "pick me up" ritual whenever either had a bad day. She received a thumbs up emoji and an ETA for the next hour.
Olivia called in and placed a large order for different Thai dishes. Delivery was set to arrive in about forty minutes. After she was done, she dropped the phone on the couch and wrapped her arms around Fitz's neck. She puckered her lips at him and he placed a sweet kiss there. She enjoyed a few minutes of playfulness with him and she swooned at the way he held her tightly and rubbed her ass as she sucked and licked on his neck. It wasn't going too far, even though she could feel him and she was sitting in a puddle of her own river of arousal. It was enticing. And she loved these moments with him. When she is slightly needy - not necessarily for sex. But just comfort and he was so good at that, like everything else. For about fifteen minutes, they just chilled, fooled around and held each other.
And as time drew closer, she left to go freshen up in preparation for Abby's arrival. When the food arrived, Fitz paid and tipped the delivery man generously. Olivia returned just in time, sporting a smile and she was dressed comfortably in one of his t-shirts that swallowed her up and CK boxer shorts underneath. Her hair was up in a bun. That was one of his favorite looks of hers. So effortlessly beautiful. Fitz cursed under his breath and suddenly, he was dreading drinks with Stephen and Tristan, even though it was his idea. But who could blame him? He had everything he could want right here.
"Thanks for paying for our dinner, babe." Olivia acknowledged.
Fitz shrugged. It was no big deal. "Anything else I can get before I jet?"
Before Olivia could respond, she heard a knock on her door. It was top of the hour, which meant Abby was at the door. Fitz grabbed his jacket from behind the couch and slipped it on before grabbing Olivia by the waist and kissing her lips.
"Have fun tonight." She told him. "And thanks for loving me the way you do."
"Always." He gave her another kiss and then pocketed his cellphone and made sure he had his wallet. Then he walked to the door, with Olivia in tow. He opened the door for Abby and was met by the saddest sight.
His favorite redhead looked so distraught. She looked like she's lost some weight and like she hasn't slept in days. Her eyes were red, she had dark circles and bags under eyes. Fitz could hear Olivia gasping behind him and he knew seeing her best friend like this broke her heart. This woman standing before him is not the Abby they both know and love. And even though he didn't have the recipe or spell to make this all better for her, he did the best he could in comforting her by welcoming her into a quick friendly hug, squeezing her extra tight.
And Abby didn't protest. When they pulled away, she gave him a small smile and then he kissed her temple in a brotherly manner. "I'm rooting for you." Fitz whispered, his tone full of hope and sincerity.
And hope was exactly what the redhead was lacking right now. So it was good to hear that somebody had some for her. Or in her.
"Thank you. I needed to hear that." Abby replied, smiling. It didn't quite reach her eyes but at least it was something other than tears.
Fitz looked back once more before he left; winking at Olivia and giving her hand a squeeze too. "Enjoy your night ladies. I'll see you later."
And then there were two.
Abby stood in the foyer, brown bag in hand that contained hers and Olivia's poison for the night. She looked around, awkwardly at any and everything, except Olivia. Because she knew the second she did, she'd break all over again and she didn't know if the patch job she did would be able to hold any longer. And just when Abby thought she had it under control, Olivia walked towards her and enveloped her into the best hug and it was game over. The damn dam broke.
"It's so good to see you." She said, tightening her arms more.
Olivia was sad and very confused. She hasn't seen Abby like this in fifteen years. This saddened, this hopeless, this heartbroken. It made her wonder but bringing comfort to her friend was more important to her than questioning her at the moment. They moved to the couch where Olivia continued to hold and rock her until the tears subsided and the redhead opened the bottle of tequila she brought and started guzzling from the mouth.
Olivia stared dumbfounded. It was surely going to be a long night.
Several empty Thai boxes and a decent amount of wine and tequila later, Abby looked away from the TV streaming "Gone With The Wind" and up at Olivia.
"Why do you even like me?" The redhead asked sadly but curiously. "We're so different, you and me. Why are we friends?"
Olivia looked down at the redhead on her lap. She stroked Abby's hair back and smiled. "Because you're one of the best people I know and I love you."
"But why? What do you see when you look at me? I have nothing to give. I'm damaged goods. Why does everyone refuse to see me for who I am?" Abby argued while also posing several questions she's been wondering about. "Say it with me: Abigail Whelan is a major fuck up with daddy issues!"
Olivia frowned. Even though she knew that self-deprecation was a part of wallowing, it still upset her to hear Abby, who is usually so confident and badass, talk like that about herself. "Hey! Watch it, that's my best friend you're talking about." She chastised.
"Well then you're an idiot." Abby turned her attention back to the TV, tears of shame falling from her eyes, rolling down her nose. She sniffled.
Olivia swallowed the lump in her throat and bit back tears. "You wanna know what I see when I look at you Abby?" Voice shaken, she begged the redhead to turn and look at her. "I see the dorky, outcast girl in third grade who played with bugs and knew weird facts about almost everything, but didn't give a shit what anybody thought of her. I see the sweet, caring girl who climbed a tree in the middle of a storm to be with a terrified cat even though she's severely allergic and afraid of heights. I see the empathetic girl who screamed and cried with me when I broke my arm on the swing after school and that same girl wore a cast with me for three months and threatened to fuck everybody up if they even thought about making fun of me. I see the girl who loved to draw doodles on sticky notes and leave them for her dad in his briefcase just so she would always be with him. I see a girl who looked forward to Saturday nights because we would do double daddy-daughter date nights together with our fathers. I see a girl who lost her favorite person, her hero, way too young and never got a real chance to grieve."
Abby shook her head. "No, no, no! Don't you dare, Liv. Don't remind me about all that!" She screamed. "I'm not that girl. She's dead. She died in that car crash right along with Jack Alistair Whelan."
Even though it pained Olivia, she had to continue. Because Abby was overdue for this. "That may be true. But did you grieve those losses? Because I also see a girl who had to grow up too fast. A girl who buried years of pain and grief in an attempt to make her mother feel less sad."
"Why are you doing this?!" Abby stood up abruptly and kicked the couch, and wailed. It was loud, it was heartbreaking, it was ugly. "Please stop or… or sedate me! I don't want to feel all of this shit!" She started to hyperventilate, her chest constricting and her breathing coming in shallow.
Olivia, knowing the signs, stood up quickly and embraced Abby tightly from the back. She pressed her chest against her back and placed a hand over the redhead's chest while instructing her to take deep breaths. Abby shook in her arms uncontrollably and lay her head on Olivia's forearm, silently screaming.
"Shhh… you're okay. Let it out." Olivia said softly, soothingly. "I'm right here with you, I love you and we're gonna get through this."
When Abby's knees gave way and she dropped to the floor to lay down, Olivia was right there with her. Tears of her own shedding as she held her best friend, rocking back and forth.
They must've been on that floor for what felt like hours… days… weeks. It didn't matter. The cold surface and mimicking of each other's breaths helped Abby center herself again. She turned to face Olivia and Olivia grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers. She smiled.
"I see you for everything that you are, Abigail Whelan." Olivia whispered. "You're my best friend. I know everything about you, just like you know everything about me. And to me, everything about you is beautiful. Even the parts that we think shouldn't be. Those parts, instead of shutting them out, we must learn to embrace them. And I know it's hard. But that doesn't make you damaged. It makes you human. And today is the first time in fifteen years I've heard you say your dad's name out loud."
Abby's lips began to tremble as new tears gathered behind her sad blue eyes.
They were silent for a while before she took a long deep breath. Olivia knew there was something she wanted to say and she gave her the time to piece it together well in her head.
Abby began on a soft note; "So it's like this, right? I had the perfect dad. You knew him Liv, he could do no wrong in my eyes."
Olivia nodded. "I remember." She smiled sadly.
"He was fun, he was kind and smart. And he got me; he had my back. I got everything from that man. From the hairs on my head to that sarcastic smart mouth I've got. So after this whole time, I'm still trying to understand, if I was his spitting image, why didn't we both die in that car crash? Why did I live and he died?"
Olivia felt tears roll across her face. She squeezed Abby's hand extra tight. She didn't know how to answer that.
Abby bit her lips and chuckled humorlessly. "One of my first jarring memories after he died was that last cotillion ball before eight grade graduation. Remember how I didn't even want to go? But Nana Gigi came over to beg with me because you decided you weren't gonna go either?"
Olivia chuckled fondly at the memory. They've always been two peas in a pod.
"I didn't end up participating but I went for you. I sat in the audience and listened as fathers presented their daughters. And that shit floored me. I mean it was a stupid dance of formality but I sat in that audience and listened as fathers said all these wonderful things about their kid. The immense pride and love - how they were everything they could ever want in a child. And I realized in that moment that I would never have that again. Because my father was gone. It didn't matter what I did or would become in life. I was fatherless. I wouldn't have those significant moments anymore… ever. There would be no more ice cream at three in the morning when we both can't sleep, no more Saturday night daddy-daughter dates, no more doodling together while I studied for a hard test. I was gonna miss out on so much. Introducing my first boyfriend and having him scare the poor kid shitless, learning how to drive with him, how to change a tire, graduating high school, being driven to college, walking down the aisle. And that didn't seem fair, you know?"
"No." Olivia grimaced, her voice left her as she added, "None of it is fair."
"So that day, I told myself that I didn't deserve any of those significant moments any longer and I flipped that switch." Abby revealed. "I used to look forward to falling asleep at night because I could always see him and reunite with him in my dreams but after that day, I never dreamed about him again. It felt like I'd lost him all over again... like I was being punished but I didn't realize it was self inflicted. Until one day, I woke up heaving because I couldn't remember what my own father's face looked like. Still think I'm not damaged goods?" She raised her eyebrows at Olivia.
"Abby-"
"And then you know how the rest goes. I gave Deborah hell but she really tried her best with me. I was such a difficult kid to raise. I became sexually active at 15. Fucked a ton of guys, dated a few. Of course, there was Charles. We were so wrong for each other and that infatuation we both mistook for love burned so quickly. But we lasted longer than we should have because we were both too fucked up to realize it. Then after him, I turned on the cycle again. Screwed, entertained, dated. Never got serious because the second they did, I pulled the rug and got out of dodge. And I disguised it so well too, like I was so complex you know? Hard to get? But au contraire, I'm a fucking fraud and I've been able to fool so many poor bastards in my twenty-seven years of life. And dare I say I was happy and found comfort in my scam?" It was a moment of self-reflection unlike no other for the redhead. It was gutting but it felt so good to be fully honest with somebody who thinks they know who she truly is. And by the end of this, she was terrified that Olivia wouldn't be able to recognize her, much less still be her friend. "Until I met Stephen. I should've never gotten involved with him."
"What happened with Stephen?"
"Everything." Abby said simply. "Remember how I told you I would make him hate me? Well I succeeded. He is everything I didn't want. And the more I got involved with him, the more I felt myself sinking into the inevitable. And I tried to stop it so many times, but it's like he was put in my path specifically to remind me of the person I've tried so hard to bury. He saw right through me and didn't give a damn. Like none of what he was seeing was going to deter him from me. He truly got me. And then I sabotaged all of it. I broke his heart before he could break mine again." She finished brokenly.
"Oh, Abby…" Olivia brought the redhead's shaky palm to her mouth and kissed it. She then gently reached over and wiped the fresh tears before they fell.
"We had a deal. He agreed to it. We had terms in place when I agreed we could try to be exclusive. He agreed to them and then he fucking broke them." Abby rambled.
"What terms?" Olivia asked.
"It all went to shit over the holidays. As you know, I flew to Greece for my mom's wedding. Two days before New Years, he called me, said he missed me and begged me to come home earlier from Greece. And stupidly, I hopped on the first flight I could find to be home for New Years. He picked me up from the airport, he took me on a proper date, we got wasted and had an epic night. The next morning, I woke up, he was staring at me with those fucking gorgeous brown eyes of his and that idiotic, stupid smile. And I could see it all over his face. It's like he couldn't contain himself and I tried to barricade and stall. But he just blurted those dumb three words out in that stupidly hot voice of his. Why would he do that?"
Olivia tried so hard not to laugh but she couldn't help cracking a smile. "What three words, Abs?"
Abby looked in the distance. A frown took place and her cheeks reddened. She sighed, "H-He said "I love you" in that dumb accent of his."
"And what's so wrong with that Abby? You do deserve to know that and feel that." Olivia said.
Abby shook her head, "Don't you see Liv…? I'm like this because he told me he loves me. If I hand him my fucking heart on a bed of petals and he take a sharp knife through it, I would bleed out and there's no fucking way I come back from him. I barely did with my dad."
Olivia was too momentarily speechless to add or object to any of what the redhead said.
Abby finally got up from the floor and she felt her head spin from the act. She crawled to the coffee table, and grabbed her tequila. She took a long swig then passed the bottle to Olivia.
She waited for the burning in her throat to subside and then continued. "So naturally, I brought that old act out of retirement. I fucked him and sent him packing. The next morning, I spent three hours in the bathroom, bawling on the floor. And when that didn't work to numb the feelings I feel for him too, I bought a pound of weed and smoked it all. Because I knew what I was going to do. And for the first time ever, that pre-inclination hurt like a bitch. Because I knew what I was letting go." The redhead beckoned at Olivia for the alcohol again. This hurt too much and she needed to feel numb. "Over the next couple weeks, I started avoiding him. I stopped answering his calls and messages. I blocked him. When he shows up at the shop, I have Quinn and Avery lie for me. But that didn't stop him from being everywhere, all the time. My brain and my heart were determined not to give me another easy pass. And I was determined to move on and forget. So I tried to erase him and my feelings for him by fucking every dude on Tinder I matched with. And he caught me with one of them. I was coming out of the elevator on my floor, kissing on some weirdo named David… Davin, I don't even freaking remember. But his hand was inside my pants and we were stumbling to my door. And there he was, standing in front of my door for God knows how long. He had flowers, takeout and an apology! But that's not even the most harrowing part. It was the look on his face when he recognized what I'd succeeded in doing. Then fast forward to your party. He brings some random slut and I fucking lose my mind. We had words; he called me a good for nothing whore, which I am but I slapped him, and he told me just how fucked up he thought I was before he left. Et voila, we are here now, having this sad, pitiful party and I'm so ashamed."
The redhead lowered her head and palmed her face in embarrassment. Her head was pounding and the tequila was really running her bloodstream now. She felt like she was going to throw up and as soon as the thought ran through her mind, she was racing down Olivia's hallway to the closest bathroom.
While face down in the toilet - hurling all of her stomach's content, she could hear Olivia's rapid feet coming to her aid. And there they were again, on the cold floor for an encore of the ugliest parts of herself.
Once she was done, Olivia helped her up and offered her some water to rinse her mouth.
"Do you think a shower might help?" Olivia suggested.
Abby nodded. "I think so." She replied.
While Olivia went to arrange some clothes for her to change into, Abby took advantage of the moment of privacy to look at herself closely in the mirror. She hated everything she saw and she felt so raw and immersed in that feeling of self-hatred. And it was all pulling her under. She turned away from the mirror but her shadow of shame remained as she stepped into the shower and turned on the water, scalding hot.
When she stepped out twenty minutes later, she found the towel and the sleeping clothes that Olivia laid out for her. That brought the smallest smile to her face. If there was anything to be proud of, this was it. Her anchor to Olivia and how even in the midst of her most horrifying self reflection, this friendship was one of few things she felt like she had done right.
Five minutes later, she was dressed and went to go find Olivia. The whole apartment smelled of popcorn as the kernels popped in the microwave. Olivia was tidying up and storing away the rest of their food. She decided to give a hand since she was responsible for some of the mess. They made a great team and were pretty efficient with the tasks. Once they finished, Olivia poured their popcorn in a large bowl and Abby grabbed the bottle of wine, two spoons and the tub of Ben & Jerry's cheesecake ice cream in her fridge. Soon after, they retreated to Olivia's bedroom.
Olivia turned on the TV to Comedy Central and just let whatever inappropriate skit was on, play in the background. The two best friends lay closely, mostly in silence, alternating between popcorn and ice cream.
Abby released a deep sigh. "I think I might need therapy. I'm terrified of being this way for the rest of my life." She said, barely above a whisper.
Olivia pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "I'll be there… every step of the way."
It's almost as if her words lifted a weight on the redhead's chest and she choked. "You still want to be my friend? You don't feel sorry for me?"
"Look at me." Olivia demanded.
Abby looked up and was met by the kindest pair of brown eyes.
"Hi, I'm Olivia Pope, have we met?" Olivia joked, which instantly made Abby laugh because that was her thing. They let the light moment linger for a beat before Olivia hit her with some honesty. "Are you kidding me? I'm so glad we talked today. I've been worried about you since the beginning of last month and I thought I did something to you. And I felt you pushing me away and I didn't understand why. I asked you if we were okay. Selfishly, I thought it had to do with me. But this whole time, you've been in so much pain. And I don't know how you did it… how you pretended so well and survived." Olivia could feel the tears coming again and she willed them away. They've done enough of that for the night. She brought her forehead against Abby's and smiled in amazement instead. "I admire your strength. You're my best friend and there is nothing about you that I don't accept. I'm happy that you're gonna be seeking the help you need. And I'm so proud of you for taking that step. I plan to be there every step of the way. I plan to be more attentive and alert when it comes to you. And I can't wait to see your light shine again."
"Damn it." Abby sniffled, her eyes definitely getting misty again. "I love you. Please don't ever forget that, even when I try to do dumb shit like push you away. You're my anchor."
Olivia chuckled and kissed her forehead. "You can't get rid of me that easily, Stretch. And I love you too."
Abby beamed at those words. She has great friends. There was hope for her yet and with that tiny bit of warmth racing through her, she brought another spoonful of ice cream to her mouth.
"So catch me up on what's been going with you." She probed. "I know Fitz moved in. How many times a day are you and him fucking on this bed? With the way your skin is so clear and your ass getting this thick, I need all the details! Spill your filthy little guts."
Olivia burst into laughter. "Welcome back to this week's episode of "All The Shit You've Missed"."
And so the order of things resumed… sort of. The two best friends finished their ice cream while they caught up on every little detail missed. They cackled at each other's outrageousness and solidified their bond. Gradually they grew silent and were lulled to sleep in each other's arms, thoroughly exhausted from the emotional roller coaster they've both been on together.
Olivia woke up in the middle of the night feeling totally disoriented. Her and Abby had fallen asleep on her bed watching a movie and obviously, she wasn't gonna wake her now. Feeling around for her phone on the bed, she realized that it wasn't under her pillow like she remembered placing it. And that their glasses of wine and popcorn mess had gotten cleaned up and they were nicely tucked under the blanket. She glanced at her nightstand table and she felt her heart melt with love instantly. Her phone was plugged. And next to it was two glasses of water and Tylenol for her and Abby… just in case.
And she knew exactly the man kind enough to do such a thing. She didn't even hear him come back home from his personal time, and she felt bad for falling asleep with her best friend in their bed and kicking him to the guest bedroom by default. She turned to check on Abby and the redhead was still snoring away. She reached for a glass of water and took a long gulp before slowly rolling out of bed, on a mission to go find her man.
She did not find him in the guest room but as she walked further down the hallway, she could hear the low sound of gunfire and vulgarity coming from his video game. She smiled to herself, not at all surprised that he wasn't asleep. She leaned against the wall and watched him play for a little bit. So handsome and so focused. Yet tired. But he was too stubborn to go to bed without her by his side. She ruined him.
"Hey," She whispered, not wanting to startle him as she walked closer to him.
He paused his game and turned around quickly. "Oh. Hi mama." He replied with a smile. Reaching for the remote on the coffee table, Fitz muted the TV completely and beckoned for her to join him on the couch.
He welcomed her with open arms as she straddled his lap. "Did I wake you?" He asked, leaning in to peck her lips. He didn't realize how much he missed her this entire evening.
Olivia shook her head. "Not at all. I didn't even hear you come in so I wanted to check on you." She said. "Thank you for taking care of us. You're amazing." She smiled. "And sorry about Abby being in our bed. Totally lost track of time and we both fell asleep."
"No worries." He strummed his index finger down her chin and kissed her lips again. "I don't wanna pride too much in your ladies stuff but is she feeling better? She didn't look like the firecracker Abby we know for the brief minute that I saw her."
He was amazing. An angel, truly. And she fell for him just a little bit more in that moment. He was so caring and attentive and kind. And his genuine concern for Abby meant so much to her. She definitely didn't deserve him but for the time being, she vowed to herself to cherish him for everything he is. Because as it stood, she couldn't imagine her life without him.
"Abby is gonna be fine and I love you." Olivia replied.
She watched the biggest smile embellish his handsome face and this time, that warm feeling in her heart travelled all the way between her legs and she instinctively tried to clench her legs together. The action did not go unnoticed by Fitz.
He bit his lower lips as he gazed at her. "I love you too, Olivia." He only used her full name when he wanted to emphasize how serious he was. And in this moment Olivia couldn't be more turned on. But obviously he could read her and took that as a challenge because pretty soon, he was leaning into her again; his fingers woven in her thick curls as he teased her with his breath on her upper lip.
"I want you so much." He mumbled softly; the sound of their erratic breathing culminating the heat between them.
He gave her a small taste, licking his tongue over her upper lip, setting her on a chase for more as she followed his movements. He lowered his mouth and found special interest in her long neck as he began to pepper kisses down its slope. Desperately, Olivia tossed her head back and a needy moan left her as one strong arm circled around her body and pressed her tighter to Fitz's naked chest. Fuck. He was gonna drive her absolutely mad. And just when she thought she arrived at her breaking point, he whispered in her ear lustfully; "Do you want me too, baby?"
Her answer came in a combination of a moan and gasp. As though she might explode at any moment. "Yessss." She hissed. "Please baby, now!"
And with that confirmation, Fitz was on the move. He stood up with Olivia in his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist as he flew in stride down the dark hallway towards the guest room. They tried to be as stealth and as quiet as possible in consideration for their lovely guest on the third door down. But as soon as Fitz closed the door behind him, the race resumed as he pushed Olivia up against the closest wall he could find before devouring her mouth. It was pure, raw, unadulterated need. He grinded against her and Olivia moaned loudly at the feel of his fully hardened cock poking her.
"Bed baby." She managed to mumble breathlessly.
Fitz maneuvered towards the bed and gently lowered her to the full sized mattress as they continued to kiss fervently. The article of clothes on their bodies felt like a nuisance and they worked impatiently to get rid of them; Fitz lifting Olivia's shirt over her head and her pushing his sweats halfway down his legs to free his throbbing dick. He tossed the shirt aside and palmed Olivia's breast in his hands as she stroked him firmly. They both moaned and he could feel himself close to bursting if she didn't stop with her teasing. And as much as he didn't want to, he had to stop her if he wanted to save himself the embarrassment. Fitz entwined their fingers together and extended their arms against the frame, then lashed his lips around her left nipple.
"Fuck!" Olivia threw her head back and arched her chest more. She could feel her shorts dampen completely by the time Fitz moved to the other breast - rolling his tongue in circles around her areola and gently grazing her pebbled nipple with his teeth. Slowly, he began making his way south, stopping to shower her breast bone, ribs, and stomach with electrifying kisses. She couldn't get enough air in her lungs at this point.
Fitz removed his sweats completely; sat back on his knees and closed his eyes for a second. He was experiencing the sweetest form of torture. His dick was throbbing. He didn't even wanna risk touching it for fear he might explode. He bent Olivia's knees towards her chest and she placed her feet against his chest as she lifted up for him to discard her out of her soaked boxers. He decided to test just how wet and prepared she was for him by running his thumb up and down her slit. Olivia whimpered immediately.
Wiggling from side to side, she begged. "Please, please, please baby! I'm ready."
As he lowered himself down further, Olivia didn't need any light to see the hungry lust written all over his face. He was gonna prolong this longer for her and make it impossible to come out of this fully functional but she didn't have the courage to deprive him as he pleaded back with her softly.
"Just a little taste, I promise." He said gauging her legs to open wider for him. Olivia's knees fell to the side widely and Fitz found his place in between comfortably. "Can I taste you?" He asked, nuzzling his nose and kissing the inside of her thighs - inching closer and higher. "Hmmm baby?"
He was gonna be the death of her and Olivia was certain of it. Her response barely left her tongue before he went in. He tongued her pussy in a long lick from bottom to her clit and Olivia lost her mind. She grabbed a pillow and muffled it over her face as he took her to peak. He worked her thoroughly and skillfully, sucking and licking her folds before he latched onto her sensitive clit. Olivia locked her legs around his head and tried to push him away but to no avail. His moans vibrated against her core as he pushed her trembling thighs apart again and continued to feast. He added two fingers and massaged her right breast with his free hand. Olivia felt overstimulated and completely out of breath. A volcano was ready to rupture and she felt the lava brewing in her veins, traveling south. It was all too much. And she came apart above him, quaking and thrashing fiercely as she sobbed incoherently into the pillow. But he was her anchor, championing her through the wrecking eruption. Kissing her clit, her thighs, her hips while rubbing her stomach soothingly. She was still shaking and clenching to the blanket and he could hear her little whimpers still.
Fitz noticed beads of sweat glistening her skin as he ascended back on top of her. Removing the pillow from her face, he chuckled as he leaned down to kiss her forehead, her nose, her lips. "You doing okay, mama?"
"Never better." She murmured, smilingly. "Although...We really need to revise your definition of "just a little taste" papa." She wrapped her arms around his neck and fastened her weak legs around his hips. They were perfectly aligned. Fitz breathed unevenly as rubbed the swollen tip of his shaft in between her folds.
"Scold me more about it later." He fisted himself once before sinking into Olivia's walls and they both gasped as her walls swallowed his length.
At last.
Their breathing came in hot and elevated as they stared into each other's eyes - communicating sans words all the feelings they could feel vibrating through them. And as she brought her soft hand to his face, Fitz began moving. Slowly, deeply. Their fingers intertwined. Every thrust punctured with a message unveiled -I love you. I'm in love with you. We're in this together.
Olivia held onto him tighter as each deep thrust pushed her closer to the edge of her explosive climax. And when she capitulated, she took him with her - digging her nails in his flesh and muffling their cry of release with an all consuming kiss.
"Damn baby. Fuck!" Fitz grunted. His head was spinning and he felt dizzy. But so damn incredible. He was in the same boat as Olivia who was drooling and barely forming words.
So they stayed as they were; coming back to their bodies and cooling off. Olivia ran her hand up and down Fitz's back soothingly and he kissed her lips tenderly; sighing happily, still nestled inside of her.
"Why is it so good, Livvie?" He asked.
Humming, Olivia kissed his forehead, and smoothed his curls back. "Cause it's your pussy, that's why."
"Thank. Freaking. God!"
They both burst out in quiet, hearty laughter.
Valentine's Day arrived the following Friday and with it came the biggest snowstorm of the year - shitting on any special plans New Yorkers had for their significant other. But to Olivia, this day couldn't be better. The storm meant no school and Fitz was on "vacation" until the renovations finished.
Once she confirmed that her school was amongst the list of closings, she tiptoed back into bed and straddled Fitz under the covers. He slowly opened his eyes as soon as he felt the kisses she was gently placing strategically all over his face.
"Morning baby," He grinned. It was still relatively dark out so he glanced to his nightstand to look at the clock. It read 5:22 AM. "You're up early?"
"I wanted to catch the 5:00 A.M. news. And you were right, we're snowed in." Olivia informed him. "We've got the whole day together now to do whatever we want."
His boyish gasp brought a cheeky smile to Olivia's face. "I like the sound of that so much." Fitz said.
He brought his left hand to cup the back of her neck and leaned up to greet her with a proper morning kiss. He could feel her smile widen as their lips lingered sweetly before he deepened the kiss. Naturally, his other hand wandered down her lithe body until it settled on her bottom, and he couldn't resist the urge to squeeze a bit. She moaned in his mouth and rejoiced in the fact that they actually had time to take this further if they wanted to. And she wanted to… so badly. And she could feel him already and that turned her on even more. But much too soon, they pulled apart as their lungs began to feel deprived of air.
"What do you wanna do?" Fitz asked in a deep baritone, his eyes glazed with want.
And Olivia had the perfect answer for him as she grinded against him. "You."
And he definitely liked the sound of that too as it was evident in the way his ears felt hot and turned red. Plus that grin again. "And what else?"
"Cuddle up next to you with hot cocoa and stream Princess and The Frog." Olivia added. It's something she's wanted to do with him and this day was as perfect as any.
"That's all?" Fitz raised an eyebrow.
Olivia chuckled. "Yes. For now." She replied.
"You're a simple woman, Olivia Carolyn." He surprised her by flipping their position and Olivia giggled and squealed like a blushing schoolgirl. She could hear her heart thumping as blood rushed between her thighs.
"Why, you're much too kind sir." She bantered, securing her legs around his waist and running her fingers through those gorgeous silky curls of his a couple times. And it wasn't long before the urge to kiss those irresistible lips of his returned. She looked into his eyes again and found him waiting for the next move written all over her face.
He lowered his head and captured her lips again. They lingered in that space for a moment, just breathing each other in because in the next heartbeat, he invaded every cell in her body with a scorching need for him. She nibbled on his lower lips and soothed the sting with a teasing lick, causing him to smirk. And she should've known the game was over after that because he finally gave in and devoured her mouth. The way his tongue rolled inside her mouth should be a crime. And the way he sucked on her neck and licked her ear should feel like a sin but she was too far gone. Too consumed. And she felt like her heart was going to cease when he pulled away abruptly and began to sit up.
Confused, Olivia fastened her legs tighter around his waist and stuttered, "W-w-why did you stop?"
"Gotta go make you that hot chocolate." Fitz answered.
Olivia groaned. She knew what he was doing and it was designed to drive her mad. "You're killing me." She whined. "I don't even want the stupid hot chocolate anymore. I want you."
Fitz leaned into her ear and whispered. "Pazienza principessa."
But patience has never been her strongest virtue when it came to him and her need to have him. And they both knew it.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "At least give me another kiss before you leave me high and dry."
Fitz decided fucking with her some more would be hilarious. He grabbed her hand and kissed her wrist.
"Oh my God, you're not even funny!" She groaned.
Fitz cackled as Olivia kicked him off the bed. "What? It's not my fault you weren't specific with your request. You didn't say where I had to kiss you." He reasoned.
"Whatever Fitzgerald." She pretended to be mad as Fitz shuffled off the floor.
He knew she wasn't really mad. She was just a brat with a shitty poker face. He grabbed one of the throw pillows off the floor and threw it at her. She threw it back at him but he ducked just in time. "You suck." He hovered over her and quickly pecked her lips. "Whip cream or no whip cream?"
"No whip cream." Olivia replied.
With a deep sigh of both frustration and admiration, she watched him leave their bedroom to cater to her lesser, primitive wants. He could be so cruel sometimes.
He was gone for ten minutes and in that time, Olivia had freshened up, closed the blinds and curtain for maximum darkness and got cozy again under the covers. She lit up when she saw him carrying her chocolate along with his morning coffee. He carefully transferred the steaming cup over to her and got comfortable with her under the covers. Olivia took a small sip of her beverage while Fitz searched for the movie on Disney+.
"It's delicious, thank you."
His response was to gather her in his arms and kiss her temple right as the movie began. Fitz finished his coffee and scooted down to settle between Olivia's legs; his head on her stomach. Fitz managed to stay focused right up until the part where Prince Naveen gets turned into a slimy frog. But after that, he was restless. He wasn't sure if it was because Olivia was so focused and seemed to have completely recovered from earlier but watching her sit there and look so fucking gorgeous made him horny as hell and his dick started to twitch in his pajamas.
He lifted her shirt slowly and drew invisible patterns on her torso. She glanced down at him but otherwise didn't say a word. So he continued, trying to see how far he could take it before she snapped. Fitz lifted the shirt higher and brought his mouth in play; starting as low as her pantyline and slowly working his way up her ribcage. Still nothing.
"Nothing baby? Really?" He asked with a smirk.
It took every ounce of strength Olivia had to remain composed. But after the shit he pulled earlier, she was determined to get the upper hand on this round. But fuck, it was hard. She was already fucking soaked and she honestly didn't know how much longer she'd continue this charade with him.
But for now, she shrugged, testing to see if her indifference had any effect on him. "I'm trying to watch a movie here."
And she saw the moment he took her response as a challenge and her toes curled under the sheet in anticipation. He was gonna destroy her this time around and she wasn't sure she would pull through for hours in the aftermath. And yet, she couldn't wait!
"Okay. Well, carry on. Don't even worry about me down here." As he said this, he threw the blanket off her, grabbed her by the legs and yanked her down, causing her to lay flat on the bed. "Just making sure you get the best view." He quipped.
Oh my God!
He ran his hands all over her curves before spreading her legs and planting a kiss behind her left thigh. Olivia tossed her head back and clipped her moan in her throat. But her body was treacherous and will always dance to this man's chords. Where he kissed left a fire that travelled down her bloodstream and caused a shiver to run up her spine.
Jesus, praise the Lord.
He continued with those burning kisses and the higher he went, the closer he got to her pussy. And while she could try to mask her feelings, there was no denying that her pussy was wetter than the ocean. And she was ready to baptize him in her sea.
Hallelujah.
He caressed her thigh, then crossed her hip over, giving him a perfect view to the right side of her butt. He kneaded the flesh softly, bouncing it a little before he leaned down and bit mildly. She loved it when he bites her. Olivia jerked at the sensation, feeling her heart leap. And then he spanked her, hard, and she felt all the air in her body rush out of her. He then scattered a few soothing kisses down her ass, sucking here and there and marking his territory. Then he switched back over to her inner thighs, leaving his marks there too as he slowly pulled down her drenched panties from her core. She was glistening for him.
Lust clouded Fitz's vision and he looked up to see Olivia propped up on her elbows staring down at him with a ravenous look in her brown orbs. The cartoon on the TV long forgotten.
"Enjoying the movie, gorgeous?"
"Yup. Great performance." Olivia swooned and fought hard not to release a moan as Fitz opened her up and began running his middle finger between her folds. Breathing became a foreign thought to her. Her throat felt parched and she bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from screaming but then he entered her with two fingers while his thumb played with her clit and her body just gave up.
Her brain had a whole internal dialogue with her vagina and that bitch was greedy. It went a little something like this:
"Don't do this. Help us!"
"You're on your own with that "help us" foolishness. Help yourself. We love this shit girl. I've done the work. This man got us gaga and wetter than Niagara Falls. What I'm gonna help you with is using those muscles to bring it home. I'm ready to take some dick."
And welp, her whole body followed suit but her mind refused to surrender fully. Cause she was stubborn, of course.
Yet still...
Her thighs began to shake and her stomach contracted as she arched her hips for him, moving to the rhythm of his fingers.
But still, not a peep from her lips and Fitz was beyond amused and turned on. She could drive him so fucking wild.
"You have such a pretty pussy baby." His deepened baritone was enough to send Olivia over the edge. "So soft, so wet and so sweet. All for me." He added his tongue to the mix; lapping at her juices and flicking his tongue over her clit. "Sweet, sweet baby." Her breathing elevated and her hand flew to his hair to try and push him away.
Lord have mercy!
"You done playing games?" Fitz asked, licking his lips. Cause he certainly was. Now, he just wanted to be buried inside her.
Olivia watched as he stood up from the bed and removed his pajamas, freeing his perfectly long, thick and beautiful cock. She nearly wept.
God is good.
"Depends." Olivia continued to watch with labored breaths as he fisted himself slowly. Everything about this was the best fantasy she could ever conjure. The way his abs and arms flexed with every jerking motion and how he was maintaining eye contact drove her to the brink of insanity. She was done playing games too.
He grabbed her legs and folded her knees. Olivia's anticipation reached its peak as he crawled between her legs. He was now at eye level with her, his cock poking her stomach and she reached in between them to give him a nice squeeze and he grunted, his hips flinched, his eyes closed.
"On what?" Fitz asked, leaning his forehead against hers and capturing her lips as he began thrusting in her palm. She breathed in sync with him. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and bit gently. And finally, a shaky moan came from Olivia. "Hmmm… depends on what baby?" He stared into her eyes.
"On whether or not you're prepared to finish what you started and not be such an awful tease." Olivia answered.
Fitz laughed and shook his head in disbelief. He really admired her stubbornness. And she was so fucking sexy right now. "You're so fucking spoiled, you know that?" He asked, lifting her shirt off the rest of the way. He wanted it gone.
She sat up for him and Fitz removed the shirt over her head quickly.
Naked at last, she lay beneath him and as he stared at her, he felt so overwhelmed. Such a vision. Not one flaw.
"Your fault." Olivia sassed back. "Maybe you shouldn't fuck me so good."
"Mmmm…" Fitz chuckled. He wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed gently then latched on her nipple sucking vigorously, torturously. He grabbed his cock and lined up at her entrance, slapping his tip against her clit before he sunk into her in one long, deep, delicious stroke.
"Oh my God!" Olivia choked out, her eyes rolling back.
He pulled all the way out and slid back in again… once… twice. Fitz watched in a trance as her juices bathed and clung to his cock with every plunge. Each stroke more deliberate and earth shattering than the last. He sucked on her breasts as he settled on a painfully slow rhythm, rolling his hips in these fucking dizzying circles, gliding in and out all the while still keeping pressure around her throat. Olivia was a whimpering mess, unable to form intelligible words because all sense was being fucked out of her and she could feel herself about to rupture from within.
"You want me to stop fucking you like this?" Fitz rasped in her ear, tongue licking inside her ear. "Hmm… you want me to stop, mama?" He sped up his pace a little, his hips snapping harder and going deeper into her as her nails dragged across his back. But he was in heaven with the way her walls clung to him like a vice, forcing him to slow down, to go deeper, to feel all of her.
"Noooo, ommmm gaaaah, don't stop!" Olivia cried. "Please don't stop."
"You feel so fucking good baby." He released his hand from around her throat and kissed her sweetly as he picked up the pace again, pounding into her. She started meeting his thrust, and he smiled against her lips. "Yeah, you like that?"
"Harder!" Olivia begged.
He grabbed her waist and lifted her hips slightly off the bed, giving him a much better angle. She sobbed as he slammed into her harder; hitting that spot that sent her flying off the handle.
"Shit, shit shiit!" Olivia cried. "I'm cumming, Fitz!"
"I know." Fitz whispered. "Wait for me baby." He could feel her walls clenching down on him tighter, calling for his own explosion.
And Olivia tried to wait for hi, but her body rebelled in the sweetest form. A few more thrusts and she pushed against Fitz as liquid started squirting out of her. It was endless and left her in a dizzying, handicapped space; powerless with no choice but to succumb to the wave of pleasure pulsing through her and feel every second.
Fitz had never seen a more beautiful sight. In the midst of her roller coaster of pleasure, he reentered her again with a sense of urgency, a need to experience that ride with her and she hollered and tears began to coat the corners of her eyes as he drove in slowly and passionately into her. And even though every inch of her body was a tingle of little fires, she tried to keep up with him, and serve as his guide to ecstasy. There was nothing more exhilarating. Fitz felt like his whole body was going through an emotional conquest as Olivia's walls squeezed firmly around his cock and beckoned him over the edge. It was a rush of total freedom and excitement he would never tire of and it wiped him out completely. A beautiful self expression between two people in love, on the same wavelength of heightened emotional and sexual release. His back bowed and his whole body shook on top of her as his release overwhelmed his senses. Fitz could barely formulate proper understanding of the sounds he was making but Olivia was right there with him. She held him, caressed his back and placed soft butterfly kisses along his arm and shoulder.
One he regained some strength in his body, he pulled out slowly causing them both to moan. "Ahhh, fuck, I seriously think your pussy is laced with something. It shouldn't be this good." He rolled on his back and squeezed his eyes shut. Immediately He felt Olivia's hand stroking him and when he opened his eyes again, she was on her knees ready to take him deep inside her mouth for another whirl. "Damn baby. Have mercy on me, will you?" He begged.
Fitz knew he wouldn't last long. Not with the way she was bobbing up and down against him and swirling her tongue on his tip. He grabbed her hair and thrust into her mouth as far as she could take him and sure enough, two pumps later, he was unraveling again and he watched as Olivia massaged his balls and swallowed every drop out of him.
He wasted no time pulling her on top of him. He peppered her face with kisses and hugged her to his chest. "I can't get enough of you." He confessed. "You're incredible."
Olivia cuddled into him and sighed in contentment. "I love you too." She said.
Fitz chuckled heartily, looking at the TV that was long forgotten. "We can never let our kids watch Princess and The frog, you know that right?"
Olivia hummed sleepily and kissed his chest. "Of course not. We can't tell them that this is the movie that gets daddy in the mood for some freaky shit. We'd go broke trying to fix that trauma in therapy."
"Hey!" Fitz poked her rib and gave her a nice spanking on her bottom.
"See? There you go again, starting something." She teased.
Fitz couldn't help but laugh. "I really do love you mama. You're the best."
He resumed caressing her soft beautiful skin; running his finger tips up and down her spine causing shivers to run through her. And she made these cute purring sounds until eventually, she knocked back asleep in the comfort of his arms. Safe. Happy.
Fitz looked at the clock and yawned. It was just about seven and after all that, he too felt sleepy. They had done beautiful work together just now and he thought his body deserved the rest. He stared at Olivia and kissed her hair a few times. He couldn't help it. Even in deep sleep she was breathtaking. Her eyelids fluttered as he traced a line down her cute nose. He mimicked the sound of her breathing until they were in sync and his mind was bare of all thoughts. Soon he joined her in the land of slumber.
Three hours later, he was the first to wake up. He carefully rolled out of bed and stretched. He showered and brushed his teeth and then threw on some sweatpants and a shirt before he headed to the kitchen. He was a man on a mission. It was Valentine's Day after all. Just because Olivia didn't care about it and the streets of New York were painted white with two feet of snow outside didn't mean he shouldn't go all out and make the day special for his baby. He opened the fridge and pantry to see what they could work with for dinner. He had a whole menu in mind for dinner tonight but not all of the ingredients he needed.
But he had a plan so he was not worried. There was a lot he could make from scratch with what they had.
He pulled out the necessary ingredients to get started on breakfast. He tried to be as quiet as possible and take advantage that the Queen was still asleep because he actually wanted to serve it to her in bed. It was their first Valentine together. Standards were gonna be set high and he wanted to make sure she had the best.
While his pan heated, he scrambled the eggs, adding in a drop of milk, shredded cheese and his spices. He threw the maple bacon with the garlic and rosemary seasoned potatoes under the oven.
Once the pan heated, he added oil and threw in all her favorite veggies to sauté with a pinch of salt and some pepper. It was starting to smell like heaven here and he peeked down the hall to make sure she was still asleep then he added the beaten egg and covered the pan, lowering the heat.
In no time, his main staples were ready and he was ready to plate. He poured hot water for her tea to steep and finished assembling the fruit bowl he was making with the leftovers in the fridge.
And right as he was starting up with the paper mâché flowers he was trying to assemble for her, she had the nerve to come walking into the kitchen looking all cute while rubbing sleep from her eyes still.
"Damn it. Go back in there woman!" Fitz begged. "Pretend to sleep so my plan can work."
Olivia smiled as she continued to walk towards him. She took a piece of bacon and hummed in delight as she chewed. Fitz rolled his eyes.
"Were you gonna bring me breakfast in bed, papa?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck and raising on her tippy toes.
"I was planning on it." He sulked. "How's my bacon?"
"Amazing." Olivia nodded. "You're so sweet. But you didn't have to do all this."
"You take that back!" He gasped, clutching his chest in playful offense. "You're my woman. And I will always feed you and spoil you rotten. You understand?"
"Yes sir!" Olivia giggled, pecking his lips. She looked at the well made trays and her stomach growled. "Can we eat now?"
Fitz brought all the food to the table by the kitchen nook and they settled next to each other and dug in. Everything was delicious. The home fries were amazing. The veggie omelet blew Olivia's mind. The flavors were amazing and the pepper jack cheese melted on top was the perfect zing. And the bacon.
She just wanted to marry him already.
And her tea, this morning it was oolong and jasmine with a splash of honey, was just right. Her man knew how to take care of her in every way.
He made fun of her too all throughout the meal cause she just kept moaning while eating. And that was their thing. Whenever her pitch was slightly higher, he'd say something really stupid to make her laugh. It was amazing being with him.
And after breakfast, they cleaned the dishes together, changed the sheets in their room and started the laundry. After, they settled on the couch in the living room. The blinds opened and they watched the snow outside for a little. It was beautiful from their luxurious view of it. The city that never sleeps, now so quiet and white. It had to be appreciated.
While Olivia sipped on her second cup of tea and lost herself in a phenomenal piece of literature, Fitz busied himself with finishing his paper flowers for her at the table. So far, his bundle of roses were looking spectacular. Half hour of this and he was very impressed with himself.
"Hey nerd!" He egged, rolling a paper in a ball and throwing it at her like a true bully.
Olivia smiled to herself. He could be such an idiot sometimes. She tried to ignore him but her focus on the book was already lost. She was preparing for his next move.
"Pretty mama." He tried again, this time no paper.
Olivia peeked at him over the couch. Looking around, she pretended not to know he was talking to her. Very cliched and she loved the whole thing.
"Who?" She asked, not breaking character. "Me?"
Fitz leaned back in his chair at the kitchen table; his hand behind his back and he licked his lips as bad boys do. "Yeah you. Don't you think you're pretty?"
"If a cute guy like you says, then perhaps." She flirted back.
"Come here. I got sum' for you."
Olivia bookmarked her page and hopped over the couch. She did this shy, sexy strut on her toes over to him and Fitz loved it. He loved her. So damn much.
"What's in your hand?" She asked, standing a foot from him.
"Nothing fancy." Fitz smiled. "Come here and sit with me. I don't bite, you know?"
She did this cute little dance of uncertainty on her toes and bit her lips nervously. Shit! She was good at this role playing thing. Because he found her to be cute as hell and he almost wished that's how they truly begun. He reached over and grabbed her hand, pulling her on his lap. She looked at him and he looked at her lips and kissed them.
"Thank you." Olivia said innocently.
"You're my baby, you know that right?" He said it very matter of fact.
Olivia raised her eyebrows, blushing hard. "You're smooth." She said. "But isn't this a bit soon? We're strangers you know?"
"Nah. I know you're my girl." Fitz kissed her cheek. "My favorite girl. My forever girl, baby."
"How are you so sure?" Olivia probed. Her heart was on overdrive and her stomach had skillful acrobat butterflies in there doing all sorts of stunts. How can he make her so breathless?
"What's not to be sure about?" Fitz replied.
"What do you have for me?" Olivia asked, trying to peak.
Fitz blushed, finally revealing what's behind his back. His artful creation. They were no big deal but the look on her face just about melted his damn heart. And it was all worth it to him right then and there.
Olivia felt the tears pooling behind her eyes. It was the thoughtfulness and the well execution of it all that was making her so emotional. He really was one of a kind. She sniffled and giggled at the same time while grabbing the six paper roses he made for her from her arts and crafts supplies she keeps around. And she really loved them. Like he was seriously talented and really good at this. Maybe she'll invite him as a guest in her classroom one day to make these.
"Fitz…" She whispered his name like her whole heart belonged to him.
"Will you be my sweet Valentine?" Fitz asked sweetly.
Olivia couldn't help it. "I'm gonna kiss you now, okay?"
And so she did. Just the soft touch of his lips against hers, innocent and simple but perhaps the sweetest kiss she's ever experienced.
"On one condition." She whispered, pulling away but still leaning her forehead against his and losing herself in the ocean of his eyes.
Fitz's blue eyes sparkled. "Name it and it's yours." He replied.
"Promise me…" Olivia ran her fingers through his hair. "Promise me you'll always flirt with me this way? And that you'll always stay this sweet, thoughtful and romantic man. You're already my greatest love story. I literally don't want much more than this. Just you. Exactly as you are. Promise me?"
Fitz nodded, swallowing hard. "I promise." He said softly. "And you? Promise me something too?"
"Anything." Olivia smiled widely, infectiously.
"Promise me that you'll always have these stars glowing in your eyes when you stare at me. That you'll always look at me the way you are right now. Because my God, baby. You're so beautiful. And I'm struggling so hard to breathe right now."
Yet again, it seemed they were on the same plane.
"You are very charming. I could cry." Olivia laughed.
"You love it." Fitz said nonchalantly. "I didn't hear you promise yet."
Olivia stole a quick kiss, pulling away rapidly which made him smile. And she loved to see it. "I promise. Now let's go play video games. I wanna kick your ass at 2k."
Olivia knew she started a war with those words and it was written all over Fitz's face. Men were so serious about their video games.
"You, kick my ass at 2k?" Fitz laughed sardonically. "I'd like to see you try. You know Pope, for someone so small, you talk a lot of shit." He stood up with her and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
Olivia giggled, squeezing his butt as he brought them over to the couch. He was very shameless and smacked her butt too.
And so that's how they spent the next hour, shit talking to each other while playing video games on a snowy day. Olivia lost miserably at 2k and bowed out gracefully. For a little while after, she watched him play call of duty and assassin's creed while laying between her legs. Eventually she dozed off again. Fitz took her to bed and tucked her in.
As soon as he left the bedroom, he threw himself into full planning mode. He had a surprise to prepare and a special lady to impress.