Week of Treats
Fitz woke up earlier than usual but felt exhausted. Like he hadn't even slept the night before. He yawned as quietly as possible, as not to wake up the tiny woman out cold to the world in their bed beside him. He rolled over as gently as he could and watched her sleep for a minute.
She was laying on her stomach with her hands flat on the mattress beside her head. He lifted the comforter to take a peek at how she was laying, and maybe to catch a view of her ass in the process. She couldn't sleep in a fetal position like normal people. Something simple. Noooooo. Olivia slept with her entire body spread out, taking up as much room as humanly possible. Why did a woman smaller than a middle school girl need ninety percent of the bed while he teetered on the edge of the mattress almost every single night? It was a mystery he would never figure out.
Her hair was in her face. Her beautiful face. The face he loved to kiss and touch and make smile. He was so in love with this little woman. He smiled at her peaceful face with the closed eyes. He reached up and tenderly moved her hair off of her face, so he could get a better view of her.
That was a mistake.
She was slightly drooling in her sleep and the sheet had a wet spot under her mouth. Fitz almost choked on the laughter he was trying so hard to suppress. Olivia Pope, queen of the world, drooled in her sleep. He started to roll back over to grab his phone and take a picture for proof and teasing later on, but Olivia stirred in her sleep and Fitz immediately dropped the comforter and stopped breathing.
His little woman might be beautiful and rule his heart in every way imaginable, but if you fuck with her sleep she turned into Satan! He silently watched as she rolled onto her side, facing away from him, and then onto her back where she lay spread eagle, once again taking up all the available space.
It was time for him to get up anyways.
Fitz sat up on the edge of the bed. The only part of the mattress Olivia wasn't interested in. He turned his neck and stuck his tongue out at her while she slept, feeling that he had gotten the last word in their imaginary argument. He ran his fingers through his hair and finally stood up, grabbing his phone and stumbling into the kitchen to start the coffee before getting into the shower.
As the mouth watering dark caffeine began to run into the carafe, Fitz made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the water in the shower, relieved his bladder, pulled back the curtain, and stepped under the spray. The hot water pelting his skin made him feel a thousand percent better immediately and a lot more awake.
When he was clean, Fitz turned off the water, dried off, pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, and went back into the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee and went to sit down at the table to check out social media and the news on his laptop, like he did every morning before work.
There was something sitting on top of his thin computer and he squinted at it as he made his way towards it. Upon closer inspection, Fitz found some...thing! It looked like ribbon and lace.
What in the hell?
He picked the item up gingerly between his thumb and index finger and brought it closer to his face. He still had no idea what it was, but it was pink and black and kind of pretty. Fitz set his coffee mug down on the table and used two hands to figure out the mystery.
It was an itty bitty pair of panties! Sexy ones!
He looked around but of course she was snoring and drooling in bed. He wondered what this was all about. He held onto them and went back to his computer when he saw a little note sitting on top of it. It simply said:
For later
A moment of panic bubbled up in him. He dropped the note as well as the lace and ribbon and grabbed his phone. He opened the calendar while chanting, "please don't be Valentine's Day" over and over. It was only February eighth. A typical Friday night and not Valentine's Day.
Thank God! He hadn't bought Olivia anything yet for the most romantic day of the year. This was a good reminder that he needed to move his ass on it though.
Fitz put his phone down and picked up the sexy panties again.
For later huh?
He only thought he wanted this day to hurry up and end earlier. Now he was ready for later to get started. But first, work...
He sprinted through the door at precisely six o'clock with a big smile on his face. His day had been grueling as hell, but thanks to a lot of creative thinking about ribbons and lace, Fitz wasn't tired at all! He wondered if his sexy little woman was home yet? "Liv?" he called out.
"In here!" she called back.
Not only was she home, she was in their bedroom!
Calm down, he told himself as he hung up his jacket. Later means bedtime. Stop being a horn dog! He made his way to their bedroom and almost tripped over his feet when he saw the sight before him in their bedroom. Later meant now. Right now!
Olivia was laying on her back on top of their bed with her legs crossed at the ankles and she was leaning back on her elbows. Her hair was hanging loosely at her shoulders and her make up looked flawless. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. She was wearing that little scrap of pink and black along with a matching bra that was equally as revealing and sexy. His hungry eyes traveled from her pink painted toenails up her toned brown legs. He noticed the ribbons on her hips tied in pretty little bows as the only thing that was holding the bottom piece on her body. He thought about untying it with his teeth and his crotch got harder.
Her flat belly was screaming for his tongue to come give it some attention. Her breasts were spilling out of the see through lace, and her nipples were screaming for attention too. His eyes landed on her face. She smiled up at him, watching him look at her.
Fitz wanted nothing more than to pounce on her and have his way with her. But he was no fool. He didn't know the meaning behind it. He had to know before he proceeded. "Is today a special day that I've forgotten about?"
Her smile grew wider and she shook her head back and forth before audibly saying, "no."
He pulled his shirt over his head immediately. "This isn't an anniversary or special day that I've forgotten. Like two years ago today was the day we had ice cream together for the first time?" Liv would celebrate something like that.
She giggled at him and said, "no."
He unzipped his jeans and unceremoniously stomped his feet up and down until he was free of them. "So, this is just...because?" he asked.
Olivia nodded at him and bent her index finger, beckoning him to her. "Come and get it, Mister."
Now he did pounce on top of her. The next few hours were a blur of hands and mouths and other body parts with lots of happy delirious moans sprinkled in.
Fitz woke up the next morning feeling completely different than he did the previous one. He was pretty sure he woke up smiling. He looked over at his wife. Olivia was still taking up all of the available space on the bed, but he didn't even care. Visions of their night together flashed through his mind. He wished he could wake her up right now and go again, but visions of Satan screaming at him had Fitz shutting those thoughts down.
He started the coffee and got into the shower, just like any other day. It was Saturday but he had to go in for a few hours just the same. He quietly hummed a happy little song while he was in the shower, feeling extra peppy. He poured his coffee and jumped online to see what was what. After a while, it was time to get going to work. And even that didn't seem all that bad this morning.
He got dressed and went into the living room to put his shoes on before walking out the door and hailing a cab. He pulled them close and put the left one on first. He tied up the comfortable black dress shoe and then slid the right one on.
Something crunched under his foot. What the hell was that?
Fitz pulled his foot back out and held his shoe up. There was a card inside his shoe. The two of hearts. He wondered how in the hell that had gotten in there? He pulled it out and dropped it on the coffee table. And that's when he noticed there was writing on the other side of it.
In black marker it read:
Tonight, we play for clothes
Fitz stared at it with raised eyebrows. Was Olivia serious?
He wore these shoes every single day and he knew that card hadn't been in there the day before. It seemed that they were playing strip poker tonight! He could get behind that idea.
Again, the shorter day went by quickly, but not as quickly as Fitz would have liked. And once again, when he got home, he called out her name to see if he had beat her there. The house was empty. He rubbed his hands together anxiously. Before he could formulate a plan there was a knock at the door. Whoever it was, was going the hell away!
He opened the door and saw Olivia standing there. He gave her a confused look. "Why the hell did you knock?"
"I've been sent here to play with you." she said.
Fitz practically swallowed his tongue. "Wh..What?!"
"Poker. Play poker with you. Are you up for a game?" She glanced at his crotch.
"No. I mean yes!" He shouted. "I'm sorry. I would love to play poker with you."
"Great." She came inside and Fitz helped her out of her coat and hung it up.
"Fuck" he whispered reverently. She had on a red teddy and heels and he took his time eyeballing her small frame. This was going to be a short game.
Olivia went to the kitchen table and began setting up chips, purposefully leaning over the table to give him a view of her ass. She heard every single noise and curse word that passed through his lips. Finally, she took her seat while he openly stared at her and asked, "shall we?"
Fitz nodded mutely with his mouth hanging open and she began to deal the cards.
She let him win. Three hands later she was naked as the day she was born. Fitz had pulled her onto his lap and was kissing her with reckless abandon while his hands wandered all over her body. She broke the kiss and began panting hard as he drove her to a loud climax with his fingers. "I don't know what the fuck has come over you the last two days, but it has been spectacular. I love you, Liv."
She screamed his name as her head dropped limply to his shoulder. "Love you too" she mumbled.
Fitz scooped her up in his arms, carried her to bed, and pulled the comforter up to her neck. She had to be exhausted after not getting much sleep the night before due to their rigorous time consuming activities followed by tonight's little adventure. She would end up being crabby at work the next day and Fitz would get a call from Abby asking why her friend was being bitchy. So, he put on his pajamas bottoms and balanced himself on the edge of the bed a completely happy man.
The next morning Olivia got up with him. It was Sunday and they had no plans other than to just lay around together and be lazy for a change. She made coffee while Fitz made breakfast. It was a normal domesticated Sunday morning at home for them.
"Liiiiv?"
"Yea, babe?" she said.
"We're out of butter and syrup." He rifled through the cabinets and added, "I don't see any pancake mix either. What do you want for breakfast other than pancakes?"
She crinkled up her face. "I was really looking forward to pancakes this morning."
Fitz went to stand in front of Olivia, put his arms around her waist, and pecked her lips. "If my amazing wife wants pancakes then she shall have pancakes. I'll go to the store."
"You don't have to do that, Fitz. I can eat toast."
"After the last two days...No! If you wanted pancakes from Rhode Island, I'd drive to the tiny state and get them for you. Whatever you want, babe."
"You don't mind?" she asked with a big smile.
"Not at all. It's just up the street. Why don't you make a list of what you want for dinner and I'll get that while I'm there too. I'll be gone an hour tops."
"Good idea." She made a short list while Fitz got dressed. When he made his way into the kitchen, she handed him the small square of paper. She kissed him goodbye, which led to some hand play, and mild complaints about being hungry. Ten minutes later he was in the back of a cab on his way to the store when his phone chimed, alerting him to a text message. Fitz rolled his eyes. He knew it was probably Olivia adding something she had forgotten to the list already.
It was a text from Olivia. He opened it immediately, preparing to mentally add whatever it was to their list. It read:
Thank you for letting me sleep last night. When you get back from the store I am going to fuck you up! I bought some lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. I am going to ride you so hard you'll be begging me to stop. Find me in the living room when you get home. I may or may not have bought a whip..
Holy fuck!
He read it again and was hard as a rock. Olivia bought a whip? What had gotten into her? Who was she this week?
He had already determined that this was going to be the fastest visit to the grocery store in his life! He paid the driver, told him he'd be out in five minutes, grabbed a buggy inside, and ran down the isles grabbing shit and putting them inside the metal on wheels.
The sole cashier at the front of the store had witnessed his harried visit. When he dashed into her line she asked in a bored voice, "do you think that was quick enough?"
He grinned at her while his chest heaved for air. "Got big plans shortly and I'm trying to hurry."
"No kidding." She scanned each item, bagged everything, and called out a total to him.
Fitz threw some bills at her and said, "keep the change" before running outside.
He had just gotten into the backseat when the cashier appeared out of nowhere and said, "you think you should take your stuff with you? You left it all inside, speed racer."
"Shit. Uhhh, yea." he told her as he opened the door. "I'll be right back." he told the cab driver. He grabbed his bags, called out, "thank you" to the cashier, and got back into the waiting yellow car.
When the cab pulled up in front of the house, Fitz threw money at him too and ran inside. He unlocked the door to their apartment and went inside, dropping the bags of food on the floor and not giving a shit about it.
He peeled out of his coat and dropped it on the floor too. He started to take his shirt off, but images of being beaten with a whip scared the shit out of him and he left it on. If she hurt him, he was gonna tell her to stop!
Fitz went into the living room and his eyes bulged out of his head. Olivia was wearing some black leather thing with zippers and chains. He wanted to try to figure out how she had gotten into it, but that thought was not at the front of his mind right now. He wanted to know where this sexy little vixen had been his whole life?
"What in the hell are you wearing?" He asked with a big smile.
"QUIET!" she commanded.
Fitz clamped his lips shut as his eyebrows went high into his forehead.
"You are not in control right now. You will do as I say. You will do it how I say. And you will do it when I say it. Any hesitation will result in punishment. Do you understand?"
Was he allowed to talk, Fitz wondered?
"Do you?" she asked louder.
"Yes, ma'am." he said meekly.
Olivia almost laughed at his words. He had never used the word ma'am in his entire life. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from even grinning. It did the trick. "Good. Take off your clothes." she commanded.
Okay. Now we're getting to the good part! He pulled his shirt over his head as he toed off his shoes. He pulled his jeans down and stood in front of her grinning again. Come and get it, babe, he thought.
Olivia gave him an inpatient look.
Fitz looked around the room like a confused puppy. When he met Olivia's gaze her saw that she was staring at his crotch. Well hello to you too, he thought to himself with a bigger grin. His grin disappeared when he felt something hit his skin. "Owww! What the fuck was that for, Liv?"
"Silence!" she bellowed.
"Silence my ass! You hit me with that thing one more time and I'll throw it out the...Owww!"
"I said silence!"
Fitz glared at her. Dominatrix Liv wasn't near as fun as he thought she would be.
"I told you to take off your clothes. But your underwear is still on."
"Fine! You want them off, I'll take them off. Keep that fucking black stick away from me. I mean it, Liv!"
Olivia leaned close to him and began whispering. "Did I hurt you, babe? I didn't mean to. I don't really know how to work this thing. I'm sorry. I'll try to be easier."
He couldn't help but smile. "You are so damn cute. Go back to being a badass, babe. It's kinda hot." he admitted.
"Really? It's not too over the top? I don't want it to be stupid."
He took the opportunity to touch her. Olivia in leather was super sexy! He couldn't help himself, he leaned down and kissed her hard as his hands continued to touch her. He pulled away from her mouth just as quickly as he had attached himself to it and whispered back, "trust me. It's not stupid. Fuck me up you, sexy woman! You promised!"
Olivia smiled at him before putting the stern look back on her face. He was crazier than she was. She gave him an inpatient stare and flicked her eyes down to his crotch again. He took the hint and kept eye contact with her as he slowly pulled them down and stood proudly in front of her without a stitch on.
Olivia licked her lips. Maybe she wasn't cut out for the dominatrix life? She wanted to attack his body, not hurt him. She stepped closer to him and gently put the whip to his skin as she slowly walked in a circle around his body. She planted little kisses on his skin wherever she pleased as she walked around him. One on his hip, another on his shoulder blade, another on his inner thigh, on his cheek. She saw his chest heaving and it made her feel proud to know she had caused that reaction in him.
"Liv? I just need to..."
She put her finger up to his lips and said, "Quiet. You are not in control here. Your needs come after my needs."
"Yea, ma'am." He grit his teeth. Fitz knew two things at this moment. One, that leather thing was going to be brought out a whole hell of a lot more often. And two, he was going to make her scream his name before the hour was up.
"Look at you learning. You're not just handsome. You're smart too." she cooed. "That deserves a reward."
Fuck yea! Reward me, Fitz wanted to yell! This game might not be so bad after all?
Olivia sank to her knees in front of him and grabbed his length. "No noises or I stop. Understand?" she asked.
What did she just say? Fitz's mind was a jumble of shit. Words! Say something you, dumbass! "Y..Ye...Yes ma'am." Oh my god why was that was so hard to say all of a sudden?!
And then Olivia took him into her mouth and the world faded away. He felt truly euphoric for a good ten seconds before she suddenly stopped. "What happened?" he demanded.
She gave him a sympathetic look. "You were making noises."
"No, I wasn't! Do it again! I won't! I promise!" he yelled.
"Are you raising your voice to me?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
"Couch. NOW!" she pointed to it.
He was still pissed he had fucked up getting oral by enjoying it! He was back to not liking this game at all! He plopped down and was surprised when Olivia straddled his lap. "Sometimes being punished is no fun for either person. Would you like a treat?"
"Yes, please."
She told him to remove the little leather thing. Fitz wasted no time taking it off.
"I'm not doing very good at this, but I'm feeling very greedy right now. I need you so bad." She settled herself over him and settled down on his lap, feeling every inch slide inside of her. They both groaned in satisfaction. "Oh god, that's soooo much better."
The next thing Fitz knew, Olivia had gripped his shoulders and began riding him like a woman possessed. And that was when his mind was firmly made up that he liked this game.
Monday morning started out to be a normal day. Fitz got up, made coffee, and got into the shower. Just like every other work day. He was grateful for the past three creative days his wife had shared with him. He got dressed and poured a cup of coffee to silently enjoy his morning routine.
He sat down at the table and went to open his laptop but noticed something sticking out from underneath it. He grabbed it and pulled it out. It was...a map?
He noticed it had writing on it. What was his little woman up to now? In her pretty handwriting it said:
Tonight is all about exploring each other
She was getting pretty damn good with this creative shit. She wanted to explore each other huh? He could get behind that. Hell, he would get behind that he thought with a smirk. If she was up for it, he'd make damn sure he was too. He went to the junk drawer and looked for a marker. When he found one, he put the lid in his mouth and pulled the marker from it. Underneath Olivia's words, in his barely legible left handed scratch he wrote:
Call me Magellan
He dropped the map on top of the table, put the marker back where he got it, and headed to work with a grin. It would do her some good to know he was looking forward to another night of sexy shenanigans.
He unlocked the door nine hours later with his curiosity at an all time high. He wondered exactly what she had in mind for him tonight? He'd been wondering about it all day long. Exploring each other. He had his own ideas of what that meant, but this Olivia called the shots. He just played by the rules.
"Is that you, Magellan?" he heard Olivia call out.
He picked up the mail and flipped through it quickly while muttering an answer to her question. "You expecting someone else?"
"Nope. Just you." She replied in a sultry tone.
Fitz looked up at her, expecting to see more sexy lingerie on his wife. Instead, he noted that Olivia had on some little bitty shorts and a tank top. Her hair was piled up on top of her head. How in the hell was he gonna be able to do the things he had envisioned all day long at work if she had clothes on?
He went back to the mail. "How was your day?"
"It was good. I won my case in court today."
He looked back up at her and smiled. "That's because you're amazing. Congratulations, babe."
"Thank you." She went closer to him and took the mail out of his hands. "I already looked through it. It's mostly junk, and it can wait."
This was what he had been waiting for. "What did you have in mind?"
Olivia took his hand and led him out of the kitchen. "Exploring" was all she said.
Fitz grinned as he was led away.
She led him beyond their bedroom and Fitz was more than a little confused. Where were they going? The further they walked he realized the only thing back here was the bathroom. Ahhhh, maybe Liv wanted to get things started with a shared shower? He could work with that!
When he stepped into the smaller room, however, the lights were off, and he instantly saw all of the candles she had lit. It was a wonder the shower curtain wasn't in flames. The tub was filled with water and Olivia led him to it. "Are we taking a bath?" he asked.
"We are."
This could be interesting too, he thought.
After she took her sweet time taking his clothes off, he stepped into the tub that was filled with steaming hot water. "Shit, this is hot!"
"You'll be able to stay in there a lot longer if it's hot now." she advised.
He gingerly sat down and leaned back against the wall of the tub, closed his eyes, and sighed heavily, loving the feel of the hot water on his skin. He immediately let go of all the preconceived notions he had enjoyed at work of how the evening would go. This was so much better. His wife was a genius.
"You sit in here and I'll be back to wash you up in a few minutes." Olivia told him.
His eyes opened and he looked up at her. "You're not getting in with me?" he whined.
"It's just a few minutes. Enjoy some you time. I'll be back. I promise." She leaned over the tub and gave him a soft lingering kiss. She wanted to drive him to the brink of wanting her to stay, but she had things to do. A little teasing never hurt anyone though. As predicted, he tried to grab her hand and pull Olivia into the water with him, but she was quicker and evaded his large hands. She was grinning at him when she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Five minutes later, he had just about dozed off when Olivia came back into the bedroom. The noise of the door opening startled him, and water sloshed in the tub, pushing some over the edge and onto the floor. "Nice nap?" she asked.
"I feel fantastic. This was a great idea."
"It was?" she asked with mock surprise. When would he learn that all of her ideas were good ones?
"MmmHmm. Come get in here with me. You've got some places that I'd like to explore, and I'm pretty sure you are desperate to get your hands on me too?" he said confidently.
"You think so?"
"MmmHmm. Come explore with me, Liv."
"I guess I've got a minute?" she teased.
He watched her as she got undressed, picking out the parts of her that he would be exploring first. When she was naked, he pulled her into the tub and said, "this is gonna take more than a minute."
"I was hoping you'd say that." she chuckled and began touching him under the water.
Tuesday morning Fitz was up before his alarm went off. Like the movie Ground Hog Day, he knew how this day would play out. He knew Olivia was in the middle of the bed, he knew he was hanging onto the edge of it by sheer determination, and he knew there was a clue for him in the kitchen somewhere. He slithered out of bed silently and went to look for it. He looked like a kid on Christmas Day.
On the kitchen counter, in front of the coffee pot, he found his clue. It was a Hershey's kiss with another note written by Liv.
Something for my sweet man to nibble on
There's more to come tonight. I'll take care of dinner
Something to nibble on? That could mean so many different things. He started the coffee as he thought about as many as he could. Fitz was grinning widely by the time he got out of the shower. One of those very inventive thoughts had to be close to what Olivia had in mind. He could wait. He'd been waiting as he went through the motions at work for the past few days. One more couldn't hurt.
He had to text her to let her know that he was running late that afternoon. Something had come up and he had to stay for a little while to get it straightened out. Of course this shit happened on nibbling night! Fucking idiots he worked with!
Finally, an hour and a half later, he came through the front door. He was tired, and for some reason he really wanted nothing more than to take a bath. He'd think about that later. "Liiiiiiiiii..." he started to call out, but the words died in his throat.
Olivia was lying on top of the kitchen table with something all over her. She picked up her head and looked at him. "Oh, hi. You're home!"
He slammed the door shut behind him and then locked it. "'Oh, hi. You're home?' Are you fucking insane? Somebody could have seen you!"
"Yea, but they didn't. Dinner's ready!" she sang with a smile.
He dropped his keys and went closer to look at her. "What the hell is all...Is that sushi?" he exclaimed.
"Yea. I told you I'd take care of dinner. I thought I'd make it interesting. And pretty too."
Interesting and pretty weren't the right words for it. He licked his lips as he walked around the table and eyed her. She had two California rolls sitting in her nipples, with more leading down the middle of her body. At her center, she had three of four pretty flowers sitting there as a covering and one of her legs was bent at the knee. She looked delicious, and it had nothing to do with the food laying on her naked form.
He spotted the chopsticks in her right hand and plucked them from her. "This could be your best idea yet."
"I'm glad you approve."
"I definitely do. And when I'm done eating dinner, I'll be having my dessert since it's right underneath it." he informed her.
"That's the plan, babe."
Fitz dipped his head and kissed his wife deeply. As he began to pull away, she craned her head trying to keep connection with his lips. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't spill my dinner."
"Are you really telling me what to do right now?" she asked.
He leaned down with his mouth open wide and scooped the food into his mouth, dragging his tongue across her left nipple. Fitz enjoyed the food, but not near as much as he enjoyed the noises that came out of his wife's mouth. "I am." he stated confidently when his mouth was empty again.
Olivia kept her eyes riveted on her husband's as she pushed her other breast towards him. This one is the same thing. I got your favorite."
"That was very thoughtful. Thank you, babe." Instead of eating what she was offering him, Fitz walked around the table, staring at her from every angle. "I'll get to it."
This was not the way Olivia had imagined this turning out. He was supposed to be at her mercy. He was supposed to be mesmerized by her naked body that had all the interesting parts covered up with food and flowers. He was supposed to be so excited about eating off her body that nothing else mattered because his wife was the smartest woman he'd ever met. Instead, he was stalking her like prey. He had a dangerous glint in his eye and a smirk on his face, as if he had the upper hand.
Her internal ramblings kept her so preoccupied that she missed seeing him suddenly lean over her navel and pick up the rolled food that was lying perfectly still there. The second she felt his mouth on her skin, she snapped back to attention. He wasted no time going for the one just above it as well.
"Why aren't you using the chopsticks, Fitz? It's what I got them for." she reminded him.
He looked at his hand, as if he had forgotten that he had been holding them the whole time. His smirk became bigger and his eyes zeroed in on her exposed nipple. Holding the chopsticks just so, Fitz lightly pinched the stiff bud between them and then released it. He repeated the process a few times until it became even stiffer. When her nipple was standing at attention for him, he quickly dipped his head and began sucking on it. Softly at first, and then he became more aggressive.
She tried to be still. She really did. But it seemed Fitz was doing his best to screw up the hard work she had put into preparing his dinner. "More" she whimpered and reached for him.
He had been enjoying torturing her so fully that he didn't even notice her tiny hands unbuckling his belt until he felt her trying to tug his jeans down. He released her nipple with a loud noise and said, "hey, hey, hey!"
"Whaaaaaaaaat?" she whined. "I want to play too!"
"You're the plate and plates don't play. But...fun fact about me, I was a picky eater as a kid, so I need to play with my food for a little while first. Then I'll eat it."
"Fitz, I swear to god if you don't..." she started to threaten.
He pulled the flowers off of her center, threw them on the floor, pushed her bent leg to the side, and slid a finger inside of her, moving it in and out of her. Fuck, she was sexy just like this! "If I don't what?" he asked.
"ohmygod!" she moaned as she gripped the edge of the table.
"What are you gonna do, Liv? Tell me" He leaned down and went back to sucking her nipple as his finger moved double time and his thumb began rubbing circles on her bundle of nerves. He felt her fingers grip his hair immediately.
"I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." She took a deep breath and then screamed, "Oh god!"
Fitz lifted his head slightly and blew on her nipple. "That's right. You do what I say not the other way around."
"More! Now!" she demanded as her chest heaved.
Fitz picked up the remaining five rolled up sushi rolls and set them on a plate on the counter. He grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and pulled it to the end of the table. Gripping Olivia's ankles, he jerked her to the end of the table and pushed her legs open wide before diving in with his mouth and fingers. He spelled his name on her most sensitive area as she writhed and moaned and exploded again.
He had never before been so thankful that his wife had eager fingers. While she caught her breath, he pulled the front of his undone jeans and underwear down over his narrow hips and drove into her without hesitation. Every time she called out his name it drove him to go faster and harder. He was rapidly pounding into her in no time at all until he grunted loudly and stilled.
Fitz promised to clean up the mess in the morning before he left for work. Olivia gave in on that point, but the two of them took a quick shower before falling into an exhausted deep sleep the second they both hit the bed.
Fitz looked everywhere for a clue on Thursday morning. He knew Olivia had one for him. He was just getting used to finding them all over the house. But he was having a hard time finding today's hint. She never hid them somewhere inconspicuous, but rather in plain sight for him to find. After a while, he gave up and left for work before he was late.
The entire day at work he thought about the lack of a clue in the house. The only conclusion he came to was that the little game was now over. On one hand, he was a little glad to know he could return to a full night's sleep for a change. Olivia had kept things spicy and interesting, but after a week of sexcapades, he was okay with things going back the way they had been before it all started.
On the other hand, he would really miss wondering what creative thing she was going to come up with for them to do together. They had spent every night in together and he felt closer to her than he had in a while. He also had enjoyed watching her dominant playful side come out more. If this was the end of their nightly fun, he wanted them to re-live some of them again whenever the mood struck.
He walked through the door carrying Chinese food for dinner. He put his keys in the bowl and set the food on the table, then hung up his coat. Turning back to the table, Fitz reached inside the bag to pull out their food when he saw a picture propped up against the centerpiece of the kitchen table. It was a polaroid.
He picked up the picture and saw his wife smiling at him and pointing to the left. She had on a bright red button up shirt with matching red lipstick and hoop earrings. She looked beautiful, just like she always did. Fitz looked at her extended finger and wondered what she had been pointing at? He also wanted to know when the picture had been taken? It looked recent. He flipped the photograph over to see if there was writing on the back. There was nothing. Weird.
Holding the picture between his fingers, he put it back where he found it on the table. He didn't even know if she was home yet. He looked towards the living room to call her name when he saw another picture. The food was left forgotten on the table as he went to the door frame where the picture appeared to have been taped. He gently pulled it free from the painted wood and pulled it to his eyes for closer inspection.
Something was different in this picture. Just slightly. He held onto it but went back to the table to retrieve the first photograph. He compared the two pictures. In the second picture, Liv had on the same shirt, but the top button was undone. She was smiling in this picture as well and once again her finger was pointing to the left.
Fitz lifted his head and looked in that direction. Over on the lamp shade another picture was taped. He grinned as he made his way to get it. This was Liv's fun for tonight. He wondered where she was. He decided to skip a few steps and dashed into their bedroom to surprise her.
But she wasn't there.
He went back into the living room to get the picture from the lamp shade. Olivia had undone another button on her shirt. There was only one button left and that meant she would either be naked in the next one or naked somewhere waiting for him. We wondered giddily which one it would be? He looked at her finger. It was pointing left again.
The only thing to the left was the window. He opened the blinds, wondering if the clue was up against the glass? There the next picture of Olivia was, taped to the outside of the window! Was she fucking crazy? Was she outside?
Fitz jerked on the string and the blinds immediately lifted all the way to the top. Fitz pressed his head up against the glass and craned his head looking down and as far up as he could see. She wasn't out there. He looked at the picture. All three buttons on her shirt were opened, and her finger was pointing up.
He looked up one more time. Olivia expected him to climb out on the fire escape? In February? In New York? Was she crazy?
Stomping into the kitchen, he grabbed his coat, opened the window, and began climbing out. It wasn't too bad out. The sun still hadn't set yet, so the heat it was giving off definitely helped a lot. Still, it was strange for a winter night, but he wasn't going to complain about it. He began climbing the stairs.
About halfway up, he saw another picture. He snatched it up and put it on top of the others in his hand before someone might see it. He realized the stupidity of his actions after he had already done them. He didn't care. He sat down on one of the steps and looked at the picture. Olivia had taken she shirt off!
She had one arm across her chest, effectively blocking his view of her perfect breasts. She wore a smirk now, and it taunted him from the still image. She was crazy as hell and he couldn't wait to get his hands on her. Olivia's finger pointed up. So up he went.
At the top of the stairs was the roof of the building. It was a wide open place and he glanced around for Olivia or the next picture. Anything! He didn't see either one of those things. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flicker. He turned his head and saw his crazy wife. She was sitting down, completely topless, holding the old fashioned camera towards her body, and had just taken a picture. And now she was giggling and had pulled a blanket or her coat on her shoulders.
"Is tonight crazy night?" He asked her.
"It may very well be." she said, still laughing. She handed him the picture.
As it came into focus, he noticed that her hand was no longer blocking his view. Her directionally instructive finger was bent and beckoning him close to her. Fitz slid the pictures into his coat pocket for safe keeping. And so he could pull them out and look at them whenever he wanted to. He grinned at the picture, and then down at his wife. "When I woke up this morning and didn't see a clue, I thought the fun was all over."
Olivia got to her feet and stood in front of him. "We are the most fun people on this damn planet. The fun is never over for us."
"I just meant..." he began.
"I know what you meant." she interrupted. "Tonight is the last night. I wanted to do something special for you for Valentine's Day, so I thought seven days of teasing and pleasing you would be different? It was fun to learn how to play poker with you, to let my inner dominatrix out for a little while, to text you creative sexy things, and all of the other fun things we did together."
"It's been a great seven days and you've made it the most memorable Valentine's Day ever for me. I know it was probably a lot to come home from work and pour all this energy into something for us to do every night. I love you for doing it all for me. It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me."
"Really?" she asked with a smile.
"Really." he assured her. "I love you."
"I love you too, babe."
"Can you tell me what the hell we are doing up here on the roof though?" he asked, looking around.
"You haven't guessed yet?" she asked with a playful grin.
"To test the fire escape to make sure it works?"
She stepped even closer and put her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek. "We are." She kissed his other cheek. "Having sex" She kissed his nose, and felt his arms go around her waist and pull her pelvis closer to his. "Up here."
"Reeeeally?" he asked with a lopsided grin. "Olivia Grant. If I didn't know you better, I'd swear you are turning in a sex-a-holic!"
"Just trying to spice it up." she said, looking up at him
"I don't think it can get much spicier, Liv." he said and pecked her lips.
"Hold me close. It's cold up here."
"Let me see." He pulled her away from his body slightly and while she whined, he looked at her hardened nipples. They could cut glass if necessary. "Let me warm you up."
He dipped his head and dragged his tongue up from the bottom of her breast, over her nipple, and back on top the smooth skin above it as his hand worked on keeping the other one warm. She turned into putty under his touch.
Thursday morning when Olivia woke up the house was quiet. Fitz had left for work a little while ago. The smell of coffee was still in the air and she went to the cabinet to grab a mug. As she poured herself a cup something caught her eye. On the counter was the card she had left out for Fitz to find this morning. He had opened it and stood it up on the counter. It made her smile to see.
It had been a great week, showing him how creative she could be. She had surprised herself in a few of her attempts. All in all, Fitz seemed to like seeing her fun and playful side emerge a little more. He had benefited just as much as she had. She sipped her coffee and also realized that she was glad the week was over. She was exhausted. She would never tell her husband what it took to carry out all of that creativity. It had been well worth all the effort to see the look on his face every night when he got home. But she was looking forward to sleeping late on Saturday morning without having to run around the house to put something on or try to remember where she had hid something in hopes that he wouldn't find it before it was time for him to see it.
She went to set her now empty mug in the sink and saw a little note beside it in Fitz's handwriting.
Be ready to go somewhere with me when I get home
Had he caught the creative romance bug? And why couldn't he wait until she had rested up some from this bout of creativity? She wondered what he had in mind? It could be anything knowing that man of hers. Still, even though she knew she had an eight hour day of work ahead of her, followed by a surprise trip with her spouse, she couldn't keep the smile off her face.
Where were they going? She knew it would be on her mind all day long.
Olivia always got home before Fitz. Always. She unlocked the front door, went inside, and changed clothes. And then changed again. And then wondered what the hell she should be wearing? Something dressy? Casual? What? She sent him a text to ask.
The front door opened, and Fitz walked in to find Olivia pacing in the kitchen and looking at her phone. "Hi."
"Hi." she said with a grin. "You didn't answer my text."
"You know how you've been thinking about this all day long. Trying to figure out what's going on? Where we're going? What the deal is?"
"Yea."
He pulled her into his arms and pecked her lips. "That's what I've been living with the past six days. One day won't kill you, babe. But as a female, I know you need to know these things to keep your sanity. Casual is best. You look perfect. And before you ask, you will not be under dressed. I promise."
"Will you tell me where we're going now?" She asked with a grin.
He pretended to think it over. "This is your Valentine's Day gift. I got us a room at the Waldorf with a California king size bed. We are getting couples massages innnnnnn..." he let go of her long enough to look at his watch. "An hour and a half."
"SHUT UP!" Olivia squealed joyfully.
"We are sleeping in late tomorrow morning and after eating brunch, I thought I'd take my favorite little Valentine out for some shopping. Wherever you want to go." He loved watching the smile on her face bloom. If he wasn't mistaken, the mention of the massage and sleeping late made her eyes glaze over. She was probably pretty tired from the past week too.
"Are you serious?"
"You spent so much time and energy into making the last six days unforgettable, that I wanted to do something small for you." he explained.
"This isn't small! This is amazing! I'm so excited, babe! Thank you! I've got to pack though if we're going shopping!"
"Abs came by and packed a bag for you on her lunch break today. We are good to go. If you're ready?"
"She did? You really thought of everything, didn't you?" She was touched.
"I tried to. If I forgot something, we'll just buy it while we're out. You ready to go?"
"Hell yes! Happy Valentine's Day, Fitz. I love you."
"I love you too. Happy Valentine's Day, Liv."
As they walked out the door with their bag, Olivia looked up at him and asked, "why did you get the California king? That's too big for just the two of us."
"Are you sure about that?" he asked, sliding his arm around her waist.