A/n: I have a quick question. I received a "lovely" review about how this story has too much sex, and I'd like to know how you all feel. Is there too much sex? Keep in mind, though, it's my story and that's how I want to write it, so, regardless of opinions, I will write as much sex as I please…it's what this story was intended to focus heavily on. However, I am curious to know how readers feel. If you were hoping that the sex would eventually die out, I recommend you stop reading the story now to save yourself the disappointment. Life is disappointing enough, why add to it?

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.

Fitz took a moment to get himself together, willing the very noticeable bulge in his pants to go down. But every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was the photo of Liv.

She's going to be the death of me, he thought. There's no way she didn't realize what she was doing to him when she sent him the photo.

It took Fitz 5 minutes before he could make his way back to the table. Cyrus and Jessie looked up at him as he approached.

"Sorry to cut this lovely evening short, but I have somewhere I have to be," Fitz said, clapping Cyrus on the back. "Jessica, it was nice to meet you."

Jessie frowned. "It's Jessie."

"Sorry," he said, before turning to James. "Happy Birthday again, James. Enjoy the rest of your birthday, and I'm sorry to be leaving. I'll catch up with you soon, though."

"Thank you, and no worries," James responded. "I think it's time to wrap this lovely dinner party on up anyway."

Fitz waved at the rest of the guests, left enough money to cover his food, and left.

By the time he made it to Olivia's he was practically banging on her door.

"Coming," Olivia yelled, rushing to the door. "Geez, Fitz, way to wake the de—"

She didn't get to finish her sentence as Fitz rushed inside, slamming the door behind him and crushing his lips to hers. His hands immediately gripped her ass, pushing her body into his.

Olivia had thrown on a white t-shirt and some tiny spandex shorts after sending him the photos, and Fitz was intent on getting her out of them.

"Wait," she said, pulling back. "Abby's here."

Fitz grunted. He didn't care, and he definitely didn't think he could wait.

"We'll be quiet," he said, kissing her again.

He frowned when Olivia pulled back yet again. She gave him a look. They both knew quiet wasn't quite a concept that they'd mastered just yet. He smirked.

"Let's go to my room," she said, grabbing his hand.

His eyes drifted down to her ass as he allowed her to pull him along.

As soon as they were in her room she closed the door and locked it.

"I love it when you call me Professor Grant, but first, I wanna see what I have to do to get you to call me Daddy."

Olivia giggled as he picked her up and tossed her onto her bed.

It had been a week since James' birthday dinner, and Fitz and Olivia had only seen one another once in passing since their night of endless sex. The semester workload was starting to really pick up, leaving both of them swamped with work. Fitz had assigned his first essay for his Humanities class, which meant the freshman he taught in that class were freaking out and constantly emailing him and stopping by his office for help. He had to admit, it was admirable that they were putting in a lot of effort to figure out what he was looking for. Even if it meant he had no time to see Olivia.

He missed her, badly. He was starting to realize that just being in her presence, or having her over his house—knowing that she was under the same roof as him—brought him a sense of peace.

Fitz sat back in his chair, twirling a pen around as he contemplated calling her. He'd been working for the past five hours so he definitely needed a break. And he couldn't help but think that this time last week, he'd had her calling him daddy over and over again.

As soon as he picked up his cellphone to call her, it started to ring. He smiled when he saw that it was her calling.

"Hey, you," he said, answering the phone and putting his pen down. He undid the top two buttons on his shirt.

"Hi."

"I was just thinking about calling you."

"Sounds like somebody missed me," she teased.

"I always miss you."

Olivia started to smile. One thing she loved about Fitz was his openness. He wasn't afraid to say exactly how he was feeling.

"I miss you, too," she admitted quietly.

Now Fitz was smiling like an idiot. He loved the way her voice dropped with her admission. He could envision the way her cheeks would turn a light shade of red as she blushed.

"What are you up to?" she asked, lying down on her stomach.

"Just reading over a draft of an essay I assigned this week. You?"

"Please tell me Joseph isn't in that class?"

Olivia wasn't sure what made her ask that question, but it was out now and she couldn't retract it. Although she thoroughly enjoyed reaping the benefits of Fitz's possessive side, she was slightly worried that he'd let his emotions affect the wrong people.

"I do believe I asked what you were doing," Fitz said, avoiding her question. He wasn't in the mood to talk about Joseph; he was a little bit ashamed of his behavior last Friday. His possessive side tended to make him slightly reckless on occasion. And he knew if he weren't careful he would do something that could possibly push Olivia away, or get them caught.

"Fitz…"

"Why does it matter?"

"It matters because he's one of the few friends I've managed to make and my boyfriend happens to be a very jealous man who would very much fail said student just because he had a conversation with me."

"You know, I like it when you call me your boyfriend."

Olivia released a loud sigh.

Fitz was very confused at this point. She claimed to miss him, that's why she called, but it almost seemed like she wanted to argue with him. He could sense some irritation on her end.

"Listen, I just had a moment last week. I'm always going to be slightly jealous of any other man who gets your attention, but I would never purposely fail or drop a student's grade unless they earned it," he said. When Olivia didn't respond he asked, "What's going on with you?"

Olivia dropped her head onto the bed. She didn't know why she was feeling so irritated with Fitz. She'd called Fitz because she genuinely wanted to talk to him. She missed him and she needed a pick me up after the week she'd had, but unlike him, she wasn't always that good at expressing herself. Everything with him felt so new to her.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Fitz was starting to get worried. "Talk to me baby, please."

"I don't know why I'm being moody. I just…I really miss you like I said, and I worry that this is too good to be true sometimes, but I also miss my little sisters… and my parents."

"Have you talked to them recently?" If she wanted to see her family he'd see what he could do to make that happen for her. Maybe they could visit her and stay at his place. If Jake was still obsessed with her and chose to follow them, well that was a plus in his book. He'd love to teach the asshole a lesson or two. It startled him as he realized that he'd do just about anything for her, all she had to do was ask him.

Olivia rolled over onto her back and played with her hair as she responded. "I spoke to them a couple of hours after you left last weekend."

"How'd that go? How are they doing?"

"It was great. They're doing well. Ariana has her first so called boyfriend and I can't believe I'm not there to see it." Olivia knew it was ridiculous but she envied her little sister's ability to have a "boyfriend" when she had to hide hers. It wasn't even the fear of Jake that made her keep Fitz a secret; it was the fact that he used to be her professor—even though they fixed that situation rather quickly.

Fitz could sense her mood sinking as she spoke. His heart broke for her. "Ariana's the oldest right?"

"Yes. I'm surprised you remembered."

"How could I forget? Your eyes light up when you talk about your family. Did you know that?"

Olivia smiled. She couldn't stop the butterflies in her stomach even if she wanted to. Fitz made her feel like a 16 year old all over again. For the millionth time she wondered why she couldn't have met him sooner.

Before she could respond, Abby started banging on her door.

"Go away," Olivia yelled.

"No! Tell lover boy you're mine for the weekend and it starts right now," Abby yelled back.

Fitz laughed. "I guess I should let you go. I'd hate for Abby to knock down your door."

She sighed again. "Okay. Can I call you later?"

"You can call me anytime, Liv."

"Later" happened at 1:00 in the morning while Fitz was deep in his sleep, his arms wrapped around a pillow that he wished was Olivia.

"'Lo," Fitz mumbled into the phone.

"Fitz," Olivia whispered. "Did I wake you?"

He opened his eyes and pulled his phone away from his ear to glance at the time. "Yeah, but that's okay," he said, rolling over onto his back. "Why are you whispering?"

She paused before answering. "I'm hiding in the bathroom."

"Why are you hiding in the bathroom? What's wrong, and where are you?" He got out of bed and pulled on some sweatpants.

"I'm at a club with Abby and some friends."

"Which club?" He was frantically searching for his keys. He didn't care that it was the middle of the night, it could be the end of the world, but he was going to get her.

"The one we ran into each other at." She couldn't help but blush at the memory. "Fitz are you getting dressed right now?"

"Yes."

"Stop. I'm okay. I just missed you and…I wanted to hear your voice."

Fitz immediately stopped moving. He'd never experienced it before, but he was almost 100% certain that this is what butterflies in your stomach felt like. He released the breath he didn't realized he'd been holding in.

"You scared the hell out of me, Liv. I thought something had happened to you."

Olivia giggled. "You worry too much. I'm fine."

"Are you not having fun?" he asked, getting back into bed with his clothes on.

"I was, but then I thought about the last time I came here and you were here…" Her voice trailed off as she recalled that night and the amazing sex they had later on. "It's all I've been thinking about and—can I just have one minute, then I'll let you get back to sleep?"

Fitz smiled, closing his eyes. "Okay."

"Okay."

They sat there in silence for a few minutes listening to each other breathe.

"Fitz?"

"Yeah?"

"Goodnight."

"Night Livvie."

Thursday of the following week…

Fitz is walking into his office, eyes on his phone as he texts Olivia back.

Fitz: It's been a week and a half, I need to see you…

Olivia responds less than a full minute later.

Olivia: I miss you too.

Before he can respond Cyrus pokes his head in.

"Fitz."

He looks up distractedly.

"How are you?" Cyrus asks.

"I'm fine, Cy. And you?"

"I'm good. Just wanted to poke my head in and speak on my way out."

"Where are you headed to?"

"I have a meeting with an advisee. Young woman named Olivia, she's new here so you might not have met her yet."

Fitz had to fight to keep the smirk off his face. He was more than well acquainted with Olivia, but Cyrus doesn't need to know that.

"I don't think I have…" Technically he could say that she was in his class before dropping it, but he taught so many students Cyrus might pick up on the fact that he remembered her of all students. Regardless, he didn't want to raise any suspicions with Cyrus.

"Well anyway, I have to go. See ya."

And with that, Cyrus is gone.

Fitz: You're meeting w/ Cy?

Olivia: Cy?

Fitz: Sorry, Professor Beene.

Olivia: Yeah, why?

Fitz: No reason, he's just a close friend and he works in my department. Let me know when you're finished and I'll meet you at your place.

Olivia: Kk.

Fitz rushes over to Olivia's apartment as soon as he gets the text that she's on her way there. They've been facetiming every evening since the past weekend, but it's not enough.

As soon as he's in front of her door she opens it and pulls him inside. He barely has time to react as she jumps on him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and giving him a kiss.

"Whoa there," Fitz says, pulling back. "You got here quick. I was sure we'd arrive at the same time."

Olivia gives him a sheepish look before averting her gaze. "I may have sped over here."

Fitz grins at her. "Ms. Pope, are you breaking traffic laws to see me?

"No!" Fitz gives her a knowing look. "Okay, maybe," she amends.

He turns, pressing her up against the wall.

"What are you doing to me?" She looks him in the eyes, really letting him see her. This time away from him was torture. She's never craved someone's presence before, but with him she finds herself doing a lot of firsts.

Fitz feels hopeful that they may be feeling the same thing, though it's too soon to define it, until her next words...

"You can't just fuck me till I can't walk and then not see me for an entire week and a half. I had withdrawals," she jokes.

What if everything they're doing is just physical for her? He doesn't want to be having doubts right now, but he is. He could be wrong, but he can't deny the possibility that he's not. When he said he wanted her, he meant more than just the physical. He wants all of her, anything she will willingly give him, but he isn't sure they're on the same page yet. Maybe he's just being irrational, because he misses her.

He doesn't get to dwell on the thought for long before Olivia starts giving him small pecks on his lips. "Where'd you go just then?"

He mumbles a response, finally trying to kiss her back.

After making out like teenagers for four minutes, they pull apart.

"How was your meeting?" he asks, releasing her from his hold.

"It was good. He was just checking in with me to see how the semester is going."

"Sounds like Cy," Fitz says, chuckling. "You're lucky to have him as an advisor."

"So…what are your plans for today? You wanted to see me and now you're here."

"Well...wanna spend the night?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Olivia can't help but laugh at him. "You know, I'm starting to think I should just spend half my week here and the other half at your place."

"Well, since you mentioned it, that's not a bad idea."

Her smile falters. "Fitz…that's technically like me living with you. Like, moving in and stuff." She's starting to panic at the thought—not because she doesn't want to, but because she does; it's way too soon for her to even be considering it.

"Have you ever just known, from the second that you met someone, that they're special? Maybe they're the one, or not, but it's close—they could be."

Olivia doesn't respond, turning away from him to walk into the kitchen.

Fitz watches her figure retreat, releasing a deep breath. Nice going, Fitz, he thinks. He's not asking her to move in with him, because he knows it's too soon for that. He just wants to see her more. This past week and half without seeing her in person was a struggle for him, and he just wants to guarantee that doesn't happen again. He knows she feels the same in that regards, but for some reason she's fighting it.

Olivia returns with a bottle of water in hand two minutes later. "Let's go watch tv in my room."

"Okay," Fitz says hesitantly, confused.

Olivia closes the door to her bedroom after they walk inside. She's in the mood for cartoons on her one free day, so she pulls out her laptop and her HDMI cord. Fitz makes himself comfortable, removing his shoes and socks, before lying back on her bed.

Olivia logs into her Netflix account, scrolling to her recently watched. "Have you ever seen Bob's Burgers?"

"No. What is that, a cooking show?" he asks, thoroughly confused still.

Olivia laughs. "No, it's an adult cartoon, so to speak."

Fitz is about to respond when she starts to take off her clothes, making him lose his train of thought. Too many things are happening in rapid succession and he's still stuck on their conversation from six minutes ago. "What are you doing?"

"Changing into something more comfortable."

Fitz simply watches her as she removes her shirt, standing in just a bra and pants. Briefly, he wonders what it would be like to tie her up. He's not sure where the thought came from since they haven't ventured into that territory yet, and he's definitely not sure how willing Olivia would be to participate, but now he can't get the thought out of his head.

Even after she finishes changing and starts the episode, all he can imagine is her being tied up on his bed. He's delved into BDSM before, and he thoroughly enjoys it. Hopefully Olivia will, too.

"Fitz, are you even watching the show?" Olivia asks. She's noticed that he's been fairly quiet; not even laughing at what she thinks is the funniest part of this episode.

Fitz doesn't respond, casually running his left hand over her arm that's draped over his torso. Their legs are tangled together, and she's snuggled into his side. When she looks up at him she can immediately tell where his mind has gone. She tries to move, but he grips her arm.

He pulls her fully on top of him, lacing their fingers together and placing them behind her back so she can't move. Eyes on her lips, he finally speaks, "I've been thinking about tying you up…"

Olivia bites her bottom lip nervously. "What?" He's hell-bent on toeing the line with her today, it seems. First he all but asks her to move in, and now he wants to tie her up.

"One, don't bite your lip," he says, his eyes finally meeting hers. "Two, you heard me."

Olivia exhales loudly. "Why can't I bite my lip? And why do you want to tie me up all of a sudden?"

"You're pretty stubborn today." And then it hits him that that's the reason he has the sudden urge to restrain her.

"And you're toeing the line," she bites back. She's smirking confidently until she sees the flash of dominance in his eyes. They're both playing with fire in this moment.

Before she can blink, he flips them over, bringing their clasped hands to rest above her head. Her legs are trapped between his, rendering her immobile. Bob's Burgers plays in the background all but forgotten by them both.

Fitz smirks as she tries to twist free of his hold on her wrist. Lowering his head, he lets his lips hover over hers. "I always get what I want Livvie." And dammit if that doesn't turn her on.

At that moment she almost wants him to get what he wants, because she's missed him, too. That's the reason they're both being difficult, and it'd be cute if it wasn't so damn frustrating.

"Kiss me," he whispers against her lips. "You know you want to…" He knows she's aroused by the way her eyes are dilated, and her breaths are getting deeper, slower. If that weren't obvious enough, her nipples are hard and poking against his chest causing him to harden almost immediately. He moves his lips to her neck, placing kisses up the side—right where he knows will make her go weak in the knees.

Olivia moans softly, but she is determined not to give in yet. "If I gave you what you wanted you'd have me moved in and tied up in your bedroom every weekend. So, no," she says.

"No?" he asks, pressing his hips down so she can feel his erection.

She turns her head to face his so that their lips are nearly touching again. "No."

Jaws clenched, Fitz sits up so that he's straddling her hips but not putting too much of his weight on her tiny body. He still has one hand clasped around her wrists, while the other hand is next to her head, holding him up. "Olivia," he warns.

"Do it." She's daring him now. Maybe it's because she trusts him, or maybe she's just curious, or way too horny, but she wants him to do whatever he wants to her—relieve both of their frustrations.

"When I release your wrists, I want you to take off your clothes." He's not going to tie her up, not yet. He is going to have a little fun, though.

Olivia nods, but hesitates to move when he releases her from his hold. Fitz moves so that he's sitting next to her on the bed. "Take off your clothes," he whispers authoritatively. He's already eyeing her breasts, eager for her to free them.

She sits up and slowly pulls her shirt up and over her head, biting her bottom lip as she watches Fitz watch her. Getting on her knees, she pulls her shorts off.

"Wait," Fitz says, stopping her from taking off her panties. Getting on his knees in front of her, he cups her breasts in his palms, gently squeezing them. He wants so badly to put his mouth on her, but not yet. Not till she's naked, and not until she learns to stop being so damn stubborn. Eventually, he lets his hands trail down to her panties, tracing his fingers lightly around the band. Her stomach muscles quiver in anticipation. He eases one hand in, rubbing her with his thumb as the other goes back to her breasts. He kisses and licks along her collarbone, leaving a hickey right where her neck and shoulder meets, as she trembles from the sensory overload. Right as she's about to try and kiss him, he pushes her back onto the bed and peels her soaked panties off of her. He leans down and kisses between her breasts, making his way up but stopping at her chin before going back down.

Olivia groans in frustration. "Either shoot me or fuck me. But do one sooner than later."

Fitz chuckles. "So cheeky. Be patient." Getting up, Fitz removes all of his clothing except for his boxers.

Olivia can't help but eye the very obvious bulge Fitz is sporting, begging him with her eyes to give it to her.

"Spread your legs and put your hands above your head." He watches as she follows his instructions. "Good girl." Walking around the bed, he takes his time admiring her, lightly running his fingertips over her skin and watching as goose bumps rise and she shivers. He takes his time taking in every gloriously naked inch of her. Stopping near the top of the bed, he begins to gently pinch her nipples—only enough to give her a little pleasurable pain. "Play with your pussy, but only focus on your clit."

"What?"

"Do it… now." His voice is deep and low letting her know he means business. Who is she to deny him?

Fitz watches as she slowly parts the lips of her pussy with one hand, using the other to massage her clit.

"Fuck," she hisses. It's not what she wants, but just what she needs in the moment. It turns her on even more to see how mesmerized Fitz is while watching her. His lips are slightly parted and his ears are a deep red, giving her the urge to suck on one of his earlobes.

His ministrations combined with her own are quickly bringing her close to the edge, and he can tell. He gently commands her to "Stop." When she frowns up at him he tells her to take off his boxers, which she does eagerly, pushing them down as far as she can so he can step out of them. She expects him to fuck her immediately, but he doesn't, preferring to tease her a little more first.

He settles himself between her legs, wrapping them around his waist so that he's nestled right in the juncture of her thighs but not penetrating her. She can feel every inch of him as he grinds his hips into hers, coating himself in her arousal, smoothly gliding through her folds. And it feels so good she knows she's going to come before he ever enters her but he stops again. "I'm going to fucking kill you," she hisses.

"You've been a little stubborn today…I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine Livvie."

"Fuck you."

"You will," he says, unwrapping her legs from around his waist. "Now turn over."

As soon as she's lying on her stomach he grabs her hips, pulling her ass up into the air.

"Spread your knees wider."

Olivia cries out as soon as she feels his tongue on her pussy. She'd missed him, but she missed this just as much. The way he flattens his tongue and licks her from top to bottom. The way he rolls his tongue against her clit creating a ripple effect. The way he spits on her pussy before inserting two fingers and before she can bite down on her pillow she's screaming out in ecstasy and going limp.

Fitz is so hard his penis is red. He barely gives her a moment to recover before laying his body over hers and gathering her hair in his fist. They both moan as he slides in from the back, their position allowing for intense friction. She begs him to fuck her hard, and he does, grunting in her ear as he thrusts into her. He can tell she's biting her bottom lip and when he pulls her head to the side using the hand that's holding her hair, he's right. It's that sight combined with her moans and how long it's been that drives him over the edge. He sloppily kisses her as he comes, and thankfully she's right behind him.

After two intense orgasms in rapid succession, Olivia can barely move.

Fitz chuckles as he rolls off of her. "Every other week," he says.

"What?" she mumbles.

"Spend half the week with me every other week." He's staring at her shoulder, because her face is buried in her pillow.

"Fine," she concedes.

Fitz is grinning like a Cheshire cat. "And let me tie you up?" he adds, hopefully.

"Pushing it," she says. After a moment of silence… "I'll think about it."

He gently pushes her onto her side. "Okay," he says, looking into her eyes.

She rolls her eyes, but grins. "Okay. Now will you kiss me?"

He does, gearing up for round two already.

And just when you thought you'd received all of your Christmas presents, lol. I really hope this chapter is okay. I'm gearing up for some things to start happening and hopefully you guys enjoy the journey. I'm not going to make any excuses for the time between last chapter and this one, I have none besides school. Hopefully after my birthday (5 days!) I'll have another update for you guys. Anyway, what do you think about Cyrus being Olivia's advisor? And their cute little phone conversation? Leave me reviews and let me know your thoughts; and thanks to everyone who reads and has left reviews before on this story. xoxo