Part 34

"Are you okay?" He asks with concern and love.

Their love making had been amorous, yet gentle. Tentative and giving- Fitz had handled Liv with great care and sensitivity, as almost agonisingly he reconnected their bodies and souls, making them one. He loved her, teased her and stroked her from the inside out, fully determined to bring her to her zenith and more. Liv had cried when she finally came, flooding him with her bodies most intimate of tears, as Fitz happily soaked up every single moment of her bliss. To think he had almost lost her… lost this… The making and receiving love from the woman who had been made especially for him; even with all the burdening worry that surrounded them, nothing could make him feel regret for being with her, for he was only truly whole when he was with her.

Dreamily she replies, "I feel amazing, and thoroughly exhausted."

"I should hope so too," he smirks, confident in his ability to satisfy her and put her to bed.

Unconsciously, her hand finds its way between her thighs, where the evidence of their love, slick from their dual release, is still prominent. Intrigued, there is something she wants to ask him, but she feels too embarrassed to do so; in fact her cheeks now flush with rouge just thinking about it. Of course, it comes at very little surprise that Fitz is a generous lover; he had made her cum many a time before, but somehow tonight was different- tonight he had her gushing like never before, as if he turned on a faucet within her. She wondered if it had something to do with the pregnancy and the changing of her body, or maybe it had more to do with the fact that their love making had followed such an emotionally wrung period of time. But whatever it was, it felt phenomenal… and she now wondered if it was like that for every woman who made love. Obviously, before Fitz she had no insight into the mechanics of sex or what it entailed, she had only heard tales of the pain and discomfort- never had she heard stories of women soaking though their bed sheets, by coming so hard that it felt like you peed yourself- nor did she learn that afterwards your whole body would throb in aftershock, as it craved for more. Was that normal? Or was she different? Having said that, Fitz didn't seem too perturbed by it all, if anything he seemed almost proud of the fact that he could bring her to such exquisite heights. Even so, with regards to sex and relationships she felt like she had so many questions that needed to be answered, and now that she was expecting a baby, she also had a string of questions concerning motherhood too. If her mother was alive, she would have gone to her for advice, but sadly that was not the case… Facing puberty had been hard enough for her, with only a father to turn to for guidance, let alone now. Although considering the circumstances- not that she ever would, but Eli (who, despise everything she finds herself worrying about him) would be the last person she would think to approach. Therefore, it seemed that Fitz would have to be the one to teach her in all matters, after all, he did have experience in most areas listed above.

"Fitz…?"

He gently tilts her head upwards, looking down at her intently… "Yes, my love?"

He is so in tuned with her that he doesn't fail to notice that a suddenly shyness has overcome her, as she struggles with her verbal intimacy. And in truth he can't help but find it extremely endearing… "What is it you would like to ask…?"

She smiles at him coyly, which he returns knowingly. His acute insight having the desired affect- relaxing and encouraging to speak freely, without fear of judgement… "I want to know, does it feel like this for everyone…?"

"As in sex, you mean?"

"Well yes? We've been together quite a few times now, but never have I responded in the way I did tonight…"

"Would it make you feel less uncomfortable if I told you that it was a first for me too- that I have never been able to make a woman do that before tonight either?"

"You haven't? So it's not normal?"

"It's not common, but it's certainly not unheard of," he reassures her, and then goes on to explain it in a way that she can understand… "Like men, women are designed to release in a similar way; like the sudden copious burst that came from you tonight… The only thing is, it often takes a lot of experience and practice between partners to bring it forth."

"So it's a good thing then?"

"Why, did it not feel good to you?"

"Quite the contrary in fact..."

"Then there's your answer, my sweet… Besides, sex should be solely about pleasure, whether it's the giving or receiving of it… You should never be forced or made to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or uneasy, not even with me, do you hear me?"

"I don't think I will ever have to worry about that with you…" she tells him sweetly.

"No, I don't suppose you will." He agrees, sighing happily as she reaches up and plants a delicate kiss upon his lips… "I love you," she whispers contently.

"I love you more," he retorts, pulling her naked body flush against his, and thus allowing her the freedom to wrap her arms around him and snuggle in for the rest of the night.

Within a matter of seconds she doses off. She looks so peaceful. Lines of worry that had graced her brow earlier on today, no longer appeared to exist. God knows he had a few of his own then too, and he would still be sporting now if she hadn't agreed in giving them a second chance.

They deserved a second chance more than anyone.

Irresistibly, although not wanting to rouse her, ever so softly, he kisses her on top of her head… "Good night my love, sleep tight for we have a rocky road ahead of us, but have faith… because I know that our love will see us through- And no-one will come between us again."

Xxxxxxx

"Right boys, have we got that part clear?"

"Yes Boss, we do not approach Miss Pope until she is completely alone."

"Correct, our client has expressly forbid that any harm comes to his son."

"And Miss Pope, how far do you want us to go exactly?"

Jake's orders from Jerry had been clear, he was to eliminate Miss Pope; stage the attack as a mugging gone wrong- and leave her to bleed out. Yet for some unfathomable reason the idea of it played heavily on his conscious. It's not that he was opposed to murder, he had killed before; it was the nature of his job… But after trailing this woman for the last few weeks, it had given him an insight into who she was… Of course putting aside the fact that she was black, she was fierce, sassy; incredibly intelligent and above all she was as tough as nails, and in his opinion she deserved better than being beaten to death by a bunch of hired thugs. So he decides to deviate from the plan.

"You scare her, roughen her up; knock her about… beat her enough to leave a lasting impression, but do not kill her… Instead, warn her that if she doesn't end the affair with Grant, then next time she's a dead woman."

He hands the men a few snap shots of the intended target. One of them, feeling the need to state the obvious, comments… "She's a pretty one".

But the other says nothing, keeping his sadistic thoughts to himself...

He was going to have fun with this one.