I know it's almost been a week since my last upload. I hope that you guys will think it was worth it. I just wanted to give a shout out to the belated birthday wishes, I received in the reviews; thank you. And I want to give a belated birthday shout out to Tamarral, I hope you had a wonderful birthday January 16th 😉. I hope you got everything you wished for and so much more!
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I think I finally understood what Edison meant when he said that love wasn't supposed to hurt. At the time, I didn't get it, because my emotions were so out of whack, with everything crumbling down around me; my stress was through the roof because of my guilt over Defiance and Fitz fighting for his life because of Verna's misguided sense of justice, trying to right a wrong, and save herself. When Edison proposed to me, he wanted to marry me so I could be his arm candy, a trophy wife, to look pretty and be on display—like a prize on a mantle to be admired from afar and not touched.

But he was right about one thing—that love is not supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to be joyous and blossom into something that is worth having because the person you love, loves you just as much as you love them and maybe even more so when life through unexpected obstacles at you and the love between two people will be able to carry you through the most unforeseen circumstances and you can thrive because of that unshakable, unbreakable bond of love.

The reason I told Edison that I wanted painful, difficult love, because I thought love was supposed to be difficult, due to the environment and the people who had raised me aka Eli and Maya Pope, my kidnappers who robbed me of knowing what a true and healthy love was, until I unwittingly found my actual parents—Preston Allan and Carolyn Scott.

When I least expected it, Fitz kissed me. He kissed me with so much passion, I could have melted into a puddle. The sexual pursuit that Fitz had started in the bedroom, was back in full force, with a renewed vigor.

Fitz ran one hand through my hair, and he hoisted me up with his other hand, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We kissed each other wildly; we were all over each other. Water continued to rain down on us and the suds from all of the lather, slid down the drain.

While all of this was happening, a song popped in my head. Any Time, Any Place by Janet Jackson, was subconsciously playing in my head.

Unbeknownst to me, I started humming the song and Fitz seemed to notice that. He had a euphoric yet serene smirk on his face. "What song are you trying to keep yourself from singing, my little songbird?" he whispered against my neck. There was something about Fitz tone that sent a chill down my spine, making my toes curl. The tone of his voice was dark, sinfully delicious and sensual; it was absolutely orgasmic.

I was pinned to the tiled shower wall, my arms up over my head. Fitz kissed his way up my body, starting at my shoulder to my collarbone. I moaned, trying to keep my volume low and subdued. What I really wanted to do was scream out, his teasing was getting to me, I just wanted him to take me right then and there. He kissed my throat, and his hand that was in my hair, then stroked behind my ear, his fingers gently tracing the curvature of it. My head tilted slightly, I nearly responded like a kitten purring while being petted.

"You didn't answer my question, Sweet Baby. What song were you humming just now?" I whisper against her, as I alternate kissing my way up and down her body. Livvie doesn't answer, she moans trying to keep her responses to my ministrations on a subdued level. I can tell that she wants to scream at the top of her lungs, but she doesn't want anyone else to know, get startled, and very well assume that something is wrong, and kick down the door to the bathroom. The only place that I can think of, in the White House, that may be soundproof is the underground bunker. I keep a note of that, so I have a plan in place, the next time that Livvie and I want to try something different.

I turn the shower off and dry our bodies off. I know that I don't want this moment to be over; it's just going to be in another location. I carry her in my arms and deposit her on the bed. We are both still naked, as the day we were born. I walked to the door of the Residence and lock it; so we will have no interruptions whatsoever.

I return to the bed, and position myself next to my lovely fiancée. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, you were going to sing for me, weren't you, Livvie?" I kiss her gently on the lips. She shook her head no. "No? Why won't you sing for me, Sweet Baby?" She looked at me like I grew a second head. "Maybe later, baby. Not right now. I just want you to take care of me," she said. The way her inflection was on the words, 'take care of her,' I immediately knew what she meant.

Fitz kisses me on the lips again working his way down my body. Whenever he kisses me, it doesn't matter where he kisses me, I feel like I am on a pleasurable high. I think Fitz enjoyed making love to me in multiple ways, but I think one of his favorite methods is oral. My mind couldn't help but reminisce about Fitz using his 'superpower' on me in the White House Kitchen, the day after the press conference announcing his intentions to seek re-election.

At this moment, he was using his favorite method to pleasure me. I was on the verge of bursting in a moment of euphoric blissfulness, a feeling of unadulterated ecstasy. I moaned in spite of trying to keep my reactions from Fitz. I could feel his smile against my inner thigh. He kissed me there. He was enjoying this so much.

"You don't have to hide it, Livvie. Don't hold back; I know you are enjoying this, as much as I am." He sounded so pleased with himself. If I wasn't so amorous and aroused, I may have smacked his arm.

Trivia time: In relation to the show, can anyone tell me, what point in season 3 or season 4, this story may fall under? Chapter 85 is coming up soon. Until next time Taylor