Hello everyone , I've pretty much finished moving and have a little extra time to sit down and write. Thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews i have been getting over this story. I hope you all enjoy this next chapter and I will try to update soon. Happy Olitzing!
They had finally boarded the Air Force One and were on their way to Italy. Liv took the seat next to Fitz and everyone filled in the remaining seats. It was finally happening. They were on their way, and in a few days they would be married. Of course there was one question that was plaguing everyone. Of course they all knew that Abby would be the one to vocalize it. "Fitz, how exactly are you and Liv going to be married by the pope? You are divorced. That means in the eyes of the Roman Catholic Church you are still married to Mellie. There is no way the pope will marry you..."
"...Unless I'm granted an annulment which I already have been." Fitz looked at Liv who he could tell was clearly waiting for an explanation to this. "According to the sacrament of marriage as defined by the Vatican section 1628 clearly states- The consent to marriage must be an act of the will of each of the contracting parties, free of coercion or grave external fear. No human power can substitute for this consent. If this freedom is lacking the marriage is invalid. " Fitz paused for a moment searching Liv's face before he continued to explain further. "My marriage to Mellie was a political marriage. We were both coerced into this marriage by my father. When I tried to back out of our engagement, my father threatened me with every antic under the sun until I fearfully agreed to marry Mellie. Because I was forced into this marriage, the Vatican deemed it to be invalid. Because of that my dear Abby, my marriage to Mellie has been annulled, and I am free to marry Liv at St. Peter's with the pope officiating the ceremony. Never forget, I too am a lawyer."
Liv had a stunned look on her face as she clearly had to admit, Fitz had left no stone unturned. He was serious about making her his wife and to him, the sooner the better. Not that she had any problem with that. The team sat back and decided to enjoy the movie that was playing on screen. "I love She Hate Me!" Quinn exclaimed. "Kerry Washington is killer in this movie! I get chills everytime I see it!" The team, James, and Cyrus put on their headphones and enjoyed the movie. While they were distracted Fitz decided it was the perfect time for a little make out session with Liv. He began kissing on her neck just under her ear, a move he knew would drive her wild as he lifted the armrest that created a border between them. With it out of the way, he pulled her in closer and hurried his head deeper into her neck.
"Fitz stop, we can't. Everyone is right there. They'll see us! Fitz what are you doing?"
Relax Livvie, I do have some composure, I just figured there would be no harm in a little make out session as long we don't go too far. And if things go too far, we can always excuse ourselves and make our way into the bedroom.
Liv agreed there was seemingly no harm in that. She tangled her fingers into Fitz's hair and began to kiss him with urgency and need. Fitz slid his hand under Liv's shirt, unhooking her bra forgetting there were others on the plane with them.
Liv broke the kiss remembering there were others on the plane, she would die of embarrassment if they turned around catching Fitz feeling her up.
"Over the clothes Fitz, you have to at least try to behave."
"I cant help it Livvie" Fitz panted between kisses"You are too damn sexy. But, I will behave until you say it's time for me to be naughty." Fitz said with a devilish grin on his face.
He cupped Liv's face in his hands and began kissing her again. This time he was disrupted by a voice coming from the front of the plane.
"Can the two of you please get a room? I don't know whose giving more of a show here you and Liv or Kerry!" Fitz looked up and realized it was of course Abby speaking which caused everyone to turn around.
Fitz decided to seize this opportunity. "Abby, I thought you'd never ask." He said as he grabbed Liv's hand and made his way towards the bedroom on board the plane. "We'll be back a little later. Enjoy the trip, I know I will." Fitz said before entering the room behind Liv and shutting the door.
Once in the room Liv and Fitz crashed into one another with such passion and speed they both fell onto the bed.
"Fitz, you know we shouldn't be doing this."
"Doing what?" Fitz asked only half paying attention. His main focus was on getting Liv out of those jeans.
"If we are getting married in a week, shouldn't we abstain from sex, you know, to make our wedding night more memorable? More special?"
"Livvie, I have been waiting four years for us to get to this very week in our relationship. The week leading up to our wedding. Nothing will make our wedding night more special than carrying you, Olivia Caroline Grant over the threshold."
"Hmmm I like the sound of that. Say it again."
" What? I've been waiting four years.."
"No, the other part."
"Carrying you over the threshold?"
"No Fitz!"
"OH, you must mean the Olivia. Caroline. Grant."
"Yes, I love the way it sounds. Don't you?"
"It flows, you know I love the way it sounds, I've been writing your name for years. Now, where were we?" Fitz said as he resumed kissing and licking Liv's neck.
"Fitz I mean it, no actual intercourse until our wedding night. I want the anticipation to build up. We can fool around of course, but that is the one thing that will make me almost as happy as taking your last name." Liv looked up at Fitz who clearly didn't like this idea at all but she knew if it truly made her happy, Fitz would give in.
"So I still get to do this?" Fitz said as he slipped his hands under her shirt her breast as he lowered his mouth over it.
"Yes." Liv whimpered.
"And I still get to do this?" Fitz asked as he slid his hands between Liv's thighs and began caressing the tight bundle of nerves that lay there begging for his touch.
"Yes." Liv moaned at the feeling that was washing over her. "But most importantly Fitz, I still get to do this." Liv said as she freed Fitz's erection from him slacks and began massaging his length with a snug grip.
Fitz would rather be inside of Liv now more than ever, but just as long as they could still touch each other he was ok. They laid there locked in a heated kiss as Fitz continued teasing Liv's love button while she continued fisting his length. Fitz inserted two fingers into Liv's dripping core and never before had been so jealous of the fingers that filled her. He pumped his fingers in and out of her while massaging her clit with his thumb. After a few moments had passed, Fitz could tell Liv was getting close because her walls and her grip on his length tightened and Liv started moving her hand faster urging him to climax with her.
Liv began to cry out and Fitz muffled her scream with a kiss. He spilled his seed not even a moment after Liv reached her orgasmic bliss. Fitz stood up and walked into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit. When he emerged Liv followed suit and returned joining him on the bed. Fitz kissed her forehead and began to caress her hair.
"6 days right?" Fitz asked fully satisfied but still yearning to be inside of the woman he loves.
"6 days" Liv said as she placed her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.
Fitz laid there with his Livvie in his arms thinking of the surprise he had waiting for her once they landed. He wasn't surprised at all to hear her breathing quicken alerting him that she had fallen asleep.
Instead he lay there holding his wife to be in his arms, and drifted off to sleep with her. Fitz vowed to himself that in spite of the short amount of time they had, this would be Liv's dream wedding. He has had people working around the clock on this from the moment she agreed to marry him on such short notice. He would make sure that Liv was the happiest woman alive, everyday for the rest of their lives.
He would at least try his very best