So somebody sent me a prompt on Tumblr and it was supposed to be around 5,000 words buttt... I don't do well with short stories and here we are almost 17,000 words later. I hope you all enjoy it and PLEASE PLEASE leave your comments and reviews. I know we all saw this a lot but they really mean the world.

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Fitz woke up from his extremely intolerable nap with the biggest frown on his face. This was the most uncomfortable bed he had ever had the displeasure of sleeping on and that was saying a lot considering he had spent the last few years in a cot on the dirty ground. He sat up and swung his legs over the side, his bare feet pressing down on the hardwood floors and his toes flexing slightly as he stretched. After his back popped he was able to relax again and he stood up.

It was bound to be another terrible Monday in Fredericksburg, Virginia.

He had been staying in the tiny city for the past 2 months and he had hated almost every single minute of it. Emphasis on almost. Fitz was a young Navy officer who had quickly crawled up the ranks and was currently back on US soil and stationed in Virginia. Unlike the rest of his friends, who all stayed on the base, he had a special clearance. He had just finished a tour overseas and had done some highly classified work and now they wanted him to lay low. After his 4 month stay was over he was free to move wherever he pleased.

And he had every intention on doing so.

He hated where he currently lived. There wasn't anything to do around the area except go grocery shopping and watch Netflix and he had gotten a bit lonely. All of his buddies from his tour were scattered around in other places and having the time of their lives. Occasionally he tried to go to a bar and maybe find a woman to hook up with but it hadn't worked out in his favor. It wasn't that they didn't want him, he just had a very hard time finding one that he liked.

Just as Fitz was about to walk to his bathroom he heard the alarm on his phone ringing right on cue. He had a natural alarm clock that woke him up around 5 minutes before his actual one did so he was always right on time. He pressed down on the button and set it again for his normal time 7am. He definitely wouldn't miss the getting up early portion of his work.

There were only two things that brought Fitz happiness while he was in Virginia and one of them was about to begin right on time. Every morning as Fitz went to wash up in his bathroom, his neighbor also went into hers to shower. In the very beginning he didn't think much of it but after the first couple days she began to sing. The walls between the two of them were extremely thin and he could hear every word.

It annoyed him at first and he thought about going next door to complain and tell her to cut it out but she actually sounded good. Really good. She sang the same song every morning and it seemed like she got better and better as the days passed. He would sometimes find himself just standing in his running shower with his ear pressed to the wall and just listening in on what was happening. He'd never admit that to anyone, though, because he didn't want to see like a creep.

Fitz had contemplated looking the song up but he quickly threw that idea away. If anybody could sing it better than her then he didn't want to hear it. He tried to time his day so that he would run into her but he could never seem to catch her on time. That might have been for the best, though. He had an image of her in his head and he didn't want meeting her in real life to ruin that for him.

He turned his shower on and smiled as he heard rustling coming from next door. Fitz grabbed his bar of soap and rubbed it up and down his body towel and leaned against the wall that he shared with his mysterious neighbor. The hairs on his body shivered a bit as she began to sing the same song that he had heard over and over again for 2 months straight.

Fitz ended his shower right as she did and he rushed to get changed and get out of the door. He got dressed in his suit and tie and grabbed his briefcase and headed out of his apartment. As he was locking up he heard the neighbors door open and his head immediately shot up to see who would come out. He hopped back inside but kept the door cracked so that he could see who it was.

Much to his surprise, an older man came out of the apartment and turned around to lock the door behind him. He was about 50 years old and had a bit of a beer belly. He was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a white muscle shirt and house slippers. Fitz's face fell completely as he realized that his expectations surely hadn't been met. He thought about the possibility of it being somebody else in the apartment but that would've been too good to be true. It was just his luck that he ended up being neighbors with the only male soprano in the entire complex.

With his fantasy now broken, Fitz locked his apartment door and headed down to the tiny parking garage that was below the building. He drove the nicest car in the entire lot even though his clear instructions were to keep a low profile. He used his key fob to rev up the engine and put his briefcase in the backseat. He had a lot of work to do that day so he really needed to get into the office.

There wasn't a university anywhere near the small city but it was home to a lot of college kids. The cost of living was pretty low and it just made sense for a lot of them who wanted to have a place of their own instead of staying on campus. They all long a long commute to make it to their classes but it was well worth it to a lot of them.

Fitz, on the other hand, hated it. A lot of them lived in the same area as he did and it seemed like they were all leaving at the same time as him. He would always end up being caught in between a frat boy's jeep with the hood taken off or a sorority girl's jeep that she had covered in flowers. His Audi allowed him to dodge a lot of it, though, and he usually ended up speeding through neighborhoods. He had only been stopped by a police officer once, and he had been able to charm his way out of that ticket.

His office wasn't much to look at but that had been done on purpose as well. The Navy had leased a small cubicle space for him in a very inconspicuous looking building that was filled to the brim with other employees and offices. From there he did all of his work and tried his best to fit in and be as normal as possible. Because nobody was really keeping tabs on him, he would take long coffee breaks and eat lunch alone. As long as his daily work got done his superiors didn't care much about what he did with his time. He had tried just working out of his apartment but he quickly grew bored with that. While it was nice to just sit around in his boxers all day he also enjoyed meeting new people and getting some fresh air.

There was only one other thing that Fitz looked forward to during the day and that was his morning coffee runs. He would always come into work, put down his briefcase, answer all of his emails, then grab his keys and walk out of the front door. He sometimes heard people gossiping and theorizing on why it seemed like he didn't get into any trouble for taking so many breaks but he ignored them. He couldn't come up with a good answer and he couldn't really tell them the real reason, anyway.

There was a cute little coffee shop right across from the building so he grabbed his laptop and headed over there. Most people drove even though it was very close, but he liked to get at least a little bit of fresh air during the day. Fitz made his way to the crosswalk and pressed the button, happily tapping his foot as he waiting for the light to yield in his favor.

He wasn't very fond of the shop itself, it was definitely no Starbucks, but the coffee was good and it was fun to people watch. It had a very new-aged vibe to it that Fitz had strange but oddly charming. He opened up the front door and walked straight up to the counter top to order his usual black coffee.

There was an older caucasian man who always worked the front and he was the owner of the establishment. He was skinny, almost too skinny if you asked Fitz, and was balding at the top of his head. He had been a hippie all of his life but had inherited some money from his father who had recently passed so he found nothing better to do with his money than to open a business. His plan was to turn the entire place into a dispensary once Virginia legalized weed and he was very excited about it. He already had recipes stowed away and he would even sneak away to smoke when business was slow.

'Welcome back, Fitzgerald.' the older man said with a smile as he leaned against the countertop, his fingers playing with the buttons on the cash register as he took Fitz in. He seemed like a nice enough guy and he had grown fond of him since he had been living there for the past 2 months.

'Thanks.' he smiled back and nodded in his direction. 'I'll take my regular, Harold.'

'One black coffee, coming right up.' he nodded his head and pressed down on the open button on the register and took Fitz's 75 cents.

Fitz walked towards the end of the bar and waited on the coffee to come up. The reason this was one of the best parts of the day was that he had the barista had been flirting with one another for the past two months. Well, he had never actually seen her in person but he still considered it flirting.

Because Harold wanted to one day convert the coffee shop, the entire back of it had been shut off by a wall. The only employee Fitz ever saw was him although he knew at least one other person worked back there. There was a little slot in the wall where she would slide people's orders through and the most he could see was her dainty little hand.

She always wrote encouraging things on people's cups but when she found out that he was a regular in the coffee shop, she had started playing little games with him. Harold didn't mind what she did so what had started off as some innocent, little fun had turned into a game of cat and mouse for Fitz.

For the entire first week of his time in Virginia she would only serve him his normal black coffee and write his name on his cup with her normal uplifting slogan. During the second week, though, he started to notice a change. She began to spell his name wrong and he knew that it must have been on purpose. It started off as things like 'Fitzharold' or 'Fitzpatrick' but it had grown into names like 'Fred' or 'Frank'.

During the third week, she began writing other comments on his cups. Instead of a 'You can do it!', he would receive a 'You suck!' and he couldn't help but laugh every time he got his cup. He would sometimes wait around and do some of his work in the coffee shop and he had noticed that she didn't do that with anyone else but him. Oddly enough it made him feel a little special so he kept coming back for more.

He was extremely curious about who this woman was exactly and why in the world he was the one she chose to pick on. After a couple of moments of anticipation he heard the slot open and he saw the same hand as usual pop out and put his coffee on the sill. Fitz chuckled and shook his head and picked it up to read it.

Fettuccine - You're a loser!

Fitz had never had any other interaction with the woman but today he decided to try something new. He crouched down slightly so that he could be eye level with the slot but he didn't see anything except for the small kitchen area. He was hoping for a glimpse of any part of her but he wasn't having much luck.

'You're not a very nice barista. You know that, right?' he asked, his eyebrows quirked.

He had hoped that his comment would bait her into coming to eye level with him but instead he saw the same hand as before shut the slot. Fitz smirked and stood up straight as he realized that she was just going to play hard to get. He hadn't even seen her face but her personality and his curiosity had gotten the best of him. He wanted to know more and he wasn't afraid of going after her. If it didn't work out then it just didn't work out, but it was at least worth a shot.

Or at least it was in his opinion.

Fitz walked over to his regular table and turned his laptop on so that he could finish up some work projects. While he sipped his coffee he tried to brainstorm ways to try and get her to come out or at least talk to him through the slot.

Harold had been watching the two of them go back and fourth for the last few months and while he thought it was adorable, he was also sick of it. It seemed like she was too shy to make the next move and he was too daft to come up with a way to bring her from behind the wall. He grabbed a Sharpie that he had laying around in a cup next to the register and walked over to where Fitz was.

Something inside of him was yelling not to interfere with what they had going on but he also enjoyed playing Cupid so he ignored the voice. He slid the Sharpie over to Fitz who shot him a very confused look.

'Have you ever thought about ordering a refill?' he asked and gestured over to the slot. 'They're free.'

Fitz's face lit up as he understood Harold's idea. 'No. But thank you. I'll get one right now.'

After shut his laptop once more, he downed the coffee in his cup and undid the cap on the marker. He tried long and hard to think of the perfect thing to write but he found that part extremely difficult. Fitz wasn't exactly sure what would be the perfect message to write on a cup and the whole thing sounded a bit silly but he didn't care. He'd try anything at that point.

After 15 whole minutes of contemplation, he stood up and walked back over to the wall and placed his cup on the sill. He had gone over all the things he could've said but decided that a simple 'Hi' would suffice. He knocked a couple of times on the tiny door and took a step back to see what would happen. Fitz was pleasantly surprised when it opened and she grabbed it without hesitation.

Fitz was going to try and peek back through but she quickly closed the door so that he couldn't see. After a few moments of no response, it opened and she slid the cup back out.

Hi

He smiled brightly and picked the cup up and pulled the marker back out of his back pocket. Once he wrote his message he put it back and knocked on the door again.

You're very mean

And you keep coming back

I like the coffee

Shouldn't you be at work?

I'm doing something important

Flirting with your barista?

Yes

It took a few minutes for Fitz to get his next response. He figured she didn't expect for him to be so forward but he couldn't help himself. If she wanted to play this little game then he'd go along as well.

After waiting for a little while the cup returned and the slot closed once more. They had almost run out of space around the surface of the cup but she had drawn a little arrow pointing towards the bottom of it. Fitz picked it up to try and find what she wrote and smirked when he saw it.

Only 5 refills per customer

Fitz glanced down at his watch and realized that he needed to get back across the street so they'd have to end this for now. He knocked a few times on the door but he knew she wouldn't open it.

'I'm going to be back later on. This isn't over.' he promised before standing up straight once more. He was going to down the rest of his drink before he left but he crinkled his nose once the liquid touched his lips.

Fitz wasn't exactly sure when she had done it, but she managed to replace his black coffee with warm milk. He spit the drink out into the garage can and chuckled at her silliness but headed out of the front door. He'd have to figure out a way to get her back for all the trouble she had been causing him.

After having meeting after meeting after meeting during the day via Skype, Fitz was finally home and free and ready to leave the office. Everybody else there left around 5 but he got out consistently at 4 which made him the envy of all of the other employees there. He ignored their somewhat scolding looks and headed right out of the front door and across the street.

Mostly everybody in town was still at work so the traffic was relatively slow as he made rushed strides against the pavement. He didn't really have a taste for coffee this late in the afternoon but he still scraped up 3 more quarters for it. Harold was still at the front but this time he was lazily flipping through a magazine. Fitz never came in this late so he was a bit surprised to see him.

'My normal, Harold.' he declared almost proudly as he slid over his money.

Harold cocked his eyebrows but picked the quarters up. 'You sure?'

'Positive.' he nodded and headed straight for the slot, not even bothering to wait until he put the money in the register.

There were a couple of other people in front of him but their orders didn't take long. He stepped up when he was next and patiently waited for his cup with his misspelled name. After a few moments the slot opened but it definitely wasn't her hand this time. Fitz curiously picked his cup up and saw that his name was spelled correctly and he frowned. She obviously wasn't the one to make his drink this time.

'She works in the morning.' Harold called out from the register as he saw the look on Fitz's face.

'Oh my God.' he pinched the bridge of his nose in between his pointer and thumb finger, now frustrated. 'Why didn't you tell me that?'

'You didn't ask.' Harold shrugged and went back to his magazine.

Fitz sighed and rubbed his temples but decided he'd have to just try again another day. He tried to drink the coffee he had just ordered but it didn't taste the same as hers. He knew that it was just black coffee and that it all probably came from the same pot but still. Hers tasted a lot better than what he was drinking right then.

The next morning Fitz followed his schedule just as he normally did. He hopped into the shower and listened to his neighbor sing although he wasn't nearly as excited about it now that he knew that it was an older man on the other side of the wall. He got dressed in his bedroom but this time purposely waited until he heard the door shut before he walked out.

After dropping his things off at the office and responding to a few emails, Fitz made his way over to the coffee shop. This time he had his own Sharpie from his desk and plenty of quarters in his pocket just in case she tried cheat him out of his free refills. He usually brought his laptop with him so that he couldn't at least look like he was doing work but today he left it locked away at his desk. He wanted his full attention to be on her and his job would only distract him.

Today when he walked into the shop, Harold was sitting on top of the counter with his eyes shut and meditating. He didn't have on any socks or shoes and Fitz knew for a fact that he must have been violating some type of health codes but he didn't give it another thought. He reached deep into his pockets and pulled out the quarters and set them beside Harold so not to disturb him.

'One black coffee for Fitzgerald.' Harold called out which startled Fitz a bit.

'Your eyes have been shut the entire time. How did you see me come in?' Fitz asked, his face scrunched up a little.

Harold slowly opened up his eye and covered his forehead with both of his hands. He spread out his skinny fingers to reveal the wrinkles on his forehead. 'I don't have to physically see you, brother. I could see you with my third eye. I felt your presence as you came through the front door and your energy patterns flowed from the floorboards and directly to me.'

The truth was that Harold knew that Fitz would be back this morning and he was the only person who ever paid him in change so when he heard the quarters hit the polished wood of the bar he knew exactly who it was. He wouldn't tell him that, but it was true. He would also take a couple of sneak peaks during his meditation time so he saw Fitz leave his office.

Fitz waved off Harold's explanation and headed towards the end of the bar and wait for his coffee. He had no intentions on sitting down today so he pulled his marker out and got ready to send a message back immediately. There were a few extra people in the shop that morning and he hoped that they wouldn't disrupt his plan too much.

No more that a minute later the hatch opened and out slid her hand, her fingers wrapped around his coffee cup. She immediately shut the door afterwords but that part didn't matter to him. He picked it up and snorted when he saw what she had written.

Fingerprint - Go away!

He made no attempt on drinking the coffee this time and wrote his message then knocked on the slot.

Hi

Hi. What do you want?

How's your day going?

Terrible now

You're being mean again

You're running out of refills

Don't worry about that

We're closed

Fitz chuckled at her but before he could respond his cellphone rang. He sighed when he pulled it out and realized that he was getting a call from one of his superiors. They always picked the most inconvenient times to want to get into contact with him. Deciding to be bold, he ignored it and put the phone up. He was going to call them back as soon as he made it back to the office but they called right back.

He groaned in displeasure when he realized he'd have to go back to the office. Fitz wasn't sure exactly what time he'd be able to get back out but he didn't want to waste this day, either. He took the Sharpie and wrote down his last message before knocking on the door once more and leaving the shop. As he made it out of the door he heard the slot slide open and he just prayed that his plan would work.

281-330-8004

As night fell Fitz began to grow worried that his plan wouldn't work. He was hoping that she would've been curious enough to call or text the number he had written down but his phone hadn't rang once since he had been home. He sat quietly at his small dining room table with his phone directly in front of him. Every couple of minutes he would press down on the home button to make sure that his volume was all the way up and that his battery hadn't depleted.

He was going to have to try and get this mystery girl out his mind soon, though, because he didn't know how much longer he'd actually be in town. When his superiors called that day they had let him know that they were going to allow him to move sooner. Instead of waiting 2 more months Fitz could potentially leave Fredericksburg in 30 days. This had been exactly the opportunity that he wanted and he was ready to go.

It wasn't until 10pm that his cellphone finally rang and he still scrambled to pick it up. Fitz took a deep breath and nearly laughed at himself for behaving so immaturely but he couldn't help it. He had been looking for something new and exciting and it seemed like this was it for him. At least for now. He didn't recognize the number so he had to assume that it was her. He only allowed it to ring twice before answering.

'Hello?' he answered with his eyebrows quirked. He had been extremely curious to know what her voice sounded like although he already had his own made up fantasy.

'Hi.' answered a somewhat small voice on the other end.

Fitz chuckled. Not because anything was funny but just because it seemed like he was finally making progress. She sounded almost exactly how he imagined her. 'Hi.'

There were a few moments of somewhat awkward silence between the two of them where neither of them knew what to say. Fitz thought about all of the questions that he had been wanting to ask her but he also didn't want to overwhelm her or scare her away, either.

'You're a very hard person to track down.' he finally commented.

He could hear her snicker a little but he could only smile. Obviously she found some type of pleasure toying around with him like this. 'I'm not. I'm just a very busy person.'

'And very rude.' he teased. 'I've never had a nastier person making my coffee.'

'There's another coffee house down the street from Harold's. You could always start going there.' she said nonchalantly.

'Well, Harold's is closer and I suppose I kind of enjoy being tortured while I enjoy my morning cup.' he quipped and sat back in his seat. This was the first time he had relaxed all evening long.

'I'll be sure to water down your drink tomorrow morning then.' she said pointedly. 'And what is your name again?'

Fitz chortled. 'You know my name.'

'Do I?' her nose crinkled. 'Franklin?'

'You spent so long writing ridiculous things on my cup that you've actually forgotten my actual name.' he said, amused. 'Try again.'

'Frankenstein?' she tried again although she knew exactly what his name was. 'It would match your personality.'

'No.' he shook his head and smirked. 'Stop fooling around.'

She held her phone closer to her face and leaned up against the wall she was beside. As much as she enjoyed playing this little game with him, and she really enjoyed it, she didn't want to blow her chance, either. This might be the last opportunity she got. 'Your name is Fitzgerald but you told Harold to call you Fitz. You work in the little building across the street and you come in every morning around 10 and order a black coffee. Harold always tell me not to add anything extra to it but I also add a little packet of sugar because I think… I think you're kind of sweet. You have always have on a really nice suit and your cufflinks shine very bright in the sun.'

Fitz raised his eyebrows, shocked that she knew all of that so well. He didn't think that she paid him any attention other than the little comments on his cup in the morning. He was a bit lost for words for a moment but it didn't take him long to recover.

'Wow.' he murmured. 'I didn't even think you paid that much attention. How can you even see me from behind the wall?'

She smirked. She found it funny that he glossed over everything she had just said just to try and figure out how she knew all of it. 'I can see through my third eye.' she teased.

Fitz's nose crinkled. 'That's the exact same thing Harold said.'

'Well, Harold is lying. He's terrible at keeping his eyes shut when he meditates so he opens them every 10 seconds.' she explained. 'And there's a security camera in the shop that allows me to see everything that's going on. The feedback comes in to a television.'

'Very clever.' he commented although he wanted to smack himself for not thinking of that before.

'I also wanted to tell you that Fitzgerald is a very silly name.' she said with no remorse. 'That's why I change it on the cup.'

He laughed. 'I have to agree with you but, unfortunately, I wasn't allowed much of a say in it. They did it before I could defend myself.'

'You poor, unfortunate soul.' she said somewhat sympathetically.

'And what's your name?' he asked. 'I feel like you know a lot about me but I don't know anything about you.'

'I'm not telling you my name.' she giggled and shook her head.

'Aw, come on.' he grinned. 'Just tell me. I won't make fun of it. I'm not as mean as you.'

'My name is Olivia.' she smirked.

'Olivia.' Fitz said, almost sighing as it left his lips. He could finally put a name to the hand he had been seeing for months and he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. 'That's a beautiful name, by the way.'

'Thank you.' she blushed a little and smiled.

'Why don't you ever come from behind the wall, Olivia?' he questioned curiously. 'The shop would probably look a whole lot brighter with you at the counter instead of Harold.'

She snickered. 'Harold enjoys being out in the open and interacting with customers. And besides that I'm extremely shy.' Olivia lied. She actually wasn't shy at all but seeing Fitz made her stomach flutter in ways that she wasn't exactly ready to deal with.

'Well, would it be too much of an imposition to get you to come out tomorrow?' he asked hopefully.

'Yes. It would be.' she responded.

'You're tough.' he chortled. 'But I haven't give up hope. Same time tomorrow?'

'I suppose.' she smiled and hung up.

Fitz walked into the coffee shop the next morning with a pep in his step and a whole new plan. He had a surprise for Olivia but he had to very careful about how be brought it inside. He had never seen the security camera in the lobby but today he glanced around until he saw it in the corner. He smiled and waved at it hoping that she would see then approached the front counter where Harold was.

Usually Fitz left his briefcase and other things stowed away in one of his desk drawers but today he grabbed it and casually held it behind his back.

'My normal, Harold.' he said before sliding him a few quarters.

'Sure thing.' he smiled and put the quarters in the register.

After grabbing a Sharpie from the cup on the counter he walked over to the slot and waited for her to open it. He had no intention on drinking anything she served today but he was still excited. A few moments later she opened up the door and slid the cup out.

Fiddle - Your suit is ugly

He chuckled and shook his head and grabbed the cup and wrote his message and slid it back on the sill.

Hi

You're wasting refills

Fitz grabbed his briefcase and opened it and pulled out a small bouquet of flowers that he had stowed away. He put it on the window sill and slid the cup in as well.

Dinner tomorrow?

He noticed her hesitate before grabbing the flowers but she eventually grabbed them and the cup and closed the slot once more. It took her a while to send her response but Fitz had to assume it was because she was coming up with something clever to say. His worst fear was that she'd say no but he had faith.

After what seemed like an eternity the door opened once more and slide the cup out again.

You sure?

I'm positive

What time?

When are you free?

After 6

Park across the street at 6:30

Okay

Fitz grinned and took the cup and drained all of the contents down his throat. The coffee had gotten a bit cold but he didn't mind it much. He had other things on his mind and now he needed to get back to the office.

The next afternoon Fitz was sitting quietly in the park and waiting on Olivia to arrive. He hadn't stopped by the coffee shop that morning but they had talked on the phone the previous night. He could tell that she was a bit hesitant to come but he tried his best to reassure her. He wasn't sure why she seemed to be afraid of just one little innocent date but he'd find out soon enough.

There weren't many fancy restaurants in the area so he decided that a nice picnic would suffice. He had set out a blanket and had even found a basket to put their food in. If Olivia ended up not being who he thought she was then at least they could have a nice meal and then go their separate ways.

Fitz had gone home to change clothes and had decided on a simple pair of dark washed jeans, a black tshirt, and a pair of Nike tennis shoes. It was much different than the suits she would've been used to seeing him in but he wanted to look comfortable and open when they finally saw each other in person.

He had contemplated getting her more flowers but he quickly threw that idea away. He wasn't even sure if she liked the first set so another one may throw everything off. Fitz checked the time on his watch and realized that it was now 6:28 and that the time was quickly approaching.

The park was mostly empty around this time of day with the exclusion of a few joggers who passed by. The only thing he could be sure of was that Olivia was black because he saw her hand everyday. Fitz glanced around and tried to make eye contact with every black woman who even glanced his way but none of them stopped.

Olivia, on the other hand, had been at the park since 6:15 and waiting to approach him. It seemed silly but she was quietly standing behind a tree and trying to work up the nerve to approach him. She was usually never this nervous around me. She actually wasn't nervous around anybody at all except Fitz.

When she saw him first come into the shop on the security camera she thought he was extremely handsome. She started playing little jokes on him at first because she thought that his reaction was pretty funny and it was a way to flirt with him without ever having to stand in front of him.

One day Olivia got the nerve to come from behind the wall and say hello but she immediately went back into the kitchen once she got a good look at him. She hadn't been able to tell from the screen how old Fitz was but it was crystal clear once she was just standing across the room. It wasn't that she had a problem dating older men, but she had a feeling he wouldn't be interested in some college student.

When he actually asked her out she was shocked. Initially she was going to say no. Olivia found their little interactions fun and she didn't want to have to give that up if he found out he wasn't really interested. His daily visits had quickly become the best part of her day.

Olivia glanced down at the watch on her wrist and realized that she only had one minute left and that she needed to make her move. She took one deep, sharp breath and walked from behind the tree. Fitz had his back turned towards her so she approached slowly to not startle him.

Fitz had all but given up hope when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He quickly turned around and looked up directly into Olivia's eyes. He was pretty surprised that she was so young but kind of expected it. He doubted Harold paid enough for a grown woman to support herself.

They both studied each other for a few moments and it was completely silent between the two of them. Olivia was trying her best to read Fitz's facial expression while he simply took her in. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had pressed her hair and it laid bone straight and touched her shoulders, she wore a very minimal amount of makeup but Fitz noticed the small trace of lipgloss on her lips and her skin seemed to glow in the sun.

She was more than what he had imagined.

After almost a minute of quiet, Olivia held her hand out to him for him to shake. She wasn't very sure what greeting gesture to use for somebody that you had been flirting with for 2 months but had never actually met. 'Hi.'

Her voice broke him out of the trance he was in and he stood to his feet and grabbed her hand and shook it. Fitz thought about pulling her into a hug but refrained, determined to not freak her out. 'Hi.' he smiled. 'Um, let's sit down.'

Olivia nodded and took a step around him and sat down on the tartan designed blanket and carefully crossed her legs. She was wearing a simple t-shirt dress but she didn't want to expose him to everything she had underneath it, either.

'Thank you for coming.' he said, trying to start off the conversation and break up some of the initial tension.

'Thanks for inviting me.' she responded, internally cursing herself for being so awkward.

Fitz had brought a bottle of wine with him but he hesitated a bit before bringing it out. He could tell that she was somewhere in her early 20s but he wasn't exactly sure how early. He didn't want to just serve a minor alcohol in the middle of a park on a Thursday afternoon. Instead of just coming straight out and asking how old she was, he decided to try another tactic.

'So, Olivia,' he started. 'what exactly do you do other than torture innocent coffee lovers?' Fitz asked, playfully wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Olivia chuckled. 'First of all, I don't torment anybody. And secondly, I'm a senior at Yessimite University.'

He smiled and nodded. Fitz remembered that most college seniors were either 21 or 22 so he brought out the bottle of wine and two separate glasses. When she didn't verbally object, he grabbed the wine opener and twisted it into the cork so that he could open the glass container.

'That's cool. What exactly are you studying?' he asked curiously as he pushed the cork off to the side. He doubted that they'd finish the entire bottle but he knew he'd be able to push a stopper inside before he went home.

'Astrophysics.' she answered nonchalantly.

'Woah.' he mumbled. 'That's heavy.'

She smirked and shrugged her shoulders. 'I guess it can be a bit overwhelming at times, but it's interesting.' Olivia watched him pour the wine into her glass and she took it. 'What did you study?'

'Prelaw.' he answered, placing the bottle to the side. 'I wanted to be a lawyer but I ended up joining the Navy. I just returned from a 7 year tour.'

Olivia's eyebrows raised. Seven years seemed like a very long time to be out of the US and that just reminded her of their obvious age gap. Because her curiosity was getting the best of her she decided to just come right out and ask. 'Fitz, how old are you?'

'I'm 33.' he replied, trying to gauge her response.

'Oh.' she said softly.

'Um.. Is that going to be a problem?' he asked, a bit nervous to hear her answer. He wasn't used to dating younger women but he'd give it a shot as long as she was willing.

'No.' she quickly shook her head. 'Is it going to be a problem for you? I'm 22.'

'I don't care about that at all, Olivia.' he smiled reassuringly.

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief once she heard that. In her mind that was going to be the biggest hurdle they had to jump through and now that they were over it, they could simply enjoy their date.

6:30pm turned into 7:30pm which turned into 8:30pm and the two of them were still sitting outside talking and enjoying each other's company. There was nobody left in the park except for them and it had gotten dark outside. The only light they had was provided by the stars, moon, and the illuminating sidewalk posts. Once they finished off their food they had reopened the bottle of wine and, much to both of their surprise, they had finished it. Neither of them felt particularly drunk but they were both a bit tipsy.

Olivia laid down on her back and patted the spot next to her, prompting him to lay back as well. Fitz looked at her curiously but laid back on his back and looked up into the sky. Their shoulders were chastely pressed against the others but neither of them moved.

'I don't get it. What am I looking at?' he asked, his nose crinkling.

She chuckled. 'Be patient. I'm going to explain it.'

'Fine.' he sighed dramatically and squinted his eyes, trying to see what she was seeing.

Olivia pointed up towards the sky, closing one of her eyes so that she could accurately pin point what she was looking for. 'You see that star right there?'

'No.' Fitz shook his head, very confused as to exactly what she was pointing to. 'There's literally hundreds of stars up there.' he laughed.

'Don't be silly, Fitz.' she playfully reprimanded and tried pointing again, this time moving closer to him in the hopes of him seeing. She was also kind of curious to see if he would react to her being so close to him.

That was the closest that had been all night and Fitz was finally able to smell the perfume she was wearing. It was sweet and flowery and yet light and not overwhelming. She smelled heavenly in his opinion. 'Are you talking about the one that's kind of bigger than the rest of them?'

'Yes.' she nodded. 'Some ancient societies believed that if I star shined that bright then it was a sign of good luck. There are accounts of some tribes coming out worshipping the shiniest stars as if they were gods and some would even sacrifice young virgins to please them.'

'Ouch.' Fitz cringed and then smirked. 'You sure know how to lighten a mood, Liv.'

Olivia giggled. 'Sorry. It's just so interesting that they put so much merit into simple things like stars when now we know that the only reason a star may be a little brighter is because it's bigger than the rest of them.'

'I think they may be good luck.' he shrugged.

'Really?' Olivia sat up and rested her weight on her arms. 'What makes you say that?'

'Well, the star is out and I'm out on a hot date.' he grinned widely, his comment causing her to fluster just a little. 'It could just be a coincidence, or maybe I have luck on my side.'

'A coincidence.' Olivia answered for him. 'I felt sorry for the man who gave me flowers and I decided to go out on a date with him. There was no luck involved.'

'You very rude.' Fitz huffed as he sat up as well. The tips of his fingers pressed up against hers but she didn't move her hand so he took that as a cue to keep going. 'And mean. Extremely mean.' he said, now facing towards her. There was about a foot of space in between their faces and the tension was building but neither of them wanted to make the first move.

Olivia bit her bottom lip and moved in just a bit closer to him in an attempt to bridge the gap. 'And you love it.' she said softly.

For a few moments they both just looked at each other, daring to go all the way. Fitz thought about being a gentleman and letting her initiate it but the look Olivia had on her face was making it hard. He couldn't explain it but it just seemed like her expression was yelling "Come get me" even though she wasn't saying anything at all. Her eyes were hooded and her plump lips were just begging to be kissed. He moved a little closer to her and parted his lips, almost begging her to put him out of his misery.

They shared a few heated breaths before Fitz finally went in for her. He had closed his eyes but he heard her giggle softly as she pulled away. He simply shook his head at her silliness but pulled her closer to him and this time their lips crashed against one another's. It started off as a few light pecks but when Olivia's tongue impishly darted out, all bets were off.

He didn't want to be too hard or rough with her but his need for her was growing. Fitz opened his lips further as her tongue explored the inside of his mouth. Olivia could feel a very familiar tingle in two places of her body. The first one was at the pit of her stomach as the butterflies began to flutter and the second one was a quaking in between in her legs. She tried her best to ignore the latter one as she continued to enjoy all of what was Fitzgerald Grant.

Breathing became a tandem exercise for the two of them as neither of them wanted to release the other one. Instead of pulling away for some air they simply took one another in. It wasn't until they just couldn't take it anymore that they pulled away but even then they were still close enough that their bottom lips touched. Olivia usually wasn't the type to do anything except for hug a guy on the first date but Fitz was a whole new ballgame.

Her eyes were still shut as she caught her breath but she felt Fitz's hand come up and cup the side of her face, his thumb moving back and fourth and lightly caressing her cheek as it went. She smiled and opened her eyes, playfully nipping at his bottom lip and making him laugh softly. He didn't want to be too loud. He didn't want anything to break them out of this moment.

'Wow.' she murmured.

'Is that a compliment?' he asked, his eyebrows quirking at her.

'No.' she shook her head. Before she could make another comment, his lips were back on hers. This time he wasn't nearly as gentle or sweet as his free hand traveled lower and found it's way to the small of her back. He almost smiled when he heard her moan softly against his mouth and he was confident that he had gotten his point across.

'We need to stop.' Olivia said as best as she could considering that Fitz was currently devouring her mouth. 'Somebody may see us.'

'Nobody is going to see us.' he reassured. He knew everybody was gone for the night. Nobody came to the park that late at night except the occasional officer on patrol and he knew they wouldn't bother them.

Before she could make any further arguments, he slowly began to pull away. Olivia nearly pouted as she craned her neck so that she could follow lips but then chastised herself. She was the one saying that they needed to stop and yet here she was not letting him go. Fitz moved slowly down to her chin and up her jawline with small kisses.

It started off innocent enough but as he got further down he began to open his mouth and use his tongue against her skin. Olivia's eyes popped open as her jaw dropped as he slowly sank his teeth into the column of her neck then licked the sting away. Fitz couldn't see her facial expression but he could tell by her labored breathing that he was doing something right. She was sure that she'd have at least a light hickey there but at that point she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around his waist as best she could, her fingers clenching down on the fabric of his t-shirt. The tingling sensation between her thighs was getting harder and harder to ignore at this point.

'Oh.. Fitz.. We have to st— Shit.' she hissed.

'Have to what?' Fitz asked although he was mostly ignoring her pleas. Normally he would never behave this way on a first date but that wine had definitely brought something out of him.

'St— Stop.' Olivia finally managed to sputter. 'We um—Fitz!'

As much as she was enjoying herself, and she was enjoying herself, she knew that they needed to slow down. If they didn't stop right then Olivia knew that Fitz was going to end up in between her legs tonight. While that didn't sound like so much of a bad thing, she actually really liked him. She didn't want them to move too fast or have him thinking that she was just the type of girl to hook up with strangers.

He pulled away when she yelled his name. As soon as Fitz looked her in the eyes she averted her gaze. Suddenly the blanket they were sitting on became extremely interesting. 'I just um.. I just don't want you to think that this is just sex or that like I'm easy or whatever.' she admitted bashfully.

Fitz understood where Olivia was coming from but in that moment but he was a bit frustrated. He remembered back in college where guys would make fun of girls and call them sluts for sleeping with a guy, but, Fitz was a grown man. He didn't care about that type of stuff. 'I'm not like that, Olivia.' he assured. 'But we can wait if you want to wait.'

Olivia sighed. 'I just don't want this to turn into this thing where you just don't call me in the morning.'

He chuckled softly as she reverted back to her shyness and leaned in towards her, kissing her lips once more. 'I can guarantee that I'm going to call you in the morning.' Fitz began to slowly work his way back down her neck. 'And the morning after that.' he said, punctuating himself with another elongated kiss. 'And the morning after that.'

Her entire body shivered once he reached a certain area on her flesh and she internally cursed herself for revealing where her weak spot was. Fitz flattened his tongue and then sucked on that one place and she was sure that her panties were soaked. 'W.. What happens after— that?'

'Whatever you want to happen.' he sank his teeth into the spot where her neck met her shoulder and listened to the strained hiss that she let out.

Fitz was making mentally jotting down of all of the noises and sounds that she made. It was somewhat of a catalogue of beautiful harmonies in an instrument that he was learning to play. He wanted to figure out every single note that Olivia Pope had to offer.

Olivia knew that she was a goner at that point. She pulled him off of her neck and grabbed him by the shoulders. 'We need to get out of here. Like right now.'

'Yes ma'am.' he grinned and stood to his feet then grabbed her hand to help her as well.

It didn't take long to pack up the picnic considering that all he did was wrap everything up in the blanket and tie it up at the top. He would have to take care of the mess later on. Olivia had walked there from her apartment so they held hands as they made rushed strides to Fitz's car. He threw the picnic supplies in the backseat and then opened the passenger side door for her.

The drive wouldn't take very long but what was supposed to be 8 minutes felt like an eternity when they ended up being stopped at a red light. Fitz glanced over at her and saw that she was just looking out of the window. Her t-shirt dress had risen slightly and all he could see were her delicious looking cocoa colored thighs. He slyly reached over and placed his hand there, his thumb pressing the thin fabric up more and exposing her to his greedy eyes.

It was then that Fitz realized that Olivia wasn't sitting down all the way. She was wearing her seatbelt but was slightly hovering above the leather upholstery of the seat. His eyebrows raised. 'What are you doing?'

Olivia blushed. She didn't really know how to explain her predicament to Fitz and it seemed a little silly when she thought about saying it out loud. 'I um.. I'm wet and I didn't want to get it on your seats.'

Fitz's eyebrows furrowed and he wanted to curse every college guy that Olivia had ever had to deal with. 'Olivia, I plan on having your legs spread out and my face down there in the next 10 minutes. A little bit getting on my seat isn't going to hurt anything.'

Before she could respond Fitz's hand began to move again but this time it was underneath her dress. The light had turned green but there was nobody else at the intersection so he didn't even bother moving. Instead he watched her facial expression to make sure that she was comfortable as he pushed his pointer and middle fingers up to the hem of her cotton panties. She would've worn something a little sexier if she had known what was going to happen tonight but it was way too late now and Fitz didn't seem to care anyway.

Olivia tried to look down at his arm to see exactly what it was that he was doing, but he cupped her cheek with his free hand and turned her towards him so that he could look in her eyes. He wanted to see the exact face she made when he finally touched her when she needed him.

She thought it was a little strange at first to be looking directly at him but it made the situation a lot more intense as she stared back into his slate gray iris'. He pushed her panties to the side and she squeaked softly in surprise but stayed still for him. His fingers ran up and down her slit but passed right over her clit and her entrance. Both of his digits were immediately coated in her essence and he smiled approvingly at how wet she was. It was definitely a stroke to his ego knowing that all of this was for him. Soon after Olivia lost all the strength in her legs and ended up sitting directly on the seat.

He leaned in to kiss her but never closed his eyes as he watched the way her face contorted. Olivia's hips involuntarily flexed against his hand as she began to search for some type of stimulation to her sensitive nub. Fitz obliged her request played with her clit until her entire body was shaking but he pulled away before her climax could build. He didn't want her to cum like this in the middle of the road but he did want to give her a taste of what was in store for her.

They were going to have a very long night ahead of them.

Olivia panted softly as he pulled his fingers away. She thought he would wipe them off on a napkin or something, but instead he put both of them into his mouth and sucked them clean. Her jaw dropped as she watched him and she was already craving more.

'Have you ever tasted yourself?' he asked, slightly amused by the dazed expression on her face.

She quietly shook her head but readily opened her mouth as he leaned in to kiss her again. Fitz slid his tongue between her plump lips and she sucked on it softly, tasting a mixture of her and him in his mouth. He pulled away before they got too caught up in their kiss and put his car into 'Drive' and started back down the road.

Neither of them had spoken much about any ex-boyfriends or girlfriends during their date but Fitz could tell that she was a little insecure. She had only been in two long term relationships in her life but neither had been the best of partners. Olivia had spent most of the time that they were together trying to be absolutely perfect for them instead of just being herself. Both of those relationships had to end, though, when she grew tired of constantly acting.

Fitz, on the other hand, didn't seem to care about perfection. Olivia knew that she had been acting just a tad awkward their entire date but he didn't seem to mind at all. She wasn't wearing any fancy clothes or had on a bunch of makeup, and yet he still wanted her just as much. She wouldn't say it out loud but it felt like it had been so long since somebody, or anybody, wanted her for her. If Fitz never even looked in her direction again after tonight then she'd be sad but she'd always have to thank him for an amazing night.

When they pulled up to Fitz's apartment complex she crinkled her nose. It was a little dark in the parking garage but he could still kind of see her facial expression.

'Are you having second thoughts?' he asked before turning the car off. He would be disappointed if she was but he'd never force her into anything. They could just sit in his living room and watch television if she wanted and Fitz would be happy.

'Oh, no.' she shook her head. 'It's just um.. My dad lives in this building as well and I don't want to run into him.'

'Oh.' he said softly as the gears in his head began to turn. 'We could go somewhere else if you want. I can get us a hotel.' Fitz smiled sweetly.

'Seriously?' her eyebrows raised.

'Of course.' Fitz nodded and laughed softly at the surprised look on her face. 'I just want you to be comfortable, Olivia. I can get us a place right outside of town and we'll order room service in the morning.'

'Or we could just go to my place.' she suggested although at this point she just wanted to get out of the car. Olivia still felt a bit uncomfortable knowing that she would probably be leaving a wet spot on his seat.

'That's fine.' he nodded. 'Just let me go get some stuff from upstairs. I'll be right back.'

No more than 5 minutes later the couple were heading out to another small complex a few miles away from town. It was a bit bigger than Fredericksburg but it still wasn't saying much. Olivia had been giving him directions but she touched his shoulder as they began to close in on her place.

'Do we need to stop by the store and get um… Ya know?' she suggested, hoping that he'd just get it.

Fitz's eyebrows quirked. He knew exactly what she meant although he found it kind of cute that she wouldn't say it out loud. They'd have to work her out of her shyness but that was a problem for another time. 'Condoms?'

'Yes.' she nodded, relieved that he understood.

'I grabbed some from my apartment.' he assured.

She gave him a tight-lipped smile and turned back towards the front window. While she was glad they wouldn't have to stop, she also wondered why he just had condoms laying around. It made Olivia wonder about if there were any other women he was taking out and having sex with besides her. She worked to push those thoughts out of her mind, though, knowing that she was just overthinking the entire situation.

Olivia had texted Harold to let her know that she wasn't going to make it into work that next morning but he hadn't responded. She assumed he was busy either smoking, sleeping, or eating but he'd eventually get the message. They only got like 20 customers a day so he could handle it for a little while.

When they finally arrived to the building Olivia instructed him on where to park and they headed inside. Fitz had gotten an overnight bag from his place so he slung it over his shoulder before opening her door for her. Much to her surprise he grabbed her hand as they walked into the building. The gesture seemed small but it gave her at least a little relief and suggested that maybe this wasn't all about sex after all.

Besides, they were just two human beings who really liked each other and had needs. They were both consenting adults and there was nothing wrong with what they were about to do.

Although Olivia was still terrified she'd screw something up.

The front receptionist was an older woman, somewhere in her 80s, and had been sitting at the front desk watching soap operas on the tiny television she had on her counter. She seemed like she was dressed for bed and she had her hair pushed up in curlers. She didn't seem too interested in whoever was coming in until she saw Fitz. She had been Olivia's landlord for years and she had never seen any men coming to visit, especially not this late at night.

'Hi, Verna.' Olivia greeted, waving in her direction with her free hand. Everybody in the complex knew each other so it was pretty common to greet them.

'Good night, Olivia.' she winked back at her then gestured to Fitz.

Their interaction wasn't lost on Fitz who was taking in the scenery of the building. It was a lot nicer than the dump he was currently living in but he figured it was probably built to help handle the amount of students that lived in the area. He waved at Verna himself as Olivia's strides became a bit faster. The elevator was down the hall and she released his hand only to fish her keycard out to press against the sensor so that they could request it.

Once the doors open they saw a group of guys around the age of 25 all spread out. They had just come up from the parking garage downstairs and were headed up to their apartments. Fitz saw the way they looked at Olivia but he didn't comment on it. He wasn't sure if it was too early to be jealous or maybe just a tad bit possessive but he didn't like the way they were eyeing her.

Much to his surprise, though, Olivia stood directly in front of him and wrapped his arm around her body. Her back pressed flush against his chest and he held her close as the elevator doors shut and left them all inside. She rested her hand on top of his forearm and looked straight forward.

Olivia's apartment was all the way on the 5th floor while the guys got off on the 3rd. They all filed out quietly excluding the last one who turned around to wink and wave back at her as they went down the hall. Fitz wanted to say something but the doors were already shutting and he decided not to waste his time dealing with him. The guy obviously just wanted to get a rise out of him but he had more important things on his mind.

The 5th floor housed mostly women, a plan done purposefully by Verna, and her apartment was the last one down the hall. She used her key and code to open the door and prayed that she hadn't left things too messy. Olivia had spent most of her day worrying about her date with Fitz that afternoon so she hadn't had time to clean up.

She had accidentally left her cellphone downstairs in Fitz's car so she hoped that none of her friends were looking for her. The only thing she told them was that she was going out with the man from the coffee shop who she had a crush on. She was sure that they were expecting her back by now but, hopefully, none of them were freaking out. The last thing she needed was one of them barging in on them tonight.

Throughout her time in college she had been living in a studio apartment. It was tiny enough to feel like a cozy home but large enough for her to entertain guests if she wanted to. Her parents thought she'd find time to throw a wild party or two but it was mostly spent just housing various study groups. The floors were a mahogany brown and the kitchen countertops were a dark marble.

There was a small dining area with a round table and 4 chairs but the tabletop has cluttered with papers and notebooks and 3 different laptops. She had had some cereal for breakfast that morning and the bowl was still sitting in the sink and she had a few succulent plants littered around the sink area. They were the only plants Olivia could keep alive without calling in some help from her mother and she liked having a little greenery around.

The living room was off in the corner but instead of having a television, Olivia had a projector screen that faced towards the wall. There was a white couch with a throw blanket on top because she often times ended up falling asleep over there instead of her actual bed. Her closet door was open and revealed all of her clothes hanging up but her shoes were all haphazardly piled on the floor. Her dresser drawers had been left open and her dirty laundry hamper was filled to the brim. She had neglected to make her bed that morning so the covers were an absolute mess and her nightstand had an empty water bottle on top of it.

Olivia blushed when she took in the state of her apartment. It was necessarily over the top messy but she definitely would've cleaned up more if she knew she was going to be bringing Fitz over tonight. She walked in a few steps ahead of him and began to stack up some of the papers on the table.

'Sorry about the mess.' she said bashfully. Olivia began to ramble on while Fitz put his bag in the corner.

Once he kicked off his shoes and put them away as well, he walked back over to where Olivia was standing. She was busying herself cleaning up the tiny mess on the counter when he grabbed her by her hips. Her hands immediately stopped and he turned her around so that she was facing him again.

'Olivia,' he said softly before leaning in to kiss her. 'Nothing has to be perfect. It's fine.' he assured.

Olivia nodded her head as their lips connected once more and the nerves all over her body began to flare once more. She never wanted to be the girl who was always nervous and on edge, but, Fitz made her feel that way for some reason. It wasn't anything that he had done or said; she just liked him way too much.

Fitz's hands had started at her hips but the moved behind her and to her plump behind. She yelped softly against his mouth as he squeezed down on both of her cheeks and massaged them. Olivia could feel the juncture between her legs begin to quiver once more as he slowly slid his tongue into her mouth. She could feel his dick twitch against her thigh and internally smiled. It seemed like he was doing most of the work so it made her happy knowing that she was having a similar affect on him.

Soon she could feel his hands traveling further down her body until they reached the back of her knees. He lifted her up onto the countertop so that she could sit and he could stand in between her legs. He parted her thighs further and dragged her to the end of the counter until she was flush against him once more.

Fitz began to slowly pull up at the dress she was wearing and she lifted her hips to help him. They only broke away from their kiss to get Olivia's dress above her head and he threw it off to the side and it landed somewhere on the floor. She immediately pulled him back towards her and their tongues began to dance the way that they were slowly becoming accustomed to.

He hadn't had much time to appreciate the underwear she was wearing but it was just a simple black bra and a pair of sherbet orange colored panties that she had gotten from Victoria's Secret. She thought that they would have time to turn off the lights before they both completely undressed but when Fitz began to go for her bra her body became a bit rigid. Olivia pushed his hands away and started to pull at his t-shirt instead.

Her fingers slowly ran up his chiseled abdomen until she got his shirt up to his chest. Fitz pulled the shirt the rest of the way off himself and tossed it over to the side just as he had done her dress. Olivia could tell that he was about to reach for her panties but she intertwined their fingers instead and distracted him with more kisses.

Fitz pressed his growing erection in between directly on the crotch of her panties so that she could feel exactly what she was doing to him in that moment. Her breath hitched as she took in how big he felt but she didn't get to dwell on that long as he began to kiss down her jawline once more. He pushed her long hair out of the way and she tilted her neck to expose more of herself to him.

Olivia's ending up being wrapped underneath Fitz's arms so that her palms were flat on his back. Her nails lightly dug into his flesh which only spurred him on further. He could imagine the streaks she would end up leaving on him by the end of the night. His hands massaged the tender skin of her soft inner thighs as he lightly suckled on her skin. The only sound either of them could hear was Olivia moaning loudly until there was a loud knock on the door.

'Shit.' she hissed and tried to pull away from him.

Fitz pulled her closer and shook his head. 'Ignore it. We'll be quieter.' he assured.

Before she could respond the person knocked again but Olivia couldn't move from that spot. Both of her legs already felt like piles of jello and her mind was a bit hazy from Fitz attacking her senses. She wrapped her arms around Fitz's waist to keep her close to him.

'Olivia!' a voice called out from beyond the wall. 'Liv, are you in there?'

'Shit, shit.' Olivia hissed again as Fitz's kisses began to go lower and into her clavicle area. She could recognize her friend Quinn's voice from anywhere and she knew that she was probably just checking on her because she wasn't answering her phone.

While she was distracted, Fitz reached up and expertly undid the hooks on her bra with one hand. It immediately fell down her shoulders but she clenched her arms together in an attempt to hold it up. His other hand began to play with the hem of her panties until he got to her slit. Olivia's back immediately arched as she pressed herself further into his body.

'Olivia! Olivia are you there?' Quinn called out again.

Fitz pushed one of the cups of her bra down revealing the lush globe that had been hidden underneath. Her nipple had already hardened into a firm pebble and he immediately attacked with his mouth and lightly sucked on it. He slowly slid his pointer and middle fingers into her entrance and curled them upwards and he thought for sure that her body would skyrocket off of the counter. Her fingers curled around the edge of the marble as she felt herself falling apart.

'Did she answer?' Abby asked Quinn from outside of the door.

'She still hasn't answered. Do you have the extra key?' she gestured to the lock.

'I'm here!' Olivia finally yelled. She knew if she hadn't said anything that they were just going to come directly in and that was the last thing she needed.

'Finally.' Quinn sighed with relief. 'Why aren't you answering your calls?'

'Ooohhhh. Baby stop.' she whimpered at Fitz as she tried her best to make a coherent sentence. 'The battery was down!'

'Let us in, bitch!' Abby knocked on the door again. 'Tell us about your date with the hot coffee guy!'

Hearing that made Fitz chuckle a little but he felt even better knowing that she was talking to her friends about him. He also very clearly heard the word 'baby' come out of her mouth and that was another boost to his confidence. He showed her absolutely no mercy as she continued to try and hold up her end of the conversation with her friends.

'I can't!' she called back as she quickly tried to think of a lie. Her mind raced for a bit until she could finally manage a lame excuse. 'I'm about to go to sleep!'

'Well, wake up!' Quinn said loudly.

Growing weary of her distraction, Fitz used his thumb to press down on her clit. What started off as quick taps soon became a firm, circular motion and he knew that she was close. Olivia took hold of his wrist and tried to push it away but he didn't stop. She let out a loud and straggled moan before trying to shut her mouth tightly.

'Liv are you okay?' Abby asked as she began to search through her purse for Olivia's spare key. She had always been a very reserved person so the thought that she had somebody in there hadn't even crossed their minds.

'I'm fine!' she called out, now almost grinding on Fitz's fingers as her orgasm neared.

'Oh my God.' Quinn mumbled softly as she came to the realization of what was going on. She looked at Abby with her eyes wide. 'She's in there having sex.'

Abby's brows furrowed and she was about to call Quinn crazy but it all started to suddenly make sense. She covered her mouth in shock and grabbed her friend's wrist with her freehand. 'We'll talk to you in the morning, Liv!'

'You nasty thing, you!' Quinn yelled as Abby dragged her away.

Olivia grabbed hold of the curls on the back of Fitz's head and pulled his greedy mouth away from her chest. She facetiously frowned at him to show her disapproval of his behavior but he only smiled deviously at her. He had a lopsided grin that she extremely adorable but she wouldn't tell him that.

'What am I going to do with you?' she questioned, her bottom lip poking out slightly.

'Mmm.' Fitz hummed softly. 'Your friends ask too many questions, Livvie.'

'That was very mean of you, Fitzgerald.' Olivia scolded lightly but she was still wearing a smile. She ran her fingers through his thick, brown tresses. 'You're going to get me into trouble.'

'Trouble isn't always bad.' he quipped before nuzzling his face in between her breasts and taking in her scent. 'And I hope your friends don't plan on coming over too early in the morning. I plan to still be occupying your time.'

Olivia blushed but didn't respond. One of her other worries was that Fitz would be gone by the time she woke up in the morning but she was glad that she got a little reassurance . She squealed and laughed as she picked her up from the counter and began walking back towards her queen sized bed. It was in front of a large window which over looked the illuminated garden and pool area. It was usually pretty crowded but nobody was really out on a Thursday night.

Fitz playfully threw her onto the bed and she landed in a fit of giggles. He had grabbed a few condoms from his place and had put one in his back pocket while the others were in his bag. He threw it on the nightstand beside her books and the camera that she kept them for her photography class. Olivia watched on as he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans and let them hit the floor.

Her eyes widened when she finally saw the print his penis made in his boxer briefs. It was easily the biggest one she had ever seen but that was another thing she wouldn't say out loud to him. Olivia's bra had fallen off at some point but she crossed her arms to cover her breasts a bit.

Her gesture wasn't lost on Fitz but he ignored it for now. Instead he took hold of her ankles and brought her to the end of the bed so that he could take her panties off. Olivia blushed but helped him slide them down her legs. Since she was still a little shy about being completely nude in front him, Fitz removed his own boxers so that they'd be even. He got into bed on top of her, his erection resting in her inner thigh.

The two of them made out like love struck teenagers and meticulously worked their hips against one another's. Fitz's penis went up and down her slit as they teased each other and she coated him with her essence. Eventually moved down until his face was settled in between her thighs. Olivia knew exactly what he was about to do but before she could tell him that he didn't have to, he was already pushing her legs on top of his shoulders.

Olivia had only had only had somebody go down on her once before and it wasn't very enjoyable. He treated it as if it was some type of chore and had down a very lackluster job because of it. She sat up on her elbows and watched on as Fitz began to kiss her inner thighs. The tip of his penis began to leak precum that made a small wet spot on top of her covers.

Once he finally made it to her clit he began to cover it with long, broad strokes of his tongue. He could feel her hips already starting to close on his head but he kept them open using one of his hands. He had been teasing her all night and he knew she was well overdue for an orgasm.

Fitz sucked her sensitive nub into his mouth and she nearly screamed. Olivia immediately reached for his head and began to pull his hair as he pleased her with his mouth. With all of the stimulation from earlier, it didn't take her long to find her release. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her entire body felt like it was on fire.

He continued to kiss and lick her vagina as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Fitz groaned appreciatively as he tasted her and lapped up any of her wetness that threatened to drip away. He didn't want to waste a single drop of her.

Once she finally recovered she began to pull Fitz closer to her. She grabbed the condom from the nightstand and handed it off to him. She watched as he tore the wrapper off and tossed it to the side of the bed then reached down to slide the rubber down the shaft of his penis. He pressed his tip to her entrance but didn't slide in yet.

Instead, he waited until they were looking at each other directly to finally start pushing himself inside of her heat. Her jaw dropped and her eyebrows furrowed as her walls stretched to accommodate to how thick he was. Fitz started them off slowly as her tight walls began to suck him in even further.

Once he was able to slide his entire cock inside of her, he slowly pulled back out. Their rhythm started off slow as the two of them simply learned and enjoyed one another. Olivia grabbed hold of the sheets underneath her body and pulled on them as worked her body. Her legs hitched themselves on either side of his thighs as she rocked her hips alongside his. She craned her neck upwards so that their mouths could meet once more and she sucked on his bottom lip, tasting herself all over him.

Fitz was too much but not enough all at the same time. Every time he filled her up it felt like he had pressed all the way to her stomach but when he pulled away she found herself craving him more. It was an extremely odd feeling to describe but it seemed as if everything she shared with him was new.

'More. Faster.' she said against his lips as he slid his tongue into her mouth.

He obliged her request and quickened the tempo of his hips. Olivia's gasps and moans were somewhat muffled against his lips and the only other thing that could be heard was the sound of their hips smacking together. She was starting to drip all over the sheet beneath her body.

When Olivia could feel her abdomen begin to quake she knew she was close. She began to call his name out over and over again as he pounded into her womanhood and brought them both towards their destination. Fitz held her body closer to his as he filled her up with long and deep strokes.

Olivia's fevered breath filled the room as the pressure that had been coiled deep within her core tightened. When she finally did cum she screamed loudly. Her neck arched against her pillow and her hips lurched forward against his. She cried out in pure bliss as Fitz continued to thrust inside of her, in search of his own release. It seemed as if her body melted into the bed as she continued to soak his dick in her sweet juices.

Fitz grunted as he felt a familiar heat spread from deep within his groin. Hips began to rocket almost out of control and his face began to turn a bright shade of pink as every inch of his body flooded with warmth. He groaned in ecstasy as his balls tightened and his shaft began to pulsate. Moment later he released his warm load into the condom and laid down on top of her, kissing her up and down her face.

She still had her eyes closed as she tried her best to catch her. Her post orgasmic glow was a sight to behold as her serene smile seemed to spread from ear to ear. Fitz in all of her features as he slowly pulled his member out of her entrance.

He wasn't typically a selfish man but it was something about Olivia that was bringing it out of him. He wanted to make sure that he would be the only person who got the chance to see her like this ever again and he'd do everything in his power to make sure that that happened.

Eventually she opened her eyes and she giggled softly. 'Hi.'

'Hi.' he smiled back at her before leaning down to kiss her nose.

Olivia woke up late for the first time in 3 years but was very appreciative of the extra rest she had received after her extremely tiring night. Because her phone doubled as her alarm clock, she didn't have anything telling her to get up. She kept her eyes shut for the next couple of minutes to shield herself away from the sun although another part of her was afraid.

Fitz had already said that he wouldn't be going anywhere but the last thing she wanted to do was open her eyes and completely shatter the fantasy she had. She tried to move her legs but both of her thighs ached in a way that made her blush.

Before she had to face reality, though, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her body from behind. Fitz brought her closer to him so that her back would be against his chest and their hips molded together. His morning erection pressed against her asscheek and she giggled softly.

'Good morning.' she said softly.

'Good morning.' Fitz responded then laid kisses up and down the side of her face.

Olivia turned her head so that she could face him. 'Do you regret anything?' she asked softly.

'No.' he immediately shook his head, wanting his answer to be absolutely clear. 'Do you?'

'No.' Olivia shook her head as well. 'I'm glad you stayed.'

'I told you I wasn't going anywhere, silly woman.' he chuckled and held onto her tighter. 'I meant that.'

They were both quiet for a few moments but she spoke first to break them out of it. 'What's going to happen now?'

'What do you want to happen now?' he asked seriously.

'I don't know.' she shrugged although that was a lie. What she really wanted to say was that she wanted to have sex for the rest of the day and then get married next week and have 5 of his children.

But, that seemed too forward.

'I just want to be with you.' Olivia responded somewhat honestly.

'Then that's what we're going to do.' he responded as if it was so simple.

After a few more moments of discussion they decided to go get breakfast together at a local brunch spot. She had a class that afternoon at 4 but she was free until that time so they would just spend the day together. Fitz's superiors didn't care much about what he did on Fridays so he didn't even bother calling in and say that he wasn't going to show up.

Olivia got out of bed first to gather a few things for her shower. She was a bit more comfortable being naked around Fitz at this point so she didn't cover herself up as she searched through her drawers to find a pair of panties and a bra. She could feel him watching her every move but she didn't exactly blame him. She had to force herself not to stare at him and he was still underneath the covers.

Fitz reached over and grabbed the camera that Olivia had sitting on her nightstand and turned it on. It seemed very nice and while he didn't have much experience, he knew exactly where the 'On' button was. He looked through the viewfinder until he got a perfect angle of her then snapped a photo.

She chuckled when she heard the shutter go off then looked over at him. 'What are you doing, Fitz?'

'Just taking pictures of the art.' he said nonchalantly.

'Very funny.' she rolled her eyes and headed towards the bed. She reached out to take the camera away from him but he continued to snap away as she did. 'You're very silly.'

Olivia snatched the camera away and turned it towards him instead. The only thing keeping his body covered as the thin sheet and his penis outline was very clear. Instead of hiding away behind his hands or trying to cover himself, Fitz posed and smiled for everything she took. He reached out and grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back into bed.

'Fitz!' she laughed. 'We're never going to get out of here if you don't let me go.'

'Well, then I guess we won't be leaving.' he said as he tried taking the camera away from her again while she took more photos. Fitz hopped on top her and pinned her body down on the bed.

After snatching the camera away from her hands he sat up on his knees and hovered over body. Fitz pointed the lens towards her and got as many pictures of her as he could. He wasn't sure what Olivia was going to do with all of these but he hoped that she would at least send him a few of them. There was one of her that he took in the beginning where she was bending over to get something out of drawer that he particularly liked.

'Baby, stop!' she tried to demand although she was laughing.

'I know what you can take a picture of.' he mused.

'What?' she asked, quirking her eyebrows in amusement.

Fitz handed the camera back over to her and waited until she pointed it back at him. He leaned forward and kissed her chest, paying special attention to both of her nipples that were beginning to harden again. He sucked one of the firm nubs into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it. Olivia's back arched and her hands fell to the side and she dropped her camera onto the bed.

He glanced up at her and shook his head. 'You have to hold the camera, Livvie.'

She groaned but picked the camera back up and tried her best to hold it steady while he continued his descent down her body. Olivia took a few more pictures once he parted her thighs and exposed her pussy. Fitz took his time looking over her glistening womanhood. He used his thumbs to separate her labia and she blushed a little.

'Fitz.' she whined softly, feeling a bit too open to his gaze.

'You are so beautiful.' he finally responded, looking up at her. 'Every single part of you. Let me see you.'

Before she could answer back he had had buried his face into her pussy once more. One of her hands entangled itself in his hair while the other worked to the camera. Olivia's breathing became labored as her hips began to rock against his mouth and he selfishly devoured her. She could feel a couple of tears start to stream down her cheeks when Fitz slurped her clit up to the roof of his mouth.

There was a loud knock on the door but neither of them heard it over the sound of her moans. She could feel her orgasm begin to build at the bottoms of her feet and the pressure climbed all the way up her calve muscles and then to her hips. Olivia could sense a shiver going up and down her spine.

When she finally did reach her peak, Fitz had to hold her body down onto the bed to keep her from bouncing off. He continued to use his mouth on her as he enjoyed her squirting juices down his throat. She tried her best to push his head away but he wouldn't relent and the stimulation made her scream his name.

'Oh my God they are still going at it.' Quinn mumbled to Abby in shock.

'When did Liv become such a freak?' her eyebrows raised as they tried to knock once more.

This time Olivia and Fitz heard them at the door and he sighed but let her go answer it. She rubbed her temples as she tried to prepare herself to hear her friend's mouths then sat up in the bed. She swung her legs over the side and put the camera back on the nightstand so that she could get out of bed. It wasn't until she was standing on her feet that she realized how weak her legs were. She nearly stumbled before taking her first step but quickly caught her balance.

Fitz chuckled as he watched her struggle to navigate to her bathroom. She was trying to move quickly because her friends continued to knock but her legs were way too sore. Olivia threw a pillow from her couch at his head, a punishment for laughing at her, then tossed her bathrobe on. It was a short, silk, blush pink wraparound that barely went below her bottom.

Olivia tied her robe together in the front and glanced back at Fitz. She tried to give him a stern look but he was still laughing and it was making her giggle. 'Hush, Fitz.'

'Yes, maam.' he said as he covered himself with her sheets.

She shook her head at him and went to the door and opened it but only enough so that they could see her face. 'Good morning.'

'Good morning.' Abby responded with a smirk as she took in her friends appearance.

She hadn't had time to take off her makeup the night before so the eyeliner she had on was smudged, her lips were swollen, her hair was all over the place, and there were a line of love bites on her neck. Basically, she looked like a hot mess.

'I see somebody missed work today.' Quinn said, looking her up and down as well.

'It's nothing wrong with missing a day or two off work.' she said half defensively. 'Harold didn't mind at all and I have plenty of vacation days saved up.'

'Right.' Abby smirked and tried to peek over Olivia's head to see if she could get a glimpse of Fitz. 'So, where is the mystery man?'

'I don't know what you're talking about.' she lied and tried to shut the door up further.

'Olivia we just heard you screaming from down the hall.' Quinn laughed and tried to push the door open.

'Are you serious?' she hissed lowly, shocked at herself. She had no idea that she was being that loud and now she was a bit embarrassed. Olivia could faintly hear Fitz laughing at her in the background and she glanced at him over her shoulder to shoot him a look.

'So you're not going to let us in?' Abby asked as she stood on the tips of her toes to try and see again.

'Not right now. I'll see you guys at 2, okay? I promise.' Olivia said as she slowly began to shut the door again.

'Goodbye, ladies!' Fitz called out from the bed, causing Abbey and Quinn to laugh.

Olivia shut and locked her front door as her friends left. She kept her robe closed up shut and shook her head at Fitz. 'You're ridiculous.'

'Your friends seem nice.' he said with a sweet smile. 'I can't wait to meet them.'

'It sounds like they're excited to meet you, too.' she said as she headed towards the bathroom. She saw Fitz trying to get up as well but she held her hand up to stop him. 'You stay right there. We're supposed to be getting food.'

'We'll save time if we shower together.' he suggested coyly.

'I'll be quick.' Olivia waved his suggestion off and turned the shower on.

Fitz chortled and sat with his back against the headboard and grabbed the camera. He took his time scrolling through all of the photos they had taken as he waited for her to return from her shower. She had kept the door wide open and he could clearly see her through the glass shower door, but he kept himself under control.

It could all be so simple
But you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be

His ears immediately perked up when he heard Olivia singing from the bathroom. Those were the exact same lyrics he had been hearing for the past few months that he had been in town and she sounded exactly like the neighbor. Fitz put the camera away and stood up and began to walk towards the bathroom as he continued to listen in on her. Her eyes were shut as she allowed the water to run down her face and he kind of felt as if he was invading her privacy but his curiosity had gotten the best of him.

No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't workin', It ain't workin'
And when I try to walk away
You'd hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, this is crazy

While Olivia lived in the next town over, she would stop by her father's house in the morning before work to shower. Most of her classes were in the evenings or at night so she didn't have much time once she made it home to take care of herself. Her father's apartment was just a convenient stop down the road from the coffee shop. By the time Fitz would leave for work in the mornings, she would have just sat down to enjoy some breakfast. She would leave for work at around 9 and since he always came in around 10, they would never cross paths.

Fitz stood in the doorway and continued to watch her although she still hadn't noticed at all. He was now putting it together and Olivia's father must have stayed directly beside him. It amazed him that he had gone months trying to figure out who these mystery women were and here she was standing directly in front of him.

He would have to call his boss later on that afternoon and try and request an extension on his stay in Fredericksburg. Fitz couldn't be sure if they would end up dating long term but he would definitely do everything in his power to make sure that that happened. The idea that he would change his entire life plan around for a woman that he really just met was a little scary but he didn't care. All he knew that was he wanted Olivia Pope and that he would be hers if she'd have him.

'You're such a weirdo.' Olivia said, breaking the silence up in the bathroom. She couldn't exactly see Fitz but she could just sense that somebody was watching her. She turned around and opened the door to the shower. 'Come on.'

Fitz grinned and got in the shower with her, sliding the door shut as she made room for him. He watched on as she worked her sponge underneath her arms and down her chest. She handed him her coconut and shea body wash and he squirted some into his hand and rubs it up and down her back, reveling in the way her muscles seemed to relax at his touch.

There were only one thing that brought Fitz happiness while he was in Virginia and now he had her all to himself.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed what was supposed to be a very quick little one shot turned long, fluffy, smutty mini story. I really enjoyed writing. I started it Thursday night after the Scandal premiere but I've been extremely busy this week dealing with my birthday and stuff.

I'd love to hear your feedback. You can follow me on Twitter, (_norial_) OR on Tumblr (lynalexandria). If this gets enough reviews then I'll come back and do a few more flashes into their lives although I think that I rounded this story off fairly well. I really enjoy taking prompts and writing these little one shots. Feel free to send me anymore suggestions and I'll try my best to do them. Things of this scale take time, though, so please be patient with me and remember that I do have other stories that need to be updated as well. I hope everyone is enjoying the story thus far and thank you to my best friend for being a soundboard for this. If you guys hate it then blame her.

Also there are 2 song references in this (other than the song that Olivia sings in the end) and I hope that some of you get them both. One is fairly easy but the other you may have to search for.

Until next time!