A/N: Hope y'all have enjoyed the last few chapters, and I'm beyond glad that those of you who are reading this have liked this story enough to make it here, to the 11th chapter! (I can't believe it's been 11 chapters already!) Warning: Explicit content. The first few paragraphs and the last few are necessary to the plot, however, the x-rated parts start soon after. Let me know what you think and keep up those reviews! I love reading them and I love seeing what you think and what you like to see in future chapters! Most of my ideas come from reviews, so if you want to see something, don't be afraid to ask! Now on to the story! Hope you enjoy:)
"Hey, Mel?" Fitz asked, gently rubbing his wife's back as they laid on the couch together, Mellie's head rested on her husband's chest. They had just gotten Teddy to bed, and were taking advantage of some much needed relaxation time. She made a small noise to let him know that she was listening, and he continued to speak. "The drinking. The drinking is an issue that we need to change. Both of us. I'm not going to be hypocritical and say that you're the only one that needs to control the drinking. I know I do too. And believe me, I know you had more than enough reason to drink last night...But I definitely think that we both need to work on decreasing how much we drink...Especially now that we're both being a lot more active in Teddy's life. He doesn't need to see us drunk."
Mellie just nodded, not saying a word to her husband. He was right, beyond right. About everything. They did need to stop drinking so much. She wasn't sure who was worse, her or Fitz. Fitz had nearly drank himself into oblivion a year ago, and he drank almost every night. Mellie didn't drink every night, but when she drank, she drank hard. She drank to the point where she was spilling every feeling she had ever had and telling it like it is. She drank to the point where lies didn't exist, and she told the truth about everything, and anything. Drunk Mellie told it like it was.
They laid there for a while, watching some movie that they had put on a while before. Neither of them were really paying attention, just lost in their own thoughts, in their own minds. All of a sudden, Mellie got up and went into the kitchen, and Fitz couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at how quickly she had gotten up. He was tempted to follow her, but he stayed out until he heard his name being called. "Hey, Fitz?" Almost immediately he got up and wandered into the kitchen, looking at mellie, who was just nonchalantly leaning against the counter.
"I've been trying to think of a creative way to do this, but days later, I have nothing, and I can't hold it back anymore. You've really proved to me that you are serious about wanting me back, and that you're serious about repairing our marriage. You've proved to me that you love me and that we're done playing games, and that you're going to be faithful to me from now on. You've proved that you've really changed and that you're going to treat me better. And I think we've both proved that we're in this until the end and we've both recognized our own faults and agreed to fix them. And I think that we're both in much clearer mind frames than we've been in recently." She took a deep breath and looked at her husband. "So, basically, what I'm saying, where I'm going with this...as if it wasn't clear already, I'm saying yes. I'm saying yes to fixing our marriage and to taking you back, and to eventually moving back into the Residence. You've done nothing but prove to me that you want me in the past two weeks, and that's all I've wanted for so many years...God, Fitz, that's what I've been hoping and praying for for so many damn years. And finally, I got it. And I know that's it not a dream now, and I know that it's real, and I couldn't possibly be more grateful. I couldn't possibly be happier. And it sucks that it took such a tragic and shitty situation to make this happen, but I'm grateful."
He hadn't expected her to say that. He hadn't expected this when he had gotten up to walk into the kitchen. He expected her to offer him something to eat, or ask if he was hungry, or ask if he would help her make something to eat as a midnight snack. This had been the absolute last thing that he had expected her to say. But as she had just put it, he couldn't possibly be more grateful. "Oh, Mels..." Fitz walked toward his wife, pulling her into his arms, into a tight embrace. After what she had just said to him, he never wanted to let her go. He never wanted to unwrap his arms from her again. He could stand here with her in his arms for the rest of his life and he would never have a complaint. He was never going to let her go again.
Fitz looked into her eyes and blue met blue for the few seconds before their lips crashed against one another. The kiss was innocent at first, but was deepened and became more passionate almost immediately. Fitz's hands tangled up in her hair as he kissed her like he would never kiss her again. He kissed her like their lives depended on it, like it was the absolute last kiss that they would ever share. Within seconds, his hands found their way out of his wife's dark brown curls and down to her ass, where he picked her up and carried her off to her bedroom. As he carried her, Mellie wrapped her legs around his waist, refusing to take her lips off of his. Their thoughts were the same at this moment; they had lost each other once, they weren't going to let it happen again.
As he laid her down on the bed, Fitz looked down at her, and she knew why he was staring. He was asking her if it was okay. His non-verbal communication was answered with Mellie's quiet verbal communication, her voice low and quiet. "Make love to me, Fitz."
Her words alone made Fitz feel a certain way that he had not felt in a long time. He couldn't pinpoint what that feeling was exactly, but he knew that he had only felt it in one other situation, albeit multiple different times. This feeling only occurred when he was being intimate with Mellie, when the two of them were with one another in their most vulnerable states. Fitz watched as Mellie sat up, and he could tell that she was reluctant to remove her clothing. The last time that he had seen her fully naked was the night that she had tried to pleasure him in the shower, and as a response, he had treated her badly, to say the least. "It's okay, Mellie." He whispered as he leaned down, planting kisses along her neck and her collarbone. After a few kisses, he pulled away so that she could remove her shirt. She pulled it over her head and tossed it in the corner, not breaking eye contact with her husband once.
As she removed her clothing, he removed his as well. Once she was sitting there in her bra and jeans, Mellie leaned forward and ran her hands down her husband's tight abs before she reached for Fitz's zipper, unzipping it slowly and pulling his jeans down his legs. Fitz watched her intently, kicking his pants off and under the bed. When he was left standing in his boxers, he removed her pants, ever so slowly in order to drive her crazy, and continued to go for her bra. He reached around her back and unclipped it, watching as it fell down her shoulders, and down her arms. It had been a long time since he had seen her naked, but God, was she still just as beautiful as she had ever been. He started to take her pink lace underwear off, but stopped when a realization had hit him. It was the first time that they would be making love since he had found out about the rape, about what his father had done to her. What if she didn't want him removing her clothing for her?
But, as always, Mellie had read his mind, and knew exactly what he was thinking as he stared at her waist. "Fitz." She reached forward, running her hand through his soft brown curls. "It's okay. I promise. I'm okay. Please keep going." And with her encouragement, he did. He leaned down over her, tugging the pink fabric down her creamy legs with just his teeth. As he had reached her feet and she kicked off the last bit of clothing that she had left on, he stood up to get a good look at her. This was it. This was his wife, laid out on the bed, completely bare for him. And in this moment, he realized that he couldn't be luckier.
"You're so beautiful..." He whispered, watching Mellie's cheek turn a rosy pink as he took off his boxers, tossing them into the abyss of their other discarded and forgotten articles of clothing. Fitz hovered over her, unable to stop looking at her. As he took his member into his hand and slowly slipped inside of her, Fitz remembered the first time that they had ever made love. He remembered not being able to look away from her, to quit looking at her. She was always breathtaking, no matter what. But there was something about her breathtaking body right before they made love that gave him butterflies. And she had never stopped having that effect on him, even throughout all that they had been through together.
Mellie gasped quietly, and she let out a soft moan as Fitz slid inside of her. He started to move slowly, unsure of exactly what Mellie would be comfortable with. Between being worried about the fact that he now knew of what happened between her and his father, and being worried about this being their first time in a very long time, he wanted this to go Mellie's way, and go how she wanted it to. After everything, she deserved that.
Mellie's mouth found its way to Fitz's, and between the friction of their tongues rubbing together and the feeling of being inside of her, Fitz wasn't sure if he was going to last very long. "Faster." Mellie whispered against her husband's lips, and he obliged, grunting quietly as he increased the pace. They were both trying to keep their moaning and noises down, considering that Teddy was sleeping in the room next to them, and the last thing that either of them wanted to do was wake him. Mellie moved her legs out further, and they both moaned in sync as Fitz plunged even deeper inside of her.
"Oh God..." She whispered, closing her eyes as Fitz's lips discovered her neck, and began sucking and biting at the skin ever-so-lightly. Fitz's pelvic bone rubbed softly against her clit, and a loud moan escaped her open mouth. "Baby, I-"
"Me too." Fitz mumbled against her neck, slamming his hips down against hers. She was moving in sync with him, and by her hitched breathing and her inner muscles slowly starting to tighten around his cock, he knew that he only had a few seconds before Mellie exploded. He took advantage of this as he brought his lips to her earlobe, sucking on it as he whispered to her. "I love you so much."
Almost immediately, Mellie let out a moan, and her muscles began to milk him. Her face scrunched up the way that it always did when she orgasmed, and she dug her nails into Fitz's back. Her orgasm set off his, and he shot his thick creamy seed deep inside of her, kissing her lips as the two of them rode out their climaxes. By the time that the pleasure had completely worn off, they were both seeing stars.
It took some serious recovery time, and it was minutes before either of them spoke. "I missed that." Mellie whispered, her breathing still not quite back to normal.
"Me too." Fitz responded as he looked over at his wife, who's bare chest was rising and falling at an unusually fast pace. He couldn't help but stare, and Mellie just laughed as she pulled the sheet over her chest. "You're so adorable."
She blushed, rolling over on her side so that she was facing him. She wasn't sure how she should ask this question, but she decided to just ask it however it chose to come out. "Do you want to stay here tonight?"
Fitz's response was quick, as if he didn't even have to think about it. "There is nowhere else I would rather be, Mels." He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head before climbing out of bed. Mellie wondered where he was going, but before she had the chance to ask, he tossed her a clean pair of underwear and a t-shirt. "Just in case Teddy comes in in the middle of the night."
Mellie nodded, getting dressed in what he had handed her, and waiting for him to lie back down. When he did, he immediately wrapped his arm around her, pulling her warm body as close to his as possible. She laid her head down on his chest and closed her eyes, and within seconds, she was out like a light. Fitz watched her, gently rubbing her back as her breathing slowed. He was about to fall asleep, but before he did, he thanked his lucky stars for her, and for letting her give him another chance, for letting her say yes. He refused to screw it up this time.
