Olivia wakes up from a deep sleep. She can hear the tinkling fingers against keys from outside the door. The emptiness of the other side of the bed makes her get up and put on her bathrobe. On the stool in front of the piano sits her man. Fitz is sat in only his black Calvin Klein boxers, his feet on the pedals and fingers on the black and white keys. The music he plays is incredible; Olivia never knew her man could play the piano. She really didn't even know why Fitz had chosen to put a piano in their living room in their new home in Vermont, she had guessed he had remembered the grand piano in her DC apartment, which was in fact her mother's. When Olivia was a newborn her mother used to sing her lullabies on the piano, it was the only way to get her to fall asleep. This time it was the only thing that could wake her up.
Fitz did not hear as Olivia approached him at the piano. She put a soft hand and guided it across his shoulders gently caressing the nape of his neck and then tousling his curly hair. "Hello beautiful," he says, "I hope I didn't wake you". He didn't mean it; he knew she would eventually wake up if he just kept playing, and she did. "Baby, you're incredible. Why did you never tell me you could play the piano? All those times in my apartment and you never touched my piano." He looked at her and then grabbed her by the hips and placed her in between his legs. "I was too busy using my fingers for something else" he says making Olivia blush as he sends her off his standard smirk as she lets out a little giggle before capturing Fitz's lips in her own.
They share a slow but passionate kiss as Olivia straddles Fitz's thighs on the piano stool before pulling away. "Truly though. Your music is something else. Had you not been President you should've been a musician," Olivia compliments and before she can say another word Fitz stands up and lifts her up on the piano. Olivia's feet graze the keyboard letting out a few notes as Fitz unties her robe letting it fall onto the piano. He traces kisses down her neck, slowly nipping at every inch of her skin not letting any of it be left untouched. A silent gasp slips out of Olivia's mouth as his mouth grazes her breasts. "Fitz…" she says in a giggle when he slowly traces his fingers down her sides tickling her smooth skin. "I think it's time to let these hands produce another type of music." Fitz lets out in between kissing his way down Olivia's body, his baritone voice sending shivers down her spine.