A/N: Thank you all for your amazing reviews. That cliffhanger was something huh? Just writing it had me wanting more. Well, here's what we have waiting for. Happy reading and enjoy our Olitz coming together. Hope it was worth the wait and there's still so much more to come.
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Chapter 23—Revelations
Liv couldn't bear to open her eyes to see him staring at her. If there was one thing she hated it was the staring. Perhaps she scared him, had done that too fast. Maybe he deserved the back story before getting hit with this sight. Everything running through her brain right now, yet she was trying so hard not to sob.
She was just about to turn around, to face the dark window. The quiet in the cabin was beginning to suffocate her. As much as she wanted to see him to see if she could read his face, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Deep down she knew something like this would happen, that the sight would be too much, and he couldn't love her.
As she just about gave up any hope of Fitz accepting her scarred body, even wanting her anymore, she began to turn. Then, she felt it. It was warm, welcoming, and so erotic all at once. Her hands dropped to make sure it wasn't a dream. She felt his curls, and she knew it was real. His lips began just above her waist, planting the warmest, most gentle kiss on her jagged scar. She felt his hands grip both sides of her waist, holding her by the curves on her body, as his kisses began working their way up, touching every single scar.
Liv knew where they were all located on her body, and her hands couldn't leave his hair as they made their way up the maze and stopped on her breast. She felt his head go up, he must be looking at her, but her eyes were still closed. They weren't closed now in fear, they were closed now with need. She needed this, and she didn't want to lose this moment. When his lips wrapped around her nipple, she let out the first sound between them in five minutes. She groaned, and she pushed his head deeper to suck a bit harder.
Fitz had stood there and watched as she dropped the clothes to the floor. He couldn't believe the scars she was carrying. Most of her life she had these, having been a grim reminder of that dreadful accident. But how, he wondered, how had she gotten scars like that from a car accident? His mind was full of questions, not realizing Liv was waiting for his acceptance.
What was he thinking? She must think he was repulsed by what he was seeing, when it was just the opposite. He was in awe; they were beautiful because they were part of her. They were beautiful because she carried them with her, and never complained. They were beautiful because they told her story. He took his shirt off, dropped it and walked towards her.
Because these scars were so beautiful and they were a piece of her, a piece of her healing, and a piece of her survival, he loved them as much as he loved her, and he didn't know what else to do, but treat them as he would treat her. So, he began gently kissing them, and with the first kiss, he could feel the anxiousness leave her body, as her hands gently pulled his hair.
As he worked his way up and her stomach jerked with each touch, he heard her moan. It filled the air since it had been so silent since she revealed her body to him. He paused, he looked at her amazing breast, but wasn't sure if she was ready. He looked up at her, he could see the want in her face, practically screaming to keep going so he did. When his lips wrapped around her nipple, such a sensation ran through his body, that the sudden erection pained him as his pants were blocking it.
He wasn't going to take his pants off, not yet this had to done first. Then, she pushed him, deeper into her breast and he nearly fell over, making him so weak, with such a need for her in that moment.
Liv finally felt him let his mouth free her breast and he kissed the four remaining scars above her breast before she felt him fully standing in front of her. His hands had now made their way up to her shoulders and he wrapped them both around her back pushing her from the shoulder blades into his chest.
She opened her eyes because for the first time since she'd known him, his shirt was off. She felt her chest meet his, skin to skin, and the pleasure that rushed through her body was electric. She rested her cheek on his breastbone, taking in his scent, feeling the hair tickle her cheek. She raised her hands and gripped his waist as his hand now held her close to his chest.
She felt his heart begin to race, heard the beats get faster, as she slowly moved her hands up his back. His breathing became a bit more rapid, and Liv was afraid he was going to have an episode. His body tensed up, but she wanted him to know she was there for him, and as her hands made it to the middle of his back, she felt it.
Liv stopped moving, and she could actually feel his eyes close tight against her head. He gently caressed her hair, as if it was calming him by doing so. Liv was still confused as to what she was feeling on his back, and she lifted her head from his chest to look at his face. Her hands just kept rubbing over whatever she was feeling. They felt like long bumps, soft bumps, but long. She slowly pulled away, and with one hand on his shoulder she turned him around.
Liv looked at his back. Her mouth dropped open, her hand once again, rubbed over the three welt marks she had previously felt. She then wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and just as he did, she began kissing them, one by one.
Fitz felt her hands going up his back once their skin finally became one. He held her close to his chest, scared at what he knew she would eventually feel, yet anticipating it with such desire. He felt his heart begin to pound, he couldn't control it, and with each pounding heartbeat, he breath began getting deeper and rapid. He closed his eyes, this time he had the tears coming down, as he rested his head on hers. God, what was she thinking?
He felt her hands freeze on them. Then they began to slowly caress them, she was so gentle, such the opposite of when he received them. Her gentleness taking away the violence that caused his scars. The love he felt for her at that very moment, it was unexplainable. He felt her hand grab his shoulder to turn him around and he did so, willingly.
Liv looked at the marks. She still couldn't figure out where he got them, but the only explanation was the war. Something happened to him over there and these were the physical reminders that he carried with him. She began to gently kiss each one, imagining the pain he felt as he received them, and hoping the gentle kisses he felt could take that pain away for just a moment.
Just as Fitz had an erection, she began to feel herself grow wet. This whole exchange had been painful, yet strangely erotic. She felt her need for him grow into a want, and her hands still around his waist, went down to see if he felt the same. Did he ever? As she touched his erection through his pants, she heard the other sound that filled the silence, and that was a grunt of desire from him.
No words were spoken, they just weren't ready, as Fitz turned to face her, and Liv pulled her pants down, so she was in front of him now bare naked, without any shame. Before he went to crush her lips, he too, freed himself of his bottoms, setting free his erection, which was at full length now. Their need for each other had now become a greed, and they couldn't break the silence with words, just moans and heavy breathing.
His lips finally met hers with such desire, their tongues met before their lips did, and he scooped Liv up from the back of her knees, her back resting on his forearm. Her hands were interlocked behind his neck as they passed the warmth of the fire and he gently laid her on the bed. The blanket was so soft, so comforting on her skin, as he reached in his bag.
Liv saw him rip open the box of condoms, and as he did it with such force, they all popped up and scattered on the bed and around the floor. Liv threw her head back with a giggle, that was soon stifled by his lips again.
He sat up on his knees, between her legs, as she rubbed his chest beginning from his abdomen, and heard the wrapper of the condom tear, she watched as he rolled it along his length, and Liv wondered if it would even fit. It did, and he moved closer to her, gripping one of her knees. His head went down, and again, he put a gentle kiss on her jagged scar, then rubbed his hand over it softly. He continued up to her breast, and again wrapped his lips around her nipple.
Liv's hand pulled his curls as her stomach rose to the touch of his warm, wet lips on her body again. She could feel his erection at the base of her entrance, and she almost screamed with anticipation. She needed him inside of her, wanted to feel him, feel his love making. She wanted to become one with him.
His lips left her breast, kissed above it on her chest of scars, and made their way to her neck. He licked from the base of her collarbone up to her ear. He stopped and placed his mouth just at the entrance of her ear. "I. Love. You." He said the words in such a deep voice, yet in a whisper that nearly made her body shiver, she was afraid that alone would cause an early orgasm.
Her one hand found its way to his back, rubbing his marks, lovingly, and her other hand grabbed his erection. She felt the silkiness of the condom but guided it more to her entrance. Fitz picked his head up and looked her in the eyes. "Ready for me Livvie?" It was still a whisper as if they were afraid of breaking the silence that had been around them.
Liv closed her eyes and nodded, biting her bottom lip. She was more than ready for him, she wanted him. Fitz smiled at Liv's face, full of desire. He worked his fingers down putting them between him and her entrance and felt the warmth of her wetness. She certainly was ready for him, and as he pulled his hand away, he slipped slowly inside her. She was tight, but with each slow thrust, she pulled him in.
"Look at me Livvie, please, look at me in this moment." Her eyes opened, her hands rubbing his back, and when she stilled, he gave a hard thrust and he was completely inside her. He paused for a moment, feeling her walls grip him, and get accustomed to his size, then he quickly increased the speed of his thrust.
Liv's hands fell from his back, and she spread her arms out. He was going faster now, and it didn't hurt, but she grabbed the blanket for support, because she was afraid she would scratch his back if she didn't. Her head rolled to the side, as she closed her eyes and felt every thrust, his dick coming out, and then finding it's way back in. Fitz's one hand grabbed her breast, and his fingers circled her nipple as his other hand held her leg up. He watched briefly as he entered her and exited her, and the feeling that went through his body was overwhelming.
Liv wasn't sure what it was like to be struck by lightning, but if she had to compare it to anything, she would to this. The electric bolt that suddenly, without warning went through her body brought her over the edge. Fitz turned her head, so that she could look at him, and her body arched up unexpectedly. He realized now, he was making love to her through her first orgasm, and he felt her walls tighten around him.
This was real sex, real love making, Liv thought as her body felt like rubber under him. She couldn't close her eyes though, because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to catch her breath again, and if she closed them, she may pass out. She heard a loud moan come from her throat, and as if she was on a bumpy ride, all that could escape her mouth was "Oh Fitz," another moan "Fitz, I am coming so hard." He kept right on thrusting, watching her come down from a powerful orgasm.
He began to feel the sweat build up along his back and drip down his chest. Liv's eyes caught his. "You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful." He said the words in between each thrust. His head went down, and his lips grabbed her breast again, pushing deep into the nipple with his tongue, and Liv could feel herself losing control again, as she exploded for a second time around him.
He felt her body tense, could hear her moans through her second orgasm, and he couldn't hold on anymore. He lifted his head, and with a moan, almost a cry of pleasure and Fitz emptied himself inside the condom. Liv felt him let loose inside her. Even though he had on a condom, she could feel the warmth overtake the condom.
His head fell into the crook of her neck, his breath on her shoulder as he turned to grasp for more air. He pulled out of her, rolled next to her, their breathing in sync, rapidly. Liv turned, propping her head up on his shoulder and his one arm gobbled her into his chest.
"Our first time. We only get one first time. That was special, Fitz, you were right," as she buried her face deeper into his chest.
She felt the sweat on his skin, but she didn't care. She stared at his chest, watching it rise and fall rapidly, then slow down. Her breathing also, came to a calmness. He rubbed her shoulder. "Give me a minute." Liv lifted her head, so Fitz could go clean up.
She watched him walk away. He was so fine, Maya was right, a handsome specimen. "You look so good Mr. Grant", she said, and she saw him smiling, almost blushing as he walked away.
She heard running water, his footsteps, and then he was back. He had a cool washcloth, and he patted Liv's sweaty forehead with it, and it felt so good.
He was lying on his side looking down at her, his hand holding his head up, his other hand now bringing the cool cloth down her cheek and her neck. He rubbed it over her chest and then down her stomach. Liv's forehead was up against his chest once he had worked his way to her chest and stomach. He placed the washcloth on the nightstand next to the bed.
He laid back down, head propped on the pillow and Liv repositioned herself on his chest, rubbing circles around and around just to touch his skin. "Whenever you're ready" Fitz broke the silence. "Whenever you're ready to tell me, I am listening." He pulled her closer, a one-handed hug, just so she knew he had her through it, and he wouldn't let go.
He felt her swallow. It was a hard swallow, as if to prepare her mouth for all the words waiting to roll out. She took a deep breath, and he felt her eyes close against his chest, then open again. She nodded her head. It was a slight nod, more telling herself to let the words out, knowing no matter what she said he would love her anyway.
"On a brisk November day in 2002, my father woke me up a bit early. I remember it was a Saturday wondering why he wasn't letting me sleep in. Thanksgiving was late that year, and I was just happy it was the weekend. It's weird but I recall thinking tomorrow is December already, and Christmas would be in full effect."
Liv stayed silent for a minute, and she felt his hand rub down her back, giving her the strength she needed to go on. "It's funny, because so many things happened out of the ordinary that day, one would think something was aligned in the stars, something not right. Anyway, when my father nudged me to wake up, he was smiling from ear to ear, like he just won a contest. I am still unsure how I remember every detail so vividly. Today your mom and I are celebrating 15 years of being married, it's our anniversary, he said. I remember looking at him weird, and realizing he was happy because I think for once, he finally remembered a milestone anniversary."
Liv gave a small chuckle as the memory began to fill her soul. She wished she could go back to that moment and do one thing differently just to give them a one second delay, maybe the car would have missed them if she did something a second too long that day.
She went on, Fitz giving a kiss to her head. "I want to buy her the prettiest flowers, sunflowers are her favorite, will you come with me Livvie? I can't wait until she sees the flowers and realizes I remembered her day. All he could do was smile. He was so proud of himself. How could I say no? I began to get excited for him too and jumped out of bed to get dressed."
She pulled her head from his chest and rested it on the pillow. They were now face to face just looking at each other and Fitz took the back of his finger and started at her cheekbone and ran his finger down to her jaw. He used his thumb to trace her lips. "Go on, Livvie, I'll listen for as long as you need me to."
She grabbed his hand and interlocked her fingers with his, not even realizing she did that, and while holding his hand, she went on. "My father was already one step ahead of the game. He drove to a florist on the upper east side. They were the expensive ones, and I was surprised he chose that place, but who was I to say anything? When the florist appeared, he had arranged the most vivid colored arrangement. There were predominantly sunflowers, but also some peonies and some mums. I remembered thinking my mother was the luckiest lady in the world. I grabbed the vase. It was heavy and I had to grip it tightly with both hands. The florist was going to secure it in a box, but I insisted I hold it. I didn't want any damage to the flowers. My mother deserved perfection and my father worked too hard not to give it to her. Although my father requested the box, I was able to convince him I could hold it for the same reason I just told you, so as he normally did, he let his little girl have her way. It was just that once, thinking back, I wished he didn't let me have my way."
Liv released her hand from Fitz's used both hands to rub her eyes free of the tears building up. She needed to continue. The only other person that knew this story and her feelings was her therapist, but she felt a world of freedom letting these words come out as Fitz listened attentively.
"We almost ran to the car. I think by this time I was more anxious than my father to get the flowers to my mother. I just anticipated them being in the middle of our table when we had dinner. I imagined how the smell would overtake the apartment as I walked in from school on Monday. It was just so many emotions for something so small, a husband giving his wife flowers. They worked so hard, and I just kept thinking how they deserved this happiness."
Liv could still feel her hands around the vase thinking how heavy it was but how she didn't want to tell her father. That would mean he was right, they should have gotten a secure box, so she was determined to hold onto that vase and make it safely home.
"I sat in that car Fitz. I gripped that vase tightly between my knees as I secured myself with the seat belt. My father reached over. He pulled the belt tighter making sure I was secured, and I held that vase so close to my body. The car was already started and after my father checked on me, he asked me if I wanted him to put the flowers in the back. I told him no because they were so special, and mom deserved this. We joked about how he finally remembered their anniversary because every year he would forget. He said he didn't forget; it was mom who forgot and he just made her feel better by forgetting with her. I don't know why that made me laugh so hard, but it did, and when my father heard my laughter, he looked at me."
Liv now took a moment to sit up. She brought her knees to her chest. They were both still naked, not one of them even caring at this point. She hugged her knees as she went on.
"I didn't even realize he didn't pull his seat belt around his body, but I don't think it would have mattered, but I remember laughing and him looking so lovingly at me. I love you daddy, so much. Those were the last words I said to him. We didn't make it two blocks when the car smashed into the driver's side making our car look like an accordion. I remember the air bag deploying and I was still holding on to the flowers, but the pressure of everything, the impact added to the air bag, caused the vase to smash into tiny pieces against my chest. I only had a t shirt on because what 11 year old wears a coat in the city in November, so pieces of glass entered my hands, my stomach and my chest, the strongest blow from the impact being here." Liv pointed to the jagged scar. "That's what gave the vase friction to crack, and the piece stuck in me."
Liv couldn't believe she was still able to talk, but she went on, because now, as she let her knees free from her grip, Fitz's hand rested on her stomach, right on the scar she was talking about. She rubbed his hand, and continued. She really didn't know how much longer she could continue but she tried.
"I remember hearing the impact, feeling the piercing of the glass into my skin, and seeing my dad hit my passenger side window head on and bounce back into my lap. The glass from the window shattered on his impact, and he landed in my lap. I pulled my hands out to try to help him, and all I saw was blood. Blood, Fitz, fucking everywhere. Blood on my hands, blood all over my shirt, blood on my father's head, just so. much. fucking. blood."
As she said the last of those words, her teeth were grinded and she was staring at her hands, as if she was reliving the moment. Her breathing got rapid, because all of her nightmares always had blood in them. She tried to calm her breathing and doing so, she started to cry. Her talking became hard, because now she was crying and talking at the same time.
"And I looked down at my father, and his eyes were open, and there was no movement. As I touched his face, I only put more blood on it, and I raised my hand and saw my hand dripping blood down to my wrist and down my arm. I couldn't take it anymore, Fitz, I tried, but I couldn't, and I passed out. I didn't want to leave my father alone, I didn't Fitz, but I passed out."
Now her crying was uncontrollable and Fitz sat up and took her by the shoulders. He placed her directly on top of him as he laid back down. He bundled her up in his arms as her head rested on his shoulder and he caressed her hair, letting her let out all the pain she just spoke about.
"That's enough Livvie, stop. I get it, I understand. You don't have to continue, baby, I got you. I got you, it's ok, Liv."
He hated it, he hated her pain. He wanted it gone. He wished he could erase the memory, to get it out of her, but all he could do was comfort her, was love her and hope it would heal her in some form. He felt her body calm down, her breathing slow down, and a deep breath came from her.
She put her head up and looked him in the eyes. "That day you found me on the grass in the car, you wrapped your arms around me and I remember I never felt so safe in my life. I wished you never let go, and I couldn't wait to be in your arms again. They just secure me."
She met his lips, as his arms gripped around her back, tightening her just to secure her. Her lips went down deeper, and with their bodies, still naked, she felt his erection and she just couldn't stop kissing him. She moved to his cheek, to his ear, and down to his neck as he put his head back to welcome her. "God, Livvie, what you do to me." He came down to her, and engulfed her mouth again, tongue to tongue.
He felt Liv reach over, one of the condom packets that had flown out of the box were in reach, and she grabbed it. She sat up, his erection touching her back, and her hands opening the packet. Fitz just closed his eyes, waiting for what would come next. She tore the condom packet open and climbed off him. She lay on her side, and grabbed his erection with one hand as she slowly glided the condom down. When it was secure on him, she climbed back up on him.
She aligned her entrance and went down on him, her hands on his chest. His hands on her waist guiding her down, so in one push, he was completely enclosed inside her. She leaned down, slowly being moved with his strong hands. She felt him so deep inside her and she had to bury her face in his shoulder to keep from screaming out.
He pulled her back, gently by her hair as her body continued to bounce slowly on him. "Oh, Livvie, baby, I cannot hold back. I am so deep in you right now." She sat completely up again. This time his head was turned to the side with his eyes closed and seeing him so weak, because of her was such a turn on.
She bounced a bit harder now, wanting to release all the pain she just told him about from her body. Fitz's hand found the top of her clit, and he began circling with his thumb, as Liv couldn't hold the moans in anymore. He looked at her and she had a hand on one of her breasts and the other his chest, and he saw her stomach pull in to release her orgasm.
He had no problem releasing with her, and as her body spasmed and he had to hold her so she wouldn't fall, he felt himself come fully in the condom, the pumping of fluid making him gasp. Liv fell forward, unable to catch her breath as he rubbed her back gently, while his breathing was rapid. They found their lips once more and before disconnecting their bodies, fell into a gentle, long tender kiss. Liv was absolutely spent by that time. After the kiss he gently rolled her off him and went to clean up again.
When he came back, Liv had fallen asleep in the same place and position he had rolled her off him. He was just relieved she could sleep, even if it wouldn't be for that long. He glanced at the clock. It was already 11pm, and they hadn't eaten. It didn't seem to matter. He had time now to process what she told him, and he wanted to take the next few minutes to just watch her sleep.
Before he got into the bed with her, he put the fire out, just in case he fell asleep also. He turned on the gas heat, low. The fireplace had done it's job downstairs. He looked around, saw, the condoms scattered on the floor, and he chuckled to himself. He really couldn't wait to make love to her, and it was everything he ever imagined. But, God, what a story she had. He was running through the ways in his mind he could tell her his, but right now, he just wanted to relax next to her.
She was still naked, and he didn't want to cover her up. He didn't want her to think he covered her because of her scars, so he thought best he just left her as is. She didn't seem cold, and she was flat on her back, her elbow folded over her forehead while her other hand rested on her stomach.
He climbed back, gently into the bed and just watched her. He looked at her stomach rising up and down and down, peacefully. She was in such a deep sleep, maybe she wouldn't wake up to eat something.
As he stared at her, he tried to remember all the words, any actions that could have given him a hint to her scars, but she kept it hidden so well, as he did. He remembered Maya's words: "It was touch and go for her also." So, Olivia may have not survived that car crash. He knew there was so much more to be told, but after her revelation tonight, he wasn't going to force it.
He turned to his back and looked up at the ceiling. He felt her sobbing in his arms just a short while ago, and how he wanted to comfort her. It was good, though, good therapy for her to let it out like she did. He could only imagine, at such a young age, being witness to so much blood and your father's death.
Fitz took a deep breath, and he felt himself drift off. He must have been more tired than he thought. As he closed his eyes, he saw her, he saw Olivia standing there after pulling off her shirt and if he had to do it all over again, he wouldn't have hesitated like he did. He hoped the love making and the tenderness proved her scars were a part of her and he would never think anything less of her.
He woke up to the sensation of warmth on his chest. At first he startled himself because it had been so long since he slept without a shirt, then he remembered where he was. The warmth he felt were her lips, on his chest.
Olivia had opened her eyes. Her one hand felt her bare stomach that it had been resting on and she jolted into a sitting position. She looked around, remembered the beautiful log cabin and looked over at Fitz, sound asleep, his hands folded under is cheek, like he fell asleep staring at her.
God, the love making was sensational. Her heart started to pound just thinking of it, and she wanted so much more of him. She watched him for a few moments. It would be soon enough that his story would come out, and she wasn't going to push him. Whatever it was, she imagined it wasn't pleasant to relive, and she would give him all the time he needed.
Her stomach started to rumble and she remembered she hadn't eaten all day. The last few hours had been such an emotional roller coaster, food was the last thing from her mind. She looked around and noticed a clock on the wall. It was 2 a.m., but she wasn't sure how long she had been sleeping, and sleeping naked. She must have really been tired to have been naked and sleeping.
She looked at Fitz and noticed he had put on his boxers. He must have put the fire out also, because she smelled the burned wood in the air. She finally leaned in on him and began kissing his chest. She just wanted to feel his skin again.
She looked at him, as his eyes quickly opened, and he gathered his surroundings. He looked back at her, and her hand went to his back, where she began rubbing up and down, slowly.
"Hi" he said smiling.
"Hi" she said smiling back.
"Are you hungry? We could use some food in our stomachs Livvie, the past few hours have been….well…intense."
She nodded, "yeah, I am hungry. Do you have the ingredients for French toast?"
He gave a brief laugh. "Hmm…bread, eggs, cinnamon, frying pan, spatula. Yes, I think I can handle that. And, you're in luck. Today the chef has Vermont maple syrup for the topping.
"mmm...sounds great." Liv reached into Fitz's bag that was still open on the floor. She pulled out a shirt, and it happened to be the Navy Seals, the one he wore the first night she met him. She then walked over and put her underwear back on.
They sat side by side at the small table in the kitchen. Fitz broke a piece of his French toast and Liv stopped his fork and took the piece he taken off with her mouth.
"You know, you do have your own in front of you." Fitz said smiling.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot. She picked up a piece with her fork and brought it up to his mouth. He took it off the fork and turned his head to meet her lips with a small peck.
"How are you feeling Livvie? You alright?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I am good. I am a bit sore," she nudged him, "but it's a good sore".
"Tomorrow, well later, because it is tomorrow, we'll talk more. I know you're curious too, but I think we've had enough emotion for one night. Are you ok with that?"
She brought her hand to the back of his head. As she was caressing his curls, she guided his eyes to hers. "Whenever you are ready Fitz. I am just glad we got this far." She looked around the cabin again. "This place, Fitz, it's amazing. The peace it brings out from me, it's just surreal. Can we just stay in all day tomorrow?'
"Sounds like a plan to me Ms. Pope."
They finished their late night meal. As Fitz cleaned up, putting the dishes in the sink, wiping down the table, Liv went over to the big window near the fireplace. She could see the glow from the pond lighting up the darkness around it. She could still hear the water running from the pond, it was quiet, but if you listened close enough you could hear it, and it was so calming.
She saw Fitz's reflection come behind her in the window. She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his waist as he held her close to his chest. "We should get some sleep."
Liv looked over towards the bedroom, the condoms still on the floor and she chuckled. "You were determined, weren't you?", she said pointing to the condom packets still on the floor.
"Yeah, I was. It was worth every dropped packet."
She looked again towards the standing shower for two. "Take a shower with me Fitz? Before we go to bed, can we take a shower?"
Fitz looked over at the shower. "Yeah, we can do that." He went to pull away to get it started and she held him.
"Before you tell your story, Fitz, before I hear what happened, what may still be happening, I need you to know something."
He was now looking down at her, her looking up at him. "What is it Livvie?"
"I just….I want you….it's…" she looked down at the floor. She shook her head. Her shoulders went up with her deep breath.
She looked back up with tears, but they weren't sadness. Fitz had tilted his head down, eyes looking up at her. "Liv." He said, almost as a question.
Their eyes locked on one another. "I love you." She nodded. "I do, Fitz. I love you."
Fitz smiled, put his hand under her chin as he bent down a bit more. "And I love you, Livvie."
They walked to the bedroom, arm around one another, Liv's around his waist, Fitz's around her shoulders, towards the shower, to cleanse the emotions they had felt earlier and to begin another journey forward in love.