WARNING: Sexual content and language ahead. Proceed with caution.


Happy Anniversary, Tori!

The day we had been waiting for was finally here, our anniversary. It had been a most beautiful year next to my wife, but if I was honest, in the five years of being married to this amazing woman I had learned a lot about myself. I had learned how to love in a complete different way, I learned that Olivia had the power to drive me completely insane and not in the cute way that every one thinks or in the sexual way that some might expect. No, she truly had the power to place me in a mental institution right next to Vienna.

There had been times in our marriage that I wanted nothing to do with her and I knew she felt the same way too; I'm no walk in the park and neither is she. Living with someone can exhaust even the most unwavering love. It's completely fine to crave individuality and space, to crave time apart. In fact, I think it's healthy and sometimes necessary. I mean, come on, there's nothing more exciting then not having seen your wife in three days or not be on the same schedule and then all of a sudden, she's fucking you against a wall and making love to you in the bathtub.

The most important lesson I'd learned in the first five years of being married to Olivia was that I had to learn to let the little shit go. Nothing would get my motors going than when Olivia would place the milk jug back in the refrigerator with less than a finger of milk inside it or when she wouldn't tighten the soda bottle enough and all the carbonation would dissipate and now all you had was flavored water.

And, at the same time, stuff that I found to be minute and completely dumb to get upset about, like when I would leave my shoes by the door or when I would leave half-empty tea mugs everywhere would grind the life out of Olivia. We had to learn how to let those little things go so that, as a couple, we could tackle the bigger issues together. However, we would still vent to each other about it and now, tease each other about it too. It came with the territory, but it's what you do. In the name of love and for the sake of spending the rest of your life with that person, that's what you did.

We had driven three hours to East Hampton to a Bed & Breakfast that Olivia had chosen. We had agreed that each year, one of us would choose the location of our anniversary and since I had chosen the destination of our honeymoon, that first year she got to choose our anniversary location. We had arrived and had lunch at one of the local restaurants that Olivia had most gracefully picked and had set out a gastronomic experience that I quite enjoyed and afterwards, I had set out time before our dates tonight to spend getting facials, something I knew how much Olivia loved. Her olive skin and beautiful complexion was always vibrant, but after a facial, it was like she was a new woman. Her skin would glisten and shimmer and I just loved the feel of her skin under my fingertips, so soft and supple… God, Olivia!

"Baby," she shouted as she approached me.

"Huh," I replied.

She snickered, "I'm done, that felt amazing. I feel so renewed," she mused as she extended her arm to help me stand.

Her procedure had taken two hours, but mine had only taken an hour and a half so I was sat in the waiting area, "Yea," I smiled, looping my arms around her waist, "well, you know what I want to do to you," I husked, leaning forward to ghost my lips against hers.

She hummed and placed her hands behind my neck, "Is this why you send me to spas and to get facials? To build up your libido?"

I giggled, "You will never know the reason, I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself," she smiled, "Let me go pay," I mentioned, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to her lips.

Olivia nodded and sighed contently as we turned towards the counter.

The girls behind the desk looked green at our brief display, "So, separate checks?"

"Uh, no," I responded, "together. She had the Ultimate Rejuvenation and I had the Red Carpet Infusion," I said as I handed her my Amex.

The girl looked taken aback, "You are a very nice friend," she said curtly.

I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Olivia who was smirking at me, "I'd like to think so, don't you baby?"

Olivia snickered, "The best-est friend ever," she said walking forward to claim my lips.

I brought my left hand to her neck, cupping her face gently and at the same time, flashing my wedding set to the clerk.

Olivia rested her forehead against mines and I hummed, running my thumb across her cheekbone, "I love you," I said.

"I love you, too," she replied, placing another soft kiss to my lips.

The girl cleared her throat, "Sign here, Ms.—"

"Mrs. Benson," I responded, grabbing the pen and signing my name, retrieving my card from the woman.

As we turned and walked out of the shop Olivia and I couldn't help but break out in laughter. Back in the city we would encounter our occasional homophobe, but not as often as when we were out of town. This was the Hamptons though, home of the vacation and a coveted spot for the gays and the successful. We always handled it like so if we were on our own but with the kids, we had to be careful. Neither Olivia or I wanted to do or say something that may upset them, otherwise we were left to pick up the pieces and explain why people looked at us the way they did or treated us differently than other families. To them, we were as normal as anybody else but to others, our family was a rarity, an oddity… It was tough at times but we handled it well each and every time.

We had left Alex and Casey our Suburban and we had taken Alex's BMW sedan with us, "Baby, do you want to drive back to the B&B? I hate driving Alex's space car," Olivia asked.

I laughed, "Yes, I will," I answered as she handed me the keys. We entered on opposite sides and we were on our way to the B&B which was only a ten minute drive, "So, we have about an hour or so before we need to start getting ready for your date," I begun.

She smiled and rested her head against the headrest, "Yes, I hope you love what I have prepared for you and I hope that Nugget doesn't give you any trouble tonight," she said, reaching over to place her palm against my stomach.

Immediately, almost instantaneously, I felt a flutter of kicks against her hand, "Nugget seems most active when you're around, Liv," I offered, turning quickly to look at her.

She was biting her lip in amusement, "Nugget, baby, Mama's driving."

I felt another surge of movement, "Easy there, baby," I said as I brought my hand down to my stomach.

"I love you, Tori."

I smiled and bit my lip, "I love you too, Liv."

We arrived shortly after to the B&B and parked in a spot close to the entrance. We quickly exited the sedan and made our way to our room which housed a spacious king sized bed, much like in our home. I climbed the bed effortlessly and shed my shoes, leaning back against the pillows. I felt the bed dip next to me and I opened my eyes just to find my wife's beautiful face hovering over mine. She smiled and leaned forward, touching her lips with mine. It was slow and sensual and I could feel my body reacting to her slow manipulation.

I could feel Olivia's hand trail my hips and up my sides slowly until she reached my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, and I moaned. She pushed against my mouth, making our teeth click suddenly. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, searching for her own to meld in this rapid fire. Olivia climbed my hips, careful of my belly, and my hands flew to her hips, slowly snaking to her backside and delivering a powerful squeeze to her ass cheeks. Our tongues continue to probe the other's mouth, exploring the velvety feel of her walls, and the smoothness of her teeth. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, gently nibbling it, "Tori," she whispered, pulling back.

Her mouth found my pulse point, her tongue licking my skin, preparing it for the burn of her teeth and the pull of her mouth, "Olivia," I said breathily, craning my neck to the opposite side, giving my wife the leverage and space she needed.

My hand crept up her spine and ended at the back of her neck, my fingers disappearing in that silky head of hair. The other rose only to disappear inside the waistband of her jeans where I gripped on warm flesh, hearing her mewls against my skin. With every suck I could feel my stomach clench, with every lick I could feel the throb between my legs, and with every nip my breath would dissipate. Her lips moved to trail down my jawline, gently nibbling until they reached my lips where she captured my mouth in a searing kiss. I was out of breath. I had forgotten how to breathe, but I held on for her. When she finally pulled back, I was swimming in arousal. My entire body was tingling, my hands were shaking, and I felt like I was floating. I felt the peppering of her lips against my face and I opened my eyes, "Welcome back, baby," she smiled.

I smiled maniacally as I slowly felt the cool sensation of air reaching my lungs, "Liv," I whispered.

"I'm here, sweetheart," she cooed, kissing my lips softly.

I moved my arms to tuck her hair behind her ears, "You're going to kill me," I said, panting.

Olivia chuckled, "I would never do that to you, Tori. I need you in my life."

I tittered and shook my head, "I'm glad you know that because I need you in mine, too."

We stared at each other longingly, smiling like idiots at one another. Without this woman, where would I be? Without her love, would I exist? Olivia loved to say that because of me she had things she never thought of having well, without her, I'd still be Mariel Marti. I'd still be living in the shadows. I wouldn't have rekindled with Alex, I wouldn't have my kids—none of my kids, and I wouldn't know happiness. Olivia had literally given me my life back; I owed my life to her. I felt the tears well and fall as I closed my eyes and I smiled. Her hands were immediately at my face, wiping away at the fallen tears, "Baby?"

I shook my head, "I'm ok," it came out as a mere squeak.

I felt Olivia move on top of me, "Sit up, Tori," she commanded of me and I opened my eyes, noticing that Olivia had sat back against my thighs, allowing me to sit up, "Did I hurt you? Is something wrong?"

I shook my head and smiled, grabbing at her hands and placing them on my swell, "Olivia, you say that I gave you a family, that I gave you all of these things that you never thought of having, things that you never imagined having," she knitted her brow and nodded, "But, what about what you've given me?"

"Tori," she tried, scoffing and her closing her eyes.

"No, Liv, listen. Without you, I would still be Mariel Marti. I'd still be living in Brooklyn, alone. I would've never found Alex or have kids, Liv," I choked on my words and I felt her hands move atop my stomach, "I wouldn't have our kids, Olivia. You gave me the chance and opportunity to be Victoria again and I never said a proper thank you for it, Liv."

"Tori, stop, please," Olivia, mumbled quickly, her voice faltering.

"I'll never stop, Olivia," I said, shaking my head, smiling, "I'll never stop showing how thankful I am to you, I'll never stop loving you, Liv."

Olivia's tears had been threatening to fall, but she held on to them and smiled, "You don't have to thank me, Victoria. We were meant to be, babe."

I nodded and we leaned forward, pressing our lips together, "Can we take a nap? I'm tired," I said, yawning.

"Really?" Olivia laughed, "All of that to tell me you're sleepy?"

I hovered my lips over hers; "I'll make it worth your while tonight, Lieutenant."

Olivia gasped, parting her mouth, "And, if I say no?" she replied, a rogue smile on her lips.

"I'll still take a nap and still make it worth your while tonight," I answered, smiling.

She snickered and moved to hop off my legs. I leaned back to rest against the pillows, feeling how Olivia settled next to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, snuggling closer as she found a comfortable position next to me.


"Baby, you ready?" Olivia said, fixing her knee length cherry dress.

"I am," I said, watching her turn around to reveal her completed ensemble. Olivia was wearing a cherry sleeveless knee length dress, her hair in loose waves, and her make up was done lightly as recommended by our aesthetician.

"Olivia, baby, you look beautiful. How come you don't wear red often?"

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled bashfully, "I don't know babe, I just prefer other colors," she mentioned, taking a step towards me, "You though," she said pointing at me, "look absolutely breathtaking."

I laughed and slowly turned around, giving Olivia a show and view of my ass. I was wearing a light grey midi length bodycon dress with cap sleeves and had paired it with cobalt suede ankle strap heels, "Thank you," I shot over my shoulder.

Olivia scoffed playfully and shook her head, "Let's go, we'll be late."

I smirked and bit my lip, reaching the bed to grab at my cobalt coat.

We exited the room and made our way to the sedan. Olivia had kept quiet, real quiet on what exactly was her 'present' for the night. All that she had hinted was that she hoped that Nugget behaved. We drove for roughly thirty minutes and arrived somewhere in Montauk. The place was rustic and as we exited the sedan, an older gentleman met us at the steps, "Olivia," he said as we came up the steps.

"Malcolm," she replied, letting go of my hand to wrap her arms around his waist.

"I haven't seen you in what, ten years?" he said, holding her at arm's length.

"Something like that," she said, chuckling, "Malcolm, this is my wife, Dr. Victoria Reyes-Benson. Baby, this is Malcolm de la Court."

I extended my arm and smiled, "It's a pleasure, Malcolm."

He smiled with his eyes and grabbed my hand, "Likewise, and let me just say, you're glowing, Dr. Benson."

"Please, call me Victoria," I replied with a smile, "How'd you two meet?"

"Well, Alex and this one used to come here during summer and Christmas to stay at her mother's beach house a couple of minutes from here," he responded.

"Cabot?"

He nodded, "You know each other?"

"Yes, we're childhood friends and she's the godmother of our children."

He chuckled, "Oh Olivia," he mentioned to my brunette lover, "you are something else."

Olivia blushed, "Stop, can we go inside now? I'm freezing and hungry."

Olivia grabbed my hand and followed Malcolm. The restaurant was slightly crowded but as we continued to pass table after table, I noticed that we were not dining in the main dining hall. The restaurant had two floors and we were making way up the spiral staircase. Upstairs, the people continued. Light, scattered chatter, banter, and waiters and cooks were walking briskly but carefully through the dining hall. Again, we didn't stop at any of the empty tables but we continued towards the back where a secluded staircase could be seen at the back. It had a gold velvet rope from each of its posts. We saw as Malcolm undid the latch and allowed us to walk in front of him. Olivia smiled at me and urged me to walk in front of her. I climbed the set and arrived in an open area that had some stools, a bar, and a stove top with sink and two vertical ovens. In the other corner it housed a huge side-by-side fridge and an open flame pizza oven with fireplace combination.

"Liv," I said as I caught my breath.

Olivia hid her face and smiled bashfully, "Ladies, you have everything you need for your meal tonight. The knives have been sharpened, the fireplace will burn for at least four hours before needing more wood so, don't worry about getting cold in the middle of your experience. Oh, there's a vegan charcuterie board prepared—on the house. Olivia mentioned your apprehension over uncooked meats," he motioned to his stomach, making note of my own food aversions, "Olivia, y—you still remember how to work the open flame?"

"Uh, yes. Thank you, Malcolm," she said, pressing her hands together in a praying matter.

"It's always my pleasure," he said, bowing, "Victoria, enjoy your experience with the Lieutenant."

With that, he turned and left, "You sneaky little sap," I said, walking towards her and slapping her playfully on her hip, "This is beautiful, Liv. Thank you."

"Oh, don't thank me yet. We have to cook, come on."

Olivia turned around and grabbed my hand, ushering me towards the bar, which had a built in cutting board. We shrugged off our coats and rested them against one of the stools around us. Olivia walked to the fridge and fetched curated meats that had been pre-seasoned and placed them inside the oven that I just happened to notice had already been pre-heated. She brought out the ingredients and walked them over to where I was standing, "I hope you don't have texture problems with this, Tori."

"Risotto?" I hummed, "Uh, no. I had lunch with Alex a week ago and that's what I ate. I was craving it, actually," I finished, reaching for the charcuterie plate in front of me.

"So, we're going to make a three cheese risotto and I already have the meats in the oven since you're heightened nose wouldn't have been able to handle that. And, for dessert," she trailed off with a smirk, "we're making maca truffle balls with a pomegranate center."

"Maca?" I asked with a smirk.

She nodded and grabbed a knife, "Come on, let's get to it."

We were chopping away at everything, eating from the charcuterie plate, and reminiscing of our earlier years in the marriage. Where everything appeared to be easier, but now we understood that the easiest part or parts were yet to come. Olivia and I seldom cooked together, but when we did, it was usually something quick. Something that didn't require a lot of movement through our kitchen and one of us would usually be preparing our salad or pre-meal whilst the other would be finishing the meal itself. We never took the time or had the opportunity to share such an… intimate moment with the other. Cooking with someone else requires communication, just like in a great relationship. It had also given us a chance to really be with each other. I don't know what it was, but tonight, Olivia looked good, felt good, and smelled divine. Maybe it was a mixture of pheromones and my overly sensitive libido that had me eyeing Olivia like she was part of the meal we were fixing to eat.

I giggled and looked down to the plate in my hands, "What's so funny?" she said, handing me a plate with food, exchanging the empty one instead.

I shook my head and raised my head, "Just thinking how much of a hornball I've become with this pregnancy."

Olivia laughed heartily, "Is that your way of romancing me, Mrs. Dr. Benson?"

I scoffed and walked to the island, taking my seat, "I have my ways of romancing you differently, Mrs. Benson."

Olivia giggled, "Not with your silver-tongue you won't."

I nudged her shoulder, "I'm starving!"

We fell into companionable silence and though we were eating the exact same thing, we couldn't stop each other from sharing what was in our plates. I refrained from Olivia's steak though, like a true carnivore, she enjoyed her meats in the medium-rare spectrum and though I enjoyed them slightly undercooked, Nugget preferred them fully cooked, no blood at sight. I finished before her and turned on my stool, "Liv," I husked.

She took a big bite of her food and washed it down with some wine, turning on her stool to face me. She placed her hands on my thighs and ran her hands up and down, "Tori," she said, flicking her head to push her hair behind her shoulders.

I tittered, "Thank you for this, baby. How come we don't cook together at home?"

Olivia laughed and I furrowed my brow, "The kitchen is your thing, Tori," I gaped my mouth and slapped her knee, "Ouch, Victoria. Abuse!"

"Whatever, Olivia."

"No baby, I don't mean it that way. Cooking is your thing, baking is mine. Plus, I enjoy watching you in the kitchen. You're always so at ease. It's like you float and disappear when you're in it. I don't know what it is, but I truly see your happiness when you're in there. Like, that one time," she paused, "Noah was feeling a little under the weather, Cassidy was just coming out from an ear infection, and I had stayed home because of food poisoning and I exited the room. You were in the kitchen with Hunter on your hip and you were singing with him," she stopped and smiled, "We were all feeling like shit, treating you like shit, being unbearable, but there you were: happy, at ease, like nothing else was going on. The only things that mattered were you and that little boy on your hip."

My eyes had welled with tears listening to Olivia describe that moment. I remembered it well and yes, I was happy. I had forgotten for a couple of minutes all of the insufferable things that were going on around me and I was thankful that Hudson had remained asleep. Hunter and I were just happy to be cooking for his siblings and mother; it was our way of making them feel better. I smiled and captured her mouth in a kiss, "I love you, Olivia."

She hummed and stood, pulling me up with her, "I love you too, Victoria," she said, walking me back to a point that I was leaning against the island with Olivia between my legs, "Now, let me show you how much," she finished, quickly diving in and capturing my lips with hers, knocking the air out of my body.

Olivia's hands traveled my lower body, circling my waist to where she reached my ass cheeks and squeezed. I moaned into her mouth and broke the kiss, taking in that shot of air that I couldn't before she possessed my mouth. Her kissing didn't stop there though, it continued down my jawline and to the base of my neck where she sunk her teeth on that sweet spot that she never missed. I groaned and gasped, attempting to keep my eyes open, but her mouth was sucking and biting at the spot. We were out. In a public restaurant, with patrons downstairs, and the owner could return at any given moment, "Olivia," I finally mustered out in a breathy whimper.

She hummed against my skin but continued moving her mouth down my neck to my collarbone, "Baby," I husked, bringing my hands to her head and having my fingers get lost in her hair, "We're in public."

She giggled throatily, "That hasn't stopped us before, has it?" she asked, bringing her fingers to the hem of my dress and pushing it upwards.

I moaned, throwing my head back and giggling, "No, but," I panted, "here?"

Her mouth continued south, to the top of my swollen breasts where she placed a ginger kiss, and spoke softly against my skin, "Just… enjoy the ride, baby. No one is interrupting us, you can trust me on that."

I closed my fist into her hair and tugged, urging her to continue. She hiked my dress up to rest it above my swollen belly. The jersey fabric held right and she cupped my ass, lifting me gently. My head was swimming and once I felt my feet leave the ground, I squealed and giggled, feeling Olivia place me atop the island. I threw my head back, willing my hair to follow behind my shoulders, "You look so beautiful, Tori," she mused, running her hands up and down my thighs.

I smirked and lulled my eyes, "You don't look half bad yourself."

Her mouth parted and she smiled, "Don't look at me that way, Victoria," I raised my brows, feigning knowledge, "That way, stop!" she pinched my ass cheek and I laughed.

Olivia moved her hands to the waistband of my cheeky underwear and pulled them down past my thighs and down my legs. She moved calculatedly in between my legs, moving her hands at a leisure pace, careful not to touch my most needy place at the moment. If I could smell my own arousal, I knew Olivia was reveling in it. She smiled and bit her lip seductively, running her hands down my inguinal, ghosting her thumbs down my glistening lips.

The sensuous feel of her touch against my skin caused me to moan and arch my back, "Please," I begged pathetically. Olivia chuckled and shook her head, lowering her head slightly to gently blow cool air up and down my slit. I could feel the clench of my stomach, the wave after wave of arousal and moisture collecting in between my legs, and she had yet to do something remotely provocative to my body. She moved her hands to push my thighs apart and I moaned at her dominance. There she was, standing in between my legs, a pinkish hue to her cheeks and nose, a light sheet of sweat over her brow, and the prominent dilation of her pupils and I could've come undone by just that sight alone.

Olivia moved her right hand to hover over my juncture, sliding her fore and middle finger down my sodden center, making audible the sound of my desire, "Jesus, fuck," she exclaimed, repeating the same motion once more.

"Blasphemy has never sounded so enticing, Liv," I purred seductively, moving my hips slowly against her hand.

She hummed and chuckled, shaking her head slightly. She moved her trained stare from in between my legs to my eyes, biting her lips, and lowering her head to bring her lips to my core. Her tongue darted out to taste my nectar and I moaned, feeling her lap from my entrance to my bundle of nerves where she closed her mouth to entrap it in her velvety home, flicking it mercilessly, eliciting the most heinous profanities out of my mouth. I could feel the curl of her smile and I bit my lip, "Cocky cop," I barked at her, hearing her chuckle before I threw my head back in pleasure.

"Oh, you have no idea," she responded, her voice an octave lower than normal.

Her tongue continued to lap ferociously at my center, moving and alternating speeds and pressure, "Fuck me, Olivia," I moaned, closing my eyes.

She hummed throatily, moving her mouth to nibble at my lips and I hissed. She pulled me closer to her, running her tongue flat against my apex, lapping at the wetness and quenching her thirst with my nectar. At the cusp of my sex, she smacked her lips against me, moaning at my taste. Olivia was truly devouring me and I wanted nothing else than for her to put me out of my misery. She always knew what to do to me. How to have me at her mercy and I knew better than to hope for a quick release, she wanted me to beg, "Please, please, please," I chanted, moving my body to rest against one of my elbows as I ran my left hand through my hair.

She lifted her head, running her thumb against my swollen nub, "Please what, baby?"

I groaned, closing my eyes, "Fuck me, please," I mewled.

She pinched my nub and I gasped, opening my eyes to find Olivia smirking devilishly at me. I smirked and bit my lip, watching her lick the same fore and middle finger she had ran up and down my sex to imitate sex with her mouth. My mouth parted at the teasing my wife was enjoying showing me. Her fingers were now glistening with her saliva and she ran them up and down my slit and pushed them inside me without warning. I gasped and closed my eyes, "Yes!"

She was pumping her hand inside of me, groaning in delight at the feel of my insides against her fingers, "You taste so fucking good and you feel just as amazing," she mused huskily, curling her fingers forward to massage that coveted spot.

I moaned her name and rocked my hips against her hand, "Eager, aren't we?" she asked seductively, moving her left arm to rest against my pelvis, stopping my movements against her.

"Liv, please," I husked, panting.

She slowed down her hand and was only her fingers against my engorged spot. I could feel my legs tremble and I knew she could too. I moaned quite loudly and threw my head back once I felt the familiar clench of my stomach. Olivia lowered her head against my core and sucked my clitoris in her mouth, gently sliding her bottom teeth against it. The tandem of her fingers and her mouth brought forth my fall.

I gasped loudly, "Livia!" I exclaimed, feeling my body shake and convulse and at the same moment, the swift movement of her hand pumping inside of me. I pushed my pelvis upwards and moved my arm to further prop my upper body up, knocking something down behind me. Olivia was forcing a second orgasm out of me and my body welcomed it, but not before claiming my air supply and slowly succumbing me into deep abyss.

She slowly brought me back, lapping at my core, her hands moving freely up and down my thighs. My breathing was erratic and I could hear and feel my heart beating furiously against my chest cavity. I hissed and recoiled at the sensitivity between my legs when she slowly stopped, peppering kisses from my mound to my enlarged belly. I moved my hands to search for her face, but I felt weighted down and I smiled, humming at the feel good sensation coursing through my body. Olivia continued caressing my skin and ghosting her lips against my stomach, when I was finally able to move my arms. Pushing her hair behind her ear she spoke against the skin of my belly, "Happy Anniversary, Tori."


A/N: There would be a continuation for this chapter in Olivia's POV. As always, thank you for the reviews! Also, be forewarned, after that chapter, rough and weird times ahead, just be warned :)