"What if I don't want to go to sleep?" she asked coyly.
He had made his way onto the bed, and she was crawling towards him.
"Are you sure you don't want to? Because I've waited way too long to finally taste you, and I must say that I'm addicted. My addiction will only get stronger once I have you."
Olivia paused at those words, a look of uncertainty passing across her face.
"I'm a possessive guy, Olivia. I won't try to control you, but you will be mine." He looked at her for a full minute. "Do you understand?"
Olivia had to admit, the thought excited her, immensely so. She wasn't sure what to do. Fitz didn't seem like he had much more patience for her indecisiveness; the thought of him losing interest in her scared her more than being with him did.
Fitz wanted her so badly, but he needed her to want him just as much. He didn't doubt that she wanted him; he doubted that she had really admitted it to herself.
"This is what's going to happen: First thing Monday morning, I want to see you in my office with an add/drop form, secondly, I want you to let go for tonight. Don't question us, just go with it. Worry about everything later."
As he spoke to her, he took the shirt he gave her off. He had stripped down to his boxers. He changed his mind. She could sleep later.
"I thought—"
"Quiet," he told her, before kissing her.
He used his body to push her onto her back underneath him. He tried to break the kiss so he could take in the sight of her naked body, but she grabbed a fistful of his curls, refusing to let him move. He put his weight on one arm, freeing the other so his hand could roam freely. His tongue mimicked the way he kissed her core earlier. She groaned, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. Her core was dripping wet and soaking through his boxers. He was so turned on pre-cum started to leak out of his tip, adding to her moisture. Fitz moved down to her neck, he loved how smooth her skin felt under his lips and the way she moaned every time he bit or sucked on her skin.
Olivia released his hair, pushing both hands inside his boxers to push him closer into her. The friction from him rubbing up against her was driving her insane. As soon as Fitz realized what she wanted he raised his head to watch her face as he forcefully thrust his hips against her. Her neck arched causing her head to tilt back as her lips parted.
"Oh God," she managed to get out as her second orgasm of the night washed over her. It usually took a lot to get her this worked up, at least in her limited experience.
He waited for her to settle down. Smirking, he asking, "Are you sure you don't need a little break?"
She just shook her head no. The anticipation was killing her at this point. She hurriedly pushed his boxers down, using her feet to help kick them off when she could no longer reach them with her hands.
"That night—the way you pressed your body up against mine—I kept imagining how perfect your breasts would look."
Eyeing her breasts, he licked a path from the hollow of her neck down the center of her chest. He didn't know which breast he wanted to taste first. He took the left one into his mouth, teasing her nipple with his tongue. She pressed his head closer. He lightly grazed her with his teeth before gently biting down. She gasped and he licked away the sting. He alternated between both breasts until he felt her wetness coating his length.
She couldn't control her hips anymore. It was like their first time dancing all over again. She ached to feel his mouth on her most sensitive spot again.
He was having a hard time concentrating when she moved her hips the way she did. He wanted to kiss her all over, but he needed to be inside of her right then.
With one more swivel of her hips, his tip accidentally slid in. All movement ceased between the two. His ears were a deep red as he bit his lip. His eyes closed. She felt like heaven to him.
Without a word, he thrust all the way in, taking both of their breaths away. He grabbed her hands, interlocking their fingers and placing their joined hands on either side of her head.
"Look at me," he commanded. His voice was unbelievably deep. He watched her visibly shiver. As soon as their eyes connected he started to move in and out of her, slowly.
Her body's grip on him was pleasurably tight.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You are mine." He enunciated each word with a thrust.
"Yes, yours."
With those words he quickened his pace. Rising up on his arms, he looked between their bodies, watching his penis disappear inside of her.
"Fuck. Look at us, sweet baby. So fucking perfect."
The sight that greeted her made her cum unexpectedly. Fitz almost collapsed on top of her when he felt her walls grip him. But he never stopped thrusting. He sat up, partially pulling her up with him so that she was now straddling his lap but leaning back at an angle. He used his forearm to support her. The position allowed him to hit her spot over and over and she came twice more. Her body was limp afterwards.
He released his hold on her and she flopped back onto the bed. But he wasn't done yet. He gently rolled her over onto her stomach. He ran his hand up and down her smooth back, admiring the contrast in their skin tones. He admired the curve of her spine, the way her back dipped made him want to pour caramel in and lick it out. He leaned down, starting at the small of her back and kissing his way up until he was stretched out over her. Moving her hair to the side, he sucked her earlobe into his mouth as he entered her from the back.
"Fitz, I c—"
"You can. You will."
He took his time until they climaxed together.
He rolled over onto his back, out of breath and finally temporarily satisfied.
They were both exhausted and fell asleep as they were.
When Olivia woke up the next morning, she felt out of place but didn't open her eyes. That's when she realized she wasn't in her bed. She couldn't remember if she went home with Harrison or not, but she prayed that she didn't.
Her body started to tingle like someone was watching her. Like he was watching her.
Oh God, what did I do last night?
She cautiously stretched out her arm. He was watching her with an amused expression on his face.
"You aren't dreaming."
She finally opened her eyes, moving her hair out of the way to look at his face. She couldn't believe anyone could look this good in the morning. His hair was perfectly messy, a style she's seen plenty of guys attempt and fail miserably at achieving and he did it without even trying to. His blue eyes seemed brighter and bluer than usual.
"Oh," she said. She sat up, not knowing what else to do. She had never done anything like this before. She felt awkward.
"Should I go home now?" she asked.
"Only if you want to, but you're welcome to hang out here for as long as you want."
He wanted her there with him. He liked waking up next to her and watching her sleep. He was starting to get nervous the longer she sat there looking at him. He couldn't tell what was on her mind. She abruptly got up, gathering her clothes.
"Can you take me home?" she asked.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay?" He hoped she'd change her mind.
She shook her head no as she continued to get dressed.
He didn't say anything as he got up. She was so caught up in trying to get dressed she didn't notice him walking towards her. He stopped right behind her, close enough to whisper in her ear but not quite touching her.
"You could at least feed me breakfast before you go," he whispered, licking under her ear.
She didn't know what he was talking about.
Just then he spun her body around to face him. She stared at him, confused. Slowly, so she knew his intentions, he lowered himself onto his knees in front of her. Using both hands, he pushed her skirt up. She watched as he used his teeth to pull down her panties. He helped her step out of them and tossed them on his bed. Grabbing her thighs to support her, he inhaled the scent of her arousal. He nudged her with his nose and some of her essence coated the tip of his nose.
He released one of her legs, dragging his finger up and down her slit. Her breath caught in her throat. He watched her eyes close. His tongue replaced his finger. He ate her out like a man possessed, pushing his tongue inside of her until he felt her hot liquid on his tongue.
It took her a minute to collect herself. When she tried to move to get her underwear he stopped her.
"Leave those here. They're mine."
She just nodded and pulled her skirt back down. She still wanted to go home and told him as much. He wasn't sure what else to do but to take her home.
He was lost in his thoughts as he drove her home. He paid enough attention to listen to her directions and navigate the streets he wasn't familiar with. Other than that, he was mentally absent from the car ride.
When he pulled up to her place he turned off car and turned to face her. He grabbed her hand before she could move.
"I don't regret last night or this morning, and I hope you don't either. It was incredible. And Liv?" Her eyes were on their joined hands but she looked up. "I meant every word I said."
She felt her insides tingle as she remembered everyway in which he made her his. She was still sore, deliciously so.
"I won't let you go." She could hear the promise in his words.
"I know." She gave him a small smile, pulling her hand away. "I'll see you Monday." She moved to get out of the car but he stopped her. Pulling her face close to his, he kissed her senseless. She could taste herself on his tongue as she tried to suppress her moans. He ended the kiss, leaving her in a daze. She got out of the car and walked into her building.
"Monday," he said to no one in particular, before pulling off. He prayed things went up between them from this moment on.
As soon as Liv walked in her apartment, she leaned back against the door with a dreamy smile on her face.
Abby's voice startled her, pulling her from her thoughts. "Olivia Carolyn Pope! You nasty little thing, you got some last night didn't you?"
Olivia ignored her, walking to her room. Abby wasn't the least bit deterred.
"Helloooo. Did he dick you down or nah?" Abby asked, sitting on Liv's bed.
"Why does it matter whether he did or not?"
"Oh my gosh, he did?" Abby squealed. "It matters because you've been in denial about wanting him and you've finally accepted the fact that his dick was just what the doctor ordered. Am I right or am I right?"
"Abby, calm down," Olivia said, laughing.
"So how was it? I want details. Did he do you from wall to wall? The way he was all on you at the club I'm surprised you didn't jump hump him outside the club. Please tell me you guys made it to the house?"
"Will you stop with the 20 questions?" Olivia couldn't get an answer in if she wanted to.
"Okay, okay. Now dish!"
As soon as Fitz got back home he immediately felt the lack of Liv's presence. He exhaled loudly, running his hands through his hair. He was feeling antsy. Making love to her was everything he hoped it would be. She was in his blood now. He hoped he didn't scare her by telling her he was possessive, but he was. He couldn't help it. Usually he could control it but something about her made him want to make sure the world knew she was off limits and his.
He walked into his kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. Just then he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. It was Andrew.
He knew Andrew witnessed most of what went down last night at the club between him and Olivia and was sure to have some questions. But what could he tell Andrew that wouldn't be incriminating? He knew better to get involved with a student but she technically wasn't his student when he met her and he was sure that if she hadn't run away he would've known she was in his class.
He ignored Andrew's call, opting to text Liv instead.
FG: I can still taste you on my tongue. I bet if my smell my pillow, it'll still smell like you too.
He doubted she was going to respond, so he was pleasantly surprised when his phone vibrated and her name popped up.
OP: I miss you too…