AN: I hope you enjoy some happy times for this couple. I was recently told that my one-shots be depressing AF! LMAO. Enjoy!
Olivia had never thought they'd get here, not so soon, not after everything they had been through. But over the past couple of days, she found herself feeling lighter, her heart softening as she noticed the small, yet significant, shifts in their dynamic.
It wasn't an overnight fix. That much was clear. But the communication between her and Fitz had improved dramatically, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn't feel like they were walking on eggshells around each other. Therapy with Dr. Dublin had become a safe space for them to be honest—not just with each other but also with themselves. Fitz's willingness to show vulnerability had been a game-changer, and Olivia could see how much he truly wanted to repair what they had broken.
In those quiet moments after therapy, when they would sit and talk over dinner or while watching TV, Olivia could feel her walls beginning to crumble. She saw the effort Fitz was putting in—not just through his words but through his actions. He listened more intently, asked her how she was feeling without feeling forced, and voiced his opinions when necessary. He wasn't the same man who kept things inside.
And Olivia was learning, too. She was learning to let go of the small, nagging doubts that had clung to her heart for so long. Trust was tricky to rebuild, but it wasn't impossible. Day by day, she found herself leaning into the possibility of forgiveness, of moving forward, of loving Fitz without the weight of the past dragging them down.
One evening, after a long day at work, Olivia came home to find Fitz in the kitchen, cooking dinner. The smell of spices and freshly chopped herbs filled the air, and she couldn't help but smile at the sight of him standing over the stove, looking every bit the domestic man she'd grown to love.
"Something smells good," she said, dropping her bag on the counter as she walked over to him.
Fitz turned around, a grin spreading across his face. "You're just in time. Dinner's almost ready."
Olivia stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "What did I do to deserve this?"
"Just being you," Fitz smirked, wiping his hands on a towel before reaching into his back pocket. "This isn't the only surprise I have for you."
Olivia raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What else is there?"
He pulled out two tickets from his pocket, holding them up with a flourish. "I got us tickets to the Broadway show you've been dying to see. You know, the one that's been sold out for weeks."
Olivia's eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. "Are you serious? Fitz, how did you even get these?"
Fitz grinned, clearly proud of himself. "I have my ways. Thought it would be a nice surprise."
Olivia's heart swelled with emotion. He had remembered. She had mentioned wanting to see the show weeks before their fallout, offhandedly, not thinking he'd even paid attention. But here he was, proving her wrong in the best way possible.
She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "You're amazing. Thank you."
Fitz chuckled, holding her close. "Anything for you, Livvie. You deserve it."
As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Olivia felt a surge of hope. Things weren't perfect, but they were getting better. Fitz was making an effort—one that felt real, one that wasn't just about fixing things for the sake of it. He was showing her, day by day, that he wanted them to work, that he still loved her deeply.
And for the first time in a long time, Olivia felt like she could let herself believe in them again.
The lights of Broadway shimmered brightly against the New York City night sky as Fitz and Olivia stepped out of the town car, their hands intertwined. Tonight was a special night—an evening of celebration, of normalcy, and of the two of them finally beginning to breathe again after what felt like endless weeks of tension and heartbreak.
Fitz glanced down at Olivia, and his heart did a little flip. She looked stunning. She was wearing a fitted emerald-green dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the color perfectly complementing her rich skin tone. The dress stopped just below her knees, the slight slit on the side giving her an extra bit of edge and elegance. Her hair was styled in soft waves that cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Her pouty lips were covered in the yummiest shade of red.
"Damn, Livvie," Fitz said, his voice low as he took her in. "You're making me look underdressed."
Olivia smirked, glancing over at him. "I don't think anyone could make you look underdressed in that suit, Fitz."
And she wasn't lying. Fitz looked every bit the part of a leading man tonight. He wore a tailored navy blue suit, the cut sharp and sophisticated, paired with a crisp white dress shirt. The top two buttons were left undone, giving him that effortlessly handsome look Olivia had always loved. His black leather shoes gleamed under the theater lights, and Olivia couldn't help but notice how well the suit accentuated his broad shoulders and long frame.
"You look good, baby," Olivia said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He soaked in her praise and affection, grateful she was freely giving it again.
Fitz grinned. "Not as good as you, but I'll take it."
They walked hand-in-hand toward the entrance of the theater, their steps in sync as they made their way inside. Tonight, they were seeing a highly anticipated Broadway show, something Olivia had been excited about for weeks. Fitz knew how much she loved theater, and after everything they'd been through, he wanted to give her a night to enjoy herself—to focus on the present and create new memories.
As they stepped into the lobby, the excitement in the air was palpable. The space was filled with theatergoers dressed in their finest, the hum of chatter and laughter creating an almost electric atmosphere. Olivia's eyes sparkled as she took it all in, her hand still resting comfortably in Fitz's.
"I've missed this," she said, her voice soft and almost wistful.
"What? The theater?" Fitz asked, looking over at her.
"Yeah," Olivia nodded, but then she turned to him with a warm smile. "And us. Doing things like this. Just being together without the weight of everything hanging over us."
Fitz's heart clenched, and he squeezed her hand gently. "Me too, Livvie. Me too."
They found their seats, center orchestra, with a perfect view of the stage. Fitz had pulled some strings to get the best seats in the house—anything to make the night special. As they settled in, Olivia leaned into him slightly, her head resting on his shoulder. It was a simple gesture, but it felt like a victory—a sign that they were healing, slowly but surely.
The lights dimmed, and the orchestra began to play the opening notes. The audience hushed, and the curtain slowly rose to reveal the vibrant set of the show. Fitz wasn't much of a theater guy, but even he had to admit the energy of the production was infectious. He stole a glance at Olivia, watching as her eyes lit up, fully immersed in the performance.
Throughout the show, Fitz found himself relaxing more and more. Every laugh Olivia let out, every time she gasped or clapped with excitement, made him feel lighter. It was moments like this—when her guard was down, and she was simply enjoying life—that reminded him why he'd fallen in love with her in the first place.
At intermission, they stepped out into the lobby again, mingling with other theatergoers. Fitz grabbed two glasses of champagne from a passing server and handed one to Olivia.
"To us," Fitz said, holding his glass up.
"To us," Olivia echoed, clinking her glass against his before taking a sip. The bubbles fizzled against her lips, and she smiled at him, feeling a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time.
"You know," Fitz began, his voice low and playful, "I think you might have to wear that dress every time we go out. It's... distracting."
Olivia laughed, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."
"Only because you make me ridiculous," Fitz teased, his eyes sweeping over her once again. "Seriously, Livvie, you're killing me in that dress."
"Good," Olivia said with a smirk, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "That was the plan."
They spent the rest of the intermission chatting about the show, about the actors and the music, and even though they were talking about something light and fun, Fitz felt the weight of everything they'd been through dissipating just a little more. It wasn't that their problems had disappeared overnight—far from it. But they were learning how to be with each other again, how to enjoy the moments in between the hard conversations.
When the second act began, they settled back into their seats, Olivia snuggling a little closer to him. Fitz wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his side as they watched the story unfold on stage. For the first time in a long time, Fitz felt at peace, like they were finally on the same page again.
As the curtain fell and the cast took their bows, Fitz and Olivia joined the rest of the audience in a standing ovation, clapping until their hands hurt. Olivia's face was glowing with excitement, and Fitz couldn't help but smile at the sight of her so happy.
"Thank you for this," Olivia said as they walked out of the theater, her hand once again in his. "I really needed tonight."
Fitz leaned down, kissing the top of her head. "You deserve it, Livvie. I'd do anything to make you smile like that."
They stepped out onto the bustling Manhattan streets, the energy of Broadway still buzzing around them. Fitz hailed a cab, and as they slid into the backseat, Olivia leaned her head on his shoulder again, letting out a content sigh.
"Things feel better, don't they?" she asked quietly, almost as if she were afraid to say it out loud.
Fitz nodded, resting his cheek against the top of her head. "Yeah, they do. We're getting there."
Olivia smiled softly, feeling the weight of the night settle in—a good kind of weight, the kind that made her feel grounded, connected. She knew they still had work to do, that the road ahead wasn't without its bumps, but for now, in this moment, everything felt... right.
As the cab drove them back toward the penthouse, Fitz glanced down at Olivia, his hand resting on her knee. "You know," he said, his voice teasing, "there's no rule saying we have to end the night after the show. We could... continue celebrating at home."
Olivia raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"
Fitz smirked, leaning in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "I was thinking we could start by getting you out of that dress..."
Olivia laughed, her cheeks flushing as she playfully shoved him away. "You're incorrigible."
He was grateful she was receptive to his advances as it had been weeks since he'd made love to her.
"Only for you, Livvie," Fitz whispered, his voice low and filled with promise.
Fitz couldn't remember the last time he had felt this kind of anticipation, this palpable tension that seemed to hang in the air between him and Olivia. The Broadway show had been incredible, sure—but what lingered with him now was something entirely different. Something that had been building between them for weeks, something that neither of them had yet acknowledged aloud but was there, just waiting for the right moment.
As the cab drove them back to the penthouse, Olivia was nestled against his shoulder, her warmth seeping into him, and it felt so familiar, so right. Yet at the same time, it carried the weight of everything they had gone through. It had been weeks since they had been this close—really close—and Fitz knew they had come so far from the mess they'd been in, but he wasn't naive enough to think that everything had magically fixed itself. They were healing, slowly, but they were still healing.
Still, the way her body rested against him, the quiet comfort of her presence—it stirred something deep within him. He wanted her. Not just physically, though that part of him had always wanted her. No, this was more. He wanted her heart, her trust, her love, in a way that was deeper than anything they'd had before.
By the time they reached the penthouse, the tension between them was almost unbearable. Olivia was silent, but Fitz could feel the same anticipation humming in her. As he opened the door for her, he gently placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her inside. The air in the apartment felt different—heavy, electric.
Neither of them said a word as they stood in the quiet of their home, facing each other, eyes locking. Fitz swallowed hard, his chest tightening with emotion as he looked at her. She was beautiful. Always had been. But tonight, there was something more, something raw and vulnerable about the way she stood there, gazing at him as if she was seeing him for the first time again.
"I missed this," she said softly, breaking the silence. Her voice was steady, but there was an unmistakable tremor of emotion beneath it. "I missed us."
Her words hit Fitz straight in the chest, and before he could even process what he was doing, he was moving toward her. His hands found her face, cradling her cheeks as he leaned down to kiss her, slow and tender like he was asking for permission. And when she responded, her lips parting beneath his, the floodgates opened.
He kissed her with everything he had, all the pent-up love, the regret, the longing. It was as though he was trying to say everything he couldn't find the words for—all of the apologies, all of the promises, all of the desire he had for her. His hands slid from her face to her waist, pulling her closer, needing to feel her against him.
"Livvie," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough with emotion. He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say, but her name on his lips felt like the only thing that mattered.
"I missed you," she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly as her hands moved up his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I missed you so much."
Fitz's heart clenched, the weight of her words settling over him. God, he had missed her too—missed her more than he could ever put into words. His hands moved down to her hips, guiding her backward toward the bedroom, their lips never breaking contact. Each kiss, each touch, felt like a revelation like they were slowly finding their way back to each other after being lost for so long.
When they reached the bedroom, Fitz paused, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. He needed to be sure. He needed to know that she wanted this as much as he did.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
Olivia's gaze softened, her eyes filled with a quiet certainty that made Fitz's chest tighten. "Yes," she said softly. "I want this. I want you."
Those words were everything. Fitz let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, his thumb brushing gently over her cheek before leaning in to kiss her again. This time, the kiss was filled with more than just longing—it was filled with love, with everything he had been holding onto for weeks.. It was like coming home.
His hands moved over her body, taking his time, savoring every inch of her. He had missed this—missed the feel of her beneath his hands, the way her body responded to his touch. Slowly, he undressed her, his fingers trembling slightly as he peeled away the layers that separated them. When she was finally bare before him, his breath caught in his throat.
"God, Livvie," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're beautiful."
Olivia smiled a soft, vulnerable smile that made Fitz's heartache in the best way possible. She reached for him, helping him out of his shirt, her fingers grazing over the familiar planes of his chest. The feel of her touch, the warmth of her hands on his skin—it was everything he had been craving.
When they finally came together, it wasn't rushed or frantic. It was slow, deliberate as if they were rediscovering each other after so much time apart. Fitz moved over her, his body pressing against hers, their lips finding each other again in a kiss that was filled with both passion and tenderness. There was a quiet intensity between them, a need that went beyond the physical.
As they moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm, Fitz felt the connection between them deepening. This wasn't just about sex—it was about everything they had been through, everything they had survived. It was about healing, about forgiveness, about choosing each other again.
Fitz's hands slid down her sides, his fingers curling around her hips as he held her close, their movements slow and steady. He could feel Olivia's breath hitch beneath him, her body responding to his in a way that made his heart race.
"Livvie," he groaned, his voice rough with emotion. "God, I love you."
Olivia's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she whispered, "I love you too. So much."
Hearing those words from her, after everything, sent a wave of emotion crashing over him. This was more than he could have ever hoped for, more than he thought he deserved. And as they moved together, as they reached the peak of their connection, Fitz knew with absolute certainty that this was right. This was them finding their way back to each other, stronger than before.
When it was over, Fitz collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms as they lay there in the quiet aftermath. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, but his heart was steady, full. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Olivia's head, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
"I'm never going to take you for granted again," Fitz whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Olivia snuggled closer, her head resting on his chest as she let out a content sigh. "I believe you," she whispered back, her voice filled with quiet certainty.
Fitz closed his eyes, his hand gently stroking her back as they lay there together. For the first time in weeks, he felt a sense of peace. They had been through hell, but they had made it through. They had chosen each other, again and again, and now, they were stronger for it.
As the quiet of the night wrapped around them, Fitz knew that this was just the beginning. They still had work to do and still had healing left, but for now, in this moment, they were exactly where they needed to be—together.
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