Wednesday
Fitz walked from the elevator to the front door feeling exhausted. With less than a week on the clock til the reopening of GetFit, he has been spending every second possible getting things into place. Between scrambling to obtain new licenses and permits and scheduling health inspections, all the while trying to onboard new employees and making sure they were all certified to operate, he was on his last leg and was practically functioning on fumes. Tomorrow was going to be another doozy because new equipment was being delivered and tested in the new layout of the gym.
Fitz turned the key into the lock with two thoughts in mind: shower and food. However, when he pushed the door open, he was pleasantly surprised to find Noah zooming towards him at full speed in his baby walker.
He whistled loudly, which sent Noah into a fit of baby giggles accompanied with drool on his chin. Yum. He looked cute as ever!
"Stop right there, sir." Fitz put his hand out, pretending to detain him. "Let me see some ID."
Noah laughed even harder as he reached his arms out for Fitz to pick him up. Fitz obliged and picked him up out of his seat.
"Oh hello." Fitz lifted him and blew raspberries on his tummy. Noah giggled. Fitz then held him against his chest as Noah wrapped his tight fist around his finger. Fitz shook his tiny hand. "Hello. Yeah! It's me. This is the best surprise ever, bud."
Noah babbled in response. Screaming and smiling.
"I missed you. Tell me everything." And Noah did. Fitz pretended to understand what he was talking about. Noah babbled some more, throwing out a few spit bubbles here and there and making a grab for Fitz's face. He was teething so anything Noah got his hands on usually made its way to his mouth. Fitz learned that the hard way over Easter.
"Oh really?" Fitz gasped. Noah was beside himself with laughter as Fitz entertained him. "No way! Three poopy diapers? That's so crazy." Fitz kissed his hair and tossed him in the air a few times. Noah loved it. He laughed incessantly and drooled all over Fitz's shirt. When Fitz pretended to eat his cheeks, he laughed wildly and tried to kiss Fitz.
"Wow, thank you."
Fitz wiped drool from his chin and nose as he spotted Olivia staring at them with a dreamy look on her face.
"Hi mama!" He greeted her with a wink.
Olivia smiled at him, feeling completely soft at the scene she just witnessed.
"Howdy cowboy." She answered.
Fitz grinned at his old nickname. "We're babysitting?" He asked, walking towards her.
"We're babysitting." Olivia echoed. "Isaac's nanny got some freakish food poisoning, poor thing. Issac is still at a company offsite in San Francisco until tomorrow, so he asked me to take him for today."
Fitz cupped her chin and tipped her lips to his. He placed a soft lingering kiss against her lips while Noah tried to push his face away to separate them. They both smiled into the kiss before pulling apart.
"Hey, that's my woman." Fitz told Noah. "Can I kiss her in peace, Mr. Drool McStuffin?"
Noah responded in kind with more gibberish and claps and drool.
"Umm… excuse you, short pants? That's my girlfriend. Get your own." Fitz argued. Noah clapped his hands together faster and screamed a bunch of blah, blah, blahs. Fitz took offense. "Oh so you think I'm a punk? You can't even fight and you don't have all your teeth." Fitz said seriously.
Noah spat bubbles at him and yelled in response. Their conversation seemed to be escalating by the second.
Fitz raised his eyebrow as if he was pondering Noah's back talk. "Well fine. I'll share but I don't like it." He said. "Sorry I said you don't have teeth, I know you're very sensitive about that." Fitz kissed his cheek. That seemed to calm Noah but not without some last words from the babbling babe. "Alright. So much lip for an eleven month old. I'm sorry. Jeez."
Olivia watched and started to blush so hard, she felt lightheaded. The whole exchange made her weak in the knees. Fitz looked damn good with Noah in his arms and coupled that with the fact that he was equally as warm and engaging with him, Olivia was having some serious baby fever. She couldn't stop herself from imagining him as a father with their babies. So this is what I have to look forward to? The thought gave her goosebumps and melted her heart. He would be an awesome dad someday.
"Did you just lose a fight against an infant?" Olivia teased.
"He's very bossy." Fitz answered with a pout. "You would not believe what he just told me."
"Baby, he can't even talk!" Olivia roared with laughter.
"Says you. Him and I understand each other perfectly." Fitz retorted.
To prove it, Fitz kissed her again and this time, Noah didn't try to slap him or interrupt. He just looked on with curiosity.
"See?" Fitz said in an 'I told you so' tone.
Olivia snorted at the sheer hilarity of it all. Fitz was all too proud of his secret language and understanding with Noah. "I don't even know what to say right now." She shook her head in amusement. "I ordered Indian food for dinner. Should be here soon."
Fitz gently pecked her lips again. "Thank you baby." He smiled. "Are we still doing retro?"
Retro was their little ritual that they did monthly. The ritual was born out of their second date when they answered those questions from The New York Times with each other. Fitz had liked it so much that Olivia suggested they make it a regular thing in their relationship. So for just one night at the end of the month or at the beginning of a new month, they just sat together and… talked about any and every thing.
They both make sure to show up present, authentic and kind. It was a chance for them to sync their calendars, plan dates and fun getaways, communicate honestly and unfilteredly with each other. How are you really doing? What's been on your mind lately? What's working, what's not working? What do you need more of from me? What goals are you working towards and how can I be a supportive partner to you? They often spend a pretty huge chunk of the time complimenting each other and vocalizing the things they appreciate. In the process, they found that they always learn new things about each other as best friends, as lovers but also as individuals. It was a safe space that they mindfully carved out for each other to connect, catch up, and put a pin in the day to day of their often busy lives. This way, they won't miss the big stuff, or the little stuff either while trying to do life.
The only rule to retro is that it is never supposed to serve as a substitute to raise an argument about past conflicts or feelings. And they don't have it if they're actively upset with each other or not feeling their best.
"Up to you, papa." Olivia answered. "We can push out till next week after the opening, if you want?"
Fitz thought about it for a minute. He didn't want them to get into the habit of pushing off important conversations and bonding time in favor of anything else. But he really was tired, and Noah being with them was already abnormal. Skipping out till next week wouldn't hurt. Right?
"You sure?" He asked.
"Yeah." Olivia reassured with a nod. "You're off the hook for one more week, mister."
He kissed her again. "Thank you. It's a date next week, I promise. I love you so much."
Noah protested passionately, as if to say, 'and what about me, huh? Am I a joke to you?'. Both Fitz and Olivia laughed before they sandwiched him into a kiss on his cheeks.
"I love you too." Olivia blushed. "I'll take him so you can go shower. Can I pour you something to drink?"
"Thank you baby." Fitz answered, transferring Noah to her. "Maybe some scotch?"
"You got it, handsome." Olivia said. "I'll bring it in for you."
Olivia watched him saunter down the hall towards their bedroom and took note of the tension and fatigue in his body. Her lips turned down in a frown. She really couldn't wait for the reopening and for his stress load to lessen some. She also started to feel bad because she knew that over the last few weeks, she has definitely contributed to some of the tension in his body. Not on purpose but it was still true. She bounced Noah to the small bar by the kitchen nook and poured Fitz two fingers of scotch. She brought it to him in the shower and let him enjoy his decompression time.
By the time Fitz got out of the shower, dinner had been delivered and Olivia set it up at the kitchen table for them. Everything smelled so good. He walked over to Olivia and kissed her lips. When they pulled away, he winced slightly at the pang he felt in his head. A headache was fast approaching.
Noticing his expression, Olivia caressed his cheek. "Everything okay?"
Fitz nodded. "Yeah. Just a headache."
"Want some Aleve?" Olivia asked, already getting up to go find him some.
Fitz gently urged her to remain seated. "It's okay baby. I honestly think it's just dehydration and hunger. Let's eat."
"Okay." Olivia said reluctantly.
She watched him take a seat next to her and Noah. He served himself some rice, butter chicken, garlic naan and samosas. And then he also filled her plate. Noah immediately reached for a handful of rice, but Olivia was able to stop him before he secured anything between those fists. Instead, she tore off a very small piece of the naan and let him nibble on it, while she took a bite of her samosa. It was buttery, flakey and very flavorful.
"So how was your day, baby?" Fitz asked after a few silent bites.
Olivia looked up at him with a smile. "Pretty good. Picked up this guy from daycare, we spent some time at the zoo, then we went to the mall. We got gelato, we napped. Very fun day for us."
"I'm getting fomo by the minute." Fitz sighed. "I spent all day looking at screens and paperwork. We passed inspection for the smoothie bar though and everyone is certified in all things now."
Olivia leaned over and kissed his lips. "That's great, baby! Congratulations. I can't wait to see how everything came together."
Fitz has invited her to come onsite multiple times but Olivia always declined. She wanted to be surprised at the reopening just like everyone else. She knew he's been working hard and stretching himself way too thin. She couldn't wait to see all his hard work. She couldn't wait to celebrate him and be his biggest cheerleader on opening day.
"Thank you, Livvie. I just want a decent turnout on Saturday." Fitz confessed.
Because he was genuinely worried. What if he closed for too long and people moved on? What if he struggled to get the customers he needed to get a decent ROI on the whole project? What if all these strategy sessions for marketing were shit and no one showed on Saturday? What if he's come this far only to fail? All these thoughts were also contributing to his headache.
"It'll be better than decent. It'll be great!" Olivia said confidently.
Noah fussed in Olivia's lap because he wanted more naan. She tore up another small piece and dipped it in the butter chicken sauce for him. It wasn't spicy so it was safe for him to try it. He ate it up with gusto. Another foodie in the family.
Olivia fed him a tiny piece of chicken, Noah smacked his lips together as he chewed on his front teeth, drooling. "Alrighty then." Olivia mumbled. "Of course you like Indian food. You're an expensive baby."
Fitz laughed, "Don't complain. He's a foodie, just like you."
Olivia playfully rolled her eyes. "No one asked you, sir."
They both dissolved into laughter simultaneously. The rest of dinner continued just as lovely. They finished talking about their day in between bites of delicious Indian takeout. Noah passed out on Olivia's lap, stuffed with greasy lips. Fitz was happy to clean up while Olivia took Noah to the bedroom to get him settled for bed.
Olivia quickly gave Noah a warm sponge bath and changed him into a fresh diaper and a onesie. Then she transferred him to the portable crib she bought for him today at Walmart. All without waking him. Once she was sure that he would stay asleep, she carefully and quietly ducked into the bathroom to brush her teeth and change into a black sheer, lingerie slip dress. She spritzed herself with a fruitier note of perfume; one that Fitz loves, and then gave herself a once-over in the mirror before heading back to the living room to find Fitz. Baby monitor in hand.
She found Fitz sitting on the couch flipping through the streaming apps. It was exactly how she wanted him. Relaxing.
When Fitz saw Olivia he did a doubletake. She was wearing this sheer, black nightgown that hit just over her thighs. There wasn't much left to the imagination. She wore a matching black thong underneath but otherwise, he could see everything. The way her perky tits filled the cups of the gown. The way her perfect ass poked out beneath the mesh. They way her toned abdomen flexed with every nervous breath she took while standing in front of him. The way he couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she looked so fucking perfect. All for him. Goddamn.
All too suddenly, the TV was forgotten as Olivia climbed onto his lap and straddled his legs. He caught a whiff of her perfume and was completely done for. He waited for her next moves patiently.
"I know you're not ready and I'm not trying to have full on sex with you." Olivia explained as she grabbed his face and brought his attention back to her face. He was previously just staring at her boobs. That was a good start. "You're working too much, you're getting headaches now, and your muscles look like they're going to burst from tension. That's not okay with me."
As she spoke to him, she began to rid him of his shirt. Olivia tossed the material to the side and ran her flat palms up Fitz's back. Once she got to his shoulders, she massaged them, dipping her thumbs between his trapezius muscles. She applied just enough pressure and gently massaged from his shoulder blades, up to his neck and scalp. She did that for a few strokes and watched him visibly shut his eyes and allow some tension to roll off him. It was the most relaxed that Olivia has seen him in weeks. She took the opportunity while his eyes were closed to kiss him. It was the most tender feeling of her full lips touching his upper lip and sucking gently before releasing him.
Fitz let out a shuddered sigh. As much as he's been lying to himself, he needed this. The feeling of Olivia massaging the pressure points behind his ears and his neck whilst placing the sweetest kisses over his face made him want to cry. He opened his eyes to watch her because he didn't want to miss a thing. He was in awe of her and completely grateful. She grabbed his trembling hands and placed them exactly where he longed to touch. The weight of her perfect ass in his palms and the feeling of her innocently moving against his crotch sent all the blood in his body flying south.
Once Olivia could feel him between her thighs, she started laying kisses along the slope of his neck while he kneaded her ass. She moaned in his ear. While this really was just for him, her body had missed him too.
"Right now, this isn't about me. It isn't even about us either." She told him. "This is just for you. I want to help you relax. Will you let me?" She whispered.
"Yes." Fitz nodded, going in for a deeper kiss.
His lips were tingling and desperate in the best way. He pulled her closer into him and pressed their lips together. They both moaned and breathed each other in simultaneously before his tongue slipped past her lips and brushed hers in a fleeting embrace. It was barely enough to satisfy either of them, but exactly enough to fan the undeniable need and desire between them. He slithered his tongue inside Olivia's mouth again more determinedly, seeking a union of explosive fireworks and unending passion. And as always, she gave. Her lips moved against his like waves. So smooth and sure and filled with the perfect amount of everything. Want, affection, passion, elegance, choice, love. It was a timeless tango of all the best things all at once and Fitz felt dizzy and completely void of air. Every flicker of her tongue, every moan, every breath, all in perfect synchrony. Fitz was obsessed.
"What do you want?" Olivia asked breathlessly.
"You." Fitz replied, searing his answer with a kiss.
Olivia smiled at him. "You already have me. I'm yours." She teased, licking a path to his ear with the tip of her tongue. "Right now, I want specifics on how to make you feel good. What do you want, papa?"
Fitz growled as he felt his cock twitch in his sweats. He ran his hands over her curves and cupped her breasts. He squeezed them before pulling on her erect nipples. Olivia hissed in pleasure. Soon he dipped his head and drew a nipple in his mouth through the sheer material. Olivia's mouth hung open as she watched him suck her nipples. He used the right amount of teeth to pull and bite and drive her absolutely wild. Her hips were powerless from moving against him. She felt her control slipping quickly and desperately wanted to hold on and redirect to his pleasure. But what she failed to realize is that Fitz felt extreme pleasure when he could make her feel good. When he could taste her, and watch her come undone above him, under him, for him.
"Not about me, remember?" Olivia grabbed his face and mapped the shape of his lips with her index finger. She purposely lingered as she watched his eyes follow her every move. "What do you want?" She asked again.
Fitz slipped down the spaghetti strap of her gown down one shoulder. "Take this off." He said gruffly. "I wanna see your perfect tits."
Head at a tilt, eyebrows arched mischievously, she studied his facial expressions for more. Her lips fell against his tauntingly in a teasing kiss as she climbed off his lap to a standing position. "Is that all, Mr. Grant?" She asked in a sultry tone.
Olivia wanted to maximize every fantasy he had tonight. He deserved that much plus more from her. As she stood in front of him, she watched him try to adjust on the couch but no matter what position he sat in, his throbbing cock seemed to make it impossible to sit still. She pushed her long braids behind her ears then traced a line down her body with her index finger. She let him watch her touch herself. Down her chest, her stomach, above the line where her underwear stopped. She contemplated making him watch her push her fingers inside herself. But he didn't ask for that yet. This was just her wanting to do extra credit, because she was very much a tease and a Fitz pleaser. Instead, she watched him bite down pretty hard on his lips as she teased her clit through her underwear. Her legs shook at the pure carnal look in his blue eyes. She let the soft strings of the dress flirt with her inner thighs, mimicking the feel of her fingers.
She waited for the telltale signs in his body that usually indicated he was done playing into her games. But instead, Olivia felt his transfixed gaze on her intensify. Taking her in, watching her every move. It made her feel sexy, powerful and desired. It was insane how much she has missed being this connected with him. Slowly, she peeled the left strap of the gown. She felt renewed as the material glided down her arm and kissed her skin. Fitz's eyes followed. She let the other strap fall to the same effect and she heard him groan deep in his chest. So fucking sexy.
Fitz sat up and leaned his forearms on his knees. He felt like he was going to lose his fucking mind but yet, he didn't want her to stop. Ever. She was the most sensually beautiful woman he's ever known.
"Let me see them, now Olivia." He spoke hungrily and impatiently.
Olivia smiled. "Your wish, my command." She said, peeling the thin mesh material down to reveal her perky breast. Her nipples pebbled for attention. For his warm mouth, his thick tongue and his magical fingers. She pushed the dress past her waist and let it fall off her in a pile at her feet. She stood before him in only her underwear, looking confidently into his eyes.
Fitz blew out a breath and ran his fingers through his hair. She was unbelievably gorgeous to him.
Fitz stood up from the couch, his dick straining against the fabric of his sweats. He licked his lips as he closed the gap between them in a couple steps. His eyes were filled with lust and silent contemplation before he dipped his head down and captured her lips. He embraced her tightly, squeezing her ass as he swallowed her tongue. His breathing became frantic when he felt her hand slide inside his pants. He moaned into their kiss at the feeling of her dainty little hand wrapped firmly around his cock, stroking him firmly. He was gonna lose his mind if he didn't stop her soon. As unreal as her hand felt on him, stroking his shaft and massaging his balls, he wanted more.
He stilled her hands and pulled away from their kiss. "Not like this." He breathed.
"Okay…" Olivia echoed his frantic breaths with a puzzled expression.
Before she could ask him what he wanted again, Fitz grabbed a plush pillow on the couch and dropped it to the floor. He kissed her again, teasingly nipping her bottom lip.
Without breaking eye contact, "On your knees." He demanded in a husky voice.
Olivia couldn't contain her smile. She felt her knees wobble in excitement. She peppered a trail of kisses across his chest and down his torso as she lowered herself to her knees. She licked the sculpted v-line just above where his sweats stopped. His strained erection poked her chin and she salivated as she looked up at Fitz with a plea. I want it, I want it, I want it!
Fitz slowly slid down his sweats and boxers a few inches at a time. At the first sight of his well groomed pubic hairs, Olivia swallowed hard and flickered her eyes up at him again, silently begging him to speed this unwrapping along. Smirking, Fitz grabbed her chin and leaned down to kiss her lips first before peeling off the layers in one fell swoop. His cock sprang free and his stomach flexed with tension as he watched Olivas's expression.
Olivia looked eager yet apprehensive. At any point he could freak out and decide he still wasn't ready and she wasn't prepared to sob again. Not when this is the furthest they've gotten in weeks. She drooled at the shiny drop of pre-cum leaking from his tip. She licked her lips. God, she's missed him.
"Say hello." Fitz encouraged.
Taking a step closer, he grabbed his shaft and slapped the head of his cock lightly against Olivia's lips. She kissed the tip, tasting his precum. Olivia moaned. Fitz let go and gave her a look of free reign, silently letting her know this was now her show. He was at her mercy.
Finally!
Olivia grabbed him and peppered soft kisses up and down the ridge, covering every inch before she darted her tongue out and flattened the muscle to lick from the base to the tip. Fitz groaned in approval. His sounds spurred Olivia on. Feeling bolder, she sucked the tip in her mouth. No immediate pressure yet. Just the swirling of her tongue, as she sucked him in and out of her mouth like a lollipop.
Fitz looked down at her and felt a sense of possessiveness and awe. He couldn't think of a better sight than her on her knees for him, looking absolutely fierce and breathtaking. Not to mention how amazing her lips felt on him.
"Perfect." He praised her. "So fucking beautiful on your knees for me. Did you miss me, pretty girl?"
Olivia hummed, taking just another inch of him down as a response. Fitz growled.
"Yeah, just like that." He muttered as she began slowly bobbing her head up and down on him while her hands massaged his balls. "Suck harder baby." Olivia sucked him in deeper, applying just the right amount of pressure to make him throw his head back while she scratched her nails up his thighs. "Such a good girl, keep going just like that." She slid her lips down another inch and sucked him in deep and hard, letting her cheek serve as a vacuum around him before pulling back up and releasing him with a pop.
Desperate for more, Fitz's eyes shot open to find hers, wondering why she was stopping.
"I have a request." Olivia said, stroking him firmly as she stared up at him.
"Name it and it's yours." Fitz breathed.
"Don't hold back. Take what you need." She said. "Use me. Fuck my throat."
Fitz bent down and tipped her lips to his to capture her mouth. He wasted no time sucking on her tongue, he tasted himself against her lips. Her words fueled him in a way he didn't think possible. Straightening up again, he wrapped her hair around his fist as he pressed his cock against her lips again.
"Open."
Inch by inch, Olivia took him down her throat and let him possess her mouth in a way that drove both of them crazy. He started out slow, thrusting inside her mouth, feeling the pressure of her lips sucking him in sloppily, deliciously. The visual of his cock disappearing further and further down her throat while she moaned and sank her fingers into his thighs unearthed something within Fitz that made him want to combust. He held her head in place, hitting the back of her throat. The feeling was heavenly and addicting.
"Yes, take it, take it." Fitz moaned. "Fuck. You're gonna make me cum."
His stomach tensed and his jaw tightened as he felt the beginning of his orgasm. Two pumps later, he spilled violently into her mouth and Olivia tried her best to swallow every drop as she tried to catch her breath.
Fitz pulled Olivia up from the ground before collapsing on the couch, legs weak from the aftermath of an explosive release.
He pulled her to sit on his lap, her back to his naked chest. He kissed her cheek, panting heavily.
"You're incredible." Fitz said. "You're okay? I didn't hurt you?"
"I'm okay baby." Olivia grabbed his hand around her waist and entwined their fingers across her chest. He held her tighter and she melted in his arms.
Fitz felt like he was floating on clouds and couldn't erase the smile on his face. He wanted to return the favor. He kissed her neck again and widened her legs on either side of his thighs. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Olivia moaned.
"I wanna taste you too." He whispered. "It's been too long. Gonna let me play with your sweet pussy and eat you out?."
"Yes." Olivia whimpered, agreeing with him.
Fitz claimed her lips and pushed his tongue inside her mouth. He could taste himself on her lips and the way she rolled her tongue inside his mouth too made him moan deliriously. Throughout their short bout of celibacy, he'd forgotten how good it felt to have her this way. So willing and wanting. He couldn't get enough of her.
His hands wandered all over her body and settled on her breasts. He squeezed them roughly and pulled on the nipples. Olivia's moans echoed in her throat and she unceremoniously gyrated on his lap, causing his erection to rise again.
"Fuck, I missed you." Fitz admitted breathlessly.
Olivia smiled against his lips. "Mmm, and I missed you." She moaned at the feeling of Fitz's hand slipping inside her underwear.
Fitz choked on his breath when he felt how wet she was. He glided his middle finger up and down her slit, playing with the moisture while pinching her nipples with his free hand.
"You're so fucking wet." He breathed in her ear, sucking her earlobe. "You get this wet just for me, baby? Sucking my cock and making me cum turns you on?"
His voice in her ear made Olivia feral. She could feel his erection forming against her ass and she was fighting everything inside her not to just slip him in. She wanted to pull her hair and climb out of her skin from the way he was teasing her. And he knew damn well that his filthy words and his talented fingers playing with her was a lethal combo for her. She pushed herself against his hand, aching for more friction but he caught onto what she was doing and stilled her hips with a growl.
"Answer me, Livvie." He bit her neck.
"Ah yes!" Olivia hissed. She felt butterflies take flight in her belly as her whole body shuddered. "Fuck. Baby, yes. I need more. Please."
Fitz grinned as he began rubbing tight circles on her clit. Olivia's whole body stiffened against his and her thighs trembled while quiet, incoherent sobs left her lips. Fitz slipped a finger inside her and felt her walls spasm around him.
"So fucking tight." He cussed.
Shifting their position slightly so he could have a better angle, he threw one of her legs over the back of the couch, while the other hung on his thigh. He had the perfect view. Fitz added another finger and watched as his fingers disappeared inside her only to pull back out with more of her juices glistening his digits. He drew her mouth in a kiss, Olivia bit his lower lip as the tension inside her belly boiled to a tipping point.
"You have such a pretty pussy, baby. I miss the way you feel around me." Fitz murmured. "I miss the way you taste."
Olivia purred, eyes rolling in the back of her head as he continued to skillfully fuck her with his fingers while kissing her, murmuring filthy things to her, and squeezing her boobs. And just when she felt like he was going to take her over the edge, he pulled his fingers out abruptly. Her eyes popped open widely and she started to tear up.
"No, no, no! W-why?" Olivia cried. "Fitz, please!"
Fitz removed the grip he had on her breasts and wiped her fallen tears. He kissed her forehead and shushed her while rubbing small circles on her clit again. "Please what?" He whispered in her ear.
Olivia pouted as she looked into his eyes. He was truly an evil man sometimes. He already had her begging, and yet he still wanted her to spell it out for him.
"Please make me cum." Olivia pleaded softly.
Fitz removed his hand from her core and brought it up to her lips. He smeared his pussy-coated fingers across her lips before prying her mouth open and thrusting the two fingers into her mouth. He watched as she tasted herself and moaned. Her tongue flickered between the crevices of each finger, licking both, one at a time. Fitz was so fascinated and jealous and totally fucking turned on.
When she finished wiping his fingers clean of her essence, he grinned at her. "You taste good?" He asked.
"Yes." Olivia licked her tongue over her lips.
Fitz growled. "My turn."
Thursday
Olivia was sitting in bed, feeding her online shopping addiction when Fitz got home. She looked up from her laptop at the sound of his footsteps walking into the room. Immediately, she pouted when she saw how exhausted he looked. The day had done another number on him. She shut the laptop and placed it in the bedside drawer.
"Aww papa, come here." She beckoned him into bed with her.
Fitz wasted no time toeing his shoes off and stripping out of his clothes. He crawled in between her thighs and settled his head on her chest.
"Hi." Olivia peppered his whole face with kisses before finally touching her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss.
Fitz moaned blissfully and wrapped his arms around her torso. "Today sucked." He sighed against her lips.
"My poor baby. I'm sorry." Olivia caressed his cheek and kissed his nose. "What do you need?"
"Just this." Fitz answered. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her divine scent. "Tell me about your day. I missed you all day."
Olivia massaged his scalp and his temple and the pressure points behind his ears as she told him about the mundane things she did with her summer day. She kissed his forehead and rubbed his back; the tip of her acrylic nails creating this incredibly soothing and heavenly feeling which completely relaxed him. When she looked down at Fitz again, he was knocked out against her chest.
Using some footwork, Olivia lifted the duvet over them and clapped the lights off.
Friday
Fitz was proud. Even though this whole week had nearly sucked all strength and energy out of him, it was all worth it. He didn't think there was anything more he could do. This was the last stretch. If he tried to make things more perfect, he would give himself a panic attack.
He ordered takeout for his entire staff and they ate lunch together before he sent everyone home for a restful afternoon before the big event tomorrow. He needed all hands on deck and for everyone to be sharp tomorrow.
Once he finished running payroll for next week, he locked up and headed out for his errands. He stopped at the florist and picked up a pre-ordered, luxurious bouquet of fresh flowers consisting of pink and peach Gerbera daisies, light pink roses, carnations and accents of greenery and foliage. He then went to Trader Joe's and completed the grocery list on his and Olivia's synced notes. In addition to the usual staples, he stocked up on snacks, beer and wine.
He got home around 3pm. Olivia wasn't home because she was with Abby finalizing items for Cece's surprise engagement party, which was set to take place in mid June. He took advantage of the free apartment to shower and decompress. After his long shower, he dressed in boxers, cracked open a cold beer and parked himself in front of the couch to play some video games.
When Olivia got home at 7pm from a very long day of socializing, she found Fitz in bed, asleep. She stripped down to her underwear and climbed on top of his back. She kissed his cheek and scratched his scalp to wake him. Slowly he stirred awake and smiled widely as he registered her presence.
Fitz rolled her off his back so he could turn to see her face. He pulled her towards him and kissed her lips sweetly.
"You're home." Fitz smiled. "How's my girl?"
"Exhausted." Olivia whined. Harrison had added her on a groupchat with Cece's close friends and families back in London to coordinate to coordinate flights, transport and hotels for fifteen people was a full time job. Cece was lucky she loved her. "Mind you, this is only the engagement party. My brain is fried from coordinating international flights and approving menus. The whole thing is making me realize that we're totally gonna have to elope."
"Are you crazy? We can't elope, babe." Fitz snorted nervously. "Your mom would kill us both?"
Olivia still found it absolutely hilarious how Fitz was secretly terrified of her mother. He was a golden boy. Her mother loved him dearly, and has never given him a reason to fear but he preferred to err on the safe side always. It was totally endearing, but Olivia loved to tease him about it.
"Man, buck up!" Olivia cackled.
Fitz tsked, not falling for her attempt at goading him. "And be on your mom's bad side forever? No thank you!" He said.
Olivia chuckled. "She's five feet tall. You'll be alright."
"You tell her that then." Fitz smirked. "I don't wanna be disowned. Good luck to you."
Olivia squinted at him and sucked her teeth in. "Low blow dude. Just low and wrong."
"Eh, she's only five feet tall. You'll be alright." Fitz teased, stealing a quick kiss.
Olivia rolled her eyes, failing to contain her smile. "Well played."
"Besides," Fitz twirled her braids around his fingers, "I don't want to elope? I plan on being a total groomzilla."
Olivia blushed as a smile stretched across her lips. "Oh yeah?"
Any time they talked about their future together, she dissolved into goo. She couldn't believe the year she's had with Fitz by her side. From her shining knight almost a year ago at Mike's pub, to being her best friend, and then quickly realizing he was actually her soulmate and falling in love with him. It was surreal to have it this good. He made her heart thump and melt whenever he talked about making her his wife. In her heart, she truly already was, but she knew she would look damn good in a wedding dress for him. The day couldn't come soon enough.
"Yup!" Fitz emphasized. "I plan on doing this only once. I want to share the whole experience with you." He said.
Tears pooled behind Olivia's eyes at his sentiments. He wanted to participate in planning their wedding someday. How fucking cute was that?
"Really?" She asked.
Fitz nuzzled his nose against her face before kissing her cheek. "And miss the opportunity to pick out silverware and do a hundred cake tastings with you? Not a chance."
Olivia's lips poked out in a cute pout. He was gonna make her cry. "Baby…"
"No crying allowed." Fitz tickled her, causing her to squirm on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her smiling lips. "Also, I wanna rub how lucky I am in everyone's face that you chose me to be yours. That's probably the main reason too if I'm being completely honest."
"Ah, of course." Olivia vibrated with laughter. "You're shameless."
"Well yeah. I'm too young to feel shame." Fitz said seriously.
Olivia tittered. "Well, consider me onboard. No pressure at all; whenever you're ready."
Fitz winked at her. "Ma'am, yes ma'am."
"Okie." Olivia straddled his lap and looked into his eyes. She pecked his lips "I need a shower. Wanna do facials and watch terrible reality TV shows in bed?"
"Hell yea." Fitz nodded excitedly. "You hungry?" He didn't even wait for an answer before adding, "I'll make a charcuterie board while you shower."
"Mmm… I love you!" Olivia declared.
Fifteen minutes later, Olivia was out of the shower and applied her expensive avocado face mask over her face thoroughly. She called Fitz to the bathroom once she was done doing her face.
"Your turn." She told him while trying her fluffy robe in a knot.
Fitz stood in front of her and leaned against the sink. Olivia passed him a thick, fluffy headband to tame his hair back.
"It's pink and it has a bow, Livvie." Fitz complained.
Olivia rolled her eyes and searched through the bathroom drawer for her black Nike headband. She handed it to him. He took it and turned to face the mirror to put it on. Once he was done, he turned back to face Olivia. She reached up and tucked the headband back further so she doesn't get it dirty. She couldn't resist sliding her fingers through his hair in the process.
"I have to cut them soon, by the way." Fitz warned.
Olivia pouted in protest as she began applying the cold, green clay to his face with a silicone brush. "You hate me." She deadpanned. "Cause why else would you be cutting them?"
"A homeless man tried to give me a tin can, and a cardboard sign to join him the other day." Fitz answered.
Olivia burst out into laughter. He was totally exaggerating and she knew it. "That did not happen!"
Fitz laughed with her. "Did too. True story." He fibbed. "Totally hurt my feelings."
Olivia finished applying the mask to his entire face in less than five minutes. She washed her brush and her hands before pushing Fitz out of the bathroom and following behind him.
On the bed was a wooden board filled with fruits, nuts, cheeses and crackers. On the nightstand, two cans of Spindrift sparkling water stood on coasters. Olivia felt her knees go weak. She would never get over how well this man took care of her.
"Looks great baby." She complimented.
They both climbed on the bed and sat crisscross, facing each other. It was a scene straight from sixteen candles. Olivia reached for a slice of mango and popped the sweet fruit in her mouth. The juices burst on her tongue and she moaned with gusto.
As they waited for the mask to dry out, they ate and talked. Fitz filled her in about his day. His excitement about the reopening tomorrow was contagious. Olivia couldn't wait to see.
"What's the tea on Stephen these days? Is he dating anyone?" Olivia asked randomly.
She was fishing for info of course. She had begged Abby to come to the gym and help out tomorrow but the redhead refused. Olivia had to stoop as low as bribing and guilt tripping. "For Fitz," she'd said. "This is important to him, so it's important to me. He needs all the hands he can get. I'll get you the stupid bread maker you've been talking my ears off about."
But unfortunately Fitz was onto her.
"Baby. What are you scheming and plotting?" Fitz asked.
"Nothing." Olivia responded too quickly.
"Spill woman. Now!" Fitz stared at her unblinkingly.
"This is your fault anyways!" Olivia complained.
Fitz cackled. "Oh I can't wait to hear this…"
Olivia pouted at his teasing. "You ruined me." She told him. "You ruined me and now I'm in love, damn it! So selfishly, I want everyone around me to be in love too." She explained further. "She's my best friend, baby. I want her to be happy too. Stephen made her happy. She just got scared, and she did something stupid that she very much regrets. But I know if given the chance to make it right, she'll try."
Fitz took a deep breath and hung his head back. He really wanted no part of this. But he also had it on good authority that Stephen was in a rut ever since shit had gone awry between him and Abby, and he's been miserable. But that wasn't for him to fix. And yet, here he was. He hated how quick he folded when it came to Olivia.
"Fineee." He huffed. "But if this backfires, I don't wanna hear it. I had nothing to do with it."
Olivia rolled her eyes and grinned mischievously. "Don't be chicken." She taunted. "Spill sucka! Let's play Cupid!"
Fitz chuckled lightly. "Okay. She really hurt him, but I'm like ninety percent sure he's still pinning. He's not as upset as he was in January. He felt bad about your party. He's asked about her a few times since. There may still be a chance."
"Yes!" Olivia shouted. She leaned over the board and lightly pecked Fitz's lips, careful not to transfer any of the face mask in his mouth. "I just need a window of opportunity. Can we pair them up somehow tomorrow?"
Fitz nodded. "He's teaching a HIIT workout in the afternoon. It's up to you to convince her to co-captain."
"Perfect!" Olivia squealed, clapping her hands together. "Ah! I can't wait. This is gonna be so fun."
They were supposed to be watching reality TV. Not making one of their own.
"Oy vey." Fitz sighed.
Saturday
Fitz woke up to his six-thirty alarm feeling somewhat rested. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and shuffled out of bed to relieve his bladder. As he walked to the bathroom, he stretched tall on his toes and yawned; rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He turned the bathroom lights on and closed the door behind him. He put the toilet seat up and aimed for the bowl as his stream began to flow out of him.
After he used the toilet, he flushed, put the seat down and then turned on the shower. Once the water was warm enough, he stepped in and welcomed the new day.
Today was important to him. He repeated his affirmations in his head. You took a chance. You were brave. You prepared. Everything will go your way.
Ten minutes later, he stepped out of the shower and brushed his teeth, gelled his hair and used Olivia's iced eye roller under his eyes before applying sunscreen moisturizing lotion. Before he met Olivia, thorough skincare was not something he gave much afterthought to. Skincare used to be a bar of Irish Spring soap and he was none the wiser about dry skin and under eye bags and circles. But these days, he was making more of an effort. Olivia usually forced a whole skincare routine on him every week, and now he was a changed man with all the stuff she bought for him to use. It took some getting used to but there was no denying the results. He looked like he slept in a freezer and his skin was always glowing.
After finishing up in the bathroom, he walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Olivia was still asleep. He had the impression that she could sleep through a natural disaster. He walked to her side of her bed and sat at the edge.
"Mama, time to wake up." He stroked her back and kissed her lips repeatedly.
She kissed him back. "What time is it?" Olivia mumbled.
"Almost seven." He answered. "I'm gonna make coffee. You want your tea?"
"Yes." Olivia nodded. "Can I have one of the pastry puffs too?"
"Okie dokes." Fitz said.
He began to stand up but Olivia pulled him back.
"Today's gonna be great." She said, matter of fact.
Fitz smiled lightly, grateful for her vote of confidence. He wasn't too sure though. "Okay." He echoed.
Olivia sat up and reached for his face. She caressed his fresh face and kissed his lips gently. Then she leaned her head against his as she looked into his eyes. "Say it."
"Today's gonna be great." Fitz repeated.
"Again. Like you mean it, this time." Olivia poked his ribs. He squirmed, and she smiled.
Fitz felt his smile brighten and widen across his lips. "Today's going to be fucking great!" He said more confidently.
"That's more like it!" Olivia cheered. "I love you and I'm proud of you, baby. This is only the beginning."
Fitz embraced her in a tight hug. It meant a lot to him. And even if today turned out to be shit, he knew he already succeeded. She believed in him. The rest would follow.
He pulled away and kissed her lips one final time. Lingering for a bit longer. "Thank you, baby. I love you so much."
Olivia took a quick shower and readied herself while Fitz made them a light breakfast to go. Once she was dressed — clad in black yoga pants, training shoes and a Nike half zip , she went to find Fitz. He was sitting at the kitchen nook enjoying his coffee in his gray yeti tumbler.
He's packed her a pastry puff with some cut up fruit and tea to go.
"You're the best." She sampled her tea and hummed. Delicious as usual. "Vamonos?"
"Si." Fitz grabbed his key and off they went.
Olivia ate her breakfast in the car while they cruised freely through the semi empty roads. In no time they were in Brooklyn and in the parking lot.
It was 7:45. The doors needed to be opened by 9:00am.
He got out of the car and opened Olivia's door for her. Together, they walked towards the doors of the gym. He disabled the alarms from his phone before putting the keys through the locks. As soon as he walked in, all the automatic lights turned on, revealing all the new changes and updates he'd made.
"Wow!" Olivia said in awe. "Fitz, this is incredible!" She turned in circles and her eyes shimmered as she glanced at the new renovations.
Every new addition took her breath away. On the first floor, the boxing ring was still the star of the room. Then there was the smoothie bar station with the menu on full display written in colorful chalk on the black board. Off to the side there were two fully stocked vending machines. Behind the reception desk, there was new GetFit swag hanging against the wall. A few feet past the check in desk there was a large room with a sign — yoga studio, down the hall from that was the mini playground room for parents who wanted to drop off their children while they prioritized themselves for a few hours. It would also serve for employees as well when they couldn't find childcare.
Then as she made her way upstairs, she saw the CrossFit section, decorated with green turf and motivational words painted against the main walls. New TVs. New ropes, yoga mats, squat racks, benches, etc. On the opposite end of the floor, there were rows of cardio machines as well as the express 30-minute workout section filled with new machines and other fitness equipment.
It truly was wonderful. The new paint and the new lights definitely elevated the atmosphere. Olivia had no notes. Everything was perfect.
"Ace, this is wonderful! Baby you did all that."
"I had help." Fitz said humbly.
"Take a load off, kid. You did that shit. Own it." Olivia urged.
Fitz laughed. "Fine. It's pretty freaking great isn't it?" He smiled. "It was your idea. We did this."
"Oh stop it. Don't make me blush!" Olivia giggled. "Let's go back downstairs. I want to make a sign and put it on the easel outside."
They went back downstairs and Fitz turned on the computers at the front desk and gave Olivia the markers she asked for to write on the white board.
While Olivia worked on the board, Fitz printed out flyers and went around tidying some stuff until some of his workers started showing up. He introduced Olivia to all the new employees as they walked in. Teddy was the most excited to see Olivia. He had a secret crush on her. He'd been begging Fitz to train him and since he was old enough to obtain a work permit, Fitz had decided to hire him part time to help at the front desk and get him exposed to the environment first before turning him into a bodybuilder.
Stephen came in not too long after bearing donuts and coffee for everyone on staff. He saw Olivia and decided to face her head on with an overdue apology.
"Hi Liv."
"I have a bone to pick with you." Olivia said as she pulled Stephen into a hug. "I thought we were friends?"
"We are!" Stephen laughed. "I'm sorry about your party. I fucked up."
"Water under the bridge." Olivia said. "But you do owe me dinner. Fitz and I will host and you'll bring me a very expensive bottle of wine."
"Fair enough." Stephen agreed. "Let me know the time and date."
"Great. Now help me put this board outside." Olivia demanded.
Olivia looked at her colorful handwriting. It read: GetFit with us and try out samples from our new smoothie bar for free!
"Genius." Stephen said.
Before they knew it, it was 9 o'clock and Fitz officially opened the doors to customers. The first hour was a little slow. A few returning members trickled in, marveling at the space. Some opted to just explore while others were assisted by an associate on the floors. Lots of senior citizens came through for the 9:30 "stretch and move" class and they stayed for an after refreshment at the smoothie bar.
Fitz loved how it was also a space to socialize. He flagged Charlie who set up a few tables and chairs around for people to sit and enjoy their shakes and smoothies.
By eleven, the crowd started picking up a lot more. There were a few parents who showed up with little kids. Olivia kept the kids entertained as she built activities and stations for them to play safely. Around noon, the crowd of customers tripled! There were lots of high school students coming through as well. Fitz had partnered up with some of the public schools in the borough. Teenagers 16 and up could work out for free with a school ID. He figured it was a really good way to give back to the community somehow and keep kids active and off the streets.
Music was blasting, people were networking and working out. It was high energy all around. The sign that Olivia had put outside got the attention of curious goers who were in the plaza for other stores. Some came just for the smoothies and asked a bunch of questions.
The girl behind the smoothie bar was charismatic and had excellent customer service. She explained that the produce was locally sourced — farm to table. Which made the fruits and veggies juicier and healthier. She mentioned that they were also big on free waste and composting. People tended to eat that stuff up. People liked knowing they were doing their part. Fitz had clearly trained her well. The girl gave out some free samples. In the end, new people signed up for memberships. Hook, line, sinker.
Harrison and Cece showed up mid afternoon to support. And shortly after, Abby walked in too. Fitz was overwhelmed with gratitude for their support.
Cece hugged Fitz, Olivia and Abby then headed straight for the smoothie bar. There was something on the menu that sparked interest.
Meanwhile Harrison stayed behind to chat with Fitz.
"Holy shit dude, this is too dope." Harrison said. "How the hell do we sign up?"
"Teddy can help you." Fitz answered.
Abby hugged Fitz. "This is impressive. Congrats. Looks busy!"
"Yup. Thanks for coming." Fitz smiled. He found Olivia's eyes and she nodded at him. "Do it" she mouthed. He squinted at her. That was not the plan. She was supposed to nudge Abby to help out with the class. She shrugged. He flipped her the finger. She laughed at him.
"Would love it if you could help me set up the studio for the HIIT class at 3? We're getting a lot of new signups online." Fitz said.
"Sure. Whatever you need." Abby nodded nervously.
The redhead's eyes were searching for a certain Scottish man. But Stephen was on the second floor, training someone.
Neither knew the plans that had been set in motion to reconnect the two.
Outside, Edison sat in his car and watched as people come and go from the successful reopening at the fitness center. He watched Olivia Pope smile and laugh with strangers and friends. He stared at the revolver on his lap and his demons mocked him. She's laughing at you, coward. Kill her already. Kill them all.