What Do We Do Now?

Chapter 1

"Nice view." The two words were like a wash of fresh air. He turned slowly in the direction of her voice, fearful he had imagined the sound. His heart lurched when he took her in, standing mere feet away after so much time. A thousand thoughts clogged in his mind and his face betrayed the struggle he felt at seeing her standing on the balcony, on his balcony, just as he'd resigned himself to being alone.

"Hi," she murmured, her thumb running along the rim of the wineglass she held.

"HI," he finally found his voice, still in disbelief. His voice waivered when he continued, "You're here."

The corners of her mouth drew up almost imperceptibly and she started slowly in his direction. Her voice took on a seductive tone, "I'm here. Charlotte is very helpful...and informative."

She was close enough to touch and all of his feelings for her set his heart at a steady thud. He tempered his urge to reach for her, still unsure if this was another vivid dream, equally hesitant that this time would be no different than all of the others they had found their way back to one another.

"What happens now?" Fitz asked diffidently.

"Whatever we want," she flirted in return, her pulse racing at the prospect.

Olivia's breath caught when Fitz took a step towards her, taking the glass from her hands and sitting it on a nearby table. Then he was back in her personal space, his scent engulfing her, his heat warming her from head to toe.

Both were tentative as they basked in the proximity of the other. Fitz bent towards her and Olivia's hands found the sides of his dress shirt, reaching her lips to touch his. It started sweet, tender, and timid, each reacquainting themselves with the other.

Her plump lips tasted like the sweetest wine as he sampled every inch, grazing his teeth over her top lip before tantalizing her tongue with his own. Olivia's nails ran along the nape of his neck drawing a satisfied groan from Fitz. His palm found the curve of her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek, both relishing the contact.

Olivia pushed closer to Fitz, a familiar prominence pressing against her belly. She pulled back long enough to grin at the man she never thought she'd kiss again before knotting her fingers in his hair anew and rejoining their mouths.

Fitz gripped her jaw, feeling himself grow harder with every mew of pleasure that escaped her and every movement of her body against his. He wanted her, not because he had just kicked Mellie out of his house but because it had been so long since he'd held her, kissed her, so long since he'd felt alive.

Olivia did her best to seduce him, her tongue playing against his, hands tugging at his curls, her thigh sliding up the inside of his. He had to know she wanted him, needed him, and she didn't want to wait. She knew they needed to talk, all of the things there were to hash out but this wouldn't be the night. She needed the touch she'd missed, the way his mouth and hands took her to heights she'd never reached with anyone else.

He heard her whimpers grow more impatient, knowing he now had the upper hand. Her tongue grew rougher, her teeth nipping his lip. She reached to stroke his length through his pants and he knew he needed to get her inside or they'd end up giving all of DC a show.

Olivia gasped when his hand found her ass, lifting her into his arms, his fingers fondling her through the thin fabric of her slacks. She wrapped her left leg around his hip. Fitz growled when she slid herself along his length, blindly maneuvering them through the door and in the direction of the bed.

"I missed you," she gasped as his fingers continued to arouse her.

They reached the bed and he lay her less than gingerly against the duvet. She kicked off her shoes, groping for the buckle of his belt. Fitz released the button on her pants, pulling them along with her panties down her soft legs. He took a moment to look at her, really look at her, lips somewhat swollen, hair askew, breath quickened. She was everything he'd ever dreamed and he kicked himself for not throwing Mellie out sooner.