A/N: This is a special Valentines Day Chapter filled with fantasy, love, and surprises. I was afraid I wouldn't have time to write after the New Year so I decided to get my idea out and update early :) Thanks to Ana for creating the edit that inspired this chapter Xo
Chapter 89: The List
"I believe in love and lust and sex and romance. I don't want everything to add up to some perfect equation. I want mess and chaos. I want someone to go crazy out of his mind for me. I went to feel passion and heat and sweat and madness and I want Valentine's and Cupid's and all the rest of that crap. I want it all." -The Mirror Has Two Faces
Valentines Day has finally arrived and Olivia was determined to make this day a memorable one.
She had successfully been on her medication for weeks and as promised was feeling more and more like herself again. They spent Christmas splitting the day between her parents place and Marisa's who hosted the Grant family in their new condo in Grant Manor.
Since the holidays, their family had fallen into a new routine which Olivia was actually grateful for. The routine consisted of Maddie starting a new preschool part time for a few hours a week. This gave Olivia alone time with Tommy, not to mention alone time for herself to relax and decompress.
As a family, they had been through so much since the birth of Tommy and Olivia knew her marriage had been tested in many ways. She promised herself she would make more of a conscious effort when it came to Fitz and there was no perfect opportunity to show her love than Valentine's Day.
All the arrangements had been made since receiving "The List" and thinking about Fitz's reaction to the request still made her giggle like a crush stricken teenager.
She wasn't certain if her husband would actually come through with her request until a few nights ago when she found the list inside a sealed envelope. It had been handwritten and consisted of Fitz's top three fantasies. There was something about his handwriting that she found so sexy.
The anticipation of the evening left butterflies in her stomach and she rechecked their small overnight bag once again making certain everything she needed was inside.
While rummaging through her suitcase a ding sounded on her iPad indicating a FaceTime request. She opened the device and pressed accept watching Fitz's face illuminate on the screen.
"Baby, I'm finishing up soon and will head home to pick you up in about an hour."
"Great," Liv replied admiring his growing stubble. "We're packed and ready."
"What do you mean we? I haven't packed anything yet."
"I packed for us both, silly. Don't worry, you'll have everything you need."
Fitz continues to look puzzled and finally shared what had been on his mind for sometime.
"Liv- I should be the one spoiling YOU on Valentine's Day. Not the other way around. And this "list" you had me write-"
"Fitz, just get your ass home so we can leave!" She half joked. "Who cares who's spoiling who? Honestly, why can't I be the one planning something special? There's no rule stating it has to be the man."
Fitz couldn't argue with this last statement and decided to give in, ending the FaceTime call. He enjoyed watching her puff up in defense and had to admit he was more than eager to see what his wife had been scheming these past few days.
Olivia closed her iPad and zipped up the suitcase leaving it by the door for Fitz to carry. She trotted downstairs and found her cell pulling up her moms contact.
"Hello, Dear," Maya answered on the first ring. "The kids haven't been here an hour and you're already checking on them?"
"Actually, Mother, I was calling to let you know you left Tommy's favorite pacifier-"
"Oh. Well, I've have your father run to the drug store to pick him up another before bedtime."
This pleased Olivia who asked to speak to Maddie before ending the call.
"Be a good girl for Mimi and Pops, okay," Olivia instructed. Maddie talked non-stop sharing that Pops had already put her favorite, chocolate chip cookies, in the oven.
They exchanged a few more I love you's before Olivia instructed Maddie to give Hudson a scratch and Tommy hugs and kisses. When she finally hung up she checked the time and knew Fitz would be home in less than half an hour now. It was just enough time for her to change before he arrived.
Their evening together was about to begin...
Olivia sat quiet in the drivers seat sneaking a few glances at Fitz every now and again. He was showered and clean shaven, his cologne strong enough for Olivia to smell from her side of the SUV.
Thankfully traffic was lighter than she anticipated and once they arrived at the theater she instructed her husband to park in the back near the rear entrance. She knew Fitz likely had a million questions and she was proud of him for actually keeping quiet.
He wore dark jeans with a matching sports coat which he picked out on his own despite not having any idea what exactly they would be doing at the theater.
Olivia was first to step out of the vehicle not waiting for Fitz to open her door. She grabbed the security card to swipe on the keypad from her purse when she instructed Fitz to bring their suitcase inside.
"We're staying the night here?" He inquired, his eyebrows shooting up in confusion.
She glared a firm stare in response silencing Fitz immediately. Her pressed lips soon turned into a mischievous smile making her better half shake his head in amusement.
This woman was going to be the death of him.
Fitz cautiously entered the theater not knowing what to expect. The last time they had been to this particular location it was for The Burning Bed premiere. He remembered reading in the newspaper the building was being renovated and he wasn't certain why Olivia would want to spend Valentine's Day in a place that didn't appear to even be open.
Once he stepped inside, he instantly stopped unsure of what to focus on first. The main lobby area had been transformed and it looked more like a hotel room than a place where customers gathered to buy tickets. Elaborate red flower arrangements lined an imaginary walkway leading up to a table. A large ice bucket say proudly in the center chilling a bottle of Fitz's favorite champagne. Candles of every size and color covered the floor illuminating an endless flickering of shadows.
"This is- I don't even know what to say, Olivia. I can't believe you did all this."
"Oh, Mr. Grant," Olivia teased. "We're just getting started."
Her eyes twinkled across the room and Fitz stood motionless unsure of what to do next. Olivia took the suitcase from his hand and set it aside before slipping off his sports coat.
"I know you have a ton of questions, and I'll answer them in due time...I promise. But for now, I need you to go relax and fix yourself a drink."
She motioned with her eyes towards the table and was about to head to the back area near the stage when she turned around sharing one last piece of information.
"We have the place to ourselves for the next 24 hours."
There was an edge to her voice filled with a hint of seduction causing Fitz to swallow hard. He watched Olivia disappear down another hall and for a moment he simply stood in the center of the room feeling somewhat lost.
Olivia's words suddenly replayed in his mind and he walked over to the bottle of champagne when a small card laying on the table caught his attention. It was addressed to him and written in Olivia's handwriting. He held the card up and could see through the candlelight a few sentences written inside. Without hesitation he opened it and anxiously read the following:
Dear Fitz,
I'm about to make all your fantasies come true. Happy Valentine's Day.
I love you,
Olivia
Fitz read the words several times before returning the card to the envelope and popping open the bottle of champagne. He was about to take a gulp of the bubbly when suddenly the overhead lights came on flickering three times as if indicting a show was about to begin. Unsure of what to do, he walked to the doors of the theater and peaked inside. To his surprise there was a spotlight center stage focusing on a single chair resting stoically in the middle.
There was no sign of Olivia but it was obvious something was about to happen. He decided to enter the theater but then stopped midway, downing his glass of champagne in the process. The bubbly tasted freshening and was exactly what he needed to calm the anticipation. His heartbeat was literally racing and without thinking he hurried back to the table and grabbed the entire bottle of champagne before heading back in the theater.
It was somewhat eerie being the only person inside but he couldn't help but think of the list he'd given Olivia. He was smart enough to connect the dots and if his wife was about to do what he thought she was, he wanted to have the best goddamn seat possible.
He walked to the front row and sat in the center. Almost instantly slow music crooned from the overhead speakers causing Fitz to tighten his grip around the champagne bottle. Olivia eventually entered the stage wearing the same exact long coat she wore before standing center stage.
She smiled a devilish grin before unbuttoning her coat slowly, quickly indicating she was completely naked underneath.
"Oh my fucking God," he whispered.
His eyes were glued on Olivia who began to seductively dance to the music using the chair on stage as a prop. Her moves were sexy...erotic...mesmerizing... and he couldn't look away. She sat on the chair and opened her legs wide flashing her pussy open for Fitz to see. The music continued to play and Olivia continued to dance while Fitz watched, part of him not believing what he was witnessing.
He took continuous gulps of champagne until nearly the entire bottle was empty. His head felt buzzed and his dick hurt from rubbing against the inside of his jeans. His wife danced for him, massaging her breasts to the music in the exact manner he'd touched her so many times before.
This tortuous agony continued forever until finally the music slowed. Fitz's head began to spin and be suddenly felt empowered enough to take care of his own needs. He slid his hand inside the front of his jeans and pulled his cock out gasping in sheer relief.
He caught glimpse of a naked Olivia walking down the side stairs of the stage as another slow sultry song played. His own hand felt exquisite around his shaft and he pumped freely wanting nothing more than to ejaculate. A warm small hand suddenly took over and his wife was now kneeling before him positioning his cock fully inside her mouth.
Fitz winced at the contact and gripped the sides of the chair turning his knuckles white. She sucked him roughly taking full pleasure in watching him completely unfold before her very eyes. His precum was thick...salty...and she had to work quick, swallowing several times playing catch-up.
No words were spoken, the only sounds coming from Fitz who was now a mixture of grunts, curse words, and prayer. God knows he tried to control his explosion but Olivia pushed him to a level of arousal he hadn't felt before and he simply couldn't take it any longer. He released the chair and gripped Olivia's hair pushing his penis deeper inside her mouth. Her teeth purposely grazed his delicate skin and that was his undoing.
He emptied himself violently and without shame unable to comprehend anything going on around him...
Fitz and Olivia sat on a blanket amongst the hundreds of candles eating Italian take-out delivered for them to enjoy. They ate slowly, relishing in their meal drinking red wine and making small talk.
"You've left me pretty speechless."
Fitz felt slightly inebriated and the wine only added to his buzz. Olivia was wearing his white button up and continued to remain naked underneath. The only thing nearby were her black stilettos which had been tossed aside once the food arrived.
"I wanted to make this a Valentine's Day to remember."
"Well you've certainly done that."
Fitz paused and thought a moment, deciding to ask the question.
"Have you ever danced for someone like that before?"
"You mean naked, on a stage, with just a chair?" Her smirk was endearing. "That would be a no," she blushed.
"When I saw you perform on stage for the very first time on Broadway, that's literally ALL I pictured."
"Well I'm glad I could make that fantasy come true."
It was now Fitz's turn to blush.
Olivia finished off her last bit of wine and poured herself another generous glass of Cabernet.
"So I had three things on the list," Fitz began- his words trailing off almost as if he was afraid to speak them. "And you definitely took care of the first."
He sheepishly eyed Olivia who was feeling the full affects of the Cabernet. She was on her fourth glass and feeling as if she could conquer the world.
The question hung heavily in the air for some time before she stood and retrieved their suitcase. She unzipped a side compartment grabbing a vibrator, whip, handcuffs, and a blindfold. She laid them carefully on the blanket directly in front of Fitz.
He was shirtless wearing only his jeans and nearly spilled the glass of wine on them as Olivia displayed more of his fantasies.
"I believe these cover numbers two and three..."
It was the summer before his freshman year in college when Fitz saw his first X-Rated movie. There was something about handcuffs during sex that aroused him in a way difficult to explain. And from that moment on it remained one of his top fantasies.
He'd dreamed of having sex in this manner many times throughout his adult life but to have Olivia actually bring this fantasy to life was almost too much. He was given permission for something to unleash inside and his entire body tingled from pure adrenaline.
They both stared at the items on the ground until Fitz chugged what was left of his wine and stood. He cleared off the aluminum trays of food while and Olivia disposed of the trash, he moved the blanket directly in front of the table. Many of the candles had finally blown out on their own leaving the room was much darker than before.
He picked up the blind fold first and waited for Olivia to return. She was still wearing his button up but it was now fully opened once again exposing her naked body. He took the liberty of pushing his shirt off her completely watching it fall to the floor. Gently, he kissed her on the lips whispering against her mouth.
"Lay down."
Olivia did exactly as she was told.
"Spread your legs."
Again, she complied.
He hovered over her with the blindfold in his hand trying to decide if he would blindfold her or cuff her first.
Decisions, decisions.
"Put your middle finger inside of you and massage your clit."
Olivia, being the sassy woman she was purposely put her finger into her mouth sucking seductively before lowering it down to her pussy. Fitz inhaled sharply at the visual and pounced on his wife ditching the blindfold and grabbing the cuffs instead. He raised her arms above her head and cuffed her wrists to the leg of the mahogany table.
Fitz kneeled turning her body so she rested flat on her stomach. Olivia readjusted her arms so they were comfortable and felt quite content with herself grinning into the plush blanket. Just as she was giving herself a mental high five, Fitz lifted her hips parting her legs so her backside was fully exposed.
The sting of the leather strap took Olivia by complete surprise as this was the first time in her life she'd ever been spanked, let alone whipped. It was Fitz's last fantasy on the list and she remembered being somewhat offended when she first read it. Her wrists instantly locked against the wood and she winced as another strike to the buttocks chaffed her skin.
She was about to complain of the pain when Fitz turned on the vibrator to full speed and pressed it firmly inside her pussy positioning it on her clit. He did this from behind quickly shifting her discomfort to complete and over-joyous pleasure. They both knew the vibrator wasn't on his list but it was definitely on hers. The sensation was so overwhelming she instinctively tried to close her legs together only to be met with resistance. Her hands were squeezing the leg of the table knowing moving in the wrong direction would definitely hurt.
"I've always wanted to punish that mouth of yours."
His voice was husky and deep and had Olivia not been so aroused, she likely would've gotten angry.
The torture continued until Olivia screamed out her first orgasm. The second she came, she heard the vibrator fall like a thud on the ground now freeing up his hands.
He prepped her body to his liking, bringing Olivia to her knees so he could easily enter her center from behind.
"I'm about to fuck you so good."
Olivia closed her eyes at his promise and buried her face into the blanket as Fitz slid easily inside, the tip of his cock drenched in cum. She drifted in and out of coherence while he pulled out of her only to enter her again, each time rougher than before. This continued for what seemed like an eternity until her beg for mercy was finally granted. He uncuffed her wrists and pulled out again helping her turn around to face him. They were hot, sticky, and spent but neither was ready to back down.
Her body collapsed on his lap as she wrapped her legs around his waist grabbing his dick and positioning herself so her pussy easily swallowed it...
Fitz stared at the ceiling and strummed Olivia's back replaying the nights events in his mind for the hundredth time. Their love making had reached a new level in their relationship and the fact Olivia chose to gift him this for Valentine's Day was still beyond his comprehension.
Olivia appeared to be asleep, her limbs lazily intertwined with his. His button up served as a make shift blanket and now there were less than ten candles still burning leaving the room almost completely dark.
"Fitz..."
His name was a whisper.
"Hmmm?"
"I want to sleep in our bed tonight."
He smirked against her shoulder and kissed her skin before slowly helping her stand.
"Baby, do we need to clean up?"
Olivia shook her head and searched for her coat not bothering to put on any clothes underneath.
"I have a cleaning crew coming tomorrow."
She stood by the door too exhausted to pick up the their toys off the ground. Fitz quickly gathered their personal belongings and threw them inside their suitcase before finally getting himself dressed. He instructed Olivia to wait inside as he scanned the street eventually unlocking their SUV.
Once he was certain all was safe, he gently knocked on the back door returning for Olivia. He grabbed her heels in one hand and scooped her up into his arms with the other carrying her to the passenger side of the vehicle. In minutes they were traveling down the main road quickly approaching the highway that led back to Jersey.
Olivia was curled in the front seat with her eyes closed and Fitz couldn't help but stare at her from time to time. He replayed their evening for now what felt like the thousandth time in his mind, still wondering if he would wake up and realize the day was a dream. Reality set in once he exited the highway and began making his way home.
When they finally arrived he didn't bother waking Olivia, instead scooping her up as before only this time leaving her shoes and suitcase in the backseat. He pushed the code to their front door with one knuckle keeping a firm grip around his Valentine.
Once inside, he didn't bother turning on the lights, simply heading directly upstairs to put Olivia in bed. He carefully pulled off her coat and chuckled when she whined she was thirsty and desperately needed ice water.
After a quick trip back downstairs he undressed and crawled into bed handing Olivia a drink. She gulped it down as if this was her first liquid in days before allowing her body to fully conform against his. A thought suddenly occurred to him about the items Olivia brought in the suitcase, something he regretted not actually using.
"Livvie, why did you bring a blindfold? Was that something you wanted me to use?"
Olivia was too tired for questions.
"I don't know Fitz, I just did."
He thought for a moment unhappy with her reply.
"Maybe next time," he proposed.
Yes, he was already thinking about next time.
Silence filled the room and his eyes began to grow heavy until he couldn't keep them open any longer. Soon he drifted into a deep sleep dreaming of handcuffs, whips, and a very naked Olivia performing center stage just for him.
It was at that precise moment in his dream he began to think of more ideas he should add to The List...