TROTD - Chapter Seventeen: Overnight Story

“Livvie, are you ready?” he called from the bottom of the stairs.

“I think so” she started down the stairs, “What do I need to take with me?”

            She seemed scattered and anxious, rummaging through her purse.

“Nothing, they’ll have everything at the shoot” Fitz smiled and helped her slip into her coat, “Relax, photo shoots are fun. Besides, we get to spend the entire day together and get pretty pictures when it’s all said and done.”

            He placed a light kiss on her temple, she laughed slightly and he breathed a sigh of relief. He knew the stress of the show premiering soon in addition to the looming court case against Edison and her therapy were weighing on her. Ellie had lightened up a little but Fitz recognized that she just added that much more stress to Olivia’s life. He reached for her hand and laced his fingers with hers.

“I’m so excited to show you my Dad’s house” his hand sat on her thigh as he drove, “I think it was such a great idea to have the shoot there, don’t you?”

            Olivia loved to see Fitz so excited. He sounded like a little kid, a far cry from his normally virile persona.

“I’m thrilled” she responded, “Can you believe the show premieres next week?” Her mocha eyes flashed with anticipation and she smiled in his direction.

“Should we invite everyone to my place to watch or do you want it to be just the two of us?” he asked, his thumb sweeping over her knuckles.

“We should probably invite everyone” he heard the disappointment in her voice, “then maybe a private viewing for two later?”

            He felt his pants tighten simply from the tone of her voice. She had a power over him that no woman had ever possessed. A simple touch of her hand or the sound of her voice could send him spiraling into not so G-rated thoughts. The goofy grin on his face told her that he was thinking about what their personal viewing party would entail and she doubted it had much to do with watching television. She wore a satisfied smile; she was truly over the moon for him. They held hands and allowed their fingers to roam over one another as he drove. When they pulled up to the opulent gates of the Grant estate she gasped slightly.

“Relax,” he whispered, “It’s just a house.”

            Intellectually she knew that Fitz came from money, lots of money, lots of old Hollywood money but seeing the tangible evidence was overwhelming at times.  He punched in the code and the gate opened. He drove up the circular driveway and parked in front of the house. Olivia waited while Fitz came around to open her door. He offered his hand and she gladly took it, giving him an extra little squeeze. He dropped her hand and moved his hand around her waist, sliding it into the back pocket of her jeans.

“Someone could see” she blushed up at him.

“So what?  No one will say anything. We’ll play it cool” he whispered against her ear as they walked to the front door, “I can move it if you want me to” he began to take his hand from her pocket.

“No” she insisted a little too urgently. She loved when he touched her, no matter where they were or what they were doing; contact with him brought a calm over her. She looped her arm around his waist, sliding her hand into his back pocket. When she peeked up at him again he wore the lopsided grin she loved.  They reached the door and he opened it with his free hand then led her into the large foyer.

“Come on, I’ll show you around” he moved them towards the back of the house where he showed her the library, the family room, kitchen, and, finally, the back yard. They stood on the reclaimed brick patio and looked out over the gardens behind the house.

“This is really breathtaking” she marveled at the gorgeous landscape, “It’s so hard to believe that this was just another house to you.”

“My parents and grandparents never acted like we were different than anyone else so I thought everyone had a house like this” he chuckled, “They never wanted my brothers, sisters, and I to act entitled. They worked hard for what they had; we were expected to do the same.”

“Your name certainly didn’t hurt either” she grinned.

“I can’t say I never used my name to my advantage” he admitted, “It’s how I got the role opposite one of the hottest actresses in Hollywood.”

“Which role was….” She turned and looked up at him again, “Oh….”

“Weren’t you curious why I didn’t audition?” he felt her pull away slightly, “What’s the matter?”

“So you planned all of this?” she sounded accusatory when she pulled out of his grasp.

“I wanted to work with you” he took a step toward her, “You’re so talented and I wanted to be part of a show that was bound to change the landscape of network television forever.”

            She eyed him carefully from just out of reach. She was sure how she felt about Fitz and deep down she believed that he loved her but there were still times when her fear and skepticism got the best of her.  He stepped close enough to touch her, “I didn’t believe in a million years that I would end up falling in love with you.”  He felt her relax into his arms, “This has been a very welcome surprise.”

            Olivia laid her cheek against his chest and draped her arms around him. He slid his hands into the back pockets of her jeans again and rested his chin on her head, “I love you too” she whispered, her eyes closed.

“Wanna go see my old bedroom?” he breathed against her ear with a shrewd smile. She moved her hands to allow her fingers to play in the back of his hair, taking a moment to look deep into his cobalt eyes. She licked her lips then touched them lightly to his jaw, “Not a chance.”

            He laughed, sticking out his lip in a fake pout, “But Livvie, it’s been days” he kissed her lips, “I want you.”

“First of all, it’s been a day” she corrected, her nails scraping the nape of his neck lightly, “and I promise as soon as we are finished here we will rectify the situation.”

“Mmm…” he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her fingers in his hair and imagining the fun of remedying their current state of affairs, “After I give you your Christmas gift.”

“Goodie!!” she enthused then drew him into a deep kiss.

“Oops, sorry” came a voice from behind Olivia. She instinctively pulled away from Fitz, wiping at her lips quickly. Her cheeks burned cherry red when she saw Fitz’s father standing in the doorway.

“Dad, I didn’t think you’d be here” Fitz cleared his throat.

“I didn’t have meetings this afternoon” his father explained then looked to Olivia, “You must be Olivia.”

            She continued to blush as she took his outstretched hand, “Yes, nice to meet you Mr. Grant.”

“Please, call me Gerry” he smiled. She couldn’t help but notice how much Fitz resembled his father. They were nearly the same height with curly hair, Gerry’s having silver streaks, both had piercing blue eyes, and the same striking smile.

“Gerry” she spoke, then glanced in Fitz’s direction before turning back, “I appreciate you letting us use the house for the shoot.”

“My pleasure,” he gave her a warm smile, “When they approached me with the idea I thought it was perfect. Plus, I thought it might be my only chance to meet Fitz’s mystery woman.”

            Olivia laughed, “I’m hardly a mystery.”

“I hope you’ll stay after the shoot and we can get better acquainted” Gerry suggested.

            Fitz interjected before Olivia could reply, “We have plans this evening, Dad. But maybe dinner one night next week?” Fitz wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of his plan to give Olivia her Christmas present.

X-X

            Olivia changed into the white Miu Miu dress she would be wearing for the second half of the photo shoot.  Fitz straightened the jacket of his Brooks Brothers suit and took a drink from the water bottle he held. They had taken some casual photos and now the plan was to capture some more formal photos. He was having trouble keeping his mind off of their plans for after the shoot, especially when the photographer had them posing so close together. Between shots he snuck in kisses to her bare shoulder, licks to her satiny neck, and whispered softly into her ear. For her part Olivia made contact with Fitz every chance she got. She rubbed her thigh against his and ground her ass against the growing bulge in his pants when the photographer positioned her in front of him.

            He took another drink of water then turned when he heard her approaching where he stood at the bottom of the spiral staircase.

“How do I look?” she asked sweetly, turning from side to side.  She felt his eyes move over her frame beginning at her Louboutin clad feet and traveling up her petite torso until they met hers. She smiled, waiting for his response. He swallowed hard and shifted from one foot to the other.

“Livvie” he breathed, taking another deliberate swallow, “You look good enough to eat.”

            She blushed and continued to look at him with an inquisitive expression, “Let’s hurry up and get these pictures finished so we can get home” she murmured. He nodded distractedly and licked his lips. The way he was looking at her made her skin prickle with the excitement of things to come. She was thankful that their characters were in love on the show but she was afraid her real feelings for Fitz would come through in the photos. She made a mental note to be sure to review all of the pictures before she allowed any of them to be published.

“I think we’ll try a shot or two near the landing” came the photographer’s voice. Olivia forced herself to focus on the task at hand, laughing to herself that her “job” at the moment was to have Fitz’s arms wrapped around her. She stepped slowly up the stairs towards where the photographer wanted them. He walked closely behind, his hand brushing her arm and his breath warm on the back of her neck. She fought to remain focused but it was rapidly growing difficult as every nerve in her body stood at attention.

“You smell amazing” he whispered before kissing her shoulder. She felt his arm snake around her waist and brought her fingers to intertwine with his, “I can’t wait to get you out of this dress”

“Stop” she scolded quietly, “we have to be professional.”

“You make it so hard” he pulled her back flush against his body as they reached the landing then leaned to touch his lips to a bare spot on her back, “I can’t wait to taste you.”

           

            Olivia shivered and a moist heat radiated from her core. She took a deep breath and did her best to get into character for the pictures. The photographer snapped what seemed like a thousand shots before they moved outside for a few final shots. Fitz took Olivia’s hand as they walked to the spot in the yard that had been chosen for the photos.

“I thought he was married” the photographer’s assistant whispered as she walked with the photographer, “They seem pretty cozy.”

“She’s young and cute, he’s a good looking guy, I’m sure they’ve gotten carried away more than once” the man replied, “but it’s none of our business. Don’t forget the nondisclosure agreement.”

“I think anyone that sees these pictures will be able to tell there is something between them” the assistant responded. The photographer simply smiled.

            After checking and rechecking lighting and touching up their hair and makeup the shoot resumed. Olivia enjoyed the shots of her pushing Fitz up against a tree, blushing when he murmured, “Just like I had you up against the wall the other night.”

            They found it natural to take pictures looking into one another’s eyes and neither made any attempt to hide the love that shown between them in those shots.  After the photographer had captured all the shots he wanted he suggested some candid photos, “Just act natural, be playful, and maybe we can get some fun shots” he said.

“Keep it professional, Mr. Grant” Olivia smirked, wrinkling her nose.  He laughed a hearty laugh and they heard the click of the camera shutter. Olivia ran her fingers along the buttons of Fitz’s shirt and he moved his along her spine, pausing to lightly touch her ass.

“Just a few more and then I think Ms. Pope is finished” Fitz said with authority. The sound of his commanding voice caused a flutter in Olivia’s stomach; it was such a turn on when he took control. He recognized the look on her face and watched her lick her lips. He found himself licking his own as he ran his large hands down her bare arms pinning them behind her. Her breath caught at the sensation of him controlling her body in that way.  Their bodies were flush against one another, his pelvis pressed into hers, and his mouth just mere centimeters from her ear. She felt his rising excitement and knew that neither of them would last much longer. She felt herself grow dizzy when she heard the murmur of his baritone, “Would you like it if I tied your hands behind you like this, Livvie?”

“God, yes” she breathed in return, then “I think that’s enough, don’t you?” to the photographer. She didn’t wait for a response before nearly dragging Fitz into the house.

“Livvie, where are you taking me?” he asked, nearly running to keep up with her.

“Where’s your bedroom?” her eyes flashed and her voice dripped with craving. She watched a smile curl his lips and slowed to let him lead the way. They reached the room and he pulled her through the door, closing and locking it. Upon quick survey the room was huge with dark woods and masculine décor and she noticed that although he rarely if ever stayed there, it smelled like him. She inhaled deeply while going to work on the buttons of his shirt. He threw off his suit jacket, not caring where it landed then reached around to unfasten her dress.

“God, I hate your fucking clothes” he growled through gritted teeth, “Why do you wear things with so many damn buttons and zippers?”

            She giggled in response, continuing to unbutton his shirt and sliding it off. She finally felt the zipper on her dress lower and heard a sigh of relief from Fitz.

“So impatient” she let her fingers touch the curls at the back of his head briefly before moving them to unhook his belt and unbutton his pants. He thought he might explode if he didn’t feel her skin against his soon. He resisted every urge to rip her dress, instead sliding it off and draping it over a nearby chair. She stood clad in only her lacy pushup bra and matching thong, he swore he’d never wanted her more than he did in that moment. The photo shoot had been like hours and hours of foreplay, touching and kissing and tasting. She reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled him with her to the bed. They collapsed onto the mattress, shedding the few shreds of clothes that remained, and he hungrily attacked her mouth with his.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day” he whispered between nibbles on her neck. She let out a soft moan while her hands ran the length of his body, one finding his impressive length and stroking several times.  The contact drew a guttural moan from deep within him and he pulled back to look into her eyes as he pushed into her.

“Fitz” she moaned, “So…”

“So, what, Livvie?” he liked when she talked dirty to him.

“So big…rock hard…” her words trailed off as he moved faster and faster. He pressed his tongue hard into her mouth, tasting hers. All he wanted was to hold her closer and touch her deeper. When he looped his arm under her thigh and pressed further into her she screamed out in ecstasy then bit her lip.

“Don’t bite your lip Livvie” he growled low, picking up the pace.

“Yours….” She smiled against his mouth.

“Mine…”

X-X

“Where are we going?” she asked as they drove.

“It’s a surprise” he looked extremely pleased with himself and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Can you give me a hint?” she ran her hand along his thigh, stopping just short of the bulge in his pants.

“I hope you’re going to like it” he began, “but you’re not getting anything else out of me.” He smirked at her semi-pout and added, “Don’t stick that lip out” in a low rumble. Fitz took her hand and kissed it sweetly, holding it in his. She watched the scenery out the window, surprised when they stopped near a secluded spot. He opened her door and helped her from the car then led her down a rock-strewn path.

“What is this place?” she asked, still not understanding.

“We’re almost there” they walked through a cluster of trees and were on the sand, “Merry Christmas Olivia.”

            She took in the scene in front of her, a table set for two on the beach, candles, and the setting sun, “This is beautiful”

“This isn’t really your gift” he stopped just short of the table, “not all of it anyway.”

            They sat and he handed her a box, “I wasn’t sure what to get you…and I know that you really buy what you want anyway….and I wanted to get you something special…”

“Fitz” she grinned, “you’re babbling.”

“Sorry, I’m nervous” he kissed her knuckles, then took a deep breath, “Open it.”

            He watched her untie the white ribbon and tear the gold paper. She opened the box and found a heart-shaped Tiffany keychain with a single key. She looked at him inquisitively.

“Let me explain” he smiled, “This beach is yours, the house” he gestured toward a house above them on a rocky bluff, “it’s yours.”

“You bought me a house for Christmas?” she sounded shocked and leaned away slightly.

“No” he laughed, “I mean, this is a key to that house. The house is mine, it was my parents’ beach house and now it’s mine. I want you to have a place to escape to when you need to get away and think. I do some of my best thinking at the beach. I thought you might too.”

            Tears welled in her eyes and she looked from the key to the house then to Fitz, “I love it” she whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips lightly, “You gave me relaxation for Christmas.”

“After dinner I’ll show you the house” he pulled the covers from their plates.

“This looks delicious” Olivia looked from her plate to Fitz who was staring at her, “What?”

“I’m just the luckiest guy in the world” he ran his hand along her arm. She felt herself blush under his gaze, “I love you so much Olivia.”

“I love you too Fitz” she held his gaze, “and I’m pretty sure I’m the one who is lucky to have you. Thank you so much for the sweet gift. I want to give you yours tonight.”

“I got everything I wanted for Christmas when I got to share it with you and the girls.”

The setting couldn’t have been more perfect, he thought, the sound of the ocean, the setting sun, and the woman of his dreams. She considered their surroundings. He had figured out what to get the woman who seemingly had everything. An escape from the hustle and bustle, a place to be alone to think or to be alone with Fitz, hidden from the outside world. He had found a way to give her privacy and time and she loved him deeply for that.