Fitz sat on the couch absently
changing the channel on the television as he waited. He unbuttoned another
button of his pale blue oxford shirt and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows.
Finally settling on some news, he reached his arms high over his head in a much
needed stretch. The room was dark apart from the flicker of the fire in the
fireplace and the twinkle of the lights on the Christmas tree but she glowed
like an angel when she descended the stairs carrying several immaculately
wrapped gifts.
“All
of those for me?” he inquired as she sat the boxes on the coffee table. She
nodded and snuggled into his side.
“I
don’t want you to get too excited” she cautioned, “It’s not a beach house.”
He drew her into a quick kiss, a
peck which deepened when her tongue surged past his lips to dance in the warmth
of his mouth. An involuntary groan rose from deep within him and Olivia reveled
in the feeling of his fingers pressing into the flesh of her sides.
“Livvie”
he quaked sensing his self-control waning. The form-fitting grey sweater she
wore did little to contain the heat radiating from her skin but he wanted, no
needed, to feel her flesh in his hands. He ran his hands over the round cheeks
of her ass then under her sweater to tempt her cocoa skin. His impossibly
large, muscular hands owned her body turning her skin into molten chocolate and
coaxing sounds she never knew she could make.
“Do
you want to open your gifts?” she gulped as his tongue and lips ghosted over
her neck.
“Nothing
in those boxes can compare to what I’m holding right now” the brush of his
breath caused her entire body to prickle.
“Open
your gifts then I might let you take me to bed” her giggle brought a sweet
smile to his lips. She was usually so serious and in control, the consummate
professional, but he knew her carefree side. He knew the Olivia who stuck out
her tongue and danced in the kitchen in a t-shirt and thick socks. He knew the
Olivia who liked to giggle and flirt.
“You
drive a hard bargain” he kissed her lips once more then turned his attention to
the gifts, “Does it matter which one I open first?”
“This
one” she handed him the largest box, then enjoyed his expression as he tore into
the paper with the excitement of a child. When he peeled back the pale blue
tissue in the box she noticed him pause and his breath caught slightly in his
throat.
“Livvie
this is…wow…it’s beautiful” he spluttered as he ran his hand over the supple
leather of the Libero Ferrero bag, “Does this mean you don’t like my luggage?”
he joked.
Olivia grinned and shook her head,
“I never said that but I thought you could use it if we take a trip,” then
offered him the next gift which he opened with equal fervor. He smiled when he pulled the tissue back and
saw the pale blue Charvet oxford and Isaia tie, allowing his fingers to lightly
skim the silky fabric.
“I
thought the blue would really bring out your eyes and…” his hand brushed her
cheek scattering her thoughts. She
leaned into his hand appreciating its size in relation to her face then sliding
her hand over his to lace their fingers.
“Perfect”
he whispered looking deep into her chocolate eyes.
“I’m
glad you like them” she returned in an equal hush.
“I
wasn’t talking about the gifts” his fingers pushed a strand of hair off her
face, “You’re perfect Olivia.”
Perfect,
the word scared her; it came with expectation and brought back the pressures
of the world. She sat up hoping her discomfort wasn’t noticeable.
“What’s
wrong?” apprehension invading his voice.
“Nothing”
she lied, sure he wouldn’t understand if she tried to explain her fears.
Forcing the thoughts from her mind she continued, “There’s one more part of
your gift.”
Fitz gave her a skeptical look but
took the box she offered him. He felt her delicate hand come to rest on his
upper thigh as he pulled the paper from the box. Opening the lid he found a
Mont Blanc watch and an envelope.
“Wow,
Livvie, this watch is spectacular” he held it gently in his palm, “but it’s too
much. I can’t keep this.”
“You
have to” her fingers ran along his thigh in the most tantalizing manner, “it
has dual time zones which will come in handy.”
“Am
I going somewhere?” he chuckled, quickly losing the ability to focus on
anything but her hand.
“Open
the envelope” she whispered with a triumphant smile.
Fitz did as instructed and found a
brochure for Amanyara Villas. He leafed through the brochure finally coming to
the last page showing a map of the resort with a villa circled, “Turks and
Caicos, Livvie?”
“Summer
vacation with Charlie and Abby” she explained, “in separate villas of course.
That is if you want to go on vacation with me.”
“You
in a little white bikini playing in the crystal blue water?” he pretended to
ponder, “Yeah, I think I could deal with that.”
He pulled her into his lap, his
hands finding her ass while her fingers moved to play in the curls at the nape
of his neck. His eyes slid closed at the sensation of her nails on his scalp,
the way she touched him would never be anything short of extraordinary.
“You
spoil me” he spoke against the base of her neck. His tongue traced to her shoulder,
his teeth sampling the skin there.
“I
didn’t give you a beach house or anything” she whispered in his ear which was
now ruby red, “I really loved my gift.”
“Care
to show me how much?” his voice had grown husky and she felt the evidence of his
arousal against her thigh. A smile came to her plump lips and she delicately
nibbled his ear.
“Does
that line actually work?” she whispered.
“I
haven’t had much occasion to use it” Fitz responded as Olivia pulled back to
look him in the eye, “so….is it working?”
Whether the line, the flawless man
in front of her, or the lopsided grin he wore, there was no question where the
evening was headed. She smirked as she climbed off his lap and walked toward
the stairs.
“Coming?”
she beckoned.
“Right
behind you, Sexy” he jumped up from the couch and trailed her to the bedroom.
The door was barely closed before his lips collided with hers. He hungrily tempted
his tongue into her mouth feeling her suck on it gently, “Livvie” he breathed
moving them closer to the bed.
“Wait…Fitz….”
She panted.
“Why?
What’s wrong?” he wondered.
“Sit”
Olivia instructed authoritatively, pointing to the mattress. Fitz obeyed, his
eyes not leaving Olivia’s. He watched as she reached to press play on the Bose
system, “What are you doing?” he tried to keep his voice even.
“You’ll
see” she bit her lower lip, “You can look but you can’t touch.”
The music started and she began to
move, reaching first for the hem of her shirt and lifting it seductively over
her head. His hands ached to touch her as her hips swayed and her fingers
teased the button on her jeans. Fitz felt the room grow warmer and the
straining in his pants became nearly unbearable. He forced himself to remain
still on the bed, sitting on his hands to keep from reaching for the striking
beauty before him. She brought a finger to her lips, teasing it between her
teeth with a mischievous grin. Fitz caught a hint of her perfume when she
leaned closer to him, pushing her pants down her long, coltish legs. He would
swear he actually felt the room spin and his body vibrated with craving. He
wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand the ache in his pants. It wasn’t
just sex he wanted, he wanted to be close to her, to hold her, to hear her
laugh and the way she said his name. No one had ever made him feel so much that
he was enough. He’d lived his whole life trying to live up to his family name
then trying to keep Megan happy which proved an impossible task. But with
Olivia it was different; she didn’t expect anything from him. She didn’t love
him for his name or his money, she didn’t expect him to buy her things or
provide her a life, all she wanted was him.
Olivia watched Fitz’s face as she
danced for him; saw his eyes travel over her scantily clad form then noticed
them glaze over when she leaned closer to him. She moved ever closer when her
bra and panties were the only articles of clothing she still wore and watched
his hands twitch with desire to touch her. He licked his lips in anticipation.
She could tell his determination was rapidly fading. To end her striptease she slid her now damp
panties down her legs and tossed them to him with a smile.
“Fuck
it Livvie” he growled just before grabbing her and pulling her onto the bed.
She giggled before he urgently pressed his lips to hers. His hand traveled down
her side, pausing at the top of her hip, before sliding to her inner thigh.
Another rumble rose in his throat as his fingers tempted her heat.
“Fitz”
she moaned softly when he coaxed one of his long fingers into her wetness. He
moved his thumb to her clit matching the pace with which his finger stroked in
and out of her. Her juices coated his fingers the longer he caressed her. He
watched her closely until her body vibrated in his hands. Her fingers dug into
his shoulders and knotted in his curls as she neared her release then just as
he felt the first quakes of her orgasm he moved his fingers to his lips, savoring
her sweet nectar.
“I
love the way you taste” he breathed against the velvety skin of her neck, “like
sweet honey.”
She gasped while every nerve ending throbbed
in anticipation of his next touch. She tried to pull him closer but he moved to
remove his pants and boxers then tugged his shirt over his head. Her heart raced when he rolled her on top of
him, running the head of his cock through her dripping folds. He knew he wouldn’t last long once he was
inside her, he couldn’t remember a time Olivia, or anyone else for that matter,
had turned him on so much. He wanted the moment to last but he longed to have
her unravel in his arms.
They both paused when she slid down
onto him and she gripped the sheets on either side of his head trying to gain
her composure, allowing her eyes to close momentarily. He watched her intently,
the pleasure and need that crossed her countenance. For a moment they just
stared into one another’s eyes, cerulean meeting espresso in penetrating
possession.
He was the first to move, bringing
his hand softly to her cheek, before speaking; “Hi Beautiful” his voice was
slightly gruff despite the sentiment.
“Hi”
she managed in an equally throaty tone, tentatively sliding herself along his
shaft. The movement shifted his focus and his hands found their place on her
hips. He watched her move over him, her head thrown back, slender neck exposed
and he couldn’t resist sitting up to sink his teeth into her skin. He had never
been one to bite, wondering what kind of passion drove one to do so but now he
knew. She made him feel wild and animalistic, brought out his protective
instincts and his most basic desires.
He lifted his hips, urging deeper
into her, gripping her back and shoulders. She moaned into the bend of his neck,
her own fingers pressing into the muscles of his upper back. He increased their
pace, meeting her thrust for thrust, enfolding her in his powerful arms. Her
taut nipples dragged along his chest, his breath coming out in short pants at
the sensation. Her walls quaked slightly urging him to thrust harder and
faster. Then she unraveled, shuddering in his arms until she was breathless
against his shoulder and one final pump brought him over the edge to join her.
They clung to one another, breathing
together, neither wanting the intimate moment to end. His fingers traced her
spine, memorizing each vertebra. Her breath wandered over his shoulder and she
scattered kisses over his upper arms and chest.
This is bliss he thought,
chancing a peek at the dark curls that covered his chest. He felt her giggle.
“What?”
he whispered, brushing her hair aside.
“I’m
just happy” she rested her chin on his chest to look into his eyes, “You make
me very happy.”
He ran his fingers through her hair,
tucking a few strands behind her ear, “You are full of surprises” he laughed,
“What would people think if they knew that the straight-laced Olivia Pope is a
stripper in her spare time?”
She buried her face in his neck,
“Only for you.”
“And
don’t you forget it” he grinned as he cupped her ass in his muscular hands,
“All mine.”
She laughed again as he rolled to
his side, gingerly sliding himself out of her. She whimpered quietly at the
loss of contact. They adjusted themselves until they had found a comfortable
position. Her hands wandered up and down the arm he had wrapped around her. She
paused when her fingers met the edge of his watch. She sighed a deep, soul
cleansing sigh.
This is how it’s supposed to be she thought, this is what true happiness is.
She listened as his breathing became
the deep even breath of slumber then closed her eyes, allowing herself to slip
into dreamful sleep.
X-X
“Wake
up Sleepyhead” he kissed her bare shoulder from where he stood next to the bed
then slowly pulled the sheet from her naked frame. She lay on her stomach, her
head resting on the pillow, dark tendrils covering her face, an arm and leg
stretched towards his side of the bed. She stirred slightly when the Egyptian
cotton skimmed her backside.
“Livvie,
time to get up” he breathed against her bare back, “We have to get to the set
and tonight is your big premiere.
Her head turned and he watched her
squint her eyes against the morning sun.
“Just
five more minutes” she grumbled. It had been nearly two months since they had
been on-set and she had grown accustomed to lazy mornings spent in bed with
Fitz. She struggled to sit up, reaching
up to stretch her tired body then rolled her head side to side. He watched a
glimmer come to her eye, “Maybe I should be a total diva and fix it so our
scenes are all shot in the afternoon then we can spend all morning in bed.”
“Stop
pouting and get in the shower” he kissed her shoulder lightly, “You’re no diva
and you know it.”
She stuck her tongue out as she
scurried past him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water was
warm and relaxing, enough to take her mind off of the enormity of the day
ahead. She grinned when Fitz climbed into the shower behind her, running a
plush washcloth over her back. They finished showering and dressed before traveling
to the studio.
X-X
“Spill
it, how is Mr. Hollywood?” Abby was lounging on the sofa in Olivia’s trailer as
Olivia studied her lines.
“Don’t
call him that…and he’s fine” Olivia glowered before returning her focus to the
script in her hands.
“He
really loves you, you know that right?” Abby was suddenly serious.
Olivia was taken aback for a moment.
She wasn’t sure whether she should admit to Abby how she truly felt about Fitz.
Abby was her best friend and one of a select few who knew about their
relationship but she was still afraid of what would happen if others found out.
She swallowed hard past the lump in her throat, her mouth suddenly feeling dry,
“I love him too” she quietly admitted.
“Then
you two better watch yourselves” Abby warned, “It’s obvious to anyone who cares
to see that you have feelings for one another.”
Olivia smiled, dreamily touching her
plump lips, “Aren’t you due on set?”
“Yeah,
yeah, I know when you’re trying to get rid of me” Abby moved towards the door
but before leaving turned to add, “Tell Mr. Hollywood I said hello.” Then she was gone.
Olivia rolled her eyes then returned
to her script. She glanced at her watch to find she still had another thirty
minutes before she needed to shoot her scenes. She leaned back against the
cushions of the couch and closed her eyes, her mind wandering to Fitz. Then, as
if conjured by her thoughts, there was a knock on the door and Fitz stepped
into her trailer.
“Hi
Gorgeous” he grinned, “Are you ready to knock ‘em dead?”
“A
little nervous, actually” she admitted quietly.
Fitz couldn’t stop the laugh that
rose in his throat, “Love scene jitters?”
“Not
entirely…” she was blushing.
“You’re
seriously still nervous about doing a love scene with me?” his voice sounded
wounded, “Just pretend like we’re at home.”
“That’s
what I’m worried about” she explained, “I can’t forget that we’re shooting a
television show, that it’s all pretending, it’s not real.”
Fitz took a step towards her,
reaching out the pull her into his embrace, “But this” he gestured between
them, “Is very real”
She stood on her tiptoes to ease a
kiss against his mouth, “Should we get going?”
“You’re
the star” he held the door for her, peering at her rear end while she walked in
front of him. The body he worshipped moving just out of his reach, perfection
in a pair of skinny jeans.
X-X
Olivia busied herself choosing
between sweaters. She stood in front of her mirror wondering which Fitz would
prefer as she readied herself for the evening’s gathering at Fitz’s house to
view the premier of the show. She settled on the pale grey Michael Kors,
brushing imaginary lint from her sleeve before gathering her purse and stepping
into the cool January air.
As she drove her palms became
clammy, but she couldn’t figure out why she was so nervous. Was it the
premiere? Being at Fitz’s house with other people around? Or was it concern
that Abby was right and that everyone would see through their façade and know
they were involved? After pulling into the spot next to Fitz’s car she sat for
several minutes collecting her thoughts then walked to his front door.
It felt strange to ring the doorbell
and the thrill of their secret brought butterflies to her stomach as she waited
for him to answer.
“Hi”
the smile on his face was both happiness and relief.
“Hi”
she returned, sliding past him and removing her coat.
“Everyone
is in the family room” she could tell he was anxious.
“Great”
her nervousness was equally apparent. They stood in awkward silence, trading
occasional glances but neither speaking.
“Liv”
chimed Abby walking into the foyer from the family room, “Come on, popcorn and
wine.”
She peeked at Fitz, her cheeks
growing crimson. “Shall we?” his voice was lower than usual as he took her hand
and led her to the family room, “I saved a place for you right next to me.”
Again, she blushed accepting the
glass of wine Fitz offered, “Thank you” her voice sounded sweet and demure.
“Here
we go” said Huck motioning towards the television.
“There
you are, Beautiful” he breathed impossibly close to her ear, “How exciting is
it to see your name after the word ‘starring’?”
“Almost
the greatest feeling I’ve had all day” she smirked. It was his turn to blush,
the room suddenly feeling extremely warm.
The group watched the show, talking
and joking during commercials, snapping photos with their phones and reveling
in the excitement of the evening. Olivia would catch herself resting her hand
on Fitz’s thigh or leaning her head on his shoulder. She would quickly pull
back, hoping no one noticed. Fitz tried
to concentrate on the television but his attention was constantly drawn to the stunning
woman sitting next to him. The way she smiled and laughed with the group, how
her sweater hugged her curves, her hand touching his leg and her head on his
shoulder. He couldn’t ignore the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume and the
heat that radiated from her body. Simply
sitting next to each another their bodies spoke volumes to one another. They
were inevitably entwined in one another, their movements deeply, almost
painfully connected.
When the episode ended everyone
applauded and Fitz raised his glass, “To Olivia, our beautiful leader and the
reason we’re all lucky enough to work on this spectacular show. You are a joy
to work with and I am so thankful to have met you. Here is to the first of many
successful episodes.”
Hearing him praise her so publicly caused
her cheeks to pink and her palms were moist again. Everyone raised their
glasses in a toast and she managed to regain her poise.
“As
you all know, this show is such a group effort. I’m thankful every day to work
with such amazingly talented people who challenge me and bring me out of my
comfort zone. You have honestly changed my life” the sentiment was meant for
the entire cast but she found herself unable to drag her eyes from Fitz. She
took a long drink of her wine before adding, “I’m going to go get a little more
wine to celebrate.”
She wore a contented smile as she
walked to the kitchen. Once there she poured more wine into her glass and
looked out the window into the shadowy backyard. She didn’t notice anyone
approach until she felt his arms slide around her waist from behind and his
lips meet the curve of her neck. An unconscious moan escaped her and she
relaxed back against him.
“Congratulations
Livvie”
“It
was great, right? The show was amazing”
He turned her in his arms, looking
deeply into her eyes, “You’re amazing and I am the luckiest man in the world to
be able to hold you.”
Her fingers snaked into the curls at
the back of his head and his slid along her jaw just before their lips met.
Their tongues danced together slowly, leisurely. They conveyed everything words
couldn’t communicate. Minutes passed as they stood simply enjoying touching and
tasting. Finally she pulled back, her hand remaining on his cheek, “Thank you” she
whispered.
“For
what?” he inquired.
“For
taking the time to figure out that I’m not some spoiled princess”
“You’re
my spoiled princess” he grinned before kissing her again.
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