Fireworks
July Fourth had snuck up on her out of the blue like Christmas Day usually did. The summer holiday required almost just as much preparation as the huge winter one, but at least the weather was a lot more agreeable in Olivia's opinion. Thankfully, she and Fitz weren't hosting the cook out this year so her stress wasn't near as high. She wondered how things were going at Stephen and Abby's house right about now and how many times they had argued already this morning. She would have to call and check on them when she got home.
She was standing in line at the grocery store, patiently waiting to pay for the items she planned to bring to the cookout. The store was a madhouse filled with people scooping up lots of alcohol, meats to grill, and every last can of baked beans in the place. Olivia hadn't been able to get her hands on a shopping cart because they were all in use. Instead, she had to settle for lugging around a bright red plastic basket during her visit. She ended up pushing it around with her foot when her arms grew weary of holding the basket laden down with stuff. Olivia hoped she'd be in and out within a matter of minutes.
The joke had been on her.
Part of the problem was that Olivia had waited until the day of July Fourth to buy what she needed. The other part of the problem was so did almost everyone else who lived in town apparently. None of them had any patience and angry words about opening another register and what the hell is taking so long were muttered by other people in the checkout line. She took a deep breath in and continued to wait in the long line. Everyone seemed to be forgetting that it was only ten thirty in the morning and that nothing of significance would happen until it was dark much later on. She wondered where all of the impatience and rudeness were coming from.
A baby began to cry somewhere in the line, and every already irritated person turned their head to see what the matter was. Olivia spotted the little bundle of cuteness dressed in pink, crying at the top of her lungs. The baby didn't look to be more than a year old. She was not happy about something. Probably tired, hot, ready to go home – or all three. Her mother looked young, stressed out, and embarrassed at being responsible for the wailing sound reaching everyone's ears in the store. The two of them were in front of Olivia.
Without being obvious about staring at them, Olivia could hear the mother trying to get her baby settled and quiet, but nothing was working. She had tried food, toys, and holding her. All to no avail. Even though she knew absolutely nothing about babies, Olivia felt like she had to offer some kind of help. She was trying to figure out exactly what she could do that wouldn't come across as completely creepy to the young mother.
She went with her gut.
Stepping from behind her own buggy she went to the one in front of her. With a big smile on her face, Olivia said, "hello. She looks awfully upset. Is there anything I can do to help?"
The young mother's embarrassment kicked up a level and she began to stutter over her words. "Ummm, I...well...I don't think so. Thank you though."
"Are you sure?" She asked sympathetically. "You look like you could use a little help."
The baby stopped crying at the sound of Olivia's voice, so she gave her attention to the little beauty being held in her mother's arms. "Hiiiii." she chirped. "What's your name?"
The mother eyed Olivia cautiously and must have figured that she wasn't a threat because she looked at her daughter and said, "say my name is Charlotte."
Olivia smiled at the mom and then at the daughter. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
The baby sniffed and looked at Olivia intently.
"I don't think she knows what to make of me." Olivia chuckled.
"I don't think she knows what to make of me half the time either." the young mother admitted.
The baby looked at her mother and grinned.
"Noooo, she knows exactly who you are and what you mean to her. Don't you, Charlotte? That's mommy huh?" Olivia cooed.
"Hey lady! It's your turn. Come on!" a grouchy voice behind the two women interrupted.
Both women turned to glare at him. "There's no reason to be so rude." Olivia informed him. "Where's your compassion?"
"My wife doesn't care about my compassion half as much as she cares that I make it home with these ribs in time to grill them. I'm just trying to get out of here like everybody else." he explained.
The young mother pushed her filled buggy next to the black conveyor belt and tried balancing the baby on her hip while putting her items down to be scanned. Charlotte was not liking the arrangement and began to cry loudly.
"Awww, jeez. Not again with the crying." someone in line complained.
Olivia turned around to glare at the entire line in general to make sure whomever the offender was caught a glimpse of her anger. She turned her smile back to the mother and held out her arms. "Can I hold her while you check out? Please."
The mother once again eyed Olivia wearily and tightened her grip on her child.
She dropped her left hand, leaving just her right one out and said, "my name is Olivia. I don't have any kids, and I never do this, but I just want to help if I can. I'm not going to run out the door with your baby. I promise."
The mother sighed, staring at Olivia's hand. Her green eyes flicked up to meet Olivia's brown ones. There was something trustworthy in those eyes. Turning to face her, the mother put the baby on her other hip, held out her right hand, and said, "my name is Cecilia. I never do this either, but you've been very kind to us, going out of your way to talk to us while everyone else was avoiding eye contact and mumbling ugly things. Thank you for the help. I appreciate it."
Olivia gently took Charlotte from her mother's arms and watched the baby's reaction to being held by a stranger. She expected tears. Instead she got curiosity. Charlotte immediately reached for Olivia's necklace. It was two intertwined silver hearts that Fitz had given her on their first wedding anniversary.
"Ohhhh, sweet girl. No no." Cecilia said, coming to pry the necklace from her daughter's pudgy hands. "Sorry. She loves jewelry."
"That's okay. It's nothing that can't be fixed if it gets broken, huh Charlotte?" Olivia said, grinning at the baby. Thinking of her husband, Olivia wished Fitz was there to see her boldly holding baby Charlotte.
Cecilia paid for her items and kept an open ear for the conversation Olivia was having with her daughter right behind her. Olivia had been a godsend, helping her regain her composure when she was feeling at her wits end. Taking Charlotte back and waiting for Olivia to pay for her few items, the two women walked out to their cars together. "Thank you so much. That was a simple yet amazing thing you did for me and I really appreciate it."
"Really. It was my pleasure, Cecilia. Charlotte is just a delight. I'm glad I could help. Have a great July Fourth."
"Thank you again, Olivia. I hope you have a terrific Fourth as well." The two women loaded their items into their cars and left the parking lot.
Olivia stumbled through the front door of their house with her purse hanging from her wrist along with the handles of several plastic bags. It was hot outside and the exertion from carrying the extra baggage was making her feel more heated. Summoning all of her remaining strength, Olivia quickly walked into the kitchen calling her husband's name for assistance along the way. "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitz?"
Barely making it to the counter, she wearily lifted the bags up just to drop them down heavily. She sighed loudly and freed her wrists from the white plastic loops, along with her purse, and left everything where it landed. "Fiiiiiiitz? Babe? I'm back from the store."
No answer.
Knowing that they would be leaving for Stephen and Abby's in a few hours, Olivia decided to go look for him. Walking down the hall, checking rooms, and calling out his name, Olivia determined that he was not in the house. She had seen his car in the garage when she got home so she knew he was there somewhere. She wondered if he was out in the backyard puttering around with his new grill.
When she reached the large sliding glass door, Olivia peered out and finally spotted the object of her affection. Only he wasn't puttering with the grill. Or doing anything remotely productive. He was lying on that couch she had sweet talked him into buying a few weeks ago to put out near the pool. The same couch he complained about, saying it was ugly and unnecessary and would collect bugs from being outside all the time.
Fitz looked awfully damned comfortable all stretched out on the ugly, unnecessary, bug infested thing. She smiled and watched him silently from her spot in the air conditioned house. Not only did he look comfortable, he looked awfully sexy all sprawled out on it too. Like a work of art only God Himself could create.
She eyed her husband's body from bottom to top. He was lying flat on his back, one leg bent at the knee while the other one laid stretched out on the sofa. His head was laying on the arm rest and he was reading something he was holding in his hand. Going back, she took another more detailed look at the handsome specimen on the other side of the glass door some twenty yards away.
He still had his flip flops on, and Olivia shook her head slightly at the sight. Kicking out of her own sandals, she continued to eye him. His legs were beginning to look a little pink and she wondered how long Fitz had been out there oblivious to the sun's rays. The muscles in his thick thighs were enough to give Olivia pause and she took a long moment to fully appreciate them. She unconsciously licked her lips and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
He was holding something in his right hand and Fitz appeared to be reading or studying it. It had a blue cover and quite a few pages attached to it. It could be a new project for him to consider or the handbook to operating the grill. Whatever it was had captivated his complete attention. It was also sitting comfortably on top of his crotch, effectively blocking her view of it. Olivia considered going out there and throwing it into the pool so she could see his body in its entirety. But then she noticed his long fingers holding several of the pages back. Memories of those same fingers doing things to her body on any given night suddenly flashed through her mind. That book may end up in the pool yet, she silently determined.
Traveling higher, Olivia looked her fill at her husband's bicep. It was an impressive sight, straining against the thin material of one of his beloved gray shirts. The sight of his arm brought to mind images of Fitz holding her up against a wall in their bedroom a few weeks ago. Or holding her firmly in place on the edge of the kitchen counter as he drove into her repeatedly. She quickly wondered what the likelihood would be of her getting him to come inside and help her with the food and possibly getting a repeat performance.
His broad chest looked awfully inviting, and Olivia knows that under his t-shirt lies a smattering of short soft hair. The same hair that tickles her nose whenever she lays on top of him. Fitz is also hiding a six pack of abs hiding under that shirt. Abs that flinch helplessly whenever she runs her tongue along them. His chest has pinned her down into the mattress of their large bed many times in the course of their three-year marriage. She suddenly wishes he had taken off his shirt before he went outside.
Olivia's eyes finally land on his ridiculously handsome face. He's wearing dark sunglasses, hiding another one of her favorite attributes on her husband's body. His beautiful blue eyes. Even though she can't see them, she knows they are seriously fixed and in deep thought over whatever he is reading. Most of the time Fitz's eyes are very expressive, and his moods can easily be read just by looking into them.
She finds the five o'clock shadow on his face incredibly sexy. Sundays are her favorite day of the week because Fitz puts off shaving on the weekend until Sunday night. By then his facial hair is not just a collection of course stubble but not a full-on beard yet either. It's perfect in Olivia's opinion. She has felt that soft short hair on just about every inch of her skin. The thought of it grazing her inner thigh right now has Olivia squeezing her legs together and breathing a little quicker.
She watches as Fitz absentmindedly brings his index finger to his tongue and swipes it down in one quick motion. His finger leaves his mouth and touches the top of the white page, pushing it to the left, turning it. His head turns slightly to the left to resume his reading on the new page. It's as if he knows she is watching him and is taunting her on purpose.
She decides that she is going to have him at least once before they leave for Stephen and Abby's.
Finishing up her silent survey of him, Olivia notices that his hair is finally starting to grow out from the severely short cut he got back in the winter for his last acting project. She hadn't complained about it, not to him anyways, but Olivia has missed her husband's curly hair more than she probably should. His curls are a signature of sorts for him. When you think of Fitz you also think of his curls. It was just a fact. Truth be told, she missed yanking on them during sex too. There just wasn't enough hair for her to get a fistful of in the throes of passion these days and she was over the shorter length. He was still handsome no matter what his hair looked like, but Olivia's preference was her husband's longer, sandy colored, unruly curls.
Why did he have to look so good just lying there minding his own business like that? If she decided to go randomly lay on the sofa a bug would probably crawl on her and she would shriek loudly and never go anywhere near it again. But not Fitz. Olivia slid the glass door open, knowing he wouldn't mind the distraction she was about to give him from his reading.
The grass that had recently been cut felt good under her bare feet as Olivia silently made her way towards the man art on the sofa. When she reaches him, she runs a fingertip slowly up his leg to the hem of his shorts and takes the paperback reading material out of his hands. "Hi."
Startled, Fitz lifts his sunglasses from his eyes and looks up at her. Smiling, he reaches for his wife and pulls her down on top of him. "Hi. I didn't know you were back from the store already. You should have told me. I would have helped you carry everything inside."
"How do you know I didn't leave everything in the car and come out here to flirt with you for a while until you came to bring it in?" She says grinning down at him.
"I'll go get the stuff out of the car. But more flirting first. I'm liking the distraction." he tells her grinning back.
Olivia drags her finger on his chest in a lazy figure eight as she looks into his mischievous blue eyes. "Whatcha reading out here all alone?" She doesn't really care what he's reading.
"It's just a script my agent sent over earlier. It's nothing that can't wait though." His hands begin to wander over his wife's little body. A squeeze here. A caress there. He is definitely getting worked up already.
"Don't start something you can't finish, Fitz." Olivia warns. But there's a smile on her face as she issues it.
"I'm fairly confident that I can start and finish it right here, babe."
"As tempting as that is, we have a lot to do before we have to leave. I don't think the neighbors would like to see you out here butt ass naked."
"You mean again?" Fitz asked with a grin.
"Shut up. I had just gotten that horrible memory blocked from my mind. Why did you bring it back up?"
"Mmmm, you're bringing me up. Feel." He reaches for Olivia's hand and rubs it over the erection growing in his shorts. "Besides, did you really just come out here to find out what I'm reading?"
Olivia puts on an innocent voice. "I was curious."
"Don't even try that." Fitz says chuckling up at her.
Dropping the innocent voice, Olivia gives him a sultry one instead. "I was curious. I was watching you from the back door and this..." She shook the pages in the air before dropping them to the ground. "...this thing was obstructing my view of...your thing."
Fitz gripped his wife's hips hard and thrust his upward. He finds it very interesting that she had been looking at him from inside the house. "You were spying on me?"
"I was trying to. The blocked view was kind of a downer, but you have other interesting parts that I love to look at too." Olivia knew this would lead to him wanting a list of...
"Tell me some of them." he demanded firmly.
He was so predictable, Olivia thought with a grin. Instead of answering his question immediately, she leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss. It started out light, but her greedy side made an appearance, and before long Olivia was sucking on his tongue and grinding on his hard crotch. She reached a hand up into his hair before remembering that the curls weren't back yet. Going for the next best thing, she slid her hand down to his scratchy cheek and dragged her fingernails through the short stubbled hair there. "I want..."
"I know exactly what you want." Fitz said, interrupting her. He puts his hands on her waist and flips them over, pinning Olivia underneath his long lean body. Dipping his head, he attacks her lips with great fervor as his hands wander down to the hem of her sundress and begin slowly pulling the material up. When he has it effectively bunched up at the top of her thighs, Fitz slides her panties down and feels Olivia kick them off. He breaks the kiss long enough to smoothly add, "and I know exactly where you want it too."
"Hurry, hurry, hurry" she sings and pushes his head down.
His head disappears under the soft dress material and Fitz takes his time getting to the prize. He intentionally drags his rough cheek in a circle against the buttery smooth skin of Olivia's inner thigh. He feels her back arch and hears little whimpers of pleasure spill from her lips. He gives her other thigh the same treatment before inching his way closer to her center.
Fitz was way past the going slow phase once he reached the goal, and his skilled tongue immediately begins its sweet torture on his wife's bundle of nerves. He hears her cry out, probably shocked from the abrupt change from the leisurely pace to the hungrier and more avid one he is now on. His fingers are itching to get in on the action, and he brings his left hand up, sliding a finger and then another enthusiastically inside of her.
Olivia begins panting loudly. She reaches a hand into his hair and ends up sighing in frustration at the lack of anything to grasp. When will she remember their absence? She doesn't have the energy to be upset about it because she is conserving it for the explosion that is about to take place within her body. He is a master at what he does with his mouth. "Yes, yes, yes. Please, Fitz." she begs.
He pushes her over the edge of sanity a few moments later, and continues to kiss, nibble, and drag his cheek along her thigh as Olivia's body rocks with aftershocks. It doesn't take her long to push his head away from her. It's stimulation overload as her body tries desperately to come down from its emotionally shaken high.
When breathing is much less of a chore, Olivia picks up her head and looks down at the mad man lying on top of her. He's looking pretty pleased with himself, and she's feeling pretty pleased too. "Are you ready to get up and get the food started?"
"Might as well. Although I'm pretty sure having my dessert before my meal was counterproductive. Don't you think?" He openly smirks at her.
Olivia smirks right back at him. "Are you saying you don't want more later?"
"I never said that." Fitz replies defensively. "I would never say that."
She gives him a light shove, hoping he'll take the hint that they needed to get up. Instead, Fitz grins down at her and kisses her nose. "Just five more minutes."
"We need to get up. Come on, Fitz." She pats his chest again and waits for him to move. He doesn't but stays in place and continues to look down at her. He has that familiar twinkle in his eye. The one that always means he's plotting something devious. Most of the time that something is sex. "Fitz!" Olivia warns.
He grins at her. "Olivia!" he repeats in the same tone she had used on him. He licks his lips and lowers his head so it's hovering just above hers. His hands dive into her hair and he grabs two fistfuls of it, bringing her face even closer. He stares into her big brown eyes before kissing her thoroughly, letting his eager tongue slide into his wife's mouth. Sampling, savoring, and sharing her taste with her.
All of the reasons they have to get up immediately evaporate from Olivia's mind. All rational thinking leaves her mind too in fact. She wraps her arms around his neck and settles into the kiss. They have plenty of time. She hums appreciatively and holds him tight.
Fitz breaks the kiss and looks down at Liv. She has a little smile on her face, her eyes are half opened, and she's looking up at him expectantly. "Hey" he says softly and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "We gotta get up, Liv. We've got food to cook."
A whining sound comes from her throat. "You did that on purpose!"
Now it's his turn to give her an innocent look. "What do you mean?"
"You got me all worked up again on purpose." she accuses him.
He grins down at her, happy that he got Olivia to admit that she was worked up. "You started it by spying on me in the house. I was minding my own business when you came out here and tried to take advantage of me."
Olivia chuckles. "As if that's possible."
"It's possible." he replies with raised eyebrows.
"You're on top of me." Olivia reminds him. "I'd say you're taking advantage of me here."
He buries his nose in her hair and inhales. "You smell good for someone who just came back from the grocery store."
"I probably smell like Charlotte."
"Whoooooo is Charlotte? Is there something you need to tell me?" He asked, giving her a look.
"Actually, there is." She is wearing a serious expression. "I want to have a baby."
"What?!" he says a little louder than intended. "Where did that come from?"
"I was at the grocery store and there was a young mother in line ahead of me with her daughter. She was about a year old. Really cute too. The baby's name was Charlotte and she was having an epic meltdown in the check-out line. The baby's mother's name was Cecilia and she was trying to calm Charlotte down while everyone was being really ugly to them. Anyways, I offered to hold Charlotte while Cecilia paid for her things. It just kinda brought out the maternal side in me, knowing I could handle a baby. It made me want one of my own. Of our own. It was no big deal." Olivia explained.
"If it's no big deal then why are you telling me that you want a baby out of the blue?" Fitz asked.
"You have been trying to talk me into having a baby with you for six months. Are you telling me that you don't want to have one with me now?" she asked making a face at him.
"No, I'm absolutely not saying that. I'm happy and excited that you want to start a family with me."
"You are?" she asked.
"Of course I am. Nobody would have cuter babies than me and you, Liv." Fitz stated confidently.
"That's the truth." Olivia agreed. She looked into his eyes and asked, "what do you think about us having a baby?"
"Like you said, I've been trying to talk you into having a baby for a while now. I would never push you into having kids if you're not ready. So make sure that you are ready, Liv. It's not a light decision to make. It's a life long commitment. It's a very big deal."
"I know that. I think I've been dragging my feet on it because it scared me that you were ready before me. You know? I'm the one who will carry the baby and what kind of mother would I be if I wasn't ready before you. It made me think that maybe something is wrong with me, and that led to me worrying that I wouldn't be good at it."
"You're being too hard on yourself. Not everyone is ready to have a baby at the same time as their partner. Sure, sometimes it happens like that, but not always."
"How do you know that?" Olivia asked.
"Because my father wanted to start having a family long before my mother ever did."
"Really? But your mom is the most maternal person I've ever met."
"Exactly! But she wasn't ready when my father was. They had to talk about it a lot."
"So, what changed her mind?"
Fitz shrugged. "Honestly? She saw a movie about orphan babies overseas and apparently it made her reproductive organs go into overdrive. Can we stop talking about my mother now please? It's weird."
"Awwww. So, that's why you have two brothers and two sisters. Your mom is an amazing mother to all five of you. It must've been a really sad movie" Olivia chuckled. In a more serious tone she added, "Today isn't the first time I've felt like this. I've been dealing with the desire to have a baby for a while now. It just scared me, you know? Getting some hands on experience with one today just pushed me over the edge."
"Why didn't you tell me that when you started to feel that way? We need to be able to talk about these things. We should be able to talk about anything."
"I know. I just thought that saying those things out loud would make it more real. And I thought if I voiced my thoughts and the words scared me as I said them, how could I take them back? Does that make sense?"
"Oddly enough, it does." Fitz brushed his thumb across her cheek. "Tell me if saying them makes you feel scared now. It'll be okay if they do. I promise."
This man was everything to her. And an absolute wonder in every way. He was providing her an escape in case she wasn't ready, really ready to start a family. Was it any wonder she was so hopelessly in love with him? She smiled up at him and asked, "do you think we can start tonight?"
"Do we have to go to the cook out at Abby and Stephens?" Fitz whined.
"Yes." she chuckled. "We do! But we don't have to go to work tomorrow so we can stay up late practicing."
"I am going to love trying to get your pregnant, babe." Fitz said with a grin. "I love you."
"I love you too." She picked her head up and gently touched her lips to his. Just about the time Fitz started to deepen the kiss, Olivia pulled away from him and said in a stern voice, "Okay, get off me. We gotta go."
Fitz reluctantly peels himself from his comfortable spot on top of his wife and stood up. He holds out a hand and after eyeing him Olivia accepts it. He pulls her roughly against his chest. Holding her firmly in place he gives her a smoldering look and says, "As soon as the first firework goes off, we are out of there! Promise me."
"I'll be the one racing you to the car." she assures him.
He begins walking towards the house still holding onto her. Olivia tries to keep from stumbling as she walks backwards and keep eye contact with Fitz. "I can't wait to get you back home later on and celebrate with you. We're gonna need to be in our birthday suits, babe."
"We do huh?" Olivia asks with mock confusion.
"It's how the celebration I have in mind works best." He wiggles his eyebrows at her.
Olivia feels the side of the house hit her back. She watches the predatory look on her husband's face as he leans down to kiss her once again. She puts a hand on his chest and says, "at this rate, we'll never leave here. Stop trying to distract me with sex. Goooo...pick up your script." When the hand behind her back finally lands on the door handle, Olivia slides it open and slips into the house.
Before long the two of them are working side by side in the kitchen, prepping and cooking side items to take to their friend's house. Occasionally Fitz pats her ass or kisses her neck. Whatever he can do to distract her for a minute. "Fitz, stop sexually harassing me." she giggles. They both know she really doesn't mean it though.
Weekends in the summer are his favorite days of the year because Olivia wears flip flops or goes barefoot instead of the sky high heels she wears for work. The height difference between them is something Fitz finds incredibly sexy for some reason. He enjoys being married to someone much shorter than himself. Maybe it's because it makes him feel like her protector? Or that it makes him feel helpful when she can't reach something high up? Maybe it's because he gets more space in their bed? Or because he thinks everything she does is adorable? He doesn't really know what the reason is, or if there is just one, but he enjoys being around his wife without the added height. Although, Olivia in heels and with her kick ass mind set is a fearsome and sexy sight to behold too.
He holds his hands, palms up, towards her. "You didn't hear me complaining when you came outside and did it to me. But we have a lot of prep work to get done in a short amount of time. Shorter amount of time due to your sexual harassment of my innocent person."
Olivia simply rolled her eyes at her ridiculous husband.
The two of them showed up early at their friend's house, saying they were there to help and Abby happily put them to work. Fitz was shooed outside to help Stephen with the grilling while Olivia was in the kitchen slicing a watermelon.
She kept her eye on Fitz through the kitchen window. Stephen was busy flipping burgers and cooking other meats on the grill as Fitz looked on and drank a beer. He was doing absolutely nothing productive, and once again he looked sexy as hell doing it. She brought herself back to reality after catching herself openly staring at her husband for five solid minutes.
Fitz had also caught Olivia staring longingly at him more than once, and each time it happened, he had slowly licked his lips while holding eye contact with her. The third time it happened, Olivia excused herself from the kitchen and walked outside. She needed to make him stop while their friends were around.
She was mere inches from him when Fitz turned around, surprising her, and said, "well, well, well. Did you decide to stop spying on me from the kitchen and come outside to sexually harass me some more?"
"You're funny." she says humorlessly. Olivia's eyes betray her annoyance and travel over his body. Everyone needed to hurry the hell up and light the first firework already so she and Fitz could go home and create their own fireworks. She intended to spark something on that couch in their backyard later on. She dragged her reluctant eyes up to his intense blue ones and adds, "Actually, I was gonna tell you to stop eye screwing me while we're at our friend's house."
"Liar." he says confidently as a smile begins to tug the ends of his mouth upward. Taking a step in her direction, Fitz reached for her waist, but she evaded his large hands.
Summoning the strength to put on the bravest face ever, Olivia says, "I'mmmm not lying, Fitz."
She is absolutely adorable when she's trying to act like he has no effect on her whatsoever. Fitz decides to turn up the heat. Leaning closer to her he whispers, "you love it and you know it, Liv."
Olivia holds a hand up, slapping it against his chest. It feels like slapping a brick wall. Dammit, why can't he take off his shirt already? She closes her eyes tightly and counts to five. She doesn't have time to count to ten, unless she wants to be flat on her back again. Fitz wouldn't care who saw what. When she opens her eyes, she stares up into his playful, gorgeous, blue ones. He was torturing her for fun now. She turned around and stalked back into the kitchen before he could do further damage.
Dinner was fantastic. Stephen received high praise for his grilling skills, but he pointed the thanks to his wife for orchestrating the whole meal. Fitz and Olivia tried to keep up with the conversation during dinner but were giving each other hungry looks, constantly glancing at each other's watches, and touching each other under the table. After making sure that everyone had a full glass of something to drink, Stephen made a toast, thanking everyone for coming over.
Fold out chairs were finally set up out in the backyard for everyone to sit in before the colorful light show lit up the dark sky. Fitz took Olivia's hand and pulled her onto his lap in a chair near the house. He leaned close to her ear and ran his tongue along the shell of it. "Can we please go home now? I'm desperate to get you in a dark room and touch every inch of your gorgeous body."
His deep baritone full of flirtatious words was doing something to her. She held onto his neck and blocked out everyone around them. She was desperate for him, but now wasn't really the time. She planned to make him just as uncomfortable as he was making her. Olivia ground her ass into his crotch and felt his grip on her waist become even tighter. She licked her lips, got into his ear, and said, "Babe? I need to feel your hands on my skin."
He groaned into her ear. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm going to do a whole lot more to you than talk when I get you home, mister."
Just then someone's child ran by them carrying a lit sparkler. With wide eyes, Fitz stared at his wife and she stared back at him. "That counts!" He murmured.
"Bet your ass it does!" she agreed.
Fitz captured her lips in a heated kiss. Before it got out of control and became an untamable wildfire, he hauled her to her feet and grasped her tiny hand in his. They started making their way towards the house quickly and with purpose.
Abby bumped into them as she was coming outside. "Where are the two of you going in such a hurry?" she asked.
Thinking fast, Fitz said, "Liv's not feeling like herself. I was going to take her home and put her to bed."
Olivia squeezed her husband's hand. He was telling Abby they were going home to have sex, only their redheaded friend thankfully wasn't reading between the lines.
"Oh no. I hope it's not something she ate?" Abby worried.
"Honestly, she was acting like this before we left. I hoped it would pass, but it doesn't seem like it's going to. I really just think she needs to lie down." He kissed Abby's cheek. "Thanks for having us over, Abs."
"Thank you, Abby. I'll call you next week." Olivia croaked. She and Fitz kept walking towards the house.
"You do that." Abby called out.
Olivia looked over her shoulder while Fitz tried hauling her forward. She caught her best friend making obscene hand gestures imitating the sex act. "Call me tomorrow with all the details of how you're feeling."
With wide eyes, Olivia kept walking and ignored her friend's comments. She knew why they were leaving. Of course she knew why they were leaving. After a minute, Olivia realized that she didn't care. She got into the passenger seat and hurriedly pulled on her seatbelt as Fitz slid into his own seat. He turned the car on, making sure that the air conditioning was on high.
He leaned over and excitedly kissed his wife again. As happy as he was that they had left their friend's house, he was more excited over the fact that they were going home so he could try to get Liv pregnant. He was more than ready for the task and fully expected that she would be pregnant by the end of the month. He could easily see her with a pregnant belly, swollen with their child. He couldn't wait to actually see it.
Breathlessly he pulled away from Olivia's lips. She looked longingly up at him. "I don't want you to drive like a lunatic, but I do want you to hurry up and get me home. I do need to lay down. I'm thinking the sofa in the backyard."
"Liv..." he started.
"Shhhh. It'll be dark outside so no one will see anything. Besides, everyone will be gone to look at fireworks." She smiled at him. "And we'll be making fireworks of our own."
He chuckled at her and kissed her nose. "What is it with you and that sofa?"
"I never thought much about it until I saw you lying on it earlier. You looked so...mouthwateringly sexy on it. I'm not going to be able to get it out of my mind until I have you on it. I might not be able to get it out of my mind after that. Does that bother you?"
God, was she serious? Hearing your wife tell you that she thinks about having her way with you all the time is such a turn on, Fitz thought. "Uh uh! We'll have sex everywhere your little heart desires, Liv. Whatever you want."
"Then get me home please, babe because what I want is you. Now!"