Hello my #Pumpkins. Yes you are seeing a SECOND update from me in ONE night. What can I say, I'm in a giving mood.

Oh do this writer a favor and do not read it with any little gladiators around. You never know if I turn the HEAT up or not. And this fic is rated M after all.

Happy reading and leave me #SomeFluff on the flip side.

Me's

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Chapter 11: Time To Accomplish Wonders

"Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone- We find it with another." – Thomas Merton

Lots and Lots of Fluff…

"Fitz," Olivia giggles as he lifts her body placing her on the kitchen marble counter. She's on the island in the center of their massive kitchen. He promised he'd make her lunch but every time he waltzes by his new bride, he cannot help himself but kiss her. His is on his honeymoon with Olivia, his wife, in their home, how can he NOT kiss her.

His lips are already seeking hers out again. "Stop," sheltering her lips from his kisses. But he continues to cajole her to pucker up.

"Hell no woman," he bellows stalking Olivia her like prey. "You are my wife. We are ALL alone. There's no way I'm not going to kiss you every chance I have Mrs. Grant," he teases then winks. "Now gives me a kiss."

She giggles like a school girl at his word choice. She never thought they would ever get here – home in Vermont and be this utterly happy and content. She'd swear this is all a dream, if it wasn't for their wedding just the other day. And of course the ogles of pictures Abby swore she took.

"I'll give you more than a kiss Mister if you feed me," she places her hands on her shirt and picks the buttons. "If you remember kind Sir, I not wearing a bra." His eyes raise. He gulps.

"I know," he groans. "Or panties," he shifts his weight attempting not to get aroused.

"So," she reaches for him quickly yanking him into her. Their bodies crash together. She leans back on the island as she adjusts to his weight. "Feed your hungry bride lunch so you have me six ways to Sunday any place you desire." The front of Fitz's jeans twitch at her words.

"Six ways to Sunday huh," his hands move to her bottom. "So what happens tomorrow," he inquires because it's Sunday.

"Anything you want," she smirks as gazes up at her husband with hooded eyes. He begins to lean down first to kiss her but she places her fingers over his lips. "Ah huh," waving her finger in front of his face. "Make me lunch then you can kissy-kissy me whenever and wherever you want."

"You are so mean to me," he grumbles. She shrugs her shoulders but kisses him quickly anyway. It's fast, quick as if they have been married for twenty years not two days. He sighs when they separate. "I love you Madame First Lady," his eyes lock with hers.

"I know Mr. President," she playfully shoves him then points to the fridge. He staggers to get his balance back not expecting it. She points to her stomach. "Feed me Sexy then," her hands travel up her legs stopping at her warm center. His gulps. "Then," her voice drops to a level of pure lust, "I'll feed you."

Her fingers touch herself intimately through her jeans. His mouth falls open as his eyes take in his wife push against her wetness. The site is beautiful and he wants her already. Fitz falls backwards into the fridge watching her pleasure herself over her pants. Her nimble fingers leave no area untouched. If he was not aroused before, he is now. He's already straining to be freed from the confines of his pants.

He gulps. "Liv," he croaks.

"Yes," she breathes.

"If you don't stop," he warns. "I'll begin eating you right now."

"Are you threatening me," she pauses. "Your new wife," her fingers lift her shirt to unbutton her jeans. Before she can bring her zipper down, he is too her. Before she can protest, his lips attach to her and their kissing. His tongue dives into her mouth only heightening his need to have her any way she'll allow.

"Fitz," she groans as they rub against the other's jeans.

He pulls her forward so her center is just over the edge of the counter. He rubs himself against her center but it's not enough. His hands leave her face as begin to unzip her jeans. Soon they are unzipped and her hips arch upwards to allow his fingers to enter her. She is so wet and hot for him.

He groans as she unbuttons his jeans and grabs onto his hardened member. He purrs into her mouth as he feels her five long fingers touch his hot skin. Her ministrations, the up and down movement causes his hips to gyrate, needing the extra friction to aid the release his knows is coming.

"Livy," he murmurs. "This feels," he utters lost in his words. His eyes roll back in his as her fingers touch his tip.

"Feels what Fitz," she exhales, as he finds her own special spot. Her legs open wider. She wants him to rip her pants off and have her now. This is NOT going to be enough. His eyes widen as she pushes him away and quickly sheds her jeans. "Take off your pants," she commands.

The lust and desire in her voice spurs him to work quickly. He sheds his jeans and in one quick moment she's on the counter, with legs open wide to take him into her channel. He licks his lips as her fluids appears on her lower lips. He lurches forward, entering her without warning.

"FITZ," she screams as his hands palm her bottom then move her in languid strokes over his shaft. Her voice echoes through their room as her nails dig into his shoulders. It warms him from the depths of his soul. He's imagined this moment since he had the house built. Now it's happening.

He's making love to Olivia, his new wife. They smile as their kisses continue to deepen. "You feel incredible. So good."

"So do you," she mutters. Her voice creaks as he fills her completely, "Harder Fitz," she begs digging her nails into his shoulders.

Quickly their ministrations match. His fingers reach between their sweaty bodies finding her sensitive nub. He flicks it against his member making Olivia sever their kiss and lay back on the counter. Fitz other hand runs up her shirt.

He quickly makes work of the buttons exposing her bare chest to him. His own shirt is pulled off over his head in one fluid motion, thrown onto the floor. His mouth attaches to her breast. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, as his hand plays with the other.

She allows him to have his way with her body, pumping in and out of her harder and deeper than she's ever experienced with any other man before. Her hands grasp the kitchen island as his mouth latches onto her other nipple. He takes it between his teeth, licking, swirling it in his mouth. His other hand finds the other, and plays with it.

"Fitz," she moans. "I'm so close. Please don't stop. I need it and you desperately."

"Livy," he groans deeply watching her back begin to arch of the kitchen island. In one quick action she kissing him hard. Her hands travel to his bottom assisting him in his trusts. "Christ," he grumbles as her walls begin clamp around him. He feels every vein, bump in her soft canal.

In a few quick deep thrusts she is crying out in passion. Her body sucks him in deeply causing Fitz to find his release harder than he's ever had before. He draws her close as they both ride out this wave of passion. When he thinks he does not have any more left in him, his manhood shoots more into her.

When they both finally relax enough, he begins to place sweet loving kisses on her lips. He lifts his head after a few more short pecks, losing himself within her warm chocolate eyes. His gaze unnerves her. She buries her head into his neck.

Before she hides from him, he lifts her face to gaze into her eyes. "Hi Mr. Grant. Welcome home," she bashfully murmurs.

"Hi Mrs. Grant. Welcome home to you too," he grins like a teenager who just got lucky for the first time. He dislodges himself from her body, and raises his pants. He reaches for his shirt. But she stops him. "No shirt."

She looks him up and down like he's fresh meat. "I like seeing my husband this way." Now it's his turn to blush. He walks to her. She jumps off the counter sauntering past him. He groans staring at her naked behind and just hidden breasts behind the shirt.

"The feeling is mutual," he sighs. He watches her locate her suitcase and pull on a skirt which happens to be very short. She spins to face him. His eyes rake over her body. He shifts his stance as she sways back to him. She snakes her arms around his body. Their naked chests touch. His head lowers and his lips touch her bare shoulder.

"Fitz," she warns. "We can't."

"Yes we can," he whispers beginning to lift her off the floor.

"No we can't," she protests. "You promised me lunch. Instead we…,"

"Had a Nooner on the kitchen counter," he chastises. "I could definitely eat," he points out beginning to raise her short skirt.

"Oh no," she slithers away from his spaghetti arms. Then it hits her. "Fitz we just broke in the kitchen."

He laughs. "Yes my love we did" he wiggles his eye brows.

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Marshmallow Crème

She rolls her eyes. They clean up from their mess, including the counter, and Olivia sits back watching Fitz gather items out of the fridge for lunch. He places them on the kitchen island by her. Her eyes raise at his food choice unsure of what he could be making.

She picks up the white plastic container, with the word "Fluff" on it. "And where do you think you are putting this stuff," she grumbles.

He stops as he places the white bread and peanut butter on the counter. "Don't tell you have never heard of FLUFF Mrs. Grant," he asks rather surprised.

She leans forward on the island. "Umm no." She picks up the container and examines it closely. "What is this stuff," she asks making some disgruntled noises. When she asked Fitz if they could have lunch this is not what she had in mind. Granted she is no chef, and from campaigning with Fitz, he can cook pretty well. He made her many meals on the trail, and at the Ranch.

"This STUFF my beautiful new bride," he snickers as her disgusted expression, "is perhaps the best marshmallow crème you'll ever taste."

"Fitz I don't like sweets remember," she reminds him.

"You like me don't you," he quips.

"No I don't," she answers. He pouts. She reaches for him, pulling her new husband in between her legs. Her hands grasp his face gently. "YOU Mr. President I love so very much." Her words catch him off guard. Before she very rarely expressed her love, but now since they married, he notices she tells him more.

He pulls her to him quickly, making her gasp out loud. His travel up to cradle her face in his large hands. "Say that again," he smirks. She squints. "I love hearing you tell me how much you love me Livy."

She smirks. "I," she kisses is cheek.

"Love." She plants a kiss on his opposite cheek.

"You." This time she kisses his lips.

She lingers her lips on his, as Fitz draws her closer. His hands shift her weight and she's leaning on the counter. He already wants to forgo lunch all together bring his new bride upstairs to bed. Her lips leave his, then trail over to his ear.

She whispers, "But right now I'm not sure I like you. What the hell is this FLUFF-STUFF used for?" Her no bull shit tone causes Fitz to laugh. Its sound echoes through the kitchen and the rest of their home. She pitches him. "Ow," he bellows.

"What is this Fitz," she snips.

"This is Fluff Livy," she squints.

"Fluff," she winces. He snickers. He opens the container to show her what it looks like. He eyes it urging her to touch it. The look of it grosses her out. She cringes.

"Stick your finger in it," he pleads with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Um no," she answers flatly.

"Oh come on touch it," egging her on further. She shakes her head vigorously no. He reaches for her hand. "This Fluff stuff is not going to hurt you."

"Fitzgerald I am not sticking my finger in there," she challenges in a taut voice.

"Please I'll make it worth your wild," he suggests wiggling his eye brows. She wraps her arms around herself. He steps to her with his hands together in front of his bare chest. She cannot help but ogle his fine pecs. "Touch it."

"No."

"Touch it Mrs. Grant," he commands in a gentle but seductive tone.

"I said no," she huffs. "You touch it."

He exhales. She is being so stubborn but to tell the truth he loves it and her. He places his finger in the white creamy marshmallow and licks it off his finger. "See I touched it and I am still alive."

"For now," she groans.

He silently laughs. "Now will you do it, for me," he steps into her space. His hands reach under her open silk shirt. He can sense the beginning of his arousal. His hands begin to travel up her chest to her firm breasts. She stops him. His hands then find the base of her back and nestle on her tailbone.

The small circles on her back begin to relax her. He can feel her resolve weakening. "What will I get out of this Mr. President?"

"Whatever you want Madame First Lady," he presses his forehead to hers then kisses just underneath her ear. Her legs weaken. He touches his nose to the side of hers. "Please Livy."

"Fine," she acquiesces. "This shit best not kill me." Now he laughs. He turns her in his embrace but wraps his arms around her. His large hands cover her stomach. Fitz then rests his head on her shoulder. He nudges her with his nose and slowly she reaches her hand forward sticking her finger in the Fluff.

It's cold, clammy, and sticky. "Ew…," she whimpers pulling her finger out. She attempts to walk to the sink but Fitz holds her in place. His hand finds her and slowly placing her finger in his mouth, sucking the FLUFF off her finger. Their eyes lock as he presses his erection into her bottom.

"Fitz," she purrs in a breathy tone. She begins to pant as his tongue swirls around her finger. "Stop," she exhales trying to get him to release her finger. He releases it with a loud POP. He winks. "I hate you right now."

"Liar."

He laughs. She reads the container to see where it's made. "It's made in Massachusetts," he begins to explain. "When I went to law school in Harvard, the local residents used it on Fluffernutter sandwiches."

"Fitz what the hell is a fluffernutter sandwhich," she booms. "This is NOT the first meal I envisioned my new husband would be making me." The whine in her voice makes Fitz chuckle.

"Just watch and trust me you will love it," he kisses her nose. He turns her around and escorts her to a bar stool close by.

"I better or you ain't getting any more sugars tonight," she points out as her hands cross over her chest. His eyes raise at her words.

"And if you love it, then what," he challenges. "Can I have you as much as I want, any way I want?"

She eyes him. "I suppose so but no funny business Mister."

"You wish is my command by blushing bride," he cajoles. She exhales deeply then eyes him making their sandwiches. One the first slice of bread he does peanut butter, then spreads the Fluff on the second slice. He places the two pieces together then cuts each their sandwiches in half.

He places hers in front of her, then his own with a drink. "Now what," she asks poking it like it's a bug. Fitz stifles a laugh. He loves teasing her relentlessly.

"I feed it to you Sweetheart," he insists. He pulls a piece off her sandwich then raises it to her mouth. She scrunches her nose at the small piece looking at it as if it's a giant bug he's attempting to feed her.

"Ew," she cringes just looking at it. "I can feed myself."

"Trust me it's better this way," he murmurs. "Please….," He touches her lips with his fingers hoping to urge her into allowing him to feed her. Her shoulders slump as she exhales. She nods caving to his request. "Now open wide Mrs. Grant, this will be an experience you'll never forget."

She gazes at him with a quizzical look in her eyes. "Are you playing me Grant?"

"Not yet but I plan to after lunch," he teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "Come on." She huffs but slowly opens her mouth. She clamps shut her eyes as he moves towards her face with the bite. He places the tiny morsel in her mouth but she won't chew it. He nudges her knees and finally she closes her mouth.

Her body quivers before him. "Livy," he pesters her to chew and swallow it.

Her eyes flip open and she growls. Fitz laughs. He raises is eyes and finally she begins chewing it. Olivia eyes widen as her mouth chews through the bread mixing the peanut butter and fluff together. It's a taste she's never experienced. The semi-sweet peanut butter with the extra sugary Fluffy cream.

He slowly watches her facial expression change from "ew this is icky" to "this isn't have half bad," then finally to "I like it."

After she swallow it she does her best to hide the small smile threatening to emerge on her lips. Fitz of course knows it, but cannot miss the opportunity to kiss her lips. Their eyes zone in on the others as he pulls away. "Well," he bumps their noses together.

"It's okay I suppose," she acquiesces.

"Olivia," he simpers. He hands instantly go to her sides and he begins tickling her. She begs him to stop in between breaths.

"Fitz stahhhhhpppp." Her hands go to her sides in a vain attempt to get him to release her. But his fingers dig in continuing to tickle her. He lifts his hand and going for her bikini line. His fingers make it before she can prevent it. "Fitz pleeeeese …."

"Say it Livy," he commands watching her fall apart.

"Okay fine. I really like it okay. It's good," she admits. Fitz finally stops then places himself in between her legs. A huge cheesy grin appears on his face. "What?"

"You know what this means right," she pauses just before he kisses her lips. "It means I get to have you anyway I want and as much." Her heart rate quickens as she licks her lips.

"So feed me Mr. President," her hands travel over his naked chest, then up to hair. "Then you can have me," she purrs. Fitz smirks as he lifts pieces of her sandwich into her mouth for her to eat. She in turns returns the gesture. However as he places the last little morsel in her mouth, Olivia sucks it off his finger. His legs begin to wobble as his member becomes hard in his pants.

"Liv," speaking in a wobbly tone.

"Yes," she breathes as her hands make their way into his jeans. His eyes grow large as she begins to stroke him. He is barely holding it together. How can one touch for this woman stir a fire within in that no amount of cold water could vanquish. His hands travel to her bottom pulling her bottom to the edge of the bar stool.

He steps into her widening her legs. He grinds against her warm naked core against his now painful arousal eager to have her again, but this time he will not play fair. He will play to win. He hoists her quickly on the counter. A devilish smirk graces his face as his fingers dip into the Fluff. Her eyes raise now realizing where this is going. She's eager to oblige.

She opens her shirt then allows to fall to the floor. Fitz places the white creamy marshmallow on her nipples then lowers his head to lick, and suck every drop off. She's writhing and grinding her hips against his jeans aching for his mouth elsewhere.

His hand reaches over dipping into the Fluff. His mouth travels down her chest, to her bikini line, then stopping just over her warm center. She lays back on the counter, then raises her legs completely spreading herself open. His mouth is parched seeing her own fluids in her lips aching to be licked off.

His fingers begin to touch her intimately smearing the marshmallow all over her core. He leaves no area bare. He licks off whatever he has on his fingers. The taste of her is too much for him to resist any longer. His mouth and tongue dive into her thick, slick walls beginning to eat her out like he's never done in the past.

Her senses go into hyper drive as he flicks and pulls her sensitive nub into his mouth. He is not gentle at all. Her back arches off the marble as her husband continues to make sure nothing is left on this delicate area. Then his hot tongue travels to her lower shaved lips. He tastes every precious once of her sweet nectar not willing to waste a drop.

Then without warning his tongue dives into her moist channel. He is gorging himself on her like he a man famished. His strokes are not gentle but quick, fast, and sharp leaving no small area untouched. Each drip of her fluid entering his mouth is like an aphrodisiac urging him not to stop until she is panting his name.

He drinks, laps, sucks almost every drop until she can feel her losing the battle within. "Scream my name Mrs. Grant," he commands lifting his face. She meets his hooded eyes. "I want to hear you."

"No not like this. I am so close Fitz. I need it, you inside. I…," she lost in her words as his fingers slip inside her touching her in places he's never reached before.

"Let go Livy," he states in a hoarse tone.

"No," she whimpers holding herself back.

"Why," he asks with his lips just over her warmth.

"Fitz…,"

"Why Olivia….," he growls.

"Because I want my husband inside me when I come," she growls sitting up quickly. His eyes raise seeing a passion in her eyes he has not seen before. His fingers continue to move in and out of her channel. She yanks him up and begins stripping him out of his jeans. "Now come here and...," her voice brakes.

"And what," he hovers the tip of his manhood outside her entrance. His own watery mix is beginning to leak out of his burning chute. He too is on the verge is exploding watching her hand go to her hard nipples twisting them against her own fingers. "Say it Olivia and I swear I'll make you come so hard you'll see stars."

He teases her moving his painful erection over her entrance. She grabs his hand stopping him from moving against her. "Fitz I swear if you don't get inside me right now and take me hard and fast I am going too….FITZ," she screams as he enters her hard and fast.

"Fuck," he groans as her walls tighten and simultaneously force him deeper filling her to the brim.

"GOD YES DON'T STOP," she cries out as he drives in and out of her sizzling center as a pace she is beyond ready for. Her feet brace themselves on his hips changing his angle just right. He's hitting her G-spot. She sits up quickly wrapping her arms around his neck then crash her lips into his in a fiery storm of passionate kisses.

He braces his hands against the island as he ruthlessly drives impelling in and out of her. Her moans, cries, and sighs spur him on to increase his pace. "FITZ," she weeps as her body moves in time with his. This beyond what they did in the White House after she made him breakfast. "Harder."

"Livy….," he purrs. "I don't want to…."

"You won't hurt me," she pleads against his lips. "I need you. IT. I want more."

Her hands travel down his back grabbing his bottom. She begins to show him with her hands there what she wants. "Dammit," he begins to feel himself losing all will power to release himself.

"Don't stop. You feel," she lost in her words as the hardest orgasm she's ever experienced begins to bubble in her stomach.

"Livy," he coos feeling his own release beginning.

"FITZ," she screams his name as she clamps down after one more powerful thrust. The squeezing is too much for Fitz and explodes deep into her walls. Her coats her thoroughly leaving not one area bare.

Fitz collapses on top of her. He large hands cup her soft face. Her eyes flutter open and meet his dazzling blue. The smile that appears on both their faces match the other. He bestows kisses all over her face then lips languidly with his tongue bringing them both down from their high. He continues to kiss her this way until they both stop shaking.

"Hi," he exhales kissing her nose.

"Hi," she responds burying her face against his own completely embarrassed. "Fitz,"

"Mmmmm," he kisses her again.

"I'm sticky," she can feel the Fluff on her and of course now it's on him. He pulls out of her then grabs a quick towel to wipe them both. Obviously it's not enough. "I need a shower."

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Accomplish Wonders...

"You wish is my command," he grins as he reaches for her honeymoon style.

"FITZ," she chastises as he trots up the stairs to their bedroom, and into their massive shower. "Hey I didn't get a chance to see our room," she whines.

"You'll see it when we're done Mrs. Grant," he places her on the counter turning the water on. As it heats up, she glances around the bathroom. The walls are made of white marble, reaching down to tile work on the floor. She can see hints of black speckled marks through the craftsmanship of the marble.

The towel bars, curtain robs, faucets on the double sinks are all platinum hand made locally. Her eyes glance up and widen. "Fitz there's a sky light in our master bath."

He chuckles. "Yes Sweetheart," he reaches into their shower. The temperature is almost right. She furrows her brows. "We can see in out but no one can see in. It's a special two way window."

"Really," she gasps.

"Yes Livy really," he quips. He smiles at the water reaches the correct temperature. He steps to he and lifts her off the counter. She does not protest to her being carried into their shower because she loves him, no THEM this way. He steps into the multiple jet cascading water with her in his arms.

"Shit your hair," he flinches.

"It's okay Fitz," she kisses his lips reassuring him. "You got that FLUFF stuff in it."

"Oh," he winks. "Well let me help in washing it out then for you Mrs. Grant. You know I can't get enough of playing in these beautiful natural curls of yours."

"Among other things Mr. President," she groans as his hands begin to shampoo her scalp. It feels good as he massages working her shampoo through every curl and wave. Fitz grins as she steps back into the water for the soap to wash out. She hands him her lavender conditioner, and he lathers it into her hair. "Fitz," she exhales as his fingers work it through her hair.

"Livy," he leans down getting her soap for her body. As he begin to wash her perfect body, he kisses her face. Her hands raise around his neck and they begin kissing. It's not sexual but he just MUST kiss her. As they give each other open mouthed kisses, his hands work her body wash all over her body. He massages it everywhere, ensuring there is no Fluff left behind or area not clean.

"This feels so good," she admits when they break their kiss.

"You feel so good. I can't believe you are mine," he admits in a gruff tone. He sees her rings sparkling under the water. "God Livy I love you so much," he utters as his voice breaks.

"I know," she grins kissing his lips again. "Come on my turn," she insists reaching for his own soap. His hair is barely wet and she giggles seeing Fluff in his curls. Fitz picks up on it and shrugs his shoulders. She washes his hair with his shampoo and then uses her hands to massage his soap into his body.

"Christ," he braces himself against the wall with her in front of him. He buries his face into her neck as she rinses the soap from his body. "Your hands Livy." He is at a loss for words as he touches him everywhere. He is not aroused but his body is craving her touch. When she finishes she kisses him. He draws her close holds her tightly under the stream of water.

She breaks it then nestles her head on his bare chest as the water wets them both. He sways them from side to side allowing the hot water to relax them both.

She lifts her head to look into his eyes. The smile that emerges is one of pure happiness and contentment. "Come on," she urges for them to step out and dry off. She turns the water off and she steps out first. She dries him off first then and he returns the favor. As she hangs both their towels up, he scoops her up in his arms.

"I'm taking my wife to bed now," he murmurs in a velvety tone.

"Are you now," she jests as he carries her into their bedroom.

"Ah huh," he hums as he places her gently on their massive king sized bed. He adjusts the covers and slides them both underneath. She sits up taking in the room. From the perfect coral colored walls with drapery to match, to the plush soft carpeting even their bedding, she's in awe. The duvet has the color of the walls in its detailing.

Then her eyes travel to the fireplace. Her hands go over her heart as she sees a wedding photo of them feeding the other cake. Their hands are positioned by their mouths ready to feed the other. There is this look of pure GLEE on their faces. Then next to it is another with the entire wedding party and attendants.

His arm reaches behind her brining her head down on his chest as he lays back himself. "How did," he already grasps what she sees.

"One of the agents I trust who is very close to Tom brought it up here. Abby had a few extra developed and brought here. She even picked out the frames for me." Olivia laughs quietly. "She figured we'd want something up here."

She raises her head to look in his eyes. His hand instantly goes to her semi-wet hair. He will not let her wrap it. He loves it this way. He fingers begin to comb through her long loose flowing curls. "You need to give Abby a raise after all this you know," she moans in delight.

He smirks. "Oh trust me I have plans for her Mrs. Grant. I'd would have been lost with her. I owe Abby for making me realize that life is short. I needed to get off my ass and marry you," he answers with conviction. "It is the best advice anyone ever gave me Livy because now you are my wife."

She inclines herself over his face. Her hair falls to the sides just gracing his cheeks. He loves it. His hand reaches up to cup her face. "Say that again," she whimpers.

His hand now holds the back of her head. "You Olivia Carolyn Grant, are my wife. And WE together are going to accomplish wonders." Fitz looks into her eyes deeply.

"We are," she breathes. He nods. "How? No one knows we are married yet. And when they do, holy hell is going to break loose Fitz."

"Don't you worry about it," he urges with a kiss on her brow "It's a surprise," he kisses her lips. "Now close your eyes and rest. If you recall I'm taking my wife out on date tonight. I already set my watch for a two hour nap. We'll get ready separately."

"Separately," she asks. "Why. It's not like you haven't seen me naked Fitz."

He laughs. "I know. I just want to be surprised as to what you're wearing Livy." She smirks. "Can I make a request," she bumps his nose waiting for him to continue. "Dress lightly."

"Huh?"

"No panties or bra," he teases. "Then I have easy access for after dinner."

"Fitz" she playfully shoves him away from her. But he rolls over then hovers over her naked body. Her hair fans out behind her on the pillow. "You ain't feeding me that Fluff Shit again are you?"

Her remark causes him to laugh out loud. "Nope. No more Fluff Shit. I'll save that for another day."

"What you mean by accomplishing wonders…"

"Well Mrs. Grant, we are on our honeymoon so anything is possible. And of course that will happen once you tell me you are carrying our child," he then lifts the covers to kiss her bare stomach. "I'm hoping one is already there."

She raises his head then brings their lips together for a sweet sensual kiss. She does not deepen it not wanting to get carried away. "There's hope," she breathes out as her warm brown eyes connect with his. "It's what I would like more than anything."

"I'm counting on it," he answers as he positions himself on his back helping her nestle her head over his heart. His wraps his arms around her body holding her tightly in his arms. "I'm never letting you go again Livy. Not now. Not ever."

She kisses his sternum just over his heart. "I don't want you to," she buries her face into his chest. He smells so good – a combination of spice and evergreen. His arms around her feel like heaven. "You're my husband," she murmurs. "And my symbol of hope."

"Livy," he creaks remembering those words he said to her while they were on the Truman Balcony last night. He feels her relaxing. Her eyelids become heavy. "Rest Sweetheart the alarm will wake us." She nods. He lifts her head to gaze into her sleep eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too Mr. President," she mutters softly as her body finally succumbs to sleep in his arms taking Fitz with her. They both dream of their date, a life in Vermont to come, babies, and the utmost hope one day soon it will become a reality and accomplish wonders.

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And accomplish wonders they shall…TBC…

Yes that is it for this update (and you'll get more on their honeymoon.) I know you all aching to know what Fitz has planned for their date.

The FLUFF I referenced in this chapter is real folks. I grew up eating Fluffernuter sandwiches. They are the bomb. But now I'll never eat one the same way again.

Leave me your thoughts and if you are eager for more…

Have a good weekend and thank you for reading…Me's