For those of you that follow me on Twitter, you know how hyper I get after tweeting with Tom Verica. Well, tweeting with him last night caused me to revamp my original idea for this. I posted it a few days ago, but wanted to tweak it just a bit. It is inspired by the video "Bad Habits", yes the same one with KW, but with a twist. I hope you all enjoy.
This is the highest cost, take you and make you off
Love you and leave you lost, will you forgive me?
Asked out all over town, drags you and keeps you down
Two times in a day around, will you forgive me?
Bad Habits - Maxwell
Governor Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III woke up to another morning to a life that wasn't his own. He had goals and dreams of his own. He wanted to do things to make the world a better place, but he wanted no part of his father's dream for him to run the nation.
From the moment he was born, Fitz was placed on the road to the white house. Governor was the second to last stop. He wanted to graduate college, maybe even teach law, find a girl, fall in love, and get married. He had done two of the three. He found the love of his life, but unfortunately, he was in love with a woman that was not his wife. It didn't matter, she would be soon enough.
He wanted to marry her years ago, but, even his marriage had been predetermined from birth. Big Gerry wanted Fitz to be with a wife whose presence spoke that she was the power behind the man. Even though the woman he loved was just that and more, her hue spoke louder than anything to his father. So instead, he took the cowards route and married Millicent Hollingsworth. She wasn't a bad person, he just didn't love her and he knew she didn't love him. Fitz was through being a coward. He looked at the calendar and smiled. Tomorrow he would be a free man.
With a smile, Fitz climbed out of bed and made his way into the bathroom. He turned on the powerful showerhead and stepped inside as his thoughts drifted to her. Just a touch of her creamy mocha skin, and silky black hair was all it took to bring him to his knees. The love and adoration that reflected in her big, brown, doe shaped eyes made him want to give her the world. She was his utopia.
Fitz washed quickly and rinsed off, as even thoughts of her did things to his body. He turned the water on cold, and willed the thoughts from his mind.
Fitz stepped out of the shower and proceeded to get dressed. A three piece pin stripped black suit with a white button up would be the outfit for the day. She bought it for him for his birthday, and he often wore it on days he missed her the most. He wondered if he'd still have the need to wear it as often after tomorrow.
Three months, three months had gone by with not a single word from her. He longed to have her in his arms, watching her face distort in pleasure as her tiny frame writhed under him. Three months without the feel of her soft, plump lips against his. Three months without the true love of his life.
She was gorgeous and young , but unfortunately, she was no longer single. Any man would be lucky to have her, and she chose him. At least until he allowed Big Gerry to mess everything up. She chose to put her life on hold and wait for him, but he should have known it wouldn't be forever. She was now a married woman, and he a married man. The problem was, they weren't married to each other. Tomorrow he would be free, but he knew he still had an uphill battle as she would still belong to someone else.
Fitz looked himself over in the mirror and made his way out of the bedroom. Another day in the life of a governor. Another day of living the life he never wanted. Fitz made his way into the living room, hoping that she'd be gone for the day. Of course like always, Mellie was still there.
"Fitz, this envelope was delivered for you while you were in the shower." She said as she continued zooming around their New York flat to prepare for her day.
"Thanks Mel." Fitz said politely. They may not have been in love, but were at the very least, civil to one another.
Fitz walked away, making sure his back was towards Mellie as he opened the envelope. He emptied the contents into his hand, revealing a key. Not just any key, a key to "their" room. It was their meeting place, the only place in the city that didn't use electronic key cards. When she walked out the door three months ago, saying she was getting married, Fitz assumed she was gone forever. Apparently she did miss him just as much as he missed her.
"Fitz, what time will you be home? We are supposed to be going out to dinner tonight. You know, our last outing as husband and wife."
"Umm, 6." Fitz replied as he quickly shoved the key inside of his jacket pocket.
Mellie walked over to Fitz and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and walked out the door. She knew what was inside of the envelope, and although she had never seen her, knew who it was from. Fitz didn't know she knew, but she knew. She didn't care really as she had someone else on the side as well. Her marriage to Fitz was for political gain, nothing more. Seeing as how Fitz decided to change career paths once his term as governor was up, there really was no need for them to pretend any longer.
Fitz took a deep breath as Mellie left, the door to their flat closing behind her. He took the key out of his suit jacket pocket and held onto it for dear life. He looked at it for a moment, before placing it back into his pocket. He grabbed his briefcase and left for work.
XxXxX
Fitz walked up to the motel and paused outside of their room. He had called his office and told his secretary Lauren to clear his schedule for the day. Who knew when he'd have another chance to feel alive. She made him feel alive. She was his hallelujah heroine and reason to breathe, and he needed a fix now, more than ever. He knew what he had to do.
Fitz inserted the key into the lock and took a heavy breath as he opened the door. He looked into the room and smiled at the flickering of the candlelight. The curtains were drawn, and the lights were off, the candles alone illuminating the room.
He stepped in and smiled as he took in how the candlelight added a sensual glow to her body. She was laying on the bed wearing nothing but a black laced negligée, a black silk robe, and her 5" stilettos. She could wear a potato sack and she'd still be the most gorgeous woman on the planet. Her makeup was mostly natural except for her smoky eyes, and pink tinted lips.
God she was perfect.
He gasped as she moved sensually off of the bed. She sauntered over to him never saying a word. He held his breath as he prepared for her to touch him, after all it had been three months. His face twisted up in confusion as she walked past him and sat at the vanity behind him.
He could see in her eyes that she was hurt. Hurt that he took the easy way out and chose his father's path over his own. He chose power over love. She wouldn't let it show though. They had so little time, she didn't want to waste it with a fight. Instead, she remained silent until she felt calm enough to speak. Fitz opened his mouth to tell her the wait was over, that he had chosen her. He wanted to say how he realized he made the biggest mistake of his life choosing power over love, but he froze. Part of him was afraid to tell her of the divorce as he wasn't sure if she still felt the same way about him, that he did about her. Was this just sex to her now? Or were there feelings involved.
She searched his body in the mirror's reflection and licked her lips hungrily. Her eyes locked on the platinum symbol of him belonging to another woman, and for the first time, she was beginning to doubt sending for him. He belonged to someone else now. His heart may be hers, but on paper, he belonged to another woman. She couldn't help but wonder if he would ever divorce his wife. Her annulment was set to be granted tomorrow morning, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to say the words. Did he love his wife? Were they happy? Was this just sex? Or did he feel the same way about her as she felt about him?
She wanted to tell him to go, that it was a mistake. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't. She needed this moment with him. They needed this moment together.
Fitz turned and froze as he watched her staring at him in the mirror. He felt a tightening in his pants as he watched her let her hair down and brush it slowly. Never in his life had Fitz seen anyone make a task as simple as brushing their hair, seem so sexy.
Fitz watched silently as she stood and walked to him. Her hands running up and down the seam of his suit was driving him insane. His hands found their way to her hips, as his thumbs created gentle circles on her waist. Abruptly she turned in his arms so her back was flush against his chest, and reached for his left hand. She slowly removed his wedding ring, still no words spoken between them. She removed her own immediately after, and set them down on the vanity. With a smile, she turned in his arms. Now he was hers and she was his.
"Livvie..." Fitz breathed out as her body pressed flush against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and took a moment to just breathe in her scent. She smelled of Jasmine and lavender, and a hint of coconut. In his mind, it was smell that only she could pull off.
Her finger grazed Fitz's lips, preventing him from speaking any further. This was their time. Whenever they spoke, they fought. Right now, they would express their feelings physically.
Fitz sensed how she was feeling and have her a small nod. He did after all know her better than anyone else. Her nimble fingers began to undo his suit jacket, then his vest, making their way to his shirt. She removed them all in one swift motion before unbuttoning his pants. She watched as the suit pooled onto the floor, before grabbing his hand and leading him over to the bed.
Liv's mouth came crashing down on Fitz's and he moaned as her tongue roughly sought out his own. He returned the kiss with equal fervor as her hips began grinding into his.
Fitz went to run his fingers through Liv's hair, and was shocked when he found his hands had been restrained. It was amazing that after all of this time, Liv still had the power to make Fitz lose himself in the moment with just a kiss. He hadn't even felt her restrain him.
"Livvie, I need to touch you. Please, let me touch you." Fitz whimpered as he struggled to free himself of the handcuffs.
Liv climbed off of Fitz's lap, and stood at the foot of the bed. She didn't want him to miss a thing. Her eyes took in his body, and she involuntarily licked her lips as she saw the proof of how much he needed her.
Liv removed the robe, and watched as Fitz licked his lips hungrily. Fitz felt his mouth go dry as she stood hovering over him wearing just a black laced negligée and her heels.
"See something you like?" Liv asked as her hands began roaming her body. She stopped at her breasts and threw her head back and moaned as she pinched her nipples between her fingers. Fitz nodded violently as he began tugging on his restraints even harder.
"Please Livvie, I need to touch you."
"In time." She responded as lowered herself onto all fours, and began crawling her way up the bed.
Liv stopped at Fitz's thighs, and ran her tongue up the inside of his thigh, and down the other. A smile crept up on her face as she heard Fitz take in a sharp breath, anticipating what she would do next. Liv placed her hands on each of his thighs and raked them across the tender skin. The fact that she had this man, the governor of California completely vulnerable in this moment had the fabric between her thighs, soaked with her essence. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer. Liv needed him just as bad, if not more than he needed her.
"Let's see, do you want my mouth here?" She kissed his lips gently and pulled away, causing Fitz to groan. "Here?" She bit down on the side of his neck, and licked it to remove the sting. She smiled as she knew he was afraid to answer either way. He wanted her however he could get her. This powerful man, was at her mercy.
"Do you want my mouth here?" She continued as ran her tongue across his nipples and trailed kisses down his chest and torso. "Here?" She asked as she playfully nipped as his hips. "Or here?" Liv asked as she took Fitz's almost painful erection and began stroking it slowly. She looked and saw Fitz's eyes close tightly as she stroked his length.
"Eyes open, Governor... Grant. I want to see what I do to you." Fitz fought for a moment, but managed to open his eyes. When their eyes locked, Liv felt the moisture pooling between her thighs once again.
With eyes locked, Liv lowered her head and offered one long lick from base to tip, trailing the throbbing veins along the way. She knew she would pay for this slow torture, she was actually banking on it. Liv's tongue swirled around the tip of his engorged member before sucking gently on the tip, earning her a pleasurable moan from Fitz. He could tell the moment she said Governor Grant, that she was almost ready to let him take control. He would make her pay for this torture she was inflicting on his body.
"Livvie, please! I will do whatever you say... Please just let me... Mmm" Fitz lost all train of thought as Liv took him as far as she could into her mouth. What her mouth couldn't capture, she made up for it with her hand. She began stroking the bottom of his shaft, while her head bobbed up and down, creating a vacuum over the top. Liv knew he wouldn't last long this first round as she had made him wait an excruciating amount of time. The thought of tasting his essence as it shot down the back of her throat, turned her on even more.
Fitz threw his head back and although he wanted nothing more than to tangle his fingers into her hair, he was just thankful she was touching him. Liv couldn't help but clench her thighs tightly as Fitz's grunts and pants grew louder. He could feel the familiar tightening, and based on the way she was massaging his sac, he knew she could feel it too.
"Livvie..." Fitz whined as he felt himself coming close. Liv smiled and paused for a moment, causing Fitz to breathe a sigh of relief. The sigh quickly turned into a gasp as Liv straddled Fitz's torso with her back towards him, and took him in her mouth once again. Fitz stared in awe at her glorious ass displayed just beyond his grasp. He was definitely going to make her pay for this.
Liv began sucking him harder and faster, not even stopping when she felt his hot seed coating the back of her throat. She continued her movements, licking and sucking him clean until his breathing regulated. With an audible pop she released him, and turned, straddling his waist, this time facing him.
Fitz was about to ask to be released once again, when he saw Liv pull at the top of negligée, revealing the hidden key. She knew the moment she freed him from his restraints it was game over, so Liv took her time, running her nails up and down his chest, relishing in her final moments of control.
Fitz felt his frustration rising as Liv continued to torture him. She was definitely going to pay. "You know, Livvie, torturing the Governor of California in such a manner is punishable by a thousand slow, pleasurable, orgasmic deaths. There will be no pardon once I'm free."
Liv lowered her mouth just barely over Fitz's and smiled. "Governor Grant, I'm counting on it." she moaned before running her tongue across his lips.
Liv laid on her back as he kneeled between her thighs, both taking the other in. Fitz lowered his head and captured her mouth fully with his. Her hands roamed through his hair, and his tongue sought entry into her mouth. He licked her lips softly as he ground his hips into hers. She gasped, giving him the opportunity to seek out her tongue.
The kiss was slow, deliberate. Each stroke of their tongues speaking to how much they truly missed one another. He began the descent down her body, pulling her taught nipple into his mouth through the lace of her garment. She moaned as he bit down gently on the nipple, before doing the same with the other.
He continued the path, soaking the laced fabric that graced his path through open mouthed kisses. He skipped over her core and began placing kisses up her thigh. He bit down gently, hoping to have left a mark. She was his. He repeated the same pattern with her other leg, but bit and sucked on this thigh harder. He knew he left a mark.
He finally reached his destination, and moaned as he inhaled her feminine scent. He looked up at her and grinned as he watched her face contort as he ran his finger along her lower lips, relishing in how wet she was for him already. He ripped the negligée off of her body, and before she could yell at him, Fitz lowered his head and delivered one long lick from her center to her clit.
She threw her head back onto the pillows causing her hair to fan out around her. Fitz took his time tasting and exploring her body. He drew lazy patterns on her nub as he gently slid his middle finger into her core.
"Fitz..." She gasped, unable to maintain the silent treatment any longer. He owned her and he knew it. The way he made her feel, let her know she would always be his. It was in fact a punishment in itself, or so she thought.
Fitz drew her sensitive nub into his mouth as he inserted a second finger into her core. He began pumping in and out of her at at rapid pace, causing her to violently thrash about on the bed.
She tried to get away, the pleasure was too much. Fitz withdrew his fingers and hooked his arms around her legs, locking her into place. He dove in once again, his mouth moving feverishly against her clit.
This is what he wanted, forever. A lifetime of making love to her, showering her with his love and attention, maybe even raising children together. But they had chosen their paths. They reduced the greatest love of all to stolen moments and motel rendezvous. Hopefully it wouldn't be for much longer.
Liv's head became cloudy as she felt herself coming close to the edge. This is what she wanted. A lifetime of making love in the morning, and kissing each other passionately as they returned home from work. Maybe a few kids and a dog. But she married out of spite. She wanted him to hurt just as much as he had hurt her. Would her annulment even make a difference?
"Livvie I love you." Fitz said breathlessly as he came up for air. A lone tear escaped her eye as her body stiffened, and her orgasm took over.
"Fitz, I need you." Liv said, her voice shaking with need.
Fitz climbed up her body and flipped her over. He positioned two pillows under her, and intertwined his fingers with hers as he entered her slowly.
What kind of a coward was I to marry her and not stand up for us? Will the divorce even matter?
As their bodies glided effortlessly, pressed tightly together, Fitz felt his own emotions rising to the surface. He forced his thoughts aside as this moment was about them loving, not pining. He whispered in her ear how his love for her would never fade. She was and would always be the most important person in his life.
Their thrusts became rougher as each needed more friction in the moment. They needed to unleash all of their emotions into this release, for once they walked out the door, they would once again belong to someone else, or so the other thought. Fitz began thrusting harder, hitting Liv's spot each time. She cried out his name, as her body exploded from the pleasure he was giving her. In this moment, he was her utopia. He was always her utopia. Fitz came not too long after, collapsing, the weight of his body resting heavily on hers.
After a few moments, Fitz rolled over to his side of the bed. Yes, even in a motel, they had his and hers sides of the bed. This was their moment of normalcy, and to them it only seemed right. He pulled Liv into him and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, you know that right?" Fitz asked as he began gliding his fingers up and down her spine.
"I know. I love you too." Liv replied as she began peppering soft kisses across his chest.
They made love over and over again throughout the afternoon, until it was time to say goodbye. They silently got dressed and left the room together, both deliberately leaving their ring behind on the vanity.
Fitz and Mellie sat at their usual table at a small Italian restaurant. He ordered the shrimp Alfredo like always. Not because he liked it, but because it was Liv's favorite. Mellie opted for the lobster and shrimp ravioli, as always.
"So Fitz how was your day?" Mellie asked as she took a bite of her meal. She searched his eyes and could tell he was lost in a memory. A memory of her, she was sure.
"Fitz..." Mellie repeated as she tried to get Fitz's attention.
"Sorry Mel, what was that?" Fitz asked as he cleared his throat and looked up from his food.
"I asked how your day was." Mellie repeated politely.
"It was fine Mel, yours?"
Mellie went on and on about some new client her firm was taking on, while Fitz was silently thanking God this was the last meal they'd share as husband and wife. No matter how many times she called him, he just couldn't seem to pay attention. He looked up in attempts to gaze out the window, and locked eyes with her. She looked gorgeous in her Black Michael Korrs Dress with her red Louboutin heels.
She was with her husband and it seemed he was trying to grab her attention just as much as Mellie had been trying to get his. They locked eyes for a moment, speaking in that way no one could quite understand. As their respective spouses called their names, they broke their gaze and averted their attention back to their betrothed. Neither knew this was the last time they'd ever have to witness this.
Fitz could have kicked himself for not telling her of his divorce. She was it for him and he missed the opportunity to say it directly to her. Neither knew when they'd see the other next, but Fitz knew when she was ready, she'd send for him. Liv knew that when she was ready, he would come running with the key to their room in hand. In that moment, that was all that mattered.
As Fitz reached for his glass of scotch he looked over at Liv and made a silent vow. Tomorrow he would put his plan into action to make that woman his again. He was tired of them being separated, he was tired of not being able to hold her in his arms as they drifted off to sleep every night. He was tired of missed birthdays and Christmas being celebrated on December 26.
She was not a stolen moment, she was his life. It was damned time he show her. Husband be damned.
Liv grabbed her glass of wine and glanced over at Fitz and made a silent vow. Tomorrow she would put her plan into action to make that man hers again. She was tired of them being separated, she was tired of not being able to hold him in her arms as they drifted off to sleep every night. She was tired of missed birthdays and Christmas being celebrated on December 26.
He was not a stolen moment, he was her life. It was damned time she show him. Wife be damned.