Mission: Valentine

It was a busy morning at The Sweet Spot. Apparently, Fitz didn't get the memo that everyone in the city had decided to come to the bakery for breakfast that day. People waited patiently in the long line as their orders were quickly and cheerfully filled. They were each given a white paper bag with the bakery logo on it filled with their yummy selections and sent on their way with an enthusiastic 'have a good day'.

A man stepped up to the counter and was asked what he'd like to order. He smiled at the woman and said, "I'd like to speak to the owner please."

Charlotte eyed the guy and wondered what he wanted with her boss. This wasn't exactly an opportune time to have a chat with Fitz with all the people waiting for something to eat. "Is there something I can help you with?" She asked politely.

The man was not easily deterred though. The smile on his face remained. "Thank you, but I really just need a moment of Mr. Grant's time."

Charlotte knew this wasn't the time to persuade him to just tell her what he wanted or was after and turned to the back and yelled heartily. "FITZ? Someone up here needs to speak with you."

A few moments later, Fitz made his way to the counter. "Make it quick, Charlotte. In case you hadn't noticed, we're slammed."

Charlotte rolled her eyes at her boss. She turned her attention to the man standing on the other side of the glass case and gestured with her hand. "This gentleman would like a moment of your time. You two might want to make it quick. In case you hadn't noticed, we're slammed." Turning her attention back to the hungry mob, she loudly asked, "Next?"

Fitz came around the case and held out his hand to shake the one of his mystery guest. "How can I help you?"

"I'm sorry to come at such a bad time." He looked at the line of people inside the bakery. "But I've been instructed to deliver this to you, and only you." He handed the six foot tall man a large yellow envelope.

Fitz took it from his offered hand. "What is it?"

"I don't know. Like I said, I was instructed to give it specifically to you. Have a good day." Fitz watched the man turn around and leave the bakery.

Fitz tucked the envelope under his arm and went back behind the counter. The line wasn't getting shorter even though his staff was serving their guests at lightning speed. Charlotte's eye caught the envelope sticking out from under his arm. "What did he want?"

"No idea. And not my top priority at the moment. We need to get these amazing people, who have chosen to have breakfast here, served and on their way, so they aren't late for wherever they are headed."

Forty minutes later, the line was nonexistent, and Fitz congratulated everyone with a job well done. He took off his apron and was headed for his office, when Charlotte picked up the forgotten envelope and handed it to him. "Don't forget about this."

Once inside, Fitz closed the door and sat down heavily in his chair. It was nine thirty and he was already exhausted. The photo of Olivia on his desk caught his eye and he decided to call her. After four rings, it went to voice mail. She was probably busy at work. Or chatting with the girls. He left a message.

Hey, babe. I'm sorry I had to leave so early this morning. I'm glad that I did though because we were invaded. Every other person in the state of New York came to the bakery for breakfast. It's either the heart shaped doughnuts or my charm. I can't decide which. Anyway, I didn't want to wake you up at that crazy hour because I know how much you love your sleep. But I hate that I didn't get to tell you Happy Valentine's Day in person yet. I'll make it up to you tonight. Have a good day. I love you.

He ended the call and knew he'd have another rush coming in a few hours for lunch. He decided to put the mystery of the yellow envelope behind him and get on with his day. Upon further inspection, Fitz noticed the outside of the envelope had writing on it that he had somehow missed earlier, due to his preoccupation with the throngs of people. It said CONFIDENTIAL: FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.

Fitz curiously picked it up, pinched the two metal tabs together, and pulled it open. He quickly peeked inside and slid the contents onto his desk. There was a single white piece of cardstock and...a red lace thong? What the hell? He picked up the small paper and as he read it, a mischievous smile began to form on his handsome face.

The typed document was very official looking with a bold font and included his photo. It read:
MISSION: VALENTINE
I'm wearing lacy red
Laying on a strange bed
If you can guess where I might be
You can have your way with me.
Go to the place where you proposed.
You'll figure out how the rest of this goes.

No wonder the phone call he had made to his wife had gone to voice mail. Someone had time on their hands today to play. Fitz picked up the phone and made a few calls before stuffing the small scrap of red lace into the envelope and grabbing it along with his car keys. He knew where he needed to go but had no idea what he was supposed to do once he got there?

He spotted Charlotte across the kitchen talking to one of the bakers and caught her eye. He motioned her to where he stood and after she finished her conversation, she came to him. She noticed the keys in his hand along with the envelope and asked, "What's up?"

"Look, something has come up and I've gotta leave for the day." He explained.

"Fitz! This is a busy day for us. The lunch crowd will be here" she looked at her watch. "in an hour. You can't just leave now! There aren't enough of us to cover things as it is." Charlotte was not letting him escape without a hard time. It was her right as second in command at the bakery. In truth, she was surprised he had even come in at all on Valentine's Day, knowing he hadn't been married for very long.

Fitz grinned at her. "Listen. We both know you can handle it. I don't even know why I show up anymore." She opened her mouth to argue but he steam rolled over her. "Besides, I called three other employees and they promised to be here within thirty minutes. Plus, I'll pay you time and a half if you let me go without any more grief."

Time and a half was good money. Charlotte wasn't expecting that, but she wasn't going to argue with it either. Whatever was in that yellow envelope had turned him into a very generous man. "Time and a half it is then." She jerked her head towards the door. "Go!"

Fitz said, "Thank you. I owe you one" and ran for the door.

At the dry cleaners, Fitz looked around for a clue but found nothing. He didn't know what else to do, so he stepped up to the counter and asked if Olivia Grant had anything that needed to be picked up. The clerk disappeared into the back to look. While he waited, Fitz looked up into the mirror where he had first seen his wife for the first time. Memories ran through his mind from their playful beginning.

Fitz was given several hangers of clothing and paid for them. He took the clothes out to the car, and looked through them one by one, hoping to find something. There in the sleeve of a cream colored sweater, Fitz found a small white envelope. He neatly laid all the clothes across the back seat and got behind the wheel. He had to give it to his wife. She not only had his undivided attention, but she had gotten him to pick up her dry cleaning as well. Smart woman.

He ripped open the envelope and read the message inside.
That was an easy one
And you're almost done.
Your redheaded stalker knows a thing or two
She's got your very next clue.
Hurry and find me
I'm desperate for your body.

Fitz peeled away from the curb and made a bee line for the law office to get the next clue from Abby. Olivia had better be napping because he was going to keep her very busy for hours once he found her. While his mind went over explicit details of the things he wanted to do to his wife, Fitz pulled into a parking space and went inside the building. He went all the way up to the nineteenth floor and strode to his wife's best friend's office. He knocked on the open door and called her name.

"Hey, Fitz. How are you doing?"

"I'm great, Abs. My wife, however, is making this day a long and interesting one. She said you have something for me?" He asked.

"She said something about not coming in today. I don't know what the two of you are up to, but she never misses work. It's so unlike her."

Fitz didn't really want a history of his wife's work ethic now. He wanted the clue, so he could find out where she was and spend the rest of the day in bed with her. "I'm as surprised as you are that she took the day off. You, uhhh, have something for me?"

Abby grinned at him and handed him a small envelope from her purse. "What are you two freaks up to?"

"I wish I knew. I'm sure she will tell you all about it when she comes back to work on Monday. If she can walk after I'm done with her." The redhead chuckled, and Fitz kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Abby. Have a good day."

"It won't be as good as yours, I'm sure." She called out to his retreating back. She knew exactly where Olivia was. She helped her plan the entire thing and made Olivia swear to give her the details next week. It was her right as best friend. Abby hoped Fitz found her soon. He seemed tightly wound. Poor guy.

Back in the car, Fitz started it and opened the envelope.
Do you think you can handle a little bit more?
I'm lonely without you and rubbing my core.

Fitz groaned and took a moment to picture his wife doing just that and felt himself get hard. He hoped this was the last clue. He was gonna make her pay in the most delicious way when he got his hands on her!

Your desk drawer at work holds the last clue
Should've looked there first, you could've skipped a few
Hurry up and find me so you can take control
You know how I love it when I feel your hips roll

Fitz read it again. She was sending him back to the bakery? Back to where he started this insanity? He rubbed his forehead and wondered what Charlotte would have to say about him showing up back at
work to retrieve a piece of paper? Especially after he had practically run out the door to escape. He was going to get a lot more creative with his payback for Olivia having him run all over town. He sighed heavily and started to make his way back to square one.

Of course, there weren't any available parking spaces near the bakery. It was lunch time, and everyone was in search of food again. He walked the block to the front door and was met with a line of people on the sidewalk. Some of the faces he knew, some of them he didn't. Someone told him to get his ass inside and help his staff.

Charlotte was behind the counter and he hid himself in the mass of people, waiting until she turned her head away from him to dash behind the counter to his office in the back. Fitz had gotten up to the counter when he head, "Oh, look who came back."

He froze. She had her back to him. There was no way in hell she could see him right now.

"Didn't expect to see you back today. That thing didn't come up quite like you planned?" She chuckled. His face must have registered surprise, because Charlotte commented on it. "I can spot your face a mile away boss. Besides, you are a terrible creeper. I bet you sucked at hide and seek as a kid?"

"When I open another bakery, you're going to be the first to be transferred. That way I won't have to deal with your sarcasm." Fitz threatened.

"That's fine, as long as I get to run it. Speaking of running. Don't you need to grab something and run along?" She grinned at him and went back to serving their guests.

Damn Olivia! He wondered why in holy hell she would have shared her plan with Charlotte of all people? Fitz had his hand on the doorknob of his office and froze again. If Charlotte knew then Abby definitely knew. Hell, the woman at the dry cleaners was probably in on it too. His wife was getting no rest and no sympathy when she begged for either one...when he figured out wherever the hell she was at and finally got there!

He went into his office and sat in his seat, pulling out the skinny top drawer. There was a white envelope just sitting there on top. He rolled his eyes at his situation. He could have made Olivia scream multiple times by now. But no, she had to make him play a game. He rolled his eyes again and opened the stupid thing.

I'm at the NoMad Hotel in Midtown Manhattan.
Room 69.
I specifically requested it.
See you in less than an hour
No rhyme. Just hurry!

Fitz grabbed the envelope and headed back towards the door. Charlotte was about to say something to him, but he shook his head back and forth and kept walking. He was on a mission and his little wife was going to reward him. If she had any energy left after he destroyed her.

Not forgetting that it was Valentine's Day, he stopped around the corner and bought his wife a dozen red roses on the way to his car. He could be classy and gentleman-like before his devious single-minded self showed up. He drove for a while and pulled into a parking spot in front of a specific store and grinned to himself. Ten minutes later, Fitz was happily whistling as he put the white crunchy bag in the passenger seat and drove to the hotel. His little wife was in for a few surprises of her own. Served her right.

The valet took his car to park it as he strode to the elevators with his items in hand. As he rode up, Fitz heard his phone beeping from his pocket. He looked at the face of it and ignored the call. She could leave a voice mail just as well as he could. The elevator dinged and after the doors opened, Fitz stepped into the hall. He looked for the direction of the room number that would become a reality very soon.

Where the hell was he? Olivia assumed the clues she had given him were clear enough that he could follow them, yet it had taken him much longer than she had imagined it would. She paced the large room and took another sip from her glass of wine. She should have taken a nap earlier. Had she known it was going to be this late in the afternoon, she would have. Sex, a nap, followed by dinner downstairs, and bed for a good night's sleep was a good plan too.

She had to admit that her little adventure for Fitz had been a good Valentine's Day idea. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to tell Abby the specifics and Charlotte the basics, but they were part of it, so it seemed fine. Still, she wasn't looking forward to telling every dirty little aspect of the evening to her best friend. Olivia figured she could be vague on the details when necessary. Where the hell was he?

There was a knock on the door. Olivia smiled and looked at herself in the mirror one last time before scurrying to answer it. Their room was at the end of the hall, so there was no chance of anyone walking by to see her nude bottom half. She opened the door widely and leaned on the doorframe. She was met with his smiling face. "Hi."

His eyes traveled up and down her body, noticing the lack of covering on her lower half. His eyebrows went up and he licked his lips. "Hi."

"Did you bring the package?" She asked seductively.

A frown crossed his face and his blue eyes darted to her playful brown ones. "You didn't say anything about a package. I brought you these though." He proudly brought the roses from behind his back.

Olivia grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into the hotel room. She pushed him up against the wall and watched his face change from pride to surprise. She glanced at the roses and took them from his hand, inhaling deeply. "The flowers are beautiful, but that is not the package I was talking about."

"Look, woman. I have driven all over town for your little Valentine's Day Mission Impossible game. I don't have a package and I really..."

Olivia gently cupped his denim covered crotch and watched his eyes go wide. "Oh, you brought the package I wanted."

"You want that package, babe?"

She nodded excitedly.

Fitz's hands immediately went to her ass and began to knead as his mouth hastily connected with hers. He lifted her up into his arms and released an appreciative humming sound when Olivia's hand skimmed through the curls at the back of his neck.

She broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt up and over his head, flinging it behind her. She planted her lips on his chest and left a trail of wet kisses as she made her way up to his neck. "It took you too long to get here." She said between kisses.

"I came as fast as I could." Fitz was trying to figure out how to get her out of the silky lacy bodice thing she had on and was losing the battle.

"You're not allowed to do that tonight." She breathed into his ear.

"What? Take this fucking body hugging Rubik's cube of a puzzle off you? Where the hell is the hook, or zipper, or however it comes undone?"

Olivia could feel his hands trying to figure out where the releasing mechanism was on the bodice and chuckled. "No. This uncomfortable thing has got to go. The hook is on the side." His hands quickly went to both sides and manually searched while his wife whispered in his ear. "I mean you're not allowed to come fast tonight."

He found the hook and felt the material go lax under his hand. He wasted no time in pulling it off of her and laid her down on the big bed, lying beside her. "Not gonna happen. You drive me insane with lust, but I always take care of you first. Now, you just lay there and look beautiful and let me look at you for a minute while I take off my jeans." His eyes darted to every inch of her exposed skin while he quickly shed his lower half of clothing. When he was fully naked, he went to his little crunchy bag of tricks and brought it back with him.

"What's in there?" She asked curiously.

"You'll see." He dropped the bag on the floor and brought something with him on the bed. When he was lying beside her, he flipped the lid off and shook the can.

Olivia leaned up on her elbows and looked down at what her crazy husband was doing. She watched for a moment and then asked, "What the hell is that?"

His eyes flicked up to hers and he simply replied, "You talk too much." He dipped his head and drew her nipple into his mouth and began sucking hard. She inhaled sharply and flopped down on the bed. Fitz took advantage of her distracted state and dispensed the sweet white foam onto her stomach, her center, and her other unattended nipple. He released the one he had been feasting on and informed his wife, "I didn't have a chance to eat anything while I was out scouring the city for clues. So, now you'll feed me."

Fitz dragged his tongue up her belly, across her nipples, and slowly down between her thighs, as he followed the foamy trail he had left with the whipped cream. "Mmmmm. You are tasty."

Olivia pushed his head further south and in eager anticipation said, "You talk too much!"

He destroyed her orally and made her scream in a way that Fitz was sure whoever was staying in the room next door would surely report a murder in progress. While Olivia caught her breath and squeezed her thighs together tightly, Fitz went into the bathroom to get the sticky whipped cream off his hands and face. He was grinning at his reflection in the large mirror as he did so.

When he strode back into the bedroom, the grin was still in place. "So, about this requested room number?"

Olivia's heaving chest froze, and she cut her brown eyes to his blue ones. "No way! I cannot take another round of that! Your tongue tries to kill me every single time your face gets between my legs."

"Well, then..."

"How about you come over here and I will take care of you."

"And then?"

She smiled at him. "And then the most mind blowing sex you have ever experienced in your life."

"You haven't known me all of my life. It's a pretty high bar." Olivia threw a pillow at him. He jumped on the bed and pinned her arms up over her head, chuckling. "I'm just kidding, babe."

He leaned down and kissed her gently and let go of her arms. He pulled away from her face and softly said, "Thank you for taking the time to put together my Valentine's Day scavenger hunt. It was very cute and sorta fun too. I love you, babe."

"You're welcome." She picked her head up off the pillow for another heated kiss and pulled him on top of her small body until he completely covered her. "I love you. Happy Valentine's Day, husband."

Fitz slid into her and they both groaned at the glorious connection. "Happy Valentine's day, wife."