Hi y'all! I'm back with another chapter. Are any of you fans of the West Wing? I just got into the show for the first time ever, so hence the delay in the story with a new chapter for almost 2 weeks. I'm sorry about that. But speaking of West Wing, three people that are in the cast of the show, are from my hometown. Martin Sheen, Allison Janney and Rob Lowe are from Dayton, Ohio. So potential baby names in the chapter are subtle nods to the show, either by their character names or their actual names. I'm having a bit of a fangirl moment. Just a heads up, from now on, in the upcoming chapters, as far as political moments are concerned, the story will be more like The West Wing than Scandal.
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.
Fitz finally fell asleep. We have been at it for so long, making love, to me, it seems like we were doing it for a long time, but in actuality, it could have been shorter than that. To me, it seems that we were having marathon sex.
For the past couple of hours, I was making a mental list of possible baby names. If Fitz was right and I was going to have a baby girl, I know that I wanted to incorporate my mother's name and my middle name, Carolyn.
But on the other hand, I liked the names Brooklyn and Alexandra too. I could have both names as a name and middle name. Brooklyn Alexandra Grant. I liked the sound of the name for a little girl. An elegant name, that she can grow into and have the confidence to carry such a name. I would definitely make sure of that. I want my children to have to confidence, no matter what the sex, but I would definitely want my daughter to be confident; because I do not want my daughter to have an identity crisis, and I don't want the world to get to her and poison her thinking, because she would be a black girl.
I have time to figure it out. I have seven months to think about it. But one name I cannot seem to get out of my mind is Josiah. I know that the name is traditionally for a boy. But I can't help but wonder, why couldn't it be used as a unisex name? I'm thinking because Josephine is the feminine form of Joseph.
Names like Bailey, Spencer, Hunter and Taylor are unisex. Why couldn't it be the same for the name Josiah? I have a few ideas for the name. If I wanted to make Josiah feminine, I am thinking of Josiah Carolyn, or maybe Carolyn Josiah. I like the idea of the nickname J.C or C.J; I think it would be really cute. If I wanted to use Josiah in the traditional sense, I would like the name with Fitz' middle name. Josiah Thomas Grant. I like the idea of using the name that way too. Either way, I think Josiah would be a wonderful name to use for our baby.
Before Fitz fell asleep, he hugged me closer to him, his arms around the dip of my lower back. The way we were positioned, my legs were between his, and my head on his chest. My arms were free, so I gently scooted myself up, ever so slightly and began to kiss his neck and his throat. I work my way up continuously kissing him, and I kiss him on the lips to see if I can wake him up.
Livvie was kissing me awake. I had been asleep for almost two hours and now I could feel her crawling on me. I began to rouse, when I felt her kiss me on my chest and neck. It was a few minutes later, when I heard Livvie softly sing the lyrics to Janet Jackson's song, 'Any Time, Any Place'.
As Livvie was singing, I was pretending to still be sleeping. If I could remember the beat of this song correctly, the deep sultry drum beats that seemed to punctuate the lyrics in the song, was when Livvie would start to grind on me.
Maybe grinding is the wrong way to describe this. You know how a belly dancer would gyrate, buck and shimmy their hips from side to side, according to the beat of a song? Well, that is exactly what Olivia was doing, but instead of doing it standing up, she was doing it horizontally and this action was very much turning me on, in spite of my best efforts to ignore her. I moaned when I least expected to.
She kissed me gently on my lips; then for a split second Livvie tugged my bottom lip with her teeth. "I know that you are awake. I know you too well. I know you are enjoying this, just as much as I do. Wake up. I need you to take care of me, Baby," she mewed softly as if she were a kitten.
Her hips were still moving seductively. I gently but firmly held her in place, halting her movements. I opened my eyes and looked at her. "Stop moving, Livvie. I can't take your teasing for too long," I said, my voice sounding hoarse to my own ears. She looked at me with a playful smirk on her face. "That was the idea, Fitz. I want you to know that I want you. I want you right now. So come on and take me," she murmured. I took her words as my invitation to resume the sexual dance that she initiated.
It was not too long after Livvie woke me up, that an idea formed in my head. The passing thought of using the underground bunker for my sexual adventures with Livvie was immediate in my mind.
I needed to get my clothes on and get Olivia up and dressed so we could sneak into the bunker without having to be seen. I kissed her just before I started to wake her up. "Get up Livvie. Put on your clothes," I whispered.
"Get up? Fitz, where are we going? It's late," I whined, burying my head into the pillow. "I know, I know Sweet Baby. But I promise you, that you won't have to wear your clothes for too long, when we get where we are going. It won't be long if we hurry up. Let's get going, come on," Fitz quietly urged me with an enthusiastic tone in his voice.
I was comfortable. I was not the sleepy kind of comfortable; but the point of being comfortable when you are still that you don't want to move. If I wasn't too tired to roll my eyes at Fitz, I think I would have. I threw the nearest long sleeved shirt I could get my hands on over my head, and pulled on a pair of jeans. If my hair was in its flat ironed state, I would have put it in a ponytail.
Ever since Fitz saw my hair in its natural state, he was enamored with it. He loved my hair being curly. Whenever it was just the two of us, he wanted my hair to be in its natural state. It's not to say that he didn't like my hair when it was flat ironed, but he thought my natural hair brought out my more relaxed, carefree side of my personality.
Anyway, my hair is currently in its natural state. So instead of having the ease of combing it with a comb, I had to comb my hair with my fingers. I combed with my fingers, and whatever part I couldn't reach, I rotated and shook my head in all directions, to get my hair to cooperate. Sometimes, I hated my hair in its natural state. Why? Because when it was natural, my hair was a combination of two textures. My hair is 4A toward the front and middle of my head. Towards the back of my head, my hair texture changed from 4A to 4B. To put it in simpler terms, my hair is corkscrew, tight bouncy curls in the front and middle but the closer my hair is towards the back of my head, my hair changes from bouncy curls to more of a cottony afro-like texture.
So with the state of my hair at the moment, the most I could do to tame it, was to put a stretchable headband over it. My mind couldn't help but wonder, what and where Fitz wanted to take me? It was the wee hours of the morning and he wanted me to have my clothes on. I almost laughed at the thought. He usually wanted me to have my clothes off. But then again, Fitz did say that when we got where he was taking me, that I wouldn't have my clothes on for much longer. He was taking me to the underground bunker of the White House. That was the only place that could possibly make any sense. Not only was he taking me to the bunker, my guess was that he wanted to be adventurous and make love to me there.
And to dispatcher652, I read your review for last chapter multiple times. You are not wrong, I do want to keep you hooked to the story. However, you are not greedy for waiting more in the story. I promise you that this chapter is going to be the last chapter with a cliffhanger, for a while. Watching The West Wing, helped me from getting into potential writer's block 😉. Chapter 86 is coming up soon. Until next time...Taylor