A/N: First of all, thank you to everyone for the lovely reviews for "Will You Ever Know." This sequel is the spawn of all the great feedback I received. I decided to write it in Olivia's POV because Fitz told the first part of their story and I feel like she should tell the next part. Let me know what you think! XOXO

He was beautiful, absolutely breath-taking, as he lay next to me in the hotel bed, one arm around me as I lay with my leg around his waist. It was rare that I got to really look at him, really take him in. his head was turned away from me, toward the balcony doors, the moonlight making his tan skin luminescent. His errant curl hung on his forehead. I could see his eyes fluttering beneath the lids, following whatever he was dreaming. His beautiful lips were slightly parted. A little rhythmic snore escaped them. I kissed his chest, right where his heart beat strong and constant.

*a few hours earlier*

"When did you know?" I asked, smiling at him as he carried me down the hall toward our door. My feet hadn't touched the ground since our argument in the petting zoo, since we'd finally said I love you. I don't ever want you out of my arms, he'd declared as he carried me to the car.

"The day I met you," he answered as he held me with one arm, showing impressive strength, while he unlocked the door with his free hand.

I laughed as he carried me inside. "Seriously, Fitz."

"Well, to be honest, the moment I saw you, I knew it would only be a matter before I fell in love with you," he replied as he sat down on the bed with me straddling him. He kissed the hollow of my throat and my eyes closed as my breath hitched. "But I knew that year we stayed with my parents in Connecticut for Christmas break. When you played the piano Christmas Eve night… What was the name of that song?"

"'The Light' by The Album Leaf," I answered, remembering that night. He was devastatingly handsome as we sat on his parents' screen-in porch, bundled in blankets and drinking hot chocolate, just talking about everything and nothing while the snow fell and the lights twinkled.

He smiled. "You were playing that song and it just hit me that I loved you."

I kissed his beautiful lips, caressing his ears. He moaned in my mouth, his tongue slipping into my mouth and wrapping around mine. I didn't remember when I'd learned that his ears were an erogenous zone but I was thankful that I had.

"What do you love about me?" I asked, breathless as his lips ignited fires under my skin in a trail leading from the lamb-soft skin below my earlobe to a pulse point on my neck. I saw stars when he began sucking on it hard enough to make my heart flutter. My fingers wound in his curls.

"Your eyes," he murmured against my skin, raising goose bumps as he slipped the straps of my dress down off my shoulders. "They're so big and brown. They shine so bright when you're excited." He peppered kisses on my collarbone. I forgot my name. "I love your freckles. And your eyelashes. And your eyebrows." He kissed my chin then my nose. "You have the cutest little nose. And your hair, the way it goes from curly to straight from one day to the next. I love when it's loose and fanning around your face." His fingers rubbing my scalp made breathing a full body task. "But I really love when you pull it up and I get to see your beautiful neck." His mouth was back on my pulse point. My eyes couldn't focus. "I love your lips most. God, they just beg to be kissed. And your laugh. I could listen to you laugh forever."

My body tingled from his worship, his voice soft as his lips fluttered on my skin. He found the zipper on the side of my dress and slid it down. He undressed me like I was a precious gift. His warm breath tickled my inner thighs. My hands found his hair, my fingers clutching his curls desperately. His mouth hadn't made contact yet but I was already winding up.

"You have the softest skin," he murmured, his fingers hooked on the waistband of my deep purple French-cut panties. He planted kisses up from my ankles to my thighs, making my whole body convulse. He chuckled against my right inner thigh. I spread my legs, wordlessly begging. His lips finally made contact with my center and the world went black. I wondered how I never knew that my body could respond to someone's touch that way. His tongue swirled around my bundle of nerves and I heard myself crying out. It wasn't long before the need to come curled tightly in my belly, every part of my wound so tightly that all I wanted to do was snap. He held my thighs apart to keep me from suffocating him. His tongue slipped inside my slick channel and I leapt off the cliff into oblivion, my back arcing like I was possessed as I tugged on his hair.

He undressed with surprising quickness and I pulled him down on the bed, a delicious grin on his lips when I straddled him and flicked his earlobe with my tongue. His skin was warm, delicious with the salt of his soap-smelling sweat.

He whispered, "What do you love about me?"

I smiled, kissed his Adam's apple. "You hair. I could touch those curls forever." I breathed in the scent of his shampoo. "And your skin, especially when you don't shave and you're all stubbly." I ran my nails over his shoulders and down his chest. "And your chest hair. I don't normally like hairy men but it's sexy on you." I kissed down his chest, earning a sharp inhale from him when I darted my tongue in his belly button. I smiled as I took hold of him. He watched me stroke him with rapt eyes. I asked, "Do you wanna know what I love most?"

"I have a pretty good idea," he replied, his whole face red as my hands worked rhythmically.

"I love your hands most." I laughed at his surprise. "You have the most beautiful hands. Your fingers are so slender. You fingertips are so rough and calloused, but your palms are so soft." His soft palms were pressed to my thighs, his fingertips digging into my flesh. They quickly made their way to my hair when I took him in my mouth. "Oh God, Liv…" his voice was hoarse. I smirked. He was so big and strong but at that moment he was completely at my mercy. After a while, his tugs became more feverish. I looked up at him. He was fire engine red, his chest heaving. I could feel his climax building. He looked like someone had knocked the wind out of him when I stopped. I grinned at him. "Excited?"

I gasped when he flipped us over, filling me without warning. My head flew back and my mouth fell open. His fingertips dug into my hips.

"Look at me," he groaned. His hips rocked slowly, creating an agonizing rhythm. Every move stood on end. I moaned weakly, my focus on our bodies moving against each other. I needed him to move faster but there was something so erotic about our slow pace.

"Open your eyes," he commanded in a low voice. My eyelids fluttered open and I was struck by the intensity of his eyes staring at me. I spread my legs wider, urging him deeper. He lay on top of me, pushing my legs back. His chest hair was warm and soft rubbing against my sensitive nipples. I tugged on the curls on the back of his head, my teeth on his earlobe. He groaned my name against my neck, his breath skittering over my skin and raising goose bumps everywhere. I gasped when he pushed my legs back, going deeper than I thought possible. I looked away from his intense gaze but he pulled my face back, jamming his tongue in my mouth. He finally quickened his pace, making the headboard knock against the wall. I bit his bottom lip harder than I meant to, only letting go when the metallic taste of blood hit my tongue. He demanded I open my eyes again but I couldn't. He brought his lips to my neck and set a pace with my strokes that made me cry out. My orgasm was nothing short of an explosion, my nails in his shoulders, my legs squeezing him. An embarrassingly vulgar string of curses tumbled out of my mouth. He let out a strangled moan when I bit his neck and threw him over the edge. He wiped a little swatch of blood off his neck then touched his lip to see if it was still bleeding. I just smiled, kissed the bright red mark on his neck.

*present*

"Stop staring at me." I nearly jumped out of my skin. He stared at me sleepily.

I smiled and kissed his chin. "Sorry for thinking you're handsome."

The next morning when I awoke, he was sitting on the balcony drinking coffee. I found myself smiling at the back of his head. He smiled when I placed my hands over his eyes.

"Guess who," I chirped in his ear.

"Princess Grace of Monaco," he answered, placing his hands over mine.

"She's dead," I replied, smiling at the top of his head.

"Then you can imagine my surprise." He pulled me around into his lap and I smiled like I'd slept with a hanger in my mouth at his sleep-rumpled hair and tanned face.

He leaned over and kissed me, the taste of strong coffee on his lips. He rested his forehead against mine, our noses lightly touching. He smiled just so, and said, "Hi."

"Hi," I replied. My smile was immovable. I pecked his lips. "You taste like coffee."

"Is it good coffee?" he asked after returning the gesture.

"Perfect," I answered. I hated unsweetened coffee, but on his lips it was the sweetest nectar.

"Anything special you'd like to do today, like maybe drag me to bed and have your way with me?" I laughed at his boyish smile.

"And what do you think that would entail?" I scratched his stubbly chin affectionately. He smiled appreciatively. His left hand snaked under my navy baby doll nightgown, tracing a tantalizing pattern on the inside of my left thigh. "I think it should hurt, and I should be wearing some kind of hat."

I laughed. "Maybe a cowboy hat?"

"No," he replied, an adorable thoughtful look on his face. "It should be one of those hunting hats that Holden Caulfield had in Catcher in the Rye."

"You're so ridiculous." I shook my head, smiling at him. "I think I'll have my way with you later, Dr. Grant. Right now, we are gonna hit the beach."

"Dr. Grant? I don't think you've ever called me that before. I like it," he replied.

His ears wee bright red, his erection pressed against my thigh. I smiled at him. "I'd say so."

He trailed kisses up from my collarbone to my neck. My breathing became shallow and jagged. He murmured, "Call me Dr. Grant again."

"No," I replied, smiling wickedly. I slipped off his lap and darted into the room. He was fast but I was faster. He finally caught me and trapped me in the bathroom. He set me on the counter next to the sink.

"Call me Dr. Grant," he commanded against my lips. I wondered if I would ever be able to be close to him without my insides turning to jelly. He grinned impishly. "No. Call me Principal Grant."

I laughed. "Principal Grant doesn't work without my little plaid skirt."

"You have a little plaid skirt? How come I've never seen it?" he asked, squeezing my breasts.

"It's my old high school uniform. I don't really wear it out much anymore," I answered, grinning at him. "Maybe when we get back, I'll show it to you."

"Maybe we should head home," he replied, his lips on my pulse point.

I laughed. "I thought we were going to the beach."

He pulled me off the counter and turned me around, pulling me flush against him. He pulled my nightgown up, slipping his hand in my underwear. I gasped when he pinched my nub of nerves, rubbing it furiously between his thumb and forefinger. "I don't think we can do what I wanna do on the beach."

We didn't make it to the beach until it was dark. I was thankful for the cloak of blackness to hide the hickeys all over both our necks. We looked like a couple of teenagers who had gotten hot and heavy in a movie theater. We lay on our backs in the warm sun, our feet in the surf.

"Look," he said, pointing up at the moon. It was so full and blue.

"Oh," I breathed. "I've never seen such a beautiful moon."

"I've never been with such a beautiful woman," he replied, rolling on his side to face me. He kissed me beneath my earlobe.

I smiled at him. "Are you always this smooth or this just our honeymoon stage?"

"You've got about a month of sweet talk and romance before I begin this delightful daily routine of annoying you until you legitimately contemplate murder," he answered. I laughed, not even realizing how close he'd pulled me until I had to stop to catch my breath. He leaned his forehead against mine. "I love you."

The endorphins from my laughter coupled with the electricity of being so close to him took every word out of my mouth. I stared at him, my heart in my throat. He smiled, bringing his hand to my face and caressing my cheek with his thumb. "This is the point where you say it back."

"You know, you're gonna be hearing that from me for the rest of your life. You might want to take it easy," I replied, parroting what he'd said to me the day before.

"You're such a smart ass." I laughed.

A football landed on the sand next to us and I picked it up, looking around to see where it came from. A couple of college kids, clearly tipsy, were looking around for it. I returned the ball and they invited us over for beers. Fitz helped one of the guys, a lanky kid with a tribal band tattoo, light their bonfire. A girl in a hoodie and tiny shorts began strumming her guitar and Fitz wrapped his arms around me when he sat down. We passed a beer back and forth, rocking to the music. She sang a song about being lucky to be in love with her best friend. Fitz kissed my temple, putting the hanger-in-mouth smile on my face.

"What's that song called?" I asked when she finished.

"'Lucky' by Jason Mraz," she answered as she tuned her guitar.

I smiled at Fitz. "I think that should be our song."

He nodded then looked at the girl. "Will you play it again for the most beautiful woman in the world?"

The girl smiled at us and began strumming the cords again. Fitz pulled me to my feet, wrapping one arm around my waist and swaying me to the music. I smiled as I shook my head at him. "You're so ridiculous."

"In a good way, right?" he asked, smiling just so. I prayed that smile was the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes forever.

I pushed his stubborn curl back and answered, "In the best way."

We really were lucky.