A/N: This is a very long chapter :) I would like to give a very special thank you to Katrina ( katrinabill on Twitter) for making the edit that inspired this ending. I have posted a few pics on my Twitter page that accompany this chapter if you are interested. I would also like to remind everyone this story is rated M for a reason. I hope you enjoy part two & as always a sincere thank you for supporting this story. Xo

Chapter 35: What Matters Most

Part Two - Amore Eterno (Everlasting Love)

"For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home. ~Stephanie Perkins

OPOV

"Are you hungry?" Fitz asked. Both their bodies had finally calmed and they were now laying on the bed, their legs and arms intertwined with one another.

"I'm starved," she honestly replied. Fitz sat up at her words and reached for the phone near the bed. She heard him tell whoever was on the other end they were ready to have dinner and would be out shortly to eat. Fitz stood and walked over to the side closet taking out two white bathrobes.

"Go freshen up...dinner will be served soon." He handed her a robe and began to put his on. Olivia sat up and took her earrings off one by one, realizing she still hadn't thanked him yet for her gift.

"These are breathtaking," she said, standing and handing them to him. She watched him open the small safe in the wall and place them inside. He turned to face her and pulled her by the ends of the bath robe closer to him.

"They're almost as beautiful as you..." He kissed her softly on the lips and told her he would be waiting for her in the main cabin.

Once she reached the bathroom, Olivia looked her reflection over in the mirror. She smoothed her hair out and touched up a few smudges under her eyes. The bathroom was stocked with all her usual belongings as she knew it would be and she couldn't help but smile.

Fitz always took care of her every need.

She took her time freshening up and eventually joined him for dinner. He was sitting in a large leather chair and pouring them some champagne. Two plates were on the table with a gorgeous place setting and she admired the Presidential seal on the silverware. Fitz motioned for her to sit down and handed her a glass indicating he wanted to propose a toast.

"To you...the woman who completes me in every way."

Olivia's heart filled and she clinked glasses with her husband, taking a drink of the chilled champagne. Her throat was dry and the coolness of the liquid was exactly what she need. For the next hour they ate and recalled their day, sharing different details leading up to the wedding.

Fitz asked about the garter and she enjoyed telling him about OPA visiting her in the bridal suite earlier that afternoon. His grin was wide when she retold the story of Harrison and Quinn looking for a place to get it embroidered.

"I'm indebted to your associates," he teased in between bites of food. Olivia laughed and told him that was exactly what she envisioned him saying about the gift.

The topic soon shifted to his time with Karen and Teddy. He shared first about Karen and their plans with the grounds at the Vermont Estate. He was hoping now that the wedding was done, they could focus on her area of land. He wanted Karen to have her own space in their home and felt the ranch was a perfect opportunity to make that happen. Olivia suggested they arrange for Karen to meet with some architects when they return to get the process started. They chatted a bit more about the ranch until Fitz brought up AFO.

"I had no idea we even took off," Olivia said. She watched Fitz smile and he shared his pilot was under strict orders not to speak a word over the intercom. Olivia laughed and covered her face in embarrassment while thanking him for making that request.

They continued to laugh and enjoy themselves until both their plates were nearly empty. Fitz was first to stand and he retrieved a rectangular box gift wrapped with beautiful silk ribbon. He handed it to Olivia and told her to open it.

"Fitz..." She wanted to tell him no more gifts but the look on his face made her think otherwise. She decided to hold her tongue and pull the ivory ribbon apart. Inside was a white bikini, along with a long sheer cover up; both gifts taking her completely by surprise.

"I take it I'm going to need this at some point this week..." Fitz smiled and nodded his head.

"At some point...yes." He eventually confirmed, unwilling to give her any more information.

Olivia placed the bathing suit back inside the box and stood, walking around the table in front of him. She extended her arm and he stood, linking his fingers with hers. They walked hand in hand back into their private quarters and both disrobed heading straight into bed. Fitz sat against the headboard and positioned Olivia in front so he could rub her shoulders. She closed her eyes at his soothing rhythm and leaned her head back against his chest. Her body began to fully relax and without meaning to she eventually fell fast asleep.

When Olivia awoke she saw Fitz sitting behind the small desk in the corner of the room. His glasses were on and he appeared to be studying whatever was on the computer screen in front of him. The room was dimly lit and she had no idea what time it was. Her body felt rested and she stretched underneath the sheets catching Fitz's attention.

"We should be landing within the hour. I was waiting for you to shower." He closed the laptop in front of him and sat back in the chair. She slowly sat up and slid her naked body on top of the bed making her way closer towards him.

"I'm glad you waited, Mr. President." She climbed into his lap and Fitz pushed his chair back making room for her. She straddled his lap and kissed him passionately, tasting the whiskey he must have poured while she was sleeping.

Olivia slowly unfastened his robe and caressed his chest. Fitz began to kiss her neck and finally stood carrying her into the bathroom. He walked straight to the shower and with one hand turned the knob. Water began to cascade down and Fitz placed Olivia on the granite sink, allowing his own robe to fall to the ground.

"You taste different." Olivia's eyes grew wide at his words and she tilted her head to one side trying to figure out what he meant by the comment.

"Do I?" Was all she responded. Fitz shook his head up and down and rested his arms on either side of her legs.

"You taste married."

Everything inside her heated and she touched his cheek for a moment, slowly moving her hand down his body to his shaft. She wrapped her fingers around his penis, cupping his balls with her other hand.

"Let's see how you taste..." She responded suggestively. Fitz moaned and carried her this time into the shower. The water was warm and the second Fitz set her down she went on her knees, kneeling down before him.

Olivia didn't hesitate taking him into her mouth. His bulge was growing harder and harder and she peeked up to see Fitz close his eyes. One of his hands grabbed her hair while the other palmed the tile in front of him.

She pleasured him for some time until he finally released into her mouth, his cum spilling down her chin. Fitz pulled her up and held her close, burying his face into the crook of her neck. His breathing was heavy and Olivia kissed him gently several times on the cheek soothing him along the way. Once he calmed they eventually showered, taking their time and going slow with one another.

The lights on the ceiling suddenly blinked three times and Fitz explained it was Monroe's signal they were officially in Italy. They quickly finished up in the shower and began to dress, getting ready together in the bathroom. Fitz suddenly disappeared and returned with the gift Olivia opened earlier.

"Wear this.." He handed her the box and she smiled wondering what he had planned. She took the items out and placed them on but didn't ask any questions. The bathing suit was a perfect fit and the sheer cover up was simply gorgeous. She actually wasn't certain which of them she liked more.

The remainder of the time was spent with Olivia getting ready. She took some time straightening her hair even though she knew it would more than likely get wet again. Fitz changed into some jeans and a white button up and went back to the laptop in the corner of the bedroom. Soon, the lights flashed again letting them know they would be landing soon. Fitz took Olivia's hand and they went into the main cabin and sat down. They each looked out the window as they landed. It was late afternoon and Olivia had lost all sense of time.

Once they landed, Monroe greeted them before they exited AFO. Olivia felt extremely underdressed but tried not to show how uncomfortable she actually felt. They both thanked him for his well wished and made their decent down the long staircase. A black limousine was parked nearby and both Huck and Hal escorted them towards the vehicle.

"We're not going to the hotel we stayed at are we?" Olivia asked. Fitz put the sunglasses that were tucked inside his shirt on and smiled.

"Not today...no." Olivia turned and looked out the window at their surroundings, wondering what the President of the United States had in store for her. A short ride down a winding road eventually led them to a water taxi. Olivia noticed men on board that looked like Italian Secret Service agents. Her curiosity continued to peek her interest but she decided not to ask any more questions.

The water taxi was long and not something she was expecting. The air was windy and she snuggled into Fitz who kept one hand securely around her the entire time. An eternity seemed to pass when the island finally came into view. Olivia's eyes widened when she realized this was the place they would be staying at.

The island was large and seemed remotely secluded and Olivia wondered who's house it belongs to. They soon docked and Fitz helped her out, linking his fingers with hers. They walked up a long pebbled path and headed up white stairs. The home was gorgeous and had enormous open windows overlooking the water. There was a large wrap around deck with several lounge chairs placed around a private pool on the first level.

Fitz opened the door for her and Olivia didn't know where to look first. The place was elegant and decorated as if you were stepping into a magazine. Different shades of blue were carefully displayed throughout the house matching the color of the ocean outside. Olivia turned to look at Fitz who was standing near the door. He watched her closely and waited for her reaction.

"Who lives here?" She asked, setting her purse down. She continued to walk around the space almost afraid to touch anything.

"President Torricelli owns it but it's been vacant for some time. There's a rumor he's selling it..."

Olivia stopped and turned towards him, looking him over carefully. His hands were in his pockets and his glasses returned to his shirt, safely tucked in like before. She knew Fitz well and the only way he would know it was being sold was if he, himself was interested in the property.

"There's four bedrooms upstairs and a private suite on the third floor. There's a wrap around porch with views of the island from every direction...I've arranged to have an early dinner there tonight."

Olivia broke eye contact and continued to walk around and into the kitchen. A large display of fresh fruit sat on the granite and she helped herself to a few grapes.

"Dinner will be ready in about an hour...will you take a walk with me?" She nodded her head yes and reached for his hand. They walked back outside and both of them took their shoes off before walking down the stairs.

The sand was warm and she enjoyed the grit of it in between her toes. They walked around the outer perimeter of the house and then towards the ocean. Fitz wanted her to know where secret service would be stationed and explained there were a few places they would have total privacy...the main one being on the top level of the house and one spot near the ocean. He pointed in it's direction and Olivia saw an area surrounded by large trees.

"How long are we staying here?" She asked. A gust of wind suddenly passed through them and her sheer cover up blew into the breeze.

"Three days here and three days back at the hotel." A mixture of emotions filled her inside. Being alone with Fitz on a deserted island was as if her deepest fantasy was coming true. She simply couldn't believe this was happening.

"I want to show you one more thing before we go eat..." Fitz reached for her hand and led her down to an area adjacent to the house. They walked about 200 feet when Olivia saw it. Deep within the trees was a large area of land covered in flowers. It instantly reminded her of the Vermont Estate. The flowers weren't orchards but looked similar and she smiled at Fitz who led her closer so they could both have a better view.

"How did you know this was here?"

"I got the layout of the island from Huck. He's worked with Torricelli's people the last few weeks making the security arrangements. The photos don't do this place justice."

They remained quiet for a short time and Olivia walked around, taking everything in. The place was like a dream and somewhat overwhelming. She had so many questions but was waiting for the right time to ask.

The sun began to set and they decided to head back to the house. They were both growing hungry and Fitz indicated it would be time to eat soon. Jet-lag began to set in and Olivia should've been more tired but the adrenaline of being their kept her wide awake.

When they finally made their way to the top level of the home Fitz led her directly to the porch where a table and two chairs awaited them. The table was small but decorated beautifully. She could see a wine bottle in the center along with two covered plates. Fitz pulled her chair out for her to sit and immediately poured her a glass. She caught glimpse of the label and her entire body reacted to the eagle on the front.

She had been waiting for this.

Olivia closed her eyes and took a drink. Images of her previous time in Italy replayed in her head and her body began to tingle. Fitz poured himself a glass and sat across from her, his face serene and content.

They both began to eat, taking in the gorgeous view around then. The ocean looked like an oil painting and Olivia couldn't wait to get in. The air was crisp...clean and although she didn't have much clothing on she felt quite comfortable. Fitz seemed quiet and she wasn't certain what to make of his silence.

"Did you buy this house?" She watched him place his fork down and lean back in his chair at the question.

"No, Livvie I haven't." His voice was low and she wondered what exactly he was thinking.

"But you want to?" Fitz remained quiet and Olivia took a long sip of wine. The bottle itself brought back so many memories. Just seeing it in front of her made her feel alive.

"I want a piece of Italy...for us. For our family. I can't buy the hotel I proposed to you in and I think this is the next best thing. It's secluded and private and I can see us making a lot of memories here...of what matters most."

Fitz referenced the words she wrote to him and it was her turn to now place her fork down. Emotions took over and her heart felt as if it was about to explode. It never ceased to amaze her how parallel they were. They were both constantly looking at the bigger picture and ultimately their family was always at the forefront of their mind.

He moved his plate and silverware aside and motioned for Olivia to come to him. She stood and made her way around wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. He pulled her sheer cover up off and she willingly stepped out of it.

FPOV

Fitz admired the bathing suit and refrained from tearing it off of her. The top of her breasts were exposed and he reached around her body, grabbing the bottle of Screaming Eagle behind her. He felt Olivia's body tense as well as her grip around him tighten.

One hand gently pulled on the white string of her bikini and her top instantly feel onto the floor. Fitz placed the tip of the bottle on her neck and slowly made an imaginary line down her body. He then pulled the white strings near her hips and watched as the bottom portion joined it's matching counterpart on the ground.

As if reading his mind, Olivia placed her hand over his and guided the tip of the bottle directly to her pussy. It grazed her insides and the contact made her entire body flinch. He watched her closely and could tell she was waiting for this to happen. Fitz eventually removed the bottle and lifted it slowly to his mouth, taking a generous swallow.

Their sexual tension soon turned to lust and he returned the bottle in between her legs. Olivia raised her leg to him, bending it at the knee. The movement was so sexy...so provocative he forced himself to calm not wanting to rush the moment. He slowly positioned the bottle back to its previous spot until her body flinched again. Fitz repeating the pattern over and over, stimulating her clit with the top of it. Olivia was now clawing at his body, her fingers tugging at his hair. She cursed into the air...some words he couldn't even make out and it simply was one of the sexist moments he ever witnessed.

Her orgasm was strong and he used his free hand to steady her in place. When she stilled he sat her on the table and spread her legs open. The air grew thick and although they were outdoors the space between them closed in and all could think about was consuming every inch of her body.

The table was small and didn't leave Olivia much room to lay down. He watched her shove items out of the way...plates and forks falling loudly onto the ground. She seemed obliviously to what was happening and only concerned with one thing...getting herself comfortable.

Fitz massaged her body with one hand, hovering over it with determined masculinity. Nightfall was approaching and the light from inside the house illuminated the table displaying her body for him to see. Her nipples were growing hard from the oceans breeze and he lifted the bottle once again repeating the tradition he began in Italy last year.

He licked the wine that fell on her nipples, first one and then the other. Olivia's arms were up around her head, her lips parted and grazing the inside of her inner arm. Fitz lifted her legs to the table, positioning her heals on the edge. The top of the bottle met her core again, this time teasing her body of what was to come.

The first pour made Olivia's toes curl, her sounds muffled by her own arm. He licked the wine from her pussy slow, sitting down in the chair to take his time, repeating the process several times. Olivia's sounds were mesmerizing, her taste divine and she captivated his attention. Her wedding ring sparkled catching the light several times with each of her movements and it deep down pleased him to no end seeing that ring on her finger.

His tongue was relentless and left her raw, exposing her walls for him to continue to feast on. When he finally had his fill he stood undoing his pants and setting his fully erect cock free. Fitz bent down and kissed Olivia passionately on the lips, her hands eager to grab on to him. Their tongues danced together and it was difficult for him to pull away.

"Turn over," he whispered against her skin. Her eyes remained closed and there was something about watching her turn her own body over to him that brought him such pleasure. She didn't hesitate and reached for the edge of the table on her own, ready and more than willing.

He poured wine down her back and kissed his way down licking part of her spine along the way. Fitz stepped in between her legs and widened her stance, exposing her backside to him. Olivia lifted her head in anticipation but didn't speak a word.

The wine was now an aphrodisiac, sending them both into another level of desire. Fitz poured the wine and finally set the bottle down using both his hands to spread her out even farther. He sat down again and entered her flower roughly with his tongue, pulling her hips back towards him.

Olivia's sounds were hypnotic and turned him on in a way he found nearly frightening. He eventually retreated his tongue and stood positioning himself to his liking. He began to trace slow imaginary lines down her back as if he was mentally communicating with her body. Olivia's grip around the table tightened and he watched her knuckles grow nearly white against the wood.

He entered her roughly and Olivia's head jerked up at the contact. Anal sex with her would forever remain an experience he treasured. It was something they only experienced with one another and one of the most intimate ways he could ever become one with her body. Her tightness felt extraordinary and he quickly found his rhythm entering her over and over with precision and finesse.

He hovered over her, linking fingers with hers, their sounds exposed and organic. Fitz began to speak into her ear, her cries growing louder with every word. The desire to orgasm overwhelmed him and his moans grew deeper and deeper with each thrust. Their sounds were a mixture of passion and thirst and he could feel the perspiration forming between them.

Olivia's body began to weaken, her cries muffled and subdued. She begged for more then begged for mercy and he loved the inner battle she fought when they made love in this manner. He was close to climaxing and knew she wasn't lasting much longer. He found her ear and kissed the back of it softly.

"You're mine, Mrs. Grant. Every inch of you belongs to me." Olivia cried out at his words, her moans catching the breeze as it blew between them.

Fitz reached to her center and before pulling out, massaged her clit slowly awakening the other part of her body. The moment he felt a reaction he pulled out and Olivia buried her head into her arm stifling her screams. He turned her around and finally took his shirt off, entering her core slowly. She pulled him down onto the table and held him close before burying herself against him.

They were sweaty and overstimulated experiencing an intimacy difficult to explain. He craved her and although he was inside her it still wasn't enough. Fitz pulled her hair from behind and sucked her neck roughly. Their cries were animalistic and Fitz barely recognized his own voice.

Olivia was first to orgasm with Fitz quick to follow. Each of them were spent and breathing heavily. After some time Fitz finally stood and slowly pulled himself out from inside her. He gently lifted Olivia off the table and carried her back inside. She remained quiet and knew her body was exhausted. He walked directly into the bathtub and turned on the water, setting Olivia's feet on the tile floor. A plush towel was nearby and he grabbed it off the hook, wrapping her body with it.

When the water filled the top of the tub they both stepped in and took turns washing one another. Their bodies were sticky and they each took great pleasure in taking care of each other. They remained quiet as they often did after experiencing themselves like this. Fitz cherished how freely she opened herself up to him. Their time together was precious and he couldn't put into words how deeply he loved her.

"This house is so beautiful," she said suddenly, somewhat surprising him. Her voice was soft and he could hear the exhaustion in her voice.

"You're beautiful," he replied, kissing her shoulders.

They remained quiet in the tub until their fingers began to prune. Fitz stood and helped Olivia dry off, something he often did when they bathed together. He could feel Olivia's stare and finally made eye contact with her.

"It's beautiful but not kid friendly..."

He paused at the comment and smiled, eventually taking care of his own needs. Olivia went straight into bed and crawled under the sheets, throwing the towel onto the floor along her way. Fitz quickly joined her and they cuddled close together looking around at the room before turning off the lights.

"We'll be here for two full days, Livvie. Let's take some time before we leave and really discuss investing in this property."

Olivia wrapped her legs with his and positioned herself even closer into him. She didn't respond verbally, simply nodding her head up and down. Fitz rested his head against hers and eventually they both drifted to sleep.

OPOV

Sunlight beamed through the windows and Olivia awoke, shielding her eyes with her pillow. Her body was sore and she slowly sat up, stretching her arms. Fitz was nowhere to be seen and she took the opportunity to look around the suite. It was large, open with panoramic views of the ocean. Her bags were in an adjacent smaller room and she decided to dress, looking for another gift she bought Fitz. She found the small bag hidden in her side zipper and pulled it out before finally heading into the bathroom.

She was just finishing up when Fitz came in. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and was wearing black swim shorts. He handed her the cup and kissed her good morning, letting her know breakfast was ready. They made their way downstairs and Olivia commented on how wonderful the smell was.

"It's homemade bread..." Fitz stated, motioning to the oven with his head. He led her to an outdoor patio with two plates of food waiting for them. Olivia sat down and still couldn't believe they were in a place like this.

The morning consisted of them having a leisurely breakfast and then taking a walk down to the ocean. They sat in the sand together and talked, enjoying their time together. When the weather grew too warm, Olivia changed back into her bikini and cooled off in the water. They played like children from time to time, splashing one another and it was so refreshing seeing Fitz so relaxed. He was much older than her but looking at him you would never know. It was yet anther opportunity showing her what a young soul he truly was.

Olivia insisted on cooking them dinner and suggested they go skinning dipping for dessert. She could see the wheels in his head turning at the mention of it and he eventually stood leaving her alone for a few minutes while she tended to the kitchen. The home was truly gorgeous but she had a hard time envisioning children in the space. It looked more like a museum but she kept an open mind and looked for changes she could make so it would be more suitable for a family. When Fitz returned he motioned for Olivia to join him and led her down a specific path. It felt strange not seeing anyone else besides Fitz the past day and a half. But it only meant Secret Service was doing their job.

"No one will see us here," he said taking his clothes off. His face turned childlike again and Olivia couldn't contain the smile on her face. She quickly undressed and they ran into the ocean, Fitz pretending to chase her. The second their feet entered the water he scooped her up and carried her farther in.

Olivia's squeals echoed into the air and she kicked her legs freely, splashing water in every direction. When they were waist deep Fitz set her down and they swam like giddy children. The moon was bright and made beautiful shadows all around them. She admired how peaceful things had been and she had to admit they wouldn't have had this much privacy at the hotel.

Fitz swam over to her and wrapped her legs around his waist. They were now nose to nose and Olivia kissed the tip affectionately. She could feel him becoming hard and she purposely pushed her breasts into his chest.

"I've dreamed of this moment...the way you look right now under the moonlight-"

"A moonlight serene..." She said interrupting him. They were words from their special song and she watched Fitz's entire face react to them. He kissed her passionately and before long they were making love in the ocean, Olivia clinging to him with everything inside of her.

"I have never loved anyone the way I love you..." She whispered the words in his ear as each thrust went deeper and deeper inside her. The water made her tight to the point she felt pain but she didn't care. She craved him and felt the need to share just how much.

They made love in the ocean, under a full moon with Olivia whispering her undying love for him. Fitz showered her with kisses with every word, showing his love for her in the physical form. It was a moment neither would forget and another example of how special and connected they were.

When they finally retreated back to land, they dressed and returned to the house completely soaked, heading directly to the shower. Olivia left her hair curly and hadn't bothered wearing make up the past few days. It felt good being this way around Fitz and it reminded her of their time together for the week alone in Vermont.

After their shower, Olivia invited Fitz to join her on the balcony. The stars were bright and they simply enjoyed the tranquility around them. She grabbed the gift she brought for Fitz and handed him the small package. He sat down on a nearby lounge chair and opened it, a wide smile spreading across his face. He immediately held it up to his nose to smell it and the sight reminded her of their home in Cleveland Avenue.

"It's a perfect night for it," Olivia said, joining him. A bright glow sparked in the night and she enjoyed hearing the little sounds coming from Fitz. His most guilty pleasure was smoking a good cigar and she knew it had been some time since he last enjoyed one.

"Yes it is." He puffed several times before eventually sitting back in the chair.

They sat side by side and stared up at the sky each of them deep in thought. She peaked at Fitz and admired his silhouette in the dim light. He looked peaceful and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the poison resting in between his fingers. He turned to look at her and one of their many intimate looks were exchanged.

"Come here," Fitz said, eventually setting the cigar down. Olivia stood and slowly straddled his lap. She could smell the cigar all over him.

"Are you sore?" He asked. She could feel his warm breath against her skin and she instinctively felt herself grow moist at his words. His body was warm and felt good against the breeze and she couldn't stop herself from wrapping her arms around him.

"Why do you ask?" Her words were suggestive and she reached underneath his robe and gently stoked his ever growing penis in her hands.

A deep moan radiated through his chest and she felt him re-shift his weight, giving her more access to him. Fitz opened her robe and exposed her breasts to him, taking her nipple into his mouth. Her strokes increased and so did his suck, his cum now spreading in between her fingers. He didn't try to enter her, allowing her body to rest and her gratitude was apparent. She pushed her breasts into him repeatedly and increased her tempo with her hands. She couldn't remember the last time she gave him a hand job and but she appreciated the spare given on her body.

Fitz moaned, nearly grunting against her skin and she knew he was close. She whispered in his ear how good he felt in between her fingers and that was his undoing. He came in her hands hard, burying his head in between her breasts. Olivia kissed him gently several times before finally removing her hand. She watched him slowly sit back and finally open his eyes. The air was turning cooler and she eventually stood, reaching for his cigar in the process. She handed it back to him before heading into the bathroom to freshen up. When she returned he finally put the cigar out and stood, taking her by the hand.

They both disrobed and slid into bed, both of them growing use to the island routine they were quickly developing. Tomorrow would be there last day before spending time at the hotel where Fitz proposed. Olivia was excited to see their special view but began to feel an attachment to this house she wasn't expecting to feel.

"I keep having this vision of you and I can't get it out of my head. Your pregnant and walking in the sand." His words took her off guard and she instantly closed her eyes trying to capture the image in her own mind.

She eventually fell asleep to visions of sand and the sea...and of this house that was beginning to feel like something more.

The last day on the island was a quiet one and spent mostly outdoors. Fitz arranged for a picnic in the sand and Olivia spent time taking pictures of each room she could later reference should they indeed decide to buy the property. The weather was perfect and relaxing and island living quickly became a routine they fell in love with.

It was near 7:00 in the evening when Hal appeared in the dining room startling both of them. He announced they would be departing within the hour and arrangements were being made in the hotel for their arrival. They were just finishing up dinner and Olivia stood and carried her plate into the kitchen. A sadness set in and she turned towards Fitz who seemed to be feeling it also.

"Let's buy it..." Olivia was leaned against the granite, a glass of wine in her hands. Fitz turned at her words and joined her in the kitchen pinning her against the counter with his arms.

"Are your sure, Livvie? We don't have to decide this now." They were nose to nose and Olivia stared at the blue eyes in front of her.

"I want a piece of Italy too...it's going to take some time getting the house like I want but I think you're right...this would be a great vacation home for our family." Fitz wrapped his arms around her and they embraced for a long while. The sadness she felt suddenly turned to excitement and a peace about their decision settled in.

Within the hour, as promised, it was finally time to leave. They had just spent time giving the house one last tour, this time discussing the details of what Olivia wanted changed. Fitz was certain the home could be a solid investment opportunity for them in the long run.

When they finally made their way downstairs, they walked hand in hand and turned around to get a view of the house one last time. Olivia rested her head against Fitz's chest and kissed the side of his chin.

"Thank you for bringing me here..."

Fitz turned and kissed her, whispering how he couldn't wait to make his dream come true. He wanted to see her walking in the sand pregnant with their child. She closed her eyes at his words and desperately hoped his dream would become a reality.

Eventually, they made their way back to the dock and loaded into the water taxi heading to their next honeymoon destination. They watched the island grow smaller and smaller as the boat sped away. They snuggled close into one another each of them thinking of their time spent together.

And they both couldn't wait to return.

It was late when they finally arrived to the hotel, entering the same side entrance they did over a year ago. Giddiness set in and she couldn't help herself. She was eager to be back in the penthouse and completely ready to see the gorgeous canal she'd been dreaming about since their last time in Italy.

Everything looked the same and was just as she remembered. They walked hand in hand down the long hall and straight to the elevator that led them directly to the top floor. When they finally arrived, Olivia walked straight to the outside balcony overlooking the view that meant so much to her. Fitz was close behind and watched her every move.

Memories of Fitz's proposal replayed in her mind like an old movie camera. She would never forget seeing him bent down on one knee or the words that he said to her. Fitz must have sensed her nostalgia because he came behind her and whispered in her ear some of the same words he spoke long ago.

"I've spent every minute of every day loving you..." Olivia closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest. The noices of the city below them soothed her and the faint sound of music could be heard. They stood like this for a long while until Olivia walked back into the room to turn the lights off. Fitz was now seated on a chair on the balcony and the only lights were from the town below.

Olivia straddled Fitz, lifting up the sundress she wore to her waist. He pulled down one of the straps on her shoulders down and exposed her breast, immediately taking it into his mouth. Being there again was too much and her desire for him quickly took over. She grinded his lap and could feel his erection against her. Fitz's hand moved from her breast to her pussy and Olivia welcomed his finger inside. She was still sore from their ocean rendezvous and her clit welcomed the extra foreplay.

She rode his fingers until that familiar ache inside sparked, making her stomach clinch. Fitz concentrated on her breasts, sucking them until her nipples grew raw. Suddenly, Fitz stood, removing his fingers from her insides and using the hand to undo his pants. He placed her back against the glass and thrusted into her in a slightly aggressive manner. They were both semi clothed which turned her on even more.

"Keep your eyes open," he commanded, speaking against her temple. He knew how much she loved the view and this was his way of making another memory with her. Olivia did what he asked and her body was on sensory overload. The sounds of the city, the smell, the view of the canal...it was more than she could handle.

Fitz's thrusts were deep and he buried his face into her neck sucking it along the way. It was now his turn to pledge his devotion to her, whispering how precious she was to him and how much he wanted to make her happy. His words were her undoing and everything inside her clinched. Despite wanting to close her eyes, she didn't, keeping her promise to him. Fitz soon followed, finding his own climax, calling her name as he emptied his seed inside her.

It was a special moment...especially for Olivia. She didn't know how many more times they would be returning to this balcony and she treasured this time with him. They stayed connected for a short while until Fitz eventually set her back down on her feet. Her dress instantly feel back into place and she watched as Fitz began to take the rest of his clothes off. She remained near the railing, overlooking the city and admiring the view below, wishing deep down she could one day explore the town.

Fitz called from inside the room and asked her to join him. He was seated near the bed and changing into something more comfortable. She went to the bag nearby and began to do the same.

"I've arranged for us to do some window shopping...Huck was able to secure a two hour time frame for us.

The shops don't open until 10:00 to the public but we'll have access to everything before then. It means we'll have to get up early but I didn't think you would mind..." He was smiling at her and Olivia nearly jumped up and down at his words. She couldn't believe he did this and at first she didn't know how to respond...a simply 'thank you' just seemed so inadequate.

"I don't know what to say..." She stood in front of him somewhat frozen in place. He stood and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hair line.

"We can't take a gondola ride, Livvie. Secret Service couldn't make it happen...I'm sorry." She could hear the regret in his voice and she quickly wanted to make it stop.

"Fitz...you've done so much. It's okay...we will one day." She took his face into her hands and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Get some sleep...I need to touch base with Cyrus. I'll join you soon."

He kissed her on the cheek and she watched him disappear into a small room near the door. She washed up in the bathroom and eventually got into bed. It had been three days since she last spoke to Abby or anyone at OPA. She wondered how things were going but didn't check her phone. The moment they returned to Washington her attention would be needed and she truly wanted to enjoy having no responsibility. She rested her head on the pillow and awaited for Fitz to join her.

A knock sounded on the door and Olivia's eyes flew open. She felt Fitz stir, eventually standing and opening the door. She overhead Huck and slowly sat up making her way to the bathroom. They both dressed and Olivia's excitement grew. She was about to experience something that was a first for both of them and she truly couldn't wait.

They decided to skip breakfast and headed straight downstairs. An unmarked car awaited them and Huck began to give a few details when they entered the car. Secret Service was in place and positioned accordingly throughout the small shopping area. Fitz made certain Olivia knew the entire area was open to them and he encouraged her to enjoy herself and set aside anything she wanted. It would later be purchased through Secret Service and sent immediately to the White House.

Olivia paid close attention to the buildings and admired their architecture. She wore a white floral dress and could feel Fitz's eyes on her. He was casually dressed and she loved being with him like this. For a small amount of time they could be a normal couple and the thought made her feel so carefree. She leaned her head back against the leather, locking eyes with him.

"I can't believe you did this." He smiled at her but didn't reply. They suddenly turned down a narrow street and the car began to slow. Huck was the first person out of the car and quickly opened it for Olivia. Once out, he led both of them around a corner and wished them a good time. She found the gesture truly sweet.

Fitz grabbed her hand and they began to walk down the street looking around. The quaint little town was charming and she loved everything about it. They went into a series of several shops and enjoyed the normalcy of their time together. Olivia picked out several paintings for their private residence in the White House along with a few sculptures for the Vermont Estate. Fitz picked out a few things for both Teddy and Karen and they reminisced on how grown up he looked wearing a tuxedo at the wedding.

They entered the last boutique at the end of the street when Huck informed them they would need to be heading back soon. She noticed Fitz stay behind while she made her way throughout the tiny shop. In the very back of the store was a large doll house that grabbed her attention. It reminded her of something she had in her childhood and she stopped in front of it to admire the craftsmanship. A few moments later she felt Fitz's fingers loop inside her pockets. He was standing behind her, his head somewhat draped over her shoulder.

"Wow...look at the detail." He spoke close to her ear and she nodded her head up and down in agreement.

"I had a doll house similar to this when I was little. I remember playing with it for hours." Fitz kissed her softly on the shoulders but didn't say anything in return. She tried to recall specific memories but had a hard time doing so. After some time she turned and made her way back outside.

There were no agents anywhere which she found to be odd. She was about to turn and ask Fitz when he pulled her to the side of the store, pinning her against the wall. The stone brushed up against her back and she instantly dropped the small clutch in her hand once she processed what was going on.

Fitz's hands were everywhere and she closed her eyes at the realization of what was actually happening. She felt him kiss her neck several times before lifting her dress with his hands. His breath was warm and he kissed the top of her lip softly.

"When we have a daughter, we're going to buy her that doll house..." Tears pricked the corners of her eyes and a warmth festered deep within.

"Fitz..." She felt him push her panties to the side and enter her center with his middle finger. Her breath caught and she finally had the courage to open her eyes.

"I love this dress...it was such a good choice for today. You know what your body does to me." He began to massage her inner walls and quickly moved directly to her clit not wasting any precious time.

"Fitz..." She said again, this time barely audible. "Here? Are you sure?"

They had never made love like this; in such a public place. It was outdoors and in broad daylight. She was worried and felt like she needed to ask. He smiled and replied against her mouth, his fingers massaging her pearl in a slow exaggerated circular motion.

"Oh, I'm sure..." He suddenly lifted her leg up from behind the knee, causing more friction with his fingers. Her body began to instantly respond; shutting down her conscious.

Things progressed quickly and the next thing she knew Fitz was unzipping his pants and picking her up to enter her. The stone wall behind her was smooth and she could feel the back of her dress hitched up around her waist. She clawed his shoulders at his entry and everything warmed inside of her. Fitz kissed her neck passionately and whispered the most beautiful words against her mouth.

"You're going to be the best mother..."

Everything about what he said overwhelmed her and she didn't know why. Maybe it was being in Italy or making love in the outdoors or finally being married to him... but all she knew was at this exact moment she had never felt so loved by this man.

A small cry escaped her and she could feel his love with each thrust. She tried to savor the moment, knowing they may never have the chance to make love in such a way again. Fitz grabbed the side of her hair and wrapped the ends with his fingers bringing her head towards him. He kissed her passionately on the lips, sucking her bottom lip in the process. She was eventually the first to break free, their foreheads now touching.

"I love you, Fitz," she breathed out.

Olivia's grip tightened at the sounds radiating off of him. They were both close to finding their release when Fitz spoke again, pumping one of her breasts with his hands. He told her how good she felt...and how much he wanted to fuck her against these stone walls the moment he saw them. The rawness of the moment took hold and all sense of reality slipped away.

Her orgasm was hard and ripped through her abdomen. She felt overheated and could feel portions of Fitz's shirt wet from perspiration. He emptied into her just as strong, burying his face against her neck.

Once their composure was gained, he slowly eased himself out and lowered her slowly back down. Her sandals felt slightly uncomfortable and she tried to readjust them back into place. Fitz zipped his pants up and helped Olivia smooth her dress from the new wrinkles that formed. They both eventually placed their sunglasses back on and she watched Fitz check the time. He grabbed her hand and stared at her before leading her back through the street.

"Brunch will be waiting for us...we need to get going." His breathing was still a bit erratic and she lovingly touched his cheek.

"Thank you...I can't say it enough."

FPOV

They returned to their hotel and ate a leisurely brunch on the balcony. The weather was warm and Fitz was pleased to see the town was still as relaxing and laid back as he remembered. The town below them slowly came alive and they both people watched and chatted for most of their time on the balcony.

The food was indulgent and they both ate to their hearts content. He enjoyed listening to Olivia's sounds as she ate. She always made a big deal at how good something tasted and would close her eyes and moan quietly in appreciation. They spent most of the early afternoon relaxing and Fitz finally encouraged Olivia to join him for a nap. She looked at him closely and he could see the wheels turning.

"We have a big night ahead of us..." He didn't offer any more information and Olivia didn't ask. She simply stood and smiled, slightly shaking her head from side to side. He knew he was being extravagant but couldn't help himself.

He waited too long for this.

Their nap consisted mostly of foreplay and no sleep. He knew Olivia purposely came to bed in little clothing and he couldn't keep his hands off of her. He also knew her body well and had no doubt it was sore so he made it a point not to take things very far.

He felt himself finally dozing off when a knock on the door sounded. Olivia didn't move and he realized she fell asleep. Her head was on his chest so he slowly lifted himself up and slid from underneath. He opened the door and Hal handed them the large box. He set it down on a nearby table and took the opportunity to make certain all the arrangements were in place for tonight.

Before Olivia had the chance to wake he returned to bed and slowly slid back next to her. She instantly gravitated towards him, her legs positioning themselves exactly as they were before. He kissed her hair softly and closed his eyes, eagerly awaiting for their evening together.

"Another gift!" Olivia's tone was elevated and he could see the disbelief on her face.

Fitz began to undress and headed for the shower, ignoring her slight protest. They had just awoken from a nap and Olivia saw the large white box where Fitz left it. He noticed she didn't open it right away and the fact she didn't want him doting on her made him love her even more. She wasn't the type of woman that wanted to be spoiled which in turn only further motivated him.

He was now inside the shower and lathering the soap when he saw Olivia standing nearby. Her arms were crossed and amusement set in. This was definitely going to get interesting.

"Why don't you at least open it first?" He suggested through the glass. The warm water cascaded over him and he closed his eyes awaiting Olivia's response. Some time passed before she finally responded.

"No more after this...okay." He smiled at her words and rinsed his body, eventually turning the water off. Olivia remained near the door and handed him a towel. Her face was soft and he could tell she was awaiting a response.

"Fitz..." She raised her eyebrows and watched him walk over to the sink.

"Olivia..." He replied flippantly.

A stare down ensued through the mirror and he admired the view. Her hair was in disarray from their nap and she stood in lace underwear with a matching tank. Her nipples were erect and he could see them through the material.

Olivia was the first to break and uncrossed her arms. She shook her head at him in playful annoyance and he winked at her through the mirror before she left the bathroom. Once he finished at the sink he found her standing near the table in front of the gift. He walked up behind her and kissed gently her on her back.

"Open it." His words were more of a command than a request this time.

They stood for a few moments and he watched Olivia finally pull the silk ribbon from the top. It fell gingerly on the floor and she slowly opened the box and pulled out the dress that was inside. She held it in front of her and stared at it for a long time.

"It's for tonight. It's our last night in Italy. I wanted it to be special." He continued to stand behind her and waited for her to look at him.

"It's beautiful." Her voice was low and she continued looking at it while she spoke. When she finally put it down, she turned and went to him.

"I'm sorry..." He could see the regret in her eyes and his heart warmed. He cupped her cheeks with his hands and kissed her on the lips.

"Don't be. Get ready...we leave in an hour. I have a surprise for you."

It was evening when they finally left the hotel. The car ride was quiet and he could feel the anticipation in the air. Their attire was grandiose in nature yet Olivia didn't ask where they were going. He turned to look at her and she was gazing out the window and appeared to be deep in thought. Her dress was incredibly beautiful, her hair pinned up and he couldn't wait for her to see what awaited them.

When they finally pulled up in front of the building, he watched Olivia's reaction. The Teatro La Fenice was one of Venice's grandest theaters, home to one of the finest and most beloved Operas in the world. Fitz had arranged for them to have dinner in the theater accompanied with a private performance of La Traviata by Giuseppe Verdi.

Olivia turned and stared at him. He leaned his head back against the leather and grabbed her hand, placing her fingers to his lips. She shook her head slightly from side to side and he couldn't help but smile. It was something she had been doing a lot this week after every surprise. He knew she was overwhelmed but he simply had no plans of stopping.

"I love the Opera,"Olivia finally said.

"I know," Fitz replied.

They continued to look at one another for a short time until Fitz finally pushed a button near his door. Huck instantly got out and opened it for them. They walked hand in hand inside the building and were immediately escorted by Secret Service into a private dining room on the first floor. Once seated, Olivia began to ask questions.

"Is this why we visited the island first?" A waiter came in and placed their food on the table but didn't say a word. Olivia kept her eyes on Fitz, waiting for an answer.

"Yes." He finally answered. He knew it wouldn't take long for her to put two and two together.

"A private performance, Fitz. I'm not even sure what to say..."

"Our presence isn't a secret tonight. But I've figured by the time it gets back to the US, we will have already returned."

It was quiet for a moment and Olivia took a drink from the water glass on the table. She looked radiant...like a princess and he hoped she felt that way.

"This week has felt like a dream..." Her words were honest and her eyes filled slightly with tears.

"It's our life now, Livvie. I wanted this week to be something we both would never forget. Once we return to Washington, things will become hectic and it will be an adjustment. Living in the White House every day...it takes some getting used to." He didn't mean for the topic of conversation to turn so serious but at the same time he felt the need to say it out loud.

Olivia sat back in her chair and smiled. Silence filled the room and he waited for her to respond. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Huck give him a signal. He waved his hand over and motioned for him to come closer. His lead agent let the First Couple know the person in charge of the theater was requesting to speak to them. Fitz looked at Olivia and raised his eyebrows at his wife indicating the decision would be hers to make. She thought for a moment before giving her answer.

"Certainly. Huck, will you please show him in." Olivia smiled at her long time friend and he quickly excused himself. Within minutes, a short man in a dark suit entered the room and slightly bowed towards them. He had a thick Italian accent but spoke good English and welcomed them to the Teatro La Fenice.

"Mr. President, Madame First Lady, we are honored you chose to spend part of your honeymoon here. We have a special rendition of La Traviata we will be performing for you tonight. On behalf of my country, Congratulations and Voler Bene."

Both Fitz and Olivia thanked him for his words and shared how much they loved Italy. The gentleman simply nodded and smiled, quickly excusing himself. Fitz returned his attention to Olivia who was now sipping on the glass of wine that had been poured and ready for her to drink.

They finally ate dinner and were eventually escorted upstairs. The inside of the theater was lavishly decorated, filled with iconic Italian history. Grand chandeliers hung from the ceiling and the walls were a deep burgundy and looked fit for royalty. Olivia looked stunning walking next to him. Her dress flowed and they made quite a statement of their own. When they reached their balcony seats, the lights dimmed and the curtain opened. Olivia reached for his hand and squeezed it as the first act unfolded before them.

He peeked at Olivia from time to time and loved seeing her reaction to pivotal moments of the Opera. La Traviata is infamously known as a hopeless love story, filled with heartache...and in many ways mirrored their relationship. The music at times was haunting and by intermission Olivia was practically sitting on his lap.

She looked overwhelmed and he understood her feelings. They both stood and Olivia excused herself to the ladies room. He watched Hal escort her and he decided to pour himself a drink. When she finally returned, the lights dimmed again and the second act was well on its way.

OPOV

Olivia couldn't keep her eyes off the stage. She had been to many Operas before but nothing compared to this. Being here, in such a historic theater left her breathless. And she had this feeling deep in her gut what the "special rendition" would be and she had trouble containing her emotions.

The performers were incredible and left her with goosebumps with every note sung. She felt apart of the story and connected with it on every level. Finally, the end grew near and she held her breath without even realizing it. La Traviata ended in tragedy and although it was a beautiful love story, it most certainly didn't end in happily ever after. She continued to watch completely captivated when it happened. The ending was changed and the main character, Violetta, did not die.

Olivia jumped in her seat and clapped her hands together holding them to her lips. Her tears fell freely as she watched the two lovers sing to one another, the young man bending down on one knee, asking his love to marry him. The curtains closed as the couple embraced and the music finally ended. She sat stunned and utterly speechless they chose to end in this manner.

Fitz touched the side of her face and she snapped back into the present moment. He looked at her with huge doe eyes and she wiped the tears from cheek. They both stood and were ready to leave when Hal entered from behind. He carried in his hand two dozen white long stemmed roses and handed them to Olivia.

"Mrs. Grant, this is from the cast."

Olivia's eyes widened in complete surprise and took the flowers, not sure what to make of their gesture. She turned to look at Fitz when she saw the curtain open again. The members of the cast were now in a long line with the lead couple in the front. They were all clapping and looking up in the balcony in their direction. She felt Fitz lean into her and whisper in her ear.

"It appears you're loved in Italy too, Madame First Lady." He kissed her cheek and stepped back a few steps giving Olivia the spot light. She placed her hand over her heart and semi curtsied in their direction. The applause continued for some time until finally the curtain closed once and for all.

They were both silent walking back to the car. When they finally reached the inside and she was alone with Fitz, Olivia couldn't stop her tears from returning. He quickly pulled her into him but didn't say a word.

"Did you do this? The ending...the flowers...was this you?"

"No, it wasn't," he replied. He truly has no idea they were planning to honor Olivia.

Silence filled the car and Olivia again wiped her tears away. The ending replayed in her mind over and over again and she could still feel the emotion of the performance all throughout her body. She nuzzled into Fitz's neck and kissed it softly, her libido slowly coming alive.

"You are adored... by so many, Olivia. It makes perfect sense to me why they would change the ending."

She felt his whisper against her skin and could smell the bourbon on his breath. Her insides burned and her desire for him surfaced so abruptly she nearly gasped for breath. Fitz reached for a button and a black partition instantly lifted, separating them from Huck and Hal in the front. She wanted to straddle him but her dress was too formal and she tried to gauge how far away they were from the hotel.

Fitz kissed her hair line repeatedly and all she wanted was for them to reach their room. The air grew thick and warm and even though they were barely touching, their physical chemistry was strong and couldn't be denied by either of them.

The car finally came to a stop and Olivia came close to opening her own door. The side entrance was dimly lit and she had half a mind to ask Fitz to clear the hallway and take her right then and there. She was emotional and needy and wanted Fitz so much it hurt.

Their walk to the room was quick until they reached the elevator, which they shared with other Secret Service agents. Fitz began to kiss the side of her neck slowly and her insides felt as if they were on fire. She purposely backed up into Fitz and rubbed slowly against his penis, letting him know exactly what she wanted once they entered the room.

She was completely oblivious to their detail and the moment the doors opened she darted for their room not waiting for anyone to open the door for them. Fitz wasted little time and pressed her up against the wall the second the door closed behind them. His hands were instantly under her dress and Olivia rested her forehead against the wall, allowing him to take over. He teased her pussy, touching it through her panties over and over again. She bit her lip and silently begged for him to undress her.

Finally, her zipper came undone and her dress was off her body within seconds. She stood semi naked facing away from Fitz and she felt him lift her arms above her head, forcing her palms to rest open against the wall. Her eyes closed and she heard Fitz begin to undress behind her. His cock grazed her thigh several times and the moisture between her legs was now seeping through her lace thong.

Fitz pulled her underwear down and she felt him hover her body. His hand palmed her pussy again teasing her but he still didn't enter. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled back exposing her neck to him. She felt him lick her skin several times, his hands now at her breasts, stimulating them with his fingers until her nipples were erect and to his liking. He still wasn't entering her and her patience was growing thin.

Olivia willingly spread her legs hoping to give him a hint. Fitz found her ear and let her know exactly what his intentions were for that night. She kept her eyes tightly shut and buried her head into her arm. He wanted to taste her which meant he wasn't going to enter her until he was ready.

Fitz trailed open mouthed kissed down her back. They were slow. They were deliberate. And they drove Olivia insane. She had nothing to grab on to...nothing to hold...and it made her insides burn. He was now at her backside, licking her folds, exposing herself in the manner only he could. She could tell he was now kneeling and the image of The President of the United States on his knees getting ready to eat her out was nearly more that she could handle.

Olivia's breathing was sporadic and the moment she felt his tongue enter her she raised her body up on her tiptoes. She desperately wanted something to grab yet all she could do was take it. Oral sex from behind always felt different to Olivia...she found it more pleasurable because of the angle and because she could only imagine the way Fitz's face looked in between her legs.

His nose brushed against her clit and she couldn't stop the sounds coming from her mouth. She screamed in pleasure which only made Fitz enter her deeper. Her fingers were now digging into her own skin as she made fists with her hands trying to withstand the pleasure she was feeling.

Fitz finally stood and slowly kissed his way back up her body. She could feel her fluid on his face, his lips leaving trails of her cum every place he touched. He pulled her hair back again and kissed her lips and she could taste the saltiness of her insides.

He eventually turned her body around and lifted her up, walking them to the outside balcony. The fresh air was a welcome feeling and quickly cooled her body. Fitz sat on a chair and lowered Olivia gently down on his shaft. She was slick and slid down easily and loved finally being connected with him. They locked eyes and Fitz pulled the clip in her hair out, allowing it to fall freely around her shoulders.

"Mrs. Grant...you've made me a happy, happy man." His voice was raspy and she could see tears in his eyes. It was in that moment she realized why the ending of the Opera changed. It wasn't to honor her...or because they were their special guests. It was to honor their love and all the obstacles they over came to get where they are now.

Olivia wrapped her arms around him and kissed his face, increasing her rhythm gradually with her hips. They made love outside on the balcony of the hotel where Fitz proposed; in a country that had come to mean so much to both of them. It was freeing to begin their new life together in such an open and accepted way. And she knew Fitz felt it too. It was why they made love outdoors so much this past week.

To each other they were husband and wife, but to the world they had become so much more.

Washington DC

24 Hours Later

OPOV

The White House was quiet and although it was late in the evening it surprised Olivia. They had landed an hour ago and trying to get themselves settled in. Cyrus was waiting for Fitz the moment they entered the West Wing and Olivia left the two gentleman alone and made her way up to their private residence.

She found it odd neither Abby or Lauren were around but she felt too jet-lagged to give it any more thought. When she finally reached their floor, a Secret Service agent was standing post outside their door. He was young and Olivia didn't recognize him. She stood there for a moment waiting for him to move and he shifted uncomfortably looking anywhere but at Olivia.

"Mrs. Grant, I've been instructed to not let you in just yet..." She could sense his embarrassment and before she had the chance to respond she heard Fitz walk up behind her. He didn't speak a word, just picked her up and smiled. The agent quickly opened the door for them and Fitz carried her inside their new official 'home', carrying on with a tradition that was obviously important to him.

"Madame First Lady, Welcome Home." Fitz set her down and smiled down at her, his eyes warm and comforting. She touched his cheek and kissed him. He was such a romantic at heart and she silently prayed he would never lose this character trait.

Their bags were already inside and Olivia wasn't certain where to begin. She was about to reach for a bag when he grabbed her arm and led her to their bedroom. The door was open and she stopped mid step and stared when she saw it.

A beautiful oil painting leaned against their mahogany bed post. It was a painting of their special view in Italy...the balcony view of the canal that meant so much to her. She walked closer and bent down, reading the small inscription in the corner. There was a message from the painter, along with his signature. She read the following words and her stomach did a flip flop when she realized it was a Raffaello Sanzio original.

Amore Eterno,

R. Sanzio

"It's your welcome home gift."

She turned to look at Fitz, her face in complete disbelief. He was now in their closet and appeared to be changing. Olivia stood motionless and couldn't find her words. Fitz continued talking, not giving her a moment to process the painting.

"There's one more thing, Livvie. We never had a first dance...part of that was my fault because I couldn't wait to get you alone...I want to make it up to you now. Wear the dress you wore last night."

Fitz continued to change and Olivia simply stared in his direction. She watched him go to her garment bag and unzip the zipper, pulling her dress out for her. He placed it on the bed and finally walked in her direction.

"I have a long list of things to do. And things are going to really get busy for both of us. You deserve a first dance. Let's enjoy this one last thing before the demands of the office try to take over." He cupped her face with his hands and kissed the corner of her mouth.

She couldn't help but study him carefully. She knew Fitz and everything he did came with purpose where she was concerned and she had a difficult time believing this was a spur of the moment decision. But she also saw the look in his eyes and didn't want to disappoint him.

Fitz helped her out of her clothes and back into the purple dress she wore 24 hours ago. She quickly went to the mirror and pinned her hair up looking herself over. Her make up was soft and somewhat fresh and she decided after a short time it needed something more. She decided to put on the earrings Fitz gave her for a wedding gift.

Once she was finished, she met Fitz near the door and he simply stared at her. After some time, he kissed her cheek, telling her she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever laid eyes on. She touched his face and could feel herself blushing. He soon opened the door for them and they walked down the hallway; proceeded down the long staircase and finally into a side banquet room. The head butler was standing outside and immediately opened the door for them. Olivia remembered his name and stopped to address him before going inside.

"Thank you, Leonard." She smiled at him and his eyes widened in surprise at her acknowledgment.

"My pleasure, Mrs. Grant. Welcome back, ma'am." She could hear the surprise in his voice and she touched his arm, asking him to tell his wife, Coral hello for her.

She immediately saw Abby and Lauren standing near the small dance floor. They had huge grins on their faces and clapped the moment they entered the room. More applause erupted, completely surprising Olivia. She turned to see a large portion of the White House staff lined up on the far end of the room and quickly turned to look at Fitz. He winked at her and continued to walk to the dance floor. She caught glimpse of him nodding towards a corner of the room when suddenly music began to play. A soulful voice she instantly recognized boomed from the ceiling and Olivia was brought to tears.

The song was 'At Last' by Etta James.

"Fitz...I...this is..." She tried to again find her words but couldn't. He pulled her in close and they began to slowly sway to the music.

"I finally get to dance with the one woman I've always wanted to dance with." She closed her eyes at his words and couldn't believe this was happening.

"Why are all these people here?" She had to ask...they continued to clap and smile as if they were cheering for celebrities.

"They're here because you're their First Lady and they want to properly welcome you. They're here because you've gone out of your way to learn ALL their names...AND their family members. That doesn't go unnoticed, Livvie. They see your heart and they love you, just as I always knew they would."

"Fitz...please...I don't deserve all this." Tears continued to fill her eyes and she had a difficult time accepting his words.

"You do. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making certain you know just how much you mean to me."

Olivia held him close and tried her best not to cry. It was an overwhelming ending to an emotional week and nothing could've prepared her for this moment. She held Fitz tight until the song ended and her heart nearly exploded when he dipped her in grand style in front of everyone, kissing her passionately on the lips.

There were no words to describe the way she was feeling. Or how complete her life now was. They were finally beginning their life together under the same roof, not just as President and First Lady but together as husband and wife.

It was indeed a representation of all their dreams coming true and of what truly mattered most.

At Last by Etta James

At last
My love has come along
My lonely days over
And life is like a song

Ooh Yeah, Yeah, At last
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you

I found a dream
That I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill
To press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known

You smile
You smile
Oh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine at last