Back Talk

"Do you know how amazing it is to wake up and go through my day without feeling nauseas anymore?" Olivia said excitedly over the phone to her husband.

"Uhhh, no?" Fitz admitted. His wife was currently four and a half months pregnant and he had noticed some changes about her. Changes that he really liked. For one, she wasn't experiencing any more morning sickness. He knew she had hated having to deal with that part of pregnancy. He was thrilled when it ended so she would stop blaming him for it. She had said that the baby probably got it from him because she could see him doing that to his precious mother. The urge to roll his eyes at her for something he had no control over as a fetus was difficult. He had perfected his timing of the phrase 'yes, dear'.

Olivia also had her appetite back. She still had cravings at random times, but they were few and far between. He enjoyed taking her to dinner after they had both had a long day of work. It saved either one of them from cooking and dishes on the nights they went out. This little woman could eat now! It was fascinating to watch her order a huge meal and then proceed to eat all of it. Of course it was always followed by heart burn. And she would try to hide those little embarrassing things from him, but Fitz could almost always tell when it hit her. He bought some over the counter heart burn medicine a while back and left it in their bathroom claiming to need it himself, but never touched it. He had noticed that the plastic bottle had slowly started emptying a few weeks ago and smiled to himself.

Another change he had noticed was that Olivia had a small belly now. Just a cute little baby bump that he greeted and spoke to every time he saw her. It always made her smile and he knew that was part of his job now that she was showing. She wasn't insecure about it, but he knew she had never had anything but a flat tummy and this little bump was taking her some getting used to. It was very cute on her and Fitz couldn't wait to see her with an even bigger belly. Seeing her bring even more clothes into the house took him some getting used to. His wife had more clothes than the petite section of any department store. He'd bet money on it. Now she was adding maternity clothes to her collection. Still. Seeing that cute little protrusion sticking out from her clothes was a happy reminder of what they had made together.

Fitz remembered the first night his wife wasn't able to sleep in her happy place anymore. Olivia got into bed beside him and attempted to sprawl across her husband's chest. She immediately rolled to one side and Fitz brought his arms up to catch her from falling off of him while laughing the entire time. Fitz thought she would get the hint that it wasn't possible anymore, but she tried again. This time she tried to drape her chest on his while the rest of her body lay beside him. It was no use. The cute growing baby bump wasn't having it. Fitz never wanted to high five a baby so badly in his life. He might actually get some sleep the rest of this pregnancy? She had whined until she eventually fell asleep beside him. Fitz slept like the dead that night!

The change that Fitz loved the most was that Olivia's breasts had grown. Her hips too. She had more curves on her little body and it was a serious turn on for him. Fitz had always touched her when they were alone at home. But now he couldn't keep his hands off of her. He would stare at her while she got dressed in the mornings or when she changed at the end of a long day. Apparently pregnancy made women's bodies warmer? Most nights Liv would take off her clothes and bra and just walk around the house in a cami and her panties and complain that it was too warm in the house. His wife was hotter than she had ever been before. It was a problem for Fitz.

As much as that turned him on, Olivia was going through a phase that Fitz mostly hoped never went away. She was initiating sex all the time. She wanted it constantly. Before they got up to get ready for work. When she got home most nights she wanted him then too. And if he voiced that he wasn't really in the mood she would give him that cute little pout. The one that he couldn't say no to, no matter what the request was. He was hot and tired and getting his brains screwed out on more than a regular basis. Pregnancy was awesome!

"Well it's glorious! I feel like a new person." She gushed. "What would you like for dinner tonight?"

Fitz looked at his watch and his face scrunched up. "Babe, it's only two in the afternoon. Didn't you have lunch today?"

She could hear the worry in his voice and thought it was sexy. "Yes, panic button. I did. I had a huge chef salad."

A salad? No wonder she was thinking about dinner. That's rabbit food!

"And a molten brownie. With vanilla ice cream. It was heavenly." She sighed.

Fitz brought his hands palms up in front of him. Again he wondered why she was thinking about dinner? "I was thinking that tonight we could go for a walk around the neighborhood after dinner. What do you think about that?" He hoped she wouldn't read too much into his suggestion. Olivia was starting to complain that her legs hurt sometimes. So the walking would help out with her circulation problems. And it would help them both to walk off some of those calories. And his penis really just needed one night off.

"That's a great idea. I'll bet it will help with my aching legs?"

Fitz flicked his fingertips across his shoulder a few times, appreciating himself for the suggestion.

"On one condition."

Shit. Fitz silently prayed she wouldn't say sex. For the love of God let this woman be too exhausted to touch me tonight! "Sure, babe. What's that?" He happily chirped in her ear.

"I get to have you for dessert afterwards." She purred.

For fucks sake!

"Mmmmm. I like the sound of that." He said back.

Liar! His brain screamed.

"I've gotta go. I'll see you at home, okay? I love you." She sang.

"See you at home. I love you more." He said with a smile. Fitz put his phone on the counter and rubbed his forehead. His phone chimed an incoming call. He whimpered childishly but picked it up without looking at who it was and said, "Hello?"

"Fitzy! How the hell are ya man?"

"Charlie! Thank God! Someone normal!" Fitz said giddily.

"Ummm...yea. Are you sniffing glue or something over there at the bakery today? You don't have normal friends." Charlie repliedFitz was never this excited to hear from him.

Fitz chuckled into the phone. "Nothing like that. I just haven't heard from you in a while. How have you been? How's Quinn?"

"We're great. Still not pregnant. But hey, it's not for a lack of trying."

"Can we not talk about pregnancy right now?" Fitz asked.

"Uh oh. Trouble in paradise already?"

"No. Nothing like that. Olivia is great. The baby is growing perfectly. We're actually going to find out what the gender is next week. We're both excited." Fitz paused and wondered if all the baby talk was discouraging to Charlie? "Hey. Why don't you and Quinn come over for dinner on Saturday? I'll need to ask Liv first, especially after that Rob surprise almost two years ago. I can call you this week to let you know what time?"

"Yea. That sounds fun. You know I'll need to talk to my old lady first too. It's funny how we are grown ass men but aren't allowed to make plans." Charlie said in a voice filled with sarcasm.

"Yea. It's hilarious." Fitz deadpanned.

"Call me later in the week. It'll give us time to convince both of our wives that we need man time."

"Jesus. Don't say it to her like that, Charlie. She will shoot you with her new crossbow!" Fitz warned.

"Gotta go. You're boring me now. Bye Fitzy."

"Bye, Charlie."

Later that afternoon when Fitz got home Olivia was in her typical eveningwear. Or lack thereof. She was dancing in the kitchen to some song he had never heard of before. He threw his keys in the bowl meant for their keys and turned to watch her. She had her back to him and he stood mesmerized by her swaying hips. Her perfectly curved pregnant hips. All of the thought out protests from earlier that day vanished from his mind at the sight of her. His girl was smokin' hot. And he wanted her. NOW!

Olivia spun in a circle and caught his gaze. Startled, she gasped loudly. "Fuck me, Fitz. You scared..."

"I intend to." He interrupted, with dark eyes. He strode to her in two steps and gently put his hand around her waist and spun her around so her back was to his chest. He could feel her little belly poking out from the bottom of her cami and his right pinky rubbed circles on the exposed skin.

"You do?" She said seductively as she melted into his chest. Olivia reached up and behind his head to play in the curls there.

He leaned down and started kissing her neck and replied, "MmmmHmmm." His left hand brushed his wife's hair aside, giving his mouth better access to the soft cocoa skin there, then slithered down her body and stopped at the top of her panties. He felt her try to suck in her stomach to make it easier for his fingers and he smiled into her neck between kisses. She wiggled and writhed and began breathing heavy in eager anticipation for his long fingers to do their magic.

After a minute of waiting Olivia spoke up. "Fitz?"

His right hand moved up and started pulling the tiny strap off of her shoulders. He just needed a peek, he told himself. He lied to himself all the time though. "Yea?"

"Make your damn move!"

"Is my wife giving me pointers on how to screw my wife?" He said chuckling softly. He pulled her arm, and right breast free from the cami top and began expertly rolling her nipple between his fingertips. His left hand dipped into her panties and started caressing her center. Olivia moaned and grinded her ass into him. "I've been making you scream just fine all by myself for two years now. I think I got this, Liv." He whispered into her ear as she writhed even more.

It didn't take long for Olivia to scream once again under his expert hands. For the millionth time she wondered how this man had been single when she met him? How did she get to be the lucky one to snatch him up and keep him all to herself? At that moment she didn't care, because Fitz was all hers. He is her everything and right now she was feeling so good, she would pretty much agree to anything he said.

"Do you remember the very first time you invited me over here? For sex?" Fitz asked into his wife's ear, as he held onto her through her heavy breathing. When she nodded her head wildly he grinned at the back of her head and said, "Of course you do, you naughty little nympho. Do you remember the first thing you said to me when I got here? The very first thing?"

Olivia licked her parched lips and thought about his question. How the hell was she supposed to remember that? It had been a long time ago. Drawing a complete blank, she panted out the one word that came to mind. "Hi?"

"No, ma'am." He said in a voice above a whisper. "You said, and I quote, 'Do you want to sit on the couch and talk?' Do you remember that?" She nodded again. "And do you remember what my reply was, Mrs. Grant? If your clouded brain can remember that it will tell you what my move is."

Olivia didn't have to think about this one. Her breath caught and she picked up her head and looked into the living room.

"Oh. So you do remember? What was it I said?" He walked them towards the kitchen table and stopped. Fitz could feel her body vibrating with need under his hands and it made it harder for him to control his own need. But this was a fun walk down memory lane and he intended to follow it through.

She could feel it everything he had done to her that day if she thought hard enough. She squeezed her thighs together in anticipation with her eyes boring a hole into their couch. She didn't think she could talk right now as the memory came rushing back into her mind. It had been magical. Just like it was every time they were together. It was the first time she called Fitz 'babe'. He was like a man on a mission that day.

Fitz stepped out from behind her and stood directly in front of her. Her eyes were glazed over and he could practically see the movie of that afternoon playing through her eyes. She probably didn't even see him there. He tugged the bottom of her top up and over her head. "You're not very good at this. Maybe a consequence will help you tell me?"

At the word consequence Olivia's head snapped to his face. But it was too late. Her husband sat down in the chair behind him, put his hands on her ass, pulled her body closer, and sucked on her nipple hard. Her hands went into his hair and she grabbed two handfuls of it and moaned loudly. When he started gently nibbling on the hardened pebble her legs became like jello. Fitz pulled her onto his lap, straddling him.

He released it and looked up at her. "What was it that I said? Do you remember now?"

Olivia nodded and without any further prompts stuttered out, "Y..You said thaaaaat we'd get to the couch later. That you wanted to bend me over it."

"Exactly. So. Unless you have any more helpful pointers, that's my move. We'll have to make a small adjustment, but I am going to make you scream so loud that Charles might end up calling the police." He wondered what she thought of that plan?

Good God this man was sexy. Olivia was turned on beyond belief. If their neighbor did end up calling the police they would have to either break the door down or wait until Fitz was done with her. She wanted him right now. She looked into his wild blue eyes and said, "Are you gonna talk about it all night? Or get to it?"

Fitz growled in his throat, stood up abruptly, and carried her to the couch. He deposited Olivia on her feet facing the back of the couch. She put her hands on the head rest and gripped it tightly as he jerked her panties down. Instead of leaning over the back of the sofa, Olivia was braced against it with her ass sticking out in anticipation. She was already trembling from the sheer excitement of what was coming. She immediately decided to tease in these moments a little more often in the future. She knew the reward was worth it.

Back talking Olivia was sexy as hell. A tad frustrating, but hey, that also added to his arousal somehow. Fitz watched her standing there with his eyes fixated on her perfect ass. He was going to tear her up. He took his clothes off quickly, his eyes never leaving the prize. Even when she checked him out every so often when she looked over her shoulder. He never smiled or spoke. She wanted him to stop talking. That was fine by him. She was the one who got very loud during sex. He'd just make sure to remind her of that fact and make her scream for a while.

When he was completely naked, he silently grabbed her hips. He heard his wife whisper 'yes' as he did so. His thick fuzzy thigh wedged between her legs and widened her stance and then he raised his knee and dragged it across her core. She tried to grind on it, but he wouldn't let her control anything but her own voice. Fitz slid his hand down to her inner thigh and slowly slid it up between her silky legs. Again she tried to control where it went, but instead, he reached down to guide himself to her opening.

Without warning he suddenly rammed into her all the way to the hilt. She moaned his name and when he checked, Fitz noticed that her knuckles were white from gripping the head rest so tightly. He smirked at the back of her head and thrust in and out of her several times nonstop. His grip on her hips was sure to leave a bruise. She'd have to audibly ask him to ease up before he'd do it though. He was waiting to hear what Olivia's first words would be as he silently continued hammering into her.

He wasn't saying anything. All it took was being sassy to him? Olivia smiled and took what he was giving her. Her body felt like a live wire and she was loving it. She tried to be quiet like her husband was, but she couldn't help but start panting out his name repeatedly. Fitz stilled and she wondered what he was up to now? Did he want her to tell him what she wanted? By now, she knew that her husband was aware of exactly what she liked. Everything. He still hadn't moved a muscle and she was getting impatient. She really didn't want to say a word, but dammit she wanted more!

"Fiiiiitz?" she whined out.

Still he didn't move.

Olivia looked over her shoulder and was met with ice blue eyes and a smirk on his handsome face. He wasn't going to make this easy for her. "Babe? Can you please move?"

He pulled out of her very slowly and pushed back in at the same pace.

"Babe, not like that."

He made the lazy pace a little lazier but kept his eyes on his wife the entire time. She was getting pissed off and he was enjoying it way too much.

She squinted her eyes at him in a lethal gaze. "If you don't go back to being a jackhammer, I'm going to bed."

He stilled again but finally spoke. "Are you going to talk back me ever again?"

"Hell yes I'm going to back talk you!" Olivia shouted. "Our relationship started with back talk."

"That's my girl." With new purpose Fitz pummeled into her over and over. Both of them were groaning and grunting and still he kept the wild pace up. "You are so hot when you talk back to me. Why am I just realizing that?" He panted out.

"Ohmygod!" She dropped her head and continued breathing heavily. "I don't know...But don't stop!"

"Don't...plan...to" he huffed. "You feel so good." In the excitement of the moment, Fitz slapped her ass. Olivia yelped and he thought she might not like it. 'Too much?" He asked.

She stuck it out even further and moaned out, "Uh uh!"

Both of them were thinking the same thing at that moment. Pregnancy sex is amazing!

"I...I'm about to..." Olivia screamed loudly and Fitz genuinely worried that Charles would rush over here and ask who was being murdered. But he loved that sound coming from her and a moment later he followed behind her.

They were both panting loudly and were covered with sweat while their bodies hummed. Fitz crumpled to the floor and he brought his wife's little body down into his lap. "Let's just sleep on the floor tonight." She said between heavy breaths. "I don't think I can get up any time soon."

"I didn't even want sex tonight." Fitz admitted.

Olivia turned her head to face him. "What? But earlier..."

He put his finger on her lips to silence her. "Because you have been relentless with my body lately. I just needed a break, Liv."

"May I remind you that you initiated sex tonight?"

"I'm aware of that, smartass." Fitz wasn't even aware that he had started rubbing her belly again.

"Care to explain yourself then?" She put her hand on top of the one on her belly and started rocking them back and forth as they talked.

"When I walked in the door you were dancing. And half dressed. And...I had to have you. I can't explain it any better than that. You're sexy as hell, babe. I couldn't help myself."

"So you're saying that I control...Whoa!" Olivia stilled her movement as did Fitz's hand.

"What's the matter?" He asked in a panic filled voice?

"Shhhh! Hang on a second." She ordered.

Fitz looked around the room, wondering what the hell they were doing. And then he felt it. "What the hell was THAT?"

Olivia giggled. "That was our baby kicking."

"Really?" He asked softly in a voice filled with wonder.

"Yup. I've been feeling fluttery type feelings for a while, but that was definitely a kick."

Fitz picked her up and sat her sideways in his lap, put his arm around her back, keeping his other hand on her belly. "Do you think she'll do it again?" He asked seriously.

"Ummm. She?" Olivia joked. "You think it's a girl?"

"Liv. I have a way with small women. Of course it's a girl. Do you think she'll do it again?" He asked impatiently.

His wife laughed at him, but pecked his lips because it actually made sense. "I don't know. Let's sit here for another minute and see." Olivia loved seeing Fitz be excited about their baby. He was the cutest baby daddy ever.

Sure enough, another movement was felt not long afterwards. Fitz removed Olivia from his body and laid her down on the couch. He knelt beside the sofa and started talking to her belly. "Hello in there. I'd kick you back but I really don't think your mother would appreciate that." He laughed. "We are so excited to find out if you are a boy or a girl. You and I both know you're a girl though."

Olivia rubbed his hair and lovingly watched him talk to her bare belly.

"We'll just let mommy live in the land of delusion though."

Olivia gently pulled on his hair causing him to yelp.

"We love you so much..." Fitz picked up his head and looked expectantly at his wife. "Liv, we're got to pick some actual names soon."

"I kind of gave baby Grant a nickname." Olivia said sheepishly.

"What are you calling my daughter, Liv?" He all but demanded.

She gave him a look. "Our daughter, Fitz. Or son. And I'm calling our baby Snickerdoodle."

He gave her a look of his own. "Really, Liv? Snickerdoodle? Why can't we call her...or him, Duff?"

"I was waiting for that." She chuckled. Olivia pinched his cheek lightly and said, "Not gonna happen, husband. Besides, we still have four and a half months to go and I don't really want to picture an old bald guy when I'm talking to my belly. Four months is plenty of time to choose two actual names." She pulled him up for a kiss and then changed the subject as she held his cheeks in her hands. "I want you to talk to me when you have things to tell me. I don't want you to keep them to yourself to appease me. This marriage is fifty-fifty, Fitz. We don't keep things from each other. Ok?"

He touched his lips to his wife's and heard that contented sigh of hers. "I will. I promise. I love you so much."

"I love you too. Now pick me up and put me into bed. I'm tired!"

"Yes, dear." He said with a laugh.