Hello my Loves. I've finally decided to come out of my #FanFicHiatus with a BANG! I had some difficult personal issues I had to deal with that caused me to not only lose the will to write but the heart. It is hard to get back once you but I truly think I'm okay now. I've never left you all high and dry like that before and I sorry. #ForGiveMe.

So for my FIRST update in FIVE WEEKS (#OhFitz I sorry) I decided to give you all some #MRatedHotSugars. Lord knows Fitz is going to be celibate on the show till Season 5, so I chose this story. I know how much you all love it, and my jump to the #DarkFanFicSide.

I've been typing this chapter on and off this entire time. So to all of you that have checked on me, giving me the encourage I needed to stay true to "Me's" thank you. And a special #PumpkinShoutOut to; ScandalBB, KWsGladiator, PoprantFF, complex_medley, DiamondPrencess, SoVeryME, and my Pookie Reader575 this chapter is FOR YOU!

To the rest of you..enjoy and LEAVE me some #HotSugars at the end…

Me's

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Chapter 4: Join "Me" in the Sun...

It Will Be Different...

"We are gathered here today to join Fitzgerald and Olivia in holy matrimony," announces the Priest, looking at the bride and groom. "Most people get married believing a myth that marriage is a beautiful box full of all the things that they have longed for; Companionship, intimacy, friendship, etc…The truth is, that marriage at the start is an empty box, you must put something in before you take anything out. There is no love in marriage; love is in people; like Fitzgerald and Olivia. The love you two share is truly extraordinary and life changing."

"Also there is NO LOVE in marriage, love is in people, and people put love into marriage. I have no doubt that both of you standing before me and your closest friends today will have no difficulties loving each other every day. The love you both share is something you should cherish; it's life changing and difficult. Don't let a day pass by and not show; tell the other how much you love each other."

Fitz brings both hands to his face and kisses them both tenderly. He mouths to her "I love you so much," causing Olivia to blush.

"I love you too," she recites back, as the Priest waits to continue.

"There is no romance in marriage; you have to infuse if into your marriage. And from what I have seen today from Fitzgerald, I have no doubts that the romance will never die between you both and continue to grow like a flame between you both. A couple must also must the art, and form the habit of giving, loving, serving, praising, of keeping the box full. If you take out more than you put in, the box will be empty. Standing before you both today, I am sure that will not happen."

"I have also seen that getting married is always the easier part. The groom shows up in a nice suit; the bride in a beautiful gown. Planning a wedding is an arduous task. Once the ceremony is over, and you settle into married life, that is where the hard work begins."

"Marriage is difficult, perhaps more than running a nation," making Fitz chuckle, and smile. "But like being the President, it is not something to be taken lightly. The key to a successful marriage is compassion, understanding, supporting your spouse and love," looking at Fitz and Olivia. "And looking to you both I can feel it between you. It grows with every minute that passes us by; leaving the one's watching in awe."

"I have known Fitzgerald for quite some time; before he became President in fact. And when he came to me months ago to see if I would be willing to perform a quick wedding ceremony, would I object to it," causing Fitz to smile and walk closer to Olivia.

The Priest then continued, "When I asked him for whom, and he told me it was for himself and Miss Pope I was speechless. I suspected when I met them both, that they both had strong feelings for one another. I couldn't be happier to see him finally marry the love of his life," gazing over to Olivia, who feels her cheeks heat up again. "I am confident that you're love, trust, and passion for each other will never die and continue to grow. I am honored to be here today."

"Since I am aware that the President and Future First Lady are on a tight schedule, we are going to have both Fitzgerald and Olivia recite their vows." The Priest looks to Fitz and Olivia, "Are you ready?"

Fitz speaks first; "Been ready since the moment Livy walked into my life," he lightly caresses her face.

"Fitz," she sighs into his touch. She then looks to the priest. "Yes I'm ready."

Fitz removes his hand from her face and places them around her back. The Priest smiles at their posture and once the couple meets his eyes to signal they are ready they recite their vows.

Fitz's speaks his vows first without hesitation; "I Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, take you Olivia Carolyn Pope to be my wife. For richer; for poorer, and sickness and in health till death do us part. In forsaking all others I promise to not only be faithful to you, to stand by your side in all you want to accomplish and so much more."

"Before this day Livy, I was only responsible for my children. But from this day forward, (technically since we met)" making Olivia giggle, "I promise to be held accountable to you. You have given me so much joy and happiness today by becoming my wife; First Lady is just one of the perks," causing Olivia to raise her eyes to him. "Livy meeting you changed me. Your faith, undying love, have made ME aspire to something greater. I want you to know that you are NOT my greatest weakness. You Olivia Carolyn soon-to-be Grant are my greatest strength."

"You've always seen ME; not the President of the United States. Through your eyes, you helped me discover the real man, father, and Leader I truly want to become. I know I can do anything as long as I have you by my side. Today changes us Livy. This morning when I woke up, it started filled with darkness and no way of looking forward into the light. But now, seeing you standing before me in this beautiful gown, ready to become my wife, has given me more than just hope. You placed light back into my life where there was only darkness."

Now he's holding her face in her hands. Her tears are cascading down her cheeks. He kisses her forehead and allows his lips to linger there for a few seconds. When he pulls away, he utters; "From this day forward, and beyond I promise to give you ALL of my heart, my soul, my very essence, because without you Livy, I am nothing. You are everything. I promise to not only to be your husband, but your best friend, lover, and one day a father of your children," adding a wink. She sniffles a small laugh. He leans into her ear so no one hears, "I can't wait to work on that."

"Fitz," she chastises.

"But most of all," Fitz finally murmurs, "I promise to be everything you need; all you have to do is let me. I love you Livy and I for one cannot wait to begin our life together. Forever," he finishes, not able to speak anymore. Olivia's hands are now on his face, holding him, so she can gaze into his eyes.

Abby, Quinn and Karen are crying.

Olivia then begins her vows;

"I Olivia Carolyn Pope, take you Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III to be my lawfully wedded husband. For richer; for poorer, in sickness and health. I promise never to leave your side till death do part. I promise to be faithful to you, our love, our happiness, and only give myself to you from this moment on. I promise to be your best friend; not only being your person to help guide you. But to be your voice of reason and comfort when you need me most."

"I have not always been there for you when you needed me running away from YOU and our dream," causing tears to begin to pool it Fitz's eyes. "Now is not the time for apologies but I solemnly affirm to you in THIS PLACE that this time THINGS WILL BE DIFFERENT." These words cause a huge smile to appear on Fitz's face.

"Not only with this time be different Fitz, but what WE decide together to make of it. We decide how to show our love privately and when the time comes around others. We choose when to display our life to the world that WE ARE A TEAM; you and me together. You say that I've brought light back into your life, but here's the thing Fitz; I didn't do that."

"You always had the ability to shine, I ONLY helped you burn brighter. It was in those times that your light outshined my own. It showed me that loving you, brought such joy into my life, I didn't need anyone else. But in the times when things went dark; I always there. In those circumstances Fitz;" she begins to cry. "I carried you and your love."

"Livy," he cups her face. He is now crying.

"Shh…It's always been that way, but more so now that ever. You ARE and always been MY LIFE Fitz. And from this moment on, I promise all these things and more. Not only do you have my heart Fitz, but you ARE my heart. I woke up and arrived here today as Olivia Pope. But tonight I go to bed, as Olivia Grant," kissing Fitz's forehead, "your wife."

"Liv?"

"That's all I've ever wanted to be. I promise to not only love you today or tomorrow. But I promise to love you forever," she whimpers. "This is my solemn vow."

By now, Fitz has Olivia encased in his arms. Her fingers are caressing his flag pin, while his hands are securely on her lower back. Before the Priest can continue with the ceremony, Fitz utters, "There's 48 stars on it, it's very rare," confusing everyone in the room. "It was bought at auction."

"Yes," and before Fitz finishes the statement, Olivia replies, "You are my something special."

Fitz rests his forehead against Olivia's veil and the Priest continues with the rest of the ceremony. Both the bride and groom say "I DO," with so much love and conviction in their voices, no one in the room, has any doubts that nothing will come between them again.

The Priest nods and then finishes with, "Now with the power vested in me with the District of Columbia, I now pronounce you husband and wife. My President you may now KISS YOUR First Lady."

"Finally," Fitz groans, causing the room to erupt in giggles.

Fitz lift her veil slowly and murmurs as his thumbs lightly grace against her lips, "Hi Mrs. Grant."

"Hi, Mr. Grant," she squeaks as Fitz's lips press against her own. He starts out slowly, but as the reality them both that they now husband and wife, he scoops her into his arms, and kisses her with every fiber of his being. He does not stop their first kiss until his tongue tastes every bit of her mouth. He whispers against her lips "I love you," over and over again.

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Not Just A Dream…

"Mrs. Grant," Olivia hears in her sleep.

"Fitz," she whimpers, feeling "her husband's" hands and lips ghosting her body. The cream colored sheet is she draped perfectly over her body. Fitz slides his large hand slowly under the material and gradually places on her skin. Her skin reacts to him immediately, feeling the goose-bumps forming as he lightly caresses her curves.

His touch is light, as he's only using his fingertips. He runs his index finger up her spine, allowing just the right amount of pressure to slowly awake his beautiful new wife. Her face is turned towards him and notices a small smile beginning to form.

"Olivia Grant," she hears Fitz call for her again. Fitz will never grow tired of calling her by her new name; the last name she was destined to carry. The name "Grant" flows easily and filled with so much love off his lips. It makes her believe that they really did get married yesterday.

"It's only a dream," she mutters, causing Fitz to hover over her naked body, in their bed in the White House. Now his entire hand is on her back, and he increases his ministrations into her muscles bringing her out of her slumber.

"Livy," pulling the sheet down and allows it to sit just above her bottom. He looks upon her body and aches to be closer to her. He lowers his head, until his lips are just above her skin. Finally he gives into his desires and places them lightly on her back. Working his way from her bottom up to her shoulder blades, Fitz places light – lingering kisses up her back.

As he kisses her, his hands are travelling her body. Her curves, and beautiful complexion speaks to him like a siren, calling him to touch her as much as possible. Now that Olivia is his wife, he planes on doing so as much as possible. "Wake up my beautiful bride," brushing his lips against her ear lobe. His hot breath radiates in her ear canal, and begins to wake the rest of her body.

"No let me sleep," she whimpers. "It was all just a dream," with tears beginning to form in her closed eyes. He sees her body begin to shake in its sleepy state.

Instantly he turns her body from laying on her stomach to her side, so they can be face to face touching noses. He pulls her body into his chiseled naked form, wrapping one arm around her back, placing it securely on her bare backside. The other Fitz slides it under her head, and begin to run his fingers through her hair. Her breathing begins to calm, but she has still not opened her eyes.

"I'm here Sweetheart," cooing sweetly. "But most importantly YOU ARE here Mrs. Grant."

"Fitz," she murmurs. "If I open my eyes none of this will be real. You'll disappear like you always do. Yesterday didn't happen."

"Livy," he recites her name filled with anguish. Slowly he places his lips on hers and begins to kiss her tenderly. He has never kissed her this way before. His lips ever so gently press against her soft pink lips, as if butterflies were just opening their new wings ready to fly for the first time. Each kiss is so tender and gentle, filled with more love than she's ever experienced in her life.

"Fitz," she gradually opens her brown eyes and sees Fitz gazing upon her, as their lips touch. It is too overwhelming for her, so she shuts them again.

"Look at me," he pulls away from their 'Butterfly kiss,' waiting for her mind to play catch up.

"Fitz," her eyes are finally open and sees him staring back at her filled with wonder, love, happiness and contentment.

"There you are," kissing her again. "Good morning Mrs. Grant," hovering over her face, staring into her eyes.

"Where am I," causing Fitz to chuckle. "I thought you couldn't come over because you didn't trust the agents on duty," not realizing that she's in their bed.

"Livy," shaking his head, then giggling. "We are NOT at your apartment." He lifts her chin and places another kiss upon her lips.

As Fitz pulls back, she turns her head and allows her eyes to scan the bedroom. Her eyes gradually begin to focus and instantly she panics sitting up in the bed. "Oh my God. I have to leave before the Press Core gets here. How did this happen," she turns to Fitz shocked. Olivia sees the gleam in his eyes and knows he's up to up to something.

She begins to get out of the bed, but he latches onto her, not allowing her to leave their marital bed. He is definitely not done with her yet. Olivia sees how he is looking at her, and feels that something is different but she cannot place it. "Fitz?"

"What," he leans over and begins to kiss her neck. Feeling her body instantly responding to him, as the fire in between her legs grows. She attempts to push herself away from him. Fitz nods his head and pulls her right back into the bed with him. "You are NOT going anywhere. I am not ready to share you with anyone just yet."

"Fitz I have to get dressed and leave before the Press arrives. I can't be here," she protests and tries to leave their bed again.

"You Mrs. Grant are not going anywhere," he winks.

"Stop being silly Fitz. I have to get out of here. What if Mellie comes?" Then she stops her train of thought realizing he called her 'Mrs. Grant' again.

"Why do you keep calling me…," stops when she feels Fitz reach under the covers and pulls out her left hand to prove to her that they really did get married. Her breath hitches in her lungs, her mouth drops open seeing her wedding set on her finger. "You mean," cracking with emotion and shock.

"Yes," Fitz places his head on hers and holds her close. His other hand reaches up and places it securely on her cheek, providing her comfort. Instinctually she nuzzles into his touch. "It's true Livy."

She turns to face him. "It wasn't just a dream," he nods no. "We really did get married. I'm really your wife."

Fitz lets out a labored breath. "Yes as of last night you became Olivia Grant, First Lady of the United States of America. You didn't dream it Livy. It all happened. We are real. We are finally together the way we could only dream about."

"Oh my god," she brings her hand up closer and then all the memories of yesterday flash before her eyes. "You mean the divorce papers were real? I didn't dream you proposed and our wedding?"

Fitz shakes his head from side to side, loving this side of her. Her guard is down and she is allowing him to see her. "Oh Livy. Yes it's all true. We, Mrs. Grant, are husband and wife. If you don't believe me I know Abby and Karen took pictures and your wedding dress is on the floor over there," pointing to it.

Olivia then takes his face in her hands and stares into his loving blue eyes. She looks up at Fitz and throw her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. She straddles him in the bed, pressing their naked bodies together. Her breasts are pressed against his chest, allowing her upper body to mold against his form. Their torsos fit perfectly against the other and he holds her even closer.

Instantly Fitz responds, aching to make love to her again. They made love countless times in the night, unable to stop their hunger for each other. Each time it was different; more passionate, filled with moans and cries. He never knew thought that sex could be any better between them, but it turns out he was wrong. He only craved her more and wanted nothing more to plunge into her thick walls and not come out for days.

Olivia feels him harden against her warmth. She knows if they get started, he'll be late for his first meeting in the Oval with Cyrus. "I want you," latching his lips to her neck.

"Fitz," she weakly protests. "We can't. I have to get to work, and you have a meeting with Cyrus in an hour."

"Oh yes we can," he contradicts playfully. "That meeting is pushed back to 8:15. My Press Secretary arranged it so I could have more time in bed this morning. She figured I'd have a hard time making the earlier time." He begins to work his kisses down her neck and around to the other side. He latches his mouth to her skin.

"Fitzgerald you are NOT giving me a hickey," breaking away from his kiss and addicting lips. He attempts to place them back on her neck but she leans further away from him. "What will people say if they see that?"

"That the man who gave it to you is a lucky to have you," he answers back without missing a beat boasting. "Now where were we," he drops his voice and places his hands on her breasts. Her nipples harden as he massages them in his hands. His mouth travels down her sternum to the valley between her breasts. Her body jolts quickly feeling his tongue making contact with her hot skin.

Fitz lowers his head and begins to kiss the skin on her chest. Olivia is moaning and writhing against his length, making her husband only want to be inside her more. Each time his lips touch her skin, the sensations she feels in her stomach grow stronger, and she knows she won't last long. Just before he can place one of her brown nubs into his mouth, she grabs his face.

"Fitz, we can't. We don't have time. You are the leader of the Free World and…" but she is silenced when he flips them over so he's on top. His mouth latches to hers, and he begins to kiss her passionately. His tongue is fighting for control, dominating their kissing. His tongue traces her lips, inside her cheeks, and they intertwine and coil like two snakes mating.

Her hips between to move in sync with Fitz's. He wraps her legs around his instantly slips inside her.

"Oh God," she moans feeling him begin to thrust against her warmth. "Fitz this can't happen right now," weakening her resolve.

"Olivia Grant," stressing her NEW last night. "I LOVE YOU," moaning into her ear. "But, be quiet and let me work! I am trying to knock you up," thrusting even harder into her. He places his arm under her knee, raising her leg to change his angle to 'drive' his point across. He can feel her thick walls, coating his shaft with her essence, which only spurs him to go deeper and harder.

"FITZ," practically screaming his name. He's never made her feel this desired, and her body is on fire. Her body is his in this moment do with us as he sees fit. He's consuming her, taking control, trusting, entering her like he's been starved of her love for years.

Each time he enters her, she involuntarily clenches around him, not wanting this unbelievable connection between them to end. She breaks away from their kiss, and locks eyes with his. The way he's looking into her eyes as he's making love to her, about senses her to an abyss of their passion she'd never want to leave.

"Livy," reaching for her other leg and wrapping it around his waist. Once both legs are wrapped around his torso gripping his hips, he places his hand under her bottom, to raise her higher. The hand placement, makes Olivia arch her back, and tighten her grip on his hips. His hips are swirling from side to side, back and forth, causing Olivia's nails to dig into his back.

"Oh God," she cries, feeling herself beginning to let go.

"Wait for me Livy," he moans into her mouth. "I'm almost there," as his thrusts become deeper and quicker.

"I love you Fitz; my husband," she whispers against his mouth, causing Fitz to change his angle just enough to send not only her but them both over the edge. Both are shaking from their sheer force and power of the combined release, never feeling anything like this before. In all their times making love, neither believed it could feel this way. She is no longer on birth control, and Fitz wants to have her pregnant if nature allows it. There is nothing standing in their way to have a child.

Fitz buries his face into her neck, inhaling their combined scent. They both smell sweaty, spent from their desire for the other, but he would not have it any other way. Olivia lets her legs fall, and Fitz stays inside her a few seconds longer before pulling all the way out. He tries to move off of her but she clings to him tighter.

Her face is buried in his neck and suddenly he hears muffled sniffles and cries. Fitz lifts his head up to see her holding back her tears. "Livy?" She whimpers hearing the love in his voice. "Did I hurt you?"

She nods her head "no," because she is at a loss for words. She removes her hands from his body and places them around his face. Her pupils grow wide as she gazes hard into his blue eyes. "I…," trying to speak.

"Tell me," he begs. "If you don't I can't fix it."

She smiles. "Don't ever let me go," she murmurs. "Even if my father threatens you, or do to us harm, don't you DARN let me go again."

Her words cause his heart to break, because even though that are married, he doesn't want to lose her either. He rolls them over and pulls her body so they are flush against the other. He runs his hand down her back, and places the other on her face. His thumb lightly caresses her bottom lip, and then her cheek to wipe off the lone tear cascading down her face.

"Never," he voices with conviction.

"Ever," he utters next, kissing her lips.

"Going to happen," kissing her soundly, and leaving her breathless.

"You. Are. MY WIFE," Fitz whispers against her lips, with just as much force. He pulls away and now has two hands on her face. "You got it." But she only nods.

"Say it Olivia," he commands.

"Yes Mr. President," smiling widely. "I am YOUR wife."

"Um I like that say it again," causing her to giggle, but knowing there cannot be a round two. He pushes her bottom so their pelvic regions are touching, so she can feel how much he's need for her touch never dies.

"Oh no Mister," pushing herself away from him. "We can't."

He changes their position in the bed so she's now sitting on top of his length. He feels her wetness against him, making Fitz grin mischievously. He attempts to raise her hips so they can have more newlywed fun but she holds herself down.

"Livy," he moans feeling her juices on his manhood.

"No," she tickles his sides quickly, causing Fitz to laugh and her to jump out of the bed. He sits up reaching for her, but she's all ready to far away from him. "Get back here," he commands.

"Not going to happen darling," in a southern voice. Fitz raises his eyes staring at her. She bites her lip and saunters away from him stopping just outside their bathroom.

"Olivia," he growls. "I'm not ready to allow my wife out of bed yet."

"Oh no," she winks. "And why's that?"

"Because we still have time," he moves so he's laying down on his side, to face her. His member is erect and makes Olivia lick her lips. "Come know you want me."

"No," walking into the bathroom. She hears Fitz groan on the bed, knowing he won't be any use to anyone today if she doesn't appease his needs.

"Livy," he whines, as she steps out of the bathroom. He's wants her so desperately again that he doesn't hear the shower running.

"So are you coming or not," dropping her voice dangerously low, and allowing Fitz to follow her head movements and eyes to the running water. "You know I can showe…," as he's before her instantly dragging her into the shower. She's giggling all the way at her "now" husband, loving seeing him this way.

Fitz pulls her to him under the warm stream of water. "God you're beautiful," running his hands through her wet natural curls, down her back, wrapping his arms around her.

"Fitz," whimpering, feeling his hand reach to the valley between her legs.

He then leans forward to kiss her but stops just millimeters away from her lips. "I love you Mrs. Grant; MY FIRST Lady."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, and melting into his body, she sighs. "Say it again," biting her bottom lip.

"I," kissing the left side of her neck.

"Love," kissing the right side of her neck.

"You," kisses her forehead lightly.

"Mrs. Grant," kissing her soundly, dipping his tongue into her mouth. Olivia jumps him and next thing she's knows she's pressed against the shower wall and he's inside her again. He's thrusting hard into her slick wet walls. Her legs have a vice grip around his hips, allowing her to position herself high on his length and hips.

Fitz can feel her tightening around his girth with each thrust. With each thrust inside her depths, Fitz ONLY can think of one thing – how much he's waited for this moment. Olivia's whispers. "Don't stop Fitz. I'm so close. Can't you feel how much I want you?"

"Livy," moaning against her wet skin. "I want you so much."

"Show me," she sucks his neck. She then feels his hands on her bottom and he's lifting her off his shaft. She pressed hard against the shower stall, and Fitz is making love to her like this is their last time. Each time he enters her, she swears he's reaching her in places he's never been before. Her walls begin to clench around him, sucking him deeper.

"I love you Olivia," he moans as he begins to reach his peek. Olivia can feel he's close as his paces increases.

"I love you too MY Mr. President," she murmurs as they both finish at the same time. Fitz finally let's her down after they both calm down and they finish their shower in pure newlywed bliss.

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In the Sun… 8:00 A.M. Oval Office

After Olivia and Fitz finally emerged from the shower, time was running short for him to make it down to the Oval before Cyrus arrived. Olivia had heard her phone ringing after the water stopped and found that Abby had called. She knew that it must have been important for Abby to have rung her. She listened to the message. His morning meeting with Cyrus was now at 8:00 am sharp.

She was standing in a towel, when she called her back quickly, "Abby what's going on?"

"Cyrus moved his morning meeting up with Fitz to earlier because it will screw up the rest of the President's schedule for the rest of the day. He came to me Liv, asking why Fitz was running behind this morning. I already had to cover for him last night saying he did not want to be disturbed. He was spending some time with Karen because of everything that happened." Abby explained in one long breath.

"Abby," Olivia did her best to console her.

"I am sorry Liv. I really tried to give you two more time. But," Olivia could hear her pacing in her office downstairs. Abby then began to whisper, "It's your FIRST morning together Liv."

"I know and it's okay. We'll have plenty of mornings after this Abby," Olivia interjected, trying to do her best no to make a big deal of the situation.

"But Liv you two should be alone," Abby whined. "Making me some God-babies."

"Abby stop," Olivia said blushing remembering how determined Fitz is about getting her pregnant. "Abby I understand and so will Fitz," and that was when she felt his toweled body press up behind her, and pull her backwards. He was already ready for her again, and they just finished not that long ago.

"Understand what Mrs. Grant," his moaned, as his lips latched onto her neck. She gripped the towel tighter as Fitz's hand made their way to drop it to the floor.

"Oh God," Abby heard Liv say as Fitz began to love on his beautiful bride. "I'm on the phone."

"And your point it is," Fitz chastised. "Your husband and Commander and Chief has needs. Hang up," Fitz commanded. His mouth was sucking her ear.

"Shit Liv I'm going to go. I'll see if I can stall Cyrus," Abby interjected, hearing Olivia scolding Fitz to quit.

"No don't you dare Abby. He'll be up here to get him then. He can't find me up here. I'll get him down there before Cyrus arrives," she explained quickly. "I'll handle this. Over a cliff Ab's now go."

Abby hung up the phone and Olivia placed hers down. Her towel was now on the floor, along with her husband's. His hands were travelling down her thighs and making their way in between her legs. She was already moist for him, and she could feel her will to deny him beginning to fade away.

Fitz heard her end of the conversation but all he couldn't focus on was his wife's naked body, beckoning him like a moth to a flame. He begins to walk her to their bed, as his lips kiss her neck. Olivia can feel the heat off his body, knowing if they make it to the bed, it will be all over. She tries to stop him but he's too strong.

Her legs come in contact with the mattress. He spreads her legs. "Now," his voice dips dangerously low. "Who was stealing my bride away from me? I am NOT sharing you today until I have to Livy." His fingers are now at their destination, working their way into her folds.

"Fitz," she growls. "It was…," unable to find her words as Fitz's fingers now enter her. He begins thrusting them in and out her hot core in an unforgiving pace.

"It was who Livy," Fitz removes his fingers, feeling her getting close.

"It was," her head his thrown back against Fitz's shoulder and his lips are on her neck.

"Who," he sucks the spot just underneath her ear. "Tell me and I'll give you what you crave."

"Abby," she stammers. Fitz then turns her around and lays her one their bed. Her legs are open and she sees him kneel down. "Fitz we can't," trying to close her legs before he can feast upon her.

"Oh yes we can," wiggling his eyes. She sits up and holds his face. Olivia is so hot for him that can feel herself convulsing inside. Fitz looks down and sees her lips and pelvis moving. "I need to eat breakfast and feed my wife before going to work."

He moves his head to in between her legs. She is holding his face just inches away, but Fitz breathes on her and her hold loosens. "Fitz you have to be in the Oval for 8:00," in a breathy voice. "Cyrus…"

Next she sees him looking down at her, and he's ready to enter her. She can feel him dripping with need all over her folds. "Olivia do not mention my Chief of Staff right now," kissing down her body. "I'm a President on a secret mission."

She giggles. "Fitzgerald."

"Oh I am," not deterred. "For the FIRST time in my life Livy; I am happily married to an incredible woman," now he's looking at her, lost in her eyes. Instantly she stops fighting him and wraps her arms around his shoulders and begins to run her fingers through his curls. She swallows quickly, and can feel the tears in her eyes.

Fitz moves his hand and holds her left hand so that she can see HIS rings there. "These two rings on your fingers say that you are now mine. Today Livy you and I are going to shine in the sun together."

"Fitz," she feels his 'mood' changing. She understands that he wants to tell the world that are married but they can't – not yet. He allows her up and drapes a sheet over her body.

"I am not going to announce OUR marriage or divorce from Mellie but for the FIRST time in my life Livy I am happy and I refuse to hide it. You are my wife and there is no pretending for me. We are together," he explains as his voice grows hoarse with emotion.

She lifts the sheet and he joins her in their bed. "You can't tell anyone Fitz."

"I know and I won't. But can we just lay here together for ONE MINUTE," wrapping his arms around her, nuzzling his face in her hair and neck. The way he's clinging to her body makes her believe that once they leave this room, he won't get her back.

"For ONE MINUTE…," he whimpers.

"Where you are not the President of the United States and I am not the First Lady," causing an unmistakable grin to form on Fitz's face. "That's just you and me – newlyweds spending our first morning together."

"Livy," cupping her face with his huge hand. She feels his wedding ring against her face and grins.

"One Minute."

"One Minute," she repeats, and her left hand is now on his face. Instinctually his rubs his own cheek against her platinum set. Their foreheads touch and both begin to breathe as one. In this moment nothing could pull them away from each other. Right now they were just Liv and Fitz, husband and wife; they way it was destined to be.

"I love you Livy."

"I love you too, Mr. President," she kisses him lightly.

To her surprise he then gets up first and helps her. She picks out a suit, he grabs and tie, and meets Abby at their bedroom at 7:50. He turns to Olivia who's dressed just in his Navy sweatshirt. "I'll SEE YOU later Madame First Lady."

"I live to serve the President," she teases. "Now scoot," and she shoves him out the door as she hears Abby begin to explain that Cyrus is in a mood today.

Olivia is about to close the door when Fitz is there. "Fitz what are you…." and she's silenced by his lips claiming hers in a passionate kiss. Abby mouth drops at Fitz's boldness. Olivia can hear her and the agents clearing their throats behind them. Fitz pulls away and Olivia faces is one of pure bliss. She opens her eyes and want to yell at him but can't.

"I had to kiss my wife goodbye," he licks his lips. She roll her eyes. "Remember you are the First Lady. You are going to JOIN me in the sun; the only place you truly belong." He holds her gaze. "I love you."

"Ditto," she leans on the door. "Go before Cyrus comes here and sees you and me in your sweatshirt."

Fitz holds her hand and brings it to his lips. She finally gets him to walk away. Ahe shuts the door in a dream state. She looks down at her watch and waltz's to the closet to find some things there that Fitz bought her. A huge smile appears on her face as her hand graces over the perfect outfit.

"Oh Mr. President, do I have a little surprise for you. I'm going to give "joining you in the sun" an entire new meaning today," she grins wickedly and begins her surprise for her husband – The President of the United States.

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TBC…

Well that's it for now my darlings. I hope you enjoyed this awfully HOT chapter and their HOT first morning after becoming Man and Wife. I NEVER write like this but as you can tell Fitz is not celibate in this chapter. It's kind of strange for me TWO love scenes (almost 3) in one chapter but I felt it was needed.

So I hope you enjoyed my SMUT and PLEASE leave me some #MRatedHotSugars at the end. You never know it could cause me to write and post something else sooner than expected.

Next chapter Fitz's first day in the Oval, and how Olivia deals with "being" Mrs. Grant. (And their honeymoon too.) Oh and what do you think she's got planned for her hubby now. (Any thoughts…)

Peace, Love and Pumpkins…

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