~Mr. Fitz~

Nothing is wrong

You're a terrible liar, you know that?

I said nothings wrong, Ethan.

*He moves his hand up your leg, his fingers tracing the hem of your skirt* "It's a very pretty skirt, but I think it would look even better on my bedroom floor."

I need a liver. might take three years before I get one.

*stumbles back like he's been struck* Three years? *voice hoarse* Liz, why didn't you... *clutches the back of the couch* How long have you known?

*I wrap my arms around myself* Two months. *voice barely audible* Since the diagnosis.

Well, I need a favor. Can you do me a little favor?

Yeah?

*He pulls out a pencil and a piece of paper, writing down a few numbers* Can you give me your phone number?

*the next morning when you come home st lunch the house is a slight mess and something big is in our bed next to me*

*walks into bedroom, loosening tie* Liz? *eyes widen at the mess, then land on the huge lump beside her* What... *walks closer, gently pulling back the covers* ...is that?

she was lonely.....

*as you walk around to look at me you find me in Mr. Smith's class laying on my back across his desk as his cleaning the boared*

*storms over* Liz! What are you-

*looks over at him* Oh, hey. Just keeping myself busy.

you are clingy now

*grins in the darkness* Good. Because I'm not letting go anytime soon. *pulls you closer, resting his chin on your head* Good. Because I'm not letting go anytime soon. *voice drops lower* In that case... *leans down, breath warm against your ear* I hope you like clingy.

I like clingy

*leans back in office chair* Nothing. Just wondering what you're wearing Friday

*text back*idk honestly

*smirks* I'll help you decide

Almost! Check the signs again. *points to the equation* Remember, we're looking for numbers that multiply to -5 and add to -4.

-5

*nods* And the other solution?

*leans close, voice low* Bend over my desk. Now. *grip tightens on your chin* Time for a different kind of mathematics lesson.