A/N: Another short-sweet Olitz that is very much rated Mature. Enjoy!

Fitz and Olivia were spending a cozy winter night at their secluded cabin, wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence. After an intimate dinner, Fitz had one more surprise—a game with his homemade gourmet chocolates. He delighted in the idea of watching Olivia savor each decadent piece, fascinated by her reactions as the rich flavors melted on her tongue.

With the door closed, the world outside ceased to exist. The barriers they held up for others fell away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered selves they reserved for each other. Every touch between them felt magnetic, and instinctual, drawing them closer with each breath. In moments like this, Fitz could lose himself in the simple act of being near her, the rest of the world fading away.

"Close your eyes," Fitz murmured, his voice soft yet commanding, his lips curling into a playful grin.

Olivia raised a brow but complied, trusting him completely as she closed her eyes. "You're not going to mess with me, are you?"

Fitz chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Just trust me," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She playfully hummed the Jeopardy theme, making him laugh before he leaned in, cradling her face in his hands. "Open your mouth," he instructed, his voice now deeper, filled with anticipation.

"Alright," Olivia relented, her lips parting slightly, her heart racing. Fitz placed a delicate piece of chocolate between her lips, the soft texture mingling with the heat of her breath. As soon as the rich flavor hit her tongue, Olivia let out a soft moan of approval.

"Mmm..." she murmured, her reaction sending a wave of warmth through Fitz. He watched her, utterly captivated by the way she savored the chocolate. Her lips were soft, and inviting, and the way they moved with pleasure stirred something deep inside him.

"Raspberry truffle," he whispered, his eyes tracing the delicate curve of her neck as she tilted her head back, eyes still closed. "Do you like it?"

"It's perfect," she breathed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "The sweetness, the tartness... it's like a kiss." She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with a tenderness that made his heart skip a beat.

Fitz's hand slid down her arm, his fingers lightly brushing her skin, each touch electric. "I've got more," he teased, reaching for another piece of chocolate.

One by one, he fed her the gourmet treats, each bite filled with a quiet intimacy that seemed to heighten their connection. Olivia's responses—soft sighs, gentle laughs, murmured words of pleasure—were like music to Fitz's ears. It wasn't just about the chocolate anymore; it was the way her body responded to him, the way her breath hitched when his fingers grazed her lips.

As the last piece of chocolate melted in her mouth, Olivia slowly opened her eyes, her gaze soft and full of desire. "You always know how to surprise me," she whispered, her hand reaching up to touch his face.

Fitz leaned in, brushing his lips over hers, the sweetness of the chocolate lingering between them. The kiss was slow, unhurried, as though time had stopped for them. Outside, the snow fell quietly, blanketing the world in silence, while inside, their warmth radiated, filling the room with an almost palpable energy.

When they finally pulled apart, Fitz's thumb caressed the corner of her mouth, wiping away a trace of chocolate. "You're everything to me, Liv," he whispered, his voice hushed, reverent.

Olivia smiled, her eyes sparkling with affection. "And you, Fitz, are my everything."

Their kiss deepened, the playful teasing giving way to something more urgent, more profound. Fitz's hands found their way beneath her shirt, his fingers tracing her skin as Olivia arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively to his.

They moved together effortlessly, the rhythm of their breath matching the crackling of the fire nearby. As they lay intertwined, their connection felt stronger than ever—each touch, each kiss, each whispered word a promise of the love they shared.

"Now I want to taste you Liv," He said, not waiting for permission.

Fitz coaxed her onto her back, settling between her thighs as they cradled his waist lovingly. With one hand he lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down, the other pressed into the flesh where the curve of her bottom met her thigh. Her dark eyes seized his adoringly as she reached with her fingers to touch his face.

His body felt like a live wire that only responded to pleasure, every part of him was aware and sexually heightened. She breathed deeply as he probed at her sex with his tongue; and rolled her hips instinctively, her legs parting wantonly. He lapped at her, purring contently, his thumbs drawing circles around her hipbones. She shivered and whimpered as he increased his pressure and her eyes rolled back with her pleasure when he pressed onto that little bundle of nerves. Her eyes rolled away from the ceiling and down to him as he moved minimally again.

"Damn Liv, you are sweeter than anything I could ever make," He nuzzled into her navel kissing the soft flesh above her center. She smiled despite her dark thoughts, tilting her head as she watched the dim light play with the shades of his hair. She ruffled it back so she could see his face more as he trailed kisses across her stomach.

He nipped at the curve of her hip, his hands grasping around her thighs. With one last flick of his tongue, Fitz hoisted himself up, coming to hover above her with his hands firmly planted on the bedding at each side of her head. His eyes were dark and stormy and he rumbled deep in his chest when she caressed the sides of his face and pulled him down for a kiss. He acquiesced, allowing her to tug at his lower lip with her teeth before she licked and teased slowly, mewling like a cat, the touch of her fingers feather-light and warm. Olivia felt the tight heat coiling low in her belly and she was on the edge of losing it.

"Oooohhhh, Fitz!" Olivia pleaded, pouting prettily as he slowed their ecstasy to a maddening pace. He lowered his head to her breasts and licked her nipples before sucking one into his mouth greedily.

He let out a primal groan as he slowly entered her.

"Fuck Liv," he ground against her, hitting her clit and moving against it, and she screamed his name as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless.

With every thrust, he sucked on her nipple harder, and Olivia couldn't get enough. She was tossing her head from side to side and bucking against him despite his pinning her hips into the mattress.

"Yes!" Olivia cried out at the deeper penetration. She was moaning uncontrollably as he fucked her without pause, and Fitz growled deep in his throat. She sobbed and came hard and fast, her pussy clenching around his cock that continued to thrust with speed forcing her tits to bounce enticingly all the while. Olivia let out a long and satisfied sigh as she came repeatedly, riding wave after wave of pleasure.

Fitz's cock throbbed and his chest felt tighter than ever as he gazed at the object of his deepest affection. He was quickly losing control, and Olivia was once more nearing the precipice of bliss. He looked into her eyes and sat up and began lifting her petite body onto his cock, pumping again and again. Olivia cried out and grabbed a fist full of hair, threading her fingers through his dark curly hair as he spilled into her pussy with a few powerful throbs. The only thing that could be heard in the room was heavy breathing. Their shared high from having just made love was so intense that every gentle meeting of their flesh glistened with delight.

After their breathing had calmed slightly, Olivia collapsed on his chest and Fitz wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. She tugged at his hair so he would look at her, and when he did, she could feel in her mind and heart every word that swam in his eyes. With a deep breath, Fitz pierced her eyes with his, an unasked question in them. Olivia nodded, also needing no words between them.