They watched him leave, neither moving. Seeing Andrew reminded Fitz of his conversation with Cyrus earlier. He didn't want to think of his relationship as a problem, but he knew it might inevitably become one.

"So, dinner…" Olivia said. She wanted to focus on feeding herself before they talked about anything else.

"Sorry about Andrew," Fitz said. "I forgot I'd given him a key to my place in case he ever ended up in the doghouse with Mellie."

"Who's Mellie?" Olivia asked, continuing to get the ingredients she needed for dinner. She was trying to not let on how flustered she was at being caught. It's not like they were doing anything wrong, though. She was no longer his student. But still…

"Are you okay?" he asked instead, ignoring her question. He didn't like the fact that she was trying to avoid looking at him.

She paused, gathering her thoughts. "I'm worried."

"About?"

"What Andrew will think of me—of our situation."

"Does it bother you what people will think?" he asked, looking down at his hands. "Because if it does, we can stop."

Olivia stopped what she was doing when he said that. Neither of them moved, both looking at one another.

"You keep trying to give me an out as though I'm not choosing to be here." She chuckled. "I'm fine. I just don't want this to blow up in your face one day. Or mine, for that matter."

Fitz smiled in relief. "Good, because I'd really hate for you to go. I don't think your neighbors would like me standing outside holding my radio and trying to serenade you to convince you to come back to me."

Olivia burst out laughing at that. "You wouldn't."

"I would," he said, walking over to her. "So what's for dinner?"

"Well, I was looking through your refrigerator and I see that you have the ingredients for these meatball biscuit sliders that I used to make with my mom all the time in high school."

"Mmm, sounds delicious. Can I help?" he asked. As he waited on her answer he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her flush against his body.

She pecked his lips. "What are you trying to help me with exactly, because this isn't conducive to us cooking and not burning down your house? I thought you said you'd—"

"Wait, yes I know. But—" He kissed her. "I need kisses to get me through this long and torturous ordeal."

Olivia was sitting on Fitz's lap as they ate dinner in his living room; both of them dreading the long clean up process that had to take place when they finished. Thanks to Fitz, who couldn't help himself, they'd made a bigger mess than was necessary when they engaged in a food fight with the leftover cheeses they had.

"I think I have to shampoo my hair now," Olivia said, finishing up her third meatball slider.

"Correction, we have to wash your hair now."

"You just want an excuse to have shower sex." Olivia laughed as she got up to put her plate in the sink. As though she didn't also want to have shower sex, too.

Fitz finished his last bite and followed her into the kitchen. "Trust me, I don't need an excuse. I could just take you while you're in there washing your hair. However, I want to help since it's my fault you have cheese in your hair in the first place."

"How kind of you, sir."

Fitz quirked his eyebrow at her, she smirked.

"Down boy. Lets clean this kitchen first."

"How about we get it later?" he asked.

He got his answer when she took off running upstairs.

"Fitz," Olivia moaned out.

He was massaging her scalp as she stood in front of him in the shower. The suds from her shampoo running down her glistening skin left him mesmerized. With her head thrown back, eyes closed, and the look of pure ecstasy on her face Fitz was having trouble remembering that he was supposed to be helping her clean her hair. A part of him only wanted her to look that pleased when he was inside of her, not for any other reason.

As he stopped massaging her scalp, Olivia opened her eyes. "Why'd you stop?" she asked.

Fitz's response was to turn her body around to face him. His eyes traced the suds that slid down over her breasts and her stomach, his hands quickly following in their wake. Her breath caught in her throat as goose bumps spread over her skin. She was anticipating his next move.

"I do believe I was interrupted earlier," he said, his voice low. He placed one hand on her hip, the other he used to part her legs, propping one on the side of the tub. Very slowly, he traced his fingers from her knee, up her thigh, making his way to her core.

Olivia bit her lip as his fingers parted her folds. As he began to tease her, she fought to keep her eyes open and not give into the pleasure. He moved the hand that was on her hip to tease her breasts, pinching her nipples with his strong fingers.

As soon as she lost the fight and let her eyes slip shut Fitz stopped his teasing, bringing the hand resting on her waist up to her face. He grasped her chin and brought her face close to his. "Open your eyes and look at me."

She whimpered as she did what he said. He held her gaze for a few seconds before resuming his task. He slipped two fingers inside of her, causing her body to buck. She grabbed his shoulders to keep herself upright. Her body was on edge, eager to climax, eager to feel Fitz inside of her. Her senses were heightened as he quickened the pace of his thrusts.

"Turn around," he whispered, pulling his fingers out of her.

It took Olivia a moment to register what he'd said; she was so caught up in trying to reach her peak. When she opened her eyes to see Fitz slowly stroking himself while staring at her heatedly and licking his lips in anticipation she actually came, surprising herself. But she still wanted more. Her body was already tingling again in anticipation of what Fitz would do once she turned around.

I hope I can't walk tomorrow, she thought eagerly.

"Mmm, bad girl. I didn't say you could cum yet." Fitz got down on his knees. "You'll pay for that later, but first, let's clean you up." He looked up at her, making sure she watched as he licked her clean.

The image was so erotic that Olivia came again, all over his tongue, much to his delight.

It was a huge boost to his ego to know that he had this much control over her body, to make her climax so easily.

He hummed his pleasure as he slowly rose up. Olivia watched him through heavy lidded eyes.

"Turn around and bend over. Brace yourself against the wall." He positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs further apart.

Olivia gasped as he slid in. She wasn't able to say a word, so focused was she on the way he filled her up. His torturously slow strokes weren't going to cut it, though. She needed more. She used the hand that wasn't braced against the wall to grab his forearm that was wrapped around her waist.

Her nails dug into his skin as she begged him, "Faster, please..."

Fitz licked the water droplets from her spine as he sped up.

Olivia began to throw it back on Fitz, meeting him thrust for thrust, both of them chasing that sweet release.

As soon as Olivia came, her head dropping forward, Fitz felt himself losing his ability to hold out. The way her walls felt as they clenched around him almost made him see stars as he came, collapsing against the wall.

They were both completely exhausted and sated hours later, having gone at it nonstop. Olivia was fast asleep, but Fitz had gotten thirsty and decided to get up and get a glass of water. He was standing in the kitchen, lost in thought as he held his half empty glass of water. He didn't let on often, but thoughts of his relationship with Olivia constantly plagued him.

He wanted her; there was no doubt in his mind about it. However, he knew few people would care about what he wanted but rather how things looked from the outside. It didn't matter that they'd met before she became his student, or that they'd quickly made sure that she was no longer his student in order to avoid a conflict of interest.

For once, Fitz wished he'd chosen a different profession.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by Olivia coming down the stairs. He placed his glass on the counter as she walked up to him.

"I turned over and you weren't there," she said with a slight pout on her face.

"Sorry, I was thirsty."

"Come back to bed? We still have three more hours before we have to get up."

"Okay," he said, following her. It pleased him to see how comfortable she seemed to be at his place. He could only imagine what life would be like for them one day if she moved in with him.

He thought about the possibilities until he finally fell asleep with her head on his chest.

Fitz was on his way to his office the next afternoon when Cyrus stopped him.

"Fitz, how are you?"

"I'm doing well, Cy. You?"

"I'm breathing. Actually, more like suffocating. James has become insufferable in the last 24 hours," Cyrus complained.

Fitz laughed. "Oh no, don't tell me. He's starting to freak out about his birthday?"

"Yes," Cyrus yelled, pulling at his hair. His outburst caused the professors out in the hallway to turn in their direction. However, everyone was used to Cyrus's dramatic nature so they didn't pay them too much attention.

"Cy, calm down. It's just a pre-mid-life crisis; an easy fix. Just buy him a motorcycle. Or better yet, I'm sure you guys could take a nice beach vacation and wear cute matching speedos…"

"Ha ha ha. You think this is funny." Cyrus was starting to grumble, clearly not finding the same humor in the situation that Fitz was. "I don't know why I came to you, you're still young."

Fitz laughed as he ushered Cyrus into his office, closing the door. "Have a seat," he said, putting down his things. "Would you like a drink?"

Cyrus gave him a bewildered expression. "You have alcohol in your office?"

"Yeah," he said, shrugging. "You never know when you'll need a drink or two to get you through a few stacks of exams."

Cyrus eyed Fitz skeptically but chose not to comment. "How about you just hand me the bottle and I'll buy you a replacement? This way I can deal with James when I get home."

"Cyrus, you have to drive home. I'm not giving you the rest of the bottle, especially since it's still fairly full."

"Party pooper."

Fitz pulled out two glasses from the bottom drawer of his desk where he kept his liquor stashed and poured two fingers worth for both he and Cyrus.

"Scotch?" Cyrus asked, amused.

Fitz just shrugged.

A few glasses later Fitz was feeling slightly buzzed. Nothing he wasn't used to, though, just enough to not be easily irritated by anything.

Cyrus had left to go back to his office so Fitz was going through his emails, trying to reply to those that needed his immediate attention when his phone buzzed. He smiled goofily as he saw Olivia's name. He wished he could have a contact picture for her but he didn't want to risk anyone seeing it. Things were still too new between them, he wasn't sure they were exactly in a place to deal with the fallout that could come from being discovered just yet.

He opened her text message, forgetting all about his emails.

Olivia: Meet me in the library in 10, if you're free!

Just then, Cyrus popped his head in Fitz's office to say goodbye on his way home, but he stopped in his tracks upon seeing the smile on Fitz's face. Cyrus cleared his throat, causing Fitz to jump.

"Cyrus, you scared the shit out of me," Fitz said.

"Uh huh. Someone has you smiling like an idiot."

"I was just checking something on my phone. Did you need something?" Fitz asked. In his head he made a mental reminder to start shutting and locking his door from now on.

"I was just coming to say goodbye and to see if you were still coming to James' thing tomorrow."

"I'll be there, just text me the time and place." Cyrus agreed, but before he could say anything else Fitz interrupted him. "I hate to rush you but I have somewhere I need to be really soon."

Cyrus gave him a pensive look. He had a strong suspicion that there was a special someone in Fitz's life. What he couldn't figure out was why Fitz felt the need to hide it. He thought that they were good friends, at least to the point where Fitz could tell him about his relationships if he chose to. He just shook his head and walked away. Eventually, the truth would come to light. It always did.

Fitz tried not to rush past Cyrus as he made his way to the library, but he was eager to see Olivia, even if it was only for two minutes.

As soon as Fitz walked inside the library he stopped in his tracks. Olivia was standing by the computers chatting with another student. Fitz slowly made his way in their direction, his eyes drawn to Olivia. She was laughing at something the guy said and suddenly Fitz wanted, no needed, another glass of Scotch to quell his rising irritation.

Don't be irrational. She can talk to whomever she wants to. It's harmless, he reminded himself. Of course, he knew that, but that didn't stop him from feeling slightly jealous. She could openly be with another student whereas with him she had to hide.

Suddenly, Olivia looked over at him and smiled. The student she was with turned to see who she was smiling at. Fitz immediately recognized him as one of his students. He just hoped the guy wasn't a lousy student, because he wasn't feeling too inclined to take it easy on him—even though that was wrong.

"Hey Professor Grant," he said.

"Joseph. How's the homework coming along?" Fitz asked.

Joseph paused, his eyes wide. "Homework? We didn't—"

Fitz shook his head. "You might want to get on that then."

Joseph hurried off.

What Joseph didn't know was there actually wasn't any assigned homework. Fitz smirked slightly, glad to have gotten rid of him.

"Fitz," Olivia said, forcing a smile onto her face.

"What?" he asked, giving her an innocent smile

"You just lied to Joseph."

"You looked rather cozy with Joseph."

Olivia didn't respond. Instead, she looked around to see if they were drawing any attention.

"Meet me on the third floor, second door to your right coming from the stairs," Fitz said.

Olivia watched as Fitz walked off briskly. She didn't want it to be obvious that she was following him so she went to the bathroom and checked her appearance. As soon as she finished she took the stairs to the third floor.

Olivia looked around before turning in the direction Fitz told her to go. The floor seemed pretty empty, which could be both a good and bad thing.

As soon as she reached the door she realized Fitz was in a conference room. She knocked once and Fitz cracked the door open wide enough to pull her inside.

Olivia was about to tell him about the faculty only sign outside the door, but before she could form a sentence he had her pressed up against the door. She was rendered speechless by the look in his eyes. Jealousy, arousal, possessiveness. Three emotions she was quickly beginning to associate with Fitz.

"Fitz—"

"Shut up," he said, slowly kissing her.

She was taken by surprise at how gentle his kiss was. She was expecting a rough, passionate possession of her lips by his. But this…this was almost more arousing.

As soon as Fitz felt Olivia really becoming engrossed in the kiss he pulled back. He smirked at the pout on her face. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her over to the conference table, picked her up, and placed her on top of it.

"You know what I said about seeing you with other men. I'm a jealous, possessive man, Olivia. But at the end of the day, I'm just a man." He undressed her as he spoke. "A man who sometimes finds himself feeling insecure because he fell for a woman he can't openly be with." He had her down to her undergarments now.

She loved the fact that he always had her on edge when they were about to or having sex. It's like her body ached for his.

Placing one hand on her chest Fitz gently pushed her body to lie back on the table.

This definitely wasn't what Olivia had in mind when she asked him to meet her but she wasn't about to complain. She propped herself up on her elbows, intent on enjoying the moment.

He spread her legs open wide, looking up at her. This was quickly becoming Olivia's favorite position, him looking up at her from between her legs. She now knew why guys loved it.

He kissed her stomach, right under her belly button, closing his eyes briefly.

When Fitz opened his eyes Olivia was shocked by the depth of the emotion she saw reflected in them. She didn't have time to reflect on it before he casually slid her panties to the side.

The moment she felt his tongue on her core she inhaled sharply, closing her eyes. He didn't waste his time with teasing her. He decided to go straight for the kill. Olivia was amazed by how good he made her feel each and every single time. She collapsed back on the table, no longer able to support herself on her elbows as his tongue skillfully teased her clit.

Just when she was close, Fitz changed his tactic, slowing down. "Ride my tongue, baby."

She happily obliged, her moans increasing in volume as she moved against him.

Fitz moaned. She was dripping wet.

He held her hips still as he inserted his tongue into her opening, becoming intoxicated by her taste. When he moved his attention back to her clit, this time inserting two fingers into her, Olivia tried to scoot away from him on the table. But her hands were gripping his arms, trying to pull him closer at the same time.

Fitz simply moved with her, not letting up. Not when her body began to buck, not when her thighs began to tremble and close around his head. Not when she called out to God.

He let her ride out her orgasm before kissing up her body.

"Mine," he whispered against her throat. "Don't you forget it."

Olivia lay there, exhausted and unable to move for a few moments. One thing was for certain: she'd never tire of the sex.

The next day, Fitz was talking to Olivia on the phone, as he got dressed for James' surprise party.

"Can I see you later tonight?" he asked, as he buttoned up his dress shirt.

"I don't know. Depends on how late it is when the party is over," Olivia replied.

"How late is too late? I can always leave early."

"Fitz, don't do that. They're your friends. You should hang out with them; have fun."

There was a moment of silence before he replied. "I wish I could bring you and introduce you as my girlfriend."

Olivia laughed. "No you don't. Need I remind you what happened yesterday after I had a harmless, friendly conversation in the library?"

"Well that's why I said introduce you as my girlfriend."

"That still won't stop the occasional man from flirting with me."

Fitz just grunted. He would care a little less what other men did if he was able to lay claim to Olivia.

"I still can't believe you did that. We could've gotten caught, Fitz."

"So you didn't like it?"

"I did, but—"

"Okay then." He had a cocky grin on his face as he checked his appearance in the mirror. "No one uses that room, or any room on that floor, after a certain time on Fridays. And no students are allowed up there unless they're meeting with a professor. Relax. Besides, I wouldn't want another man to see or hear you during your…private moments, anyway."

"What about another woman?" Olivia asked, teasingly.

"I don't share. Ever."

Olivia tried to ignore the tingles she felt at how deep Fitz's voice was when he said that.

"Isn't it time for you to go?" she asked, breathlessly.

"Unfortunately, it is, but I want you to text me."

"Okay. Bye, Professor Grant."

Fitz groaned. He was definitely going to be leaving the party early. Screw anyone who had a problem with it.

Fitz was seated between Cyrus and whomever the lady was that he seemed intent on setting Fitz up with. James' surprise party was being held at a restaurant downtown called The Farm House. They'd reserved a table for 10 and everyone arrived early baring gifts. To his credit, when Cyrus and James arrived, James played the surprised birthday man very well—he was a hard man to surprise, he tended to figure things out very quickly thanks to the journalist in him.

Cyrus was engaged in a conversation with the lady next to Fitz, he had mentioned her name but Fitz wasn't paying that much attention, about the presidential candidates to be on the lookout for. Fitz's mind was on Olivia, as usual, until Cyrus nudged him.

"Geez Fitz, you've been on that phone a lot. I'm starting to think you don't want to be here," Cyrus said.

"Yeah, Fitz. Are we boring you?" the lady next to him asked.

"Sorry," Fitz said. He knew he was being rude by being on his phone a lot, but he couldn't help it.

She could tell by his hesitation that he was trying to remember her name, so she told him, "I'm Jessie."

"I'm sorry," he said, sheepishly.

"You're handsome, but not that sorry," she said, laughing.

Cyrus quietly watched their interaction with a gleam in his eye. This would reveal whether Fitz was truly involved with someone else or not.

Fitz merely nodded his head, choosing to ignore her sly compliment.

"So, Fitz, how long have you known Cy and James?"

"About five years now, I think. You?"

"I grew up with James, but I met Cyrus when he and James started dating 10 years ago."

Cyrus was intrigued. Fitz was only engaging in harmless, safe conversation with Jessie.

Fitz's response was cut short by his phone buzzing on the table. Cyrus didn't catch the name before Fitz snatched it up, but he did see that whoever it was had sent him a photo.

"Excuse me," Fitz said, making his way to the hallway by the restrooms for a bit of privacy.

On his way out the door earlier that evening Olivia had text him, like he requested, asking for a photo of him so she could see what he was wearing. He quickly snapped a pic of himself from the chest up, but he didn't have time to check her response because he was going to be late if he did. When he got to the restaurant and was finally able to check his texts, he saw that Olivia had sent him "Daddy" with a bunch of heart eye emojis. He'd quickly typed a response while debating whether or not he should leave and go to her place. He ended up staying, but he and Olivia were engaged in a heavily flirtatious texting conversation throughout the evening.

As soon as Fitz was in a secluded corner of the hallway he pulled out his phone.

Olivia: I miss you, Professor Grant

Attached was a photo of her posing in her bathroom mirror. She was naked except for a pair of knee-high socks and her hair was in a messy bun. She was biting her bottom lip as she held a ruler in her free hand. It was casually covering her nipples.

Fitz's mouth dropped open as he saved the photo almost immediately. He figured he'd been at James' dinner long enough. It was time to get back to Olivia. There was no way he wasn't going straight to her place as soon as he left.

A/n: All I can say is, some things are about to happen in our favorite couple's lives. Good and bad. I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I worked long and hard on it. I wrote two sex scenes this chapter to make up for the long wait. How do you guys feel about Cyrus and his meddling behind? And what about Liv? Sexually, maybe even with how comfortable she is with Fitz, she's coming out of her shell more and more. Leave me reviews and let me know your thoughts! And share with your friends, too! I tried to make this update longer as well, let me know if this is a good length for you guys.