Chapter 11
The sun was slightly off to the left, signaling it was making its way to set. Fitz hoped that Liv would be awake for that. The reflection of the sun on the lake was beautiful. He wanted to witness that in the rowboat with her in his arms.
Judging by the location, they still had another 3 hours, so Fitz decided to follow through with the rarity of his eyes growing heavy and his body begging for sleep. He didn't think he would sleep long, but Olivia was soundly sleeping, her head rested on his abs, her hands on either side of his hips, and her legs curled in between his.
The boxers were doing nothing at all to hide the fact of how much he wanted her and he was surprised the pressing of it against her chest didn't wake her up.
They just finished two hours of talking and snacking. Fitz told her everything, everything about what Jeremy and Raquel were lying about, everything about his anger issues, and his troublemaking. Dear Lord if this woman didn't embrace him, through everything, just accepted him, and he couldn't take the love she had for him. All the understanding and affection coming through in her words.
In return, she told him all about Ethan. Fitz was almost sorry he said he would try to control his anger, because from what he heard, if he ever met Ethan face to face, those words would be moot. He would punch him first, then talk.
Fitz's hand caressed Liv's cheek as she slept. He moved some of her hair back from her face and rested his hand there, just below the ear, cupping her gorgeous neck. That is how he fell asleep. His hand resting on her, feeling her, touching her, it was all Fitz needed to calm down.
"Fitzgerald Grant, I'm assuming." Fitz looked at the guy who walked into FTG, recognizing him immediately from the picture on Liv's phone. "I'm hoping you can help me get some information to have my wedding here." He smiled, a smug smile if Fitz ever did see one, and he pushed the guy's hand away instead of shaking it.
"No, I cannot help you with your wedding. We are all booked up. Now if you will please leave." Fitz turned in his swivel chair and continued with some paperwork.
He heard the guy, known as Ethan, give a sighing laugh. "You don't even know the date I wanted." Ethan wouldn't move from his standing spot.
"I don't want to know the day you want; your business is not welcomed here; I am not going to help you with your wedding. Go find another banquet hall." Fitz didn't even look at him.
"With all do respect Mr. Grant, do you know me?" Ethan asked, waiting for an answer.
"No! And I don't care to know you either, I've asked you to leave, now leave." Fitz's hand went to his head where he rested his thumb on his temple, forefinger above his brow. He took a deep breath because the anger was spiking his blood pressure.
"Fine, but when I tell your father, the one who told me to come here, I don't think he'll be too pleased. He was excited to get my bus…"
"I'm not my father." Fitz closed his eyes. "He hurt me Fitz, emotionally, in a way I can never explain well enough in words." Olivia's voice pumped through his heartbeat, as he remembered her telling him, and he tried hard not to stand up now.
"You're serious." Ethan stood now with his hands out shrugging. "This is some shit. You're turning down a big name wedding."
"I said leave!" Fitz said the words as he pushed his chair back, hearing it topple to the floor, and he walked from behind his desk. "Why can't you listen the first time, you piece of shit."
His fist went back, and he was about to punch Ethan right in the jaw, then he heard her voice. "Fitz, no, didn't Ethan tell you we want to do the wedding here, your dad said it shouldn't be a problem." Fitz froze, trying to stop the tears from filling his eyes as he saw Olivia interlock her arm with Ethan and rub his chest.
He began to rub his hands together, just staring at the couple. His hands went to his face and up to rub his hair in anger. He was about to bring his hands back down, but suddenly Liv's hand was holding his.
Fitz jumped from the short sleep he just had. Waking up from that hideous dream from the touch of her hand on his. His fingers actually in her hair, hand resting on the side of her head.
She wasn't fully awake, her hand was over his, rubbing gently, and her head moved. She blinked her eyes opened and rested her chin just below his chest. She smiled when she saw him looking at her, feeling him caress her hair so softly.
Olivia began to give him gentle kisses up to his collar bone where she stopped and rested her head in the crook of his neck. "Mmm, you feel so good." She nuzzled her nose into his neck, but his hand never left her hair, still caressing it, grateful that shit with Ethan was all a dream.
"Livvie." He whispered. "You're mine?"
She smiled, so radiantly at him, he could feel his heart skip. She rested her chin now on his chest. Her finger outlined his lips, as if she was drawing a map as to where hers would wind up. "All yours, Mr. Grant." Just as he figured, her lips overtook his as her hand cupped his face, and Fitz felt his body jolt. He closed his eyes, falling into the kiss so passionately he felt himself pull on her hair. His tongue went from the bottom of her gorgeous neck right up to the jawline, all holding her head back from her hair. He heard her give a slight moan as her body was reacting.
He stopped and let go. "I'm so sorry, Livvie, did I hurt you?" His hand went to his side.
"No" she said while shaking her head. "Not at all. That actually felt…." She paused then smiled seductively at him. "hot."
He licked his lips, looked at her bare chest, her bare body for that matter, and wanted to be inside her so badly. His hand cupped her breast and he began caressing it as if it was dough, using his thumb to rub across the nipple. All the while her body on his and his erection screaming through the boxers.
Liv's head was just moving on his shoulder, slowly, just feeling his touch on her breasts. She was happy she made the decision not to get dressed, falling asleep naked with the man she's fallen so deeply in love with.
Fitz lifted his head slightly off the pillow and pulled her closer so that his lips could rest on that gorgeous neck. He felt her smooth skin on his lips, and he just had to taste her. His tongue went slowly up her neck again, stopped just below her jawline as before, then he just stopped and took in her smell, again pulling slightly on her hair.
"Pull my boxers down, Liv, please pull them down. I want to be inside you so bad."
Liv was still coming down from the kissing on her neck, yet she found her hands having a mind of their own as she lifted her bottom and without turning, led his boxers off.
She wasn't quite sure how Fitz did it, maybe she was too weak to realize it, but the condom was sliding down his gorgeous cock, and before Liv could even react, both his hands held her hips.
He centered her down over his erection, and she must have been as wet as he thought, because he glided right into her. The moan Liv let out when he was so deep inside her took over Fitz's mind. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist, and engulfed his mouth over her breast.
Liv's hands fell weakly around Fitz's shoulders where they just dangled there. Her mouth was opened, but nothing could come out, so she just rubbed her cheek over his soft, curly hair.
Hot kisses, warm saliva, his mouth was consuming her whole upper body while his dick consumed her whole lower body. He kissed her, collarbone to chest, both breasts, down her stomach, and Liv felt a small pain.
The beautiful big hands wrapped almost around her whole waist, pulling her up then down, feeling his dick so deep inside her. "Fitz…I…I" Liv had no words and her forehead just rested on the top of his head as her climax hit her long and hard.
He felt that her arms, though dangling lost any strength and fell like rubber, her hands, her fingertips just rubbing his back. The way her body jolted was gorgeous. "Did you just come, sweet baby?"
Nodding her head slowly, because she was still coming, he was still pumping her, and Liv was sure she was going to have finger bruises on her waist. He was fucking her hard, and damn did it feel amazing. Her hands finally cupped his face, and she kissed him, mainly with her tongue.
He moaned and flipped her body to her back. Fitz pulled out completely, much to Liv's disappointment, but before she could complain, his tongue was tasting her, up her clit, down her clit, then inside.
The explosion in Liv's body was something she would never understand. It turned her numb as he relentlessly tasted her, and she didn't know how he was ignoring the huge erection he still had.
Her feet were slightly up off the bed, as her second orgasm in less than five minutes, took her out and she pulled his hair back to get him to let up. He crawled to her smiling, sweating and smiling, and said "you ok? Need to stop?"
Liv took a hard swallow. She had no control whatsoever over her body right about now. She opened her eyes and looked directly in his. Something told her this was different for him, he not only wanted her, he needed her. Liv could tell just by looking in his eyes. Shaking her head, she said softly, "don't stop."
That erection he still had made its way back to its rightful place inside her. He gripped the headboard above them, and Liv's body was pure rubber and he thrusted in her, out of her, back in her. His teeth grinded.
His face fell into the crook of her neck, "Mine, Liv, all mine." He grunted as Liv felt his body stiffen and as she hit her impossible third orgasm, Fitz let his body fall on hers, as he tried to catch his breath.
Turning his head, resting it on her chest, he couldn't move, and Liv could feel his heart pounding. This time it was her turn to caress his hair, as she heard his breathing begin to slow down. "I love you so much Olivia, I really didn't mean to get that rough."
"Hey," she cupped his face to look at her. "It was fine, it was the best sex I have ever had. Three fucking times, Fitz, I came three times." Her body took a long breath as she watched him smile.
"Proud of yourself Mister." She smirked as his body finally rolled off her.
Smirking back, he kissed her forehead, reached for a tissue and took off his condom. They faced each other, Liv's fingers outlined his lips. "As rough as you think you were with me, you were so gentle, are so gentle with me." Looking closely at his eyes, finger outlining his soft lips, his eyes screamed at her.
"Why don't you sleep Fitz?" She looked so concerned.
He shrugged. 'I don't know". Maybe because I dream of losing you every time I close my eyes. He thought about it, but couldn't say it. "I fucked up so many times, sometimes my thoughts consume me."
Liv took a deep breath. "You want to look at your phone?" They told each other they would be phone free for six hours, or until they came back from the lake.
"Nope, because a promise is a promise." His finger went softly down her cheek. "Want to get ready? We'll go for a sunset boat ride on the lake." Fitz saw Liv's face light up.
"A boat?"
"Yep, you ride your motorcycle, I'll row my boat." Fitz smiled back.
Liv bit her bottom lip. "Quick shower and we'll head out." As Liv went to grab some things out of her bag, she remembered the book she brought for him. She was so overwhelmed with the love Fitz was giving her, she forgot she published her first book.
His eyes were falling heavy, and Liv wanted him to sleep, even if it wasn't long. She looked back at the book. "It can wait." She thought. It can be a surprise for him after the boat ride. Looking at the cover, she smiled and walked towards the bathroom.
Eli Pope was looking at the same cover Liv was looking at on the book. Smiling as his hand went down the top to the bottom of the book. "My baby is an author." His proud eyes having to look up at the television set.
"Olivia Pope, born and raised in the Garfield section is set to release her first book, and book tour within the surrounding urban areas. Her publisher, Destiny Howard had these words to say to our own Denise Mitchell." Eli's eyes were glued to the set. They were talking about it on the evening news.
"Ms. Pope's book is set to be released next week. The stories are true to life stories, and how families overcome their struggles to live in today's society. Olivia helped many of these families and she is honored to be able to share their lives through hardships and successes. Olivia so eloquently puts their stories into words, making you become a part of their lives." Destiny smiled.
"And Olivia's character, what is she like as a person?" Denise asked. "Is she really as good hearted as the community says she is?"
"Times ten." Destiny said. "Olivia's heart is pure, in the right place. You'll see when you get to know her on an upcoming book tour, which I encourage you to get tickets for. There hasn't been one harsh word about her, a true giver and leader in the urban community. Her father instilled in her at a very young age helping others can be so rewarding, Olivia does just that. One of the most genuine, generous, and humble people you'll ever meet, that's a guarantee."
"Olivia's book tour is set to begin in about a month, and you heard Ms. Howard, go get those tickets. Back to you Sheryl."
Eli was about to turn off the TV, he had to get to Emmie's place. He had the book in his hands. But the next story froze him in his tracks. "Son of…" He just sat back down and listened, closing his eyes, and hoping this didn't mean problems for Olivia.
After the news story, Eli's happiness had soon disappeared, and he was visibly worried. He tapped the top of his lip wanting to call Olivia, but knowing she asked not to be disturbed. "Only, and I mean only if Abby needs anything you disturb me." She had told Eli as she was packing for her getaway.
Eli rubbed his head. He had to make this better, hopefully even go away, and as he exited his place to head to Emmie's, it was as if his genie had popped out of the bottle and granted one of his wishes.
He looked down at a small camera crew standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was about to get upset and tell them to go away, but he remembered Olivia was making news now, not just Fitz.
"Can I help you?" Eli looked confused.
"Mr. Grant." Eli turned to see Jonah. Jonah grew up in the neighborhood. "Jonah from up the street. This is my company. We want to do a news story on Olivia. Is she around?" Jonah smiled waiting for Eli's answer.
"Actually, Jonah, she isn't, but I can guarantee you an exclusive interview, if you do me a huge favor." He smiled, sitting with Jonah on the stoop like they did for so many years as he treated the kids to ice cream from his store when they were younger.
Across the river, in the hills Fitz's parents were dodging a different kind of camera crew, one much nastier than the one Eli encountered. Just getting home from playing some sets of tennis, there were several camera crews waiting at the end of the driveway.
"Mr. and Mrs. Grant, why did Levy Danforth change wedding venues?"
"Was it because of Fitz and Felicia?"
Fitz's parents walked through the questions and ignored the cameras. They almost made it to the house when one shouted "Did Fitz get Felicia pregnant?"
Feeling the heat rise in her face, Sarah turned quickly around, even though Gerry tried to stop her. "Do you ever stop trying to belittle our son? We have no comment on the Danforth family. If you want information, go to them."
"Mrs. Grant, your son is one of the most aggressive, anger centered people I've come across. He's broken many of my cameras. Could you blame us for questioning the reasoning of Danforth moving the wedding?" Bradley Barret just smirked at the woman, trying to get her angry enough to say something newsworthy.
Sarah turned to him, calmly, her round beautiful face lit up when she smiled at the dumbass that had just asked that question. Without breaking her smile, she said "I'm glad he's broken so many of your cameras, so well deserved. It's just a shame he didn't break anything else that belongs to you. I'll have a talk with him about that." With that she turned as Gerry put his arm around her guiding her inside.
The big screen television glared at them. There was the news story Eli was watching across the river, the same time as they were. There was footage from one of the times Fitz was having an outburst. The screen showed an angry Fitz pushing the camera down that was in his face and watching it smash on the ground.
"Can anyone doubt what's being said isn't true? He's a bully, not an ounce of gentleness about him. I cannot imagine how he bullied his way into Felicia's life, only to have it end so terribly." Ryne Cantor, the Hills insider came on the screen.
"Here to give us some insight into Fitz Grant and his behavior is someone who has known him most of his life. Raquel Falcon." Ryne turned to her. "So, you think the rumors stirring are true?"
"1000 percent, Ryne. I have seen Fitz during his outbursts. I can only imagine how someone so fragile as Felicia must have been so intimidated." Her red lipstick coated on her lips glistened when she smiled into the camera. "Fitzgerald Grant, is, by far, one of the most aggressive men I have ever come across. Trust me, if he wanted something done, he only knows one way to get it done. That's through anger and violence, there is not a gentle bone in his body."
Sarah turned to Gerry. "We can't just sit back and let this continue. I'm not calling him either. He made it clear he wanted all this time with Olivia. Make the only positive thing that's come into my life work. That's what he said to me before he leaves."
Gerry looked at his wife. She was very upset, on the verge of tears, and Gerry took a deep breath. He pulled out his phone beginning to dial and number, but Sarah stopped him. "Don't call him Gerry, not about this."
He stopped dialing for a moment. "I'm not Sarah. I am calling Falcon, Raquel's father. I am retiring, I am not going to be in the middle of this and stay silent because of my job. Raquel has gone too far." Gerry walked away as he began talking.
Sarah took one last look at the screen, Raquel with an evil smile on her face vowing to get to the bottom of the rumors flaring about Fitz and the Danforth wedding. Sarah cupped her face, feeling her cheeks burning. "He's not an angry, aggressor, you little bitch, far from the opposite, and someone you could never understand."
Fitz's hands were dangling down the front of Liv. She was sitting leaned up against his chest, in the rowboat. Her head was tilted a bit towards her shoulder as his one hand caressed her hair, the hair that glistened with the orange the setting sun was giving to the water.
He kissed her temple. "You like this Livvie?" He looked up as the sun was almost completely engulfed by the lake, almost looking like it was hiding behind the water.
Liv smelled one of the violets, a white one she had in her hand. Her other hand reached around and caressed the back of his neck gently touching his hair. "This is so beautiful Fitz." The boat was just floating slowly, as Fitz had it anchored with the oars, and the setting sun was just in front of them.
There were reflections from the trees mirroring the water and the orange from the sun gave the water an outstanding glow. Liv looked up at him as he smiled down at her. "I wanted you to see this so badly, just like this in my arms." Fitz took a deep breath. " I can't believe I'm here with you."
Liv pulled him closer to her and kissed him softly rubbing his curls. "There is no place I would rather be right now." She cuddled her body close to him and turned back to the lake as his arms wrapped around the front of his body.
"Did you used to come out here as a kid?" Her hands went over his, interlocking her fingers with his.
"I would swim to that dock over there." Fitz said as Liv turned and saw a small wooden rectangle in the middle of the lake, a ladder on the side. "I would swim there and just lay on it until the sun would set. I would race myself back to the house before the sun would go down. It was like I was having a race to beat the sun before it set." He gave a laugh and looked down.
He felt her smile and he closed his eyes, imagining it, her smile, and his body felt that calmness again. Liv looked out, still staring at the dock. "Aww, a little Fitz swimming and running, you had to have been the cutest little boy."
Fitz shrugged. "I don't know, my mom said I was, but I won't brag." He kissed the top of her head. "Then, when I was about twelve I began to row the boat. At first it was hard, and I wouldn't get very far, but I would row out to the dock, secure the boat, and then I would race back to get my rowing skills better."
"Don't tell me, you were on the rowing team in high school." Liv laughed.
"God, no." Fitz laughed with her. "I wasn't that good."
"Well, you did fine tonight. I loved watching those bicep muscles at work. Plus the violets outlining the boat. I couldn't have asked for something more perfect." She turned again to his awaiting lips, and Liv turned her body more to get into the kiss.
The sun gave the sky such a fiery glow and in the background of the newly lovers passionate kiss, the sun was saying its final goodbye for the ending day.
Liv stopped the kiss and rested her head on his chest as his arms wrapped around her and they watched as the sun left for a brief rest. Fitz licked his lips, took his fingers and rubbed her shoulder as she moved to face him on the boat.
"We'll head back and eat something. I'll get a fire pit going and we'll make hot dogs and burgers." He began to row towards the shore.
Liv looked around, "and the violets, they are just beautiful, this whole night was just beautiful, thank you so much."
Fitz smiled. He had Felix outline the top of the boat with lavender, dark purple, and white heart shaped violets, just to add a little romance to the boat ride. "Anything for you Liv, I mean that."
Their romantic time spent on the boat didn't go unnoticed. The camera crew found a perfect spot in a wooded area to record most of it. Jonah was happy they were on an angle that showed the beautiful moments between them.
Eli had told him all about the reputation Fitz had, and Jonah had heard some of it for himself. Looking out at the lake now and how gentle and loving Fitz was to Olivia, Jonah could certainly make a case that the news reported tonight was wrong.
The cameraman looked at Jonah, "is that enough boss?"
Jonah turned to see Fitz begin rowing back and he nodded his head. He had known Olivia since they were 8 years old. He saw her happy at times, always a friendly word for anyone, but this was a special kind of happiness.
"Let's just get them leaving the boat, and we will be good to go." Jonah was more than happy to help Eli. He made sure to Jonah not for Fitz to see him because that would be the end of it.
Jonah understood the assignment and he couldn't wait to counter Raquel's story with this one. It would put her lying story to shame, and he was ready to do all he could to help Eli and Olivia.
Just as expected when Fitz docked the boat, he stepped out. The scene Jonah saw in front of him was better than any romantic movie he could've seen. Fitz got out of the boat first, the boat covered in gorgeous violets.
He turned and put his hand down for Liv to take and help her out of the boat. Liv took his hand and stepped slowly out of the boat and faced him. Before she could even speak he scooped her into his arms as her arms wrapped around his shoulder as she squealed smiling.
There they stood just the sound of chirping crickets and leaves blowing in the small breeze and he kissed her, holding her and walking back towards the waiting lake house. All the while, not knowing there beautiful love exchange had been recorded.
"James I cannot sit back and let this continue. Your daughter is on the news spreading lies about my son, it's best I stop working and focus on my family. Fitz is at a point in his life where he is trying to do better."
"How about if I speak to her, tell her to stay off the news, come on Ger, we are in the midst of a major purchase, townhouses galore along the coast, don't do this, not now." James wasn't one to beg, but he needed this to go through. "We're talking tens of millions of dollars." He knew damn well money didn't entice Gerry.
Gerry looked over at Sarah, still distraught over the news, worried about Fitz and what it will do to Olivia and the relationship. Her son was so happy with her, she didn't want anything to ruin it for him. Every time he found any kind of happiness that bitch Raquel beat it down.
"No can do James, I work for two more weeks to transfer and close my accounts, but I'm done, Raquel has gone too far this time, causing what could be a life damaging scandal for my son. You have to stop her and I'm not going to have her dangling my job over Fitz's head like she has always done."
He hung up the phone and sat on the couch next to Sarah. Sarah rested her head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Gerry, this is going to mean so much to him. It will show that you believe in him."
Gerry gave his wife a gentle kiss on her temple, "I always believed in him, I just hope this doesn't get ugly for him and someone close to the truth puts it into light. Fitz is going to have a hard time convincing anyone that he is innocent in all this." Gerry took a deep breath.
Jonah arrived at the Pope house and sat with Eli. His camera guy, Bart, set up the devices so Eli could see the footage Jonah had got. "Did he did they, did anyone notice you?" Eli was worried, Liv would have a fit if she knew what she did.
"No, they are in their own little world up there. She's very happy Eli, and very in love." Jonah assured him.
Eli took a frustrated breath and said, "I know, that's what worries me." He turned and saw the footage of the two of them, first getting into the flower covered boat, then holding each other as the sun set. "Ok, I'm good." Eli had seen enough.
"Everything Ok, Mr. Pope?" Jonah didn't want to upset him.
"No, it's confirmed he loves her, and she loves him, and I'm not coming between them. I want to help. This is perfect. Raquel painted a picture of a horrible person in Fitz. This will prove her wrong, it's just the other allegations he will have to beat."
"I can have this edited and ready to bring to the news outlet in the afternoon. That's only if you want me to." Jonah waited.
"Ok, give me a few hours. In the meantime, can you make me a copy, I have one more thing I need to do."
They didn't care their phones remained in their bags, unanswered, not looked at, and ignored for the entire day. The fire was crackling into the night sky and Fitz had just put a marshmallow onto a very long stick and handed it to Liv.
Next to them on the table awaited the rest of what would be their s'mores snack. Dinner was perfect and they had talked more about Fitz's outbursts, especially towards guys with cameras.
"Is there any one of them you can't stand the most?" Liv took a bit of her hamburger as Fitz was just about finished his.
"Bradley fucking Barret." Fitz looked down. "Sorry about the language. That little shit has been in my face too many times. He's beholden to Raquel and will do anything she says, in return he gets in her pants." He covered his mouth. He didn't want to talk like this in front of Liv.
"Oh I know plenty of those, Fitz, you don't have to stop."
"Well, I got home just in time one day. He was about to invade my mom's privacy and when he wouldn't leave as I asked, I smashed his camera. It was better than smashing his face, you would think he would have been thankful."
"Must have been a bit more expensive smashing his camera." Liv guessed.
"He cried how I was paying for his $5000 camera I just broke. I stepped over him trying to pick up the pieces and didn't look back. We had a few more run ins." Fitz stopped. He was trying to think. "Oh yeah, and at some anniversary party I accidently bumped into him and him and his camera went into the pool." Fitz shrugged and took the last bit of his food.
"So, you really like the guy huh?" Liv walked over to him and sat on his lap. "I love how you like him". She bit her bottom lip and kissed him.
"What about you? Does anything make you angry, because I've yet to see anything." He asked her.
"Plenty of things make me angry, I just do something that makes me happy to control the anger. But I get scared, I get angry, but some things you have no control over." Liv shrugged.
"What scares you the most? Me?" Fitz laughed.
"Far from that, Mister. You comfort me the most. Right now, I am scared for Abby. She's heading into her last month of pregnancy, and I just want everything to be ok for her and the baby. She worries so much about me, and I do the same for her. I can't wait for the baby to be born and just to know everything is ok."
"You're going to spoil that little one, aren't you?"
'More than you know." She kissed him. "Then, Abby can spoil our little one too one day." She fell silent, not believing she said that.
He gave a pat to her lap. "Come on, let's make s'mores." He said it like the biggest little kid, and Liv had to laugh. She didn't know the numbness she just caused down his body.
"Wait. I have something for you." He stood up when she did and watched her go into the house and back out. "Close your eyes." Liv was hiding the book behind her back. "Go on, close them."
He tilted his head like a kid not wanting to do it. She was too cute though, how could he not. "Fine, closing my eyes."
"Put your arms out." Liv said, demanding.
Fitz took a breath. "Ok, eyes closed arms out, now what?" He felt something placed on his open arms and he pulled it to him, opening his eyes. His smile disappeared and he just stared at the book cover, and he felt his heart begin to pump in a happiness he had never felt for someone else before.
"Are you ok?" Liv watched him as his mood changed so quickly. "I wanted to surprise you."
His hand rubbed over the cover, much like her father's did when he saw it. "This is so amazing. I just have no words." He placed the book down and pulled her into a full bear hug, his face just in the crook of her neck. "I am so proud of you, so happy for you, and"
Her lips stopped him from talking. "Thank you." She whispered in his ear. "You gave me so much motivation. I know how much you've been hurting, and I wanted to get this done to bring some happiness to you."
"Book tour? Will you be doing one?"
"Soon enough I have to talk to Destiny. I think she's releasing things to the news this weekend, but I'm busy this weekend. I am making s'mores with my man." She pulled him by the hand over to the fire pit.
That is where they sat now, the fire going out now, and they were about take a bite of the gooey snack when Liv stopped him. "Wait." She raised her hand with her s'mores in it, "take a bite."
Fitz did, and when he was chewing, he did the same to her. They were laughing, like little kids, as they just let each other eat the other's s'mores. Only the two of them could explain why it was so satisfying.
When they finished Liv looked at him and broke out in laughter. "What's so funny?" Fitz waited and shrugged. "What?"
She stepped up to him. "You have chocolate, here." Her finger went to the corner of his mouth. "And here." Her finger went under his bottom lip.
Fitz went to use his hand to wipe it, but Liv stopped his hand. "No, let me do it." Her tongue licked under his lip, and she kissed him. Then her finger went to the corner of his lip and wiped, and Fitz took her finger in his mouth, licked all around it and that was all they needed.
He carried her, lips connected, to the bed they had come to know so much. The stars shining through the glass rooftop and Liv felt his warm lips consume her neck as he took off her shirt and his simultaneously.
Kissing down chest and her body, he stopped and slipped off her shorts to no underwear there, as he reached over and got a condom. Liv sat up and took the condom from him. She used her teeth to open the packet and pulled it out.
Never leaving her eyes off his, she could see his breathing begin to come in faster, and she slowly rolled it over his rock hard erection. She watched him, finally seeing him so weak, and she rolled it back to the tip, then back down again. He moaned. "You're making me crazy, Livvie." She put it fully on, still watching him, his eyes closed and when he opened them they were dark grey.
Leaning in towards him, she used her teeth to pull at his earlobe, and she whispered, "I had the best time today, tonight, with you." Her lips were devoured by him, as her words vibrated through his ear and did something to his body he could never explain.
Pushing her down with his lips on hers, her legs wrapped around him, and he was so easily inside her. His body began slowly to pump into her, kissing her the whole time, never letting the kiss go.
There was no sound, just their bodies under the moonlight shining in through the glass. Their lovemaking phenomenal, as they continued to fall in love and become the best of friends.
Bradley Barret was one determined young man. He would do anything to have a quickie with Raquel he didn't care what it took. He was heading over to FTG now, he needed a word with Justin. He wanted a story, and Justin had to keep his mouth shut about the truth.
It was Raquel who convinced him to go there and give Justin a little scare. Bradley had no problem doing just that.
He walked into Justin's office, although a party was going on not too far from it, and saw him speaking to a red head. The red head stood up and Bradley saw how pregnant she was.
Abby had gone to speak to Justin. She had heard the report about Fitz and she wanted to know, for her best friend's sake, if it was true. Having no way to get a hold of Olivia, not wanting to worry Eli, she went to Justin. They were just finishing their talk when Bradley barged in.
He immediately pulled out his cell phone. "Oh, this is going to be good. Fitz's little assistant paying off another pregnant woman to keep her mouth shut about Fitz." He began to laugh as Justin yelled at him to stop.
Abby knocked the phone out of his hands, staring at him. "What the hell is wrong with you, you freak." His phone cracked as it hit the ground, and he looked angrily back up at Abbey.
"You broke my phone, you little Fitz slut." Not realizing how angry he was or the strength of his push, his hand pushed Abby to move her out of the way and as she stepped back, she stumbled, hitting her head on the desk and was knocked out unconscious.
Justin's eyes saw the whole thing unfold and was in complete shock at how fast everything happened. Bradley saw Abby go down and he picked up his phone and ran out into the night.
Abby lay bleeding and Justin scrambled to the phone, dialing 9-1-1 and saying every prayer he remembered from his Catholic school days that Olivia's best friend and the baby were going to be ok.